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Picktober Challenge: Falling for you

Picktober theme(s)-

Flufftober: Sharing Clothes and Holding Hands,

Falltober: Pumpkin and Cider

Fanfiction (Choices The Royal Romance/ The Royal Heir & Perfect Match Fandoms)- Fictober prompt: I’m doing it, shut up.

Books: The Royal Romance 1-3 to Royal Heir and Perfect Match.

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: NS*W 🍋. Additionally, mention of miscarriage.

Pairing: Liam Rys x Jessica Garcia (MC), former. Damien Nazzaro x Jessica Garcia

Agent Phoenix Forged in Fire Series premise: This is a canon-divergent series set after TRR 3 Tariq is never found. Liam’s duty to his country forces him into marriage. Jessica and Liam enter into a Cordonian arrangement. Both of them wanted to have a life together. However, various obstacles prevent him from a divorce and having the life they both want together. With dreams of a future crushed, Jessica leaves Cordonia. Despite a five-year absence, they are still heartbroken and unable to forget each other and the life they once shared. When Jessica’s career path takes an expected turn, her duty to her country pushes her to Cordonia, back into the society that burned her, and back into Liam’s sights. Will she rise from the ashes or once again go down in flames? Catch up here

Disclaimer

A/N: This is my submission for the Choices Monthly Challenge: Picktober and Fictober.

*This is a oneshot that is a part of the main story, and events will occur in a later chapters and stories in between* in the meantime here is a companion piece to give you some background on the meaning of Koi in Liam and Jessica's life.

Chapter Summary: Jessica and Damien's friends-with-benefits relationship gets complicated.

Song Inspiration: Toothbrush - Dnce

Word count: 4,500 *, please excuse typos and grammatical errors*

Reading time: 10 Minutes

Damien Nazario apartment

Jessica jumped up from the couch and shouted, “Fuck yes! Thank you, Aaron Judge.”

Damien dug his head into the arm of his sofa and said, “Can we turn this off?”

“Why? Because the M-E-T-S are losing?” Jessica jeered.

“I just think I’m disgusted with my team at this point,” Damien mumbled while eyeing the tv remote.

“Damien, you are a sore loser.”

Damien rolled his eyes. “Please don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Jessica said, knowing full well she was being obnoxious.

“You don’t have to rub it in.”

“The fuck I do. All day long, you were talking sooooo much shit; look at this score. We have four more innings.”

Damien snapped back, “Tone it down, okay.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Such a baby,”

Damien crossed his arms and huffed, “Just stop.”

“Are you gonna make me, Sir…” Jessica said with a cheeky smile.

20 minutes later…

“Fuck” Damien murmured in a deep seductive tone; she moaned as Damien smacked her ass. She spread her legs, quickly aligning herself with him. Both of them are so hungry for each other. She was dripping while she slowly sank onto him, gasping as she felt him enter her inch by inch. She gave her body time to adjust to his length and thickness before she moved her hips in a figure-eight motion, arching her back in pleasure.

Damien reacted similarly, groaning her name as she got fully seated in his lap. Jessica began to rock her hips back and forth, moans mixing through the air as they were stimulated.

Damien held her hips, thrusting into her with determination. “Mmmm.” Jessica moaned, her head tilting back as Damien reached up to tangle his fingers into her hair again and tug. She squeezed her eyes shut as Damien’s thrusts up into her became rougher, his free hand reaching down to rub circles onto her clit, making her body taut and her pants of breath faster. Jessica could feel herself get close, her first orgasm of many barrelling toward her. She cried out as it hit her, the sound of her ass hitting his thighs becoming clearer and clearer. She heard him moan her name out in bliss.

Jessica stopped on top for a few seconds as she combed her hair with her hand before she laid her head on Damien’s chest and mumbled, “God, that was so fucken good.” They both gave a slight chuckle. Jessica lifted her wrist to look at her father’s watch and said, “So fucken late or so fucken early.”

Jessica rolled off Damien’s side, gently brushing the hair away from her face while he whispered, “Preciosa, stay.”

Jessica pursed her lips. “I don’t know if that ruins our friends-with-benefits situation.”

“Worry when you’re leaving a toothbrush. You don’t have to work tomorrow. If it makes you feel better, just get some rest, and you can leave without waking me up.” Jessica responded by cuddling a little closer, allowing herself to relax; their two bodies were tangled in each other’s arms.

“I’m gonna just close my eyes for a bit.” She murmured.

Damien twirled Jessica’s hair and watched her eyes get heavy under his touch. When he was sure she had fallen asleep, he kissed her forehead and whispered, ‘Me Estoy Enamorado de ti (I’m falling for you).”

10 am …

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Jessica and Damien both woke up at the sound of loud knocking. Damien wiped his eyes. “What the fuck?”

“What’s happening?” Jessica said, half asleep.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Sssh baby, go back to bed,” Damien said without thinking as he rushed to put his pants on to answer the door.

Jessica looked at Damien, puzzled, and whispered, ‘Shhh baby go back to bed?’ to herself, silently cursing for oversleeping and confusing their arrangement.

Damien closed the bedroom door behind him and answered the persistent knocking at his door. A woman said, “Ángel, ¿Cómo estás hijo? (Angel, how are you doing, son?)

Damien said in shock, “¿Mamá? ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? (Mom? what are you doing here?)

“Well, we wanted to surprise you.” Another woman answered with a sassy tone.

“Lucilla.”

“We came to visit Hope and her wife. We are gonna go pumpkin picking. We know you hate that stuff, so we thought we could force you if we showed up unannounced.”

Meanwhile, in Damien’s bedroom…

Jessica covered herself in Damien’s comforter. ‘I want to die. Maybe they’ll leave, and I could just pretend I wasn’t here. Yeah, no sweat. They won’t know I’m here. Crisis averted.’ Jessica silently thought, plotting her escape.

“Dames, since when do you carry around a Marc Jacobs tote?”

“Carina?”

“Goddamn, is this the fucken Nazrio family reunion?” Jessica hissed as she got off the bed and started frantically looking for her clothes.

“Is she still here?” Another voice whispered.

“Yea, she is still here. Shirts on the floor.”

“Hope, come on.”

“Oh Dios mío. Perdóname hijo. Te estás protegiendo, ¿Verdad? (Oh my God. Sorry son. You’re protecting yourself right?”

¡Mamá!

‘Fuck my life hard.’ Jessica cursed at herself in her head.

“You didn’t tell us you were seeing anyone.”

“Is it serious?”

“¡Lucilla cállate!” Damien snapped.

“Bring her out; let’s meet her.”

“She can come with us pumpkin picking.” Lucilla chimed in

“Okay… Okay… can I just talk to her? I’m sure she hears all your loud mouths.”

Damien walked into the bedroom, and a pillow was thrown in his face as soon as he entered. He could see the panic and worry on her face.

“Your whole family is in the living room; they want me to go pumpkin picking with them,” Jessica said in a harsh, whispered tone.

“Preciosa, I’m sorry I obviously didn’t know.”

“Cool it with the pet names! Where are my panties?”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Ohhh, nice bra.” Isabela teased from behind the door. Damien opened the door jar and collected Jessica’s bra.

“Just shoot me. Put me out of my misery.”

