#next time I need to let this be beta read again but I forgot (was almost done)

[iceclew]

(belated) HOSHIKAFWEEK2025 - DAY SMTHSMTH : Role Reverse

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FINALLY. I WAS GOING MAD WITH THIS ONE FOR FCKS SAKE!?!?!

Something I wasn't able to finish last week, so it's a belated contribution fpr Hoshikafweek2025 CAUSE I CAN'T AND WILL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THEM.

I have ideas, and many feelings on a different Kaiju AU would look like.. with Kafka being successful at the DF and Hoshina not, but being turned into a kaiju.

this is the third version of Hoshinas Kaiju form and I flipped tables so much, at this point I don't care anymore... it's not great but it's a bearable version for me. sorta..

But I feel like I leave this one to your interpretation and don't go too much into detail .. all there's to say, it might be a rather angsty universe for them...

oh and todays song recommandation straight outta my puperty:

[leafostuff]

Practice routine [Ft. Jo Yuri]

Author Notes: BOOM SURPRISE SMUT, SO SURPRISING EVEN I DIDNT KNOW I WAS GONNA UPLOAD IT TODAY, i had a blast writing this and Jo Yuri did get on my radar lately so i did want to give her a smut of appreciation.

Hope yall will have a Great read and a great day

Ps. No beta readers because :p

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It's a practice routine what you two have.

There is nothing better to build a strong friendship than a vow to help each other build strength and have a healthier lifestyle, especially when your friend is an idol, practicing hard for her next comeback.

Two light knocks on the glass door and it quickly opens, you are greeted by Yuri standing in front of you, wearing a white button shirt and long, black pants paired with an warm, sweet smile as soon as she looks at your eyes. 

“Finally! It took you forever to get here Oppa~” then she grabs your hand, pulling you inside the practice room, wooden floor surrounded by mirrors from almost all sides.

“Yeah, you forgot your company halls are a maze to walk around in,” you say, your hands work on taking your sweater off, leaving you with a basic tee and a pair of sweatpants 

“Well maybe if you came here more often then you wouldn't be so lost” she retorts in a playful manner. “Okay you already got here, lets get started with the session”. She announces before immediately taking her shirt off revealing no bra, giving you a free view of her mounds, her nipples already hard as she asks you. 

“Pants off, Please~”

Well, i never said what type of workout you two enjoyed doing.

“How many reps do you want to do again? 15? 20?” You ask, meanwhile your hands quickly lower the pants and boxers, throwing them off somewhere in the room.

“Hmm, lets do 30, im feeling spicy today” she comments however It's her eyes that tell you her needs before her words. She's looking at you, her smile beaming in excitement with every step you take toward her with your length proud and ready to work.

Yuri now kneels in front of you, face level with your cock as she takes one of her hands, attempting to wrap her fingers around it, her face leaning in close enough to have her lips part wide enough to have your tip rest inside, letting you feel the first tingles of pleasure.

“Readeh?” She mumbles a question while your tip is resting on her plump lips, eyes meeting yours with an ever-so innocent smile, funny given the fact she has you dick ready to be devoured.

You can only respond with a sly grin before saying, “One…” this word is so engraved inside Yuri’s brain that as soon as she hears it she starts letting her mouth take in your cock, getting close to your balls before eventually going back to your tip, and then doing it again, and again, and again.

Right now, the only sounds present in the room are your steady counting, the faint slurping sound of her mouth in the goal of getting you worked up faster and the playful, sweet and muffled moans coming from Yuri. And how does this look? Well you can't say you are less than aroused seeing how the mirrors around the room portray her taking care of your cock so well, it's filthy yet at the same time, it's the purest form of art you ever witnessed.

It's around the 12th rep that she lets out your cock, lips coated with your seed forming a sultry smile. “Wow, I can feel myself getting better at t-mph” you don't give her the chance to continue the sentence, bucking your hips into her mouth, getting her to gasp in surprise, or pleasure, it might as well be the same for her.

“The set Yuri, your pace is great” She smiles at your compliment, turning all of her focus back again to your cock as she continues to bob her mouth back and forth, eventually the pleasure Yuri showers your member with slowly start to take control of your body, enough that your hands have to gripe the back of head for stability, 

Enough that every time Yuri lets your length deep inside her mouth you move your hips forward, letting your tip graze the back of her throat.

Eventually you count the 30th rep, getting one more moan from her and then she lets her mouth of your cock with an audible pop sound. “Mmm, that exercise is always a good warmup for me~” she says, letting out an adorable chuckle while she licks her lips from any leftover cum.

“That's good to hear, let's start the next exercise?” 

“Ooo, yes yes yes, you know I like it when we do that exercise” she happily agrees, grinning like a child as you now sit down on the floor, watching as Yuri begins to lower her own pants, revealing to you, surprise surprise: no panties as well and her lower lips are already glistening with her own fluids

“Wow, were you this needy for a workout Yuri?” You ask as the two of you begin to shift your position: now you are sitting on the wooden floor while Yuri is straddling your lap, feeling how your cock is inches apart from her lower entrance.

“You know what they say…” she says, her hands making quick of your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. a good workout always helps when you need a little boost” you can feel her want, you can tell how much she needs you right now so why delay the inevitable.

“20 reps?”

“30” Yuri answers as she now puts her hands on your abs, feeling the texture of your 6 pack on her fingers. then without any foreword she lowers herself into your length, making you feel her pussy tightly wrap around you

The first round of friction makes you sound a heavy groan of pleasure, your hands go to each side of her hips, gripping for control while you move her up and dowm on your body, making light clapping noises from both of your bodies.

Yuri looks like she enjoys it, replacing her sharp movements to literally bouncing on your dick around the 8th rep, her tongue lolls out of her mouth making her unable to sound anything but a sultry, needy moan.

Eventually through the pleasure you are experiencing, you find the strength to lean your head close to Yuri's ears. “God, you love it when i fuck you like that, right?”.

She can only moan in response while moving her head in a way that can resemble a sign of agreement. “Yeah, you fucking love it when I pretend that I am your private coach to your company, to your manager just so you can have some cock to relieve you? To fuck your entire body silly?” You say in between your grunts, it's not like she could actually answer since she is busy being impaled by your length so you settle with a loud gasp caused by your hand giving a loud smack to her right buttcock and groping it tightly.

The last couple reps are slower, replacing the consistent pace with raw strength every time you thrust yourself into her tight cavern. Yuri attempts to cry out a scream of pleasure but not before you seal her mouth with your own, muffling her moans enough so that only your ears are blessed with hearing the unholy symphony that comes from her mouth.

She can feel how close you are to unloading for the second time today so just as the last rep of the set comes, she sinks her hips to engulf your length entirely inside her, getting both of you to mutually release your orgasm at the same time,and the cum goes everywhere.

On the floor.

On Yuri's Thighs.

On the upper half of your chest.

But most of it goes inside her, rope after rope after rope of cum fills the insides of Yuri making her brain unable to process the pleasure taking over her body. Eventually she finally manages to detach herself from your body, letting the both of you fall onto the floor, a mixture of you two fluids leaks out of her Cunt.

“That. Was. Awesome!!” She tiredly exclaims, panting heavily after each word, her eyes looking at the ceiling light. “I swear, this was like, The best training session we had in a long time” she adds, even when its obvious she was talking about sex, for her its just an intensive workout.

you only have enough energy to sit up without saying a, you see Yuri still laying on her back, her body full of sweat and cum while her face just like at the start shows a happy, satisfied smile. You can't explain why, but seeing her like this suddenly gives you an idea.

“Do you know how to do a sit-up?”

She scoffs, looking at you as if you just asked her whats 2+2. “Without any problem, its not some rocket science”

“Can you do 30 reps?”

“Sure, watch me” she responds, laying on her back once again and getting into position of the exercise. “On-ngh” Just as Yuri was about to start she could feel a weird sensation running over pussy however as she looks down, its just your head in between her legs, your tounge is giving slow licks to her hole, “what are you-hahh…doing?” She asks in between a small jolt of pleasure.

“Just an after practice treat for me, each rep you do before cumming is one second of me eating you out, win-win from how i see it” you look up her with a bratty grin, however its impossible to beat Jo Yuri in being a brat so in response she just smiles and says.

“Better hope i taste good then” she now looks at the ceiling again, continuing her reps thus giving you the signal to continue your deserved meal, and how sweet does she taste for you after a good workout.

Unlike your previous excerices today, this one had given you the opportunity to hear Yuri moan, but instead of the usual needy noises and the constant need for your white fluid, this time they are moans of music and each one is a note creating this passionate sonate of sex, for example:

“Haaaa, so good”

“Can you go slowe-nghh…please?”

“Oh yes, thats the spot”

“Fuck, You're gonna make me cum again with that tounge…”.

And meanwhile the workout goes on, you can feel small beads of sweat flowing from her thighs onto your hair, her thighs wrapped around your head depriving you from air, and her fluids flow inside mouth little by little, tasting like an unforbidden nectar you couldn't stop yourself from it's addicting flavour, something so sinful feeling oh so right with Yuri.

But sadly you can only experience the pleasure for so long, since fairly quickly you can feel the last round of cum coming from Yuri nto your mouth as she detaches herself from your tounge, gathering some strength to sit down and say in a breathy tone, “Fuck, this was amazing”

You eventually have to bid your goodbye to Yuri, after all your practice session with her was over according to your managers, but not before you help each other find your clothes, clean up any cum stains on the floor and depart with a small hug added with firm grope of her left buttcock.

Its now evening, already at home, getting yourself prepared for the Gym, even a coach needs some practice of its own, out of nowhere your phone sounds its mario coin notification, taking it out of your pocket you see it's a message from Yuri.

On it there is a picture: Yuri, fully naked, her Feet and hands sticking to the ground but her ass? Standing up and proud into the air with the hole almost directly in front of the camera lens, and the text below?.

“Good evening Oppa, can we do this workout tommorow?? I really think it can help my flexibility 😉😉😏”

Good to see your favourite client enjoying your service, already asking for more.

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Abo neglectful concept

・you were born as a beta surprising right? Well you never really new love from both of your parents them being to focused on your other siblings to pay any mind to the beta outcast. Shitty nickname am I right? Well you didn't really mind you don't have th normal instincts like an Omega or alpha would so you don't feel the need to best. Or always be near. Your parents maybe that's what makes you so different you can't even smeel their scents one of the side affects of being a beta I guess. Maybe that why they didnt pay attention to you, maybe that's why they never bothered. Or forced you to best with them like they do with your siblings no matter how old they are. You tell yourself your fine but you don't feel fine.

・you still want the same love an affection your siblings get just because your a beta shouldn't have changed their live for you right? But eventually you just gave up and your at peace with being the outcast of your pack of your family. So when your 18th birthday came around you were. Ecstatic to finally be free from this unloving household of course they forgot your birthday again but that's fine. You spent your 18th birthday out partying and drinking with friends having a blast an the next day you immediately packed your stuff and left deciding to stay at a. Friends house for the time being before you could get. Your own place not wanting to stay a second longer in thar dreadful household.

・after four months that you were gone your parents finally noticed. Your absence as well as. Your siblings they decided to check your room first thinking you where in their but to no surprise. You weren't which leads to all of them frantically searching their household for you their instincts screaming at them to find you their precious baby that's when one of your father stumbles. Upon one of your diaries in your room as well as a photo collecting of you. He frantically reads the pages of all your pain and loliness the suffering you had to face all because of them. Of they are horrible parents but they promise they will bring you back no matter what

・you sigh as you enter your dingy apartment coming home from a long day of work you turn on the light to your. Loving room. Nd jump back in ailrise to see. Your two parents. Sitting in your living room with feral. Lie looks in their eyes. "What-what the h-hell ar you guys doing here?!" one of your father then says "is that any way to greet your parents after leaving for so. Long honey." your father says with a honey like tone to his voice trying to coax you to let down your gaurd

・" what are you guys doing here how did you even find my apartmentbi didn't give you the address" you state in pure confusionnignoring their earlier comment your father Gabriel Coos at you and says " oh wer are just bringing you back home sweetheart I'm sure your tired an very hungry, have you not been taking acre if yourself? Poor baby don't worry me an your papa willvtake care of you."

・"what-" before you could finish your sentence you feel a needle poke into the side of your neck. Your vision slowly starts get blurry as the affect of the drug set in your other father Sebastian scoops you up in his arms and removed the needle cooking at you as you slowly drift off thenslip th last thing you remember takingnin is your fathers face then everything goes black you then heat your father say "your going home sweetheart"

Authors note: okay I'm defiantly making a part 2 of this concept I absolutely love it be sure to share your thoughts and be on the look out for the Naga fathers oneshot coming up soon

[rottingworship]

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies X Fem!Reader | Chapter Nine

[Masterlist]

Summary: Toby helps you back to the cabin, and you are too caught up to let him go. Sadly, you do not get to hold onto him forever.

Warnings: 18+!, smut, unhealthy relationship dynamics, toby tries to get you to make him fuck you (you do not), PiV, begging, gun violence, mind control, murder, mentions of blood, not beta read (please let me know if i forgot anything, a lot happens this chapter!)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: HELLO! HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's been three months... I hope you are all well. I'm losing my mind, but I love Creepypasta so here we are. I've crawled out of my hole but idk for how long. Hope you like this one <3 the next one has more Kate!! dividers by cafekitsune

Toby’s hand is on the small of your back. You are tense. He seems to be as close to you as he can possibly get. You are barely breathing, facing forward, not even daring to look towards him, and you are tense.

Toby knows. He is growing tired of keeping quiet. “I c-could warm you up an-another way?” He laughs and you freeze. You stop walking and look at him. “Wh-what?”

“Let's get back to the cabin.” You begin to walk again. Toby’s hand goes to your back again.

“Kate sa-said you were having w-wet dreams. About, about us.” He states it. You almost freeze again. You do not respond. Tony groans, forcing you to stop. “You-you were having one this morning.”

He makes you face him and look at the ground. You are freezing. As you stand still you remember just how cold it is. Your mind is running faster than your body can keep up with. “So what?” Your bottom teeth chatter.

“S-s-so what?” He laughs. He steps forward, causing you to step back. You bump into a tree, and he has you cornered. “You a-are so sexually fr-frustrated! It's obvious!”

“And you aren't!?” You snap back at him. He blocks you in. You are caged now. “I hear you, you know?” You want to cross your arms and roll your eyes at him. There is not enough space, and you are sure Toby would make a remark you do not want to hear. So, you stay still and quiet.

“I know. I-I’m not trying to stay silent.” He smirks at you. “I saw, saw how you l-looked at me earlier.”

Yeah, I saw your dick print. You think to yourself. You do roll your eyes this time. Toby is quick to grab your face. He does not hold it as tightly as he had earlier though. You swallow hard and look at him with wide eyes. He's giving you that lustful look again. You are not sure how you would react if you were actually warm.

“Can we go home?” Your voice is strained, barely a whisper. “I'm freezing.”

“I n-need you to answer so-something first.” You nod. “Wh-what was happening in your dream?” He cocks his head and seems so much closer now. You can feel the heat coming off of him. Your cheeks heat up, you are on fire and so cold at the same time. You do not answer. A heavy silence lingers. “For-forget it.”

Toby grabs your hand and pulls you from the tree. You are being pulled behind him back to his cabin. Something registers and you speak up.

“You were fucking me.”

It is Toby's turn to freeze. His grip on your hand loosens before tightening. He wants you to indulge. He needs you to. “What else?” He sounds desperate. “Wh-what was-”

“I was face down, on a bed… we were sticky and I couldn't think straight.” Your eyes squeeze shut, the dream coming back to you. “You were behind me-”

“Wh-why are you telling me now?” He asks, genuinely curious. You shrug. “You-you’re all hot again. Even in th-this weather…” His eyes roam up and down your body. He is going mad looking at you in your state; disheveled and nervous and obviously turned on.

“Toby-?” You look around, and lock eyes with Toby again. “Do they know you found me?” He shakes his head. No. You suck in air and pray to whatever is listening that you are not making the wrong choice. As if you have not been making the wrong choice pretty consistently recently. “If we get back to the house, and they aren't there, I'll let you-”

He begins to pull you towards the cabin. You do not finish your sentence. He needs to get there before they do. He has to. Toby has been sent into a frenzy. The cabin comes into your line of sight, and no one seems to be around. You stumble up the porch, his bruising grip not loosening in the slightest. He pulls you into the house and you look for any signs of people. Toby does not. He drags you towards his room and swings the door open.

You are pulled inside, and the door is shut and locked. Your back is pressed to the wood, your breathing is quick, and your chest is rising and falling rapidly. “You didn't let me, didn't let me finish my sentence-” You heave.

“No time.” Toby shakes his head. He wants to touch you. He is thinking about what to do first.

You watch him closely. He is thinking so hard. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. You examine him closely. You realize how attractive he is now that he is not being so mean or trying to kill you. But the bandage on his face… “Toby?” You look at him. His hands flex and relax a few times. “What's under this bandage?” Your hand instinctively goes towards it. He grabs your wrist. His grip is not as tight as it was earlier, but it is getting there.

He stares you down. Your eyes do not move from him. He is examining you. Closely. Thinking hard. You realize you are still shivering, shaking in his grasp.

“Don't worry,” your teeth chatter. “I'm not gonna judge you…” You gently pull away from him, but he does not let you go.

“You're fr-freezing.” He finally lets your wrist go. The way he is staring at you has your stomach turning. You cannot tell if it is from fear or attraction. Probably both. You nod at him. You are very cold. “I ca-can help wi-with that.”

You nod. Toby does not need much more of an answer. He is somehow closer now than ever. His lips are ghosting over yours. You are burning again. You crave touch. You need him to fuck you. “Kiss me, please…” Toby does not hesitate. His hands grip your hips, and his lips press to yours. You kiss back, more eager than you could have ever imagined and you gently cup his cheeks.

“So s-so-soft,” Toby mumbles against your lips. You smile into the kiss and Toby seems to be sent into a deeper frenzy. His grip suddenly tightens, and your back is pressed hard against the door. And, in an instant, you are being picked up. He easily grabs you and walks you over to his large bed. He throws you onto it and you are momentarily stunned. You swallow hard and look up at Toby once the room seems to stop spinning.

Toby watches you, eyes dark and breathing heavy. He is thinking about everything he wants to do. Everything he has time to do. “Toby,” you whine, “come on, they'll be back soon and- and I need you.”

“Ne-nee-need me to wh-what?” He stutters and twitches a little more than usual now. He is excited. Your heart is in your throat at his tone.

“I need you to fuck me.” You are not sure where the courage has come from, the words seem to come out on their own.

That is all Toby needs to hear. He is standing at the end of the bed, looking as if he is about to go insane. He begins to take off his shirt. He rips it from his body and tosses it across the room. He kicks his boots off without struggle, his pants coming off soon after. He is left in just his underwear. You are shivering on Toby’s bed and praying he touches you soon. And then it happens.

He pounces.

Toby is on you in seconds. As he hits the bed, you bounce up and slam into him. You instinctively grab him and let out a yelp. His mouth pushes against your ear. “L-Let’s get yuh-you out of these cl-cl-clothes.” You nod. It is all you can do. You hold onto him tightly as his hand travels towards the hem of your shirt. He swiftly pulls it up and you shimmy out of it. Toby’s hands then move for your bra. He grabs the clasp and struggles briefly. You are quick to help him.

You throw your bra away and pull Toby into a kiss. He thanks you for the help by grabbing one of your breasts, and he pinches your nipple. Hard. You let out a whimper and arch your back causing you to press into Toby. He smiles against your lips. He massages one of your breasts and moves from kissing your lips to your jaw. He travels down to your throat and begins to suck. He nips and bites at the sensitive skin, leaving you moaning out for him. Your nails drag up his back as you gasp. In return, Toby grinds against you. You can feel just how hard he is.

“Fuh-feel that?” He asks. You cannot answer. You are in no position to answer. “Y-you are doing th-this to me.” His teeth scrape your neck, and you are barely hanging on.

“Please!” You have resorted to begging already. “I want-” Your head is spinning. “Need to feel you.”

Toby laughs. He laughs against your skin. “I-I promise. We’ll guh-get there.” You nod and your eyes screw shut. Toby’s mouth begins to move from your neck and down to your chest. His mouth stops on your other breast and is licking and sucking on your nipple, while his fingers pinch and roll your other one. You are squirming against him. You are not as cold now, but you want to be warmer.

Toby’s hand slides down your chest and past your stomach, right to the waistband of your shorts. His hand pushes past the elastic band and he starts to rub you over your panties. Your hips instinctively roll into his hand. Toby smiles as he catches your nipple between his teeth. His eyes flick up to you. He wants this forever; you under him; just begging for his touch. Begging for some sort of release.

“Toby!” You let out a strained moan. You are stuck. You cannot think of any words. Nothing is coming to mind, and you are left a babbling mess. “Please-”

“Ma-make me.” You freeze. Your eyes cut to Toby, whose hand is down your pants, but he has stopped touching you the way you want. “Make- Make me tuh-touch you.”

Your eyes are popping out of your head. “No!” You grab his shoulders. “Toby, no.” You shake your head. “I will beg all day, but I’m not making you fuck me!” You shift under him.

Toby shrugs. It seems to have been worth a shot. “O-Okay.” He nods back. “Th-Then beg.”

You relax slightly. At least he is not making mind control him. “Toby, please, I’m begging you to do something- Touch me, fuck me. Something!” He smirks at you but does not move. “Fuck! I’ve never wanted something more,” You roll your hips up again and try to get some sort of pleasure, “please, just- I need you so badly.” Toby’s fingers begin to slip past your panties. “Take them off.” You whisper, pleading. “Please, just take them off!”

Toby smiles widely at you. His eyes are dark. He looks terrifying. It is making you even more horny. He rips your shorts down your legs, your panties going with them. You sigh as Toby’s fingers push past your folds. You relax onto his bed.

“Was-Wasn’t so hard, no-now was i-it?” He is smug.

You do not have the capability at that moment to roll your eyes. Instead, you shake your head. You mumble a ‘no’ and hope he picks up his pace and fucks you soon. His thumb circles your clit and your eyes roll back. A finger slips into you, followed by one more. His fingers pump in and out of you. You lay there mumbling ‘thank you's and his name over and over. But before you know it, his fingers pull away from you and you are pleading again for him to touch you. He does not oblige this time.

“As-As much as I-I wanna taste you…” He sucks his fingers, “I wan-want to fu-fuck you more.”

Toby maneuvers out of his underwear and positions himself at your entrance. The front door slams and Toby smiles. He knows what he is doing. You do not register the door; all you can think about is the dick you are about to get.

Toby slips into you, and you let out a loud moan. Your nails dig into his back and your legs wrap around him. Toby holds himself above you and gives little encouragements in your ear to be loud for him. It is his turn to beg, but for different reasons. He sounds so nice, asking you to beg for him so loudly, you just have to listen to him.

“Toby!” You did not mean to be so loud. “Fuck! Right there!” Your eyes open and you look up at him. One of your hands slides up his back and to his head. You push his head down and lean up slightly, touching your forehead to his. Toby places a kiss on your lips as his hand grips your ass. You gasp loudly.

“Open this fucking door!” Kate starts to yell. The doorknob jiggles. “I hear her in there!” She is screaming. “I know you’re fucking her!” Her frustrations fuel Toby.

“Fu-Fuck off!” Toby’s pace quickens. You whimper against him. Every single time his hips pull back from yours you cannot help but to chase him. You need release. “I-Ignore her.” Toby nuzzles into your neck, his hair tickling you.

A wail comes from the other side of the door and Kate’s fist slams into the wood. Footsteps stomp away from the door.

You try not to think too hard about that. You focus on the white-hot fire building up in your stomach. Your hand falls from Toby’s back and moves towards your clit. You begin to rub circles against it and are getting closer to release. Toby’s hand smacks yours away and he begins to do that for you. He is offended you did not ask, no, beg him to do that.

Your toes begin to curl and every muscle in your body is tensing. “I’m close,” Your voice is strained. “Please- I wanna cum.”

Toby does not respond verbally. Instead, his pace quickens again. Becoming sloppy. The sound of skin against skin echoes through his room and you are left gripping him like your life depends on it. You tighten around Toby, and he hisses.

“Fuck!” He drags the word out. “Do th-that again.” He demands. You listen. Ecstasy finally hits, you are seeing stars, and you are heaving against him. “Wh-Where?” He asks, fervently.

“Stomach.” You watch as Toby pulls out and pumps his cock a couple times. He cums on your stomach. Toby falls beside you and lies on his side. You are stuck staring at the ceiling, suddenly realizing what choices you have made. Now is not the time, you think. You look over at Toby and notice his bandage is gone. It must have fallen off. Without thinking, you reach for the scarred part of his mouth. Your hand is stopped again. More harshly this time. His grip on your wrist causes it to go limp. You pout at him. “You just fucked me, and yet I’m still not allowed to admire you?” You ask.

Toby rolls his eyes. “No.” You shake your head and pull back from him. He releases you. You sit up and Toby watches you. You spot a bathroom across his room and your head tilts. “Wh-what?”

You point to his bathroom. “You have a bathroom in here.”

“S-So?” It is not clicking.

“Toby!” You refrain from pushing him off the bed. “You could have come in here and used this bathroom all those times you rushed me in the other one!”

He shrugs. “I li-like to fuck w-with you.”

“Whatever.” You begin to scoot off his bed. “I’m going to clean up.”

Toby groans and sits up; his legs swing over, and his feet hit the floor. He follows behind you to his bathroom and you hit the light. You turn around and Toby just stands there.

“I have to pee, and that’s going to be kind of hard with you standing there so menacingly.”

Toby scoffs. He motions for you to go ahead, and you huff. You pee. “St-stay in he-here with me.” Your head snaps towards him as you stand up. “I mean, T-Tim just ga-gave you some head. I-I could do that.” He shrugs.

“You think I’m staying in his room for that?”

Before Toby can answer another knock comes from his door. You both look towards the door. You groan. You remember you have other roommates you will have to face now. As Toby walks off towards the door you clean up as quickly as possible. You want nothing more than to lay back down and go to sleep, but you have a feeling that is not happening anytime soon. You hear Toby talking to Tim and Brian through his door. They are whispering. You poke your head back into the room and look at Toby.

“You might want to get dressed!” Brian yells. You catch some annoyance in his tone. You pout at Toby. You mouth a ‘why’ at Toby and put your hands up in confusion. He begins to walk towards you. “We-We’re going o-out.” Your eyes widen. “All of u-us.”

Kate is beyond agitated. She is in the passenger seat, leaving you between Toby and Hoodie. Masky is driving, quite fast. Toby has his hand on your thigh and will not let you go. You swallow hard and as you are looking straight ahead you feel Hoodie’s eyes on you. You really do try to ignore it.

“Do-don’t worry.” Toby whispers, but you know he is still being loud enough for the others to hear, “I wo-won’t let anything h-hurt you.” You turn to look at him and notice the shit eating grin on his face. Your nostrils flare.

“You’re only saying that because you fucked her.” Kate growls.

Heat prickles across your face and you tense. Toby pats your thigh and pulls you closer to him. Somehow. You are sure you cannot get any closer to him. You are already almost in his lap. You would prefer to stay out of his lap while Masky is driving so fast.

“Where are we going?” You look between Masky and Kate. Your jaw clenches when only silence fills the car. You blow air out and sigh. Whatever. You sit in silence the rest of the ride.

