#Said bastardization which stopped me watching for a good long while

[kissitbttr]

miguel with a jealous fiance

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“stare a little longer and you might actually kill her, y/n” jess chuckles as she follows your eyesight, spotting miguel being flirted by a woman whom you’ve never seen before.

you and miguel are attending a gala fundraiser. run by some rich bastard named ‘bruce wayne’. he didn’t want to go at first, but because mr. wayne had sent the invitations to you both himself, it would be rude not to attend. plus, it’s best if he’s out and try to socialize, make some new friends instead.

but now you’re starting to regret the decision when you see some red haired getting cozy with your man. she keeps touching his arm, giggling obnoxiously at something he said. which pisses you off because your fiancé is not that funny.

Ignoring jess’s comment, you twirl the wine glass softly, emerald green manicured nails clicking against it. you bite the inside of your cheek with cold eyes dead set on the girl. you wanted to laugh at how that woman had been trying too hard to catch his attention.

miguel isn’t doing anything rather than answering without holding an eye contact, casually sipping his whiskey on rock as he searches through the crowd. you could tell he’s annoyed. but it wouldn’t be polite for him to tell her to fuck off, would it?

god, you wish he had the balls to actually do it.

“you know he wouldn’t do such thing right?”

scoffing as if it’s the most stupid question ever, you nod. of course he wouldn’t. he’s too damn crazy about you.

“i know. it’s her i don’t trust” you mutter, almost growling. “that bitch could clearly see he has a ring on his finger. she fucking blind or something?!”

jess could only laugh while shaking her head. she thinks you and miguel are too much alike. a perfect pair. “then show her who’s the boss.”

“oh i will” you respond with hesitation, gulping down every last drop of your drink before setting the glass down on the table. “be right back”

with that, you flick your hair over your shoulder, adjusting the straps of your silky emerald green dress and begin walking towards your fiancé’. jess’s commentary about ‘try not to kill her’ from behind fall deaf upon your ears.

sorry, jess. no promises.

you could feel all eyes on you as you walk. it’s hard not to. men and women craning their shoulders to get a better look at the beautiful woman who looks like she’s invented class and beauty herself. the world completely stop when you walk through the crowd.

and not to be cocky or anything, but you’re fully aware of how gorgeous you are. with curves that look like built by the gods themselves, full plump soft lips and long, beautiful thick hair that cascade down to your back and eyes sharp enough to draw sailors if you were ever a siren.

it’s like looking at freyja the goddess whom paid a visit on earth.

as miguel’s eyes continues to scan through the busy evening filled with mindless chatters, his dark red irises then stop at you. a small grin creeps to his face when he sees you walking towards him with your head held up high.

but your eyes aren’t on him, it’s on the woman.

“i just think, that you are sooo-“

“so what?” you cut her off with a fake smile and arms crossed over your chest. standing beside your soon to be husband, you watch how the woman’s eyes then flicker to your figure. “making friends without me, my love? how impolite”

miguel shakes his head, his hand quick enough to snake around your waist pulling you close. “of course not, mi vida. this is—“

“not interested. so, you wanna fuck my husband?” your voice coming off venomous, glaring at the woman who seems to be shocked at your question.

a sigh escape from miguel’s mouth, one that implies ‘this is not going to be good’

the woman has her mouth hang wide open as she struggles to respond. she can’t exactly decide whether she’s intimidated by you or attracted to you.

“i—i’m so sorry… I didn’t know he had a wife—“

with a scoff, you roll your eyes. “you’ve been eyeing and talking to my man for at least twenty minutes. you’re saying that your eyesight is so fucking jacked you couldn’t even see the ring on his finger?!”

miguel could only stand there and listening to you scold the woman. because if there’s one thing he learned being with you? is that to not meddle or interrupt.

she shakes her head rapidly, stuttering out a nervous response, “n-no! i—i—I did see it, i j-just thought—“

“oh you did see it!” you exhale a sarcastic laugh. “and what, you think it’s okay to flirt with someone else’s husband when clearly he has no interest?! you really think he’s gonna go for you, sweetheart?”

the tone of your voice is far from polite. miguel could sense that, and he squeezes your waist in attempt for you to take it easy on the girl but you only shrug it off and pay no mind to it.

the woman look like she’s about to cry by how you’re scolding her. shaking quiet a bit and embarrassed that her flirty gesture had failed to steal someone else’s man.

“i’m s-sorry… I’m—i—“

“you” your raise your finger at her face. “need to get the fuck out of my sight before i drag you by the hair and beat your ass hard that no one will ever recognize that pretty face of yours again.”

she nods quickly at that, taking her champagne flute before walking away quickly. you’re still fuming on the inside. glaring at the back of that girl’s head until she’s fully disappears.

“damn, mami” miguel lowly whistles, a dark chuckle follows after as he moves to stand in front of you. hand around your waist still attached, pulling you close to him. “you’re so sexy when you get jealous.”

jealous. you hate that word.

everyone needs to know that you don’t take it lightly when it comes to miguel. he belongs to you and vice versa. and if you have to beat a bitch up to get your point across, then so be it.

“let’s get one thing straight, miguel. I don’t get jealous” You emphasize the word as you turn your focus on Miguel, giving him a stern look. “I get territorial. they need to know that you’re my man. I see a girl trying to take over my territory, then consider her fucking finished. you got that?”

miguel can’t argue with the fact that you just turned him on just by saying that. especially when you come off as demanding like this. It’s one of the reason why he fell in love with you.

bossy. ambitious. confident. and Independent. traits that miguel loves in a woman.

he smirks, looking down at you as he clicks his tongue against his bottom teeth. “yes, ma’am” he replies with a nod.

you nod back, crossing your arms. “good.”

“and just when i thought you couldn’t get any sexier” he shakes his head, squeezing your ass before leaning down a bit to give you a kiss on your cheek. “you do”

rolling your eyes, you lightly shove his shoulder. yet you can’t help but blush at the gesture. “easy there… we’re in public.”

he cocks an eyebrow, palm not leaving your ass. “and when has that ever stopped you before, mi amor?”

you bite your lower lip softly, remembering the times when you and miguel had done it over and over outside the comfort of your home.

yeah, both of you are pretty experimental.

“bathroom in 5. don’t keep me waiting”

#miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara

[archiveluna]

being in a weird situationship with farleigh... <3 inspired by the song boyfriend by ariana grande ft. social house

WARNINGS ✧ none i think? ooc farleigh maybe, situationship? my bad writing… it’s been 7 years. written on my iphone at 1am while sleep deprived </3 sorry in advance! i also suck at writing endings ◡̈

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‘you ain’t my boyfriend and i ain’t your girlfriend but you don’t want me to see nobody else and i don’t want you to see nobody’

you could feel him glaring at you from all the way across the room but made no move to look his way. if he could go around hooking up with random people, then you had the right to do as you please also.

wether he’d like to admit it or not, farleigh was a jealous man, especially when it came to you and there was only so much he could take before storming your way, his long legs reaching you in record time and dragging you away from the confused boy who you’d been previously talking to.

‘even though you ain’t mine, i promise the way we fight make me feel like we just in love’

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped your mouth. was he being serious? the only thing holding you back from causing a scene being the people around you guys and the not so subtle eyes of his cousin and friends watching everything unfold. god.. you knew coming to this party was a bad idea. “not sure what you mean.” you shrugged.

he nodded his head in a mocking way, pursing his lips. “hm, right. so this isn’t you getting back at me for the other day, is it? because i told you-“

“getting back at you?” you cut him off shaking your head in disbelief. “get over yourself farleigh. am i not allowed to talk to other people? not everything’s about you, you know.” except this totally was about him. you almost groaned when you saw the smirk forming on his lips. that bastard. he knew, of course he did.

‘i know we be so complicated lovin you sometimes drive me crazy cause i can’t have what i want and neither can you’

you refused to meet his eyes when he called out your name, arms crossed looking at the people dancing around you. farleigh chuckled, taking a step closer. you took one back in return. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were jealous.” his tone was teasing, and you didn’t have to look at him to know he still had that infuriatingly attractive smirk on his face. i am. “of what? you’re not my boyfriend, you can do whatever you want.” you looked up at him, doing your best to appear nonchalant. farleigh laughed, throwing his head back like you had said the funniest joke he’s ever heard, which only served to agitate you more.

his eyes were practically sparkling when he looked down at you, his hands reaching to cup your face despite your failed attempts to push him away. “i didn’t fuck her. if that’s what you’re pissed about, all we did was make out...” he trailed off unsure if he should say what he was thinking. the way he was looking at you made your cheeks warm up, but you refused to speak. you wanted him to say it. you knew what he wanted to say, and as stupid as it sounded, you refused to be the first one to break. “i haven’t slept with anyone for months now actually.” his hands now resting on your hips squeezed them lightly.

farleigh admitting that shouldn’t of felt as good as it did, but it was as if you could feel a weight lifting off your shoulders. you hoped for a different kind of confession, but this was also nice to know. although you weren’t all that happy that he was still going around shoving his tongue down other peoples throats you couldn’t exactly complain either. he wasn’t your boyfriend. you had to remind yourself of that.

‘but you ain’t my boyfriend and i ain’t your girlfriend but you don’t want me to touch nobody else baby, we ain’t gotta tell nobody’

“like i said, farleigh, you’re free to do whatever you want. nothing is stopping you.” farleigh let out a mixture of what sounded like a groan and laugh, pulling you closer to him without you attempting to push him away this time around. “you” he paused to pinch your cheek softly. “are so fucking stubborn, did you know that?”

you couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped your lips as you looked up at him, finally giving in to his touch. you had only been ignoring him for a few days, but it felt like a lifetime to you and even if he wouldn’t say it, you knew he felt the same way if the way he was gripping your hips was anything to go by.

“were you really going to fuck that loser to get back at me?” farleigh suddenly asked, looking over to where the guy whose name you’d already forgotten now sat talking with a different girl, his face in that permanent scowl he seemed to have when he wasn’t around you or his friends. “i tuned him out the moment he opened his mouth to be honest.” you could feel your cheeks heating up once again as he laughed at your honesty. “yeah, i figured once you wouldn’t stop eye fucking me from across the room.”

“shut up!” you groaned, swatting his chest. “you’re the one who has a staring problem, you creep. seriously, you’re worse than that fucking ollie kid.” farleigh huffed, somewhat offended that you would compare him to oliver but said nothing else as he pulled you towards the table where felix and the rest of his posse sat, all of them immediately pretending like they hadn’t been watching when you both approached except for felix, who gave farleigh a not so subtle smirk when he pulled you to sit on his lap.

‘if you were my boyfriend and you were my girlfriend i probably wouldn’t see nobody else’

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i suck at endings can u tell ꃋᴖꃋ i know i said i wasn’t gonna write and i probably won’t for a while but i had to get this idea out of my head! i ♥︎ farleigh start. also sorry for any errors! i’m nervous just posting this, bye

#farleigh start x reader #farleigh x reader #farleigh x fem!reader #farleigh start x fem!reader #saltburn x reader #farleigh start #saltburn #archie madekwe

[star-suh]

Taeyong x btm male reader the reader and ty are both leaders of nct and while doing the 24hr reley cam fans see some hickeys on the reader neck and lower stomach while tybhas some on his colorbones...hehe and then we maybe get a flashback when they were getting heated in the living room and then Johnny comes in while he does his reley cam and yeaaa idk tbh feel free to ignore it

Natural Born Fuckers

lee taeyong x male reader

cw: idol au, y/n is part of nct, y/n is also nct's leader, hickeys, top taeyong, blowjobs (both receiving), mating press, breeding, spit kink, sweat kink, marking kink, implied multiple rounds, some johnny sprinkled at the end.

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the relay cam video of the two leaders of nct has been just released, fans were watching how y/n and taeyong were having fun, laughing, cooking and all those things throughout the whole video until they noticed something. in social media was trending how y/n has some spots in his neck and lower stomach that look like hickeys and taeyong has some on his collarbones too, captions like "tae/n is real", "that should be me", "who's the lucky one?" or "they can top me" accompanied the pics. but what really happened? let's go back to a night before they recorded that fucking video…

y/n and taeyong we're both cooking, between them there was always some sexual tension, constant eye contact and teasing was made between them making everything escalate quickly.

"taeyong pass me the sausage" asked y/n, taeyong wanting to tease him replied "which one" putting his hand on top of his bulge. y/n's eyes widened and he blushed "don't be disgusting" he says grabbing the sausage and taeyong laughed "this one's bigger tho" murmured y/n teasing taeyong back. "shut up, you haven't even seen it" he fought back, "no need to, i just know it" said y/n.

taeyong slapped y/n's shoulder "if you want to see it just tell me" he then grabbed y/n by the jaw and whispered "but you're not going to try it. i know you're going to want it after you see it". they made eye contact and just went with their feelings, a very hungry kiss, teeth clashing between them like they've wanted that for a long time. "if you wanted this… should've told me before young one" says taeyong between kisses, "don't act as if you… didn't wanted this too" replied y/n caressing taeyong's cheeks who grabbed y/n by the neck to deepen the kiss. "let's go to our room" said taeyong panting.

both discarded their clothes while kissing. they were so eager to have sex that they forgot to lock the door… y/n leaned on the bed while taeyong did the same on top of him, kissing y/n in his neck while leaving hickeys "gonna mark you so you can remember this night forever" said taeyong going down y/n's body leaving some kisses and hickeys in his lower tummy, until he reaches y/n's cock and started to suck it "it tastes so good. fuck" said taeyong while staring directly at y/n's eyes like a hunter looking at his prey "don't look at me like that bastard" said y/n shyly covering his eyes with his arm.

taeyong then settled in a 69 pose "go on, suck it" he demanded to y/n who opened his eyes meeting taeyong's big cock "shit, that's so big" he gasped. "c'mon weren't you saying before that it was smaller than that sausage?. c'mon you can take it babe" y/n slapped taeyong's tummy "asshole" he murmured. both were sucking their dicks as of they were lollipops, hungry for tasting each other's pre-cum, "fuck~ how much i love hearing you gagging on my dick" the older stopped sucking y/n's dick and started to mouthfuck him, using him as an onahole "it's not that small after all huh?" taeyong said, reproaching y/n's past comment. y/n tapped taeyong's thigh signaling him to stop and he did, "what happened?" he asked worriedly. "nothing i just don't want you to cum in my mouth" y/n replied opening his legs right before, taeyong smirked understanding what y/m means "ok" he simply answered positioning himself quickly between y/n legs and sliding his cock into his tight hole.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this" says y/n, "me too" replied taeyong who kissed y/n and then spat into his mouth "swallow it" demanded the top scooping his saliva with his fingers and introducing them on y/n's mouth so he can suck on them. taeyong was pounding hard into y/n's ass "it feels like heaven" thought taeyong, enjoying the pleasure given by y/n's hole. 

taeyong then grabbed y/n's both legs and push them towards y/n's upper body and fucked him in a mating press position, y/n's face clearly showing the pleasure that taeyong was giving him, the tip of his cock brushing y/n's prostate. "fuck yeah like that, keep ruining me like that" begged the younger, "dont worry boy, i'm not gonna stop fucking this amazing hole" said the older speeding up his thrusting pace, y/n's face was now in front of taeyong's collarbone that was drenched in sweat so he decided to lick it and leave some hickeys on the collarbones, "not gonna let you forget this night too" says y/n and taeyong smiled "you look so cute while being fucked" then both kissed passionately, spitting in each other's mouths.

"i'm cumming" y/n commented "wait for me" said taeyong "let's cum together. yeah?", "yes" replied y/n. both speeding up their paces, white ropes of cum were shooted from y/n's cock to all his abdomen and chest while taeyong cummed inside y/n growling like a beast. "did you like it?" asked taeyong, "i loved it" answered y/n kissing taeyong. the top pulled out his cock from y/n's hole watching his cock smeared in his cum and how it's dripping down the bottom's gaping hole "get ready y/n i'm gonna fuck out that cum out of you" says the older introducing his cock again, "you have all night for that" said y/n smiling at him, making faces showing how much pleasure he's feeling and restraining his moans so no ona can hear them…

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"ok guys, this here is the leaders' room" said johnny to the camera who was facing at him, only showing his face, "let's see what are they doing", he opened the door making a surprised face he then tried to hide it "oh it seems that they're busy now" he laughed and smiled to the camera "i'm gonna keep continuing showing you all the rest of the dorms, ok?" said the man who had to continue recording only his face due to the huge bulge forming in his pants, from the scene he just witnessed. 

#lee taeyong x male reader #taeyong x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #nct x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #nct smut #nct 127 smut #taeyong smut

[alexfromjersey]

𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓞𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 & 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮

jenna x g!poc

summary: jenna avoids talking to her family. jah plans a spontaneous outing

warnings: mature language, smut, tiny bit of violence

a/n: this is my all-time fav fanfic to write. I actually enjoy writing again, it’s been a long time since I’ve said that. also I can’t express enough how much I appreciate 230+ followers it’s small to some but this is huge to me thank you 🥺🫶🏾. enjoy the chapter - 5.5k words

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“Jenna…you’re pregnant?”

Those words coming out of her mother’s mouth made all the air in Jenna’s body disappear. Nervousness filled her and tears started to fill her eyes. At the sight, you instantly stood up from leaning against the car.

“What happened?” You mouthed in concern to her.

“Hello? Jenna?”

Jenna stepped away, “How did you find out?”

It was quiet on the other side for a moment, “So it’s true…you are pregnant.”

“Yeah, Mom I am. Listen I was going to call you and Dad and tell you guys but I had other things to handle first” Jenna explained.

“Handle? What things needed to be handled first? I get a call at one in the morning while on break at work from Hudson. My heart done fell out of my ass because I thought something bad happened to you-”

“Wait, wait Hudson called you and told you?” Jenna questioned.

“Yes. Told me that you got pregnant by some hoodlum. Who is this person anyway? You never mentioned you were seeing anyone” Natalie asked.

Jenna looked at you, you were glancing at her with concern and confusion. You saw that her face contorted into something that kinda scared you…and turned you on.

“Mom I have to go but I promise I will call you back and explain everything,” Jenna said.

Jenna didn’t wait for her mother to reply before she hung up the phone. Her walk back to you was full of annoyance and frustration.

“What happ-”

“I need to go somewhere” Jenna interrupted you and texted Big L to go home. As she passed you, she took the keys out of your hand.

“Uh…” That was all you were able to say as Jenna got into the driver's seat. Sensing the anger radiating from her, you just decided to follow her. You hopped in the car and Jenna pulled off immediately.

After a deathly silent drive to NoHo, you quickly arrive in front of a luxury loft apartment building. Jenna turned off the car and quickly hopped out. You were right on her heels.

She walked into the lobby where she was greeted by a doorman.

“Good evening Ms. Ortega” The doorman greeted.

But Jenna ignored him, her focus was on getting the little bastard on the top floor. You and her walk into the elevator which was thankfully empty.

“You gon’ talk or what? I’m lost on this entire thing right now” You questioned.

“My mother knows” Jenna revealed.

Your eyes widen at the revelation, “oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right. The person who told her lives in this building” Jenna said and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Mhmm” You hummed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment almost to the floor Hudson lived on. You took the ring off your pinky finger and stuffed your necklace into your shirt. You also pulled off your glasses and held them in your hand.

Jenna looked at you, “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready just in case I gotta beat a bitch ass” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Soon, the two of you arrived on Hudson’s floor. You followed behind Jenna until she stopped at the last door on the floor. She started to bang on the door nonstop.

A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a groggy Hudson. Before the door fully opened, Jenna pushed her way inside.

“You had no right! No fucking right to tell my mother my business” Jenna seethed.

Now Hudson was fully awake, “I did you a favor!”

You casually walked inside the apartment and close the door. You leaned against the counter watching the scene unfold.

“No! You did yourself a favor! I told you to stay out of this. I told you multiple times and you still keep doing it. You were my best friend Hudson and I trusted you! But now I’m done with you Hudson.” Jenna snapped.