“Come on; it’s not that bad.” Damien mused as he held out Jessica’s bra. Jessica snatched it and put it on.

“Yeah, this is bad,” Damien smirked.

“Gee, thanks,” Jessica said as she rolled her eyes.

Damien went into his closet and handed Jessica a shirt. Jessica looked at the shirt and looked at Damien with an annoyed expression. “Really? A Mets jersey.”

“You want me to go back out there and get your shirt off the floor or what?”

“I want to throw up.”

Damien gave a cringe as Jessica put on the Mets Jersey and said, “So I will just tell her we are dating like a couple saying we are just seeing each other will lead to other questions. The usual ones about settling down.”

Jessica roughly adjusted the jersey in disgust and hissed, “You can’t be serious. We’re not an item, Damien!”

He shhed her with his hand while speaking low and said, “I know that, but they don’t. Please, Preciosa. I will never hear the end of it.”

“That’s not my problem.”

Damien looked ready to get on his knees and beg as he gave a pleading stare and said, “Please, Jessica! Just one day of playing the part and pretending. I’m not asking you to go to trader joes or some shit couples do on a Saturday morning; I just want a day of pumpkin picking and you pretending we’re together.”

Jessica stared for a long moment before they heard one of his sisters through the door, “Are you coming out or not? Come on and bring her out!”

Damien gave Jessica a pleading look and sighed heavily while pinching her nose bridge. “Fuck…Okay, one day. One day of pretending, and that’s it.”

Damien released a relieved sigh and smiled before Jessica adjusted herself, and Damien opened the door to greet them. Jessica came face to face with an older woman and four younger women with curious stares her way.

Damien put his arm around Jessica while introducing her as Jessica plastered a fake smile on her face. "Mamá, Hope, Isabela, Carina, Lucilla; this is Jessica Garcia." He gestured to Jessica before gesturing to each sister and his Mother. “Jessica, this is my Mamá, My older sister Hope and my younger sisters Isabela, Carina, and Lucilla.”

Jessica was bombarded by both Spanish and English as everyone seemed to talk simultaneously to introduce themselves and ask questions about her. Damien held up a hand and said, “Guys, I’m sure we can talk plenty on the car ride.”

The one sister Isabela gestured to Damien’s Jersey Jessica wore, “Oh, you’re a Mets fan!”

Jessica forced a smile even though she thought, ‘Fucking Hell.’

Twin farms Orchards, Freehold, New Jersey

Jessica inwardly cringed when Damien held her hand while walking through the grass to the rows of Pumpkins lining the field. She gave him a sideways glare as he leaned down and whispered, “Preciosa, couples hold hands.”

Jessica hissed, “Yeah, but we’re not a couple.”

“One day, Jessica. Please. “

Jessica rolled her eyes as Damien’s sisters ran ahead of them. As she whispered to him, “I’m doing it, shut up.”

Damien gave her a smile with a nod and whispered, “Just…Try to enjoy the day pretending we’re together. After today, we can return to our strictly friends-with-benefits arrangement. I promise…Please, Jessica?” His dark eyes held an intense gaze she had seen so many times in her past with eyes as blue as the Mediterranean Sea.

She stared at Damien a moment and thought to herself, ‘Stop it. That life is behind you now, and it’s not like you’re betraying anything or anyone here. This is just a casual little outing with his family. You’re just doing a friend a favor.’ She reminded herself as she huffed and looked away while Damien squeezed her hand lightly.

Jessica couldn’t help inwardly smiling as she felt his hand in hers, but this time it wasn’t a momentary touch; it lingered, and she enjoyed the feeling. A slight warmth bloomed in her chest as his fingers interlaced her own. She almost felt guilty for enjoying it, even if her brain told her she shouldn’t.

The feeling was cut short by Hope saying, “Hurry up, lovebirds! We need Damien for the heavy lifting.”

Damien smiled and retorted, “So that’s why you called me out of bed to go with you all, and here I thought you missed me.”

Damien looked at Jessica right when his sisters and Mother looked over, and Jessica forced a smile even though all she could think of was, ‘Great. I’m spending my Autumn Sunday in a fucken Mets Jersey with a guy that is strictly friends with benefits, and his family thinks we’re a fucken couple madly in love or some shit…Perfect.’

Jessica sighed to herself when Damien pulled them both towards the pumpkin patch.

Isabela said, “What? Hope, that pumpkin is downright sad. It’s tiny!… Now, that one, on the other hand.”

Damien’s face sagged when he saw the large misshapen pumpkin Isabela pointed at, and Jessica couldn’t help but lightly chuckle as Damien gawked.

“You can’t seriously expect me to carry that thing the whole time, right?” He argued.

Lucilla walked over to their brother with her own pumpkin in hand, “Isabela, it’s not even round. It’s so ugly.”

“So? It’s getting carved anyway.”

Carina gestured towards a row of medium-sized pumpkins and exclaimed, “Uh, who cares about the size and roundness when those aren’t even that orange, and they have bad spots on them.”

Jessica and Damien watched the sisters talking over each other in minor disagreements as Damien gave Jessica a sideways look and mumbled, “On second thought, if you wanted to bail, I’m sure I can come up with an excuse.”

Their Mom chimed in, lecturing them in Spanish as Hope replied, “Sorry, Mamá, we’ll just pick one each. So it doesn’t matter who picks what.” Hope gave while shooting a mild glare to her three younger sisters, who all collectively nodded or shrugged and went off looking for their perfect pumpkins.

"Preciosa, which one?" He asked while scanning the pumpkin patch.

Jessica shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me.”

Damien sighed, “Come on, Jessica. Try to act like this isn’t killing you to be here, for my sake.”

Jessica blinked at that and said, “I never said it was. I guess I’m just rusty.”

Damien ran a hand over his temple with a cringe. “I know, I know. I didn’t plan this exactly, but I want to make a decent impression, so I’m not hounded with questions.”

“You mean more than what was already asked? Carina asked me how our first date was, and Isabela asked if I planned on coming to Thanksgiving, and Hope and Lucilla wanted to know every detail imaginable.”

Damien gave an apologetic look, “Sorry for dragging you into this mess.”

Jessica eyed him for a moment. The way he looked at her and had her insides twist a bit. She released an annoyed breath through her nose before glancing at the pumpkins.

She thought, ‘The least I can do is try. It’s one day. ‘

“Okay.” She mumbled before walking over to a pumpkin. She bent down to pick it up and examine it. Her hand ran over the smooth surface before nodding. “This one.”

Damien looked slightly surprised, “You sure?”

Jessica nodded at the modestly sized pumpkin and said, “Positive.” Before she handed it to Damien, who smiled relieved and took it.

“Thanks for not picking the biggest pumpkin in this field for me to carry all day.”

Jessica gave a cheeky smirk. She looked around with a hum and said, “Hmm…Actually, maybe that one way over there?” She pointed to a much bigger pumpkin on the other side of the field.

Damien rolled his head back with a groan even if Jessica could clearly see a smirk; he tried to hide, “Oh God, please don’t start acting like my sisters. You already see what I have to fucken deal with.”

Jessica let out a huff-like chuckle, “Save it. I grew up with two overprotective older brothers. I don’t want to hear shit.”

