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gimmeurtmi · 6 months

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groupie — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, sex in a public setting (but they're alone), possessive!minho, he's so jealous, use of “bunny”, “bubs”, "baby," and "babe", they jokingly refer to reader as their groupie many times, talking about putting out to get famous (no one does it ofc), facials, lmk if i forgot

inspo: 2min in the rockstar teaser pics.

notes: i can't not get carried away when it's 2min. this was meant to be just smut but i guess it kinda has a bit of plot and also it was not meant to be this long. it's also filthy as shit.

{ wc: 4126}

You leaned against the old, rusty sink, waiting patiently for your boyfriends to finish whatever they were getting up to.

There was a constant bloop noise, as other than rusty the sink was also leaking despite your attempts to fully shut the stream off.

As soon as they finished their set you rushed towards the most secluded place you could find. There was a toilet at the very edge of the backstage area of the venue with a sign that read “out of order”. The sign itself was so old that the marker used to write the words out was already starting to fade, a light layer of dust turning the white page to an unattractive beige.

Minho texted you just before he walked on stage, saying that he needed you. You told him where you were as soon as you settled.

After a few minutes the door opened slowly, creaking loudly and echoing horribly against the stained walls of the toilets.

“Why here?” Minho asked, planting a small kiss in your hair.

“Having sex in your dressing room stresses me out,” you rolled your eyes, “I can’t have fun when I keep feeling like we’re gonna get caught.”

“So you’d rather have sex in what is clearly a drug den?” He chuckled, wiping his hands against the counter where a few white specks were scattered around.

“No one’s gonna come in here though,” you reasoned.

“Unless you wanna wait until we go home?” Minho asked softly, his eyes sparkling at you.

You shook your head quickly. “When is Seungmin gonna finish, do you think?”

“Probably not for another hour,” Minho clicked his tongue, “some guys came backstage and started kissing his ass.”

You chuckled, “shouldn’t we go save him then?”

“No,” Minho shook his head, “they’re producers.”

You let out a small gasp, eyebrows high. “So why aren’t we there making him look better?”

“Because I’ve been hard through the whole set and I need your help,” he whined, snaking his hands around your waist.

You giggled at him before planting a comforting kiss to his forehead. “You did really well either way, didn’t even notice it.”

It was true, Minho did a wonderful job during their performance and luckily for him, being a drummer meant no one in the audience could see the problem he evidently had.

“I fucking hate him, by the way,” Minho mumbled as he buried his head into your neck. He planted small kisses on your skin, rubbing his palms around your back.

“Let me guess,” you sighed, “he left you high and dry seconds before you guys went on stage?”

“How did you know?”

“He looked especially smug,” you giggled, smiling widely at Minho’s annoyed expression.

“Help me,” Minho whined again.

“Why am I being made to clean his mess?” You exclaimed with a chuckle.

“Because,” he whined. You shook your head, chuckling at his antics.

It’s not that you didn’t want to help him with his problem, it was the only thing you were thinking about as you watched their performance. Minho was incredibly attractive when he played his drums, even more so with his new black hair—long enough to cover his eyes. The black eyeshadow you helped him put on before the show looked beautiful behind his bangs.

Now his eye makeup was slightly smudged from the sweat and the warm bright lights he was under. It made his eyes look darker somehow, more dangerous, even if he was whining at you like the sensitive person he actually is. But only you and Seungmin knew that side of him—everyone else thought he was another asshole wanna be rockstar like so many others were.

Minho leaned in to press his lips against yours softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek lightly. “You’re staring, bunny.”

“Just admiring how well I did your makeup tonight,” you say, voice too thin to be at all believable.

“You wanna suck my dick so bad,” Minho chuckled, leaning in to kiss you with far more intent than before.

You didn’t answer, because that would mean pulling away from the kiss—and that’s the last thing you wanted. You grabbed onto his oversized shirt, pulling him even closer to you as your tongues clashed noisily.

He squeezed your hips tightly before he backed you up into the counter quickly, the pair of you stumbling as you climbed onto the solid surface with Minho’s blind help.

He didn’t pull away from the kiss once, sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip while his hand buried in your hair.

He didn’t waste any more time, bringing his hand between your bodies to softly rub against your clothed core. You mirrored his actions, rubbing him through his dark jeans.

In pure desperation, the pair of you started moaning loudly at the rush of pleasure.

As soon as you started playing with his zipper Minho pulled away, enough to fish for the condom he shoved into his pocket earlier that day. He asked you to hold onto it as he quickly shoved his jeans down—a small clatter noise following his action as his drumsticks fell out of his back pocket and onto to the floor.