Hudson’s face contorts into an angry one, “Done with me! After everything I did for you, you just going to drop me like that! You know what, maybe I should tell the world and your little thug girlfriend everything about you and I mean everything. Show everyone the real Jenna Ortega” Hudson threatened lowly.

If it was possible Hudson would be liquified by the way Jenna was glaring into his soul.

“Or maybe I should just show her all the videos and headlines. Especially the most recent one that’s not even a year old yet.” Hudson challenged the smaller brunette.

Hudson was suddenly cut off by a pain in his left cheek and his head whipped to the right. You instantly get up and pull Jenna away from Hudson.

“Okay, time to go,” You said and continued to pull her away.

Hudson glared at Jenna as he rubbed his cheek. You and Jenna leave the boy’s apartment and make your way back to the elevator. Tears were now falling freely down Jenna’s face. Once inside you push the emergency stop button. The elevator stops and you turn towards Jenna.

Immediately Jenna started to sob and you rushed in to pull her close to you. Your arm wrapped around her and she grabbed a fist full of your shirt. You felt her whole body racked with sobs. You kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter.

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TWO DAYS LATER

It's been two days since Jenna last spoke with her mother. Technically Natalie was calling and texting her daughter but she was too afraid to answer. Instead, the actress coped in her hotel room avoiding everyone, crying, and eating up all the room service food.

You just came back from shooting hoops with Davis and a few other friends. You took your shower and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. You haven't heard from the actress in a while and you were getting worried. So you grabbed your keys and set off to her hotel.

The journey didn't take long and you made your way up to the floor you knew she stayed on. You then knocked three knocks on the door. A few moments later, an exhausted looking Jenna opened the door.

"Damn girl you look terrible" You spoke without a second thought.

Jenna glared at you, "I will slam this door in your face."

"I'm sorry. My intrusive thoughts won that round. What you doing being cooped up in this stuffy ass room?"

"Sulking in my depression" Jenna replied and left from the door. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you. The hotel room was a lot different from the last of you were in. This was like presidential suite, it had a kitchen, multiple rooms, a big ass dining table, and 85inch TVs.

"That Scream money got you in severe luxury. I might have to dabble into the acting business" You joked.

Jenna, however, ignored you, she instead went back into her room and buried herself under her covers.

"Nah get yo ass up," You said and ripped the comforter off Jenna's body. Underneath, she was only dressed in an oversized white button up shirt and real short shorts.

“No” Jenna moaned and tried to grab the comforter but you moved it out of the way.

“Nah get your pregnant emotional ass up” You stated.

“Real talk, I know the news hitting your fam is not the way you wanted it but they know now. It’s been two days, you can’t keep avoiding them, especially your Moms.” You continued.

“You didn’t hear how she sounded Jah. I never heard my mother sound so disappointed in my life. Not even when pictures of me smoking cigarettes came out” Jenna said.

“I get it. You do your best trying to be this perfect child for your parents. When you disappoint them, you’re afraid that they’ll look at you differently” You commented.

“Yeah,” Jenna nodded.

“But they also gotta understand that you are human. Regardless of how perfect you try to be, you are going to make mistakes in your life. If they can’t accept that then, no offense, they got parenting all wrong” You added.

“You gonna be the fun parent while I be the strict one?” Jenna questioned.

"Why can't we both be fun parents with understandable boundaries" You stated and lay back to next to her.

Jenna sighed and the two of you just lay there in a comfortable silence staring at the ceiling before Jenna spoke again. "This room is suffocating. I need to go somewhere or do something"

You sat up on your forearms, "You are just luck Hollywood. I need you to get up and get dressed. I wanna take you somewhere to get your mind off things."

"I mean there are other ways to take my mind off things" Jenna smirked.

For a second you considered what she was implying but then you had to remember your talk yesterday.

"You are a very horny woman Jenna Ortega. Now get up and get a move on you smell like a reheated supreme pizza" You smirk at her annoyed face and leave her room.

“Asshole” Jenna grumbled.

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It was an hour later, Jenna still had a little attitude with you, which you found amusing. She was finally ready to go. The two of you left your apartment and got in your car.

“Where are we going?” Jenna asked.

“You’ll see.” You smiled and started the journey to your destination. Jenna pouted and sat back in her seat. The car journey was mostly just filled with you bopping along to the music while Jenna stared at the scenery.

The disappointment in her mother’s voice still echoed throughout her head. She knew that she needed to talk to her family and explain everything but she wasn’t ready just yet.

Shortly after, you finally arrived at your destination, The Bronx Museum of the Arts. You always wanted to take someone here but you never found the right person until now.

“Welcome to the Bronx Museum of the Arts,” You smiled as you opened the door for her. The two of you walked into the building that was playing a jazzy instrumental softly.

Immediately, Jenna was amazed by the art she saw. From paintings to sculptures to graffiti art. You stood a little bit behind her as she looked over the art. You, too were interested in all the art, especially the graffiti.

Graffiti reminded you of your father. Before he left, he was a construction worker but had a talent for graffiti art. Often getting in trouble in his youth with his friends for tagging buildings, cars, and billboards. Your father tried to teach your older brother how to make graffiti art but he was never interested enough. But when you came along, he was ecstatic to finally share his talent with his one of his offspring.

“This is amazing” Jenna beamed after she finished reading the description of one of the statues.

“I’m glad you like it. I was kinda worried you wouldn’t like it” You said and scratched the back of your neck nervously.

Jenna smirked as she looked at you, “Nervous?”

You stopped scratching the back of your neck and shoved your hands in your jeans pockets.

“Nah I don’t get nervous,” You said and cleared your throat.

Jenna just nodded with a smile. As much as she wanted to hold your hand, she restrained herself and kept walking through the exhibit. You followed behind her and put a good enough distance between the two of you. Jenna took notice of it but didn't make a comment. The two of you just continued enjoying your time at the museum, learning more about the Bronx and Hip-Hop culture.

Two hours have passed and the museum was, unfortunately, closing. You and Jenna left the building, vowing to come back to finish.

Instead of leading her to the car, you make your way down the street.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at the second destination, Black Knight Lounge. It was recommended to you by one of your buddies you play hoop with. It was a low-key club that served banging food and played fire music. But what made you come here was the fact that it had an open mic night, which coincidentally was tonight.

“Party for 2,” You said to the hostess who nodded and grabbed two menus. The hostess led you to a booth to the right of the stage.

“Enjoy” The hostess smiled and placed the menus down before leaving.

“This seems familiar” Jenna joked.

You chuckled and thought back to the night your child was conceived, “Reminds me of the night we conceived our child. A night that I remember daily.”

Jenna hid her red face in the menu which you laughed at. She went back to looking over the menu while you stared at her, taking in her natural beauty. This was the most relaxed you had seen her in the past week. The girl was a busybody and often forgot that she was human and can get exhausted. Hopefully, since she’s pregnant now she’ll take her body's health into consideration more.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Black Knight Open Mic Night. For all my newcomers, open mic night is the chance to showcase your musical, poetic, or comedic talents in front of everyone. Do your best cause you never know who’s watching. Rules are: each person gets a limit of 3-4 minutes, you may perform an original or cover, and you must have the instrumental for your music or perform it yourself. The winner gets $500. Without further ado let’s get it started!” The DJ announced excitedly.

Everyone in the building clapped their hands while one person went up to the DJ booth and handed him a USB.

“Alright, we have our first performer for the night. Give it up Mr. ChiBX” The DJ yelled into the microphone.

“Twenty bucks, he chokes” You challenged the girl.

“He’s not going to choke. I believe in him” Jenna said optimistic.

You pulled out a $20 bill and smacked it on the table with a smirk. Jenna smiled and also pulled out a $20 bill and smacked it on top of yours. The two of you then turned towards the stage where the overweight middle-aged man was sweating bullets.

“I like to start off my set by telling a little joke. What do you call an angry carrot?” ChiBX asked.

No one in the room answered the man so the DJ took pity on him, “I don’t know man what do you call an angry carrot?”

“A steamed veggie” ChiBX wheezed.

You and Jenna covered your mouths as you laughed from secondhand embarrassment. Again, no one in the room laughed or chuckled. The DJ cringed before hitting a button that made a buzzing sound.

ChiBX frowned and without another word just left the stage.

“Poor guy” Jenna pouted.

You, on the other hand, grabbed the $40 from the table, “Aye I’m $40 richer.”

Jenna rolled her eyes in amusement while you did a quick little dance in your seat. The two of you continued playing the game after ordering your drinks and entrees, only adding money to the mix when one of you was super confident of winning.

While sipping your Sprite, you noticed Jenna kept glancing down at her phone.

“Call them” You blurt out.

Jenna looked up, “What?”

“Call your folks. Avoiding them more is only going to make things worse than they should be” You explained.

Jenna didn’t want to talk about it so she switched the subject, “When are you going to tell your mom?”

You sighed when she switched the subject but you didn’t want to push her to talk about anything she didn’t want to.

“She gets back from Jamaica tomorrow. Which brings me to asking you if you feel comfortable meeting her tomorrow? You can absolutely suggest another time too” You said.

Jenna contemplated meeting your mom right now, especially when she’s not on speaking terms with hers right now. But then she weighed the facts that, she’s going to be gone for a few months filming Beetlejuice in London. She didn’t want to wait until she was halfway from giving birth to tell your mother.

“Yeah I would love to meet her” Jenna smiled and nodded.

“Great” You smiled.

Moments later, your food has arrived. The two of you sat in silence and devoured your plates entirely. By the time you were both done, the place was packed now. More people got up to the mic and performed comedy pieces with only three performing rap songs.

You were now sitting beside Jenna with your arm around her and her leaning into your side. You guys wanted to stay for a little bit longer to watch whoever got on stage.

“Jahaziel?” Someone called your name from behind you.

The both of you looked to the side and saw an older gentleman dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. You recognized him as one of your father’s old friends.

“Mr. Greenhill, how you doing?” You greeted the man and shook his hand.

“I’m doing good young blood. I haven’t seen you since you were little. How’s Moms?” Mr. Greenhill gleamed.

“Yeah. She’s doing good. She comes back from Jamaica tomorrow” You answered.

“Word? I might stop by and visit her. I haven’t seen her since she and Emanuel moved to Highbridge” Mr. Greenhill said.

At the mention of your father’s name, your smile faltered a little. You hoped he didn’t ask you about how or where your father was.

“Excuse me, where are my manners. I’m Mr. Greenhill, I was a friend of her father's and I used to babysit this knucklehead” Mr. Greenhill introduced himself.

"This is Jenna...we're friends" You introduced her.

Friends. The title left a bitter taste in your mouth and an arrow in Jenna's heart.

"Nice to meet you Jenna" Mr. Greenhill smiled at her which she reciprocated. "Am I gonna see you on that stage?"

“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t have anything prepared” You declined.

“The lies you tell. You are always prepared when it comes to music. This one used to put on concerts for the whole block when she was little. Singing her heart out using songs no one expected her to sing. Like that time you sang Chain Reaction by Diana Ross” Mr. Greenhill reminisced.

You chuckled, “I remember. Dre and I were using buckets as drums.”

“Yes! Good times” Mr. Greenhill said.

You nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I don't want to interrupt your outing more than I already have. It was good seeing you young blood and again nice meeting you too Jenna." Mr. Greenhill said.

"Likewise" Jenna smiled. Mr. Greenhill left your table. You take a sip of your drink but you felt eyes burning into the side of your skull.

“What?” You questioned as you looked at Jenna.

“When were you going to tell me you made music?” Jenna raised an eyebrow.

"Oh see that's how I know you are a fake friend because I have music out," You said.

“How was I supposed to know that? You don’t even promote it” Jenna replied.

"Because I made it when I was 13. I put out four songs and three had music videos. We spent a hefty amount of money on them. Almost went homeless because of it" You shrugged and placed your drink down.

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.

“I used to do little shows on the corner by my house with Davis and a few other friends. One day, a guy came up to me after I finished performing a song and basically sold me a dream. Told me that he was a record label agent and if I signed with him I’ll be this big child singer and I’ll be rich and yadayadayadaya. So I begged my Moms to let me sign with this man cause music is my dream, singing and dancing and performing is my love language. It took a while but my mom eventually let me sign with the man under the conditions that she will manage everything and I’ll still be in school. Everything was smooth, I made those four songs and did the music videos, my mom went from having two jobs to basically a part time job so she can manage my career. So I don’t know what made her look more deeply into these people but I’m glad she did because she found out that they were pocketing the money I made from those songs.” You explained.

Jenna gasped, “How much?”

“They pocketed almost 70k from us. We never noticed because they would show us falsified documents of where the money was going too. They would tell us all our money was going to these fake ass fees and shit. ” You said and sipped your soda.

“Wow. Do you want to make music again?” Jenna asked.

"Eh I don’t know maybe later in my career. I haven’t properly performed in almost ten years so I don’t know if I still got it in me" You shrugged.

"Doesn’t hurt to try again. This is a good opportunity to practice " Jenna said and motioned to the stage.

“Oh no thank you. I’m good" You stated.

“Aw come on Jah…like you said singing, dancing, and performing is your love language. Don’t give up on something you love. Don’t let those people prior take away your passion” Jenna said.

After a moment of contemplating, you let out a sigh, “Fine.”

You stood up from the booth and Jenna watched with excitement as you walked over to the DJ booth. You opened your phone to the notes section. You found a song you wrote a couple years ago. You skimmed through the lyrics until you felt like you had the lyrics down pack. You handed the DJ your phone with the beat on it.

“What you wanna be introduced as?” The DJ asked.

“Just Jah is fine” You answered and he nodded.

You walked up to the microphone on the small stage. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you which placed your nerves in. But when your eyes locked on brown ones, you felt every single nerve disappear. You took a deep breath in and gave a thumbs up to the DJ.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our first singing performance of the night, Just Jah!” The DJ announced.

That’s not…whatever.

The beat for your song started playing.

“It’s crazy how your heart just has a mind of its own, yeah, yeah” You started singing.

Jenna’s jaw dropped at the sound of your raspy R&B-suited voice.

“Like when a smile, that makes a choice on its own”

Jenna was completely enchanted by everything about you. From learning that you can sing to your beauty to your mindset. Everything about you made her realize something.

She was falling in love with you. Hard. Which made her even more petrified.

“My mind tries to deny it but girl I can’t fight what I know. I know. I want you baby ooh” You take your voice up a few octaves and stun every single person in the room except for one.

Mr. Greenhill was by the entrance of the building with a proud smile on his face.

You finished the rest of the song and everyone was giving you a standing ovation. You thanked everyone and went back to the booth.

“I need you to sing just for me every day from now on,” Jenna said.

You laugh as you sat down, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Seriously, I need more music from you. I need it like yesterday” Jenna joked.

You continued to laugh at Jenna's eagerness for more music from you. It gave you the confidence boost you didn't know you needed to actually start making music again.

“Wow! What an amazing performance by Just Jah. Now I’m gonna take a quick 30-minute break and I’ll be right back with some more performances” The DJ said and switched on some music.

You recognized the song as Aaliyah's. All the couples in the room stood from their seats and went to the small dance floor. You grabbed Jenna's hand and pulled her up and towards the dance floor.

"May I have a dance with you darling?" You spoke in a British accent which made Jenna giggle.

"You shall" She replied.

You placed her arms around your neck and your hands on her waist. The two of you start swaying to the beat of the song.

"I know this was a spontaneous friend outing but did you enjoy yourself today?" You asked.

"Best friend outing I've ever been on" Jenna answered honestly.

“The best? You just boosted my ego to astronomical heights” You joked.

Jenna giggled before staring into your hazel eyes. The blue strobe lights in the room bounce off your skin beautifully.

“I want to kiss you so bad” You admitted to the shorter girl.

Before Jenna can stop herself and think, her answer spilled out her mouth instantly.

“Do it” Jenna muttered.

At the consent, you didn't hesitate to connect your lips with hers. The kiss was full of passion and love that it made the both of you slightly dizzy. You pull her closer and grip her waist as the kiss gets deeper. Jenna gripped the hair on the back of your neck. Before the kiss could escalate more in public, you pulled away but kept your forehead on hers.

“My place?” You suggested lowly.

“Absolutely” Jenna nodded quickly.

🤰🏻🩵

The both of you knew it was wrong, especially after the discussion you had two days ago. But you couldn't stop yourselves, you were both addicted to each other. An addiction that is going to generate consequences in the future.

By the time the two of you were back in your apartment, lips were interlocked and clothes were scattered everywhere. You barely made it up to the apartment with how much the two of you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. But you made it safe and clothed until the door was shut.

Jenna sighed in pleasure as your lips enclosed her nipple. Your other hand makes itself useful by rolling the other bud in between your fingers. You gave attention to the other nipple before continuing your way down her body. Kissing every patch of her skin, worshipping her body.

But Jenna was impatient, she wanted you at her golden area to take care of the ache between her thighs. But you weren’t ready just yet.

"Jah...please" Jenna whined.

The sound of her calling your name was enough to get you even harder than before. You decided to stop teasing her and settled between her legs. You looked up and saw her staring down at you with lust-filled eyes waiting for you. You kept eye contact with her as you slowly licked from her hole up to her clit.

Instantly, she threw her head back against the pillows and dragged out a moan. Then, you went to work. You started your pleasurable assault on her clit, going from kitty licks to sucking on it repeatedly.

“Oh my…fuck” Jenna moaned and arched her back while gripping the sheets in her hands. You hook your hands under her thighs and pull her closer. You moaned at the sweet taste of her which sent vibrations throughout her body.

Her moans went up an octave each time you did it. She felt the knot in her stomach appear and she knew she was going to cum soon. You removed one of your hands from her thigh. You ran a finger up and down her slit, gathering wetness before pushing your middle finger inside her hole.

Her knuckles turned white from her grip on the sheets. You started slowly pumping in and out before reattaching your lips to her clit. You added a second finger, your ring finger to the mix.

Jenna’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted from the insertion.

You sat up and hovered over the girl with one free arm. You leaned down towards her lips just brushing yours against hers. She tried to lean up and connect your lips but you backed away. She let out a whine which quickly turned into a gasp as you abruptly sped up your fingers.

“Fuck!” She gasped.

Your fingers were increasing in pace, they also were starting to cramp but you pushed through it. The only sounds being heard were the slapping of your palm against her vagina and the moans spewing from Jenna’s mouth. You slowed your pace and curled your fingers and instantly hit the spongy spot inside her walls. Jenna let out a scream as she now gripped your forearm.

You felt her walls pulsating around your fingers. A few more curls and Jenna’s back arched to the sky as her walls trapped your fingers and you felt hot liquid around them. Her jaw fell open as choked moans came out from her intense orgasm. After a moment, Jenna started to relax and you pulled your fingers out.

“You taste delicious” You smirked as you licked her cum off your fingers. She looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk.

After you finished cleaning her off your fingers, you leaned down and captured her lips. She moaned as she tasted herself on your tongue. You took this time to position yourself over her entrance. You broke the kiss for a moment to grab a condom from your dresser, rolling it on your hardened shaft, and lining yourself up before capturing her lips again.

Slowly, you pushed yourself inside her. Jenna broke the kiss as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

You loved seeing her like this, so vulnerable. It was only for your eyes and you couldn’t get enough of it. You bottom out in her as she clenched around you at the feeling of you being deep in her.

“Shit” You hissed as a deep groan escaped your mouth.

Jenna’s eyes snapped to you as she watched your face twist in pleasure. She wanted that godly sent sound to escape your lips again.

“Pick me up” Jenna mumbled.

You obeyed her request and sat up on her your knees with her in your arms. You hooked your arms around the back of her knees and gripped her cheeks with your hands.

Instead of starting slow this time, your hips snapped into a quick pace. Nails dug into your shoulder blades making moon crescent-shaped indents. Your lips attached themselves to her collarbone, bruising up the area with love marks.