They both walked together, giving the same witty banter and snide remarks they always did with each other, and Jessica couldn’t help thinking, ‘This really isn’t so bad. Damien’s a nice guy, his family is nice, and so far, his sisters and Mom haven’t been bad to me, and it’s a good pumpkin patch… It’s really kind of…Easy to pretend.’ She thought with a slight frown at her mixed emotions as she and Damien walked side by side.

Jessica paused when she saw the Apple Orchard a ways away on the other side of the field. Red apples hung from the faraway trees as a few people with buckets picked them. She stopped in her tracks to stare as a slow sinking feeling dropped in her stomach at all the memories an apple orchard could bring back.

A particular memory of her and the Crowned Prince sneaking off into the Applewood Manors Apple orchard for one of their ‘in-between’ moments. Laughing as he chased her before he caught her, kissing her deeply in secret while Jessica swore she would spend the rest of her life with him.

Damien instantly noticed her expression and stopped alongside her. “Jessica, is something wrong?”

Jessica shook herself and said, “No, just watching….”

Damien eyed her as she forced herself to look away. Analyzing her as she had on her poker face.

Suddenly, they were interrupted when Lucilla walked over to them and said, “Dames, Mamá, and Carina need help with their pumpkins… Jessica, if you want, we can go to the shop together and snag some cider and donuts for everyone. “

Jessica didn’t get to answer as Lucilla grabbed her hand, all while Jessica gave Damien a sideways glance as she was practically dragged away.

Damien nodded, “Sure thing. That’s my job here, apparently, Pumpkin carrier…Try not to keep Jes- my Girl, too long.” He gave Jessica a slight cringing smile as he left.

"No promises, Dames."

Jessica gave Lucilla a look as she let go of her hand, “... You’re gonna interrogate me, aren’t you?”

Lucilla shrugged, “It’s not an interrogation, just…Just Girl talk. About things about my brother.”

Jessica released an exasperated sigh as all she thought in her head, ‘Fuck my life.’

A short while later, Jessica and Lucilla had cider in their hands as they sat on a bench. Lucilla wasted no time asking, “So, how long have you known my brother?”

“Long enough. A year.”

“And we never heard about you because?”

Jessica shrugged, “We were friends first. I actually never expected…This, but here we are.” Jessica laughed slightly, trying to come off as genuine as possible.

“And uh, how did…This happen? Like, was it endless crushing on one of your parts, or did you both just randomly decide?...” She asked while trailing off.

Jessica shrugged, “I think it just kind of happened. A snarky remark here, a dig there, and before you know it, we hit it off.” Jessica gave a small smile. “I guess it was our way of flirting.”

Lucilla watched Jessica intently as Jessica sipped her cider and asked her, “So, do you know everything about Damien?”

“Um, yeah. I’m pretty sure I do.”

“Do you? Because my brother plays this cynical tough guy act to protect himself. “

Lucilla continued, “He’s had a lot of heartbreak. He won’t tell us, but this one woman he claimed was only a ‘colleague’ on the force messed him up pretty badly. The minute she ‘left’ work and was gone from his life or whatever, he became bitter and depressed. We couldn’t even say Alana’s name without him getting the biggest frown on his face and looking like a kicked puppy. There was Kai Parks; she had led him on for months. Now she is getting married. Dames has never really found his ‘Perfect Match.’ He’s become such a pessimist about relationships.

Jessica opened her mouth slightly to form the words. “I…I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well, that’s Dames. He hides everything because he doesn’t want to burden people.” She sighed and swirled her cider in her cup. “I just want to ensure he’s not dealing with another heartbreak.”

“No, I would never do that to your brother Lucilla.”

She gave Jessica a skeptical stare. “Yeah? Then can you actually see a future with my brother? He doesn’t need a fling; he needs a woman who will love him as much as he loves her. Long term.”

Jessica sighed and sat her cider down to turn to Lucilla on the bench. “Listen, Lucilla. I get it. I have two brothers of my own and my own issues with the women they’ve dated. I don’t know where this is going with Damien and me, but we’re just testing the waters now. But I can tell you I have no intentions of hurting him.”

“Then what do you love about him?”

“What?”

She sat back to stare at Jessica and replied, “I want some proof. Do you really give a shit about him, or are you just stringing him along?”

Jessica groaned internally and thought, ‘God, I’m getting grilled by a teenage.’

Jessica cleared her throat and muttered, “Well, he’s… He’s actually the most annoying jerk but in an endearing way. He’s competitive, and we clash, but we also get along just as much…Um, He’s family oriented; I can tell that already … He’s kind and passionate…Responsible… He’s protective and puts others before himself… He’d be a great Dad if he wanted that.” The more she spoke, the more her voice trailed off as her mind wandered.

Lucilla had a smile slowly stretched across her face as she said, “...I believe you.” She patted Jessica’s knee, “And I think he’s in love with you too. It’s why I grilled you so much just now, just to be sure he’s not going to get burned.”

“Uh...You think so?” Jessica cautiously asked, taken aback and blinking at Lucilla.

Lucilla exclaimed, “Of course! Have you seen the way he looks at you? Every time we looked at you two, you were both laughing at something, and he had this dumb, goofy smile every time he looked at you. Trust me; a sister knows when her brother’s in love…Right?” Lucilla nudged her a bit.

Jessica felt a strange mix of emotions she couldn’t quite place as she slowly nodded. She cleared her throat and changed the subject, “So if the interrogation is over, I think we should get these donuts for everyone before we eat them all.”

“Or we could tell them they ran out and talk some more….”

“I think the cinnamon sugar dust is a dead giveaway,” Jessica muttered as she wiped some dust off Damien’s Mets Jersey. “Besides, I told you everything so far. You want my social security number, too, in case?” Jessica chuckled.

Lucilla laughed and said, “Fine. Besides, I think that Damien’s like a prized possession you’re wearing. He’d instantly know you got something on it, and then the secret donuts would be a giveaway, and I know Isabela she’ll complain till we go back and get her some, and then Dames would cry all day that his prized shirt is ruined or some shit like that. “Lucilla gave an eye roll. “I mean, you’re a Mets fan too, obviously.”

Jessica had to hide the grimace as she forced it out. “Uh yeah. I totally love that team…Just love them.” She lied as Lucilla got up with the bag of donuts, and they walked back.

Lucilla smiled at her and said, “Well, he must love you to let you wear his prized Jersey.”

‘More like he thought it would be hilarious.’ Jessica thought.

Lucilla continued, “I like you so far.”

Jessica raised a brow, “Well, I like you too. So did I pass the test?”

Lucilla laughed, “Yeah, I think Dames finally got someone.” She gave Jessica a smile, and Jessica gave a smile back.

‘You made it. You’ve been questioned; you did the cute couple thing like holding hands; you picked the stupid pumpkin together and lied through your teeth that you liked that shitty team…After this, you can just stop and go back to the arrangement you both have. No feelings, no romance, no future together. ‘Jessica reasoned with herself as she walked behind Lucilla.

They made it back to everyone as Lucilla handed out donuts and cider. Damien came up to Jessica with a donut in hand, and she couldn’t help noticing how he looked at her, whether it was just realizing it or paranoia from Lucilla.