You pull up to a field the car stops. Everyone gets out. Toby practically pulls you from the car. He stays close by your side, his hand on the small of your back. Oh, he’s about to be insufferable. You let it go. You are a little too frightened by your surroundings to tell him to back up. It is almost comforting. And, once you get to the middle of the field, you need comfort.

There is blood everywhere. A body is lying in the middle of the opening. You think you are going to puke. You look between everyone and back at the dead body. It is fresh. You look away. The thought of hiding in Toby’s chest crosses your mind but you figure that would make you look worse.

“I thought Ethan would be here!” Kate growls, turning towards Toby.

Ethan? You really are going to puke. Oh no. You swallow hard and try to push that feeling down. You examine the body and realize it looks a lot like the way John had died. Ethan was here. You tense. “This was Ethan.” You look at the group. “He’s trying to-” You shut your eyes tight. “He’s trying to prove what happened to John was not John’s doing.”

Kate tilts her head at you. You watch her. She takes a step closer to you. “Maybe you aren’t so dumb after all.” She snarls it out at you. Her mask makes her so much scarier. “He’s still around here. Has to be…” She looks around. While she goes to walk off, a flashlight shines at all of you. Fuck. You whip around and see two officers. Kate turns too. Masky and Hoodie look like they are ready to murder.

“Wait.” You whisper. They do not want to listen. You have to take matters into your own hands. “Wait.” They all freeze.

“Put your hands up!” One of the cop's yells at you. You follow his orders, and whisper the order to the others, so that they will follow it too.

“We don’t want any trouble!” You reassure the cops. “We were out here, walking around-” Your nose starts to bleed. Your eyes shut tight; your head begins to pound. The flashlight is not helping. “We found him like that.”

“Sure.” The other cop scoffs. “You five freaks found him like this.” Freaks. You think about dropping the mental hold on the others, but you do not. You cannot risk him calling for backup. “Get on the ground.”

You drop to your knees. And then you feel it. Your nose is almost gushing at this point, your head is fuzzy, but you cannot let go. On your knees, the thought is demanding. With your eyes still closed, you hear the four of them drop on their knees. You want to sob; everything is starting to spin. Your eyes snap open and your pupils are blown wide. Your eyes are black. Pitch black. The cops notice this.

“What the fuck!?”

Uh oh. You have to handle this now.

“Call for backup.”

“No!” You shout it. Aggressive and assertive. They stop dead in their tracks, one has a hand on his radio, the other has a hand on his gun. “Do not call for backup.” You have to stay alert. You are holding onto more people than you have ever held onto before. You cannot risk slipping, not now. You need to figure out how to get them off of you without alerting them further. The last few times you had to think so quickly it did not end well. You are not hopeful with the outcome of this situation either.

You slip momentarily. You feel yourself letting one of the cops go and within seconds you are on the ground. His hands are on you. You are face down in the dirt, hands behind your back. You have the upper hand again. You shut your eyes tight, mentally holding onto every single person around you. You inhale sharply and think fast. Too fast.

Shoot him. The cop on top of you does not falter. He pulls his gun out and you keep the other one from moving. The gun goes off. Put the gun in your mouth. You are shaking. You are losing control. Pull the trigger. He does. You hear the bang from above you and your ears are ringing. He slumps off of you and onto the dirt beside you. You quickly release the group from your grasp and lie just as limp as the cop beside you. You are breathing heavier than ever, and you can barely move.

“Are you in-fucking-sane!?” Kate is gritting her teeth. She’s up before Toby, leaving her dragging you out of the dirt. She stands you up and you realize just how hard it is to stand. You realize how strong she is.

You smile at her. Genuinely smile; blood covering your teeth. “I’m so fucking smart.” You whisper at her. She lets out a low, primal growl. She does not release you, she knows you will fall, and you already look rough enough. No need to slam your head into the dirt.

Toby, Masky, and Hoodie stand up. They rush to you. “We-We have to g-go!” Toby yells. Masky grabs you from Kate and begins to run towards the car. You are trying so hard to stay conscious. The ringing in your ears is gone, but your head is spinning, and it feels like your brain is going to melt out of your ears.

Masky shoves you into the car and Hoodie and Toby crawl in too. Kate and Masky get up front and Masky takes off, headed in the opposite direction of the cabin. You can barely think straight, you have no power to ask where you are headed. You lean your head on Hoodie’s shoulder and look up at him, half lidded eyes staring straight at his mask. You grin at him.

“Sorry,” You apologize. “I’m gettin’ blood… on…” You trail off. Your eyes shut and are unable to keep talking. You are unable to stay awake any longer. You feel Toby grab your shoulder and yell something at you before you pass out.

[zombeeyy]

Leave me - snotlout

snotlout x Afab!reader

WARNINGS: light angst, smut, pet names, not beta read, prolly corny

You left Berk a while ago. You left him a while ago. And now youre back because his friends begged you. Said he was a danger to himself. You just couldn't stay away, could you?

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“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need your help, matter of fact—why are you even here?!” He’d yelled the moment you rushed to his side.

He was injured, quite badly, from falling off hookfang in the midst of a race. His leg looked scrapped with the pieces of cloth and fur from his gear abstracting it.

 “Please, just let me—” you tried, pleading with him, reaching for his wound. He swatted your hand away, interrupting you with a rather gruff voice.“No. You don't get to come back and act like you care now.” Other riders eventually made their way towards him, hoisting him up and away for help. 

You barely held back your tears. Droplets resting on your eyelid threatened to fall and you messily wiped them away, putting on a more determined face. You had made the journey back to Berk all on your own. No fancy dragons, just you, a boat and some oars. You’d come back for him. His friends were worried. They feared he was growing restless, irritable—all because you had left him behind. Hiccup had pleaded with you to make it right. They each carried the same message every time they visited you: 

“Hes going to get himself killed.”

And you believed it. Seeing him up there, faster than necessary and loose in his steering, you knew he was going to fall. Hell, all of Berk knew he was going to fall. And they cheered him on anyway, hoping he’d make it. If he had been even just a few feet further out, he’d have fallen straight into the water below Berk, and that surely would have killed him.

 You anticipated his fall, watching as his feet lost hold in the holsters, and ran for him. You’d been trying to get him to talk to you for weeks, and you had finally found a concrete reason, but he’d pushed you away once again. 

You found him, eventually.

He was sat in his own bed, head in his hands and looming over his knees. You were advised not to go in. He’d yelled all of the nurses away. Go figure. The second you’d pushed the door open more, it creaked. His head snapped towards you, “i said go aw—” when he was met with your eyes, he faltered.

"The same still applies to you, princess.” he’d said it in a mocking tone, yet your heart still fluttered. He moved back into his position, rubbing his temples and ignoring the ache in his calf, you assumed. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult?” he sounded … defeated. You walked further in.

“Your friends. They’re worried about you.” “Oh, yeah. That’s the only reason you came back. Of course.” He flipped his head back dramatically, rolling his eyes so hard you could practically feel it.

 “I’m worried, too.” Your soft footsteps caught up to his ears, but you had already sat down next to him. “What was that out there? I know you.”

you asked. He wouldn’t turn to face you, no matter how low you positioned your head in his peripheral. 

“I dont..” 

“I don't know. Okay? I dont know.” he stood, suddenly, as if he forgot about his injury, wincing the second he put pressure on it. You stood too, if only to cradle his back as you worried he’d fall. He flinched out of your touch. Your eyes fell. “When you left..” he began.“I dont know. It was like you took a part of me with you.” He looked at you now, but immediately averted his gaze back towards the far wall. “Im not sure i understand, snotlout.”

 “Okay, god, fucking…” he staggered forward. his change in tone and swift movement frightened you, but he caught himself on his hands, supporting his body weight on the table closest. “I loved you.” His words felt like daggers in your heart. Loved? Did he not love you anymore? Were you even entitled to feel this way, after you had left him? The thoughts swirled in your head like a thunderstorm on the horizon of a port city until he spoke again.

“fuck. Love. I love you. Still. I cant deny that to myself. But when you left.. I couldn’t handle it.” he runs his hand through his hair, leaning on the other for support. “Couldn’t handle you leaving me. Because I would never leave you.” he finally, finally turned to face you—and you wished he hadn’t. You, now, looked away.

He laughed to himself, placing both hands back on the table.“you cant even look at me right now.” “Its not that.” You responded, quick and with fervor. You turned back, making short steps closer until you could reach out and touch him, but you didn’t. “I had to go. You dont understand what its like for me.” you implored, eyes wet once again.

You hated it in Berk. The only reason you’d stayed the duration you had was because of snotlout. The dragons, the flying—it shook fear into you more than anything ever could. They were beasts, and the Berk people just.. let them fly away over cliffs and through valleys with them. You even hated the cliff Berk was located on.

“No, I dont understand.” He turned, shifting his weight off his hands, limping slightly. He grabbed your hands, now, cold as ice, and brought them to his chin.

“But you didn’t even give me the chance to show you how wonderful it could be.”  Your cheeks blossomed with heat, your everlasting crush still having an affect even while you were separated. “I cant fly, snot. You know this.”

 “You wouldn’t even let me show you. You didnt have to be alone. We could’ve done it together.” he pressed his lips to your hands, ghosting over your knuckles. 

“Im scared.” You whispered, drinking in the shallow look on his face. 

“Please.” he said, moving his hands to entangle with yours. “Stay.” You began to shake your head softly.

Your mouth moved on its own, contradicting your movements and promising a future you didnt know you could guarantee.

 “Okay. Ill stay.” He pulled you in close, arms cradling your lower back. It was tight, like you’d just settled a deal and you played the role of each other’s hands. 

When he pulled away, he gripped your shoulders. The look in his eyes was more joyous than you’d ever seen him, and all of the darkness from the race had gone. One of his hands dragged up your neck, resting on your cheek when he found it.You stared into each other’s faces for what felt like light-years, until you finally moved in. He was off-guard, startled and slow at first. But soon, your mouths were moving in sync, each movement by him directly echoed by you. His hands began wandering, grasping at your neck and sides like he might lose you again. Your hands wrapped around his neck, clasping together to signal you weren’t going anywhere.

He made ragged steps forward, pushing you indirectly backwards. The kiss only broke when the back of your knees hit the bed and you trampled, pulling him with you. His elbows fell to the sides of your hips. You laughed at the goofy look on his face.

“Hey, who are you laughing at?” He said with a dopey smile, swift fingers finding your waist, digging in and making you squirm. The laugh it ripped out of you was involuntary, and he knew how much you hated being tickled. He knew exactly where you were ticklish (mostly everywhere, to be fair) from when you were children, and used it against you in every scenario. Even this one, apparently. “You!” you feigned shock on your face, gripping the sides of his cheeks and lightly pinching them. 

“Okay, okay, enough.” he pulled himself back towards your face, in for another kiss.

“somebodies eager.” You joked, though he now tried to stay serious, not replying and only crashing his lips back onto yours. His fingers, usually clumsy and uncoordinated, now moved quickly and cunningly, lifting your tunic and splaying his hands across your lower abdomen. You hummed into his mouth, hands gripping the sides of the fabric on his neck. 

Your hands traveled, finding purchase at the skin where his chest was exposed. You pulled at the fabric, desperate and growing irritated.He pulled out of the kiss, leaning back onto his good leg. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you. Ill take it off.” he looked smug when he said that last bit, but you chose to ignore it for the sight of him pulling off his clothes. His muscles flexed as he lifted it above his head, and you involuntarily shut your thighs. “Like what you see?”

he boasted, flexing a few times while you watched, biting your lip and maybe stroking his ego a little bit.You lifted yourself forward, grabbing his neck and pulling him back down.

 “Woah, careful now. Im a wounded soldier.” He mused, and you rolled your eyes in response.

 “and whose fault is that?” You asked, trying to outsass him.

“Yours.” he smirked, stupid and witty. Sick of him, you didnt reward that one with a response. You let your hands follow the curves of his muscles, sculpted from years of training and battles.

 “Feeling me up, huh?” so, so smug. And maybe he was right to be a little bit of a smartass. Atleast in this situation. “Shh… ive never gotten the chance to before.” You said, still slightly squeezing at his bicep as he tensed it. “I mean, ive offered.” That he had. Even when you were both still training, he’d tried to get you to feel his muscles. Even before he really had any. You were always too embarrassed to take him up on the offer.

 His own hands started feeling you, careful of any light touches. He massaged your sides, moving slowly down to your hips, where he left small circles with his thumb.

You reached back up to his cheek, and he nuzzled into it. You hadnt been this intimate with someone since.. well, ever. You’d always dreamed it would be him. When you were just kids it was never like that—it only really happened after dragon training. When he got muscle mass and you got horny. You rejected lots of boys in those days, hoping that your training partner would realize your chemistry.

 The domestic moment barely lasted, with his fingers tugging at your own clothes and nearly ripping them off. Your lips meet again, almost feverishly this time, More a gnashing of teeth and lip than anything. Your hands fold themselves in his hair, lightly tugging.

You can feel him smile against you, and you nearly regret giving him this big of an ego boost. Hes so pressed against you that you can feel his heart beating against yours, wild hunger throbbing against anxious desire. His hands slip under your undergarments, gripping at your naked hips. When he pulls back you follow him, whining when your lips are no longer pressed together. He smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“Calm down, im not going anywhere.” he assures, and the way he says it you almost feel like its a jab at you. Your head hits the mattress, arms laying across your ribcage. He hooks his thumbs along the sides of his belt, and you nearly shut your legs in anticipation, but they’re blocked by his own hips. He makes a show of pulling his pants off, making sure your drinking in the way his abs are caved in, the v line that leads down them… you could stare at him for hours.

When he finally does pull them off, you shoot up. Hes big. You havent done this before. Oh god. It suddenly dawns on you that you dont even know if it will fit. He notices how scared you look, and immediately goes to comfort you. 

“Hey, hey, its okay.” His warm hands hold your shoulders. “I wont hurt you. We dont even have to keep going if you dont want to.”

your worries dont melt away, per say. They more like chip off in bits as you realize your more scared of stopping than him having trouble fitting inside you. You stifle a moan just thinking about it. “no. No. Okay. Yeah. Itll be okay.” You nod.

He still looks at you gentle, like he may break you as easy as glass. You dont think you hate the sound of that, honestly. He slowly glides one hand down the length of your thigh, closer to your core. You squirm a little, and he anchors you with another firm hand on your hip. 

“Have.. have you done this before?” You asked. And really, its a silly question. You know he has. You just don’t want to believe how skilled his fingers are at undressing, pinning.. among other things.

“a few times.” He shoots you a questioning look. “Havent you?” He inquires, and his fingers stop dead in their tracks when you simply look away. “Youre.. a virgin?” He seems confused, and the blunt statement catches you off guard.

 “I always wanted it to be you.” You say, fighting through the embarrassment.

 “Oh.” His eyes are wide as saucers, with pupils to match. He tilts back towards you, pressing his lips to yours again, smiling all throughout. When he stands back up, hes all goofy smiles. 

“Ill take real good care of you, princess.”

Your stomach twists at the use of the old pet name, once used to ridicule you as children now turned into a term of endearment. He finds his way through your undergarments, with striking ease you may add, and begins stroking you. Your breath catches, and the way he handles you, with completely unbreakable eye contact, you just have to look away. You even cover your mouth when he inserts one finger. His hands are huge, and it stretches you so well. His motions slow, and he uses his free hand to grab your wrist. 

“No, no, no. Come on. Let me hear you.” His lips are curled into possibly the most mischievous smile you’ve seen on him thus far. He knows exactly what hes doing. You lower your arm, but still dont look forward.

“Eyes on me, princess.” princess. Again. And it works. You look at him. The man standing between your legs, with one mangled calf and a dream. He always knew how to get what he wanted from you.

"thats it. Good job.” He praises as he presses his thumb harder onto your clit.

“snotlout..” you breathe. Your fingers scratch at his forearms, leaving noticeable red marks in their wake.

 He takes his time. Knowing you’d never done anything like that before was all he needed to guarantee he’d be the best. Set your standards too high for any man that may come after him.

He waits until you begin to move on your own, whining about needing more. And then, he uses two fingers. Then three… and when he finally curls them and you get so, so close… he pulls out. You whimper at the loss, fingers digging crescents into his arms. He wastes no time in pacifying you.

 “Shhh.. shh.. it's okay.” He pumps himself a few times, and you realize why he left you so empty. You still don't know if three was enough. Even with how big his hands are.. his cock is even bigger. The girth is what really irks you. He lines himself up with your entrance, and pushes.

Slowly. Steadily. He analyzes every small muscle that could possibly move in your face. He studies you for any sign of discomfort, all the way until he bottoms out.

It's exhausting. You know you can't tell him to speed up. He can't. He knows you won't be able to handle it. And yet, you yearn for it. When his hips finally hit your ass, you can't help but notice the way his chest rises and falls. Like he's restraining himself, holding himself back.

It hurts. God, does it hurt. And at the same time, it feels so, so good. Him stretching you, it's like you were made to fit together this way. You try to move yourself, push your hips upward, even slightly, but his hands on your hip steady you. They press down hard, strong, and you can't move even if you really wanted to.

 He throws his head back, and you see a bead of sweat fall down his neck. You notice only now just how big the strength difference between you was. He could overpower you so easily, and yet here he was, only using what force is necessary. You think back to all of the spars that you “won.” How many times he let you be the defeating party in dragon training.. it was all just because that's who he was. He let you take the glory.

For such a proud man, he had surrendered himself to you in more ways than one.

You finally reach a breaking point, where the pain has subsided and all you feel is a deep nagging to move. To gain friction. You pull at his hands, pouting and feeling powerless. “move.” You say, more like a command than a request. His head falls down, looking at you kind of sideways before he gets this glint in his eyes.

“Snotlout. No. I need it.” You contest his idea that you know he had, one where he messes with you and royally fucks up your experience. 

“Oh, fine.” He accepts, mockingly upset at your interference. And then, he pulls out. It's quick but it isn’t subtle. The only part of him that remains buried inside you is the tip, but only for a moment. Because then he's pushing back in. At full force.

 You let out a moan akin to a scream, and his lip ends up nestled between his teeth. He sets a rugged pace, not as attentive as he was before and not nearly as gentle. His hands find purchase everywhere. They caress your chest, grasp your hips for leverage, and eventually he pulls out and they flip you over onto your back. It's so sudden you make a noise when you hit your chest on the mattress, and you can barely look back before he's pulling himself onto his knees on it. He rubs your sides again, a silent apology for how rough he had been.

 “You alright?” He whispers, chest to your back and breath ghosting your neck. 

“Y.. yeah. I’m good.” You're out of breath, but that was less his fault and more your stamina. He's more gentle this time around, taking his time and sliding his hands down your back. It feels great, all things considered. But you get restless.

“Snotlout..?” You ask.

“Hm?” he responds, leaning back over to your neck and pressing soft kisses to it. 

“more.” you say, soft and embarrassed. “please.” You add. 

“Well, what do you mean by that, sweetheart?” He replies, sitting up, still far inside you.

“Harder.” you finally mutter, face halfway hidden in his blanket.

“Harder? Do you mean..” he thrusts with all of his might, causing you to pull your head up. “LIke that?” And you know he's smiling. You know he's got a stupid look on his face and you choose your own pleasure over whatever he's getting at. 

You try to reply, but he cuts you off with another one. “What was that?” He muses, his sentiments from earlier halfway out the window. He keeps steady, pounding into you like he's being paid to do it. You realize you have one more request. “Hand,” you say, holding up your own and looking him in the eye.

Tentatively, he slows and crosses fingers with you. You reach over to the back of your head, where you give one simple instruction. “Pull.” He grins.

“That I can do, baby.” he says, before he's burrowing his fingers to your scalp, and yanking you up. You moan his name, which encourages him to ball his fist on your head. He leans over, still thrusting into you, holding your head up. Looking into your fucked out eyes, you can only see pride on his face. He sits back, pulling your hair up with him.��Your back arches and you have to use your elbows to support yourself. You swear you hear your spine crack.

 Your stomach tightens, and you can nearly feel it doing flips. As your stomach grows tighter, so does your cunt. When your walls clench around him, he can tell you’re close.

 “Just a little longer.” He assures, chasing his own climax. You can't wait much longer. With about 2 more thrusts, your stomach releases, sending warmth and pleasure and fatigue through your entire body. As your abdomen spasms, your pussy does as well. He buries himself to the hilt, pulls you up further, and cums deep inside of you.

[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter eighteen | coriolanus snow

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Coriolanus walks behind you. The silence is deafening, the tension could be cut with a knife. The upper floors had bedrooms assigned to every Capitol ‘guest’ that had come. Snow was walking you to yours. You don't say a word to him; you keep walking forward searching for your room number.

You make a soft noise as you find your assigned room. You take out the key that was given to you and you push the key into the keyhole. Your eyes flicker at Coriolanus. But it was impossible to see his emotions, his face was cold and passive. As if you're nothing.

You open the door, unaware of the danger.

You walk in, and Coriolanus follows.

Not even a second has passed and you find yourself pinned to the door. Coriolanus grins as he sees the flash of fear in your eyes. ‘Be afraid of me, dove,’ he thinks. Be afraid. Coriolanus Snow was going to punish you.

And you're going to take it.

He knew he was capable of killing you. He was mad enough for that. He also knew he would kill himself right after because there would be nothing to live for.

“Hi, dove,” he smirked.

“Remember me?” He hissed in anger.

“Cory-” Before you could finish calling him by his nickname, he cuts off your airway with his hand on your throat. He pressed hard, making you gasp. He was taking your breath away.

“Don't call me that, bitch,” he growled. You squirm under his hold but don't fight back. He likes how you're giving in. You're letting yourself surrender like a broken toy. Good girl.

You gasp, trying to say his name again. He pressed harder, making your eyes nearly roll back. He then loosens the hold, letting you take small amounts of air so that you would remain conscious.

Coriolanus takes out a pocket knife that he keeps in his pants at all times. He chuckled as your eyes began to panic and your trash in his hold. “I'll stab your heart if you keep acting up, sweety,” he whispered to your ear. The threat has you relaxing in his hold, though you whimper in fear. Coriolanus would feel ashamed later that he could feel his cock harden from the sound.

Such a fucking drug you are, making him high after all these months. He needs to overdose or else he doesn't think he'll survive. “You…” he said, “you're a horrible, horrible being.” With every word, he squeezed your neck. “I hate you.” It was a lie obviously, but Coriolanus figured that you'd never find out.

Tears begin to fill your eyes. Coryo ignored the pang of pain in his heart. He takes the pocket knife and lets the blade slowly drag against your cheek. He doesn't let it break the skin, not yet. He takes the blade down until he reaches the button of your shirt. One by one he cuts them off, exposing your body to him. He hums in appreciation of your beauty.

“But you still belong to me.”

He lets the knife break skin. He was cutting you near your hip. He could hear you hiss. He doesn't care. He carves out two letters on your skin. CS. Coriolanus Snow. That way you can never forget about him again like you did for all these months. He made sure of it. Every time you look at your body, it will remind you of him.

Snow would never leave your mind now.

Coriolanus felt proud of himself for achieving that. He lets the pocket knife fall on the floor and traces the bloody cut with his finger. He takes his bloody finger and smears the red on his lips. His tongue peeks out to lick the metallic liquid and he groans as he has your taste on his tongue. Is it disgusting of him to think that was delicious? God, district twelve has fucked him up.

“You're so fucking addicting. I should kill you,” he said to you as he sucks his lower lip for any lingering taste. He then pressed a kiss to your cheek, his hold around your neck completely loosening. Now it just stayed there like a leash.

You gasp, taking much-needed air as Coryo nuzzles his face to your neck. The smell of blood fills the room and you whisper his name,

“Coryo.”

He felt the anger rushing back, “You don't get to call me that anymore, dove.” He adds, “You lost the fucking right.” Tears begin to fall from your eyes. “Coryo- please-” you plead, afraid of him.

He felt more anger by the fact that you thought that he would hurt you. He would never! “No- fuck off! Shut up!” He yells, he hopes that the walls are thick here. He pressed his lips to yours, shutting off your begging. He kisses like he's starved and he is. He savagely bites your lower lip, sucking your tongue. He groans into your mouth. He doesn't break the kiss, no matter how sloppy it gets.

He hadn't realized that he had begun to choke you again until you stopped kissing back. Your eyes were closed and your unconscious body was supported by him. He takes you to your bed and lays you down slowly. He looks at you, your shirt torn, your body exposed, and your mind shut off.

He frowned, he thought he would like you see you like this. But he didn't at all. He remembered the first time he had been pinned against a door. It was in his penthouse, you were bleeding that day too. But in a different way. He fucked you with his fingers that night, and you were out of it from pleasure. He preferred that much more. He thought of you as pathetic right now.

Anybody could come and take advantage of you. Coriolanus couldn't let that happen. He finds out there's a first aid kit in your suitcase. He takes off your ruined shirt. He wets a cotton ball with antiseptic, he then presses the bud on your cut. He cleans it up to the best of his abilities and stops the bleeding. He then takes out an oversized t-shirt… which he recognizes as his.

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused about why you would keep his t-shirt. He clenched his jaw, a bit mad that Tigris had given it to you. He hadn't checked any of her new letters and it was time he spoke to her anyway. He then dresses you up in his old t-shirt. Then he waits… and waits.

He wondered how long he knocked you out for and if he should leave. But he doesn't. It's too risky to leave you alone in a place filled with filthy peacekeepers. Then he hears you murmur in your sleep,

“Please, Dr. Gaul, let me talk to him. Please, I beg of you. He's sorry, I promise.”

You wake up with a startle, crying out his name as you sit up. Your eyes are wide as you look around the unfamiliar room. Then your eyes land on him and you remember. You practically tackle him. Your limbs caging him into a hug. You were on his lap. And you were sobbing so loudly.

“Coryo, Coryo, Coryo,” you repeat his name like a prayer. You pulled back slightly and then you raised your hand to slap him, hard. It stings. He knew that it would leave a mark.

“Why didn't you reply to any of my letters, you bastard!? And you called me a bitch! The fucking audacity!”

Your hand wraps itself around his throat.

It was at this moment that he knew, he fucked up.

Next Part

[madhels-enby-boyfriend]

Play stupid games

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Joanne x reader (company, f!Bobbie)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! Mentions of alcohol, going to a club, actual smut, public teasing, someone persistently flirting with reader and reader being uncomfortable and I think that’s it??

Tags: longing, established friendship between reader, Joanne and the others, jealousy, possessiveness, angst, reader being down bad. Service top!reader and bossy bottom!Joanne, hickeys, eating out (J receiving), Joanne’s first time with a woman, that’s all I think.

Notes: First of all thank you to the wonderful @imorynn for beta reading this for me and cheering me on and giving me confidence while I wrote this🫶🏻🫂!!

Second of all I haven’t written smut in years folks so.. I’m a bit rusty.. I hope it’s still enjoyable. Please let me know if there is anything I forgot to tag/put in the warnings.

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Chapter 3: Bobbie’s fun night out

Your next two weeks had been hectic to say the least, your work had suddenly ramped up both in difficulty and volume. You didn’t get much spare time, so you hadn’t gotten the chance to see Joanne in two weeks and you had to admit that you missed her. Sure you texted her, but that wasn’t the same as being in her presence, as seeing those beautiful brown eyes light up when she managed to fluster you, as feeling her hand rest on your thigh while she explained something to you.

The fact that you had had to turn down three of her invitations to join her to some fancy event that one of her high society friends was hosting, due to the amount of work you had, didn’t help either. You had felt extremely guilty about it, even though she had reassured you time and time again that it was okay and that she understood.