"F-F-Fuck Jah" Jenna cried out. Her hips bucked wildly as you hit the right spot inside her. Sweat cling to your forehead as you concentrated on bringing her into a blissful state. But there was something in the back of your head telling you this was wrong. But you ignored it and focused on the trembling woman in your arms.

I can definitely handle you…

A devilish smirk grew on your face. You were going to have fun with her tonight. You stopped your thrusts, much to her dismay. You laid her down back on the bed, her legs now resting on your shoulders. You interlock your fingers with hers and start going to town.

Jenna looked down at the sight of your stick, glistening from her arousal, disappearing inside of her. The knot in her stomach tightened and her walls fluttered around you, signaling how close she was. So naturally, your pace sped up to an inhuman one. Your headboard knocks against the wall.

“Yes, don’t stop!” Jenna sobbed.

A couple more thrusts and immediately Jenna saw stars. The knot in her stomach snapped and she arched into you once more, no sound escaping her lips as her second orgasm ripped through her harsher than the first one. She expected you to stop and let her catch her breath but you did the opposite. You kept thrusting into the girl, fucking her through her orgasm.

“W-W-Wait baby” She hissed as her eyes widen from you continuing. She removed her right hand from yours and pushed it against your pelvis, trying to get you to stop and let her catch her breath.

"Nah" You smirked.

Her legs fell from your shoulders, effectively giving you more access to go deeper. At the feeling of you being deeper, Jenna tried to scoot away from you.

"Nah, where you going?" You said. You flipped her onto her stomach. You pulled her ass towards you and you inserted yourself back into her before she could properly take a breath. A long dragged-out moan escaped her lips. Your hands gripped her hips, forcing the girl to move back onto you.

Jenna’s eyes slammed shut and she buried her face into the pillow. But a gasp was muffled by the pillow escaped her as you delivered a sharp hard thrust.

“Fuck!” Jenna screamed. You smirked as you delivered more sharp thrusts. Choked moans spilled from her mouth until she felt herself tremble. She was sent into another orgasm, her third one for the night.

“I can’t. I-I-I can’t baby” She sobbed as she tried running from you once more.

Your hand went around her throat and you pulled her up against you. You kissed her jawline as your other hand explored her body.

“Give me one more baby girl” Your voice dripped with lust. It was deeper and raspier which made Jenna swoon. You littered her neck with hickeys as she reached behind you and slid her fingers through your hair.

You started slow this last time, setting a smooth pace for both of you. Her heavenly pants went straight into your ear as she rested her head on your shoulder.

“You feel so good” You stated with a groan.

Her fourth and final orgasm was quickly approaching. You were almost there too, you wanted to cum together for the final one. Jenna knew you were close to exploding by the way your hands gripped her hips tighter. She purposely clenched around you which made you hiss and bury your face into her neck.

“Baby…look at…me” Jenna moaned.

You didn't want to look at her because you knew if you do, you'll be a goner. But Jenna wasn't having that, she tugged your hair and forced you to look at her. One look into her eyes had you gone, your hips stuttered as you felt yourself empty into the condom.

“Oh fuck” You groaned and gripped her hips tighter. You knew that was going to leave a bruise.

At the sight of you reaching your climax, Jenna cried out, incoherent words escaping her as she climaxed for the final time tonight. You held her close to you as she trembled in your arms. The two of you shared lazy kisses as you calmed down from tonight's activities. Both of you have tired smiles on your faces.

You pulled out her and she whined from the loss and overstimulation. You pulled the used condom off you, tied it up, and threw it into the trashcan beside your bed. The both of you laid back down on the bed. You lay on your back with your arm behind your head as Jenna cuddled up to your side. It wasn't long until Jenna's breath evened out, signaling that she was asleep and you were following her.

a/n: I also change my mind constantly on everything so the fans/public still don't know...yet cause I have a plan for that *insert evil smile*

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[koolades-world]

Behind the Scenes

All it took was the watchful eye of your best man.

“How was yer day?” Mammon took your bag from you as the two of you began the walk home from RAD together.

“Uneventful mostly, but not bad. The fact that you were there during Seductive Speechcraft today was more than enough to turn my day around.” You turn and smile at him.

“What’d ya mean?” He glanced over at you.

"Just a bad day. Having you at my side make it better." You try to deflect.

"What happened?" He reached out to grab your hand, which you took.

"A couple things." You avoid his gaze.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Mammon stopped you in your tracks by standing in front of you. He looks right into your eyes, and holds your chin in his hands.

“You’re so caring Mams, but I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” You place a hand on his arm, trying to continue walking. He stops you, holding you close.

"Ya've been havin' bad days for a while now. What's the root? Ya can't hide this from me." You sigh, realize the jig is up.

"There's been this demon at RAD who's been picking on me. Today he stole my Potions homework, shouldered me into my locker, and almost drowned me in the bathroom. Thankfully the professor let me off since I never forget my work at home, but next time I might not be so lucky." You admit.

"He what? Forget the whole homework thing, I'll kill the bastard. Who did this to you? You gotta tell me about this stuff. Where does it hurt? Tell me the truth." Silently, you lift one of your sleeves to reveal the bruise you got from being slammed into the locker and pull down the collar of your uniform reveal the outline of fingers on the back of your neck. You wince at the memory. “What were ya planning to do? Suffer in silence? Mc, I don’t tell ya enough that I love ya.” He cupped your face in his hands, speaking to you gently.

“Usually when this happens, I just use a spell to cover it since I'm not good enough at healing magic yet. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you and I’m sorry for worrying you, but he…” You trail off, glancing around. “I don’t think I should even be telling you this.” Mammon looks at you, then around the both of you as well.

“Ya know damn well ya can tell me anythin’. Fuck him. If ya want, ya can wait until we get home.” Mammon knew whoever this demon was wouldn’t dare to both you while he was around.

“I want to wait until we get home.” You said. That was the only thing you had been sure about that entire conversation. Mammon, instead of letting you walk, opted to carry you, insisting it was for your own good. You couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia, that he was somehow listening and that you said too much.

One you both arrived home, Mammon sat you down in the living room and called over everyone that was home. In a matter of minutes, Levi, Satan, and Asmo were gathered around you, concerned at how oddly serious Mammon had approached them. While you sat silently, Mammon explained. You could see the rage blossoming on Satan’s face, and the horror on Levi and Asmo’s.

“Sweetie, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Asmo cuddled you in a similar way that Mammon did when he found out.

“I was afraid…” You search their faces for their reactions.

“What did he say to you?” Asmo asked.

“He told me he would hurt my family if I told anyone. Not you guys, my human family. I haven’t seen them in so long and I didn’t want anything to happen to them. I really miss them. He said it would be fun to…” You couldn’t continue. A silent tear makes its way down your face. Mammon wiped it away.

“You don’t have to continue.” Asmo pulled you in closer to him.

“What’s his name?” Satan speaks up for the first time. His face was a little red and his eye has begun to tick, but looked eerily calm otherwise. To the untrained eye, it may have looked like he was calming down, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

“Please don’t hurt him.” You begged them.

“Why?” Levi, who had also been silent, nervously asked.

“He must have a reason for acting the way he has been. He probably has a family, and friends. I don’t think he deserves to be hurt, just maybe talked to.” Asmo gripped you hand tighter at your words and swept some hair out of your face.

“We’ll see what we can do, honey.” Asmo exchanged glances with his brothers. “How about this? We take you to Purgatory Hall to spend time with whoever’s there right now while we go talk to Lucifer, Belphie, and Beel.” He asked you.

“Can’t it wait? What if he’s listening?” You pleaded.

“I can assure you if he is out there and dares to act on his threats, I will see to it personally.” Satan’s tick was stronger and more noticeable.

“Anyways, I trust Sol with my life! If there’s anyone I would let look after you, it’s him.” Asmo told you.

“Ok, if you’re really sure. I trust you. Thanks guys. Can I have a hug?” You rose from your stop to be swarmed by the four demons around you. They took care to not hurt you more. You felt safe in the middle of them.

All of them personally went with you to drop you off at Purgatory Hall. Simeon answered the door, and as soon as he took in the scene, his usual smile faded and called for Solomon. Mammon explained the situation, to which they promptly agreed to help. As Asmo transferred you to Simeon, you heard Solomon asking them to save him a piece. It send a sharp shiver down your spine. As soon as the door shut, their facades dropped.

“They never told us his name. Even if it means I have to check every student at RAD, I will. After all, there can only be so many who meet his description.” Asmo chuckled. Satan was still doing his best to hold in his explosive rage until they were far enough from Purgatory Hall.

“Levi, take Satan somewhere to decompress for a while. We’ll reconvene here once we find the others.” Mammon took out his DDD and began making the calls he needed. Asmo also took out his DDD to check as many Devilgram accounts as he could to see if anyone looked particularly guilty.

As soon as Lucifer found out, he practically flew out of the place to meet up with his brothers. It was easy to see the similarities between him and Satan at this point. Belphie and Beel weren’t far behind. It was rare to see them both so agitated. The three of them quickly went in to see you, to see for themselves that you were ok, and to ask for the name of who has been bothering you. After much coaxing, they finally got it. Lucifer made Simeon promise to heal you, and with that, they vanished again. You didn’t know what to think, and hoped they would adhere to their promise.

Once they found him, they didn’t know what to do first. Question him or get straight to what they were there for: to make him pay for what he did. Each of them had their own idea, that they would never dare tell you. While you were safe and sound at Purgatory Hall, the brothers were having the time of their lives. It was a side of them they would never let you see; the side of them that truly reveled in misery and pain.

That demon vanished.

About a week and a half later, he reappeared a changed demon. He apologized for everything he did and remained out of your way from then on. He seemed physically fine, but was a different demon altogether. He was much nicer, and quieter. His friends avoided you like the plague, afraid of something you didn't understand. In fact, after that, everyone treated you like gold if they didn't already. You weren't stupid. You knew the brothers did something but nobody dared tell you. It was a little uncanny as everyone outside your household was pretending nothing had happened in the first place.

But the brothers were kinder, if possible. They kept bringing you small trinkets and gifts, like flowers and anything they thought you would like. They checked up on you more frequently and took you out more frequently. They always made sure you had everything you wanted even if you didn't ask for it. They even arranged for you to see your family in the human world with one accompanying you, although you suspected the others were watching from a distance. It was still chilling to think about what they did to that demon to make them stop so suddenly upon their return, or where they even went, but you settled on never knowing what they did. You just took their gestures at face value and appreciated them for it.

The brothers were glad you were recovering from everything. Anything you refused to tell them, they got out of the perpetrator. Simeon was an amazing healer, and even Lucifer wasn't sure how he brought him back together, mentally and physically. You could never find out.

errrr i don't really like this </3 the concept was more fun but I can't scrap it after how much i put into it

i kinda wanted it more ominous with less words but i think I need more writing practice for that lol

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[justporo]

Scenes from a bathtub

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 1

Author's Note: Here we are, I'm so excited to share the first chapter for this story. The part in which Tav and Astarion start getting ready, enjoying a nice soak in the tub - and some other stuff. Let me know what you think!

Song: Royals - Lorde

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav Rating: Explicit Warnings: Some light smut at the very end of the chapter

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A few weeks had passed. The night of the ball had finally arrived.

Astarion had actually been excited ever since the invitation had been delivered. He really seemed eager to make it a night to remember for the both of you: so you had actually spent some more evenings waltzing around your space (also trying other dances) and Astarion had very cryptically promised you he’d take care of ‘wardrobe and grooming’. You dearly hoped he’d remember his promise about corsets and wouldn’t turn you into someone you wouldn’t recognise if you passed by a mirror.

It was still hours from then until the event started but Astarion had insisted on starting to get ready. You had looked at the clock and back to the vampire and back at the clock. Had it been only you, you’d probably only have run a bath half an hour before, then quickly dressed and done some basic makeup before arriving a little late. But as you told Astarion that he’d cocked an eyebrow and looked you up and down in such a judgmental way you’d first felt like a young girl getting scolded. And when he hadn’t stopped you’d gotten pissed at his pretentious behaviour. “My sweet sweet love, if you can’t even stand passive-aggressive stares for more than a few moments it’s going to be a very short evening. These people live off judging others and elevating their pitiful selves over you. And the trick is to just always be twice the bastard they are.” “Great, sounds like such a fun evening, Astarion.”

You had crossed your arms over your chest and had felt anxiety creeping up inside you. Already you had worried that you’d be awfully out of place at this event. But Astarion had grabbed your hands that you had firmly tugged away under your arms and placed them on your cheeks, covering yours with his own long fingers. “Don’t worry, my love, you’re fortunate enough to have a master of the art at your side to show you how it’s done”, he had said with a big smirk and given you a quick kiss. “And if that still doesn’t help just step on someone’s skirts or elbow them so they splash their drinks on somebody around and watch the chaos unfold. You wouldn’t believe how quickly these elitist people get physical if they feel their ‘honour’” – he dramatically air-quoted and rolled his eyes – “is at stake”, he had continued with an even bigger almost feral smirk when he’d noticed you were still tense. This – a good old brawl? You had seen and partaken in a fair share of those in your time as a Baldur’s Gate lowlife. You slowly had grinned back at your soulmate then: “No promises, I won’t do that anyway if these rich fuckers annoy me too much.” Astarion had thrown his head back and laughed: “Oh my lovely little anarchist.”

So now you were sitting in your big tub that was lowered in the stone floor of your bathroom.

The two of you loved spending almost whole nights just enjoying the warmth and comfort of a hot bath – talking, drinking wine, taking in the scents of exotic oils Astarion picked up from specialty stores, caressing and massaging each other; often times resulting in more passionate actions. This time the vampire had brought some ‘special’ stuff to really doll yourselves up for this big ball.

Currently, Astarion was sitting in between your legs, leaning back against your naked chest while you washed and detangled his curls and just enjoyed your care while breathing softly. Before, he had put some mud all over his face he claimed would “make his complexion glow even more”. The stuff indeed smelled nicely as it drifted into your nose while you massaged Astarion’s scalp carefully, but he still looked kind of ridiculous. Also you weren’t entirely convinced that this was how it worked for vampires.

Seldomly was the pale elf this relaxed. And this fact alone filled your heart with joy. You let your fingers move through his hair and softly massaged his neck and his ears as well which resulted in a soft, relaxed moan from him from time to time.

Astarion’s chest lifted in a particular deep breath, causing droplets of bathwater to run down his toned chest and the light from the candles you’d lit all over the room danced over his smooth skin. He really almost caused you to forget to breathe sometimes just by existing.

“This is heaven, my love. If this is what the afterlife is like I’ll happily perish right on the spot”, he sighed and let out a long breath. You smiled happily and really buried your fingertips in his curls once more causing the vampire to groan in pleasure and making his head loll from side to side.

With his eyes still closed he reached one arm slowly behind himself – obviously with the intention to reach your face. “Only thing missing now is a kiss from you, my sweet honey pie.”

“Sweet honey pie? What’s gotten into you?”

“Hmhm, can you blame me? Your fingers caressed me into oblivion, cherry muffin.” You scrunched up your nose and pinched the back of his neck. It seemed you really had worked common sense out of the man; he was talking mad.

“You know the implication it makes when you call me food related pet names, don’t you?”, you asked him, leaning close to one of his pointy ears. “Oh, very much so, even though I must inform you, that you taste neither off honey pie nor cherry muffins.”

Astarion started to stretch while speaking, tensing his muscles, reaching his arms even beyond you and yawning. The comparison to a cat was more than imminent. On their way back his hands found your head and stroked your hair despite the awkward angle.

“Aha, so what do I taste like to you, hm? Indulge me”, you requested and wrapped your arms around Astarion’s chest as he sidled up against you again. Your hands rested on each other on his stomach now, you leaned your chin on his shoulder. His arms were still stretched around his back to let his fingers wander through your hair.

“Well, when I first compared it to a good wine that was a very accurate description. But now, with some more, shall I say, expertise in your bouquet, I’d describe it like this: sometimes it’s like a wonderful red wine, full-bodied but with soft floral notes. But sometimes it’s more like delicious fruit covered in dark chocolate. It just… varies slightly: depending on what you eat, how you’ve been feeling, what time of month it is…” The last part surprised you: “You can taste… my cycle?” “Oh, not only that, but I can also smell it as well – I mean besides the obvious. You’d be surprised at what I can find out about you from taking a single nose full of your exquisite scent alone, my love.” You felt dumbfounded, he’d never mentioned that before. And you also didn’t need to see the smirk when he said that to know that it was there.

“Like?”, you simply asked, a bit embarrassed but also very much intrigued about this particular skill of his. Astarion didn’t like talking about the specifics of his condition very much so whenever he opened up about it you grasped the opportunity to learn more about it and him.

“Oh, for example, I can definitely always tell when you want me. And, if I dare say so, the intensity and frequency surprised even me, my wicked little siren”, Astarion explained, his tone deep and full of seduction. Your cheeks were burning, your whole neck and face actually. You softly slid down Astarion’s back and into the bathwater, desperately hoping for a sudden hole at the bottom of the tub that would hopefully swallow you whole.

The vampire had to grip the rim of the tub and straighten himself when you slithered down into the depths of the bathwater. You heard him laugh: “I can also most certainly tell whenever you get one of those full body blushes, my sweet.” He slowly moved to turn around to you, while you had sunk into the water, only your eyes and the top of your head still showing above the water level. Bubbles rose up while the last of your air left your nose and you looked at the vampire in embarrassment who simply looked back at you with a smile – face still covered in mud and only his red eyes contrasting with it; what a ridiculous scene.

Astarion softly grabbed you by the shoulders to prevent you from your attempt to drown yourself. You could see his signature smirk on his face. “Now, now, no need to feel ashamed, my lecherous little nymph. I couldn’t blame you, could I?” His grin split his face and his teeth glinted at you – most prominently his fangs. “Also, I can assure you that the feeling is very much mutual, beautiful. Now give me a kiss!”, he demanded while he had dragged you up from the water successfully.

With his hands still on your shoulders he pulled you towards him, lips already pursed in expectation.

“Not while you have dirt on your face”, you replied in disgust and placed your flat hand against his face to hold him off.

“It’s not dirt!”, Astarion exclaimed, voice rising in annoyance and grabbed your hand from his face. You still looked at him in disgust. “Ugh, fine!” He rolled his eyes and splashed water on his face and rubbed himself clean with his hands.

“Better?”, he asked after a few moments, tone still a bit annoyed. “No wait, there’s still a little bit”, you said and leaned close to him as if wanting to clean a speckle off his perfect face, brows furrowed in concentration. But with a lightning quick move you pinched his nose, making him growl back at you. He grabbed you by the shoulders once more and pulled you close until you were nose to nose while he stared angrily at you. “No poking the vampire!”, he said sombrely. “Or I’ll eat you!”

You giggled and closed the last bit of space to finally kiss him. And that seemed to calm down the beast. Letting go of your shoulders, one of his hands wandered to the front of your neck, softly resting on your collarbone. The other cupped your cheek while his tongue entered your mouth – tasting you, tangling with yours, exploring. Then he broke the kiss, leaving you to gasp, and trailing little pecks from the corner of your mouth over your cheek up to your ear.

You softly arched yourself to him, offering up your neck. “If you want to find out if today’s more of a wine or chocolate day.” The vampire laughed. Promise rang in it. “Deeply appreciated, my sweet, but maybe later. Can’t have you running around tonight with two fresh puncture wounds on your neck, can we?”, he whispered and let his lips wander lightly over your quickening pulse. His hand on your neck applying just the tiniest bit of pressure on your throat.

You could only gulp. “Also, I fear that if I would get lost in your neck now, we are never making it to this event”, Astarion added while lifting his face from your neck. Ah yes, you’d almost forgotten.

The pale elf smirked again at you: “And we still have some work to do on you, my sweet.” “Excuse you?” Whatever had heated your blood was immediately gone – this prick.