He asked, “So, did you get to state your case to the judge, or were you thrown the book?”

“I got my ass handed to me by a teenager.”

“Good. But hold that thought because the jury is still deciding the verdict.” He mumbled as both their gazes landed on Lucilla, whispering something to her sister Hope as they both not so subtly glanced at Jessica.

Jessica softly groaned. “Fucken great.”

“No, I actually think they like you. I mean, they haven’t said one insult to you all day. For my sisters, that’s saying something.”

Jessica gave a slight smirk as Damien bit into a donut and had sugar on the side of his mouth. Jessica pointed. “You have some on your cheek.”

Damien raised his brows and swiped his hand over but missed it twice. She finally sighed and said, “Oh jeezus, here. “As she wiped his cheek with her thumb.

Even after she got it, her touch unintentionally lingered. Both of them stared at each other as Jessica pulled away, and Carina said, “No, no! Hold that pose!”

Jessica froze as she saw Carina trying to take a picture. Damien quickly wrapped his arm around the small of her back as Jessica smiled while turning towards Damien.

Carina scoffed, “Come on, be more romantic than that!”

Jessica glanced at Damien before leaning up and hissing in his ear, “You owe me. Big.”

Damien cringed and said, “I know, fuck, I know.” Before he leaned down to hold Jessica close and plant a kiss on her cheek while Jessica gave a big smile for the camera. Years earlier, gaining experience from posing for royal media paid off as she effortlessly made it look natural.

“Perfect! God, you’re so photogenic, Jessica. Where did you learn to pose like you’re on a red carpet?”

Damien released her as Jessica shrugged, “Just practice, I guess.”

Jessica started walking with everyone who all talked amongst each other, including her in the conversation here and there, before a body of water caught her eye. Some benches and a stone Koi pond were among the red and orange trees.

She felt her heart tightening at the sight of the koi fish swimming around and a couple with their little boy watching the fish.

Damien noticed first as he asked, “Hey, Preciosa?”

She walked towards the pond away from the group as Damien looked concerned and asked again, “Jessica?”

“I’ll just be a moment.” Jessica softly gave as she watched the koi fish.

Damien stopped to watch her from afar as his sisters walked over to the koi pond. The only one behind was Damien’s Mom, who stood beside him watching the beautiful Koi pond, and Jessica.

Damien watched Jessica as she looked curiously at the Koi pond. He was falling for her hard, and there was just a softness about her when she fed the fish. His sisters were quite taken with her, with remarks here and there to Damien throughout the day about how she seemed to fit into their idea of who Damien should be with.

“Ángel, I want to talk to you about this girl.”

“Si Mamá dime (Yes, mom, talk to me).” Damien scrunched up his nose and listened to his Mother.

“I’m not a fool; this girl isn’t your girlfriend.”

Damien blinked at that as he looked down at his Mother and asked, “How do you know?”

“You look at her like you want her to be yours.”

“That obvious?” Damien gave a sigh.

“Si Hijo. What makes her special to you?”

“Mamá, when I’m with her, the nightmares go away. She makes me smile and laugh, and I can tell her anything, and she won’t judge me. I’m falling in love with her. I don’t know when it happened, but it’s happening.”

Damien looked over at Jessica, laughing with Lucilla about something as Lucilla pointed at the water. “I want more with her; I’m just afraid to ask.”

“I like her. I like her for you a lot. She is hilarious, and you can tell she is very bright. Hope likes her a lot too, and she is hard to win over.”

“Wow, Hope doesn’t like anyone.” Damien chuckled.

“This girl, is she a family girl?”

“Yea, she has two brothers she is very close to. They are cops; one is Captain, the other a Lieutenant. I actually know the older brother.”

“What about her parents?”

“They passed away. Her father was a detective, and her Mother was a Social Worker.

“I see she knows what it’s like for you and your work.”

“She is a cop too. Don’t worry; she is nothing like Alana.”

“Oh, that I can tell. Alana cared about herself. If she were like Alana, she wouldn’t be here.”

“Mamá, what do I do?”

“Sometimes you have to be willing to lose.”

Damien gazed at Jessica as she turned to give him a soft smile from the koi pond. His Mother’s words rang out in his head as they both stared at one another. Jessica’s smile slowly faded as she stared back, some unspoken conversation going on as they both struggled with what they wanted and what they allowed past the walls they built up.

Damien calmly walked over to her as she returned to looking at the koi fish with his sisters. Damien looked down at the fish as he stood beside her.

“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” Jessica finally said as Damien hummed in agreement.

They watched a bit longer before Jessica released a long sigh. Thinking to herself about her unspoken past. Of the child she lost, they nicknamed Koi, of the life she could have had with Liam.

Jessica frowned slightly as she thought, ‘Look at you, Jessica. You have a great guy standing next to you with a family that already accepts you. You have the opportunity for something here that you didn’t have in Cordonia if you just let it go and move on.’

Jessica sucked in a breath with a tight-lipped smile and thought, ‘I already said my goodbyes to Liam but not to you, Koi. I’ll never stop loving you or who you could have been, but I think I need to start learning to try and find some happiness in all of this.’ She almost felt tears in her eyes, but she closed them and held onto the sad smile on her face before walking away from the pond.

Damien watched her intently, a frown in place as he studied her. He followed her as his sisters and Mother started walking, pumpkins in hand, to pay and call it a day.

“...are you alright?” Damien asked.

Jessica nodded and replied, “Yeah, I think so.”

She and Damien hung back as he spoke in low tones, “Thanks again for this.”

“No, it was…It was fun. I actually enjoyed today with your family.”

Damien released a hearty chuckle, “Oh, don’t deny it. You secretly love my team.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I did…But you owe me for wearing a stupid Mets Jersey in public, and now Carina has it on camera.”

“Is that why your team ate shit last night?”

Damien lowered his head to whisper as he slung an arm around her as they walked, “Remember what else happened last night?”

Jessica smirked, “Remind me again later…You do owe, after all…SIR”

“All night if you need.” He promised as they walked side by side, Jessica leaning into him for the first time openly in public as Damien smiled to himself and held her close.

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dismalzelenka · 1 year

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I come screaming into your house, me hands full of lemons🍋: unrelated, but does Journey have a comfort set of clothes they wear when the sads go brr? Or is there a favorite snack they munch on when stressed??

She doesn't so much stress munch as much as just stress-consume lethal quantities of black coffee and cigarettes. Her clothes also pretty much stay consistent, she has like a handful of undershirts, flannels, and cargo pants, and she just mixes and matches at random. When the sads get real bad she steals Anders' hoodie.

#journey hawke

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julierysava · 9 months

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🍹🧊 Refreshing Juice Drinks with Ice: Beat the Summer Heat! 🌞🍹

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lemony-snickers · 1 year

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chapter 17/epilogue >>> part 16 here. and, finally, the end.

Title: Helping Hands (part 17 of 17) (AO3 Link Here) Chapter Summary: And the future brings with it the fulfillment of all promises. Chapter Word Count: 1,411 Chapter Warnings: fem!MC, suggestive content, pregnancy .

Tenzo realized, of course, he should have known the Kakashi Hatake who invited him to visit his foreign Estate while in Konoha for Gai’s nuptials would not be the same one he found upon that distant shore by the time he arrived.