You jumped off the counter, rushing to pull your own pants down. Minho rubbed your hips softly, kissing you quickly before he flipped you around—his dick rubbing against your ass as he pulled your back flat against his chest.

“You don’t need any prep?” He kisses your shoulder.

“Had too much time on my hands in the morning,” you chuckled.

Minho rolled his eyes at you with a soft smile sitting on his fond face. He eagerly grabbed the condom from you, throwing the wrapper to the floor as he quickly rolled it onto his dick.

He didn’t waste any time as soon as you gave him a reassuring nod, sinking all the way inside you.

Although you did use your toy in the morning, enough time has passed since then. Minho was stretching you fully, the sting slightly uncomfortable as he started to move.

He could notice, given the lack of your usual loud moaning, and so he made sure to distract you from it by sucking onto your neck.

The sensation paired with his hands digging into the flesh of your ass was enough to add to the wetness in your core—helping Minho to slide in and out of you with much more ease.

Soon your moans started echoing against the horrible acoustics of the toilets, mixing in with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the big zippers on either of Minho’s pant leg dragging against the floor.

You gripped onto the counter, hard, relaxing against Minho’s hold as he slammed your bodies together.

“More, Min, please,” you whimpered, as the pleasure started building inside your stomach.

You knew he was needy from his text, and then you knew it again when you watched him play his drums with so much energy. And now, with his thrusts fast and unrelenting–you were sure nothing could make him stop until he was satisfied. And you were happy to be the person to satisfy him.

He held onto your hip bones tightly, using his grip to move you against his body, and so he told you to start rubbing your clit for him.

You brought a hand between your legs, trying your best to concentrate as Minho moved your body around quite roughly.

Then a loud creak made you yelp, the door opening slowly.

You jumped into Minho’s arms–him doing his best to shield you from the unwanted guest. Until the guest said, “sorry, sorry! It’s me!”

You both let out a sigh of relief as Seungmin walked up to the pair of you.

He planted a kiss on Minho’s lips before giving you a kiss as well, smiling softly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, “I honestly didn’t think you’d be at it already.”

“Ran out of patience,” Minho grumbled. Noticing you were still tense around him, he rubbed your stomach softly, waiting until your body relaxed into him again.

“I wonder why,” Seungmin hummed, as if in deep thought.

“Fuck you,” Minho narrowed his eyes at him.

“Would you, hyung?” Seungmin grinned, wrapping his finger around Minho’s necklace before he tugged on it.

Minho stumbled into him, holding onto you with one hand as the other went to Seungmin’s shoulder to keep his balance.

“I’m in the middle of something,” Minho said, voice low. You could still hear him loudly, his voice jumping against the walls harshly.

“Yeah, I can see,” Seungmin laughed, bringing a hand to your hair as he rubbed his fingers against your scalp. “Thought you were my groupie.”

You chuckled at his pout, rolling your eyes at him. “Drummers do it better.”

Minho laughed at that, pushing into your softly. You almost forgot the two of you were still connected, but you supposed his renewed movement was meant to be some sort of reward for your remark. Truthfully, Minho was just waiting for you to feel comfortable again–and being a little shit to Seungmin was your ultimate comfort zone.

“And here I thought being the lead singer of a failing rock band would get me all the groupies I could ever want,” Seungmin sighed longingly.

“Heard you’re not failing anymore,” you patted his shoulder, “why aren’t you jerking off a producer somewhere?”

“Oh god,” Seungmin said, eyes wide, “they were all so hot.”

At that, Minho slammed into you roughly. Seungmin chuckled at your surprised groan before he jumped onto the counter. He grabbed your arms, manoeuvring you to stand right in front of him and lean your hands on his thighs.

He sunk his fingers into your hair again, scratching your scalp lightly. It was a big contrast to Minho’s rough thrusts, and you couldn’t understand which sensation your body was focused on. You let it overwhelm you either way.

“There were three of them,” he explained in a soft voice as Minho kept fucking into you, “they said they’d love to speak to our manager so I panicked and gave them Jeongin’s number. I didn’t want them to think we were massive rookies that don’t even have a manager.”

“But… you don’t,” you said, breathlessly.

“Sure, but I didn’t want Mr. Chan to think that. I also think he was flirting with me,” Seungmin rambled on. He wasn’t usually one to talk so much, the only exception being the few hours after they came off stage. The adrenaline always made him chatty, which neither of you minded usually.