“You heard me, now turn around and let me take care of you in return, my love”, he insisted. You sighed and complied because you knew there was no point in denying him. And also, you wouldn’t say no to getting pampered by your vampire.

You let yourself be seated in the same position Astarion had been in at first: between his legs, your back to his chest. He put some of the goo on your face despite your protest (“It’s only going to bring out your beauty some more, my love.” “This face is as good as it gets as is, Astarion, no need to try.” “Hush and shut your nasty mouth or I can’t promise to keep the dirt out of it!”). Then he softly scrubbed you all clean and massaged your whole body, pouring some heavenly smelling oils in his hands from time to time.

The night before he had gone out to run some errands – and returned with bags and bags of stuff. It had been clothes and apparently lots of toiletry. One of the things had been large and very heavy. But about that and some other stuff he’d brought he had wiggled his finger at you to not take a peek.

Everything for your bath time he had neatly lined up next to the tub. You barely had a clue what all the small jars, flasks and crucibles were for but if it made him happy to indulge in it you were the last person to stop him from it.

Then he’d carefully run the bath you were now sitting in. And you couldn’t complain: the bath water smelled heavenly of lavender and cedar. Whatever he was massaging you with smelled of oranges and other delicious fruits and he himself deliciously of bergamot.

You sighed deeply and were aware that you must’ve been the perfect mirror image of what Astarion had looked like some minutes ago.

“Enjoying yourself, my love?”, Astarion asked gently while his hands worked your neck. You only hummed in response. “We should do this more often, darling. You’re allowed to indulge in luxury sometimes, you know?”, he said softly while starting to work on your hair.

“Speaking of – mind telling me how much exactly everything was you brought home yesterday?”, you asked while letting your head fall back into his touch, eyes closed. “Yes, I do mind. Part of indulgence is not looking at the price tag, my sweet”, Astarion scolded you sweetly. “And you deserve to take better care of yourself”, he continued while trying to get out a serious knot from your braids.

You felt your body tense a little and sighed: “You know I’m not good with either of those things, Astarion.” “I know”, he replied simply and shortly lifted one of your hands out of the water to press a kiss to it. “That’s why I’m going to teach you. I’ll have you be a high-maintenance lady ready to splurge at every opportunity in no time, dearest.” You laughed and readjusted your sitting position to lean back against the elf’s chest more. “I don’t think that would be a good look on me.” Astarion sighed dramatically: “Oh well, a shame. I guess I’m going to have to fill this role then.” You softly chuckled at that and thought to yourself that he was already well en route for that.

“I guess I could take up some of your suggestions though – I’m tired of feeling like a gutter rat standing next to you in all your luscious, white-curly glory.” Astarion snickered: “I’ll have you remember you chose the description ‘gutter rat’ for yourself. Also, I think you’re the most beautiful creature the Gods have ever created but to each their own I guess.” You blushed again and sank down a little further between his legs while he grabbed another one of the flasks.

Sometimes he just made you so casually swoon you couldn’t believe it – and never did you know how to reply to his genuine and sweet flattery.

“So, lesson one: you have really beautiful hair, my love, and I know you love your braids, but it all turns into a tangled mess easily. But fortunately,” – he poured something from the flask onto your prepared and detangled hair; it smelled deliciously flowery – “some clever soul came up with conditioner. You use it after you’ve washed your hair. Use only a little and work it into your hair like this.” He worked the thick liquid specifically into the lengths of your hair, combing through them with his fingers and then softly scrunching the strands in his hands. “Then you let it sit a little and only then rinse it out. It helps with tangles and also will make your hair deliciously soft.” Astarion basically purred the last words. Oh, good thing to know this was something he delighted in.

He did as he had instructed you while you patiently sat there and let him work his magic. Afterwards he proceeded to comb your hair through.

You both sat in silence. You enjoyed being taken care of and thought of the evening to come. You couldn’t help but feel some anxiety again creep into you at the thought of having to deal with the society of the Upper City. You’d probably take a good old-fashioned tavern brawl or a heist every day over having to make small talk with people who’d probably also choose the description “gutter rat” for you.

“Now”, Astarion said after a while “for tonight’s event I would like to propose to you to put your hair in some waves. Nothing major, just pinning them, letting them dry and then putting some strands up later.”

You were still way inside your head to fully understand what he was getting up: “Oh uhm, go ahead. Just don’t make me look like a coiffed poodle please.” Astarion scoffed at that and started to pin your hair up carefully.

“What’s troubling you, my love?”, he asked casually because of course he had noticed how you were absent-minded and your body had tensed. By what he had earlier revealed he’d probably smelled it too.

For a second you wondered if you ever could hide something from this man. But then again – why would you have to?

You sighed deeply while you grabbed your one hand with the other and started to press your thumb into the palm of the other – a nervous habit. “I guess, I’m still a bit scared of how the evening will play out”, you confessed and let your head fall down. Astarion wasn’t having it: “Ah ah, my sweet, head up or I can’t work. But also, head up because you don’t need to be worried. If push comes to shove, we can always leave.” You sighed again and relaxed a little. You shortly lifted your hand to grab one of his to squeeze it in thanks.

“Aren’t you scared at all? I mean, like of meeting someone… from before… or from before before?”, you asked silently and looked down at your hands still kneading each other in the water.

The vampire didn’t respond immediately. “You don’t have to answer-“, you started but then Astarion replied. “Not really. Cazador sometimes had us spawn ‘entertain’ his guests during his events but seeing as he either altered their memory or killed them off in the end… No one will recognise me albeit I may know some of the attending guests”, he explained pretty matter-of-fact while his hands kept working on putting up strand for strand of your hair.

Another silence followed.

“As from before that…” Astarion’s words trailed off. You grabbed his hand once more and almost already wanted to say again that he didn’t have to tell you but you kind of felt he wanted to let it out. “I haven’t seen or heard a shred from anyone I knew or was related to since I’ve been turned. Never. And my surname is pretty common among elves – there probably are at least five other Lord Ancuníns running about the city. I guess we might meet our lovely elder neighbour and that’s about it.”

His hands had stopped their task. Your hand was still grabbing one of his and you squeezed it again to try and provide some comfort. “I’m sorry, Astarion”, you whispered quietly and leaned your head back. It connected with his forehead as he leaned forward a little.

“Don’t be”, he whispered back while his fingers started to move again. “You’re my family now”, he said and at that your heart swelled with warmth and love.

“I love you, Astarion.” “Love you too, my little gutter rat.”

You tried to splash him with water.

How could he go from genuine, sincere and melancholy to unbelievable bastard in point two seconds. He was a handful at the best of times.

The vampire just laughed at your petty attempt of getting back at him. Shortly after he proclaimed being done with his work.

“There you go, now wash off your face, my dear”, he instructed. You did as told, then turned around to him: “Are we done now? I feel like I might’ve already grown some fins!”

Astarion smirked at you. “Oh no, there’s one more thing we need to take care of, my sweet”, he said slowly and threw you a glance that immediately made your blood boil. “And what might that be?”, you asked, already barely trusting your mouth to form words with the way he kept staring at you with his crimson gaze.

“Well, I can’t let you go to this event all tense and anxious, can I?”, he asked and moved closer to you, his gaze almost predatory. You gulped and moved back until your back hit the rim of the tub and there was no more space to escape from the prowling vampire. You felt heat form inside of you.

He moved in even closer, putting his arms around you as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Luckily, I know just the right treatment for this kind of ailment”, he whispered and let his lips wander to your neck where your pulse had started hammering. He grabbed you then and lifted you up, so you sat on the floor just in front of the tub that was lowered into the ground. “That’s lesson two my love: always grasp onto the pleasures life offers you”, he whispered sinfully as he moved your legs, so your thighs were placed on his shoulders. You were already shuddering in expectation. You let one of your hands enter his soft curls as he made you lean back.

Astarion lowered his mouth to the space between your legs, letting his devilish silver tongue work its magic and devoured you as if you were a feast and he a starved man.

When lightning had struck the first time with your back arched impossibly at the way he had made you feel and your hand buried in his curls, he rose out of the tub. You watched him as trails of water ran down his perfect body, already yearning for more. To feel him, to love him.

You looked at him expectantly, seeing the love and the desire you felt mirrored in his ruby eyes. He lowered himself onto you on the edge of the tub, moving you back a little and made sure the second lightning struck both of you.

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Well, here we are. The end of this little series. This took me a lot longer to finish than I originally planned, and I apologize for that. I hope the tooth rotting fluff makes up for it.

Warnings: Fluff, cavity inducing sweetness, Feels, idiots in love, piv sex, dirty talk, and they lived happily ever after.

Word count: 4.6k

Soap and Ghost made it back to the 141 safely, and Price congratulated them on a job well done. 

Life moved on. There was always another op. 

But Soap kept thinking back to that op. To their little waitress. 

And she most certainly was theirs, now. Just thinking about the way she'd whimpered under him was enough to get Soap riled up. 

Soap texted her as often as he could, which was almost daily. Ghost, he knew, didn't text nearly as much. 

But when he did… well. When Ghost wanted to, he was a right bastard. 

Like the time he sent their waitress an audio recording of the two of them. That was well worth it. 

Of course, it wasn't just audio recordings and the occasional video call. 

Soap managed to detour to see their waitress for half a day on the way back from an op. Ghost, lucky bastard, had an entirely accidental two day layover, most of which was spent in her bed. And that wasn't all of it - the two found themselves stopping by to see her as often as possible. 

It wasn't until Soap and Ghost had leave together and arranged to go see her again for a whole week that either of them thought more of it. 

"Hey, Si?" 

Simon grunted, cracking open one eye above his plain medical mask. That was the more plane-friendly look. 

"Think we're a bit looney." 

Simon barked a laugh, closing his eyes again. "Just now figuring that out?" He drawled, amused. 

Johnny huffed with quiet laughter. "Maybe," he admitted. Simon's lack of distress helped put him at ease, though. 

Soon, they'd be off the plane. And then they could surprise their pretty little waitress. 

They had a lot of ideas they wanted to try out, after all. 

–

You'd had an awful day. An opening shift rife with assholes and a few too many pinches. You were tired, achey, aggravated. 

Honestly, you wanted to go home and cry and ignore the rest of the world for a while.

So when your phone rang, you almost ignored it without even checking it. Almost. 

“Johnny?” you scrambled to answer it as soon as you saw who was calling. “What’s up?” 

“Got a bit of a surprise for ye, gorgeous.” Johnny sounded far too pleased. 

“Yeah?” You dodged an idiot who wasn’t watching where he was going, huffing softly. “And what’s that?” 

“You at home?”

You didn’t quite startle at the question, but you did pause. “Not yet,” you said slowly. “Heading there, though. What did you do?” 

Johnny laughed. “So little faith! It’s a good thing, promise.”

You shook your head. “Alright, if you say so. Do I need to check my mailbox or something?”

“Not exactly,” he hedged. “Ye’ll see soon, promise.”

You sighed but gave up. “Alright, sure. I need to go, it’s crowded out here today.”

“Okay. Get home safe.” Johnny paused there for a moment, like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. 

“Will do,” you agreed and hung up. A little abrupt, maybe, but you were tired. You didn’t have your normal energy for his silliness.

The walk home was too loud and too crowded, with people jostling into you. You were so tired and so done you wanted to cry by the time you finally got into the elevator. 

The elevator opened onto your floor and you got three trudging steps off before you halted. 

Johnny and Simon stood outside your door, facing you. Johnny was grinning, bright and a little mischievous. 

You didn't let them say anything. You just walked straight into Johnny, winding your arms around him and hiding your face against his chest. 

"Hey, gorgeous," Johnny cooed, one big hand rubbing your back soothingly. "Happy to see us?" 

"Yeah," you agreed softly. "Also fucking tired." 

"Long day?" His voice softened with sympathy. 

Your laugh was dry and a little too close to tears. "Could say that." 

Johnny hummed in wordless concern, holding you closer and pressing his cheek to the top of your head. "Poor gorgeous," he murmured. "C'mon, let's head inside, aye?" 

You breathed in deep and let go of him, grabbing your keys. Simon plucked them from you, and you blinked. But moments later you were all inside. 

Simon guided you to the couch and pushed you down to sit. You blinked at him, startled. He just motioned you to wait while he brought water. 

"What's goin' on?" Johnny dropped down next to you, pulling you into his side with an arm around your shoulders. 

You blew out a breath, shoulders dropping. "Just life stuff," you dismissed, or tried to. "Nothing like your shit." They'd told you some, a little, mostly that they were military and had unpredictable schedules. You didn't blame them, not at all, and it explained the odd absences. 

"Tell us anyway." Johnny gave you a gentle little shake, eyes warm and focused on you. 

Simon dropped down on your other side, setting water on the table in front of you, leaving you nowhere to run. Of course. These two were practiced, moving in an easy tandem in and out of the bedroom. Which they often used against you. Like right now. 

You huffed, half exasperated and half amused. "Just. Work sucked today. Few too many shitty people." 

"And?" Simon drawled, knowing that wasn't the end of it. You'd ranted to him about work and handsy guys before. 

"And my rent is going up," you finally admitted on a sigh. "It's just enough that I'm thinking of moving or downgrading." 

Johnny hummed soft sympathy, pulling you closer. "Job hunt hasn't turned up anything?" 

"Not yet." You made a face. "It's just frustrating, that's all. I'll get through it."

"We'll come back to that." Johnny pressed a kiss to the side of your head, easy and affectionate as ever. "What's yer schedule, gorgeous?" 

You blinked, thrown off a bit by the question. "Tomorrow I'm off, the next two days I have closing shifts, then two mid shifts, then two more days off," you said after a moment of thought. "Not sure beyond that. Why?"

"Well, we've got a week," Johnny said, grinning at you. "Was hopin' to spend a good bit of that with ye." 

"You… are far too sweet." You smiled, relaxing between the two of them. "Next you're gonna say you've got a better idea about my job and apartment situation."

Silence. Damning silence. You turned slowly to look at Johnny, who was busy looking anywhere but you. Simon scoffed softly. 

"You'd think he'd have learned to lie by now," Simon added conversationally, one big hand landing on your thigh. 

"Ah can lie!" Johnny immediately defended himself. "Just. Not to. Well. The two o' ye."

Your heart swelled at being so blatantly lumped in with Simon, your shock plain to see. Oh, sure, you knew these two liked you - they kept visiting you, after all. 

But this was something totally different. 

"Nope," you decided. "We are tabling that because I cannot be a rational person right now." 

Simon leaned closer to your back, his bulk bleeding warmth into the scant space between you. "Don't be rational, then," he murmured. "What're you thinking, dove?"

"Very non-feminist thoughts," you drawled, shivering briefly as Simon pressed even closer. 

"Tell us." Simon scooted forward, slowly but inexorably pressing you closer to Johnny, who looked more than willing. 

You groaned softly. Simon had a way of getting you to admit to things you wouldn't otherwise, something you both loved and hated. "Really?"

"Be a good girl for me." He was so close now you could feel his mask just brush the shell of your ear. 

"Not fair," you complained weakly, swallowing hard. But Simon squeezed your thigh and you folded. "I was thinking I'd let you both whisk me away anywhere you wanted." You ducked your head to hide in Johnny's chest, flustered. 

"There's our sweet girl," Johnny cooed, immediately pulling you closer, until you were sort of situated on his lap. 

"We'll discuss that tomorrow," Simon murmured, pressing in against your back again until you were sandwiched in warmth. "We have time." 

You huffed but didn't object, just relaxing between them. You were warm, you were tired, and they were very comforting. Honestly, you were tempted to just sleep between them. 

"Have you eaten yet?" Simon asked, thumb rubbing your thigh slowly. 

"No," you admitted, grumpy because you knew that meant he'd move. 

Simon huffed a little laugh. At your attitude, undoubtedly. "We'll take care of dinner," he assured you. "You want anything in particular?"

"Don't really care," you admitted, covering his hand with yours to link your fingers through his. 

"Don't fall asleep on us yet, gorgeous," Johnny huffed with amusement. 

"Shut up," you grumbled, nestling in closer and relaxing. "Comfortable." 

They both laughed quietly, but neither of them moved, letting you soak in the comfort you so needed. 

If they kept this up, you'd do anything for them. 

Finally, you released them both and squirmed away, because otherwise you really would fall asleep. And that would be bad. 

Simon took charge of dinner, as promised, and you didn't have to do a thing. Johnny "helped" you change into more comfortable clothes (here meaning he shamelessly ogled you and got a little hands-on but you didn't let him totally derail you). 

Simon even folded his mask up just over his nose to eat with you and Johnny, which was still new enough to be thrilling, even though it wasn't the first time. 

It was very comfortable, being so domestic with them. It really was strange - you hadn't known them long, not in the overall scheme of things, but you were so comfortable with them. 

Sometimes you wondered about impossible things. Dinners at dining tables and breakfasts in bed and exhausting yourself with the two of them. 

"Gorgeous?" Johnny touched your hand, frowning a little. 

You blinked rapidly and looked at him. "Hm?"

"Where'd ye go?" He gently closed his fingers over your hand, ducking his head a little to hold your gaze. 

You smiled and shook your head. "Just thinking. Sorry. Been a long day." 

The two exchanged a quick look, a world of communication in that one look. It almost made you ache to think about how long they'd been together, to have such wordless communication. 

"Do ye want us here tonight?" Johnny asked, squeezing your hand gently. "Or should we go back to our hotel?"

"Stay." Your heart lurched. You'd blurted that out too fast, too earnest. Revealed too much. 

But Johnny just grinned, like he'd been hoping for that. Even Simon quirked a half smile. 

"Good!" Johnny leaned close to smack an intentionally loud kiss to your cheek, just to make you laugh. "Wanna watch a movie?"

And back you settled into the simple domestic bliss, letting them squish you between them on your couch, laughing at their antics, comforted by their warmth. Neither one made a move for more, both accepting easy kisses from you. 

It didn't occur to you until you were settled in bed between them, Johnny already clinging to your front while Simon curled like a shield between your back and the rest of the world, that you'd do anything to keep this. 

Simon was already up when you woke, Johnny taking a well-deserved lie-in with you. Breakfast was easy, relaxed. 

But you remembered the promise to talk about your current situation today. Honestly, you'd rather get it over with sooner than later, or your anxiety would be out of control. 

"So," you started as you washed the dishes. Johnny was drying while Simon put everything away. (And the fact that he knew without having to ask inspired feelings that you tucked away to be examined later.) "Sounded like you two had a plan for dealing with my woes." 

Johnny snorted. "Something like that," he agreed. 

"Had an idea," Simon corrected without looking at either of you. 

"Alright, let's hear it." You glanced at them both, undeniably curious. 

Johnny breathed in slowly. "Well," he started slowly. "Was thinkin' we could help ye find a place. Closer to us. If ye wanted." 

"Closer to you?" You looked between the two, the dish in your hands all but forgotten. "Like, England?" 

"If you want." Simon spoke quietly, finally looking at you, gaze assessing. 

You nodded slowly, letting the idea sit as you scrubbed at a pan. That would be a big move for you. Very different. You didn't even know if you'd be able to find a job there, or how you'd find a job. How expensive would it be to move? 

Although, really, considering how you felt about these two… maybe it was time to have another talk, too. 

"I have questions first." 

"'Course," Johnny murmured, his foot nudging into yours as he looked at you earnestly. 

You licked your lips, debating how to proceed. Because, really, you were pretty sure you could figure out the rest of it, depending on one factor. 

"Why?" You handed off the pan to Johnny and grabbed an extra towel to dry your hands. "Is this just, like, a convenience thing for you two? Or is this something more?" 

Johnny blew out a breath. "Cut right to the heart of things," he muttered, a little wry. "It's not for convenience." 

You didn't move, still watching him, towel held tightly in your hands, all but forgotten. "Johnny, please." 

Johnny dropped his head for a moment before glancing at Simon. Simon shook his head a little, just once. Johnny swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and then nodded. 