And were he a more sentimental man, he might actually have found the love sickness with which his friend was so obviously afflicted quite charming. Rather, though, Tenzo found himself most usually exhausted by the exceptional affections so obviously on display for the duration of his visit to Hatake Manor.

Not because he did not like the charming woman with which his Senpai had become enamored, nor because he was not indeed extremely happy for his friend to have found some love and happiness in a world he had thought so recently devoid of it entirely.

No, of course not; for those were all good things. All things which he could cherish in his own way as a friend of the Lord—and now, he liked to think, of the Caretaker, too.

It was the noise, honestly, that did him in.

By the time Tenzo had stayed his month and four days at the House, he could not recall the last occasion upon which he’d had the pleasure of sleeping soundly through the evening. For it seemed no matter how great the Manor might be in scope and size, the voices of Lord Kakashi and his Caretaker carried well within every hall given the right opportunity—of which they had a seemingly endless supply.

That the pair had apparently deluded themselves for so long that they were not obviously and hopelessly in love appeared to him more than folly, and he said as much.

“Are you really so stupid?” he asked Lord Kakashi as they rode together over the vast grounds of the Estate one afternoon. “Did you really think you could avoid her in such close proximity?”

He didn’t mention how he heard them each night, singing their love for one another long and loud from his bedchamber, but his ears turned red anyway, as he thought about it. Even the snoring of Bull, who he had coerced into his room the night before by offering him a bit of meat leftover from his supper, had not been enough to drown out the riotous sounds of their lovemaking.

Lord Kakashi chuckled. “I supposed from an outside perspective, it might seem very foolish, indeed, that I ever considered denying my true feelings.”

“And her,” Tenzo said, shaking his head, “she’s as bad as you are.”

The fond smile that flourished over Lord Kakashi’s face made it clear he agreed, though also that he thought no less of her for it.

Tenzo smiled broadly, shaking his head again as he kicked his horse to prompt him into a gallop. “I’m happy for you!” he called over his shoulder, “Though I shall be glad to get a full night’s rest when I return home!”

Lord Kakashi had blushed mightily at the assertion before regaining his wits well enough to speed off after his friend.

The Caretaker attempted to maintain a proper distance as she bid Tenzo farewell upon the afternoon of his eventual departure, but in a last strange show of his true feelings, he pulled her into a rather crushing hug instead.

“Thank you,” he whispered earnestly against her ear, “for taking care of him.”

She giggled as she pulled away, smiling happily, “I assure you, he does quite the same for me.”

Tenzo hummed thoughtfully as he stepped back, crashing a hand onto Lord Kakashi’s shoulder so roughly the other man’s knees buckled.

“Don’t let him string you along forever,” Tenzo said teasingly, “be sure he makes an honest wife of you soon.”

Both Lord Kakashi and the Caretaker remained blushing and sputtering long after Tenzo made it into his carriage, still laughing heartily at having left the couple in such an embarrassed state.

His fun at their expense would last him the entire voyage home, and induce both Gai and Shizune into a similar fit of amusement upon his retelling of the exchange.

Neither Lord Kaksahi nor the Caretaker spoke of it for a long while after Tenzo left, preferring to regain their rhythm in the wake of his leaving. Despite all that shared history, their love still felt too new; vulnerable as a sapling, and requiring just as much careful tending to ensure its roots might grow strongly into the earth.

The Caretaker finally moved the last of her belongings from her old bedroom, which was surrendered fully to the dogs in her absence as she joined Lord Kakashi officially in his own chambers.

That the happy—and quiet—little life they carved out together was enough for them would be an understatement of immense proportions.

For the two of them spent the next year in contented bliss, caring for the House and the grounds together, reading in the parlor every evening before retiring to their shared room to lavish one another with their private affections.

Truthfully, and upon more than one occasion, their desires took hold of them in the library or the kitchen, and Lord Kakashi groaned when he considered the way she sometimes looked at him smirkingly as they worked, knowing the influence such a thing had on him.

Still, it was not until some time that next summer that Lord Kakashi gathered the courage to broach the subject of marriage with her.

“I never considered whether I might marry again,” he explained softly as they stared at one another beneath the golden slip of the morning sun.

The Caretaker did not wake so early anymore, or at least, did not rise from her bed at such a young hour. Rather, the couple took to waking early and then spending time in the quiet morning together, talking of their plans for the future or their dreams or that which required tending around the house before they finally rose for their breakfast and began tackling the tasks of the day together.

She smiled at him softly that particular morning, as she so often did; luxuriating in the way his hands roved her shoulders and back aimlessly—the faint caresses borne of comfort and intimacy over the months they had spent learning one another.

And the secret she had been keeping for several weeks, now, seemed at last to have been provided the proper opportunity for its disclosure.

“Though I have no need for titles or acknowledgements myself,” she said, letting her fingers trace along his jaw and then up to the scar over his eye before brushing his hair away from his face tenderly, “I do think your child has a right to be recognized as your true and rightful heir.”

It took a moment for Lord Kakashi to register her words, eyes searching her face instinctively for any hint of deception or ruse.

“You are with child?” he asked.

The wide smile which overtook her face was all the answer he required. He pulled her to him, one hand resting already protectively over her belly while the other threaded into her hair, and dragged her face to meet his in a sloppy, delighted kiss; both of them far too busy grinning as they basked in the revelation to care for whether it was a good kiss at all.

Lord Kakashi married his second wife shortly thereafter and despite all the rumors which abounded about the provenance of his betrothed and the circumstances by which they became acquainted—the conditions of how and when they fell in love, as if such a thing could ever be quantified or accurately measured—neither of them cared in the slightest.

Lord and Lady Hatake had always chosen their own way. And no sharp tongue or cutting glance could ever deter them from the happiness they so quietly sought, and eventually found, with one another.

For no two people had ever been better meant for each other than the pair who found genuine and deep affection in the house that would be known evermore, through many ensuing generations, as Hatake Manor. Though the House itself often sat empty while its original occupants travelled, enjoying a life of ripe adventure and passion even as their family grew, it would remain forever their one and only true home, cared for always in equal measure by the hands of the handsome and eccentric Lord Hatake and his very dear, very clever Caretaker.

#lemony scribbles #🍋 mix and match #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #fem!reader #historical au #tw suggestive #tw pregnancy #long-winded historical au clusterfuck #this isn't new! i'm just catching up on things i posted to ao3 during my tumblr hibernation!

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camillejones · 11 months

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mrskurono · 2 years

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just woke up and i think im still drunk from last night but imagine a cuddly drunk izuku????? my heart cant take it

and if he keeps drinking he gets horny and needy??????? dead, that's how i am at the thought🍋

I'm pretty sure I'm still not entirely back from how stoned my wife and I were last night 😂 But if I didn't admit to how much I think about Izuku intoxicated....oh....god....so much. Might as well just make my thoughts known right?? *cough* and a few other's I've been thinking about *cough cough*

tags: fem!Reader, headcanons, drug use (edibles (all three) + alcohol (Izuku & Toyua)), crossfaded af, needy bois, emotional bois, smutty smut, what else do you expect?

character(s): Izuku Midoroya (bnha), Bakugou Katsuki (bnha), Toyua Todoroki (bnha)

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

Izuku is one of those people that you feel safe with no matter what level of intoxicated you are; but the real fun is when you're both fucked up.