You tried to snap yourself out of your trance to focus on the last bit of work that needed to be done before the weekend. Once today was done, work was supposed to calm down a little again, you just needed to manage to get through these last few hours.. but it was proving to be more difficult than you had hoped. Joanne continued to plague your mind and you didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything other than how much you missed her. You inwardly groaned at your own inability to get this woman out of your head.

You wouldn’t have minded working this much, if you had spent your time doing useful things, or things you found even semi-interesting. But every waking moment had been spent doing things that bored the ever lasting shit out of you and that seemed to have no purpose at all. You frustratedly stared at your computer screen and decided to take a small break, grabbing your phone to text Joanne, something that had almost become second nature to you, whenever you had a minute to spare.

“Are you perchance interested in becoming my sugar momma, so I can stop wasting my time here and start doing things I actually like?”

You sent the text before you could start overthinking it, not having the energy to spiral about your feelings for the brunette at the moment. It didn’t take long for you to receive a reply that matched your playful text.

“Well, doll, if you’re as good at using that mouth on me as you are at using it to make filthy comments, then I may just consider it.”

You could almost hear her say it to you with that teasing smirk plastered on her lips, as she sent a devious wink your way. Oh god… you really were down bad for this woman.

“There is only one way to find out.”

You had decided to reply quickly before pouring yourself into your work again, using it as a distraction from the constant ache in your chest and between your legs. There really was no worse combination than being horny and sad at the same time.

Once your work was done you checked your phone…still no answer. As you packed up your stuff, you began to regret being so forward, had it been too much? Surely not… both you and Joanne had said much more filthy things.. but it had always been said in person, maybe the playfulness got lost over text.

As you made your way home, you fought the urge to send Joanne a clarifying text, stating that you were only joking. But you held back, scared that she might be annoyed at you for ruining your little game if you overexplained yourself. You groaned at your own idiocy, no matter what you did, you’d be filled with anxiety and overthink it later.

When you finally made it to your apartment, your head was spinning from the amount of work you had done, the exhaustion that had caught up with you, and all of the overthinking you had done. Still life wouldn’t grant you even a second to gather your bearings, because not even 5 minutes after closing the door behind you and taking off your coat, your phone rang.

Bobbie’s name flashed across the screen. You begrudgingly picked up, you were exhausted, but you hadn’t heard from her in a while and you felt guilty for neglecting your best friend. Before you could even get a word out Bobbie’s voice rang in your ear.

“Joanne and I are on our way to your place. We’re taking you out tonight, you don’t have a choice. You need to relax and unwind and we’re going to make sure that you do. We’re all getting ready at yours and we brought food so you have no excuse. Expect us there in 10 minutes.”

She was talking at the speed of light and it was taking every little bit of mental power you still had left in you to follow what she was saying. Before you could even protest or respond Bobbie had hung up. She was right, you did need to unwind, but you weren’t sure if you could handle Bobbie’s way of unwinding at the moment. You sighed as you accepted your fate, you knew there was no arguing with Bobbie when she was like this… and you really had missed her. Besides you couldn’t say no to Joanne, not again..not ever really. You suspected that was part of the reason why Bobbie had brought her along.. well that and because she probably had some stupid plan to try and get you and Joanne together, despite your insistence that you were 100% certain that she was not into you.

Bobbie had kept her word and 10 minutes later she and Joanne had stood at your door, holding food. You had let them in and the entirety of dinner was spent catching up on what everyone had been doing these past two weeks.

You were quieter than usual and most of Joanne’s teasing remarks went unanswered by you. You were still overthinking the message you had sent, Joanne clearly wasn’t upset with you or she wouldn’t be here, but part of you couldn’t help but fear that you had made her uncomfortable. No one had questioned your silence though, and after everyone had finished their dinner Bobbie, Joanne and you started to get ready.

Bobbie had chosen your dress for you, claiming you were in no state to dress yourself, because you’d probably choose to go out in sweats or something. She picked one of your favourite dresses, it was a bit revealing but was still comfortable enough to spend an entire night dancing and drinking in. It always gave you a confidence boost, and you sure as hell could use one right about now.

Bobbie had insisted that it would be fine if you all got changed in the same room, according to her you were all mature women and it was nothing you hadn’t seen before. You knew exactly what she was doing though, so instead you had gotten changed in the bathroom, while Joanne and Bobbie got dressed in your bedroom.

You stopped in your tracks as you walked back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Joanne looked absolutely breathtaking, you were quite sure this dress was new.. you’d definitely remember having seen her in this before. The black dress hugged her figure in all the right places and gave you a beautiful view of her cleavage.

If you hadn’t been so busy gawking at and drooling over Joanne, you would have noticed how her eyes had hungrily raked over your body, any subtlety the woman might have possessed being thrown out the window as she drank you in.

You snapped out of your trance and hoped Joanne hadn’t caught you staring at her. You walked further back into the bedroom as you tried to figure out which shoes to wear.

For a while silence hung in the air as everyone seemed preoccupied with getting themselves ready for your night out. That’s until Joanne walked up to you and broke the silence, her voice quiet, nearly a whisper.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She asked seemingly out of nowhere, it caught you off guard. Had you really been this bad at hiding your feelings tonight? What could you even say? You couldn’t exactly tell her she was the reason for your torment. You didn’t have the energy for this.

“I’m fine.”

It was the least convincing lie you had ever told, and you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that Joanne didn’t buy what you were saying. You weren’t surprised when she tilted her head questioningly, however the expected disapproving eyebrow raise did not follow. Instead her brows knitted into a frown and her eyes filled with something akin to sadness and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“I can give you and Bobbie a moment… if you want to talk to her about it.”

Her voice sounded less concerned and more sharp, she seemed almost angry… although that wasn’t the right emotion either. You knew what an angry Joanne looked like and this wasn’t it. A frown of your own made its way onto your face as your confusion grew. Why on Earth would she be pissed at you for not telling her something… or more accurately why was she pissed at the possibility of you telling Bobbie and not her?? And that’s when it hit you, the glint in her eye you hadn’t been able to place earlier, it was jealousy.

Your confusion only grew at that.. why would Joanne be jealous? Your more hopeful side suggested that it might be because she had feelings for you, reminding you of how jealous you had felt at the idea of others getting to see Joanne’s more vulnerable side. Your more rational side quickly shot that idea down, there was no use in getting your hopes up, Joanne would never like you, not like that… she clearly had a type and that type was rich people.. and you did not belong in that category.

You internally sighed and decided to try and figure this mess out when you had more energy and weren’t currently joined by the woman that was the reason for your confusion.

“It’s okay, really. I’m just tired, that's all.”

You sent her, what you hoped to be, a reassuring smile while you finished getting ready. Joanne clearly wasn’t convinced, but she knew when to drop the subject, so focused on applying her lipstick.

You tried to focus your attention on yourself, you really did, but you were completely enthralled with the way Joanne applied her lipstick. Your eyes landed on her lips and followed her hand as it steadily and carefully painted her beautiful lips red. You were hopeless, even when your thoughts were racing and the tension in the air felt palpable, you still couldn’t stop admiring this woman.

Bobbie cleared her throat, snapping you out of your trance. You sent her an appreciative look, silently thanking her for bringing you back down to earth. There was already way too much tension in the air, the last thing this situation needed was for Joanne to catch you staring at her putting on her lipstick like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

Some of the tension seemed to ease as everyone finished getting ready. You assumed Joanne had decided that this hadn’t been worth ruining her evening for, or maybe she did buy that you were just tired. No matter the reason, the tension in the air no longer felt like it might crush you beneath its weight and you were grateful for that.

By the time you got to you guys’ favourite club, light banter once again could be heard between Bobbie, Joanne and you. There was definitely still a distinct lack of crude remarks, but you figured that they would return once you all had a couple of drinks in you.

As a thank you for dragging you out of your apartment, you agreed to buy the first round of drinks. You made your way over to the bar as Bobbie and Joanne found you guys a table. Before you even reached the bar you were stopped by someone putting a hand on your arm.

You turned around to look at the person who had demanded your attention. Your eyes met blue ones that very clearly checked you out, before landing on your own again. The woman in front of you was pretty, no one could deny that, her dress hugged her curvy figure, her brown curls were styled perfectly and she carried herself with confidence.

You only half listened to what she was saying though, her intentions were quite clear, the way her eyes raked over your body was anything but subtle, she touched you a little bit too often for it to be friendly, and her compliments held a barely hidden sexual layer.

You had tried to end the conversation, making your way over to the bar, and always answering politely without being flirty, but she didn’t seem to get the hint and had followed you to the bar. As you were waiting to order drinks for you and your friends, she asked the following question.

“Would you care to dance?”

In any other situation you would have gladly accepted the invitation, who wouldn’t want to dance with a beautiful woman that was clearly interested in more than just a dance? But no matter how pretty or attractive this woman might be, you couldn’t get yourself to care about her advances, the compliments she threw your way fell on deaf ears, and this invitation wasn’t enticing to you in the slightest.

It wasn’t the woman’s fault, really, you just couldn’t get yourself to care about anyone but Joanne in that way. You had tried to subtly show her that you weren’t interested, but the woman had been persistent. It had started to make you a little uncomfortable, yet you didn’t want to be unkind, so you answered politely.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, my friends are waiting for me. I’m sure by now they’re already cursing me for making them wait for their drinks this long.”

Your laugh was forced and so was your smile, you hoped the other woman understood what you were saying and would leave you alone. Alas, she seemed to take your words as a challenge and put a hand on your waist. She tried to guide you away from the bar as she spoke.

“Oh come on, I’m sure they won’t mind waiting a little longer.”

You moved her hand away from your body and were about to bluntly tell her that you weren’t interested, when you suddenly became aware of Joanne’s presence. In your struggle to let this woman know that you didn’t want to spend the night with her, you hadn’t noticed her walking up to you.

“Are you okay, baby? Bobbie and I have been waiting for you.”

Joanne purred in your ear as she sent a glare to the other woman, while wrapping her arms around your waist. She hugged you from behind and possessively pulled you closer to her and away from the brunette.

Your brain short circuited for a moment, being this close to Joanne while she called you ‘baby’ was making a mess of your underwear. It took a second for you to realise what she was doing, it wasn’t until you heard the woman in front of you mutter an apology while she walked away, that you realised what her plan had been.

You turned around to face her but Joanne didn’t release you from her grip just yet. So you looked down at her, into her mesmerising brown eyes, and that’s when you saw it again, the emotion from earlier, clear as day, jealousy.

“Thank you, I was running out of nice ways to turn her down.”

You said softly while hoping your blush hadn’t been too obvious, although you were quite sure you were bright red. You made no effort to free yourself from Joanne’s grasp, so her arms stayed around your waist.

“No problem. You looked uncomfortable so I figured you could use a knight in shining armour to come rescue you.”

Her teasing tone was accompanied by a wink. You assumed her playfulness was supposed to hide the real feelings you could see swirling in those brown eyes. They were so clear that even your more negative side couldn’t sow any doubt in your mind about what you saw.

“Well how can I repay you, my brave knight?”

Your tone was suggestive but lacked its usual playfulness. You were either going to regret this even more than your text message earlier today, or this was going to be the best decision you had made in a while.

It was Joanne’s turn to blush now, her eyes quickly flicked to your lips, before focusing on your eyes again, searching them, as if she was trying to figure out how serious you were being.

You couldn’t stop the smirk that appeared on your lips, flustering Joanne always felt like a little victory. That smirk only grew when you saw Joanne’s pupils grow larger as her eyes filled with hunger and want. Any fear you may have held before got drowned out as your thoughts became clouded with need and desire.

“I can think of a few ways..”

Joanne’s voice was low and steady, making it clear that she wasn’t joking. Her hands slowly traveled from your waist to your ass, giving you plenty of time to stop her and tell her she had been mistaken, should you wish to. But you didn’t, because even mere hours ago the thought of this ever actually happening seemed impossible, and yet right now Joanne was looking at you like she needed you more than air.

In a small moment of clarity, you suddenly remembered that Bobbie had joined you both here, and no matter how badly you wanted this, you would never just leave Bobbie here on her own. Luckily for you, when you glanced her way, you saw that she was talking to her own conquest for the night. When she caught you looking at her, she sent you a reassuring smile and a teasing wink, telling you it was okay for you to leave. That wink also told you that Bobbie was going to be insufferable about this for the next few weeks, she would probably make you thank her and you’d probably lose count of the many ‘I told you so’s.

This little exchange between Bobbie and you seemed to fuel Joanne’s jealousy even more. She pulled you impossibly closer to her and when you looked back at her, she looked ready to pounce on you right then and there.

The way she was looking at you told you that you would be unwinding differently than you had expected tonight, but this time you didn’t mind. You leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.

“Take me out of here and I’m all yours.”

That’s all it took for her to drag you out of the club and into a cab. The drive to your apartment was excruciating, it seemed to last twice as long as it normally did, and you needed Joanne out of that little dress now. You decided to tease her a little, to pass the time, whispering sweet promises of how you planned to thank your saviour once you got back to your apartment, into her ear.

Your teasing seemed to work because her hand possessively gripped your thigh and it didn’t leave its place for the rest of the drive, her pointer finger drawing random shapes on your inner thigh as she undressed you with her eyes.

By the time you finally made it inside your apartment, you (and your panties) were a mess. Apparently you hadn’t been the only impatient one though, because the second you had closed the door, Joanne pushed you against it and kissed you, hard. The kiss was passionate, hungry and possessive, her hands were on your waist and kept you pinned against the door. You kissed her back with that same intensity, pouring all of your need and want into it, while your hands cupped her cheeks, pulling her even closer as you deepened the kiss.

You pulled back when you needed to breathe, which caused Joanne to whine, she clearly hadn’t been ready to part with your lips just yet. Before you could even begin to tease her about it, her lips were on the side of your neck, making you moan and completely forget what you had planned to tease her about. Your hands moved to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, earning you a needy moan against your neck. She kissed, sucked, and bit any skin she could reach and you tilted your head to give her more space. She was definitely leaving marks and that only made you wetter, you really were a sucker for this possessive side of hers.

You reluctantly pushed her off, which elicited another whine from her, as she looked up at you with needy and hungry eyes. You didn’t give her the chance to complain as you whispered into her ear.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom, my bed is far more comfortable than this door.”

You chuckled softly while looking into her desire filled eyes. Joanne didn’t need to be told twice and grabbed your wrist, dragging you into your bedroom, which was still littered with her and Bobbie’s stuff from getting ready earlier tonight, neither of you could bring yourself to care though.

The second you made it into your bedroom your lips were back on Joanne’s, you quickly stepped out of your shoes while your hands found the zipper of Joanne’s dress. You pulled back a little, resting your forehead against hers.

“Can I take this off?”

Your breathing came out ragged and your voice betrayed how badly you wanted the other woman, who didn’t seem too pleased at no longer having your lips on her.

“Yes.”

Joanne almost whined the word, like she was pleading you to take it off. She clearly needed and wanted this just as much as you did and that gave you a boost of confidence.

You guided her to step out of her heels before undoing the zipper at the back of her dress, while you kissed her neck. Now it was your turn to leave your marks and you didn’t plan to stop at her neck. Her needy moans filled your ears and as you slid her dress down her figure, your mouth found her right collarbone, peppering it with soft kisses before beginning to suck and bite at the skin, leaving hickeys in your wake.

You gave the left collarbone the exact same treatment while guiding her back to your bed. Joanne’s moans and whines spurred you on as you carefully pushed her down on the bed, pulling back a little so you could take a proper look at her.

Your own desire grew as you took in the beautiful sight in front of you. Joanne sprawled out on your bed in nothing but her lace black set. Her eyes, clouded with need, looked up at you expectantly. You could see the slightest sliver of self consciousness in them, so you immediately voiced your thoughts, letting Joanne know just how stunning you thought she was.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

You whispered reverently, the truth behind your words clear in the way you looked at her, like she was a precious constellation and you wanted to study every single star. You quickly got rid of your dress and crawled on top of her, you didn’t miss how her eyes studied you, as if she was trying to mesmerize every single dip and curve on display.

You kissed her passionately, there was still hunger and need in your kiss, but they were now coated with something softer, gentler, something deeper than simply lust. Your tongue asked for entrance by softly and slowly swiping over Joanne’s bottom lip. She eagerly obliged your request and welcomed your tongue into her mouth, stroking it with her own. The sound of your moans got silenced against each other's lips as you explored Joanne’s mouth.

Your hands began to explore her body, tracing her sides before cupping her breasts, while your knee found its place in between her legs. You pressed it against the damp cloth of her black panties, which made Joanne whine against your mouth as she instinctively began to grind against your knee.

Joanne pulled back, in desperate need of air, while you unclasped her bra, throwing it to the other side of the room, as if the piece of fabric had personally offended you by simply existing. You began kissing her neck once more before making your way down to her collarbone, leaving soft kisses on the marks you had left earlier. You pulled back for a second, wanting to admire the view once more. A soft moan left your lips as you took in how stunning she looked with your marks littered all over her, before you continued your descent.

Your mouth found its way to her boob, lavishing it with soft kisses at first, then deciding to tease the woman underneath you by circling her nipple with your tongue. Your hand gave her other boob similar attention, kneading it softly, before circling her nipple with your fingers, pinching it when it hardened.

Joanne’s moans grew in volume and frequency, your name tumbled freely from her lips, while she continued to grind herself against your knee. Her hands tangled in your hair, pushing you impossibly closer to her. Your lips made their way to her other boob, leaving a small mark in the valley between her boobs as you muttered how incredibly hot she looked like this.

Your lips never got to finish their journey though, because Joanne softly tugged your hair, pulling you away from her and eliciting a whine from you. You looked up at her, searching her eyes, trying to figure out if you’d made her uncomfortable or if she was regretting this. As you were about to ask if she wanted to stop, she admitted ever so softly.

“I’ve never been with a woman before.”

Her voice came out uncharacteristically shy and small, she worried her lip between her teeth and she had trouble maintaining eye contact.

“Do you want to stop?”

You asked softly, not an ounce of judgment or annoyance in your voice. You looked at her with nothing but kindness and a little bit of worry as you gave her a reassuring smile. She shook her head before answering.

“No..I want this… I really do.. I.. I just don’t want to disappoint...”

Your heart ached as you watched the usually confident woman look so fragile. You gently brushed some hair out of her face, looking at her with all the feelings that had been brewing beneath the surface all these months clearly displayed on your face.

“Joanne, you could never disappoint me because I don’t expect anything from you. I simply want to feel you, taste you and have you near me. All I want is to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”

Joanne looked at you with those mesmerising brown eyes filled with gratitude and lust, the worry slowly ebbing away from her features, yet there was still a bit of nervousness present.

“Do you want me to slow down?”

You asked softly, wanting to make sure that you made Joanne’s first time as memorable and as comfortable for her as you possibly could. Your question was met with a chuckle and her answer once again carried that teasing tone, indicating Joanne was starting to feel comfortable once again.

“Baby, if you go any slower I think I may go mad with need.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, you knew Joanne could be a little impatient but you had barely even started yet and she was already complaining about your pace.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your voice came out hoarse and the desire in it was very poorly hidden as your eyes roamed her body, yet there was also a gentleness in your tone that portrayed the feelings you had for her.

“I need your mouth on me.”

Joanne’s words came out hoarse and breathy, her previous faux-confidence seemed to have been replaced with a more real self assuredness, as her bossy side came out once again. Her words were accompanied by a little tug at your hair, as if to make her words even more clear, she was definitely getting comfortable and you loved it.

You had half the mind to make her say please, not wanting to give in too easily, but you knew Joanne too well and you knew how difficult opening up like that must have been for her, so you decided against it and instead complied with her request.

You picked up where you had left off and began to pepper the previously neglected boob with soft kisses, before giving it the same treatment as the other. Your tongue circled her nipple, only this time when the bud hardened, you gently sucked it into your mouth, which caused Joanne to groan loudly. Your hand copied what you had done earlier to her other breast, massaging it gently and pinching her nipple when it hardened.

Once you were satisfied and certain that her boobs had gotten the attention they deserved, you kissed your way down to her belly, alternating between soft kisses and sucking and biting at the skin available to you, leaving a trail of marks before lavishing her stomach with kisses, leaving similar marks all over it.

Your work was rewarded with Joanne moaning loudly and whining your name, your only mission was to draw out as many of those beautiful sounds as you could. Your underwear was ruined, there was nothing on this earth that turned you on more than seeing Joanne like this while she moaned your name.

You continued traveling your way down, placing a soft kiss on top of her clothed mound before kissing her inner thigh. Joanne’s frustrated groan fuelled your desire to tease her even more. So you took your time exploring every inch of her inner thigh with your mouth and tongue before giving the other side the same treatment.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

She basically growled, her frustration clear in her voice and in the way her body tensed underneath you. If you had any more patience left in you, you’d make her wait just a little bit longer, but you could smell Joanne’s desire because of how close you were to her soaked underwear and every fiber of your being needed to taste her.

You pressed the gentlest of kisses on her clothed center before looking up at her with the most innocent look you could muster.

“I’m savouring the way you feel, sound and look, you should never rush when you’re working with art.”

For the second time that night you managed to fluster Joanne, but there was no time to dwell on your little victory, because when you looked down you could see just how wet she was and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Lift up your hips for me, love.”

You whispered with a low and raspy voice, the command gentle yet firm as you carefully tugged at her panties.

Joanne did as you asked and you pulled her panties down her legs, which caused her to gasp, as the air hit her soaked cunt. Once she had been freed from her panties, and they too had been tossed across the room, you took a moment to admire the sight in front of you. You licked your lips, Joanne was dripping wet and it was all because of you.

Your hands softly stroked her thighs as you pressed a gentle kiss against her folds, holding back a moan at her scent and taste. Joanne whined your name and you couldn’t hold back any longer, your tongue darted out and you licked in between her folds, collecting all the wetness there.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

You moaned against her while your hands wrapped around her thighs so you could pull her closer. Joanne’s hips bucked up against you, the sounds and pleas that spilled from her mouth made you dizzy with desire.

Your tongue slowly drew circles around her clit while you looked up at her, taking in every little reaction and committing it to memory. Before she could complain about your pace you began to gently suck on her clit, occasionally flicking it with your tongue.

You could feel her thighs tense around your head, her breathing became more ragged and her moans came in rapid succession. With one last flick you abandoned her clit and licked your way back down her folds before pushing your tongue inside her, this earned you a guttural moan and a particularly desperate whine.

You curled your tongue inside her and began exploring every part of her, any self restraint you had had earlier, had gone completely as your tongue’s movements picked up in pace and intensity. Your hands pulled her down on you even harder, needing her as close to you as possible while you ate her out like you had been starving and she was the first meal you’d had in weeks.

Joanne’s moans increased in pitch, sound and frequency, the only coherent thing that tumbled from her lips was your name as she ground down against your face erratically. Her hands grabbed the sheets beneath her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her walls clenched around your tongue and her thighs began to shake. You could tell she was close, so your mouth continued its ministrations while one of your hands let go of her thighs so your thumb could circle her neglected clit.

And that toppled her over the edge, she came screaming your name, drenching your tongue and chin in her cum, making you moan at her taste. You continued to gently circle her clit while slowly moving your tongue inside her, fucking Joanne through her orgasm.

Once her breathing calmed down a little you stopped circling her clit and licked up every bit of cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

“Baby… sensitive…”

Joanne whined, still out of breath. After pressing one last gentle kiss against her pussy and inner thighs, you began kissing your way back up again. You only got up to Joanne’s belly before she tangled her hands into your hair and pulled you up to kiss her properly. She moaned against your mouth when she tasted herself on your lips, which caused you to chuckle.

“Told you, you taste good.”

Your voice was light and teasing as you mumbled the words against her lips before pulling back a little, just in time to see Joanne roll her eyes at you. You pushed yourself off the bed and made your way to the bathroom but stopped when you heard Joanne’s hoarse voice.

“Where are you going?”

Your lips twitched into a smile when you heard the neediness in her voice, she wanted you close to her and you had to admit that that felt good.

“Just going to grab a towel, I’ll be right back.”

You sent her a reassuring smile before quickly disappearing into the bathroom, grabbing a soft towel, and quickly making your way back to the stunning woman on your bed.

“Open your legs for me, darling.”

You looked up at her expectantly and she only now seemed to realise what was going on. Joanne did as you asked and spread her legs for you. You gently and carefully cleaned up the mess that you had left behind between her legs. She whined softly, still sensitive from earlier and you sent her an apologetic smile.

Once you were finished you discarded the towel and crawled back into bed with Joanne, who instantly clung to you as you laid down next to her. You hadn’t thought she would be the clingy type, but you certainly didn’t mind. You pulled the covers over both of you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“Do you want me to..?”

Her voice was filled with uncertainty as she asked the question, unable to finish the sentence, clearly unsure on what to do in this situation. You shook your head, looking down at her before gently cupping her cheek and making her look up at you. Your voice was tender and caring as you spoke to her.

“Tonight was all about you, I had to thank my knight in shining armour, remember? Besides there is nothing more satisfying to me than getting to watch you unravel beneath me like that.”

For the third time tonight, Joanne blushed, this must be a record, you thought. A smile made its way onto her face, she seemed pleased with your answer.

“Do you want an old shirt of mine to sleep in? I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Joanne thought for a minute as she pulled you closer, turning her head to place a soft kiss against your shoulder, before looking up at you once more.

“I’m okay, I’ve got my personal heater… although this has got to go… it’s just blatantly unfair.”

She said while her pointer finger hooked under the front of your bra and tugged at it ever so slightly. She looked up at you with the cutest puppy eyes you had ever seen, as if you could ever say no to her.

It was your time to roll your eyes as you sat up a little to get rid of your bra. Joanne unashamedly ogled your chest as you discarded your bra.

“Enjoying the view?”

You teased her, your voice playful but she made no effort to look you in the eyes as she nodded before pulling you back down next to her. You pulled her closer to you and she rested her head on your boobs while her arms wrapped around your waist. You gently pressed a kiss to the top of her head while you played with her hair.

You laid there for a moment, in complete silence, simply enjoying each other’s warmth and company. You were about to speak up and ask her if she needed anything else, when you heard soft snores tumbling from her lips.

You chuckled softly and admired her sleeping form for a while. You stopped playing with her hair, your hand found its place on her hip and you closed your eyes. You fell asleep while being held by Joanne as you listened to her deep breathing and snores. Despite the ache between your legs, it was the best sleep you had had in… well ever…actually.

You groaned when the light that streamed in through your window, and past your half closed curtains, woke you up. Still half asleep you felt around for Joanne, you could no longer feel her arms around you, so you expected her to have moved away from you in her sleep. When you found nothing but an empty, cold spot next to you, you reluctantly opened your eyes. You looked around the room but there was no trace of Joanne, it was as if she had never even been there. You shot out of bed and quickly threw on an old t-shirt.

“Joanne?!”

You yelled out into the apartment as you walked out of your bedroom, your voice a little unsteady as your negative thoughts began to plague you, but you received no answer. You walked into the kitchen, past the empty living room, hoping to find her there, making some coffee for herself, but you had no such luck.

No.. surely she wouldn’t have just disappeared without saying anything.. not after last night. You must have missed a note or something in your bedroom. You walked back to your bedroom and looked everywhere but couldn’t find anything. There was no note that gave you any reason or explanation as to why you had woken up alone. Your thoughts began to spiral as you searched for your phone, she must have left you a text, maybe she had gone out to grab some breakfast for the both of you and didn’t want to wake you up.