"Truth is, gorgeous, we wanna see ye more. All the time, if we could. We like ye. More'n we should, prob'ly. And…"

You breathed in slowly, leaning closer to him. "Johnny."

He blinked at you, setting the pan down.

"You're absolutely daft if you think I'd have let you both keep coming back if I didn't care for you deeply already." You quirked a little smile, the words coming easier now that you'd seen him near fumbling his own words. 

Johnny blinked and slowly lit up, stepping right into your space. "Yeah?"

"Yes," you confirmed, amused. "Honestly. Simon knew, didn't you?" 

But when you looked at him, Simon simply looked away. 

You blinked, flabbergasted, jaw dropping. And then you started laughing, completely unable to stop yourself. At the near-twin disgruntled looks, you flapped a hand, trying to stifle your laughter long enough to explain. 

"I've been completely gone on you two for months," you managed. "And none of us was smart enough to know it." You promptly devolved again, hand over your mouth. 

They both froze completely, going quite still. Then Johnny grabbed you with a laugh, yanking your hands away from your face to kiss you thoroughly. No sooner had he released you than Simon grabbed you, mask pulled up so he could kiss the breath out of you. 

Panting, you finally pulled away from him too, looking at the both of them as the enormity of what you'd said and how they'd reacted hit you. 

Clearly you weren't the only one attached here. 

You curled a hand into Simon's shirt, your free hand taking Johnny's wrist as you towed them both to the couch. (Only because they let you but you'd take it.) 

"Tell me more about your idea." You pushed Simon down to sit on the couch and settled yourself in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Johnny pressed up against your back, hands at your hips. 

"We'd help ye find a job," Johnny murmured into your ear, squeezing your hips. "Get ye all settled." 

"Doesn't have to be a flat," Simon rumbled, hands big and warm on your sides, thumbs rubbing the skin just under your breasts. 

"Could do a house," Johnny agreed immediately, nipping the shell of your ear. "Big enough for the three of us." 

You sucked in a breath, biting your lip. Oh now that was temptation. "Somewhere to stay during your time off?" You rolled your hips down into Simon's lap and grinned when his grip immediately tightened on you. 

"And someone to come home to." Johnny bit your neck gently, humming in satisfaction at your little noise. 

"Fuck." You rolled your hips again, biting your lip. "If you're not serious about this–"

"We are." Simon bumped his hips up into yours, letting you feel the growing hardness there. "Very serious." 

"Give us the word, and we'll do it." Johnny nipped down your neck to your shoulder, hands still on your hips moving you to a slow, steady rhythm against Simon. 

You shuddered, grinding down harder. "Let's do it," you agreed, a little breathless. "Please." 

Johnny groaned softly and pressed you down harder into Simon, biting down gently on the back of your shoulder. Simon rucked your sleep shirt up and quickly pulled it off, his hands settling against your skin. 

Any other time, you might tease them about how fast clothes vanished, but right now? You didn’t say a word. Partially because Johnny had tipped your head back to kiss you while Simon took over guiding your hips against his, the feeling more intense now without barriers between you two. 

“Johnny,” Simon grunted, fingers tightening. 

Johnny hummed into the kiss before he pulled back, eyes already gone dark with desire. “Mm?” 

“Duffel bag,” was all Simon said, but Johnny seemed to understand, because he disentangled himself and stepped away. 

“Really?” you half-whined, pouting at Simon. You’d been enjoying being between the two of them, dammit. 

Simon had the gall to chuckle at you, one hand cupping your cheek and bringing you closer. “Just getting some supplies,” he murmured, soft and soothing. “Won’t take him a minute, dove.” 

He was proven right by Johnny coming up behind you again, pressing his front to your back and dropping a condom into Simon’s hand. You warmed and ducked your head, a little embarrassed you’d forgotten about that. 

“C’mere, gorgeous,” Johnny cooed in your ear, arms wrapping tight around your waist and pulling you back into his warmth. And subsequently giving Simon the space he needed to put on the condom. “Gonna let me fuck ye after, gorgeous?”

“You want to?” You didn’t look away from Simon, though, watching his hands settle on your thighs. 

“Oh, aye,” Johnny agreed, low and rough. “Very much.” 

You hummed softly, running your fingers over his arm still around your waist. “After, then.” 

Johnny nipped the back of your shoulder and moved the two of you forward, guiding your hips up. Simon simply watched, one big hand on your thigh. 

“Ready for me, dove?” Simon watched you closely, fingers rubbing against your skin. 

“More than.” You started to sink down slowly, only for Johnny to tsk and guide you, controlling the pace. You swallowed hard, not entirely sure why that was so exciting… but it very much was. 

“Look at you, gorgeous,” Johnny murmured once you were settled fully against Simon’s lap, hands clenched on his shoulders. “So pretty for us.” 

You huffed softly at him, wiggling a little, getting used to the stretch of Simon in you. His hands smoothed up your sides to your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples. 

When you moved, Johnny quickly took control again, hands moving you to a rhythm he liked. Simon seemed content to let Johnny move you, head tilted back against the couch as he watched you with dark eyes, still gently teasing you. Heat built between the three of you, and you tipped your head back onto Johnny’s shoulder. 

“Johnny…” You whined, just a little, trying to move faster. Johnny didn’t allow you.

“Hm? Somethin’ ye want, gorgeous?” he teased, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. 

“More? Please?” Your breath caught in your throat when he bit down gently, hands tightening on you.

“What d’ye think, Si?” Johnny asked, low and teasing. “Think she’s earned it?”

“Johnny,” Simon growled, hips finally stuttering up into yours, “if you don’t, I will. And I’ll keep her.”

Johnny laughed quietly but moved you faster, until you were gasping and shivering between the two. Your hands roamed restlessly over Simon, trying to make him feel as good as you felt. Your thighs trembled, back arching. 

A second set of hands joined Johnny’s at your hips, their fingers intertwining, before Simon tightened his grip and held you still. You lifted your head, confused, only for him to lift his hips up into you instead. Your lips parted, jaw dropping, eyes going hazy with pleasure. 

“C’mon, gorgeous,” Johnny goaded softly in your ear. “Make a mess of him for me.” 

A few more hard thrusts from Simon and you did just that, whimpering through the rolling pleasure of your orgasm. 

Simon didn’t even slow down, fingers tight on your hips, chasing his own pleasure now. Your overstimulated whines only spurred him on until you leaned forward, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

And bit down. 

He swore as he came, hips stuttering, grip almost punishingly tight. He finally stilled against you, grip slowly relaxing. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Johnny murmured, carefully moving one hand to rub a hand up and down your back. “Both of ye.” 

You huffed against Simon’s neck, an action he mirrored. You grinned, amused, and relaxed between the two for the moment. 

“Still alright, gorgeous?” Johnny asked after a few moments, hand lingering at the nape of your neck.

“Haven’t forgotten you,” you assured him, sitting up again, despite the way your legs shook. “How do you…?” 

Simon hummed softly, moving slowly to give you time to move with him. He situated himself longways on the couch, your knees on either side of him, one of his legs on the floor to make more room. 

“I’ve got you, dove,” he murmured, taking hold of your hands and linking your fingers together. The couch dipped behind you as Johnny moved too, giving your back one more soothing stroke before there was a rip of foil. 

“Could get used to this,” Johnny murmured, only half-teasing, pressing against your back. “Quite a view from here.” 

“I’m sure you’ll get to see more like it,” you agreed. “After we figure out the move.” 

Johnny groaned softly at the reminder. “Fuckin’ temptress, you are,” he muttered, one hand on your hip holding you steady as he slid into you. He wasn’t quite the same stretch as Simon, but he still felt divine. 

He didn’t give you slow, though. He started moving hard, startling a little yelp out of you. 

“Easy, dove,” Simon murmured, sweet in contrast to Johnny. “Hold on to me, yeah?” 

You could do nothing but obey, holding tight to Simon’s hands even as Johnny slid one hand up to your back to the nape of your neck, gently pushing you down until your chest pressed to Simon’s. 

“Doin’ so well, dove,” Simon rumbled, squeezing your hands gently. “He feel good?” 

“Yes,” you managed on a gasp, as Johnny drove harder into you, hitting somehow deeper. “Fuck!” 

Johnny groaned, hand squeezing your nape. “Beautiful,” he muttered again, almost worshipful. “What d’ye need, gorgeous?” 

You nearly choked when Johnny did something that hit a spot that sent sparks all through you. And then he hit it again. And again. Until you needed Simon’s support, moving as best you could with Johnny, making too many noises. Johnny was little better behind you, swearing softly but vehemently. 

“Close, dove?” Simon asked, eyes bright as he watched you. “Need a little more, hm?” He released one hand, sliding it down between the two of you. Two gentle fingers circled your clit and you whined, shaking. “Good fucking girl.” 

You were gone. That was all it took. You shook apart between the two of them, briefly unaware of anything beyond the burning, rolling pleasure. 

You slumped fully against Simon, panting, shivering still. Johnny followed close behind you, muffling his whines against the back of your shoulder, hips pressed flush to yours. He didn’t back off when he was done, staying pressed against you so the three of you were a sweaty heap. 

“Up, Johnny,” Simon finally ordered, both hands now soothing up and down your sides. 

Johnny groaned theatrically but got up, pressing one last kiss to the nape of your neck. 

“Think you can get up?” Simon asked softly. “Or do you need a minute longer?” 

You puffed out your cheeks. “Let’s find out.” You stood carefully, letting him hold one of your hands to help keep you steady. Your knees wobbled but held, at least long enough to get you to the bathroom. 

Simon herded you back to bed, where water waited for all three of you, a laptop already set up with a movie. You smiled, both touched and amused at his thoughtfulness. 

“I vote we do nothing the rest of the day,” you muttered, crawling into bed. 

“Nothing?” Johnny asked, moving over you to box you between himself and Simon. “At all?” He pouted at you, over the top. 

“Well, maybe a little something,” you gave in with an easy grin, cuddling between the two of them. “After we’ve rehydrated a bit.”

“Smart woman.” Simon settled against you, relaxed. “We’ve still got days, dove.” 

The reminder made you smile, an entirely different kind of warmth bubbling away in your chest. “Yes, we do.” 

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Johnny stood at the end of the terminal, anxiously shifting his weight from foot to foot. Next to him, Simon was still as stone, gaze fixed on the steady flow of people coming out of the terminal. 

Johnny checked his phone again, unable to help himself. It had been two whole minutes since he'd last checked. Still no new update from you. 

Not that he was entirely surprised. You'd had a long flight, had to gather your things. 

Well. Some of your things. The rest were being shipped, something Simon had arranged and paid for over your half-hearted protests. 

Finally, finally, he spotted you walking towards them. You were clearly tired, dressed down, looking a little limp. 

And you were still one of the lost gorgeous things he'd ever seen. 

Johnny pounced as soon as you were past the last gate, picking you up in his arms and swinging you around in a hug. You yelped and laughed, clinging to him just as hard. 

"Hi," you said, a little breathless, grinning up at him. 

"Hi yerself." Johnny finally set you back on your feet, though he didn't release you yet. 

"Flight alright?" Simon asked, putting a gentle hand against your back. 

"Long and boring." You shrugged, poking Johnny until he released you so you could turn to hug Simon instead. Johnny's heart melted at the sight of you wrapped up in Simon's arms.

"You're home now," Simon murmured, almost too quiet for even Johnny to catch. 

Johnny did melt at that, throwing himself into the hug and making you laugh, a little watery. 

"Almost," you murmured, squeezing both of them. "Come on, I'm eager to get out of here. I didn't sleep a wink." 

That was all it took for Johnny to take your backpack, Simon taking charge of your luggage, both ignoring your spluttering protests with aplomb. They loaded up the car (Simon's) and Johnny let you have the front seat. 

The house they'd chosen was out of the way, at the end of a quiet neighborhood, with plenty of garden space. 

And a huge master bedroom. 

Simon parked, and you blinked awake again. Johnny had to resist the urge to cook at how cute you looked. He hopped out first and opened your door for you, eager to bring you inside. Simon brought your things in, letting Johnny unlock the door and usher you in. 

Johnny watched with an overfull heart as you turned a slow circle, eyes huge as you looked around. 

"Welcome home, sweetheart." Simon and Johnny squished you between them, trading off kissing you. 

They had all the time in the world now.

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[strangelysamantha]

mirror sex ✧

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: smut, sex, swearing, ect.

summary: jj fucks you while he makes you watch his reflection.

request? yes! and requests are open!

a/n: i’m sorry! 💜 i’m a horny bastard.

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“let me touch you… please.” jj shook his head at your begging, extremely annoyed at the fact you were so intent on pleasing him, rather than wanting him to be pleasing you. “no. i’m going to do what i want to do to you. stop begging for my cock because you aren’t going to get it anytime soon.” you frown at his words, looking him straight in the eyes. you give him the saddest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever done, but it didn’t work.

he looks away, unable to stare at you for too long. you sigh and reach for his hand which he willingly gives you, curious to see what you would do with it. you stare up at him, and stick his 3 fingers inside your mouth, coating his fingers with your saliva, while moaning against them. his mouth opened slightly, his eyes fixated on you moving around his fingers. you released his fingers and smiled innocently. he let you guide his hand closer to your pussy. you lifted your skirt so your lace panties were revealed. you then grabbed his fingers and put them against your clothed core. he could feel your pussy pulsing. “do you see what you do to me? you haven’t even touched me and i’m already so wet for you. so wet to the point my pussy is actually pulsing.” he curses under his breath in response, shocked by how quick you were to get turned on.

you lean in for a kiss that gets heated quickly. him fighting for dominance, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth. you pull away to breathe, and then you feel him begin to grind his clothed cock against your inner thigh. you stood in between him, legs slightly apart as jj stood so close. you were sat on a counter, as he stood looking down on you. you moaned softly at the thought of being the one that gets him hard. “jj please-” you whimpered. he continued to rub his hard on against you. your foreheads are touching each other, allowing you to see his reaction when he hits a certain spot that feels good. “if i can’t suck your dick can you at least fuck me like i’m your cumslut? or is that too hard for you to do?” he halted his movements as he thought about what you just said. his bulge was pushed onto your clothed vagina, the pulses sending him over the edge, making him he realize how much of an impact he actually had on you.

“fine. if you want to be treated like a cumslut whore, than that’s the treatment you’ll get.” jj grabbed your hand and softly walked with you to the bed room as he peppered soft kisses along your skin until you reached the room. inside the room he pushed you quickly onto the bed, his hands immediately grabbing yours and pinning them above your head. you moaned due to his harsh movements and whispered out his name. he slapped you across the face before grabbing your jaw. “did i say you can moan, let alone whimper my name?” he asked while his hand moved from your face to your neck, grasping tightly. you shake your head no and he smirks, “not so confident now, what happened?” he laughed slightly before letting go of your neck.

“you sure love to act like you’re all that, but that’s all it is. an act.” you stare up at him, speechless. he shakes his head, slowly taking off his belt. once it is off he walks up to you, pinning your arms together and using it to restrict your hands. his belt made your arms concealed as they were stuck together, hanging above your head. he watches you slowly, before approaching you once again. he rips your skirt off, along with your panties. you stare, amusement finding your face. he gently but smoothly flips you over, your bent over, your ass up in full view. in front of you was a mirror, which he intended on using. “see this mirror baby?” you nod, completely vulnerable. he slaps your ass, “i’ll fuck you just like you want, on one condition.” you frown but allow him to negotiate. “you watch the mirror the whole time.” you sigh, “i can do that. easy.” he laughs but continues.

his fingers massage your clit, preparing you for his huge cock. you moan at the first contact, he pulls the ring off his finger before placing it on your ring finger. “hold on to this for me baby.” your heart flutters and you continue to watch his reflection. he licks his fingers and inserts them into you again, he’s gently stretching you out. you lean back onto him, “i need you now.” he smirks, “your wish is my command.” he jerks his cock a few times before lining it up. he looks up and makes direct eye contact with you through the mirror, and in seconds he’s slowly pushing into you. it fills you up and burns slightly, but once the burn disappears it’s complete pleasure. his hands are tight on your hips and he’s pushing you back on to him, his cock reaching deep parts inside of you. the pleasure gets too much, and you slump you head down into the pillow as you take him pounding deep in you. it doesn’t take long for him to notice.

“i said you had to watch as i fucked you.” he forced your head forward to make you watch. you whimper as his cock slams inside you at a fast pace. you try to hold the whines in, you knew it would only inflate his ego more but you couldn’t help the few that slipped out. he was making you feel too good. “please jj.” he was fast and consistent. “you feel me baby? feel me deep in your pussy?”

you nod yes, your stomach tightens at the pleasure. he slaps your ass, and continues to grab your hips while he thrusts deep in you. he groans, “fuck baby i’m so close.” he pulls out and continues to jerk his cock, you flip around, and he cums all over your chest and stomach. “so fucking good baby. you make me feel so good.” you smile at the approval and after a few seconds of regaining a steady breath, he grabs a towel to clean up his mess.

“i said you had to watch as i fucked you.” he forced your head forward to make you watch. you whimper as his cock slams inside you at a fast pace. you try to hold the whines in, you knew it would only inflate his ego more but you couldn’t help the few that slipped out. he was making you feel too good. “please jj.” he was fast and consistent. “you feel me baby? feel me deep in your pussy.”

you nod yes, your stomach tightens at the pleasure. he slaps your ass, and continues to grab your hips while he thrusts deep in you. he groans, “fuck baby i’m so close.” he pulls out and continues to jerk his cock, you flip around, and he cums all over your chest and stomach. “so fucking good baby. you made me feel so good.” you smile at the approval and after a few seconds of regaining a steady breath, he grabs a towel to clean up his mess.

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[astonmartingf]

LOVE, AGAIN ; LH44

— after another failed first date, lewis calls yn for a debrief reminiscing their past relationships

amgf in case you didn't notice, i'm moving my works... that's it

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Waving goodbye to the man, you stand in front of your apartment complex watching his car leave from the corner of your eyes. Pressing your lips on a thin line, you fish out your phone pressing ‘4’, but before it could input your command the screen flashes of a familiar contact photo.

Chucking to yourself at the coincidence you swipe your phone answering the call as you make your way in the elevator. “Good evening. I was just about to call you. Is this where you say you’re staying the night at her place?”

Your voice filled with excitement for your friend, in the hopes that his date went better than yours. On the other end of the phone you could hear the sound of his engine purring, perking you up as he could be on his way to a successful date.

His laughter rings to your ears, “I am staying over but not at her place-”

An audible gasp left your lips, cutting him off- “Oh my gosh you cheeky bastard! Are you actually going to have a one night stand Sir-”

“I’m staying over yours.” Your enthusiasm slows down as you ponder over his words, wincing while you enter your apartment.

Removing your heels you set your bag down the counter, opening the fridge your eyes land on the bottle of wine you wanted to share with him- “Debrief?”

A hum was heard from the other side of the phone, “I’ll be there in 10. See you darling.” His voice was curt as he ended the call before you could sympathize with him.

“And then she just kept talking about herself, which I personally don’t mind as it takes off a lot of the burden from me constantly talking, it was a nice change…” Lewis swirled the wine in his glass, adorning matching pajamas with you, face covered in a clay mask, the perfect trifecta after a long day.

“But- clearly there’s something else that you’re omitting for the story. What happened after Lewis?” You scoot closer to him, desperately closing in the distance, curiously pressing the details on his eventful night.

Looking away, Lewis sighs before taking a sip of his drink, “She just said something that rubbed me off the wrong way.”

Sitting up straight you squint your eyes, inspecting his facial expressions, observing his body language and looking for little quips that could help you pinpoint what exactly his date said. “You don’t say… she said something about Abu Dhabi right?”

Gawking, Lewis scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You of all people… I can’t believe you sweetheart, you’re supposed to console me after my sad date. And no, for the record I don’t think she cared too much about me being a driver, which was a plus but there were other factors that outweighed why the date ended sourly.”