He can't hold his liquor.

Get him a little nibble of an edible or a puff and then we're talking about someone who can do a little better than one sip and call it good.

Being crossfaded with Izuku is heavenly.

Calloused strong hands roam over every inch of you. Rolling his hips against you, panting in your ear, sweet taste of something fruit on his lips when you suck on his tongue, raging hard on that just won't go away.

Izuku is a mess in a good way.

Won't leave you alone as you both giggle and make out, sloppy and messy the entire time.

Definitely a little bolder than sober Izuku and momma likes.

Service top energy doesn't take a day off even when he's intoxicated

Izuku surpasses his stamina with ease

Giggling and gasping against your lips as he pulls you down on his cock, whining and laughing about how sensitive he is but won't stop thrusting to match the way you grind down on him.

Soak his cock for all he cares, his bodies just numb enough that everything feels like it lasts forever and Izuku can definitely last all night.

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

Fucking Bakugou up in the best way possible ♡

Staying just a tiny bit more sober than he is to enjoy the full spectacle of the show ♡

Everything on him is sensitive, his hips, his nipples, his ears.

Man is a moaning mess while being so stoned he can't move even a muscle, just his fists clenched in the linens while you play with him like a doll.

Flush red color to his chest and nipples pink and perky from prolonged playing with them.

Alcohol doesn't do much for him but sit on him and pop a few edibles in his mouth though, now you have an all night toy with a cock that won't stop leaking ♡

Probably just from having his chest sucked on ♡

Panting and begging you to do something only to be met with a cheeky "What do you want Katsuki?" but he's too far gone to coherently tell you.

Takes a hell of a lot of trust but nothing unwinds the pro better than giving himself to you under the influence.

Denies it but it turns him on throughout the week thinking about the weekend and the next time you can play with him ♡

𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐮𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

Like Bakugou this takes a hell of a lot of trust for Toyua. Like even when it happens you're still stunned that he wanted it.

But what is Toyua but a dramatic whore? (especially for you)

So after a few drinks in him and Toyua wants more, who are you to say no?

He'll drink till the edibles kick into so don't you worry he's on the train heading to fuck up vill.

Hits him all at once, needs his clothes off, wants you to touch him, whiny voice and gasping moans.

Just the way he reacts when you undo his zipper has him gripping your wrists and his hips rutting against the fabric of his own pants.

Horny mess of emotions.

Poor baby is a mess and wants to make a mess ♡

Edge him while he pants and drools. Some mixed drink flavored spit seeping out of the corner of his mouth as you sit between his legs and play with his cock.

Will let you do it as long as you want, he can't tell what time it is anyways.

Cums like a fountain and keeps cumming ♡

Leaving you a little impressed when he's covered and your hands are sticky and Toyua is already sobbing for more.

He's so vunerable and needy how are you gonna not fuck his pretty little brains out like this ♡

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millepara · 2 years

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✨🎈 Poporty Spice 🏸✨

it’s my coord for the Pop x Sporty mix coord contest. this is my best contest coord by far, because I didn’t have to match two themes with one item. (pop and sporty are both tastes, so it's only one or the other.)

having that green line accent tying the main pieces together is the kind of high quality coordinate you can expect from a

Poporty! Winner like myself. 🍋 🥗 🍊

#milk idol diary #primagi arcade #rival primagistas too. i think theyre other players entries and not the computer #which is neat! but then who shows up for the very first person to play the contest #milks coord contest

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could i request a drabble of shower sex with bokuto or kuroo? thank you :)

Hi Anon!!! I like your style! OFC I would love to give you this!!! I love Bokuroo so much!!! I included both because I couldn’t chose.

WC: 766 🍋

NSFW TW: Poly Relationship, men kissing, poly oral, Double Penetration, GN Reader, Double Cream Pie, Shower Sex.

Your skin was slick from the suds as you were pressed between the two men. Bokuto holding you up in a full Nelson behind you, making your back fit into his large chest, you could feel his heavy cock tease your aching opening. Kuroo took your lips and moaned into your kiss as he tasted you upon his tongue. You felt Kuroo’s digits caress down the line of your body before you felt him reach back and guide Bo’s throbbing cock to slide into your fluttering, greedy, walls causing Bokuto to curse into your ear whining how good it felt to be inside. You let your head fall back, eyes rolling into your skull, as Bokuto’s extra girthy length stretched you, testing your limits.

His grip behind your knees tightened as his thick arms moved your body up and down his cock. “Oh, f-fuck, baby you feel sooo fucking good.” His praises fill your head making your brain match the fog from the hot shower. You almost lost your sanity when you suddenly felt Kuroo’s hot tongue lick a strip up your sex before latching on to you and suckling while he reached between your legs and messaged Bokuto’s heavy sack making his hips stutter while pounding into your sweet spot. The squelching sound from your own arousal filled the echoing bathroom turning the coil of your oncoming release.

Kuroo moaned into both of your sexes as he flattened his tongue and felt the veins on Bo’s dick slide across his tongue while it was thrusting in and out of your sopping hole when he bottomed out. “F-FUUCKKK P-PLEASE…N-NEED YOU T-Too!! Tets!!!” You cried out and wanted to be filled by both of your men. Kuroo stood and fisted his rock hard dick. “Chibi-Chan you want both of these hard cocks inside, hmmm?” You couldn’t answer, you could only whine as you felt the fat head of Bokuto’s dick abuse your pleasure spot making your toes curl. You felt Bo slow down his pace while you reached an arm out to hook around Kuroo’s thick neck. He chuckled when he heard Bo whimper at slowing down. “You two are gonna be the death of me.” Kuroo pumped his fat cock a couple more times, moaning out your name as he positioned the thick head to your opening already filled with Bo.

“Oh fuck, Tetsuuuuu, ohhh fuck.” Bo was becoming breathless and growled into you as he felt the fat head of Kuroo slowly slide alongside his own dick. You were stretched to the point where it stung for a brief moment before mixing with pleasure from being sandwiched between the two. Kuroo reached back and brought his lips to Bo’s, you watched moaning at the display, their tongues mashed together as Kuroo slowly drug out of your gaping hole with Bokuto before they both slammed back into you. You began to scream for more as you felt from both of their heavy sacks slap your ass. The grip behind your knees became bruising and Kuroo began to shake from the feeling of tightness that sucked him and Bokuto into you.

The tightrope of your earth shattering climax began to fray making reality begin to shatter, Bokuto begged to cum behind you making you feel it through your bones. “Tets!! You feel so fucking good, they are so fucking tight, cant…gonna fucking cum.” Bokuto cursed louder, feeling the way kuroo thrusted on top of him his hips began to stutter. “Chibi-Chans!!! Fuuuck, Kou, fucking cum for me! I’m gonna, hnnnggghh, cum now!! Listening to his command you reached the peak and felt yourself tumble down as. You convulsed and clamped down on both men causing them to cry out your name. You felt the pulsing if their hot sticky streams paint you white inside and felt it overflowing from your hole.