But Minho was a jealous person.

“Oh, flirting with you, was he?” He said through clenched teeth.

“I think so,” Seungmin simply nodded, “and one of the other ones kept asking about you. Think he has a thing for drummers, too.”

He meant that last part at you, and you chuckled softly.

“So I think it can be a group effort,” he suggested, bringing his thumb to your cheek in a soft caress, “I’ll take that Chan guy, Minho can take the chatty one, and you can have the third one. His muscles looked amazing.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, hoping Minho didn’t notice you clenching. You didn’t know what these guys looked like, nor did you really care to partake in what Seungmin was talking about–but the way he said it so casually caused something to light up in your stomach.

“You know,” Seungmin gestured to the air, “fucking producers to get famous? It’s in all the rockstar handbooks.”

You laughed, but Minho stayed silent. In fact, he stopped moving entirely. He tapped your back slightly, an unconscious act he always did before he pulled out. So you knew to expect it, but it still surprised you when it happened.

You quickly turned around to face him, watching as he pulled the condom off and got dressed. Confused about what was going on, you did the same. You leaned against Seungmin’s knees, finding comfort in the way he instantly opened his legs and let you stand between them as the pair of you looked at Minho, silently.

“Hyung?”

Minho clenched his jaw, blinking rapidly as he looked anywhere but at the pair of you. You waited silently, as you knew to do with Minho. Sometimes he just needed a moment or two.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled, before looking back up at the pair of you, “both of you are mine.”

“Yes, hyung, of co–”

“--it turned her on, you know,” he said, sending an angry look your way. You brought your hands around your stomach, embarrassed that he did in fact notice.

“Yeah, well, just because Y/N’s a slut doesn’t mean I meant it like that,” Seungmin explained.

“Hey!” You tried to defend yourself, slapping Seungmin’s knee in protest. It didn’t help that you were still soaking wet–and him calling you names so casually wasn’t going to help you calm down.

“Mine,” Minho said again, far more determined this time. “Neither one of you is touching anyone else. I’m not letting anyone near you two.”

He closed the gap between you, trapping you in between his arms and Seungmin as he placed his hands flat on the younger’s thighs. You noticed his slid his fingers underneath the ripped out holes in Seungmin’s jeans, slowly raking his nails against the smooth skin of his thighs. You could hear Seungmin breathing louder.

“It’ll be for a good cause though,” Seungmin said, unable to stop teasing.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Minho grumbled, “you’re mine.”

Seungmin tapped your waist lightly, slowly, as if he didn’t want Minho to see–which made you understand he definitely didn’t. He was giving you a hint, urging you to join him in provoking Minho even more.

“Don’t you wanna be famous, Min? I think Seung will have to fuck some producers to make that happen.”

“Mine,” Minho repeated, louder, “Kim Seungmin isn’t fucking anyone. And neither are you.”

“But, hyung,” Seungmin started, snaking his arms around your waist and reaching out for the loops on Minho’s jeans. He pulled him even closer to you–his still hard dick rubbing against your body lightly. “Do you wanna keep playing gigs at shitty venues?”

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged.

“And having to work two jobs for a month just to get one hour of studio time?” He added.

“Who cares,” Minho rolled his eyes, before looking right at you. He was daring you to say something else, you knew it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it when his brown eyes were staring right at you like that. “There isn’t anything in this world that would make me share you two.”

“And if I wanted it for my birthday?” Seungmin asked with a toothy grin.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbled, grabbing onto the collar of Seungmin’s white blazer, “you’re such a fucking brat.”

“And you’re a jealous idiot,” he smirked back.

At that Minho grabbed the back of Seungmin’s neck, surging forward above your shoulder as he kissed him. The pair of them moaned into each other’s mouths, and you angled yourself as best you could to enjoy the view of them.

Minho always got so intense when he was even a little bit jealous, and considering how red his ears currently were it was safe to assume he was extremely jealous right now. Even though the scenario you were talking about was hypothetical at best, it didn’t stop Minho from letting his possessiveness take over him.

As the pair kept kissing, Seungmin brought a hand between your legs, tracing your wetness with his fingers. You quickly reacted, escalating things further as you grabbed Minho’s oversized white shirt from the collar, pulling it down to suck on the space right below his collarbone. It was his favourite spot, almost always already marked–but this time it wasn’t. You and Seungmin were surely lacking, but you’d quickly correct that.

With your mouth occupied with marking Minho’s beautiful skin, you opened the button on his jeans, shoving your hand into his boxers to start pumping his dick.