You stop laughing halfway as your face softens at his statement, “I’m sorry… But you have to admit that was funny. It just came out of nowhere, I shouldn’t be teasing you when you called me to hang out after a failed date…”

Lewis perks up as you mention failed dates, “Speaking of dates, what about you? Now that I’m thinking about it, you left earlier than me, what happened?”

A sigh left from your lips, grasping the bits of memory about your date just hours ago. “Honestly, it wasn’t that memorable. It was like an interview, he kept asking me questions and not in a way to form a conversation, he’s just nosy.”

Lewis grimaced before shaking his head in disappointment, “Yikes… sucks to be you I guess.” shrugging, Lewis downs the remainder of his drink before setting the glass on the table.

“Who would’ve thought, we’re both successful in our careers, getting paid, we have ample time, yet here we are… Is this the mid-life crisis people were talking about in their 30s?” Your eyes met Lewis’ mulling over his questions.

“I disagree. I think it’s alright… I mean where else would I be if not here with you? I’m fine with that, I think you just miss being out and about with people apart from me… Am I boring you Lewis?”

Shaking his head in disagreement, Lewis lets out a breathy laugh, “I’m not even sure what I miss, this is fine… It’s a lot better, I’m stable, I’m doing the things I love to do and spending time with the people I love. Maybe I just miss the feeling of what could’ve been, the choices I made that put me here, every now and then I think if things had gone differently.”

A small smile forms your lips, “You’re missing her aren’t you?”

Raising his brows, the corners of Lewis’ mouth curl up to a small smile. “I think about her, I do. But do I miss her? As a lover, no. As friends, maybe. It’s just, she was there in my life for a long time, and now she’s gone. A lot of people have come and gone, and at the end of the day we always come back to each other.”

You nod, tracing the rim of your glass, “I remember you calling me after your break-up with Nicole- funnily enough I don’t think I told you this but I was on a date that time.”

Lewis let out a gasp before scooching closer to you, “What? When was this? How did I not know about this?”

Holding back your laughter you place your glass on the table beside his. “It just happened, I was on this date with a guy… I’m thankful you called because he was insisting we go have drinks at some bar, I wasn’t interested and he kept saying something. You just called then and there when I needed you the most… and I guess the same goes for you.”

Silent, Lewis trails back on his memories of what happened that night, nodding his head slowly as he recollects what had happened. “I’m glad I called you, I guess we both needed each other that night. And I’m sorry for your shitty date in the past.”

“It was fine, it gave me something else to focus on… and when I went over to yours we ended up drinking either way so it’s just a full circle. I ended up drinking with a different person.”

Lying down on the sofa, Lewis settles his head on top of the pillow on your lap, “It’s been so long… You think I still have it? The charm?”

Choking on your drink, you laugh at Lewis’ statement, “Are you actually worried about that? Lewis, you’re in your thirties… What was that film again? Thirty, flirty, and thriving? Yeah, you don’t have to worry Lew- look at you, I don’t think you should worry.”

Lewis hums in your assurance, “You think so?”

“I know so. You’ll feel it Lewis, you’ll be in love again.”

#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton imagine

[steddieas-shegoes]

In addition to modern migraine Steve (my beloved) I would absolutely adore a oneshot of migraine Steve and chronic pain Eddie taking care of each other if that sparks any creative juices for you!

Thank you!!! I will give Steve a migraine any chance I get, which is really unfair and not cool, but it's just why not make the boy suffer more? But chronic pain Eddie? NEW TO ME. I mean obviously there is so much potential to be explored and boy I hope I explored it enough in this for you. Hope you love it - Mickala ❤️

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It was a bad day for Eddie.

His bones ached, his muscles ached, his scars, somehow, ached.

The clothes on his body felt like they weighed 100 pounds and were covered in needles.

The trek to the bathroom felt like a marathon and he was in dead fucking last.

He hadn’t always been like this; The pain hadn’t always controlled his life the way it started to after the Upside Down.

Sure, the injuries he sustained there caused problems, but they’d figured out that they’d just exacerbated what was already slowly happening in his body.

Fibromyalgia.

Wayne said it ran in the family, that some of them just had mild cases that were easily treated with pain meds, hot baths, and massages.

Maybe he’d get lucky and that would be it.

Or maybe luck left him long ago and he was stuck with the bad kind.

The kind that left him in pain always, but on some days, it was the kind of pain that made him wish the bats had achieved their goal of eating him from the inside out.

Some things did help dull the pain.

He took Tylenol like it was candy, probably destroying his liver in the process.

Sometimes just floating in Steve’s pool helped take the sharp pains away.

Hot baths helped if Steve served as his pillow.

Sleeping it away was good when his body let him do that.

Steve was still asleep in bed, lucky bastard. He wouldn’t have to hear Eddie’s groaning while he tried to just use the damn toilet.

He sat because it hurt to stand more than it hurt to sit, and let his head fall forward.

He heard footsteps coming into the bathroom and he sighed.

“Go back to bed, Stevie.”

“Bad day?”

Steve was speaking so low, Eddie had to strain to hear him.

Oh no.

“Mhm. Migraine?”

“Mhm.”

Steve walked over to the bath, turning the faucets until he felt their desired temperature.

“We don’t have to do this right now. You should go back to bed so your head gets better.”

“Wanna help you. It’ll help me, too.”

He was probably at least a little right about that. Baths did help his migraines sometimes too.

Steve poured the peppermint oil soap into the tub, which was specifically for their bad days.

It helped the pounding in his head and the shooting pains in Eddie’s body.

Eddie got up, removed all of his clothing, and let his back rest against the cool tile wall behind him.

It provided a bit of relief, like a full body ice pack, as he watched Steve strip off his sweatpants and boxers.

Steve got in, shutting off the water when he was sitting down, and relaxed against the back of the tub. He looked over at Eddie and nodded at him to get in.

Eddie slipped in slowly, his body screaming at him to stop moving, but also asking for relief in any form it could have.

He settled his back against Steve’s chest, sighing when the warmth of the bath and coolness of the peppermint helped ease some of the joint and muscle pain he felt.

Steve rested his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, fingers giving just enough pressure for him to know what he was wordlessly asking.

Eddie nodded.

Steve started rubbing his shoulders, making him moan with relief.

Steve kissed the back of his neck after a few minutes, letting him know he was taking a break and resting his eyes. They both tried to rest, tried to keep the pain at bay for just a bit longer.

Eventually, the water got colder. Steve didn’t like sitting in cold water, it sent him into panic attacks, so Eddie took one for the team and leaned up and over to drain the water.

He stood up and wrapped the towel hanging up around his waist, moving slowly to trick his body into thinking he was still in the warm bath.

He helped Steve stand knowing his migraines brought an imbalance in equilibrium, a nausea he couldn’t prevent when he moved too fast.

He wrapped Steve’s towel around his waist, ignoring the twinge of his elbows and back as he did so.

But Steve didn’t ignore it. He looked at him sadly and tilted his head towards the door.

They made it back to their bed, both somehow more tired than before, as if they’d actually run a marathon instead of just walked to the bathroom to take a bath.

They didn’t bother trying to dry off, dropping their towels and getting into bed naked and damp, letting the sheets do the work that they should’ve done.

It hurt to feel anything touching him, but something about the way Steve’s body curved just right into his, his hand resting over his worst scar on his abdomen, made it bearable.

Steve rested his head against his chest, letting out a shaky breath like he’d been holding it back until he could be comfortable in bed. Maybe he had been.

Eddie’s fingers found their way to Steve’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp in a way that he knew helped distract from the pulsing in his head.

They fell asleep like that, holding each other in the ways that helped, in the ways that made them feel like they could face another day despite the pain.

They slept their bad days away, together, until they found good days again.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #migraine steve harrington #chronic pain eddie munson #anon request #requests #soft soft soft #hurt/comfort

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

heyy, i think this is my first fic request ever so here it comes, could you write something based on this line "can i bit your tongue like my bad habit?", plss?

you know im a freaky about modern sihtric, so modern sihtric it is, and something between lowkey smut and explicit. aaand also, can i have sihtric with skmd hair, the braided and unbraided style maybe?

warnings: so... there's smut.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric was a troublemaker and you tried to stay away from him, but you couldn't deny the feelings you had for him.

word count: 3.2k

Note: Look, I struggled here, my gods, I struggled. After being told the line was from a song, I looked it up and was... still confused. "It's biscuits, it's gravy." What????? What is biscuits and gravy????? Anyway, this is the best I could do lmao, I hope you'll enjoy it. Thanks for the challenge, haha! I also hope I didn't go overboard with the smut, but I just had to save my story somehow :')

taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion

'Of course I fucking like you.'

************ 'Sihtric, are you going to make a move or just sit here sulking?' 'Why would I even try, Uhtred?' 'Why wouldn't ya?' Finan was quick to ask. 'She won't even give me the time of day,' Sihtric scoffed, 'she's too good for me.'

Finan sighed and Uhtred shook his head while Sihtric brushed his hands through his long, loose, wavy hair, and they all watched you walk back to their table with a few drinks.

Sihtric had fallen for you ever since he first saw you. Uhtred, your long time friend, had introduced you to his friends after you had recently moved to their town. You quickly got along with them and often joined when they went out drinking. You were quick to notice Sihtric and his good looks, but he was rather quiet and would often get into some trouble after a few drinks. Whether it was a bar fight or him stealing cigarettes at a gas station, the night would never be boring when Sihtric was there. Which was also why you kept your distance with him. You had moved away from your previous city because you had run with the wrong crowds, and you didn't want to end up in the same situation here again. Uhtred and Finan always reassured you that everything was fine, but they also couldn't deny that Sihtric was a troublemaker. And they knew he was head over heels for you, whereas you had managed to keep your interest hidden from everyone.

'This round is on me,' you smiled and Finan cheered loudly.

'No,' Uhtred laughed, 'stop giving rounds, Finan here will only take advantage.'

'Oh, really?' you chuckled. Finan smiled with a guilty look as Uhtred nudged his arm.

'And what about you?' you asked as you sat down next to Sihtric.

'What about me?'

'Will you also take advantage?' you purred. 

Sihtric chuckled lightly and looked away from you.

'Lady, he will gladly take advantage of ya!' Finan laughed, a little too loud.

Uhtred broke out in a laugh and you felt your cheeks heat up. You glanced at Sihtric, who had a smirk on his face but wouldn't meet your eyes. You wondered if Finan was hinting at something, but you didn't dare to ask.

'So, I didn't tell you guys yet, but… I have a date this saturday,' you grinned.

The three men snapped their heads at you as you took a sip of your drink. Uhtred and Finan quickly glanced at Sihtric before directing their gaze back at you.

'Aye? Who's the lucky bastard?' Finan asked as he looked at Sihtric again.

'Some guy I met on a dating app. We've only been talking for a few days.'

'Is he serious about you?' Uhtred asked, as always being like a protective brother.

'Hard to tell,' you sighed. Uhtred and Finan chuckled lightly, knowing how men on those dating apps are these days.

'And well… worst case, he'll only want to fuck me, right?' you snorted.

'Excuse me,' Sihtric said and stood up, almost knocking over the drinks with the force he used to shove his chair back against the table.

'Hey, watch it,' Uhtred said as he managed to grab his glass in time.

You gave Finan a surprised look as Sihtric grabbed his coat off the chair before walking out.

'Wait, is he leaving? Like really leaving?' you asked, confused.

Uhtred shrugged lightly while Finan gave you a quick nod.

'But why?' you scoffed, 'what did I say?'

Both men looked at each other and sighed, clearly not wanting to talk.

'What are you guys not telling me?' you frowned.

'It's nothing,' Uhtred smiled weakly. 

'Well it's clearly something. Does he not like my company?'

'Why d'ya think that?' Finan asked.

'Ever since I met him he's always been quiet to me, but when I see him with you guys he seems more… talkative.'

'Aye, he always bites his tongue around you. It's his bad habit.'

'Biting his tongue around me? So he really does not like me around?' you tried to not let them hear the pain in your voice, but it was already too late.

'Finan never said that,' Uhtred finally spoke, 'he does like you around. We all like having you around, it's just…' he looked at Finan and sighed, 'it's complicated.'

'No, it's really not that complicated. It's very clear. I'm sorry I tried to interfere in this group,' you spoke fast while you stood up. You quickly grabbed your coat and bag and stormed off, like Sihtric had done. Both men looked bewildered after you had left and ordered another drink.

Finan and Uhtred had been texting you for several days, but you didn't reply. You felt as if you had been trying to force yourself into their friend group, which is not the way you wanted things to be. 

Besides, you had your date tonight. No time for negative emotions. You dressed up nicely and made your way over to the restaurant in the evening, where you were to meet your date. You nervously checked your phone constantly. Your date hadn't replied anymore since last night, and you had a bad feeling about it. You waited for over an hour but no one ever showed up. With cheeks flushed in embarrassment you apologised to the waitress and paid for the one drink you had and left. You hurried out the door and wiped some tears away. You weren't hurt, just really angry. How could someone be such an asshole? 

At the same time you got a text from Finan, who asked how your date was going, but you were still too embarrassed so you didn't reply. You tucked your phone in your bag as you walked around a corner and accidentally bumped harshly into a stranger who stood still.

'Hey, wow, gods,' the stranger chuckled lightly and quickly grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from tripping backwards.

'Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I wasn't looking-,' you said and looked up to the stranger, 'I was….' you paused and frowned, 'Sihtric?' 

Your heart skipped a beat when you realised you had walked into Sihtric. It was already dark out and you had barely recognized him as he looked different. You only ever saw him with his hair either loose or tied in a bun, both looks which you simply loved, and you may or may not have had explicit thoughts some nights which involved pulling his hair. 

But today his hair was braided, revealing he had an undercut all this time. Right above the undercut, on both sides of his head, was a small, tight braid. And on top, where his hair was longer, was a more loose braid. And all braids were tied together in a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. The street lights highlighted his sharp jawline, and his look simply made you gasp for air. You were at a loss for words.

'You,' Sihtric smiled, but quickly frowned when he noticed you had cried. 

'Hey,' he sounded concerned and pulled you closer by your shoulders, 'are you okay?'

You sighed and shrugged at him as you felt tears well up again, out of anger and embarrassment.

'What happened?' Sihtric asked and cupped your cheeks, 'you had your date tonight, right?'

You nodded slightly and looked down. You felt confused about the fact that he had stormed off that night at the bar when you had mentioned it, but here he was, bringing it up.

'Did something happen?' Sihtric asked as he wiped your tears away, and his voice abruptly changed from concern to slight anger, 'has he hurt you?' 

His eyes scanned your face and exposed arms quickly for any bruises, or anything else that would indicate you had been hurt physically.

'No,' you sighed, and instinctively placed your hands on his wrists as he still held your face, 'he hasn't hurt me, not like that.' 

You looked up at Sihtric, who was not hiding his own hurtful expression upon seeing you upset.

'He just stood me up. That's all. And I feel really fucking embarrassed about it,' you scoffed, 'I'm not hurt, I'm just … I'm angry. I really don't want to talk about it.'

Sihtric clicked his tongue and sighed as he gave you a compassionate look.

'I'm sorry, love,' he said and pulled you in his arms, 'you don't deserve that.'

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, while Sihtric rubbed your back with one hand and placed his other hand lightly on the back of your head. You just stood there, embracing, for a few minutes as you tried to calm yourself about the entire situation. You had to be above this kind of behaviour and not allow some stupid guy to make you this upset. In the meantime you felt yourself melt into Sihtric's embrace and you smiled weakly to yourself when you noticed how nice he smelled. You felt comfortable in his arms and wished you could just always have them around you.

'But,' you sniffled a little, 'what are you doing here?'

'Me? Oh, nothing really.'

You pulled away slightly to look up at him.

'You just stand behind corners in the dark for fun?' you frowned.

'And what about it?'

You sighed and decided to drop it. You didn't care what he was doing, you were happy to have walked into him. Sihtric was relieved to see you didn't question him any further. He wasn't planning on telling you that he had stolen a watch from a random and oblivious bypasser, just moments before you had walked into him.

'Anyway,' Sihtric suddenly snorted, 'whoever stood you up is a real fucking idiot.'

'Right?' you chuckled lightly.

'Mhm,' he hummed and pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he smiled, 'any man should consider himself lucky to only even draw your attention.'

You smiled and rolled your eyes. 'Oh please, like you care. You stormed off last time I spoke to you,' you chuckled. 

Sihtric suddenly moved his hands down to your waist and you nervously tugged at his shirt.

'Maybe,' he paused and took a deep breath before he spoke again, 'maybe I stormed off because I didn't want to hear about you seeing someone that is not me,' he smirked slightly at his last words and bit his lower lip.

'What?' you frowned with a chuckle.

'I think you heard me.' His smirk grew wider and he cocked his head to the side as he watched you struggle with your thoughts.

'Sihtric,' you scoffed and shook your head in confusion, 'what… are you… you're saying that you like me?'

'Of course I fucking like you,' he said softly and leaned his forehead gently against yours.

'What? Since when?' you stammered and felt flustered at how close he was, 'w-wait… why did you not… why d-did you never say anything?'

'I thought you were too good for me. I mean how,' he paused and lightly tightened his grip on your waist, which simply set you on fire, 'how could a guy like me possibly get a girl like you?'

'Sihtric,' you said weakly and moved your hands up to his shoulders, 'you don't understand how much I've wanted you ever since I first saw you.'

He scoffed and shook his head, 'please, baby,' he whispered, 'don't play with me right now.'

'I'm not,' you quickly hushed him, 'but you were always so quiet around me. I thought maybe you didn't like me becoming a part of your friend group. And…' you chuckled and paused.

'And what?' he smiled. He brushed his lips lightly against yours when you didn't answer him, making you sigh.

'And… I know you're a troublemaker, Sihtric.'

'Am I?' he asked playfully.

'Yes, you are.'

You hissed lightly when he suddenly pushed you up against the wall.

'And what about it?' he whispered, gently pushing your chin up with his thumb and index finger, making you look into his eyes.

'I… I moved to leave my own troubles behind, Sihtric. And I was worried I would get caught up in yours if I got too close. But I never got you out of my head,' you chuckled, 'not even if I tried.'

'So all this time…'

'... All this time I liked you,' you shrugged lightly.

'And all this time I bit my tongue,' he smiled and shook his head, 'when all I wanted was to bite your tongue,' he whispered as he leaned in, 'I wish I knew you wanted me all this time.' 

And without any hesitation he pressed his lips against yours. You immediately melted into his kiss and your head was spinning at the taste of his lips. His hands slipped under your shirt and he dug his fingers into your skin when you placed your hands onto his neck, to deepen the kiss. You moaned slightly at the feeling of his rough hands grabbing onto your skin. Sihtric used your moment of weakness to slide his tongue in your mouth, causing you to moan against his lips and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, forcing him to break the kiss.

'No, please,' you begged, desperately, 'don't stop, Sihtric.'

'Oh, I got you begging already?' he laughed as he looked down at you. 

You saw his eyes darken with a certain hunger and he moved his hand up your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair. 

'You want me, baby?' he teasingly licked his lips, 'hm? You want me now?'

'Yes,' you whined. 

'Say that you want me,' he said sternly, tugging your hair.

'I want you, Sihtric. I've always wanted you and no one else,' you nearly moaned while he forced you to look up at him as he kept his grip on your hair.

'So what about those men you dated?' he asked and leaned in to brush his lips over your exposed neck.

'What about them?' you sighed and closed your eyes as he slowly dragged his tongue over your neck, up to your ear.

'Did you think of me when you let them fuck you?' he asked, softly biting your ear.

'What if I did?' you asked out of breath.

'So what if I want to fuck you?'

'Right now? Here?' you asked slightly concerned.

'Not here,' Sihtric laughed and he looked over his shoulder, 'there maybe.'