Catching your breath collectively, listening to the hot shower stream, Bokuto kissed the nape of your neck while Kuroo placed kisses upon your cheeks and lips before searching for Bo’s lips. Your limbs were jelly as you felt Bo carefully lift you off of them while Kuroo held you letting you slip down his body until your toes reached the floor. “Next time I want Kou to be in front, mmkay?” Kuroo chuckled as he held you tight reaching for Bokuto's hand and entwining his fingers with his. “Okay Chibi-Chan, let’s get you cleaned up and sit in the tub together.” You sighed and nodded into the slick chest of your lover feeling Bokuto slid his hand up your spine sending another fiery path of desire.

#hqintheclub #animecentral #2d men #husbando #haikyuu!!#bokuto #kuroo tetsuro drabble #haikyuu koutarou #hq x reader #🍋

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consul-valerius · 3 years

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Pledging Their Allegiance

@midsummer-masquerade Day Two: Role Reversal and Overstimulation

Pairing: Lucio x Donna x Valerius

In which Lucio and Donna show their devotion to the new “Count of Vesuvia,” and Valerius says to hell with being good.

Contains: biting and marking, trans masc Lucio, male chastity cages, anal fingering, temp play, anal sex, oral sex, finger sucking, collars, nipple play, dom/sub dynamics, praise mixed with slight degradation, and brief choking (it doesn’t take Valerius long to go mad with power)

🔞 🍋 18+ Minors Do Not Interact🍋🔞

The two lovers quickly stepped out of their latest stop around the palace, feathers notably stuck in their hair. Fingers linked together, they weaved through the languid crowd, motivated by their “anonymity.” Still were still so giddy, a flush and glow to their skin even in the murky light of the hallway.

“How was that for you, darling?” Valerius pulled Donna aside by their waist, settling nicely between two vases and out of the way. He thought he could feel their heartbeat, still, a mischievous smile on their face. Their hair was settling back down to a flushed hue.

“This is… everything,” they sighed, looping their arms around his neck. Their matching collars jingled softly; notably, each collar had a jade piece fashioned into half a heart, another indicator that they were not only Nadia’s but each other’s. “And you do this every year?”

“Mm, it’s a tradition Lucio really leaned into,” Valerius murmured, tilting their chin up so he could better see their lips. Donna nuzzled closer, standing up on their tiptoes to close the gap between them. “One of his few sound decisions.”

“You do love your traditions, don’t you?”

And then they sealed their lips together, the lingering taste of sweet champagne still on their lips. Valerius pulled them in closer, one of his hands trailing, slowly, to their ass and squeezing. He felt for their chain and gave it a teasing pull, grinning as Donna lightly gasped into his mouth. Seizing the opportunity, his tongue pushed past their lips, pressing down and against theirs. Moaning, Donna tangled their fingers through his hair, free from its usual braid, inviting him in closer, welcoming him in.

“Don’t you two look cute together?”

On instinct, the two pulled away from each other, twisting to see who was addressing them. There was still something about being in the palace, even with their masks on, that still put them on alert.

“Speak of the devil, and he will come,” Donna sighed, their expression quickly melting into a neutral smile. Valerius tsked, turning his cheek. “Isn’t the point of a masquerade supposed to be that no one can tell who you are, Lucy?”

“Who?” Lucio grinned wider, puffing his chest out. He was, of course, dressed to the nines. A red, fluffy robe billowed out from him, an intricate body harness with gold embellishing clearly visible and pushing his pecs together. He was already strapped, the gold phallus matching his prosthetic and hanging proudly between his legs. He had swapped the gauntlet for his standard arm, the gold twinkling in the dim light of the hallway. His mask was, not surprisingly, gold with red jewels decorating it, mimicking his style of makeup. Donna shamelessly looked him up and down, appreciating the thin stockings that highlighted his legs. Gods, as much as he aggravated them, they could never deny how nice his legs were. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, stranger, who I have never met before.”

“Oh please,” Valerius huffed, crossing his arms. Lucio placed his arm on the wall behind him, cornering him. He slinked his other around Donna’s waist, never one to exclude.

“What’s the matter, Val? Upset that it’s taken me so long to give you some attention?”

“In your dreams, maybe,” Valerius rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks. Donna leaned in closer, biting back their own comment. It wasn’t often that Lucio was right, and they certainly wouldn’t be the person to make note of it. “Don’t you have to be rowdy somewhere?”

“Right here, baby,” Lucio dropped his voice low, a growl rumbling from his chest. Donna could feel Valerius tremble. “How about we strangers get properly introduced, huh? Somewhere a bit more private?”

“... fine.”

***

“Let’s play a game.”

The sleeves on Donna’s robe were already slipping down, their voice rougher with their growing need. It wasn’t often they spent time with Lucio like this, so intimately; normally Nadia and Valerius were calling their attention too much to focus on him. Now though, kneeling side by side, they were both eyeing Valerius up like hounds corning their prey. Valerius was surprised to see Donna’s hair had shifted to bright blonde; like this, the pair reminded him much of Mercedes and Melchior. He gulped, reclining back into the bed they were sharing, not hating the idea of being their next meal. Internally he cursed them for not asking Nadia to undo his cage, but he was sure they did it on purpose to toy with him further.

“What are you thinking, Don-Don?”

Donna smirked, linking their fingers with Lucio’s and giving his knuckles quick kisses.

“Let’s play pretend! You,” Donna rested their other hand on Valerius’s chest, walking their fingers up to his throat to play with his collar. “Can be the imprudent, spoiled Count of Vesuvia. And you are his very loyal, very obedient consul.”

They rested their head on Lucio’s shoulder, slowly trailing their hand up his thigh, pulling and snapping his stocking. Valerius whimpered, face unbearably hot, as he watched the two strip in front of him.

“And you…?” Valerius managed to ask, trying and failing to remain composed. Donna glanced over to him, grinning as Lucio slipped off their robe in a fluid motion, revealing their breasts fully.

“Me? No one you should concern yourself with, Count Valerius. Not when you have such a dutiful servant before you, hmm?”

Donna had to stop themself from laughing at Valerius’s face; he groaned, his constraints near painful now, as he watch Donna slip off Lucio’s robe fully. The use of his new “title” was clearly undoing him already; his chest rose rapidly, nipples erect. With Donna rubbing up his sides and chest, Lucio playfully tugged on the chain connecting Valerius’s piercings. He cried out, clutching the sheets beneath him, tangling his legs further into the sheets.

“Oh yeah, I can get into this,” Lucio purred, shivering slightly as Donna removed his robe completely. They folded it discreetly as Lucio mounted the new “Count”, pinning him between his legs. Valerius quickly seized him by the back of his neck, pulling him into a sloppy, much needed kiss.

Humming, Donna kept their eyes on them as much as possible as they checked the drawers for lubricant. Valerius was already moaning wantonly, grinding up to feel the chill of Lucio’s cock on his thighs. He moaned into Lucio’s mouth, their teeth clinking together, neither able to remain in control. Lucio pulled back to nip at his neck, toying with the jade on his collar.

“Ah, you make the best noises, my dear count,” Lucio panted into his neck, smirking at the way Valerius writhed and twisted in his arms. “Tell me, my liege, how shall I serve you? What do you want from your subservient consul?”