When you finally found your phone there was not a single text from Joanne and that’s when reality hit you, she had left, just like that, like you had been some sort of one night stand that she regretted the morning after and wanted to leave behind as soon as possible.

No.. no she wouldn’t… any minute now she was going to walk into your apartment and explain why you had woken up in an empty bed…she had to.

You sat down on your bed and waited.. and waited… and waited… you weren’t sure for how long, it felt like an eternity, and with every agonising minute that passed, your hope shrank. After a while it became clear to you that she wouldn’t be walking through that door. You tried to be hopeful.. maybe she had a good reason.. but every reason you found to explain this sudden disappearance, was shut down by a solution in which she could have easily let you know why she wasn’t currently in your bed.

You stared down at your phone.. should you text her? And say what exactly? It was obvious that she didn’t want to talk to you… she had disappeared without as much as leaving you a note or a text… if that wasn’t a clear sign that she wanted to be left alone, then you didn’t know what was.

You crawled back into bed, you couldn’t deal with this right now, so you grabbed your pillow and hugged it tightly as tears streamed down your face. Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest, was consequently smashed into a million pieces, and had then been forcefully pushed back into your chest. This was your own fault, you thought, you shouldn’t have assumed that this meant anything to Joanne… maybe this was just all part of that stupid game of yours. As you cried yourself back to sleep, the only thought that plagued your mind was that you now finally understood the phrase ‘play stupid games, win stupid prizes’.

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My Lady Strong (VI)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

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CW: MDI 18+, toxic relationship, manipulation, mommy issues, bullying, co-dependancy issues, self harm, not beta read.

Fem!oc x dark!Aemond Targeryen

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

A/N sorry its been so long! forgot wehat direction i was going in with this story so going off the few notes i had left about this chapter! might be a few changes ive made from the last few chapters, but hopefully it all makes sense! but this story is gonna get dark and sad!

Aemma had been pacing back and forth for the last hour, nerves clear on her face as her mother and brothers were set to arrive in only a days time.  She hadn’t spoken to her in what had felt like forever, and she had no idea on what too expect. She thought that perhaps she might have done something but thinking back on the countless letters she had written, she could not think of a single thing she could have possibly said. Perhaps taking Aemond’s side at Driftmark, or perhaps refusing to leave his side after the fact. 

She had made her complaint to Aemond, the morning after they had reconnected, he had simply laughed, “oh Aemma, do you really think your mother cares about you? She happily sent you of to wed me the second it was suggested.” He said as he brushed her hair for her, having dismissed her ladies so they could break their fast. “if she cared about you she would have demanded I got to Dragonstone, not you here, she simply wished to be rid of you.”

Aemma looked down, she refused to believe it, her mother had always preached how she was her favourite child, then again, after Driftmark her mother did just send her away, she would have visited her more or asked her to visit if it was true. “Really?” she asked tears in her eyes.

“oh of course” he smirked, “but do not worry dear, soon enough you shall be my wife and she will no longer have to even act as if she cared for you, and you will not have to care for her either.”

She shook her head, and looked up at him, meeting his smirk in the mirror “do you think she loves me still?”

“no” he replied instantly.

A tear fell from her eye “do you love me?” she near begged.

Aemond’s smirk widened, his eyes twinkling, “of course” she turned her head, and he instantly gripped her chin, “and you love me, don’t you?”

“no” she replied. His grip tightened slightly, “I do not know what it is to love Aemond, but perhaps…once we get to know each other more.”

He frowned. “We have known each other our who lives”

“Yes, but these past years we have been distant, I know nothing of you”.

“And whose fault is that” he said stepping away, “was it not for that bastard I would still have my eye! And you would love me!”

She stood up, following him, “how does-“he stopped her, turning around quickly to face her.                     

“Because it does!” he almost whined, “you were mine! And then you were handed to me on a silver platter and yet all you have done is whine about your mother and your stupid brothers!” he took a breath, allowing her an opportunity to speak.

“I begged to stay with you Aemond, I defended you and –“

“And you begged them to stay also!” she looked at him, she had never told him of the conversation with her mother.

“How do you know that?” she asked bewildered. “and what does that have to do with anything?”

“everything!” after what they did to me, to YOU! And you wanted them to stay” he shook his head, “I went to find you, I needed you and you were begging your mother to stay? Do you think I could forgive you?”

“Aemond-“ she was crying now.

“these past years I have grow into the man I knew you wanted, not the silly little boy you grew up with, but the man you need, my mother has been nothing but a mother to you, and yet you still crave that whore and those bastards”

“I’m sorry Aemond. “she said, reaching for his hands, “your right, I am so sorry, I just wanted my muna, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She caressed his hand, “but I didn’t want too lose you or her and yet I lost you both!” she whined, “I needed you too!” she cried, wrapping her arms around his waist.

She needed him. Aemond smiled, “goo. because I am all you will ever and have ever needed.” He said holding her to him, “your mother is here in formality over, and at the end of the week she will be nothing to you, I will be your everything, your husband, your protector, your Aemond.”

“And let me remind you sweet Aemma, that without me you would remain Lady strong, a princesses bastard. And yet you betrayed me, begged for our tormentors to stay and if that had happened do you think I would have been able to devote these past five years to becoming your protector, to become the man you desired?”

She shook her head.

“They were cruel to you, hated you. All because your mother favoured you, do you think they will have changed?”

She shook her head again, and started to think back, growing up all she had ever wanted was to marry Aemond, and have him be her protector and never have to see Jace and Luke again.

She had thought that after Driftmark she would never get that Aemond, he had changed the second that eye was taken from him. He became cold and cruel and there was even whispers he was mad.

“but-“she started to speak, a part of her felt like he had turned into them.

He had tormented her for years and now he seemed to be perfect for her. It didn’t make sense.

“But what?” he asked, suddenly moving closer to her.

“you have been cruel, ignoring me then you started to torment me, sending me the heads of Aemma’s roses, as if you were threatening me.”

He shook his head, “I don’t know what your talking about”

“yes you do!”

“no Aemma, your confused, I sent you Aemma’s roses, to show I was thinking of you , and I never cut there heads of” he laughed, “and I only ignored you as I felt so hurt by what you did”

“i- but you cut of-“ she shook her head, “I-I I’m so confused, Aemond I- perhaps I should ask Cassandra, she has a better memory than me –“

“no Aemma, your just misremembering, you’ve always had trouble with remembering things” he said, “and do you not trust me?” he said sounding sad.

she shook her head, “of course not- I, just I thought you hated me for whatever reason and now I must have thought your acts were of torment and not …love” she said unsure.

“it okay Aemma, I know you struggle and I know you have always had difficulties with things” he said softly, “I was hurt and scared you would hate me too, I should have been more upfront, it is all my fault” he said, pulling her into a hug, “I know you are sorry, and I am too”/

He wasn’t, he loved the look on her face when she opened the box of cut of Aemma’s rose heads, loved the way she was scared, but he also realised years of ignoring her had made him seem untrustworthy, and he feared he made a mistake, he had a new strategy to play. At first he wantec her to be scared and run to him for help, but it seems her ladies and beloved Cassandra had gotten in the way of that plan, and made him the villain.

He supposed he had to get them out of the way.

Since that conversation, Aemond had made sure she did not leave his side.

Saying how he missed her dearly, and realising how much he needed her and pushing her away had hurt him more than it hurt her.

She had felt so badly for him, and before he knew it they were back to their old habits, were she went he went, she would even ask him too choose all her clothes, even serve her dinner.

She forgot how simple life was with Aemond, how happy and easy he made her life.

And Aemond was loving it, he loved getting to control every detail about her, she would dress how he liked, believing it her choice to let him pick, she would follow him everywhere, meaning he no longer had to follow her.

The only problem was that her ladies maids were still in the way. They ere there when she woke, and dressed, giving question stares as he would enter her rooms, whispering in her ear about things Aemma would never reveal.

He wasn’t jealous just angry.

He had been hurt all those years ago and ignored her because he wanted to be better. Become the best possible Aemond, become her protector and a man who would never again loose his eyes to is silly little nephews, and someone who would never let them hurt Aemma again.

And it was blatantly obvious that his ignoring of her head made her annoyingly close to her little friends.

He had hidden letters from her mother the first year, then they came less and less, before stopping altogether. He would allow a few of Aemma’s letters to be sent, not before reading them himself. He wanted her too feel isolated, but that had failed, and now it would be too suspicious for Aemma to receive the letters her mother had sent over the years, especially as he had read them all and hated the love his sister had for her daughter, hated that no matter how hard he wanted to hide it, her mothers return would only pull them apart once more.

So he realised the game of isolation needed to change and to get ride of the Ladies he must earn their trust, so he wooed them, by sitting in at their gatherings and showing undivided devotion to Aemma, there was still the issue of Cassandra Baratheon. She despised him, and he here. She was brash and loud, and Aemma’s best friend. 

He wasn’t jealous, no, not at all. Not jealous of the way she effortless laughed at her jokes or talked to her without having the perplexed and wanted to please look in her eyes that’s she did with him.

He watched the bitterly as they chatted the day away. She seemed to light up around Cassandra, and he hated it.

“Are you nervous about you mother and brothers return?” Cassandra asked, sipping her tea.

“yes, especially my mother” she sighed, stirring her tea “I did receive a letter from my brothers this morning” she reviled, much to  Aemond’s surprise. He had ordered all letters addressed to Aemma be sent to him straight away, how this had escaped him – “I had waited in the ravenry for a reply for my letter, and one had just arrived when I got there.” She reviled, answering what Aemond was wondering.

“what did it say?” Cassandra and Aemond asked simultaneously.

“Luke and Jace were asking about how I am , and saying they were sorry if their actions in our youth  and wish for us to reconnect upon there return.” She replied.

“you will do no such thing” Aemond spoke, standing up.

“And why not?” Cassandra asked, clearly unhappy at Aemond.

“because of how they have always treated her!2

“oh please, they were children!” Cassandra spoke, now standing alongside Aemond, “ they have apologized and wish to know there sister, and from what Aemma has told me, I and my sisters have done far worse to each other than they did to her!”

Aemond scoffed, “please, they were bullies, they locked her in the black cells!”

“they- they what?” Cassandra asked, no looking towards Aemma.

“i- its true they did, but they have apologised incessantly since then.” Aemma said, trying to diffuse the situation, “they are my brothers, and they.. they said sorry”

“You still have nightmares Aemma” Aemond spoke, now moving back to his seat and taking her hands in his.

This perplexed Aemma she had never not once told Aemond of her dreams, especially of that night, he himself had always felt partly responsible for it, having taken so long to find her, and having left her alone that night. “what?” she asked, “I never told you about my dreams…”

Aemond flinched sightly, realising his mistake, and Cassandra herself took on an angry expression, “how do you know of those dreams Prince Aemond?” she asked, moving herself closer to Aemond and Aemma, as if to protect her.

“i- she is to be my wife, I only took a concern when the guards said she would often wake screaming.” He said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“but that still-“ Aemma started, slowly removing her hands from Aemond.

“don’t concern yourself too much Aemma I simply stood guard to ensure you did not try to harm  yourself.”

Aemma flinched, Aemond cant know about that, no one does. Not even her maids. She had always kept her arms covered, he cant know.

Her eyes betrayed her, showing a scared expression, an expression both Aemond and Cassandra took to be scared about hurting herself.

“I – I” she stuttered, “I don’t know what you-“

“don’t worry Aemma, nothing bad happened, and your brothers wont get anywhere near you” Aemond spoke.

Aemma nodded, trying to mask her own fear of Aemond potentially knowing her secret to make it look like she feared her brothers.

Her parents were set to arrive on the morrow, and All Aemma could do was twist and turn. Dreams had been plaguing her. Ever since the black cells she has been getting premonitions, dreams of what was to come, dreams that have come true.

She supposed she was lucky, Helenas dreams caused her to speak in riddles, some even called her mad. When in truth Aemma was the one who was mad. She scratched and bleed as she dreamed, tearing at the skin on her arm. Her hands felt like they were soaked in blood, her nails turned red, as she scratched and teared. She dreamt of herself, she was married with children, but one was dead. She killed him. She must have, blood was on her hands, on her dress her face. Her other children cowered in the corner, flinching away from her.

“a son for a son!” she woke up gasping, the words ringing in her head.

Her bed sheets were stained in her blood, her arms scarred. The wounds from her last dream only just having healed.

She couldn’t help it, it was if her only escaped from her dreams was to harm herself. Perhaps it had been the three years of isolation she had felt so alone, where the dreams controlled her. She would send days and days tuck in the loop. Until one day her mother wrote to her of needing alliances and how her and Alicent had chosen her ladies. Her ladies had saved her, Cassandra specifically. She would wake her up, help her dress, and for once Aemma had a reason to escape her dreams. But then Aemond’s neglect and ignorance of her had turned cruel, calling her “my lady strong”, a name he had only just stopped calling her.

But something haunted her as she paced around her chambers, Aemond’s torment had put a stop to her dreams, the dreams were there was no dancing dragons, or no blood-soaked hands and gowns. Instead the dreams were of dragon snapping dragons neck, storm soaked nights and screams. And then since this week her nightmares have been full of crying, begging and blood. And now this.

It seemed no matter what her life would be full of tears and screams, and death.

“Aemma.” Cassandra said, walking into her chambers, alongside the rest of her ladies, Cerci Lannister, Cerelle Costayne, Margaret Fossway and Rosia Tyrell.

She had not slept since being awoken from her dreams, she had bathed and dressed, applied ointment to her scares, and had proceeded to pace her rooms nonstop.

She was worried, her mother would be here soon, and she had no ideas what she would be like.

She knew nothing of her, and she feared her mother may no longer love her. And well she was nervous about her wedding, and the wedding night. Aemond and Alicent had told her about it in the past week, and she was scared. And she just needed her Muna.

“how are you feeling?” Cersi asked.

“I am nervous” she admitted.

“of course, you will be wed on the morrow, you are bound to be nervous” Margaret added.

“well i-“

“but think, you will get to marry someone who loves you!” Rosia gushed.

“yes you are so lucky!” Cerelle complained, she had received news yesterday of her father engaging her to some man who had been married twice before and she had never met.

“oh Cerelle, he’s old hell probably die before you can wed.” Aemma said nonchalantly, and Cassandra laughed as she watched Aemma gasp at her own words. “sorry, just today the first time I will see my mother and brothers in years. I’m nervous”

Cassandra grabbed her hand, caressing home gently, “it’ll be okay, I’m sure.” She then looked to Cerelle “ and Aemma’s right, he’s what eight and seventy, he could croak at nay moment!” they all laughed, and for the first time that day Aemma’s mind was finally taken of what was to come.

She stood in the courtyard wating for their arrival, alongside her stood alone, Alicent having to have leave only moments ago to take care of something. She had done all her wedding planning with Alicent, she had comforted her when she cried over her mothers lack of care over her wedding, and visiting her despite her countless letters over the years. But Alicent seemed nervous, as if she was waiting for something or scared of something, and even more so when she had to leave.

After a few moments a carriage finally arrived in the courtyard, and her mother was the first to step out.

She wanted to run to her, to hug her and tell her how she had missed her. But her dream, it rang in her head.

“A son for a son” that all she could hear, and a voice in her head told her it was her mother’s fault, that her mother would force her to kill her son. She didn’t want to think it, but her mothers face, her blood soaked hands and a headless child was all she could see.

She made her way slowly walking down the steps the greet them.

“muña, lēkia” she greeted, a smile gracing her face. “welcome home”

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When The World Is Free: Chapter 13 - С'est Lui Que Mon Cœur A Choisi

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: Teen-rated… non-graphic references to sex/sexual situations. ANGST!!!

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl. Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. Beware, this has been coming; things have come to a head with the reader's family and Eloise. Thanks as always to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy!

Aubrey Hall, UK, October 1939

It's a dreary Friday afternoon the following week when the phone rings in the hallway.

After a brief exchange, it appears the call is for you, much to your confusion - no one knows you are here. As you tentatively pick up the receiver from the family butler, the familiar tones of Solène ring out down a crackling line.

“Mon Cherie! Have you quite lost your mind!” her opening is quite abrupt.

“And hello to you too, Solène; I have missed you,” you chuckle.

“Yes, yes…” you can almost hear her dismissive hand wave. “Why did you not yet contact your famille?” 

Your stomach plunges. 

“I- I forgot?” you squeak the truth. 

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind with Benedict; it has honestly felt detached from reality. A parallel universe. And this is you landing back on earth with a resounding bump.

“Well, please call them. I have had too many telegrams and now two phone calls,” she explains. “They are quite worried about you! I had guessed you may be chez les Bridgertons but did not want to say. I’m sure you have beaucoup news to tell them that they need to hear from you pas moi.”

“I will call them,” you promise, even as you feel a pit of dread low in your stomach.

“Please do… now, how is married life?” she teases, and after deflecting with a joke, you spend time catching up. The knot inside you loosens as you exchange pleasantries, handing the phone over to Eloise when she appears at your side, eager to reconnect with her Parisian friend.

—

“I have to call my parents,” you profess a few hours later, watching water streak in rivulets down the French doors, the lake beyond a blur, the pitter-patter sound on the roof above you.

His lips pause on your clavicle, and his hands - warm through your cool silk slip - flex around your waist, but he says nothing.

“Just to let them know I am safe. Solène called earlier; they have been trying to get hold of me,” you explain, burrowing your fingers into his hair, delicately scratching your nails over his scalp.

“What will you tell them?” his question hushed and tentative.

“That part I haven’t decided,” you confess with a sigh. “There is so much to say; I don’t know where to begin…”

“I will be there with you,” he replies emphatically, pushing up to gaze down upon you. “Whatever you decide, I will be there, in support, silent or otherwise.”

His generous sincerity makes your chest bloom, devotion evident in his words.

“Thank you,” you whisper, staring into his hazy eyes, again your confession of love on the tip of your tongue. 

He cups your jaw, and you feel the cool metal of his wedding ring, which he has never once taken off in the four weeks since your marriage. “No need to thank me. You are my wife; it is what I must do.” His use of that word makes your heart leap.

“I hope it isn't only out of duty…” you can't help your insecurity from crossing your lips.

“Of course not,” he assures, eyes soft.

“Thank you, husband,” you whisper back, and something flares on his face, a change rippling over his handsome features. His fingers sink between yours, caging your hands onto the towel underneath you.

“Call me that again,” his voice taking on an odd, gravelly quality.

“H-husband?” you falter, a knit of confusion over your brow.

He growls and surges his hips roughly between your legs, igniting that fire you always feel inside for him.

Oh.

“Husband,” you repeat bolder this time, treating it like a jewel dripping on your tongue.

His lips are hot and insistent on yours, his tongue almost punishing, ravaging your mouth. Before you know it, your clothing is ripped from your body, and you are crying his name, fingers digging into flesh. His hold is possessive, almost feral in the way he takes you, swearing that you hear him grunt the word mine into your neck as you both reach completion.

—

You wait until Eloise visits a local friend the next day to make the dreaded call. It’s a Saturday lunchtime, early morning on the American East Coast, when you pluck up the courage, knowing your parents should be home then. 

The handset feels heavy in your palm as you raise it and dial the operator, giving your parents' number. Benedict hovers beside you, a reassuring presence you want to lean into as each ring echoes heavily in your ear.

“Hello?” 

Just the sound of your mother’s voice causes a flood of emotion through you; you slump onto the hallway bench, Benedict bobbing down to crouch before you, his expression concerned but silent, touching your knee delicately. 

“Hello Mom…” it's probably barely audible.

“My love!!!!!” she exclaims, and you can hear the wash of relief in her voice, the knowledge that her child is safe after weeks of uncertainty. It makes guilt burn even harder behind your ribs. “I'm so happy to hear from you! To hear your voice! Are you safe? Please tell me you are safe!” Parental concern colouring her every word.

“Yes, Mom, I'm safe,” you begin, a tremulant quality to your voice that you are unsuccessfully trying to wish away. “It's… it's a long story, but I ended up in England with Eloise. I'm sure Uncle Robert told you all about her.”

“Indeed he did. Well, I'm so happy you escaped France! I hear an invasion could well be imminent. I was so worried! Let me call your father...” Before you can protest, she is holding the receiver away from her mouth and calling out your Dad’s name. “Oh, and Stanley will be so pleased to hear the good news!!! We must tell him right away! He has been concerned too…”

The mention of your ex-fiance's name raises bile in your throat, and you instinctively reach for Benedict. Lace your hand with his upon your knee—an anchor you need. You don't know what to say about your ex, so you don't respond, hoping your mother will move on quickly in her relief, which, thankfully, she does.

You hear your dad’s familiar voice in the background and bite your lip, nervous that both will be listening.

“So when are you coming home, darling?” She continues after giving your dad an economic explanation. 

“I… I don't know that I can,” you stumble, knowing your lip is darkening under the worry of your incisor tooth.

“Whyever not? Just move up your ticket!” Your dad chimes in.

“I tried that while still in France; unfortunately, the company scammed me. I could not get a ticket to any sailings to America, so, for safety, I came to England with Eloise.”

“You got scammed!” your dad’s huff is indignant.

“Let's focus on what is important, Ron. She is safe,” your mother lectures, placating his ire as you mumble an apology. 

Your downcast eyes lift to meet Benedict’s as they seem to remonstrate between themselves on the other end of the line. His mien is benevolent, his finger swiping rhythmically across the back of your knuckles in a comforting gesture. You know he can hear the voices leaking out of the receiver jammed to your ear, if not the words, then the general tone.

“Well, I'm glad you were able to enter England with a visitor visa. I thought they had been suspended since the war was declared. Your Uncle thought he was among the last to be let in with one…” your dad comments, immediately honing in on what you have been dreading the most.

“I am not here on a tourist visa. Thanks to a wonderful member of Eloise’s family, I have been able to secure residency.” Your fingers grip Benedict hard now.

“What do you mean?” your Dad queries, sounding suspicious.

“In order to escape - which I know, Dad, is the most important thing - I had to make a rather drastic choice…” you try to emphasise the jeopardy before your confession.

“What kind of drastic choice?” he echoes your words slowly, and you can feel their suspicion down the crackling line.

“I had to get married…” your voice is so tiny you almost hope they do not hear. Benedict's other hand lands on top of yours, enveloping yours in his warmth, which makes you look at him so grateful, a glassiness to your eyes. 

There is a moment of shocked silence and then an explosion of indignant words and noises, to the point that you have to pull the handset away from your ear. 

It's alright, it will be alright, Benedict mouths silently, and you can't help but pitch forward and rest your forehead on his. One of his hands touches your cheek gently as you close your eyes, a tear swelling on your lashes.

“I did not plan for this, Mom, Dad,” you cut in, sitting back upright. “But it has happened, and now… I… I need time.”

“Need time for what? You get that marriage annulled right away, young lady, and get yourself back here to marry the man you are promised to!” your mother’s voice shrill and didactic. “You had better hope Stanley understands and forgives this transgression….”

Something about her choice of words lights a fire of outrage inside you. As if your life choices are not your own.

“Transgression?!” you spit back. “I was caught up in a country where war was imminent. I did what I had to to escape to safety. What would you want me to do!? Remain in a possible war zone?”

“How about not flit off to Europe on some ridiculous jaunt in the first place!” she yells back. And in that very moment, you realise how little they ever supported your trip, a plunging sense of familial support being ripped from under you. “We only agreed to this reluctantly as you were so insistent. And now look what you have done?! Possibly ruined your future by marrying god knows who instead of the man you have been due to marry since you were a child, y/n….”

“I married a wonderful man,” you defend instinctively. “He is twenty times the man Stanley could ever be!!” You practically roar, “and I do not regret a single thing. I wish to remain here. With him.” You huff, drawing ragged breaths as finally you look at Benedict again and see the desire writ large on his face. It makes you want to kiss him so much your lips tingle.

Down the phone, your parents are stunned into silence. You knew this news would upset them and how awkward this could be, your family being so intertwined with Stanley’s family, being the son of your father’s business partner. But also, you know you cannot lie and return to life there, even if things with Benedict do not work out. 

“I only knew one way my life could go,” you press on, a frenzy of bubbling emotions bursting from within like hot lava. “Well, I have seen something of the world beyond Long Island, and it has things to offer me that Stanely and Long Island could never. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am not that girl, and even if I were to annul this marriage, I would not wish to marry Stanley. Ever.”

By the end of your somewhat dramatic speech, you are heaving breaths and clinging to Benedict like a liferaft in a tsunami, your whole life as you knew it crumbling around you. But that fire in your belly that you are finally recognising and standing up for what you want, pursuing what you want, not what is expected of you, gives you the strength of your convictions, painful as this moment may be. That and the man kneeling before you—he is a choice you know you would make over and over again. 

“Well, if that is your decision, then I am not sure what else there is to say,” your father intones icily. “Perhaps call us back when you have come to your senses….”

And with that, the line goes dead, and you collapse into Benedict’s arms, weeping bitterly.

—

Something changes after that phone call. Benedict doesn't leave your side, always seeking you out. Perhaps to check on you, somewhat deflated after the emotions had been wrung out of you, but apparently also to spend time together without intimacy. Just to be in your company. You only realise it when you are curled up reading on the sofa, and wordlessly, he takes a seat next to you, pulling your feet into his lap, opening his book with a soft smile. His hands swirl idle patterns over your ankle bone through your stockings as you both sit in quiet relaxation.

At one point, you brush his shoulder gently, almost unable to stop your need to touch him. Then he curls into you, resting on your chest. He chuckles as you rest your book on the back of his head and keep reading. There is no denying it has all the hallmarks of a couple in love, and yet you don’t comment; just accept it with a lightness inside that feels bubbling. 

However, his warmth and weight soon make you drowsy; you are not sure when, but you fall asleep. You suspect he does, too, based on the rude awakening you receive shortly after.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

You startle awake, your book sliding off with a thump to the floor as Benedict seems to do the same, his head rising in shock.

Eloise is standing before you. Mouth hanging open, an utterly stricken and horrified look on her face.

You want to curl up and die. There is no way to deny what has transpired. Your arms are wrapped around his, his head on your breasts. There is no way this pose is anything but intimate - not one either of you might have accidentally slumped into.

“I can explain…” you being, your voice a rough croak from sleep.

But Eloise does not stay around to hear it. She storms out of the room, the door slamming so loud behind her that a row of framed photos rattles against the picture rail. You curse ruefully, kicking yourself for being so cavalier today after weeks of being so careful. The call earlier really throwing you for a loop. Benedict twists to sit up, head slumping into his hands, wiping his palms down his face with a harried expression.

“I suppose it was bound to happen eventually,” he monotones after a pause, but his knee bounces with nervous energy. “She’s going to tell Mother…” he adds, sounding defeated, almost scared. 

And you know you can wait no longer to divulge it.

“Your mother already knows,” you admit quietly, pulling yourself upright to sit beside him.

He swivels with almost comedic speed, his face a picture.

“She approached me a few weeks ago,” you shrug. “I could hardly lie; I’m a terrible liar,” you remind him delicately.

“Mum knows….” his tone disbelieving, mouth agape.

“She said you, her children, are all terrible at hiding things from her,” you elucidate. “And….” You tremble as the words form on your tongue but feel powerless to stop them from spilling out, “… she said she knows when you are in love.”

Again, his head whips to you, and he looks panicked. “She said that?!?”

“Yes…” you look down at your hands wringing nervously in your lap, the ring on your left hand feeling like a weight.

“I… I…” he stumbles, seeming at odds.

And before you know it, he is on his feet, too and has swept out of the room in an apparent hurry.