'What? At the mall?' you snorted.

'Let's fuck in the back in the mall,' he smirked, 'if you really want me.'

You gave Sihtric a slight push and grabbed his hand, pulling him with you towards the mall.

'Where to now?' you giggled, and he quickly pulled you with him to a narrow hall in the back of the mall, which consisted of small offices. He took a quick look around, and after he saw no one nearby he kneeled down and started to pick open a lock.

'What the hell are you doing?'

'Trying to fuck you in the mall, lady,' he huffed.

'Do I want to ask if you have done this before?'

'I haven't fucked anyone here, I swear it, but I have been held here several times.'

You frowned and he looked up at you, 'after I stole things and had to wait for the cops,' he shrugged and focused on the lock again, 'they take your stolen stuff away and keep it here for a few hours. So I started to keep track of the place and found out that after 8 in the evening,' the lock clicked open, 'no one uses these offices.'

He gave you a proud smile and pulled you into the random office, quickly sitting you up on a desk. He wasted no time in kissing you again and you both started to take off each other's clothes. Your fingers fumbled with his hair, untangling his braids while your tongues fought for dominance.

'You're so fucking beautiful,' he whispered as he ran his hands over your body, 'maybe I was wrong,' he continued as you brushed your fingers through his loose hair, 'maybe you're not too good for me. You're exactly what I need.'

'And I need you in me, now,' you sighed impatiently and pulled down his boxers. 

Sihtric kissed you roughly as you took out his cock and worked his length with your hand for a moment. He pulled you up to the edge of the desk and swiftly pulled down your panties, and you soon felt how he teased your wet entrance with the tip of his cock, making you groan impatiently before he pushed inside you.

'Fuck, you fill me up so good,' you moaned, 'even better than I imagined.'

'Tell me what you imagined,' he said as he thrusted deep inside you.

'Just you,' you sighed, making him moan as you pulled his hair, 'fucking me like the troublemaker that you are.'

'You just love trouble, huh?' he chuckled and licked your lower lip before biting it.

'God, I fucking I love the way you feel right now, babe,' you moaned and dug your nails in his back as he continued thrusting hard and deep into you.

'I think,' he spoke out of breath, never slowing his pace, 'you're the troublemaker here.'

'Oh, really?' you laughed.

'Yeah. You make me break into an office, make me lose control,' Sihtric said hoarsely and lifted your leg over his shoulder.

'Oh, fuck, baby, yes! Right there, just like that,' you cried out in pleasure.

'Hm, you like that?'

'Yes… please, you feel so good, Sihtric.'

'You like causing trouble?' he laughed and bit your ear.

'Yeah.'

'Yeah?' he moaned and hissed when he felt you tighten around his cock, 'I was just being a good boy tonight, baby,' he teased as he licked your lips, 'I wasn't looking for any trouble. But look what you made me do.'

'Hmm, you're still a good boy,' you moaned with a chuckle, 'the way you fuck me right now, so good, so, ahh…' you moaned as you suddenly felt your high approaching, and Sihtric slammed hard into you as you tightened up.

'You have no trouble taking my cock, do you?' he smirked as he watched you lay down onto the desk, 'cum for me,' he said and that was all you needed. You arched your back as his name slipped from your mouth and he quickly leaned down to kiss you through your high.

You whined as Sihtric suddenly pulled out quickly and he swiftly brought you down to your knees.

'Are you a good girl?' he asked with a smirk, placing his hand on your cheek and bringing his cock to your lips.

'Do you want me to be a good girl?' you smiled innocently and teased the tip of his cock with your tongue.

He groaned at the feeling and looked down at you with dark, narrow eyes.

'I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and watch you swallow my cum, is that what good girls do?'

'Hmm… no,' you pouted in a mocking manner.

You teasingly licked his throbbing cock, making him groan again and causing him to lean back against the desk to keep his balance.

'Ah, fuck,' he hissed as he laughed, 'you know I am trouble,' he said hoarsely as his fingers tangled in your hair, 'and you feel so good, babe, but only a bad girl can handle me.'

'I can handle you and your bad habits,' you smiled, and you'd show him.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom #tlk fic #tlk #sihtric kjartanson

[howlingday]

April fools: Jaune continuously gets prank by everyone in his team and Team RWBY. Even Pyrrha of all people joined the fun. It’s got to the point where Jaune called his Saphron and Terra to visit beacon to help prank them all in such an unexpected way. Terra would barge through Team JNPR’s dorm get the attention of Team RWBY in the process and demand Jaune pays for child support for his son Adrian.

How does everyone react to this?

FOOLISH ARC

Blake: Ruby, do you have any twos?

Ruby: Go fish.

Blake: ...Ruby, I've gone through the entire list of cards, and you've said, "Go fish" every time.

Ruby: I don't have any twos!

Weiss: Let me see your hand.

Ruby: No! That's cheating!

Weiss: It's not cheating if you're the one cheating!

Yang: Ruby, if you have a two, just hand it over. Don't be a-

FUCKING BASTARD!

Ruby: ...

Weiss: ...

Blake: ...

Yang: ...

JAUNE ARC, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!

Yang: ...I'll get it. (Opens door) Uh, you good?

Terra: (Whirls around) No! I am not good! Not until I find Jaune Arc!

Yang: Uh, he's probably out with his team. I can call them if you want.

Terra: Are there any girls on his team?

Yang: Uh, yeah. Why?

Terra: (Kicks his door) KNOCKING UP MORE POOR GIRLS AND DITCHING THEM, JAUNE ARC?! I WILL FORCE-FEED YOUR COCK DOWN YOUR OWN FUCKING THROAT!

Yang: Graphic. Hey, uh, Weiss? Can you call... Ren and ask him where Jaune is?

Weiss: Uh, okay?

Terra: Is Ren another one of his girlfriends?

Yang: Uh, no, I don't think he is.

Weiss: I'm calling him now.

Yang: So, uh, how do you know Jaune?

Terra: He's the worst mistake of my life.

Yang: Uh... huh.

Terra: (Sighs) Sorry, I'm just really pissed off. (Extends hand) I'm Terra. I'm the mother of Jaune's baby.

Yang: ...I'm sorry, what?

Weiss: Yang, they're saying he disappeared into a hotel. There was a woman waiting for him at the door.

Yang: Uh-

Terra: Which hotel?!

Weiss: Uh, The Oracle?

Terra: (Runs off) I'M COMING FOR YOU, JAUNE ARC!

Weiss: Yang, what's going on?!

Yang: I'll explain it on the way there! Right now, we gotta go save Vomit Boy!

Ruby: What?! Why?!

Yang: No time, Ruby! We gotta go!

---------------------------------------------------

Terra: (At the front desk)

Yang: There she is!

Nora: Stop her!

Terra: STAY OUT OF MY WAY! (Sprints up the stairs)

Pyrrha: (Stops at the desk) I need you to call the police! That woman is going to assault my team leader!

Clerk: Um, okay?

Ruby: I got her! (Petal bursts up) Ma'am, please! Take a deep breath and- WHOA!

Terra: (Shoulder checks Ruby into a wall)

Ruby: Oogh...

Terra: (Stops at the door, Opens and enters)

Yang: CRAPCRAPCRAP! (Bangs on the door) MA'AM, OPEN UP!

Nora: Are we too late?!

Jaune: (Muffled) TERRA?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Terra: (Muffled) I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY, YOU BASTARD! YOU AND YOUR WHORE!

Saphron: (Screams)

Jaune: TERRA, PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!

Yang: (Nods to Nora)

Nora: (Readies shoulder)

Jaune: AAAAAAAAUGH!

Weiss: (Watches as the two knock it down, Steps inside) MA'AM, PUT THE KNIFE-! Huh?

Adrian: Pew! Pew! (Giggles)

Jaune: (Holding Adrian) Gotcha! (Chuckles)

Yang: Wh... What the hell?

Jaune: We got you guys good! Ha!

Blake: Wait, what's going on?

Jaune: You guys just got pranked.

Nora: WHAT?!

Yang: Dude, what the hell?!

Jaune: This is payback for pranking me these past few months.

Jaune: (Points to Ruby) The sugar shaker!

Ruby: What?!

Jaune: (Points to Weiss) The ice bucket!

Weiss: You spiteful-!

Jaune: (Points to Blake) The snare trap!

Blake: You were fine. Just hung upside down for a while.

Jaune: (Points to Nora) The depantsing!

Nora: Oh, come on! People call you Long Jaune now! I would kill for a nickname after my undies!

Jaune: (Points to Pyrrha) The tinfoil potato!

Pyrrha: Um, I'm sorry? I should have known tinfoil doesn't microwave well... or at all.

Jaune: (Points to Ren) The pond scum!

Ren: That was a protein shake. I didn't prank you.

Jaune: Oh... W-Well, there's still Yang, who pranked me harder than anyone else! (Lists off on his fingers) The Beowolf cake, the Cake Beowolf, the whoopie cushions, the warm water, the weighted bottle!

Yang: Yeah, but faking a homicidal baby momma?! Don't you think that's a bit extreme?!

Jaune: You made me eat bathroom grout, Yang! (Sniffs) Disguised as dinosaur chicken nuggets, too...

Adrian: (Pats Jaune's head)

Saphron: Jaune called me and told me everything, so my wife, Terra, and I came as soon as we could to help him prank back at the people who were tormenting my baby brother.

Jaune: I'm not a baby.

Yang: So this was all a big prank to get back at us?

Terra: Correct.

Nora: Ooooooh! Okay! That was pretty good!

Yang: Yeah, I'm kinda embarrassed I didn't see it sooner. I mean, there's no way Jaune has a baby with you.

Terra: ...

Saphron: ...

Jaune: ...

Adrian: ...

Yang: ...

Yang: ...HUH?!

#rwby #blake belladonna #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #terra cotta arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #jaune arc #saphron cotta arc #adrian cotta arc #april fools

[xxavengingangelxx]

Long Way from Home 1/?

Ok, so here is chapter one of I don't know how many. I have 25 pages of this. My goal is to immerse the reader in this world and put them into the OC's shoes as she questions her sanity and breaks down. I don't know how it's going to end yet.

Same intro: 141's translator isn't able to escape after Graves's betrayal. He takes her, thinking she has information. Things go horribly. Stockholm Syndrome eventually sets in and our OC feels her 141 identity being ripped to shreds while a new one, possibly loyal to Shadow Company takes hold.

Idk how this is going to do because it's a darker fic. War Criminal Graves for sure. Really insecure about this one :/

READ: Trigger warnings (for the whole fic): Kidnapping, eventual dub-con, threatened rape, torture, mind fucking games, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.

TAGS: Dub-con, violence, torture, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.

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Graves.

You looked up at him as your vision became clearer. Your head was pounding. You realized you were lying in the street. Did someone hit you over the head? You couldn’t recall. Graves started shooting and everyone ran for cover or tried shooting back. You shot back maybe once or twice. Truth was you were terrified of Graves’s Shadows and wanted to get the hell away from them.

You were able to camouflage into the woods and managed to make it to the streets on your way to the agreed upon rendezvous point, which was planned in case just an event happened.

The coldness, hardness, and wetness of that same street took your attention away from the sharp pains seemingly crushing your skull. Raindrops made your vision blurry every now and then as they landed in your eyes.

But that didn’t stop you from glaring at Graves. If looks could kill the man would’ve dropped dead on the spot. After all the missions, all the teamwork, and especially all the nights spent with him…you felt disgusted.

But you still felt small, vulnerable, like prey, even with all your gear on. You were flat on your back surrounded by Shadows (demons)…and Graves. You were beginning to worry. Sure, you’d received the training required to tag along with the 141 but definitely not quite all of it. How the hell were you going to put up with being tortured for information or being held captive if it came to that?

“141’s translator.” Graves smirked. “Good to see ya again, Valdez. Been better though, yeah?”

You said nothing. The firefight had stopped although you didn’t know how much time had passed between the end of the fight and now. You only hoped Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro were okay. You didn’t know what all had happened. All you remembered is that gunshots rang out and everyone ran.

You apparently didn’t run fast enough.

“Where are your friends?” Graves commanded, looking down on you with his hands clutching his vest.

Arrogant bastard.

“141?”

“Duh.”

“I dunno,” you answered simply. “You kinda fucked everything up when you started shooting.”

He laughed. He sounded cruel.

“Where are they?”

“How the fuck would I know?”

“Don’t act. You had to have a rendezvous point.”

You remained silent.

Graves paused before saying, “Actually you know what? Let’s get outta this rain.”

Rough and careless hands grabbed your arms and pulled you into a sitting position, soaking the rest of your clothes.

“Watch it,” you snapped. “Cabron. No me vuelvas a tocar,” you added in your native tongue, demanding he not touch you again.

You heard Graves scoff from the inside of a dilapidated building. He then said, “Cuff ‘er and bring ‘er to me.”

You felt those same rough hands placed thick plastic zip ties around your wrists after pulling your arms behind your back and he pull them tight, almost painfully so. You were then pulled to stand in the same coarse manner before being led into a building that looked like it was barely standing. It had been gutted inside and out. The same Shadow shoved you and you fell onto your knees and shin hard in front of Graves. You felt your knees scrape and bleed.

“Forgot how good you look on your knees,” he smirked. He reached towards you and you almost bit him. He ripped your radio off, also taking your earpiece with it and cutting your ear. He gave it to one of his men, telling them to get rid of it.

You ignored what Graves had said because how could he fucking forget when you’d just seen him last night? You instead decided to temporarily focus your anger on the Shadow that had roughed you up earlier. “Fuckin’ asshole,” you snapped at the faceless man. “Tu mama no te enseño que los hombres no les pegan a las mujeres?” You then shot back, asking him if his mother never taught him that men don’t hit women.

“Now you need to knock that Spanish shit off,” Graves mentioned. “You’re in the presence of Americans so speak English.”

You said nothing, only scowled at him even though he was currently towering over you.

He laughed. “Still got that mouth on you I see. Good for telling others off, translating, and…other things, too, huh?”

You felt your cheeks blush but out of anger. Your ears felt hot despite the cool rainy night. Apparently Graves liked to kiss and tell. The fact that the last time you’d slept with him was right before this mission left you feeling absolutely disgusted. You felt like he’d raped you in a way as he didn’t tell you who he really was.

“Where’s 141?” He asked again, standing before you and again reaching up to grasp his vest. You saw that lines or scratches and scars lined his forearms.

“I told you I don’t know.” You paused before adding, “Si te lo digo en español lo entenderás mejor? No se.” You asked if you telling him in Spanish might help him understand better.

“You really need to start cooperating here,” He walked about you in a circle and you felt like he was a wolf circling injured prey.

“I don’t know, man!” You snapped. “We all had to run for cover when you and your goons started shooting.” You paused before adding, “Heard they knocked a few of your Shadows off.”

One of the Shadows from behind you kicked you and your vest roughly, almost making you fall sideways. You gave a scowl in that general direction before focusing back on Graves. “You’ve been planning this shit for awhile haven’t you?”

“Look at you, so perceptive,” Graves cooed. It was creepy. “All I did was told them I was in charge and they didn’t like it.”

“So you betrayed them?”

“No, no,” he stopped dead in front of you again and knelt so you were both at eye level. His eyes were cold, icy, like the arctic. You smelled blood and gunpowder and you wondered if it was his blood or some of your teammates’. You silently prayed they were okay. His eyes had never looked like that before. “They betrayed me.”

You laughed callously. “Bullshit,” You tried to stop yourself from saying the next thing but it was said before you even knew it. “You’re a traitor, Graves. And a fucking war criminal.”

With that he smacked you across the face. Hard. You cried out, tasting blood. You shook your hair from your face and turned back in his direction.

“So you hit women, too now?” You gasped, spitting blood in between his boots as he kneeled in front of you. “At the very least you have treason and usurpation.”

“It doesn’t need to be this way. I need to know where they are.”

“Why, to kill them?”

“Nah, I wanna keep ‘em,” he added threateningly. “Some brainwashing and they’d make a good team for me.”

“Go to hell, fuckin’ traitor.”

He reached out, grasping your hair so tightly you yelped. He tilted your head up to make sure you made eye contact with him.

“If you use that word again I will kill your friends when I find them. Not before I kill you in front of them first, though.” He didn’t break eye contact, almost expecting a reply from you. “Are we really gonna have to do this the hard way?”

You didn’t speak.

“Fine,” he responded. He stood up, his height allowing him to tower over you again. He drew his sidearm and pulled the hammer back, placing a bullet in the chamber.

So this is how you were going to die. On bloodied knees in front of what you now considered an enemy combatant. He placed the gun to your head and you felt the cold barrel through your thin, wet hair.

“Call them,” Graves demanded.

“No,”

You weren’t expecting it when he hit you with his sidearm across the side of your face. You screamed in pain, falling flat on the floor. You vision was blurry and the sounds around you were going in and out. You saw him step closer is you flinched, mumbling, “Don’t!” When you thought he was about to kick you. Graves grabbed your vest and hauled you back to your knees.

“Call them,” Graves commanded again, his voice louder in volume and deeper in tone.

“I can’t,” you gasped, your head throbbing. You shut your eyes, wanting to be anywhere else but here. You opened them and you were still there, effectively being tortured.

Graves stepped out in front of you. It was dead silent, the only sounds being the crickets and the rain. You met his eyes trying to muster any sympathy. You were likely concussed at least two times over and you were in pain. His eyes didn’t soften and his men didn’t even flinch. Were they seriously okay with this?!

He raised the gun at your chest.

And he fired.

The force of the bullet forced you onto your back and you felt ribs possibly break underneath your vest. You yelled in pain as you found yourself glancing up at the ceiling of the gutted building you were in. Your vest had stopped the bullet from penetrating but it still hurt like a motherfucker.

“Get ‘er back up and take her vest off,” you heard Graves tell one of his men.

Your body protested as you were again hauled up on your knees. The Velcro of your vest easily gave way to the strong arms ripping it open. It was tossed aside. You wanted to ask them to at least have some respect for the American flag on your vest but your energy was sapped. It was focused on staying quiet and surviving.

He was kneeling in front of you again and you wondered if he was going to shoot you point blank because he wanted to look in your eyes as you died. Pulling at your zip ties was useless.

Graves reached into his vest and pulled a large, black knife.

“You’re torturing a captive!”

“There’s the military and me,” Graves stated simply. “I’m not as bound by the rules.” He then leaned forward and sliced through your uniform shirt. Underneath all you had on was a pink tank top. He signaled to one of his men who then knelt directly behind you and pulled you up off your shins and onto solely your knees. He grasped your chin from behind and pulled up, forcing your line of sight up and away from Graves. Graves was completely out of view and you had no fucking idea what he was going to do.

“What’re you doing?!” you voice broke as you began panicking.

“I’m about to scar that pretty body if you don’t talk or call your friends.”

“I don’t know! I don’t!” you yelled out desperately. “You know I can’t do that to them,” you sniffled.

The first cut was deep but not deep enough to cause vital injuries. It went from your collarbone to just over your heart. At this point you just sputtered and cried.

“Either tell me where they are or call them.”

“I can’t!”

“No, you’re choosing not to.”

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know!” Your breath came out in hurried, panicked gasps.

“Sounds like a rehearsed response to me,” The second cut Graves inflicted mirrored your first except it was on the opposite side of your chest. You couldn’t help it. You screamed.

“Graves what the fuck!” Your words echoed Soap’s from not too long ago. You believed you heard him sheathe his knife, presumably without cleaning it, almost as if he wanted your blood to adorn his vest.

“Let her go,”

The Shadow behind you released his grasp and you immediately fell onto your knees and shins, Doubling over in pain. Your once-pink tank top was covered in blood and the cuts on your chest would need stitches at the minimum.

“Hmm, they must not care about ya anymore,” Graves taunted. “Maybe you should come work for me.”

“Never, fuck you,”

“There’s that attitude again,” he laughed callously. “But you have to admit that would be a neat trick.” His voice was sickly sweet as he added, “Imagine that. You at my beck and call before I sicced you on 141.”