Valerius tugged Lucio close, clawing at his skin, tugging on his harness, anything to get as much friction as he could.

“You’re going to fuck me,” Valerius hissed, his hair wild in behind him. “You’re going to fuck me until I can’t even think anymore, and you’re not stopping until I say so.”

Lucio laughed into the crook of his neck, an airy sound. Always punctual, Donna handed the new consul a glass vial. Lucio eyed it up before sticking his tongue out at them. Valerius huffed, blowing a piece of his hair from his face, already impatient.

“Lend me a hand, stranger?” Lucio purred, coaxing Donna to kneel next to him. Needing no further explanation, Donna laughed, uncorking the bottle. Valerius moaned, spreading his legs on instinct, as if the sound alone moved his body.

“Oh, what an honor it would be to prepare our beloved count,” Donna teased, coating their fingers with oil. Lucio smiled wider as their hair briefly burst with a deep purple color, their fingers shimmering with a light magic. Before Valerius could react, he was gasping out in pleasure. The oil was hot, not enough to burn him, but enough to jolt him. Donna reclined on their arm as they worked in their first finger, pouring more oil to his entrance as they massaged and fingered him with a painful slowness. Lucio leaned down to bring his tongue to Valerius’s nipples, savoring the metallic taste as he toyed with his piercing there. It earned him a high pitched shriek from Valerius; his back was arched off the bed as he clung to the sheets for dear life. His cock was aching by now, every spark of pleasure only an added torture.

“D-Donna--!”

“Hmm? Who’s that, your excellency?” the “stranger” mused, pressing their second finger in now. Valerius shuddered, sucking in through his teeth as he met them with some resistance. Still, they worked slowly, diligently, the warmth and oil relaxing him. In no time he was taking both of their fingers with ease, rutting his hips to meet their hand. They curled just right inside of him, the pressing pressure egging him on more and more. The entire time Lucio was licking and biting along his chest, leaving bright markings against his pecs. Valerius couldn’t help but muse if it was because of Nadia’s mark-- Lucio was never one to be out done, after all. The sensations of it all were already too much for Valerius; he could do little but moan and beg for more. He was mortified to see he was drooling; he was sure Donna had done more than just warm their fingers, not wanting to believe they had overpowered him already without magic.

“You look beautiful like this,” Lucio huffed, his voice huskier. Valerius trembled at feeling his breath on his throat, leaning his neck up more for him. “How lucky we are to serve you like this.”

Valerius let out a choked sob as Donna added a third finger, keeping their pace even and controlled. They were smirking down at him, eyes half lidded and white teeth peaking out in the dark of the room. Gods, he wanted them on him right now, but he couldn’t find the words to ask for it.

“He feels good and ready, consul,” Donna purred, trailing their nail down the back of Lucio’s neck. “I think he may burst if you don’t fuck him senseless.”

“It would be in poor taste to leave our Count waiting, wouldn’t it?” Lucio quirked a brow at Valerius as he slinked back between his legs. Donna easily traded places with him, keeping Valerius’s head in their lap and running their fingers through his hair. Valerius groaned, pushing back into the cushion of their thighs as Lucio pointed the gold phallus right to his entrance. Teasing, he rubbed the tip in circles around it, only applying enough pressure to hitch Valerius’s breath.

“Wh--”

“I need your word first, my wonderful Count,” Lucio growled, pulling Valerius’s legs apart wider. Valerius whined, shutting his eyes in frustration.

“I already told you,” he huffed, voice strained and shrill. “Take your cock and fuck me already! Are you really that incompetent that you can’t--”

Valerius’s voice broke off into a broken scream, his eyes flying open as he arched his back off the bed again. Lucio had plunged forward, dragging his nails down the meat of Valerius’s thighs as he rutted into him. Donna giggled, cooing down at him and stroking his cheeks. Trembling, he pushed himself further down the bed, meeting each of Lucio’s thrusts eagerly. His eyes crossed to try and look at Donna’s fingers slipping into his mouth. He was mortified how instantly he began lapping at them, sucking and slipping his tongue between them.

“We truly have a wonderful slut of a Count, consul,” Donna sneered, fingering his mouth with almost an air of boredom. Valerius whimpered into them, drool trailing down his neck. “He takes it in both ends like one, anyway.”

“Fuck, this feels amazing,” Lucio panted, slapping their hips together over and over. “I bet you didn’t even need our little friend here to work you open. I bet you would take me like this all on your own. Isn’t that right, your excellency? Count of whores.”

Valerius cried out into Donna’s hand, his brows knit together. He couldn’t speak, his thoughts coming in like frantic bees. One thought was a constant: Take this fucking cage off of me.

Donna hummed, spider-walking their other hand down Valerius’s body. They poked around his pelvis, notably avoiding his caged cock. Valerius groaned, angry, shaking his head. Lucio laughed, cruel, not slowing down his thrusts. Pushing their fingers out from his mouth, Valerius finally spoke again, his voice broken.

“Take it off of me, Donna,” he begged, his plea frantic. “I need it off now! Please!”

“Who is--”

Donna gasped as Valerius grabbed their throat, tugging them down to his face. Their hair quickly shifted to crimson as he bared his teeth at them, their breath lost in their throat.

“I’m your god damn count, and I want this stupid cage off of me.”

Lucio paused his thrusting, blinking his wide eyes. For a moment he regretted taking the reins for this game, but then again, the night was still young. Donna choked and sputtered, Valerius’s grip on their neck tightening. Shuddering, they waved their fingers over his cage; it burst open with ease.

“Now get down there and suck me off while that ass fucks me. And you’ll swallow every precious drop of my cum, understand?” Valerius hissed it against their lips, his teeth grazing Donna’s trembling bottom lip. They nodded their head quickly, another choked gasp strangled out of them. Content, Valerius shoved them away, reseating himself on the pillows. “Did I tell you to stop? Get back to the one thing you’re good for now.”

Donna and Lucio quickly sprang to action. It didn’t take much for Valerius to become fully erect; Donna kept one hand at the base of his cock, the other stroking his sack as they licked up the length of his cock before swallowing it down. Lucio had picked his pace back up, tugging him closer as Valerius moaned freely, clutching the pillows and sheets below him. Fuck he hated how good they were doing, hated how undone he had become so easily. Lucio could always do this to him, dishevel him to the point that he was cursing like a common sailor, like a common whore. And his little Donna; their shocked expression was replaying in his head over and over, the sound of their choked gasp like music to his ears. It was always so good to knock them back into place, to feel those trembling full lips on his cock, choking it down with need, with urgency.

Gods, it was all too much. Shouting, Valerius pushed Donna down fully to the base of his cock, not warning them properly before shooting his seed down their throat. Knowing that his orgasm would spite Nadia only made it all the more sweeter. And feeling Donna swallow every drop was the icing on the cake.

Trembling Lucio fell back to sit on his butt, panting. His makeup was smeared, hair wild. Donna’s own hair was frizzy now, their face wet, mouth open as they tried to gasp for air. Valerius writhed in his afterglow, biting down on his bottom lip as he grinned like the cat who stole all the cream.

Good boy be damned; he was very pleased savoring his first victory of the night.

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