As the door clicks shut behind him, a dread fills every nook and cranny of your being, suddenly terrified that everything you have come to treasure in the last few weeks has just been ripped violently from under you. 

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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader; Ciel Phantomhive; Elizabeth Midford

Summary: After spending the day with your cousin and his fiance, the night air makes for pleasant company, as does the butler who reveals a dark secret...

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

A/N: not beta read. We die like men. Again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

The day passed without much incident. A wall seemed to have broken down, between you and the butler after your morning rendezvous. Throughout the day, he looked after both your needs and his young master’s as well. You had spent some time with your cousin today as he hadn’t had too much on his schedule like he usually did. Breakfast, luncheon and supper were all had with the boy who kept your mind occupied with discussions on business and society. And Sebastian served you while also making sure to linger longer than necessary by your side, whether it was him pouring wine into your glass, or brushing against you while bringing you your plate. Surreptitious movements that luckily went unnoticed by your young cousin.

Lady Elizabeth joined the two of you for supper. Though she was from your side of the family you had never met the child personally. The girl had a lot of energy. She loved dressing up as was evident from her clothing. You had heard of her mother being a fearsome lady, one who could fight a tiger barehanded and win, but the daughter carried no such resemblance. 

“ –And then, Mother let me make two more dresses to match with the jewellery she bought me!” You had missed the initial conversation but gleaned from the few lines that she had an affinity for fashion and clothing. It was not unlike a lady of her stature. 

“Oh when I was your age, I loved getting new dresses made!” You smiled at her. “After I fell sick the first time, however, I started to dislike it a bit.” It was true. You used to have dresses made by the dozen. The seamstress saw your home more than her own shop! But your repeated illnesses have changed this. Every measurement taken anew showed how your body had changed. Warped into the form of the disease. And standing for the tape was exhausting. You found comfort in the clothing you already owned and preferred to have less made. 

Elizabeth frowned. “Perhaps, Lady Phantomhive, you can come with me and we can have the tailor take your measurements too for a gown. I’m sure your mama and papa wouldn’t mind!” You blushed and shook your head. Perhaps your parents wouldn’t and even if you did have the energy to stand tomorrow, you would have to cover up the innumerable marks Sebastian left on you from your morning's tryst. 

You laughed a nervous chuckle and replied, “Perhaps for the next season, I seem to have plenty of splendid dresses in my armada for the moment…” 

Ciel retired to bed, soon after Elizabeth left to go back home. You sometimes forgot he was only 12 – his mannerisms far beyond his age.  You walked out to the balcony. The garden was painted silver in the moonlight. Despite being quite clumsy, Finnian did a good job of maintaining it you thought to yourself. 

“After all I did today to make sure you didn’t catch a cold, my lady, here you are inviting it yourself.” Sebastian’s voice came from behind, startling you. You turned your head to look as he emerged from the shadows draping a warm cloak over your shoulders. “Would you like to go for a walk my lady?” he asked. Once again, you thought you saw a flash of red in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as you took another glance. You nodded at him. 

Sebastian took your hand and in one swift cat-like movement you found yourself in his arms flying through the air. You clung to his shoulders the night air whipping through your hair and biting at your cheeks. “Sebastian! Where are we going!” But the whistling of the wind drowned out your words. 

When he finally landed, you looked around you, the garden was far, This was a denser shrubbery, almost like the maze Finnian so religiously took care to grow. “Should you be so far from the manor?” You asked him breathless, even though all you had done was be carried from one place to another. “Ciel might call for you or something.”

He shook his head. “You needn’t worry about that, my lady. The young master doesn’t wake till morning – when I wake him and I’m sure the manor will be fine without me for a bit.” 

He smiles, reassuring you, and takes your hand, clasping it in his gloved ones. You begin to walk alongside him, his stride is shorter, making sure you can keep up, even in your bedroom slippers. Soon you come across a gazebo. The butler then invites you to sit and takes a seat beside you. “I do hope this isn’t too forward of me, my lady but I wish to continue where we had left off this morning.” You blush and avoid his gaze. You know that society would never approve of the relationship the two of you had. If anyone ever found out, it would bring shame to you and your family. You would be looked down upon for the longest time. “My lady?” Sebastian inquires after not hearing anything from you.

“Sebastian…” you start. But you don’t know how to form what you are feeling. “I- I-” you stutter. Then sigh. He puts his hand on your cheek and makes you look at him.

“My lady, if you want this to stop—” he begins but is cut off when you place your hand over his mouth.

“Believe me that is not what I want.” You say to him. “You are different Sebastian. I don’t get what you want. Your feelings are not of love. They aren’t for my money. And I feel you lust after me but that doesn’t come out too clearly either. I suppose, in a way, I am confused.” You get up, take a few steps forward and turn to look at him. “I have had men who have come to me for all the things I mentioned before. I have had those who might have actually loved me, those who merely wanted me as another trophy to claim, and even those who have come only to try and gain my hand in marriage but in reality who want to marry my father’s wealth. But you Sebastian, something about you is so different. I suppose it may be because you are the first man I have felt attracted to.” Your following chuckle is hesitant. “I am—afraid of you.”

Sebastian smirks. “Your way of seeing things is so intriguing my lady.” He says. “I can assure you my lady that I am not here for your money. I have no need for the material things that humans treasure so much.” He spits. “As for lusting after you; you have deduced almost correctly, but what I feel for you is more...” You don’t know when he got up, but turning to look you find Sebastian flush against your back. His eyes are red, the same red you tried to convince yourself you hadn't seen, but it was unmistakable. Your eyes widen and you try to take a step back, away from his imposing figure, only to find yourself trapped between him and the gazebo. 

 “You see my lady,” he continues, nose nuzzling against your neck, “Demons and humans have very little in common, but there is one thing we do share; the feeling of lust is very strong in us both. Humans can feel love. All demons can feel though; is lust. But you, you make me feel something different from just lust. Something more—burning. Is it love? I don’t know... I’ve never known that feeling.”

You don’t know what to say anymore. You should be frozen in fear, What did Sebastian mean, saying he was a demon? A murderer? Or a biblical fantasy? His lips were now on your skin, inhaling your scent, and you felt a pool of warmth in your lower belly. “D- demon? What does that even mean?” you falter.

 “What I mean, my lady, is that the only reason I am here is because of a contract I have made with your dear young cousin. You should thank him for our very meeting.” He tells you.

“You mean you’re a demon. Like – from legends and stories?”

“I can assure you. I am no story” he says, planting a searing kiss on your neck. That was all it took to set you on fire. It made sense. The inhuman capabilities. The absolute perfection of his being. He was a demon! “You aren’t running from me my lady?” he asked as you melted under his touch.

“Surely, you jest Sebastian!” You say. Your voice quavers but you stand your ground.

“About what my lady?”

“About this demon nonsense!”

“I never lie to my lady.” He says. “You said yourself, there is something you find different about me.” He kisses you. “I am simply a demon, and a butler.”

***

Since you were tired from being out for so long, Sebastian swiftly carried you back to the mansion and took you to your room where there was a cup of hot chamomile tea waiting for you. He really took everything into account. There is no doubt about it in your mind now. Sebastian had to be a demon. His speed is inhuman. His eyes are reptilian, gleaming in the darkness. And then those teeth that scraped against your neck. Whatever he is, he definitely isn’t human.

As he helps you get ready for bed you realised that you didn’t mind. Sebastian may not have been a human, and he may have been a butler, but the way he made you feel surpassed all of that. “Sebastian…” You turn to him as he undresses you. You take off his coat. “I don’t care what you are.” You take off his vest. His eyes widen, and he stares at you. He can smell your arousal. Here you are half naked before him, taking off his clothes. Telling him you don’t care what he is. You want him. You feel things for him. Your scent drives him wild and he doesn’t even register you undoing his necktie and then his shirt buttons. When you try to take his shirt off and he doesn’t move to allow you to slip it off him, you suddenly think that perhaps he doesn’t want this. “I’m so sorry!” You say. “I thought you wanted this.” Sebastian finally wakes from his stupor and looks at you.

“I do want this. I just can’t believe that someone as beautiful and lovely as you truly wants something as vile and cruel as me.” He says and softly kisses your head. Then without warning he pushes you onto the bed and says, “But, my lady, who gave you the permission to take my clothes off?” He growls. The change in demeanour startles you. 

“Sebas—” you start, but he does not let you finish. In a moment, his lips are upon yours. He swiftly and rips off your underclothes, while still kissing your mouth. His hands glide along the curves of your body and he holds you closer while plunging his tongue into your mouth. 

He has never tasted anything like you before. He cannot fathom how in all the years he has lived he has never tasted anything like you. “I guess it’s something Phantomhives have in common eh? A taste like no other. I could feast on you all day.” He mutters half to himself.

“What–?” you ask breathlessly.

“You taste, sinful.”

He winks at you and pulls his glove off his left hand with his sharp teeth. His nails are black and on the back of his hand is a pentagram inside two circles. The outer, made of pointy diamond shapes. “My contract seal— nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, my lady.” he says, seeing you looking at it. 

Sebastian trails his hand down your stomach. His black tipped fingers enter your folds which are already moist with your arousal. Lowering his head, he nibbles on your neck. You breathe in deeply and wish he would take off his clothes to allow you to see him but he had made it pretty clear who was in charge of the taking off of the clothing. His hand playing around with you down under barely ghosted over your skin. You involuntarily bucked your hips trying to get him to touch you. The move immediately made the demon smirk and say, “Look at you, so eager to be fucked.”

You feel your cheeks heat much like your core. His words are so unexpectedly crude. “Please,” you moan, “please touch me…”

To be continued…

A/N: hahah don't hurt me. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Comments get you kissies.

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Different anon as before, but please tell us about them giving birth! Dan's birthing style vs. Phil's, what you think one would be doing while the other was giving birth, any other thoughts you might have

Let's gooo! It's long af and i wrote this in one go, I'm sorry no beta.

Dan :

I think his pregnancy was meticulously planned. He had been off birth control for a few months, he was eating healthy and taking acid folic pills to make sure his womb was ready for life.

It took only a few tries!

His pregnancy was a bit chaotic because he kept fainting, worrying the hell out of Phil. He stopped exercising in the second trimester and he felt better. His doctor told him not to stay up for longs periods of time.

He got his first contraction before bed. He kept it to himself not to worry Phil, he laboured quietly in bed with Phil snoring next to him. He couldn't sleep so he read articles and watch Youtube videos about birth experiences, so excited to meet his baby. Around 5 in the morning, the pain was getting too hard on him, he could feel pressure on his pelvic floor. He woke Phil up and they called a car to the hospital. His bag had been ready for months now, he grabbed his headset and listened to quiet music.

He had a birthing plan to follow. Nothing went to plan.

His water broke in the car, he cried and appologised to the Uber driver. The pain was too much and he threw up in the car as well. He screamed at Phil that they should have taken an ambulance, Phil reminded him it was Dan's idea.

They left the car in a hurry, Dan dripping onto the hospital floor and they realised they forgot the bag in the car. Dan started crying again as the contraction kept getting closer and harder. The doctor rushed to him with a flock of nurses and midwives. They were very nice to him, Dan kept insulting them for every little thing.

He didn't want pain medication, it wasn't in his plan. Phil kept insiting he should take it and he kept snapping. Phil was supposed to be his pain relief, they had practised acupressure at phome... But now Phil seemed unable to remember where to press, what to hold, it only annoyed Dan further. Phil was getting mad at Dan for snapping at him all the time, Dan kept screaming at everyone that they're incompetent, he tried to leave three times. It was a funny sight to Phil, Dan in a large t-shirt, buttass naked, screaming like a mad man.

The nurses seemed unfased by it all, they kept suggesting an epidural to stop the pain, Dan was too stubborn to accept. He asked everyone to leave him alone. He got on all four and started labouring on his own, Phil in the corner of the room, not allowed to touch him or go near him. A single breath out of place was enough to trigger Dan. The sounds that came out of Dan's mouth could be mistaken for those of a cow, he kept letting out loud moans whenever he could feel a contraction coming.

'My body only gives me pain it can endure'

He kept repeating this outloud like a mantra. Between contractions, he finally asked Phil to hold his hands. The doctor came in and told him he was fully dilated after seven hours of active labour. He should be ready to push as soon as he felt a pressure he couldn't control.

Dan endured one more hour on all fours before finally feeling like he needed to push. He asked for no one around him, he felt each wave, with only a few seconds to rest between them. He pushed each time, listening to the midwives and the doctor until finally, the pressure was gone, the pain was gone. His arms started shaking and he sighed in relief. He waited to hear the baby wail, the seconds were too slow, the midwives were talking about one last push for the placenta and he felt it come out like a big bloodclot.

Finally the baby cried, the doctor gave the birth time. Dan let out a sob at the noise. He turned around and sat on his foam mattress on the floor and saw Phil with a pair of scissors, blood on his glasses and tears in his eyes. Dan removed his shirt and laid down naked. The baby was placed on his chest, a blanket on top of both of them. The doctor told Dan he didn't tear and the baby was healthy.

Phil :

Unplanned birth, Phil was on birth control or so he thought. They decided to keep it anyway. Phil didn't really realise he was pregnant until the end of the first trimester so it was too late for a phabortion, and even late in his second trimester, he didn't really understand what was happening to him. He didn't look up anything about pregnancy until his 7th month.

That's when he started to panic. He hated the way he looked, he couldn't recognise himself in the mirror. Dan was so in love with him and his body (of course his breeding kink was at his full power), he was the one to tell him random fact about being pregnant that Phil didn't care for. He wanted the baby to be here without the pain, the ache, the puking and the crying. At least his hair looked nice, Dan had forbid him to dye or bleach it by fear of hurting the baby.

Dan prepared a nursery, he bought all the expensive baby care stuff, Phil was happy to see him so excited to be a dad but he didn't help, he was very low energy all the time.

Six days after the due date, Phil realised this pregnancy would never end. They appointed an inducing date at the hospital. Phil planned on having the most medicated birth ever, he just wanted the baby.

He was induced at 8 in the morning, the contractions hitting him like a truck. He threw up after the third wave. He asked for an epidural, Dan telling him all the risks like he was a trained midwife. The anaesthesist was late, Phil was growing impatient, the nurses drew him a bath, it didn't help.

Finally the epidural started and he laid on his side, on his phone, scrolling TikTok. Dan told him he needed to be in the right mindset for birth, Phil threatened to make him leave.

Phil spent the whole day laying down, not feeling his legs, asking for a top up when the epidural stopped being effective. The doctor suddenly burst in the room followed by several nurses. They prepared him for surgery. Something was wrong with the baby. Dan was the one asking questions, Phil was too worried to speak. Dan was not allowed in the room.

Phil was awake during the c-section, the doctors and surgeons were saying the baby's heart rate was lowering at an alarming rate. Phil was on the verge of a panic attack, they got him drug to calm his mind and opened him up. They told him he still needed to push, it felt like someone was wrestling with his inside. They got the baby out, Phil heard them walk to the end of the room with it, everyone was awfully quiet. He asked what was happening, but no one replied as he was being stiched back. Phil started crying, the baby was dead because he didn't listened to Dan and had asked for too much drugs.

The midwife finally came to him and put the baby on his chest, his eyes were opened and he was looking at the lights on the ceiling. Phil said hello, and the baby looked at him and started crying. Phil had never known such joy in his life. He was shaking too much to touch his baby, the doctor told him it was the adrenaline. They took the baby away to bring him to Dan for skin-to-skin whilst Phil was recovering from the anaesthesia.

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The ties that bind

Pairing- Dave York x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series Summary-Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He's tasked to find Frankie's, but what happens when he finds you and wants you all to himself?

CW-18+,MDNI, NSFW, Smut,Fluff, shameless flirting, sexual tension, MMF dynamics, MM flirting, oral (f) receiving, unprotected piv, cream pie, aftercare

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A/N- I’m sorry I made you guys wait so long for this but I promise it was worth it. We just have a few chapters left before I say goodbye to these three and I’m glad they finally figured it out.

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Chapter VI

“I know you’ve explained it already but repeat it back to me.” You bite your fingernails as you pace in front of the couch. 

  “Honey I can explain it to you a thousand times, you’re still going to have to hear it from them.” Alicia says after her attempt at calming you down. The story Santi told her sounded so far-fetched you didn’t believe it at first and then you needed to hear it again to be sure.  

  “I just find it hard to believe they would go through such great lengths for me.” You narrowly miss the pillow she throws at your head from her spot on the couch. 

  “I told you about talking down on yourself.” She points a finger at you. “You’re a fucking catch and you have the upper hand so talk to them and see where it goes.” 

  ****

  It sounds easy enough but you weren’t even sure where to begin. You’re just glad your current predicament didn’t seem to be affecting Alicia and Santiago’s relationship. You loved seeing her so happy and told her not to worry about you. You had plenty of time to think since you spent most nights alone while he whisked her off on dates. 

  You were taking your sweet time responding to Dave and Frankie wanting them to squirm a little after what they put you through. You did appreciate their persistence. The daily good morning texts even with no response from you. Flowers overflowing your apartment and the record store. Your boss had stopped by on a rare occasion and raved about how you’d been decorating the place. You wanted to turn down the money he left knowing how expensive flowers were and you didn’t have it in you to even begin to explain where they all came from. 

  After a week and a half they were slowly wearing you down. Frankie sent you his attempt at a selfie while he was in the helicopter in his aviators. He cut off half his face but it still had you weak in the knees. 

  Frankie: image 

  Frankie: just in case you forgot what i look like 

  You wanted to respond so badly but you opted to just like the photo. 

  Dave:image 

  Dave: thinking of you 

  The extreme close up of the hummingbird practically brought tears to your eyes, but that could also be your hormones. You can see the vibrant colors on its back and the blur of its wings as it feeds from a petunia in the park. 

  It was inevitable that you were going to cave, but you wanted it to be on your terms. Over the course of the next week you spoke to both of them separately. You called them and heard both of their stories…the truth this time. As bizarre as the whole thing sounded you were relieved when their explanation matched up and you could tell they were being genuine. You’ve never heard two men apologize so much in your life. 

  Dave had to return home for a few days and Frankie was busy with work so you decided to meet at the end of the week to all talk in person about what you were going to do going forward. 

  ****

  “You’re gonna be late if you keep fussing with it.” Alicia says perched on your dresser as you fidget with the little black dress she let you borrow. As uncomfortable as it was in the beginning, wearing her clothes always brought out another side of you. 

  “I’m just taking a page out of your book.” You point at her in the mirror. “Fashionably late…plus I want them to squirm a little.” 

  She stares at you with an incredulous look on her face. “What have I done to you?” 

  In all honesty she’s given you a boost of confidence that you sorely needed over the years of your friendship. You’ve learned to ask for the things you want and not take no for an answer. You’d spent years being told you weren’t good enough or didn’t fit the part by your step mom and your ex and ultimately the rejection from your dad had you really believing those things were true. 

  Anyone else may have grown tired of constantly reminding you that you deserve to take up space. She never did and would be there every step of the way to prove it to you time and time again. 

  You suppose that’s why she’s such a good fit for Santi. He needed someone to be his match, to challenge him when no one else would. To show him what it was like to laugh again and enjoy the little things. 

  You put the finishing touches on your makeup as she hops down from the dresser. “You call me either way.”

  “Of course.” You wave your phone in front of her face as she crosses her arms. 

  “Just know I’m extremely jealous of you right now.” She trails behind you as you make your way to the front door a little wobbly in your heels. 

  “Nothing to be jealous of…this could all crash and burn in my face.” A sudden wave of fear waves over you at the prospect but you shove that down. 

  “I highly doubt that hon.” She spins you once and places a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She’s leaning precariously in the doorway as you step out into the hallway. 

  “Would you do this?” You ask sheepishly. 

  “In a heartbeat.” The door shuts in your face and you’re left in the quiet. Only the sound of your heels clicking on the ground echo as you head to the elevator. 

  ****

  “If you’re gonna keep fussing with your tie you might as well not wear one.” Dave says as Frankie pulls uncomfortably at the collar of his dress shirt. 

  They’re sitting in the lounge where you all agreed to meet to discuss things and Frankie hasn’t been this nervous since his pilots exam. Dave is the picture of calm as he relaxes back in the blue crushed velvet seat. 

  “Where am I gonna put it?” Frankie aggressively rips the tie from his neck. 

  “Put it in your pocket or something.” Dave bites out as he leans forward to take a sip of his drink. 

  The two of them probably look ridiculous sitting here bickering. It’s been an uncomfortable few minutes since they finished their conversation about how the night could go. 

  Frankie was preparing for you to tell him that you would need to think things over for awhile since they lied to you initially and he didn’t come to you genuinely and say who he was from the beginning. 

  Dave was prepared for you to tell him that you were obviously going to choose your soulmate and that he was a creep for leading you on and basically stalking you in the process. He seems calm on the outside but inside he’s cursing the thought of returning to his lonely life of helping others find what he so desperately missed. 

  Frankie leans forward as he glances at his watch. “We said seven right? It’s been a little while.” He wrings his hands together nervously. “What if she doesn’t show?” 

  Dave swirls the glass in his hand as he looks over at Frankie. “Relax…she’ll be here.” 

  They both turn their heads as the sound of heels on marble floors sound in the room. 

  ****

  It’s serendipitous walking into the hotel lounge where weeks ago you and Alicia tried and failed at finding love. The very same lounge where you both decided that this was it and you were probably going to end up marrying each other and riding off into the sunset. 

  You see them before they see you. 

  Dave is sitting back in the chair, legs spread wide with a glass of amber liquid twirling in his hand. He’s wearing a fitted black suit with his hair combed back. Frankie looks about as nervous as you feel as he leans forward muttering something to Dave. You can’t hear his reply but he looks unbothered. He’s ditched his signature cap and his loose brown curls are styled somewhat to frame his face. He’s got on black slacks and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned a little so you can see a sliver of his tan chest peeking out. If you were a weaker woman you’d forgo any conversation and ask for Dave’s room key right now. 

  It’s the click.click.click of your heels that brings their attention to you as you approach the table. 

  ****

  “Holy shit.” Dave speaks first and for all his practiced effort to keep it cool his resolve quickly crumbles as he sees you approach wearing  something entirely not you but such a welcome surprise. 

  He would tell Frankie to close his mouth if his wasn’t hanging agape at the short silk, black dress. The barely there straps that he could break with his teeth and the front plunging low enough to see your sternum. 

  You’re standing there expectantly and he quickly realizes neither have them have spoken a word since you waltzed up to them. 

  Just as Frankie is about to speak a waiter appears at your side. “Excuse me miss, would you like something to drink?” His eyes linger over you a second too long Dave’s nostrils flare in annoyance. 

  “Gin and tonic with lime please.” You say politely as you sit in the open seat in front of them. Doing your best to cross your ankles to not give them a view you’re not ready for. The dress rides up your thighs as you sit on the soft velvet seat and Frankie’s eyes flit briefly to them as he clears his throat and adjusts in his seat. 

  You’ve barely said a word and you’ve got both men wrapped around your finger. You’re completely unaware of the predicament you’ve been in since your little stunt at the country bar and this is only making it worse. 

  “So I suppose you both have some things to say before I tell you my thoughts.” There’s a slight air of confidence to your tone as you survey both men. 

  Frankie glances at Dave before clearing his throat. “Listen, I'm sure you’re sick of hearing our apologies.” You nod once before letting him continue. “I still have to say I’m sorry for lying to you. I wrongly assumed you would just toss Dave aside.” 

  “Thanks.” Dave responds dryly and you have to suppress your laugh. It’s obvious they’ve formed some sort of connection that hopefully plays into your favor. 

  The waiter returns with your drink trying to gauge whatever interaction is playing out in front of him. You all awkwardly wait until he’s out of ear shot to continue. 

  “Anyways…everything else I told you was the truth. Including the fact that I think I’m falling in love with you.” The last part is rushed out as your eyes go wide. A small part of you thought you might be moving too fast, but the feelings you were developing for both of them were hard to deny. 

  Frankie wishes the floor would swallow him up whole right now. His practiced speech went out the window when he saw you walk in the room. 

  You take a sip of your drink and direct your attention to Dave. 

  “I don’t regret what I did.” Dave states matter of factly as Frankie brings his head up from staring at the floor. Of all the things you expected him to say it certainly wasn’t that. “If I could do it all over again the only thing I would do differently is tell you who I was as soon as Frankie met you.” His voice is low as he leans in a little closer. “Even if you never want to speak to me again, I’m glad I did all those things for you and I never lied when I said I care about you a lot. So much that it scares me.” 

  You finish the rest of your drink and sit back in your seat. This is really starting to feel like an episode of the bachelor and if they don’t accept your proposal you suppose more than one person is going to get hurt. 

  “Well…” You fidget with your hands momentarily as your voice shakes a little. “I appreciate your honesty…even if it’s a little late. I’m relieved to know that you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.” 

  Frankie feels like he can breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t just make a complete fool of himself. 

  “I’m not choosing.” You say with finality and Dave raises an eyebrow at you from across the table. “I don’t think I should have to after what you two put me through. So if you want out, now is your chance.” 

  ****

  You’re all three or four drinks deep, now the only ones in the hotel lounge. You’ve been swapping horrible dating stories and they’ve been swapping some more classified stories that you don’t care to remember for fear of your personal safety. These two unassuming and charming men have seen some things in their lifetime that you would never have imagined. It’s thrilling in a way to know how dangerous they are but when it comes to you they’re inculpable. 

  Neither one budged when you told them you weren’t going to choose and now that you’re sitting here a little more comfortable sharing the loveseat with Frankie as Dave relaxes back in the chair next to you it almost seems like this is how it was supposed to be. 

  Frankie’s strong hands rub small circles along the exposed part of your thigh. “So he calls you hummingbird?” 

  “That was our secret.” You say playfully to Dave as he brushes his fingers along your knuckles. 

  “Well, you share the tattoo with Francisco so I figured I should tell him.” He turns your hand over in his tracing the lines of the tattoo on your wrist. 

  “You don’t have to call me Francisco.” Frankie’s breath is hot on your neck as he’s moved a little closer to you. 

  “What if I want to?” Dave’s voice is anything but innocent as you watch a moment pass between him and Frankie. 

  This could work. 

  Frankie leans in whispering something as his lips brush your ear. He has to resist biting it as he sees the goosebumps raise on your skin at the close contact. Something in the air has shifted throughout the night and he’s done trying to overthink it. 

  “Who’s telling secrets now.” Dave grabs your foot that was trailing up his leg, your heels have been long discarded. His hands start to kneed and rub and you have to stifle a moan at how good it feels. 

  “I was just telling her what hummingbird means in Spanish…so we can have our own little name.” Frankie’s feeling bold as he kisses your neck. “Isn’t that right?” 

  You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the sensation of both of their hands on you but a pleasant buzz is running through your body. 

  A throat clears behind you and you lean your head back against Frankie as you lock eyes with the waiter. He looks a little annoyed but straightens up Dave and Frankie put their attention on him. 

  “The lounge is closing for the night so-“

  “Charge it to my room please. Dave York, Capri Penthouse suite.” Dave cuts him off and he’s gone before he could finish his sentence. 

  It’s quiet for a moment as you wait to see who’s going to speak first. You definitely don’t want the night to end yet but you have no idea where their heads are at. You exhale and look them dead in the eyes before you lose the courage to say what you’ve been wanting since they both walked into your lives. 

“I want you both.” They nod at each other but you’re certain they don’t interpret your true meaning. 