“Never,” you repeated.

“We could really, really use you,” Graves stood back up. “You speak Spanish, have experience with surveillance, countersurveillance, know the culture…”

“You wish,” you sighed.

“Well if this isn’t working and asking nicely isn’t working, we can try something else.”

You were past trying to hold back tears. Luckily your dark hair hid your face. You started at the ground, not daring to meet his gaze. With what he had said earlier you were scared another look at him would brainwash you. We circled you again and you couldn’t help but flinch when he got close.

“You and I had a pretty good working relationship, didn’t we?”

You didn’t answer.

“Answer me, soldier,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you snapped. “Not anymore.”

“You’re right not anymore. Maybe soon though.” He paused, scoffing before adding, “Didn’t we also agree to have certain friends with benefits activities?”

“Fuck you,” you half sobbed.

“Yeah you actually did,” there was that cold laugh again. He continued walking around you in a circle as you watched blood drip onto your dark pants.

This was humiliating.

“Man you worked wonders with that little mouth of yours,”

“Argh!” the yell came from your lips loudly. You were frustrated, concussed, in pain, had been betrayed, and now you were finding out that man you were starting to have feelings for was betraying not only but everyone. “You’re so fucking disgusting!” You shouted, raising your gaze to glare at him.

“How ‘bout a repeat?”

Your glare lost its edge for one of surprise and fear. Was he talking about…

“I’ll go first and they,” he signaled around to his men, adding, “Then they’ll go next. And if you keep pretending not to know we can make things…invasive. How’s that sound?”

“Jesus Christ, Graves,” you whispered, “you’re talking about torturing and raping a captive.” Your voice sounded weak, fearful.

“It’s up to you,” Graves shrugged. “You can stop this anytime you want. Or if you really wanna get laid without admitting it you can keep not talking.”

You whimpered.

“I mean, think about it,” Graves knelt in front of you again, keeping that sadistic blue gaze locked onto your darker one. “It’d happen right here when anyone can see what a fuckin’ slut you are. No one would help, either. They’d just watch it happen.”

You cried because what the hell else could you do? You weren’t used to this. You translated for fuck’s sake. You wouldn’t have ever imagined you’d be captured. Not in your worst nightmares. That was something for the movies, for fiction books.

“Keep up the charade and you’re going to suffer. I promise.” He glared at you with those blue-grey emotionless eyes. “I mean hell when I get sick of ya they’ll pass you around however the fuck they want to. I’m sure they’d love to have a shot at a 141 bitch.”

“Fuck yeah,” a Shadow said from behind you. “She’s a cute little thing. Love to see her cry some more.”

You were floored. How was this happening?

“Graves—” you started.

“Commander Graves to you from now on.”

“Commander Graves. I don’t know. Even if I did, they’ve moved on. They’re mobile,” you tried to reason. “I’m of no use to you.”

You saw his jaw muscle clench. “No, you’re gonna be useful, trust me.”

Your hopes that he would just untie you and send you back to 141 bloodied, beaten, and tortured to send a message fell to zero.

“Pick her up and bring her with us,”

“Fuck no, man,” you shook your head. You knew that you under no circumstances could you allow them to take you to a second location. It dropped your chances of survival to almost zero.

You were pulled to your feet roughly and you suddenly felt a wave of nausea. You were definitely concussed.

“Take her vest. Leave her name tag.” Graves wanted to send a message: she’s alive…come get her before I rip her to shreds.

The Shadow who pulled you up whispered hot and heavy in your ear through his mask. He had to lower himself to your level he was so tall. “Cry some more for me.”

He was so close to you, so close to your face you tried to bite him. “Try me, asshole.”

Graves, further again, laughed. A few other Shadows chuckled. Not because it was funny but because they were probably thinking: awe, how cute…she thinks she can take us.

You pulled and struggled and screamed and cursed. They easily kept control of you. They were too tall and too strong. They tossed you in the backseat of a black Tahoe and your cursed inwardly when you failed to get the plate.

Graves got in on the other side of the backseat. He easily reached over you, grabbing your seatbelt.

“Don’t! Don’t you fucking touch me!” you yelled.

The doors slammed shut and two more of his team got up front.

The van took off and you heard your seatbelt click into place.

You glanced in his direction. Your glare was gone. You were about to resort to pleading when you thought of one more idea. The windows were so dark you couldn’t see anything but you had to try.

You quickly leaned sideways towards Graves. The quick movement threw him off and he didn’t react immediately. It put you in a position to where you could kick the window. One, two, three kicks before Graves grabbed your hair, pulling you upright.

“You need to stop,” he warned darkly. “You almost broke my window.”

The cracked glass might be of some use and so you screamed. Screamed for help. You didn’t mention names but you just screamed for anyone to help.

“If she doesn’t shut up we’re gonna get pulled over,” someone said from the front. “There’s a few non-corrupt cops out here ya know.”

You felt a gloved hand tangle itself further in your hair and the other gloved hand place itself over your mouth.

“Hand me that,” you heard Graves say.

You tried biting but the gloves were too thick.

Graves untangled his hand from your hair and produced a roll of duct tape. “You need to stop biting,” he said darkly. You decided you would keep biting and scratching and kicking.

Using no gentleness at all, he wrapped the thick, suffocating tape over your mouth and around your head, effectively silencing you completely.

“Shut up,” he snapped.

And with that you gave up. You were going to die. You only hoped the US would at least get your body. Things quieted down. Graves worked on a laptop while the other two Shadows up front chatted about nothing in particular. It seemed like hours passed and your head injury wasn’t letting you keep track of the twists and turns.

Exhaustion and your concussion got the best of you and you surrendered to the darkness.

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[vivalarevolution]

𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓪

Aemond Targaryen x Bastard-Targaryen Oc    

A/N: This is the second part of Family Ties. Hope you all gonna like it as much as you liked the first part.

English is not my native language, so I am sorry for any mistakes.

Part 1

They returned from a ride together not long after the first layer of euphoria had subsided, which carried through their bodies by the intensity of an act that had taken place so recently. They said goodbye only in the white-haired girl chamber, unable to stop tasting each other's lips.

-You have to go -she said between kisses.

-I don't have to go anywhere, my little flower - he said, taking her face in his big hands.

-The feast is about to begin, Aemond - Daenaera remarked -Besides, we can't be caught in such a position, don't you think? Our mothers will tear us apart at the sight of us like this.

The prince stared intently into her blue eyes, before kissing her affectionately on the forehead, which made her close her eyes, sighing.

-Soon ... we won't have to hide- he replied, a shadow of a promise hiding in his voice, a dark promise.

But Rhaenyra's daughter did not notice it right away, as her uncle left her as he get out of the room so she had time to prepare for the upcoming dinner.

She spent long hours in the chamber. Her neck was marked with numerous lovebites , which she desperately tried to hide behind a thick layer of powder and the fabric of her dress, not even noticing how quickly the time passed around her.

-Where is Daenaera? -The king's tired voice echoed.

Daemon and Rhaenyra looked at each other. Their daughter disappeared from their eyes after the morning events in the throne room and has not been seen since.

-I believe that she is resting- replied the princess- Today's situation finished her mentally ... she is a sensitive child- she added trying in the best way to justify the absence of the girl.

-We were supposed to feast as a family - said Alicent, irritated -Your daughter could respect the king's own wish.

The words pressed on the tongue of Viserys's brother, but before they could've seen the light of day, the blonde's voice spread in the gathered people ears.

-Forgive me for my delay - she confessed, running into the room - I lost track of time - she added, circling the table to have access to her grandfather, whom she kissed on the cheek, not noticing the terror that broke on Alicent's face - I'm sorry - she whispered to her parents.

Daenaera sat down next to Daemon.

Trying to calm her breathing, she scanned the crowd, pausing at Aemond, who had been watching her from the moment she stepped through the wooden doors. They both seem to drown in each other eyes, not paying attention to the world outside of them. During their silent conversation, many words were spoken that passed unnoticed by them.

Only the hand extended towards the girl interrupted their act. The princess looked at Jacaerys, who waited patiently for her hand to rest on his, which soon happened.

Her brother took her before the great table where the rest of her family sat. Aemond watched them all the time, which did not escape his mother's attention, who, knowing her son's character, feared the worst.

The young people started to dance, twirling around each other, moving to the rhythm of the soft music playing behind them, not taking their eyes off each other. Daenaera was surprised how easily it was when the man she loved sat so close to her. But at the memory of him, her blue irises wandered towards him yet again.

Her uncle stared at her with hungry eyes, which did not escape her brother's notice.

-You look beautiful - he said, and her attention was back with him.

-Your fiancée will be jealous - the white-haired girl said, approaching the brunet - Complimenting other women is not good for the relationship.

-It's not a compliment, but honesty - he announced, smiling - Everyone in this room can see what I see.

They both continued dancing for a while. Their mother and the king were staring at them, their image was all too familiar to them, and unknowingly view of young people spread warmth in both hearts.

Everything seemed perfect, as it should always be. But this illusion was quickly broken. Viserys's health situation did not allow him to enjoy the picture, and he quickly disappeared from the banquet hall, having to rest.

Blue-eyed Targaryen followed him with a sad gaze, stopping her dancing with Jace. Her gaze, however, involuntarily shifted to the roast pig, which was placed right under Aemond's nose.

The young woman looked at him pleadingly, shaking her head slightly, but when Lucerys laughed softly, not even hiding it, the white-haired man's fist landed on the table.

-Last tribute - he said, standing up. -For the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke and Joffrey. All handsome, smart ... strong.

-Aemond - his mother rebuked him.

-Come on, let's raise the goblets. For those three strong boys- he said, smiling maliciously.

-Repeat it - the brunet growled, and Daenaera stopped him, placing her hand on his chest.

-Why? This is a compliment - he said surely - I only praise my dear nephews who have protected my dear niece, which will soon become my wife - he added, and the white-haired girl widened her eyes in surprise, not expecting such a turn of events.

-The matter is still not fully settled - the queen said, trying to smooth things over.

-But it is -he said, looking defiantly into the eyes of the girl's angry brother -Daenaera will be destined for me, together we will strengthen our family, creating children as strong as their uncles. Don't you consider yourself strong?

Before Rhaenyra's daughter could react, Jacaerys leapt forward, striking Aemond who did not even flinch, laughing before pushing the dark-haired man straight to the ground.

The white-haired girl ran into the middle, stopping the violet-eyed man with her body.

-You did enough- she said, looking at him offended.

The young man just took a strand of her soft hair, not worrying about what he had unleashed. The sight of his angry nephews, and the shock that accompanied Jace at the moment that a woman he also had affection for was handed over to the man he so despised was worth everything he did.

-Are you sure you want to stay? - Rhaenyra asked her.

-I am - said blue-eyed gril - I have to explain the issues raised at today's dinner. I won't leave it like this.

-I won't lie to you. I do not like that you are left alone in the Red Keep - said the white-haired woman - This place has become a breeding ground for snakes, and you will be here alone.

-Princess Rhaenys also remains in the castle. I will be safe with her - the girl assured, grabbing her mother's hands - I am no longer a child, I have to make my own decisions and, when necessary, defend myself.

The king's daughter merely gave her a worried look before kissing the top of her head as a farewell.

Daenaera stared at her mother until she disappeared through her bedroom door, leaving her.

Being alone, her emotions quickly dropped and her eyes closed in an imperceptibly fast pace, taking her to the land of dreams. But she hadn't been in them for a long time, when the sound of the door closing in the chamber was heard, which was not the quietest , her eyes opened and her body rose to its feet.

Frowning, she tugged on the door handle, but it didn't budge. She tried again and again, but with the same result, the entrance never moved.

Upset, she punched them with her fist and walked away from them.

Hours passed before the girl was released from the chambers. Walking through the deserted corridors, she searched for familiar faces that could explain what had happened.

-Princess Rhaenys - she called when she saw the older woman.

-Daenaera, my child - said the white-haired princess, catching her in her arms.

-What is happening? - she asked confused- I was locked in my room, and there is no living soul in the castle.

The king's cousin grabbed her arm, pulling her in the direction from which the blue-eyed came.

-The walls here have ears- she told her.

-I don't care. I want to know what's going on. Why isn't anyone telling me anything? -she asked irritated.

-The king ... is dead -the purple-eyed woman gentle voice announced, and tears gathered in the eyes of the young Targaryen -They want Aegon to be king, so there's no one here. They're hiding your grandfather's death.

-But, they all swore to my mother. She is the rightful heir - she said - They have no right - she growled, closing her eyes from which the first tears had escaped - Is that why they locked me up? Because they know I'll tell my mother the truth?

-I wish it was just this- replied the fair-haired- But we have become hostages, Daenaera, and until we agree to the queen's arrangement, we will remain in this position.

Despite the pain and bitterness that seized her heart, the young woman nodded her understandingly. There was nothing left for her to do but to look forward to the occasion, because now she was left to herself and to the grace of the grandmother of her adoptive sisters.

She felt a heavy gaze on her as she returned to her bedroom, but from the news she had assimilated, she was aware that her every step was being followed.

Standing in the window, she stared at the landscape with empty eyes, reddened that long ago shedded salty tears.

Her hair was loose and disheveled, the white-haired girl did not have the strength to comb it, she did not have the strength to change clothes, standing in the same dress that she had been wearing the previous evening, not even a little strength to look back when someone entered inside.

-Daenaera -Aemond's warm voice called as he stood behind her, placing one of his hands on the woman's hip.

-Tell me -Daemon's daughter began, and her cold tone of voice hit the man behind her- Was anything that fell out of your mouth the truth? Was I just a pawn that you used in every possible way?

-Don't say that- Targaryen said firmly. -You are the sun, moon and stars of my life. And I'd kill anyone who dared take you away from me. I love you Daenaera.

-As I you. Just as much- the blue-eyed confessed, leaning her head on the prince's torso - This explains why my heart hurts so much. Because your love took root in me deeply, but the knife of betrayal stabbed me much deeper and much harder Aemond.

-I didn't betray you - the young man defended himself -I never did.

-You betrayed my mother- she said turning in his direction- It's like you betrayed me - she added furiously- You changed, but I know that you are still a man who makes the right decisions. So I am begging you.

-I made right decision - he replied.

-No, your mother influenced you - she said -You hated Aegon, you still do. But you choose him as ruler because it's the queen's wish, because she wants it, not you. Aemond we both know your brother never wanted to be king, if he is coronated a civil war will occur ... and we will be standing on opposite sides of the barricades.

-We won't - he growled suddenly angry, grabbing her by the neck to pull her face closer to him -You will become my wife and you will stand with me.

-If you thought our marriage would be about obedience then you miscalculated - she replied, looking into his eye.

-I won't make your life a nightmare- her uncle said seriously- I'm simply asking you...

-You are right- interjected the girl- I am of the blood of the dragon. I create nightmares. And I'm creating one for you at this point. If you love me as you assured me a moment ago, you will join me. You'll do what's right, but if your decision is different, we'll meet in the air ... for the last time in our lives.

Aemond felt torn, although the truth was he wasn't. He knew exactly who would be a better king, he knew that his family didn't care about him, he knew the only person who ever loved him for him was a young woman standing infront of him , his lover , his light. But despite this, he still left his niece's chamber without a word.

During the night, Daenaera was visited by another guest.

Princess Rhaenys crept into her chamber, hidden behind a dark cloak, along with one of the knights of the Royal Guard.

-We have to go, we don't have time. When they find out that you've escaped, they'll get everyone back on their feet - Ser Erryk informed them.

The white-haired girl put on the cloak prepared for her, leaving only a letter to the one-eyed Targaryen, holding on to the last hope that he would listen to her.

She looked from side to side as she walked through the dark corridors of the castle, but quickly regretted it when she noticed the hanged Lord who had so recently welcomed her family to the capital.

The man led her out through the secret passage she used to use as a child.

-I will not leave Meleys- the old woman protested- If I go into the dragonpit ...

-No. They are waiting there, princess. You will not get behind the gate- announced the knight.

-What about Meraxes? - asked the girl, listening to the conversation of adults- If they caught her ...

- There is nothing here for us - the man interjected -You have to go to the river and find a ship before they discover your escape.

However, their plans collapsed as they moved to the next alley. The townspeople pressed on from all sides, all driven by their golden cloaks. Some fled, some followed obediently, but due to the chaos around them, both women quickly lost sight of Ser Erryk , being left to their fate.

Rhaenys grabbed the blue-eyed girl arm, and she obediently followed her, straight to the Dragonpit, which contained their dragons and the coronation of the new king. The mass of people made them blend in with the crowd and sneak up to the place where their reptiles waited.

They both mounted their dragons, after a while they level their eyes.

-Are you ready? - asked the white-haired princess - What will happen will have an irreversible effect in the future ,Daenaera.

-They should know whom to blame when the sky falls down upon them - young woman announced before her eyes moved to the ceiling above them-Meraxes pryagon! (Meraxes destroy)

The animal let out a loud roar before hitting the ceiling. Opening their entrance. Viserys's cousin was behind her as she stepped outside.

The panic spread quickly. The screams of humans and the roars of dragons made the stone walls of the building tremble, but the blue-eyed Targaryen ignored it as she lunged forward on the back of the dragon.

Meraxes growled, occasionally roaring to emphasize her advantage. Along with Meleys, they pushed forward across the seaof people. The royal family followed their every move, trying to spot the people sitting on the beasts, but the dust prevented them from doing this until the reptile heads were almost at their fingertips when their eyes saw the riders.

Rhaenyra's daughter stood in the front as her mother's sword, foreshadowing the inevitable. Her eyes, cold as ice, were fixed on the queen who was terrified.

-Open the door!- Otto Hightower shouted.

-Meraxes! - girl said loudly, despite the calls of the man, who fell silent as soon as he heard the dragon's name.

Daenaera looked down at them, seeing that they are staring death in the face.

Alicent moved to the front, covering her son with her own body. The fair-haired Targareyn didn't do anything about the warning gaze of the older woman next to her, getting closer and closer, until the reptile's head was in front of the brown-haired woman's face, who closed her teary eyes, preparing for the end.

Meraxes opened her mouth wide, and a loud and powerful roar emerged from the depths of her throat, causing everything infront of her to dispel under it's influence.

When the dragon fell silent, she last time looked at the queen, sending her silent information - a declaration of the coming war, which she herself owed.

Only then did she turn, and with Rhaenys she flew away, confident that her message was serious and clear. 

The Dragon Dance has just begun.

The sun was setting below the horizon as Daenaera returned to Dragonstone, to her home. Her mother greeted her first, embracing her with the joy that ended with the news from the capital.

They all felt the heavy effect of the information given to them. The blue-eyed girl thought she could have done better, but Rhaenys quickly corrected her from this mistake, assuring her that she had acted like a queen, not a butcher, and should've been proud of it.

This words tumbled over and over in her head like an endless loop. Only the mighty roar of the animal caused the circle to be broken.

It was only a mighty roar that the loop was broken. Darkness covered the island and the moon was the only source of light, but nevertheless a young woman ran out of the castle with hope filling her.

Her family quickly joined her, trying to stop her from pushing into the mouth of an unknown dragon, but she knew exactly who the dragon belonged to.

Escaping Daemon's hand, she ran outside, being greeted by the sight of Vhagar sluggishly descending to land.

Her uncle was sitting on her back, looking down at her, as she had so recently. The white-haired woman stood in front of the mighty beast, waiting.

-You read the letter - she noticed as he came down from the dragon.

- I've read it - he replied, walking steadily toward her.

-So I want to know - she began, as he stood in front of her -I want to know if you will follow me.

The prince took her cheek then kissed her soft lips with longing, deepening it minute by minute. After a long time he stopped, reluctantly tearing away from her soft and warm lips.

-We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. - he said, looking intensely into her blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean - So if I die for a woman who is the object of all my desires and dreams, so be it.

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