“We’re yours.” Dave says genuinely as he looks at Frankie. 

“Tonight.” It’s not a question, more of a statement as they both look at you wide eyed. Frankie tenses behind you and Dave’s shocked expression has you a little worried. It’s bold and so unlike you, you’re sick of doing the predictable thing. You want them and they clearly want you so these are your terms. 

Dave slides forward in his chair. “You’ve been drinking…” he whispers as if you’re not the only ones left in the lounge. “We don’t want to take advantage.” He emphasizes we….assuming Frankie feels the same and he nods at him. 

“We’ve all been drinking… and I made up my mind last night.” You gather your purse in your hand and start to stand. “Unless you don’t want to and we can discuss this at a later…”

“No.” “No.” You have to chuckle at their sudden enthusiasm. 

Frankie’s mind already starts to wander to all the things they could do to you. Things they could show you. All the ways he could make you come apart. Two hands are better than one and four hands….

It’s a little shocking to Dave that this scenario had never crossed his mind but it’s clear neither of them were about to let this opportunity pass them by, if even for one night. 

“I’ll give you two a moment to talk, I need to make a phone call.” You walk just out of ear shot to call Alicia who is no doubt picking up on the first ring.

****

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” You can hear her sigh and probably shaking her head on the other end of the line. 

“Clothes!…that’s what you’re worried about right now? I will bring you a change of clothes in the morning if you manage to pull this off.” 

You’re standing at the edge of the lounge door, not wanting to turn around and see whatever heated conversation could be going on behind you. 

“I’m mostly stalling, and mentally preparing myself to call a ride home in case they think this is crazy.” This is crazy right, how was this the next logical step in your brain. It all sounded right bouncing around in your head throughout the week and now your nerves seem to be getting the best of you. 

“Deep breaths…I doubt anyone with two eyes would turn down and offer like this.” Alicia mumbles something incoherent on the other end but you can take a guess as to what she may have said. 

You duck your head as some loud guests enter the lobby heading back to their room after a night on the town. You don’t know why you’re shying away, it’s not as if they could possibly know what’s going on behind you. 

****

“You said this would go one of two ways.” Frankie says as he fidgets with the label on his empty beer. 

“I know what I said…it’s just of course I didn’t expect…do you not want-“ Dave’s brief moment of clarity cuts through the sexual tension. Not even realizing what he’s asking of Frankie who’s already given up so much. 

“No, of course I want this.” His voice is sure and it’s the first time he actually says out loud the thing he’s been thinking since that first day in the coffee shop when he met Dave. Nothing in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined him here in this exact scenario. 

They’re both quiet for a moment, a little hesitant after admitting something that most men wouldn’t be brave enough to counter. It feels like that moment when you’re lucid and you don’t want to wake up because the dream is just too good. The lights in the lounge are perfectly dim casting a shadow along the walls. You’re standing there against the doorway, looking adorable and exposed in your shirt black dress and your heels haphazardly buckled because you didn’t want to walk barefoot away from the proposition you just dropped in their waiting laps. 

“Have you ever?” Dave asks timidly no ridicule evident in his tone. 

“Yes, but I didn’t care about them this way.” Once or twice when he was stationed overseas because Pope wrangled him into it, long before he was married. “I doubt she ever has.” 

Dave surveys you for a moment as you chance a look over your shoulder. “There’s no need to rush this, if this isn’t going to be the only time. I think it’s fair if you take the lead.” 

Frankie should be nervous or anxious at the prospect of your first time together being watched by Dave. There’s something else drumming below the surface as his voyeuristic tendencies start to rear  their head. Frankie adjusts himself trying to hide his excitement as Dave’s eyes linger too long on him. 

****

You’re glad you walked away to give you and them a moment to collect yourselves. You didn’t want to be present for any uncomfortable conversation if either of them decided this was just too much.

You can see it in their eyes as you approach, it’s clear what decision they’ve made. 

“So boys…are we doing this?” 

Frankie stands and takes your hand in his as Dave slides the room key out of his pocket. “Baby…we’re all yours.”

****

“You wore this to talk?” Dave’s fingers lift the strap of your lace bra as he slides down, brushing his thumb across your nipple through the soft fabric. 

“What can I say? I like to be prepared.” You bite your lip as small goosebumps raise across your skin. 

Frankie has to shake his head at the sentiment. The act you put on is not as innocent as he previously thought. Maybe your friend gave you a little push in the right direction. 

He’ll have to thank her later when she doesn’t want to kill him. 

Both of them standing in front of you, patiently waiting for your next move has you feeling a little exposed. 

Dave can sense some hesitation from you, you’re staring anywhere but at them as your hand covers your stomach. 

His hand cups your face, as he brushes his thumb across your jaw. “We don’t have to do this hummingbird.” You can see it in his eyes, how deeply he cares for you in that moment. 

“No, I want to…it’s just. I’ve never done this before.” You gesture between the two men and laugh a little. 

They both hold such serious faces then, not wanting to make a joke of your vulnerability. You are opening this part of yourself to both of them. 

Dave leans in, his lips brushing yours as you melt into the kiss. He turns your jaw slightly and Frankie is at your side, his large palm replacing yours across your stomach and then caressing your hip. 

His forehead meets yours for a moment, just breathing you in before he dives in for a kiss.  It’s like shockwaves whenever you touch him, the feeling skates down your spine into your toes and you’re leaning into his touch. 

Dave presses you impossibly closer, the growing bulge in his pants pressed against your back and the added pressure of his hand kneading your breast. You reach your hand back, reveling in the way Dave moans into your ear as you palm his cock through his jeans. The other hand tangled in Frankie’s hair as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“We’re gonna take real good care of you baby, aren’t we Dave?” His breath ghosts over your lips in a whisper. 

Dave just hums in response, he’s letting Frankie take the control. He wants him to have this with you. He’s already been given the world, now's not the time to get greedy. 

“Lay down on the bed.” Frankie hooks his finger around you, making quick work of your bra before he lets you go. 

You haven’t been this exposed for anyone since your ex and he used to look at you in disgust, all the tattoos that weren’t his. 

They’re staring at you now like a painting in a museum. It almost takes your breath away at the thought of him finally seeing his artwork adorned on the body meant solely for him. 

“Jesus…you’re beautiful.” Frankie half whispers to himself as you sit on the edge of the bed, gesturing to their clothes. 

They almost mirror each other as they strip their dress shirts and slacks. You’re practically salivating at the two of them stripped down to their matching black boxers and tan bodies. Dave looks over to Frankie and whistles and you can see the red flush creep up his neck. It’s a relief to know you weren’t the only one this nervous. 

Frankie nods his head and Dave takes the spot behind you against the pillows. He crooks a finger at you to join him and you crawl over settling in the spot between his legs. You lay your body back against him and you can feel his hard cock through his boxers as he adjusts to get you more comfortable. 

“We’ll go slow…this time.” Frankie says as he crawls on the bed, fitting his broad shoulders between your legs. His fingers hook into the lace of your panties as he slowly slides them down your legs. His eyes are dark as he sets them on his prize and you swear you see him lick his lips. 

Your ex would go down on you occasionally but you could tell he was unsure of himself and so you never really could enjoy it. 

Frankie takes his time as he kisses at your stomach and nips at your thigh. Dave’s strong hands knead your breast and you giggle a little as he whispers in your ear that he knows you’re ticklish. The laughter dies in your throat as Frankie licks a stripe through your slit. His groan reverberates through you as you let out a soft whimper. Your senses are on overdrive as Dave’s hands work your body and Frankie’s mouth devours you whole. 

Frankie doesn’t care that he has to share with the way you’re looking at him and the sweet noises you’re making he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. You cry out his name as your hands tug on his curls. He’ll do anything to have you say his name a thousand times over while his face is buried between your thighs. “Fuck…Frankie I’m gonna come.” You pant out between breaths. 

“Come for me hermosa, I want to hear you.” He dips two fingers into your pussy as his tongue works circles around your clit. 

Dave’s not sure how he thought tonight would go. He hoped you would forgive them both and maybe find a way for everyone to get what they want. He didn’t expect to have you splayed out in front of him while Frankie takes you apart. 

He’s always thought himself confident in the bedroom but he may have to ask Frankie what exactly he’s doing to elicit these noises. His cock twitches at every moan and whimper as you squirm against him. 

You arch your back into him and whine, he can tell you’re close the way your whole body shakes. 

“I’ve got you baby, you can let go.”

It has to be Dave in your ear because Frankie hasn’t come up for air. You can feel the coil tighten inside as your fingers grip his hair. He growls as you pull him closer. 

He’s missed this feeling, the craving for someone so bad you can feel it in your gut. 

He can taste it on his tongue, the moment you break and cry out his name. Your voice is hoarse and he’s barely had his fill of you. 

He looks up from between your thighs and locks eyes with Dave. Your chest is heaving as he holds you close trying to calm your breathing. there isn’t an ounce of regret in the way he’s looking at you both. Like this is exactly what’s been missing from his life. 

Frankie rubs his hands down your body, slowly bringing you back to him. He kisses that crease of soft skin before he raises up and captures your lips in his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “Don’t you taste so good?” He rasps against your lips. 

“Mhm.” Is all you can manage as Frankie squeezes your thigh, dimpling your skin between his fingers. 

“I think Dave wants a taste.” Frankie nudges you back as Dave moves down beside you. 

You can feel Frankie take the spot on the other side as Dave takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Gently holding you there while you catch your breath. When he presses his lips to yours it’s softer than you would imagine. The hard set line of his jaw and his intense stare don’t let on to the tender touch of his hand. 

His hand drifts from your chin to cup the back of your head further deepening the kiss as you both moan at the sensation. He’s achingly hard against your stomach as he rolls his hips into you, pulling you impossibly closer. 

You reach down and palm him through his boxers but he carefully grabs your hand pulling it up to his lips, placing a kiss to your palm. “Not tonight hummingbird.” You tense up at the slight rejection but he’s quick to assure you. “You’ve already made me the happiest man alive, I can be patient and wait my turn.” He looks over your shoulder to Frankie with some unspoken words as they effortlessly roll you to face him. 

Frankie’s hair is a wild mess as you reach over and run your fingers through it. “Sorry about this.” 

Dave laughs as he presses his lips to your shoulder. “I don’t know, I kinda like it.” 

If there was a competition on who could make Frankie blush, Dave would be winning by a landslide. 

Frankie suddenly looks a little shy. “We can stop now, if you want too.” 

“No Frankie…I need you.” You surge forward and kiss him as you feel two fingers dip into your entrance. A small gasp leaves your lips as Dave works your open. Frankie’s pulling his boxers down in one swift movement as you try not to balk at the sheer size of him. 

“I’m gonna go slow okay?” His breath fans across your face as you nod. Dave groans behind you as he pulls his fingers out dragging them slowly up and circling your clit. You whine and drop your head back on his shoulder as he lifts your leg over Frankie’s hip. 

You only let the two of them talk briefly about tonight and yet it’s like they’ve mapped it out for weeks. They have the blueprint to your body’s every need and they work together like they’ve studied you for years. You’re not afraid to call it what it is anymore…it feels even more than love to you the way you all fit within each other. Dave at your back and Frankie at your front, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. 

Frankie reaches between you to grip his cock, sliding the tip between your lips as you shudder. He pushes in slowly, experimentally rolling his hips as you grip his shoulders. Dave is nearly silent behind you as he places his hand along your abdomen, feeling the way you breathe. You grit your teeth at the slight pain that gives way to pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt. You wait there a moment, your foreheads pressed together as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Frankie please…” A stray tear rolls down your face as the sensation takes over your body. The feeling of Frankie’s cock inside you has you clenching around him.

“Fuck me…” Frankie hisses and Dave has to chuckle at the sentiment of you fucking him. “You’re so tight baby.” 

Frankie starts a slow agonizing pace and you can feel every ridge and vein as he drags his cock in and out, his eyes flit down to where you’re connected so he can watch the way your pussy takes him so well. He’s not going to last the way you feel right now and the way Dave’s looking at him. You bury your head into his neck, crying out his name as he picks up the pace, his grip tightens on your hips as Dave squeezes your stomach making Frankie jerk his head up to him. 

He can feel him and he knows it, your legs pull him in further as you match his thrusts and he finally locks eyes with Dave. He can see it in his eyes and he hopes he’s not wrong as Frankie leans in kissing him feverishly. He’s dizzy with the scent of you and Dave on his tongue. 

“Oh fuck Frankie.” You’re shaking as you whine into his neck. 

“You gonna come for me?” Dave’s voice cuts through the moans and sharp breaths and Frankie doesn’t know who he means but he’s dangerously close. 

Dave’s hand trails down from your stomach to rub your clit, his hand is pressed between your bodies and Frankie bites down on his lip to keep from coming right then, he wants to wait for you. He has too. 

It’s delirium having them all over you, inside you. You open your mouth as a silent scream leaves it, Frankie’s lips are on yours breathing it in as you come apart in his arms. You can feel his hips stuttering as Dave grips his arm. “Mierda, díme.” 

“English Francisco.” Dave grits out behind you. 

“Come inside me please…” Frankie groans as he pulses hot ropes of cum inside your pussy as you flutter with the aftershocks. You can feel a warm wet spot on your back as you cling to Frankie, his cock still pulsing inside you as you whimper at the overstimulation. 

It takes you all a minute to come down from your high and Dave rolls out of the king size bed to the en-suite bathroom. Frankie’s kissing your sweat soaked forehead as you rub circles on his back, still tangled up in him. 

“Okay lovebirds, I need to clean you up.” Dave says as he dips onto the side of the bed, wiping your back carefully with a warm washcloth. You glance at him over your shoulder as he blushes. “Not a word.” You laugh and mock zipping your lips. 

There’s a moment after he’s done where you’re unsure where to go from here. You can tell Frankie feels the same as he sits on the edge of the bed. 

Dave clears his throat as he takes his spot on the other side of you. “Generally speaking people sleep under the covers.” He pulls them back as you and Frankie deflate, his relieved smile etched across his face. It feels right between them, maybe a little hot at the moment but you know it’s where you’re supposed to be. 

You nestle in between the two of them as your eyes start to drift off to sleep. 

“Hermosa?” Frankie’s sleepy voice sounds from behind you. “You speak Spanish?” 

“In a pinch.” 

Dave snorts into the pillow as you both burst out into laughter. Ya this feels right

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Withering Astilbe

Summary: For Ember Claire, her relationship with Sylus is just the way the cookie crumbles but how will she handle going back to the Philippines with a child of the man that forgot her?

Relationship: Sylus Qin | Qin Che | MC (Ember Claire)

Additional Tags: Angst, Main Character Accident, Alternate Universe, Tinaguan ng anak, Not Beta Read

Language: English, Filipino (and Ilokano)

Word Count: 3.5k

┏━°⌜ Chapter I ⌟°━┓

“We’re very sorry sweetheart, but your presence is needed here. We really tried. We took every measure that was necessary to not bring you back home.”

I knew this day would come sooner or later. After all, there is no escaping from Sylus Qin. It’s crazy to think that maybe he’s either desperate to make me set foot in the Philippines.

Although, reality is far from that.

I cleared my throat and let out a shaky breath before mustering up the courage to reply.

“I understand, mama. I’ll take the next available flight back home po.”

“We can send the jet for you-“ It felt like air was cut off from my lungs.

“I’ll be fine po ma, but thank you for the offer.”

“Alright then dear, but please, if you need anything and I mean anything. Don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?” My hands were starting to shake as I looked up towards the ceiling.

“Okay, ma.”

“Have a safe flight, my love, we’ll see you soon.”

I nodded my head as if she could see me and ended the call. I tightly clutched my necklace.

It has been five years, Ember Claire, get it together. I don’t have the luxury to breakdown right now or ever.

Fuck.

I can’t breathe.

My chest is tightening and my breathing is growing faster by the second.

“Baket ko, breathe for me.” [“My wife, breathe for me.”]

I quickly shook my head, Why did I have to remember that distant memory right now?

Just when I’m on the verge of a panic attack, my phone rings again. I stared at my phone for a few seconds before grabbing it with a shaky hand. I didn’t bother looking at the contact name.

“Rinig ko magkaka-emergency board meeting daw ang Onychinus Group, beh. Baka naman sumipot ka na this time?” I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned my head on the seat’s cushion. I caught wind of that news minutes ago from mom and the twins, as expected, Tara called.

“Hanggang kailan ka ba mananatili d’yan sa Japan ha? You’ve been gone long enough, Em. We both know you can’t keep getting away with not attending the board meetings. You were just lucky enough that he who shall not be mentioned and the board members let you off the hook. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to skip this one.”

“I gathered that, Tara. Don’t worry, I already booked a flight.” Biglang natahimik si Tara. Which happens once in a blue moon.

“Ang bilis kausap? What made you change your mind, Em?”

I tightly held on the pendant of my necklace before answering. Trying my goddamn best to ignore the lump on my throat and to not let her hear my voice breaking.

“What’s there to lose, Tara? It’s not like he’s going to remember me anyway.”

Four hours and forty nine minutes later, I’m walking on the floors of the same building I told myself that I’ll never set foot in again but life has its ways huh?

I expected the stares. After all, it has been five years since I ever showed my face here. I kept a straight face despite the whispers and stares directed towards me as I quickened my steps. I forced out a breath as I pushed the doors of the conference room open and noticed that there was only one seat left. I walked towards my seat. The same damn seat, like I never fucking left.

“I apologize for keeping everyone waiting.”

I avoided everyone’s eyes as I sat down on the executive chair. I just need to get through this damn meeting. I have to keep myself calm despite the fixated gaze from him.

“No need to fret, dear. Now, shall we start the meeting?” I nodded alongside the other board of directors and diverted my attention towards the screen at the other end of the table.

“Currently there are rumors floating around that one of our competitors is eyeing to buy out the majority of shares of other board members.” Mrs. Qin’s executive secretary revealed articles on the screen. Everyone seated at the table remained quiet. I stole a glance at Onychinus Group’s Chairwoman, Sylvia Qin, his mother. Despite the news, she held a powerful gaze towards the screen. She straightened her back and cleared her throat.

“While I have the utmost respect and loyalty for everyone present here, I’m afraid that I would need everyone’s cooperation if we want this to stay as a rumor. I am hoping that my point comes across to everyone.”

“If cooperation is what we’re talking about here then why don’t we question, Mrs. Claire, here who has been fucking absent for five years but still remains to be a major shareholder and part of the board of directors at that!”

I would’ve been fine with whatever he said but him saying missus might make my situation more difficult.

“Don’t you dare speak to her that way!” Luke, who is beside me, furiously stood up and pointed at one of the members of the board.

Fuck.

This is escalating too much, too obvious.

“Luke, sit down and breathe. It’s fine.” Luke whipped his head to look at me with furrowed brows. I shook my head as Kieran pulled him down to sit.

“I understand everyone’s sentiments and while I have been physically absent in this company, I continued my work behind the scenes. The Chairwoman and Vice Chairman are very much aware of that and I would like to think that if they didn’t see my value in this company, they would’ve removed me from the board of directors with no hesitation. Rest assured that my shares will stay with me, if I deemed my shares to be of no use to me then I would’ve sold them years ago.”

“That being said, I wouldn’t tolerate such words in this company next time. If there isn’t anything else left to say then this meeting is adjourned.” Everyone nodded their heads towards Mrs. Sylvia as they began to head out the conference room, until only him, his parents, the twins, and I remained.

I got up from my seat to leave.

“Some vacation you took, Mrs. Claire, is it? What? You were so busy with your husband that you never bothered to grace us with your presence?”

“Sylus Qin! Where are your manners?” I never heard mom raise her voice like that before. I remained unfazed as I looked straight into his ruby eyes.

“My personal life is nothing of your concern, Mr. Qin.”

“Hah! Not my concern? Then care to explain to me this, Mrs. Ember Claire, sino ka ba? Bakit ang lakas ng kapit mo dito sa pamilya ko? Then what? After this you’re going to leave your position in this company for another five years?” I clenched my fist behind the table.

Breathe, Em.

Breathe.

“I’ll stay as long as Onychinus Group needs me, Mr. Qin, but I don’t see the need to explain that to you.”

“It just boggles my mind for years. How they seem to never bat an eye in regard to you. This is a family owned business so unless pinakasalan mo nang patago ang isa sa mga kapatid ko, you shouldn’t be part of the board of directors.”

“We’ve only met today, Mr. Qin, so I don’t see why I have to explain my whole history to you. Whether you like it or not, I am part of this company.” Before he could utter another word, the conference room doors opened and my breath hitched.

“Mommaaa!”

No.

No!

Sola came running towards me. She hugged my leg as I kneeled down to her height.

“Em! I’m so sorry! I was grabbing a drink for both of us when she suddenly bolted.” I let out a sigh as I carried Sola, trying my best to cover her from his gaze as much as possible.

“It’s alright, Zayne.” I gave him a small smile as I turned towards mom and dad.

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Qin, but I have to head out.” I can see their emotional gaze towards Sola but this isn’t the time nor the place for me to introduce her to them.

“We understand, dear. Go on, we won’t keep you.” I held the back of Sola’s head as I headed towards Zayne who was already by the door. I quickened my steps carefully as I’m carrying Sola. My heart is beating too fast. I only felt relief when we were already in the car, heading away from that damned building.

Sylus shook his head as he placed both his hands inside the pockets of his slacks.

My gaze remained at the door for a few seconds after she just left.

That kid. Why did she feel so familiar?

I sighed and leaned my back on the conference table. Why is everything about that woman so puzzling yet oddly familiar?

Who is she really? and why did I get a weird feeling when I saw her with that man?

“I know how you feel towards her but we didn’t raise you to be like that towards anyone, Sy.” I was already expecting this from mama.

“But can’t you understand where I am coming from, ma? Ember Claire is an anomaly in my life. I just don’t understand why you all act like this towards her?”

“While be that as it may, the way you treated her wasn’t right. You know that, Sylus.”

I knew I was in deep shit if Papa also chimed in. I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling. My parents have always been my voice of reason but anything regarding Claire, makes me feel like I’ve been pushed to a dead end.

“I know, ma, pa, I’m sorry.”

“You know that apology isn’t supposed to be directed sa amin ng papa mo.”

“Yes, I’ll apologize to her when she comes by, ma, pa. If there isn’t anything else, I’ll be heading back to my office.” Mama nodded so I gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving the conference room. Not long after, Luke and Kieran tailed behind me.

“Kuya, are you mad at her perhaps?” Kieran was the one who broke the silence surrounding us.

“If it matters, single pa rin kami, kuya.”

“Tsk.” I shook my head after hearing Luke’s remark. I need to know what that woman has against my family to hold this much power in the Onychinus Group.

After their kids left the conference room, Sylvia let out a heavy sigh and placed her palms tirelessly on the table.

“Am I still doing the right thing, darling?”

“I never doubted you for even a millisecond, Sylvia. You know I’d stand by you even how fucked your decision would be.”

“haha! oh well, somehow and in some crazy way by fate, our son made things easier for me.”

“You’re still in your prime, darling, but why do you already sound like you’re retiring.”

“Loko! I meant that the chess pieces are finally moving. Em is the next in line for the position of Chairwoman of the Onychinus Group and now that she’s back home, despite the circumstances with our son, we’re heading in the right direction, darling.”

I carried a sleeping Sola as Zayne held the door to their home.

“You still remember your room here?”

“Oo naman, Zayne, ‘no. Higa ko lang ‘tong si Sola, ha?”

“Actually, I’ll do that. So, why don’t you head to the breakfast bar to rest?” I gave Zayne a pixelated look but handed him my daughter anyways. He winked before heading up with Sola.

Hay, bakit kaya wala pa silang anak?

As I turned to head to the breakfast bar, I let out a loud shriek as loud poppers went off.

“Surpriiiise!” There she was, my best friend with open arms, like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. Either way, I ran towards her to give her a long hug.

“Baliw ka ba?! Paano kung atakihin ako sa puso sa pa surprise mo?!” Tumawa lang ang loka.

“Huwag mo nga ako masyado patawanin!”

“At bakit-“ That’s when I noticed her baby bump while hugging her.

Wait.

Baby bump?!

Oh my god!

“Cassie Li?! Bakit hindi mo sinabi sa akin?!”

“Sus! Kung sinabi ko ba sa’yo, uuwi ka ba?”

“Oo naman ‘no! Teka nga doon muna tayo sa couch at huwag dito sa high chair. Delikado na sa baby ‘no.”

“Babies, actually.”

“Bakla ka ng taon! Worth it naman pala ang tagal niyo maka-buo kung tatlo agad- aray!” Maka hampas naman ‘tong si buntis!

“In fairness kay Zayne ha! Lakas ng swimmers niya- Maawa ka naman sa braso ko, te! Pasalamat ka talaga at dala mo mga inaanak ko.”

“You know, I’m not even going to ask how you’re feeling because I already know but, Em, what are you going to do now?” I bit my lower lip out of anxiety. One thing’s for sure…

“I’ll keep my daughter away from Sylus Qin, no matter the cost.”

“No offense, bff ha? but don’t you think Sylus deserves to know that he has a daughter too?”

“Oo nga maka ‘my daughter’ ka naman ginawa mo mag-isa, gurl?” We both immediately turned our heads to the one who spoke. I abruptly stood up when I saw who the person was.

“Taraaa!” She chuckled and opened her arms as I ran towards her to give her a very tight hug.

“Tama na! Hindi porket hindi mo mayakap ng mahigpit si buntis ay ipapasa mo na sa akin!”

“Sorry ha! Bawal ka ba ma-miss? Porket may Greyson ka na- Aray! Kanina pa kayo maka hampas wagas ah!”

“Don’t say bad words kasi, Em!”

“Nye nye nye.”

“Hoy, ate ko! Bakit ka may dalang bote e halatang bondat ako oh?”

“Itong Cassie Mondragon na ‘to alangan non-alcoholic ‘yung dala ko kaya umupo ka na sa tabi niyang si jontis at kukuha lang ako ng champagne glasses.”

I smiled as I looked at Tara quickly making her way to the kitchen to grab us glasses. Somehow, despite how fucked up my situation is back here in the Philippines, they’re giving me the normalcy that I’ve been craving for in Japan.

“Hey, piso for your thoughts?” I let out a weak laugh. She held my hand as I tried my best to give her a smile. While Tara quietly set the champagne and glasses down and initiated a group hug as my body started to shake. I tightly held onto them as I screamed and finally broke down.

September 16

Five years ago.

The phone rang once until Sylus answered my call.

“Miss mo na ako agad, baket ko?” [My wife]

I rolled my eyes at his question.

“Alam mo ang workaholic mo. Nakalimutan mo na ba kung anong araw ngayon, mister ha?”

“Of course not! It’s our anniversary ‘no! That’s why I’m already on my way to start my big bike, sweetie.”

“Haaay! Alright but you don’t have to hurry hm? Hindi naman ako aalis dito sa manor, silly! Drive safe, promise?”

“I promise, baket ko. I’m on my way. I love love love you!” He even sent kisses through the phone. Gosh, this man!

“I love you sobra, Mr. Sylus Qin!” I smiled as I ended the call.

Without any clue in my mind that the call would be the last time I’ll ever hear his voice.

Sylus got into a bad collision on his way home. He survived but he’s in a coma because of a wound on his head.

I remember that day like it was just yesterday.

It was exactly 3 weeks when his Neuro doctor told us the most devastating news I ever heard.

Sylus regained consciousness earlier for less than 3 minutes before he had to be sedated.

He didn’t recognize me. He didn’t even utter a word. He just gave me a look like I was some stranger to him.

My husband.

My husband whom I love dearly with all my heart, he’s the biggest organ in my life that pushes me to keep on fighting, doesn’t remember who I am like I’ve been forcefully and completely ripped off from his life.

“This is the CT scans of his brain. This is his brain activity while unconscious and this is when he regained consciousness and… saw you, Mrs. Claire. It rarely happens but with your husband’s case, trying to remember you or the past you shared, could be life threatening… I deeply apologize, Mrs. Claire, but there’s nothing we could do.”

“So you’re telling me that I should just accept this reality? The idea that in my husband’s head, I am nothing but a forgotten memory?”

How is any of this fair? I thought in life we’re supposed to write our own fate but now fate is forcing me to carve out a life I don’t want to live in?

I nodded towards the doctor and cleared my throat before looking at mama, papa, and the twins.

“Can I get a moment alone with Sylus… please?”

“Take all the time you need, dear.” I gave mama a smile, thanking her.

I opened the door to his hospital suite and slowly closed it. Leaning on the closed door, trying to gather any strength I have left in me. I slowly made my way towards him. I sat beside my husband and held his left hand, our wedding ring, shining despite the soul crushing decision I have to take.

“Ang daya ‘no, lakay ko? [My husband] Hindi man lang tayo nakapag-anniversary.” I brought his hand on my cheek, seeking the warmth it used to give me. Desperately holding onto him because I might never have the chance to hold him like this ever again.

“I wish we had more memories… m…more… more ti…me… oh god…” I reached my left hand towards his heart.

“Is there some way where this heart of yours… won’t forget me?” I chuckled as tears ran down my cheeks.

“Bullshit. That only happens in movies.”

I kissed his palm as I tried to remove our wedding ring from his finger but it seems like fate is laughing at me as I couldn’t easily remove the ring seamlessly. I let out a tired sigh as I managed to remove his wedding ring.

I gave myself a few seconds to compose myself as I fixed his hair away from his eyes. I gave my husband a long kiss on the forehead, hoping that maybe in the future, he’ll remember me without me losing him in the process.

“Mahal na mahal na mahal kita. Wala akong choice sa desisyon ko, Sylus, pero kailangan… kailangan ko lumayo kasi ayaw ko na ikaw ang masasaktan sa proseso nang pag-alala sa akin. Okay na kahit hindi mo ako maalala, hm? Basta pro…mise mo sa akin… na lagi ka nang mag-iingat lagi… ha?” It might really be the last time I get to hold my husband’s hand, the very same hand that has given me so much warmth but this time… I can’t feel him.

I wiped the tears away as I barely managed to compose myself before walking out of the room, completely walking out of my husband’s life.

Mama was the first person I locked eyes with outside the room, as I shakily drew a breath, I made up my mind.

“Ma, I need you to erase my existence in this family.” Papa held the twins back.

“Ate Em! Baka naman may… may ibang paraan? Hindi ka naman basta-basta makakalimutan ni kuya!”

I shook my head and tried my damn best to show them that I’m determined to see my decision through.

“What do you need me to do, dear?”

“Mama, please!” Kieran never shouted so desperately like that before and while it was hard to see the twins’ heartbreaking… I have no other choice. I will never risk Sylus’ wellbeing just to remember me.

“I want our whole manor sweeped from top to bottom. Anything that is related to me will be kept hidden in one of my properties. I need the manor to be just like how it is when my hus- when Sylus was still single. Anything regarding me will be redacted from the company’s records.”

“Are you sure, anak?” Was it even possible to say no? haha…

“Yes, ma.” She nodded and gave me a tight hug. I wanted to cry but there were no more tears left for me to let out. Mama kissed my temple before cupping my cheek.

“If that’s what you need. It’ll be done. Should I have a team sent out to clean the manor?”

“I’ll do it, ma, I’ll let you know once I’m done packing my things.” She nodded as I bid goodbye to them. I didn’t dare turn my back and held my head high because I have to be strong. I need to be strong to keep him safe.

Passengers for Flight PR 3109 bound for Narita International Airport. Please begin boarding the aircraft.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

So You Heard I’m A Rebel (With A Heart Made of Stone)

A/N: Soooo... happy Fated Day of @officialfeysandweek! I know it's been a literal year since I've revisited my Gargoyles Universe, but please accept my humble offering of Gargoyle Rhys. This is baby's first Feysand, so please be kind or I will cry

Edit: I forgot to shout-out @jsmelodies who was kind enough to beta read this for me 🥺

Read on AO3 // Gargoyle Cassian (Part 1) // Gargoyle Lucien (Part 2)

“Can’t you stay somewhere else?”

Feyre has to press her lips together to hold in the frustrated huff threatening to spill past them, to hold back the harsh words bubbling up the back of her throat. She shoves it all down, even that dark feeling twisting and twining in her chest from the sting of her sister’s words.

“Like with that one friend of yours. Morrigan, or whatever her name is.”

“Mor isn’t here. She and her girlfriend are in Europe for the next month.”

Nesta makes a noncommittal hum at that, and Feyre squeezes her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. That too familiar anger begins to flare and rise between her ribs again, threatening to boil over to the surface. It’s the way it’s always been, she and Nesta with their claws out and at each other’s throats, too alike and yet too different at the same time.

“You let Elain stay with you,” Feyre finally snaps, unable to keep back the harsh reminder.

Nesta grumbles something, something that sounds suspiciously like exactly before she sighs. “Look, Feyre, I can’t really explain it. You just have to trust me. It’s nothing personal. It’s just that–”

“Really? Because it feels personal. Dammit, Nesta, I…” Feyre curls her knees tighter against her chest. “I need your help. I need to get out of this apartment.”

She needs to get away from him.

The other end of the line is silent, long enough that Feyre pulls the phone away from her ear, checking that the call hasn’t ended, that her phone hasn’t died. But her sister’s name is still displayed across the screen, so she returns her phone, chewing on the inside of her cheek while she waits and waits for an answer.

“Alright, fine,” Nesta finally concedes, sighing softly. “But I have a condition.”

Feyre’s never been more grateful that a phone call means Nesta can’t see her roll her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Do you want to stay at my apartment or not?”

“Okay, okay. What’s the condition?”

“You cannot, under any circumstances, go up to the roof.”

~ * * * ~

Feyre huffs a hard breath between her lips, trying to dislodge the strand of hair that’s fallen forward across her forehead and over her eye. She drags the charcoal stick across the page in short, arching strokes, using her thumb to smudge and shadow until it’s to her liking. She dares to peek over the sketchbook poised on her raised knees, toward the apartment kitchen just opposite of her.

Her eyes trace over Cassian’s jawline, noting the way the stubble of his beard speckles the skin there, the way the low glow of the pendulum lights over the kitchen island catch across the shadows. She returns to her sketch, tilting her head and humming quietly to herself. With another drag of the charcoal stick, she harshens the line on the page.

A low, warm chuckle from the kitchen has Feyre looking up again, just in time to watch Nesta roll her eyes, even as a soft smile tugs up her eldest sister’s lips. It still feels almost strange seeing her sister like this, so soft and certainly private, and Feyre snaps her attention away and back to her sketch.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

Feyre nearly jumps out of her own skin at the sudden sound of Nesta’s voice, but she’s quick to look up and nod. “I’ll probably just DoorDash some Chinese or something.”

“There’s still some leftover stir-fry in the fridge from the other night,” Cassian offers, grabbing his leather jacket off the hook by the door and pulling it on.

Feyre mumbles a quiet thanks, intent on returning to her sketch while the memory is still bright in her mind, but Nesta has other plans. She catches Feyre’s eye, raising a pointed eyebrow and lips twisted into a thin line. The silent message in that one look is all too clear, a reminder of her ‘warning,’ her condition for allowing Feyre to stay here. It’s a look Feyre has been on the receiving end of multiple times since she started crashing on Nesta’s couch, and if she’s being honest, it’s a look she’s beginning to grow quite annoyed with.

So Feyre plasters on her best, wide smile. “Have a great time.”

Nesta sighs softly, but she doesn’t say anything, allowing Cassian to guide her out the door with a hand at the small of her back. He follows behind her, turning back toward Feyre with a wide grin and a wink before he pulls the door closed behind them.

“Don’t wait up.”

Feyre shakes her head at the remark, slumping back against the couch cushions. She glances back down toward her sketch, but the motivation has long leached from her veins now, replaced by annoyance at Nesta and that stupid look. Her sister’s stupid condition.

She doesn’t understand what the big deal is, doesn’t understand what could possibly be up on the roof of the apartment building for Nesta to have such a stick up her ass. Sure, her sister has always been fiercely protective of both her and Elain, but Feyre is quite confident that if the roof was truly unsafe in any way, that people wouldn’t be allowed to live in the building.

Which means it has to be something else.

But what?

Determination steeling her spine, Feyre closes her sketchbook with finality and pushes to her feet. She swipes her phone off the coffee table and strides for the front door. She sticks her head out first, quickly checking Nesta is really gone and the coast is clear. Finding the hall completely empty, Feyre slips out of the apartment completely, set on finally learning what exactly is so special about the roof, her sister’s stupid warning be damned.

At the end of the hall, Feyre finds the stairs, and she follows them up and up until she reaches a second set of stairs. They’re surprisingly old and rickety, and Feyre dares to press her weight against the first one testingly. The wood creaks, but it supports her no problem, clearly sturdy enough, so Feyre continues on and follows the winding stairs up.

She has to throw her whole weight against the metal door at the top of the stairs, the hinges creaking before giving way. The cool evening breeze greets Feyre as the door finally swings open, kissing across her cheeks and ruffling the strands of her hair. She leans out enough that she can fully take in the roof, and a quiet gasp tumbles past her lips when she realizes what’s waiting for her.

The city stretches out all around, different buildings reaching up toward the sky, the spires and dome of the Mother’s Temple just in the distance. With the sun just beginning its descent, everything is bathed in a gorgeous golden light, including the white capped mountains to the north.

Spinning on her heel, Feyre rushes back down the stairs and to Nesta’s apartment. She makes quick work grabbing a fresh canvas and all of her painting supplies, all but sprinting back to the roof. She sets everything down and stands back with her hands on her hips, trying to decide the best angle to capture what she wants. To the left gives her the best view of the full mountain range, but it also puts her in the shadow of the gargoyle facing to the west.

She doesn’t even understand how an apartment building like this has gargoyles, and oddly only two of them.

She takes a moment to examine the one that faces west. It doesn’t have the large, arching wings stretched behind it like the gargoyle that faces to the south, but when Feyre steps closer, she notices there seem to be carvings above the gargoyle’s knees. She leans in, trying to get a better look, before remembering the task at hand.

Quickly shaking her head, Feyre returns to her paint supplies. She decided to opt out of an easel, so she settles criss-cross on the ground of the roof, her canvas splayed across her thighs. She digs out her charcoal pencil first, sketching out the mountains, the clouds, the lines that match the way the light hits the peaks. She holds her canvas up in front of her, humming happily as she compares it to the view.

And then she starts to paint.

~ * * * ~

Feyre knows that she should head back inside. The sun officially set and she lost her light a while ago, needing to pull out her phone and use the flashlight on it to continue to see, even with the rising light of the full moon. But still, she can’t find it within herself to stop, the creativity flowing through her veins like a tide of warm, lapping waves. One more stroke of her paintbrush, one more color, and then she’ll be at a stopping point.

“You didn’t want to paint me? I’m offended, darling.”

Feyre jolts at the sudden voice so close to her ear. She whirls around, scrambling back and to her feet when she finds a man standing behind her. She holds her paintbrush out between them; although, she’s not really sure what good it will do as a weapon.

“I mean, I think you and I both know I’m the most beautiful thing on this roof,” the man continues, eyes almost the shade of violet sparking as he drinks her in. “Except after you, of course.”

Feyre swallows hard. Unfortunately, she can’t exactly disagree with the man’s words. He might just be the most beautiful man that Feyre has ever seen. Short dark strands of hair fall softly across his forehead, perfectly framing the harsh lines of his eyebrows, those violet eyes of his that seem to twinkle as much as the stars blotted across the night skies above. His lips are pink and plush, twisted into an easy smirk as he continues to watch her.

She has no idea where this man even came from. Was she that in the zone painting that she didn’t hear him arrive? With how loud the hinges of the door were, Feyre isn’t sure that makes any sense. About the same amount of sense as why exactly this man is also shirtless.

Dark whorls of tattoos weave their way across his collarbones and down his arms to his elbows, and his skin is especially golden beneath the light of the moon; as though this man thrives in the darkness of the night. But, strangely, those golden tones give way to inky black at his hands. No, not hands.

Claws.

Black and sharp claws that extend out from his fingers.

As if that isn’t enough, the air squeezes in Feyre’s lungs, her heart pounding between her ribs when she notices the other tattoos this man has. Right above his knees. It’s impossible, simply no way. It must be some sort of coincidence that they seem to match the very carvings she’d noticed before. It couldn’t mean…

She doesn’t want to look away from him, her fear palpable, but she needs to know for sure. She glances away just long enough to check, just long enough to take in the western wall of the roof and the distinctly empty space now there where a stone gargoyle used to crouch.

“This can’t be happening,” Feyre mutters half to herself. Was this why Nesta was so adamant that she stay away from the roof?

“Or perhaps you’d like me to model in the nude for you?” the man continues as though this is all a perfectly normal conversation and he wasn’t literal stone less than an hour ago. “All you have to do is ask.”

Feyre is sure that she must be going insane. Perhaps she truly has inhaled too many paint fumes? She just has to make it back to Nesta’s apartment. Then, she can lock the door and lay down and pretend this whole thing is just some paint-fume-induced dream. She tries to gauge the distance between her and the door. Between her and this man and the door.

“Do it,” he all but purrs. “I dare you. I love a good chase.”

Feyre refuses to let her surprise at him somehow knowing her thoughts show on her face. Instead, she merely stares this man down. If she can even call him that.

“Chase? All I have to do is lock you up here, and you’ll be stuck on this roof.”

He tilts his head, his smile turning almost playful, teasing. “Did you forget about the wings, darling? You can run as far as you’d like, but I will always find you.”

“What wings?”

The question has barely left Feyre’s mouth before shadowy wings unfurl behind the gargoyle’s back, arching high above his shoulders and stretching wide. They’re beautiful, the moonlight bleeding through the membranes of them, through the dark lines of tendons and veins. Already, Feyre can see the painting in her mind, the fallen angel of night.

“Oh.”

Feyre quickly shakes her head, squashing any and all thoughts and remembering the task at hand. She needs to find a way off this roof and away from this gargoyle. With those wings, there’s no way she’ll be fast enough to get past him and to the door, so she’ll need a distraction. Before she can think twice, she bends down, pulling her shoe off her foot and chucking it straight at the gargoyle’s head.

He catches it right before it hits his face, the talons of his claws curling around her shoe.

“Really?” The gargoyle tosses her shoe aside, stalking closer across the roof. Feyre takes a step back for each of his steps forward, but it’s clear he’s cornering her, clear she has nowhere to go. “My mate is a fiery one.”

“You’re what?” Feyre chokes out, trying to take another step back but only finding the edge of the roof, stumbling over her feet. The gargoyle wraps an arm around her waist to steady her, but she shoves hard at his chest. “I have a boyfriend.”

It’s a lie, of course. Tamlin is her ex-boyfriend technically, but this monster doesn’t need to know that. She just hopes that gargoyles have some sense of bro-code or etiquette.

“Is that so?” He pulls her close again, almost flush against his body this time, until the only thing between her and the hard lines of his chest is the old, tattered crewneck she’s wearing. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten my hands dirty.”

It takes a moment for Feyre to understand his meaning, but then her lips are parting in surprise. “You’d kill a man? Just like that?”

“For touching what’s mine?” the gargoyle asks, raising his free hand to drag a claw teasingly across her bottom lip. “Without hesitation.”

Feyre jerks her head back away from his touch. “You’re sick.”

“Oh, darling, you have no idea.”

“I am not your darling.”

“Then tell me your name instead.”

“Clare,” Feyre tells him firmly, raising her chin in defiance. She refuses to give this monster anything he can hold over her. For all she knows, the magic that brought him to life means he can do something with her name, like those stories of fae she read as a child.

The gargoyle chuckles, the sound somehow like a warm glass of whiskey. “Nice try. Your real name.”

“You haven’t told me yours.”

“Rhysand.” The gargoyle dips his head forward, dragging his nose along Feyre’s temple, breathing in deeply like he’s taking in her scent. “But you can call me Rhys. In fact, I expect you to scream it.”

“Wha–”

Before Feyre can even finish speaking, the entire world tilts around her. It’s as though the darkness completely closes in around her, squeezing at her chest and her lungs until she’s gasping for breath. But just as soon as the sensation winds around her, it disappears again, and she has to blink a few times to truly believe what she’s seeing.

They’ve moved.

It’s completely impossible, but somehow, they’ve moved. No longer are they on the roof of Nesta’s apartment building, but instead some sort of ruins. The night sky and stars stretch above their heads where a roof once was, the branches of tall trees around them reaching up toward those very stars. Ivy grows around and between the stone of the walls, around the dark rock of what appears to be two thrones.

“I was really hoping someone would have taken care of this place for me all these years.”

Feyre frowns at the muttered comment, but as soon as she turns her attention back toward Rhys, he’s in her space again. The hand around her waist flexes and tightens, the tips of his talons just teasing her skin, and with his face mere inches from her own, warm breath fans across her cheeks, her lips. It has the breath hitching in her throat, and she can’t seem to look away from those star flecked, violet eyes.

“Your name, darling.”

“Feyre,” Feyre breathes before she can stop herself, before she can remind herself she shouldn’t tell him.

Rhys rewards her by sealing their lips together. Both his hands frame her jaw, tilting her face up just the way he wants, and Feyre can do nothing but sigh into his mouth. The drag of his lips is slow and sensual, drawing Feyre deeper into him, deeper into the kiss. She feels herself growing lost in the feel of his lips against her own, the press of his tongue into her mouth, and before Feyre knows it, the world is shifting again, her back pressed against the soft moss covering the stone floor.

Rhys pulls away from the kiss, but it’s just long enough to latch his mouth to Feyre’s throat instead, his teeth dragging over her pulse point. His hands slip down beneath the hem of her crewneck, sliding up over the skin of her hips and waist. Somewhere, in the back of Feyre’s mind, is a small voice, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the heat being stoked to life in her veins. Rhys rocks his hips down, the hard line of his arousal pressing against her, and Feyre arches up against him with a soft moan.

“Keep making those beautiful sounds, Feyre darling,” Rhys whispers against her skin.

He pulls back enough that he can push the hem of her crewneck up and up, tugging the garment fully off and discarding it. Feyre can’t decide if she’s happy or not that she opted for no bra, her nipples quickly peaking beneath the cool, night air. But then Rhys is latching his mouth to her breast. She tosses her head back with a whimper, carding her fingers through the dark strands of Rhys’s hair.

She feels utterly worshipped, the way his tongue slides and swirls over her nipple, the way his teeth scrape and graze across her sensitive skin. His hand reaches up to knead at her neglected breast, the tease of his talons only adding to the sensations of it all.

“Rhys,” Feyre gasps softly when he switches his mouth’s attention to her other breast.

Rhys hums against her, dragging his mouth down her sternum, across her stomach. His claws hook in the waistband of her leggings, and before Feyre can even blink, both them and her panties join wherever her crewneck ended up. Rhys settles back on his haunches. His hands curl around her ankles, sliding up her shins and knees and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, until he reaches her thighs. He spreads them open wide, exposing Feyre fully, and moans appreciatively.

Feyre’s bottom lip finds home between her teeth at the hungry look that takes over his face, heat crawling up her throat and spilling across her cheeks. She searches for something desperately to distract herself from her heaving breaths, from the heart pounding between her ribs, her own gaze landing on the tattoos above Rhys’s knees. The mountain peak and three stars.

“What do they mean?”

Rhys’s attention dances back to her face, the barest hint of a smirk beginning to tug up the corner of his lips. “That I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown and my equal.”

“And yet you’re on your knees right now.”

“Exactly.”

Feyre isn’t sure what to make of that, but before she can even ask, Rhys dips his head down between her thighs. He doesn’t give her any warning, clearly as desperate as she is to forgo any sort of additional teasing, before his mouth presses against her cunt. There’s no stopping the moan that tumbles free from Feyre’s throat as he drags his tongue up to her clit, tracing tantalizing circles there.

Rhys’s claws flex and squeeze against her thighs, holding her open exactly how he wants her as he starts to really eat her out. Feyre buries a hand in the dark strands of his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. It’s all she can do to hold on. The way he works his tongue, the way he sucks her clit between his lips, the way he groans and sends vibrations all the way down to Feyre’s toes. It’s all almost too much, and Feyre tosses her head back with another moan.

“That’s it,” Rhys pulls back enough to tell her. “Do you like having your mate’s mouth on you? You’re so wet for me, darling.”

“Rhys,” Feyre gasps softly, trying to buck up against his hold, chasing the pleasure he was building within her.

“Keep saying my name like that,” Rhys continues, turning his mouth’s attention to her inner thigh and nipping at the skin there. “I think it might be my new favorite sound.”

“Then why did you stop?”

Even from between her thighs, the teasing smirk is unmistakable. “You are a delightful creature when you’re feisty.”

“Prick,” Feyre huffs, sliding her free hand down her body. “I’ll show you feisty.”

She continues to move her fingers down across her stomach, over her hips, intent on getting herself off if she has to, but Rhys growls in warning. His talons curl around her wrist, squeezing and halting her movements.

“I thought I told you that I don’t like others touching what’s mine,” Rhys tells her, violet eyes pinning her in place. “And this sweet cunt belongs to me.”

His words have Feyre gasping softly, a shiver skittering up her spine. At least, Rhys seems intent on proving his word. He dives back in and devours her with a fervor that has Feyre feeling dizzy with the pleasure of it all. She arches up off the stones and moss when Rhys fucks his tongue into her cunt and curls it, rocking her hips and riding his face as best she can against his firm grip.

It seems almost unfair the way he plays her body so well despite having only just met her. Too quickly, heat begins to pool low in Feyre’s gut. She tries to gasp out his name, tries to warn him, but it all gets trapped in her throat when Rhys focuses his attention back on her clit. He sucks it between his lips, the barest tease of teeth just on the right side of pain. It sends Feyre’s release barrelling through her, her thighs trembling and squeezing around his head.

She slumps against the stones, intent on bringing back down the pounding rate of her heart, but it’s hard to do when Rhys continues to lick and nip at her. Continues to groan against her skin as if he’d happily spend the entire night between her thighs like this. The pleasurable aftershocks give way to overstimulation, and Feyre whimpers, trying to shift and squirm away.

Blessedly, Rhys pulls away, pressing a soothing kiss to her inner thigh. “Beautiful.”

He slides back up Feyre’s body, his hand finding her jaw and turning her face until he can seal their lips together again. He presses his tongue into her mouth, and Feyre moans at the way she can taste herself. Rhys’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, tugging as he pulls away, and Feyre is like a puppet on his strings with the way she tries to follow after him.

“Beautiful,” Rhys breathes again, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip and the hurt from his teeth there. “My beautiful mate. And all mine.”

“Possessive much?”

Rhys chuckles softly, his warm breath fanning across Feyre’s cheeks. “Don’t worry, Feyre darling. I am also yours.”

Feyre meets those violet eyes of his head on, letting a smirk of her own tug up the corner of her lips. “Prove it.”

Rhys crashes their lips back together, kissing her deeply until Feyre is breathless and moaning into his mouth. When he pulls away again, his hands find home at Feyre’s hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. She moans softly when Rhys forces her hips up, when she can hear the distinct sounds of the gargoyle removing the tattered fabric of his pants.

“This is what you do to me,” Rhys tells her, dragging his cock over her cunt.

He does the same motion again, teasing her, and already, Feyre’s cunt clenches in anticipation, her toes curling. She can feel just how hard he is, feel the curve of his cock and the slightly raised skin of the vein running down it. He’s clearly larger than anyone else she’s ever been with, and need has her rocking her hips back desperately.

Rhys’s hand squeezes at her hip in warning, claws prickling her skin. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” Feyre responds dutifully.

Rhys presses the head of his cock against her cunt, sinking in just the barest inch before he stops. It’s so close and yet so far from everything that Feyre wants, everything that she needs, and she whines high in the back of her throat.

Rhys leans down over her back, pressing his lips to her ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Feyre’s breath hitches in her lungs at the request, her heart skipping between her ribs. The moment feels pivotal somehow, feels like it means more than just this one night. She turns her head enough that she can look over her shoulder, that she can meet Rhys’s gaze.

“I’m yours.”

Rhys rewards her by pressing his hips forward, his cock sinking fully into her cunt. Feyre lets out a gasping moan at the stretch, her head dropping back down between her shoulders. She feels so incredibly full, and she clenches down around him.

“Oh, gods.”

“Not quite, darling.”

Rhys rocks his hips forward, pressing deeper still, and the pleasure is indescribable. It’s like fire racing through Feyre’s veins, through her every nerve ending, and it all stems from where they’re joined. The feeling is addicting. Especially when Rhys pulls his hips back just to snap them back forward again.

His hands find her ass, spreading her wider still and kneading at the flesh as his hips start to really drive into her. “Look at how you take me.”

Feyre can do nothing but moan in response. Every slap of his hips against hers, every drag of his cock against the walls of her cunt, it sends pleasure cresting higher still through her. And when Rhys grinds his hips against her, his cock pressing against that spot deep within her, Feyre lets out a choked off gasp, clawing desperately at the moss beneath her.

Rhys’s own fingers find and curl around Feyre’s wrist, guiding her hand to her lower stomach, pressing both their hands there and adding pressure against where his cock sinks into her again and again and again.

“Do you feel that?” Rhys asks, his teeth nipping at Feyre’s earlobe. “Feel how your body yields to your mate’s cock.”

“Fuck,” Feyre whines, trying to rock her hips back to meet Rhys’s thrusts.

“It’s what you were made for. Made to take my cock. Made to be full of my seed.”

Feyre whimpers at his words, clenching down hard around his cock. She can feel that familiar heat coiling low in her gut again, feel herself teetering closer and closer to that precipice.

“Is that what you want, Feyre darling?” Rhys continues, his hand trailing down until he finds her clit. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” Feyre gasps out, her toes curling as Rhys begins to trace circles across her clit. “Rhys, please.”

“Then be a good girl and come for me.”

With the way Rhys continues to fuck into her, the way he continues to work her clit, Feyre can do nothing but obey. Her release tears through her, back bowing and a shout of Rhys’s name tearing free from her throat. Rhys continues to work his hips, continues to work her clit and draw out her orgasm, until he finds his own.

One last hard thrust, and Rhys’s hips still, his cock pulsing deep and flooding Feyre with warmth. She moans softly at that feeling, at how full she truly feels, and her cunt flutters with the aftershocks before she slumps down against the stones.

She whimpers when Rhys pulls his cock free, feeling the wetness that leaks from between her thighs and pools on the stone beneath her. Rhys flips her over onto her back again, settling into the cradle of her hips and kissing her deeply. She gasps into his mouth when Rhys drags the head of his cock across her cunt again, through the absolute mess they made. She’s surprised that he’s still hard, but perhaps it’s part of the magic that allows a gargoyle to come to life in the first place.

“Did you think I was finished with you, Feyre darling?” Rhys whispers, lips dragging against her own. “This time I want to see your beautiful face when you fall apart on my cock.”

It’s his only warning before he sinks his cock right back into her cunt, meeting almost no resistance this time. He quickly sets a hard and brutal pace, lifting Feyre’s legs so they’re curled high on his chest. It changes the angle, his cock driving somehow deeper still, and Feyre tosses her head back with a high pitched moan.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Gods, Rhys, don’t stop.”

“Never,” Rhys promises, his own voice strained. “I intend to spend forever between your thighs.”

Feyre buries her hands in the dark strands of Rhys’s hair, drawing his mouth back to hers and into a kiss. It’s little more than a brush of lips, than moans and groans shared in the breath between them. She’s already too keyed-up, too on edge from all of Rhys’s ministrations tonight, that when he reaches a hand down between their bodies and finds her clit with practiced ease, there’s no stopping the orgasm that rips through her.

Spots burst behind Feyre’s eyes, her back arching up off the stones and moss. Her cunt clenches down hard around Rhys’s cock, a long moan of his name tumbling past her lips as she gives in and dives head first into the fires burning through her veins.

When she comes back down from the high, she can still feel Rhys still moving above her, within her. Her attention drifts over his shoulder, to the wings still spread wide behind his back. The moonlight catches in them, filtering through the leathery membrane in silver streaks. They’re beautiful, her fallen prince, and Feyre’s hand reaches up, fingers dragging across them.

Rhys all but roars, slamming his hips against hers and talons digging into her thighs to hold her to him. His cock twitches and pulses, filling her once again with his own release, and Feyre moans again, her cunt fluttering.

“So beautiful,” Rhys whispers, dragging his nose along her throat. “Beautiful when you come. Beautiful when you’re milking my cock.” He pulls back enough that he can look in Feyre’s eyes again, his claws surprisingly gentle as he brushes a strand of her hair off her face. “My beautiful mate.”

“You should see yourself. Perhaps, I’ll have to paint you after all.”

Rhys chuckles softly, the violet of his eyes practically sparking, and he leans down to kiss her again. It’s surprisingly gentle, almost sweet, the way his lips slide against her own. When he pulls back completely, he waves his hand, a quilt appearing beneath them and another draping across their bodies.

Feyre blinks a few times, taking in the display of magic. “You couldn’t do that before?”

“It’s not my fault, Feyre darling. You are very distracting.”

Feyre rolls her eyes, but she allows Rhys to rearrange them, to gather her into his arms. He settles one arm securely around her waist, his other hand buried amongst the strands of her hair. With the steady warmth of him against her own body, it’s too easy for Feyre’s eyes to flutter closed. Too easy to give in to the golden warmth that seems to thread between her ribs and twine around her heart.

Too easy to let sleep drag her under.

The sunlight prickling through her eyelids draws Feyre back into the world of the awake. She shifts and stretches her limbs, blinking a few times until the world comes back into focus, until she can fully take in the half crumbled stone walls, the ivy and the moss growing across them. They certainly look different in the golden yellow light of the morning, soft and pretty and the perfect backdrop for a painting.

Just like the sunset over the city and mountains.

The reminder has Feyre jolting up with a gasp, all of the events of the previous night rushing back hard enough to make her dizzy. There’s a soft groan from her right, and Feyre looks down just in time to watch a slow, sleepy smirk tug its way across Rhys’s face, a soft glow to his violet eyes.

“Good morning, darling.”

“You look… human.”

Rhys sits up as well, holding his hands out in front of him and turning them over. His distinctly human hands with no claws or talons to be seen. A glance over his shoulder confirms the lack of his wings too. And yet he’s still the most beautiful man that Feyre has ever seen, especially when he turns back toward her, a wide, genuine smile painted across his face now.

“You freed me,” Rhys explains. “Broke my curse.”

“…I did?”

“My beautiful mate. The curse breaker.”

Rhys’s hand finds home at Feyre’s jaw, drawing her into a soft kiss. Feyre laughs softly against his lips. But then another realization hits her, and she yanks back, looking around at the ruins they’re in again, at the golden daylight bathing the stone and the trees.

“Oh fuck, I’ve been gone for hours,” Feyre breathes, scrambling to her feet and gathering her discarded clothes from the night before. “You need to do that teleport thing you did last night again, get us back to the rooftop.” At Rhys’s prolonged silence, Feyre pauses with one arm through the sleeve of her crewneck, turning an unimpressed look on him. “Don’t you dare.”

Rhys at least has the decency to wince. “I don’t have my magic anymore. We’ll have to take the long way.”

Feyre sighs, pulling her crewneck on the rest of the way. “Nesta is going to kill me.”

~ * * * ~

Feyre runs her fingers through her hair, desperate to untangle the knots, to create some semblance of order as the elevator climbs up and up to the eighth floor. She can feel Rhys’s attention on her, is quite confident that he’s smirking as he watches, but she pays him no mind, straightening out the creases of her crewneck instead and brushing dirt from her sleeve.

The elevator dings, and they step out, but they only make it a few steps down the hall before Feyre whirls around, pointing a warning finger at Rhys.

“Don’t say anything. Just… Don’t.”

She refuses to be affected by the spark that flares through Rhys’s eyes in response, the way his eyebrow quirks and his lips twitch. His amusement is clear, bleeding through his casual dress of a stolen tee and his still torn pants, through his casual stance with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Shaking her head with a fond roll of her eyes, Feyre turns back around, continuing the rest of the way down the hall and to the front door to Nesta’s apartment. She gives herself a moment to breathe deeply, to steady herself, before she reaches for the handle. Nesta jumps up from the sofa as soon as the door opens, all but storming over to Feyre, the fury clear on her eldest sister’s face.

“Feyre! Where have you been? I’ve been worried…” Nesta's voice trails off, her gaze dancing over Feyre’s shoulder to where Rhys stands.

Feyre clears her throat awkwardly. “So. Um… this is–”

“Rhysie!” Cassian’s booming voice echoes from the kitchen.

Nesta’s eyes widen, the blue of them flaring before they close. Feyre’s own gaze flits between Cassian, Rhys, and her sister, trying to figure out what’s happening, trying to put the pieces together. But she can do nothing but stand there and gape confused as Nesta takes a deep, shuddering breath in.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter fourteen | coriolanus snow

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The rest of the day was dull. Nothing new had happened in the games. Coriolanus made his way to his home. Tonight was the night of the gala. Tigris had informed that she had finished making his suit but didn't show him how it was. It was a surprise. All he knew was that it was approved by you.

He reached his penthouse. He is greeted by Tigris with a hug and a smile. Coriolanus smiles back at his cousin for good measure. Trying to hide his nervousness about attending this prestigious gala that could make or break Snow's reputation.

Tigris excitedly shows him the red tux she had designed for him. Coriolanus wears the suit, and can't take his eyes off himself in the mirror. He looked good, there's no doubt about it.

His cousin has magic in her eyes. He tells her so and watches her eyes brighten up. “Oh, Coryo,” she said, lovingly, “It's because it's you that it looks so good.” Snow doesn't argue.

“And what about her?” He asked, “Did you make her dress the same as mine?” Tigris won't even let him see the designs. He can only imagine his heart would stop beating when he sees you. He wondered if Tigris was fine with that.

“You'll know when you see her,” Tigris giggled.

He sighs in response.

Tigris also adds, “She's the reason we still have this place, Coryo. Be kind to her.”

Coriolanus furrows his eyes. What did Tigris mean? “What?” He asked, his tone sharp. Snow didn't need pity money. And you being the one giving him dollars was salt in the wound.

“The payment for the dresses…” Tigris begins to explain, “It's enough for this month's taxes and a few weeks of food.” Coriolanus' mouth dries, he had completely forgotten about the eviction note. With everything going on, he supposed that it was natural. But Tigris had taken the burden herself while he was no help.

“I am glad,” he mutters, feeling heavily indebted to you. He didn't like the feeling. He lets it linger in the corner of his mind. He says goodbye to grandma’am and Tigris. Then he was on his way to the presidential mansion. You had said that you'd meet him there.

He reaches the presidential mansion. The press surrounded the area with cameras. He swallows as he realizes every moment of his is being broadcast live. Much like when he was in the cage with Lucy Gray. He doesn't let the flashes bother him. He already knew his outfit would be the talk of the show and it was a great opportunity to let Tigris's name out there.

He feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around. That's it. He's dead. His heartbeat stopped. He forgot how to breathe.

There's no other way to explain his reaction to you.

His sun and moon. You looked marvelous. Enough so that his breath was knocked out of his chest. How did people speak again?

“Hello,” he gasps out, his cheeks burning. He ignored the urge to trace his soulmate's scar. He looks away from you, unable to meet your eyes. Too pretty. Too fucking pretty.

“Hi, Coryo,” you said, wrapping your arm around his. You both walk up to the stairs of the mansion. “Is everything alright?” You asked, a bit worried as he wasn't meeting your eyes.

“Fine,” he mutters.

You hum in response, turning back to the cameras. All waves and smiles. He forgets to do the same as he has eyes on you. He watches you like a lovesick puppy. Until it's time to enter the gala.

He doesn't let his anxious thoughts take over. He counts his breaths as he walks into the mansion. The gala was filled with people. Even higher-up district officials were invited. Several army officers with high standings and even the peacekeeper heads of each district were attending. There were also his classmates.

Clemensia Dovecote. Festus Creed.

They were all present. He could see the Plinth couple, but their son was missing. Quite the idiot to miss this opportunity. More for him, he supposed. He leaves you behind to greet his friends.

“Clemmie,” he grins.

“Well, hello, Coriolanus. It's nice to see your family finally has an invitation. It was about time,” she smiles.

Coriolanus doesn't correct her assumption. He doesn't tell her that he is here as your date. He didn't deem it necessary.

“Did you bring a date?” Festus Creed asked.

Coriolanus shrugged and said your name, he also added, “Well, she was available.” Festus raised an eyebrow at Coryo’s dismissive tone.

“What about the kiss in the auditorium? Several hearts were broken, Coriolanus,” Clemmie jokes.

Coryo bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to say something. But the fact you're District was surely fresh in his classmates’ minds. Telling them you're something to him wouldn't be much help with his goal for the gala. So, he shrugged, “Ah… well, we're all foolish sometimes.”

His classmates let it go. And he was glad.

Coriolanus seemed to completely forget about you as Clemmie and Festus introduced him to several elitists of the Capitol. People he can never meet through simple means. Coriolanus greets them, making small talk. Every time he mentions Lucy Gray, they're impressed. Even more so when they realize he's the reason that they can make such a contribution to the games.

In the conversation, Dr. Gaul joins. “Hello, Mr. Snow,” she greets him. She turns to the circle he was chatting up. The people were both in awe and afraid of Dr. Gaul. Just like him. She easily takes control of the conversation. Coriolanus does what he does best. Let the conversation flow in the favor of Dr. Gaul. He adds to the glory of the games and how it is necessary. He thanks the elitists for their funding.

From the gleam of approval in Dr. Gauls' eyes, Coriolanus felt proud like he never had before.

He wants to tell you about this immediately! He wanted you to be proud of him too. He had acquired several business cards by now. He had made an impression on everyone he talked to. If he won the Hunger Games, he wouldn't have to worry about university. After tonight, he won't have to worry after university is over either.

It was all because of you.

He feels dread in his mind when he can't see you anywhere on the floor. He finishes his drink, and excuses himself cordially from the conversation. He searches for you before he notices the stairwell leading to the roof. He decided to take the chance of finding you there.

He turned out to be lucky.

He finds you near the metal rails. You were leaning forward, your body facing the city lights. You looked like a part of the city view. He knew he had messed up as he walked closer to you. He left you alone the moment he could. A date wasn't supposed to do that. He knew that! But he was sure you would be understanding. He needed to take advantage of this night.

That's why you brought him here, right?

“Dove,” he said, taking your attention away from the view of the bustling nightlife.

“I see you're making connections, pup.”

“Pup?” he questioned, his tone turning wary.

“Of course, a pup. A pet wagging its tail to an owner who doesn't give a shit. Dr. Gaul, she treats you like an obedient dog baiting you with treats. For her you're disposable, a dog to put down when you'll bite her hand. And here you are in the gala I bought you too, kissing her ass in front of everyone as if they can't see through her bullshit.” You take a deep breath, trying to control yourself, “She sent you to death a day before, Coriolanus! If you're gonna continue to kiss her ass like a mindless pup wanting treats, by all means go ahead.”

Coriolanus takes a deep breath despite the fact he was offended; he didn't wanna fight with you. Coriolanus opens his mouth- he's interrupted by you before he can even begin speaking. You turned to face him. Your eyes glaring at him with anger.

“Not only that! You’re not disposable, Coryo. And I hate how people treat you that way. I am the only one who thinks that way. I am the one you left behind. You ran to Clemmie the moment you saw her and did you know what Festus Creed said to me? He said that I am here as your date and it's because I was available!”

“I have done so many things for you! From rigging the assignment of tributes to proposing the destruction of District thirteen. I have damned my morals for you! I would burn the world for you. And all I get is… this! It's fucking not worth it.”

You don't let Coriolanus speak a word. You tried to walk past him in a hurry but Coryo held your arm and pulled you back. He effortlessly pushes you onto the railing and traps you in.

“Don't talk to me that way,” Coriolanus said, his eyes blazing, his mind confused and his tone dark. “I know what I did was wrong. You should be understanding. What I am doing is for my future. I don't have the time to waste this night like you.” He doesn't bring up the mention of you rigging the tributes nor the nonsense of district thirteen. He will settle this first.

He continues, “What I was doing, it was to be expected. This was too good of an opportunity to let go of. Don't act stupid, dove. Act rationally.”

You scoff at his face and he feels his anger increasing. “Rationally? If you were rational, you would have waited for me to introduce you to the people. Do you know the power I carry, Coriolanus? Yet because of your prejudice against my background, you didn't use me to your advantage. I served myself to you on a silver platter and you left me to rot. Don't talk to me about rationality, love.”

“It's not because of your-” Coriolanus shuts his mouth when he sees tears falling down your cheeks. “Real or not?”

“Don't talk to me if you have to ask,” you sob.

He pulls you in his arms. He cages you, letting you ruin the suit with your tears. Due to the deep red fabric, the tear stains wouldn't be obvious. “I am sorry,” he whispered, genuinely.

He remembered your former words.

‘It's fucking not worth it.’

He tightened his hold around you, imprisoning you. He can't believe he messed this up this bad. The worst is it was his fault. He runs a hand through your hair, trying to calm you down. He whispers sweet nothings and apologies until the rise of your chest is steady.

“It's true. I have held prejudice against your background,” it felt wrong to admit this out loud. Coriolanus repeats, “I am sorry, dove.”

“You haven't been district for a long time and it's wrong for me to hold it against you. You're Capitol, not by blood but by deeds. It's more than enough.”

You pulled back, away from his arms. He mourns the loss in his mind, he wants to pull you in again immediately. You wipe your tears away. “I'll forgive you if you publicize our romance today.”

His eyes widened in shock. He wants to yell no! But then he remembered, ‘It's fucking not worth it.’ He takes a shaky breath, steeling his mind. He can't eat his words now. “Fine, sweetheart. You can tell the public Coriolanus Snow is yours and that you are mine.”

The smile you give him reminds him of a fox. He vaguely feels like he has fallen into a trap he can't get out of. Webs after web, he can't even imagine. He shakes himself clear of these thoughts.

You held out your hand, “Then come on Coriolanus Snow, my partner let me introduce you to some people who will like you very very much.”

He takes it. In his mind, he knows he has to ask you about the rigging and about the district that ruined his life.

He dreads it.

NEXT PART

[lawva-girl]

Historically.. We don't mix. pt. 2

Law x fem!Reader, College AU

Pt. 1

Notes: Sorry i took forever, i kinda forgot i even posted this... HERES PT 2!!! let me know about any ponderances or possibly any errors... i dont have a beta reader or anything.. ALSO i could not come up with a nickname for reader..... so in the chat rooms i put "Y:" for "You". PLEASE tell me suggestions i will go back and fix it :D

WC: 2526

Back at the dorm that Law and Bepo shared, there was no chatter. Law was simply laying in bed with his laptop open to 5 tabs, one for each of the classes he was taking. He was taking all history classes this semester, since his counselor told him to. He would definitely miss the bio information but he did like history. Scrolling through each class, he breezed through all of the syllabus quizzes. Once he felt satisfied, it was onto checking his email, with one catching his attention. 

“DIRE!! MAKE AN APPOINTMENT OR TEXT ME ITS EMERGENT!” The email title felt like a scam but he knew it was not, in fact it was a daily burden. The man who had sent it, his counselor and adoptive father, always communicated like this. After opening the email, he found himself irritated again, Cora had only wanted to remind him that classes start today. 

“How would I not know?” Law muttered to himself. Reading through the email, then deciding he had been too neglectful of the man Law opened up their chat.

L: I know it was the first day, I got to my first two classes on time.  C: Good!!! I miss you! <3  C: Any new friends?!  C: Do you like your professors?? I hand picked them :D  L: Hand picked? You are making me socialize on purpose.  C: Not true! Nico Robin is the smartest! She already had her masters by the time most have an associates!  L: The classes are fine. Bepo made a friend, her name is Perona. C: Oh! Mihawk’s kid! Good to know she’s here! Is his step-daughter here too? Maybe y/n?  L: Yes.  C: Oh! I heard she’s similar to you! Maybe you two can be friends or something?  L: How long did you have to think to come up with this plan of yours?  C: No idea what you are talking about…. L: Cora.  C: … C: Anyways, have you gotten all the textbooks you need?  C: I want to make sure you find them all!  C: It's my job, you know.  L: I still have two more classes to go to tomorrow, but i’ll be fine.  L: Thanks.  C: Anything for you! We should meet for lunch soon! I can make you salmon rice balls! Like when you were still a baby… remember? You loved my cooking! L: I did not. You should not be in a kitchen alone, Ill meet you on friday at 11.  L: Don’t start until i'm there. Please.  C: Okay !!!!! C: I'll see you then law! C: Cant wait ! C: Sleep tight <3<3<3 

Law closed his laptop, relaxing his shoulders. He glanced over and Bepo was already asleep. He kicked off his blanket and got up to go to the bathroom. After he finished his business, washing his hands like any good bio major, he strolled to the microwave area. He had only wanted water but he saw the picture of him holding a letter, standing next to Cora. Staring at it, he wondered why the giant had wanted him to socialize so much. It’s not like he never sees human faces, or stays inside all day everyday. He just liked being alone when he could, no one to ask him stupid questions. 

After finishing his water, Law went back to bed. 

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The two went through the rest of the week, meeting each other an embarrassing amount of times. Neither one had any reason to talk to the other, so they didn’t. Until Wednesday rolled around, and they were back in Nico Robin’s class. 

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“Someone has it out for me. I know it for sure” You wrote in your journal, along with the date and class name. Looking at Law, like you had these past two days, made you realize it more. 

“I have pissed off whatever god actually exists and they want me to repent. There is no way that all four of my classes are naturally shared with Trafalgar.” You finish scribbling away in your journal, just in time. 

“Okay, pass forward the paper I handed out to you. This was just a fun assignment to see what areas we, as a class, are most interested in.” She spoke smoothly, with an even tone. It was almost like she didn’t care, or like she had done this 20 times. 

You heard some of your classmates groan and while you agreed, you thought it was inappropriate to voice that. Tapping a pen on the paper of your journal idly, you waited for more instructions. Even though your classmates weren't raised well, your father had done a fine job with you. You were nice, respectful, studious. Sure you are shy but it's not like it mattered. 

Why speak to people and risk being embarrassed if they don’t want to talk to you? 

“Okay, as I said before this class is based in groups and communication. Please tell one person about what you studied for this assignment.” Robin had said before sitting at her desk with a book in hand. 

Suddenly everyone was talking but you and one other person. 

“My assignment is on the Five years war. I chose it because of a coin flip, I found the sources in the library database.” Already you were irritated. Another interaction with the man who had no manners. 

“Hello. That is how you start a conversation, who raised you? Anyways, my assignment is on the First Crusade. I chose it because it was the first war I thought of-” “Really? The first? Liar.” He interrupted you, of course a man like him would. 

You squinted at him, before responding with “Not lying, I was watching a documentary on the pope a day before class, which made me think of all the holy wars. It's not polite to interrupt people.” 

“Okay. I think we have discussed enough.” “Fine.” You scoffed at him mentally, before turning back to face the front of the room. 

“Okay now, I want someone to tell me about their partner's work! This is worth participation, as a friendly reminder.” She smiled eerily 

You did not raise your hand, in fact you looked away. If you were called on you would end up having to lie, since stupid Trafalgar didn’t tell you anything about his assignment. 

“Okay, randomly generated, we will have Mr. Trafalgar, Mr. Reyes, and Ms. Churchill. In that order please.” “My partner researched the First Crusade, she told me that she learned about the context of the war. Specifically Pope Urban the second’s motivations for launching the crusade, who was mainly following the lead of the Byzantine emperor. She also learned about the cost of the war, not only economically but also what it did for the Pope’s approval rating.” Incredible. He pulled all that from his ass? Wasn’t he a double major? How long ago did he even learn that? How was he able to say it so confidently? He is actually smart?! Hold on, he could’ve seen the same documentary you did and just so happened to remember important stuff. But even then, he didn’t even hesitate, he was so confident, even with a professor like Nico Robin. 

“Very good, point earned. Mr. Reyes?”

As he relaxed into his chair, you couldn’t help but stare. His hair was sticking out, a bit unruly from his beanie. It was white with weird black spots on it, maybe a statement about faux animal fur? Could he be vegetarian or something? Maybe he likes to hunt? His sideburns went right into his weird facial hair, “should be shaved” was scribbled into your journal, along with “spots?” and of course “T is smart?”. You saw his black hair under his beanie and thought of your father, who would never slouch like the man in front of you was. 

“Okay good to hear. This wraps up our class for today, I’ll see you all on monday.” 

You started gathering your things, excited to go back to Perona. She promised she would have your favorite food ready for you as soon as your class ended. It was a little weird, but you two always were close. 

“Are you always the last to leave?” The sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts, and made you drop your pencil case. No pencils escaped but the case clunked right under whoever had just shocked you. Law, with no expression on his face, immediately thought of his giant  adoptive father; who was extremely clumsy.  

“No. Are you stalking me? I feel like the campus police or a trusted adult should know about this.” You looked up at him, not reaching for your case at all. 

“I’m not, somehow, we have the exact same class schedule. With the exception of my online class.” “That's crazy buddy… Will you grab my case?”

“You can’t get it yourself?” He scoffed and folded his arms. 

“I think the reason why I dropped it should be the one to get it for me, no?” You thought he looked childish, folding his arms like he just got told to go to his room. 

“Fine.” He reached down, grabbing the case and placing it on your desk, “even though you were closer to the floor… I'm sorry.” He looked away as he said it. Once again you thought he was childish. 

You found yourself staring again. This time you noticed his hands, the word ‘death’ tattooed on his fingers, and the heart on the back of his hand. Shocked to say the least.

“Holy shit.” Huh? You said that outloud? Maybe you weren’t nice. 

You looked up to see Law’s face, somewhere between shock and disgust.

“Oh uh.. I meant, holy shit your tattoos are cool. They look like they hurt.” Maybe you saved it, you really did mean it in admiration. 

“It was painful, but worth it. Bearable at times.” He looked at his hand and held it up between the two of you. Shocked that he held it up for display, you raised your eyebrows. Staring at the tattoo, you were about to reach out and hold his hand closer so you could get a better look at the line work. Then your thoughts were interrupted.

“I know we aren’t on the best terms, but you heard the professor. I think it would be a good idea to bite the bullet and partner up.” He said it so matter-of-factly you almost agreed without realizing you were lost. 

“Huh? Partner?” you blinked up at him. “Of course you weren’t paying attention. The collaborative presentation that you and another student must present on the 18th?” He sounded annoyed, but his face wasn’t telling. 

“Yes! Sorry I got lost in my thoughts, we might as well partner up. I don’t have anyone else in mind, so I can stick with you.” You finished packing, finally, and stood up. Swinging your bag onto your back, you held out your hand towards him. 

“Okay… What is that for?” He nodded down to your hand. 

“Give me your phone. I’ll put my email in. We can make a google slide and share it that way.” 

He paused, with a semi frown on his face then gave up. He put his phone in your hand, and watched intently as you typed in something. Then you returned his phone, much to his delight. 

“Bye then. Just do 5 slides on the First Crusade or whatever other war the pope has started.” He put both of his hands in his pocket as he casually strolled out, leaving you to the room. 

“Hey! We should at least pretend you won't be a dick this whole time! Don’t boss me around!” You realized that you had said that just a bit too loud for the circumstances. Maybe you weren’t nice. 

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Y: Okay! I just left class, do you have my salmon nigiri?  Y: You won't believe how good I was today. P: WHST  P: who are you?  P: The y/n i know would never ever say that.  P: Yes i do have it ready :) Y: I had to partner up with Him :/  Y: The strength  Y: Also he has finger tattoos?  Y: What the fuck.  P: You didn’t see them before?  Y: Sir traffy has been through it P: I wonder if hes like some ex-gang member? P: That is such a gang member thing to get tattooed P: Why aren’t you responding?  P: Helllllooooooo  P: y/n P: y/n P: ….

“Rona! You are literally crazy. I was walking over here, that's why I wasn’t responding.” You closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it. 

“Anyways! I’ve never seen you have such a strong reaction! To a guy no less, did he like to recite everything in the declaration of independence?” Perona called out to you while you entered and took off your shoes.

You walked over to the kitchen, where she wasdoing some dishes. Tossing your bag on the couch, then taking a seat at the bar that was connected to the kitchen. “If he did that I would’ve proposed on the spot… He just is kinda smart? It’s freaky! One second he’s brushing me off and not wanting to talk to me at all, the next he's explaining the cause of the First Crusade? Well… Kinda.” Perona turned with two plates in hand, and took a seat next to you. She placed the plate of sushi in front of you, “Well honestly i'm not surprised… Bepo says he is always studying.” 

“You talk about him with Bepo? Perona…” you made a disappointed face at her as you pulled your plate closer to you. “Noooo it’s all kosher! Bepo just offers up info about everyone he knows. I think he just doesn’t have a filter or whatever.”

“Yeah…” you took a piece of nigiri and dipped it, then ate it. As you chewed and swallowed you thought of your dad, “Do you think your dad would come visit us here?” 

“Hmmm only if your dad forced him to. I can picture it now ‘don’t you miss our girls?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then lets go! You pay and ill bring the beer!’ ‘beer isn’t allowed on a plane shanks’ or something like that…” Perona tried her best but didn’t really get the overall attitude of your dads. You decided not to comment and just take another bite. 

“Do I get to know why you asked?” Perona said, food in her mouth.

“Traffy, as you call him, has hair as dark as Mihawk’s. It made me think of him today…”

“Sigmund Frued would have a lot to say to you right now.” “No he wouldn't, he’s dead.” 

“Not for long…” “What the fuck?” You both burst out in laughter at the same time, something you had only ever done with your sister. 

After dinner it was off to bed, except you weren’t actually sleeping. Your laptop was open on your lap, on the google slides page. The document was created, named, and shared to Traffy. It wasn’t the most well-mannered thing, but you decided that nicknames meant you’re friends. Your sister desperately wanted you to have friends, and this would make her think you had them. You didn’t like the deception, if you could call it that, but it's not like you were gonna go out and get real friends. 

You started typing away, filling out 3 slides with information and pictures before deciding to get actual sleep.