Minho pulled away from Seungmin’s lips at that, eyes fluttering shut as he threw his head back, enjoying your actions deeply–if the loud moans he let slip past his lips were anything to go by.

Seungmin, ever impatient, was eager for more kisses, and so he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him. He instantly sucked on your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth.

As you kissed him, eager to taste him, he brought his hand into your underwear, slipping two fingers inside you with ease.

“Fuck,” he pulled away, watching as he shut his eyes tightly.

You then noticed Minho’s hand was down Seungmin’s boxers, too.

“Bubs, you’re so wet,” he moaned.

“You’d hope so if my dick was inside her like five minutes ago,” Minho grumbled. You squeezed his length lightly, prompting another loud moan to leave him, proving an effective way to shut him up.

“Can I be inside you?” Seungmin asked lowly, his breath shuddering as Minho started moving his hand quicker.

“Please,” you nodded eagerly.

You watched as Minho quickly dragged Seungmin off the counter. You watched as he tugged off Seungmin’s ripped jeans, getting another condom out of his pocket and rolling it on Seungmin’s length.

You waited as he secured it in place before Seungmin pushed down your pants. Just like Minho, he grabbed your ass firmly before slowly sliding into your core.

This time, you had Minho in front of you, and you could easily fall into his chest as Seungmin started thrusting into you. Minho held onto your back as Seungmin held your hips–and the sound of all three of you moaning was so incredibly loud in the old out of order toilets.

You hoped and prayed the rest of the crew were still loading Hyunjin’s van with the equipment and wouldn’t hear everything that was going on.

As much as you didn’t want to get caught (again, technically) you also really really couldn’t care enough to stop, nor be quiet about it.

Seungmin’s cock felt so good inside you, hitting the soft spot deep inside your body repeatedly as Minho kissed along your neck. He was rubbing himself against your stomach, moaning into your skin.

Minho peppered kisses along your jaw until he reached your cheek, placing soft and tender kisses on your skin.

“Mine, baby,” he reminded you softly. You nodded eagerly, moaning pathetically as your legs started to shake.

Seungmin was panting against your shoulder, his moans too broken to even make a sound at this point.

“Minho,” you moaned, willing your eyes to focus on his intense glare and not roll to the back of your head. He nodded at you, choking back a moan as you wrapped your hand around his length, rubbing your thumb against the tip lightly.

“Want both of you to cum inside me,” you groaned.

At that, Seungmin started to move faster–more desperate as he slid a hand underneath your shirt and grabbed your tits.

“Can’t get our groupie pregnant,” Minho smirked at you, “not good for the reputation.”

You let your head fall on Seungmin’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he tugged on your nipples harshly. The pain mixed with the pleasure in the best way imaginable, and all you could do in response was pump Minho’s cock faster.

“Then cum on my tits, please, Min,” you begged, pushing your shirt up. You looked down at your chest, the sight of Seungmin’s big hands enveloping your chest caused you to clench around him tightly. “‘M close,”

“Where’d your bra go?” Minho tsked at you, “threw it on stage?”

You chuckled lightly, arching your back further into Seungmin’s chest.

“Seung, seung, don’t stop,” you started chanting, moans pitching higher and higher as Seungmin reached around to rub your clit in quick circles.

You grabbed onto Minho’s arms, grounding yourself as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You could barely concentrate on it, spit running down the corner of your mouth as you felt your high approaching you in seconds.

Before you could warn them you pulled away from Minho, your whole body shaking around Seungmin as he wrapped an arm around your stomach, holding you up as your knees threatened to give way. Minho sucked a spot on your neck as Seungmin fucked you through your orgasm–the pair of them surrounding you completely.

Soon after, as your walls were still fluttering in the aftershock, Seungmin came too–moaning your name loudly. You were both spent, but it didn’t stop you from pumping Minho together, Seungmin grabbing the base while you rubbed his tip.

“I’m close,” he warned, groaning as the pair of you started moving faster.

“Ask him again,” Seungmin whispered in your ear.

“Min, cum on me,” you said quickly.

“Go on, hyung,” Seungmin encouraged, “mark your territory.”

“Then I.. should, fuck, should cum on you, too,” Minho panted.

Seungmin smirked at you, that wicked smirk of his, before he pushed you onto your knees. He went down with you, joining you on the floor as he simply–with the most innocent puppy eyes he could master–stuck his tongue out. You quickly followed his lead, sticking your tongue out, too.

In a matter of seconds you felt warmth dropping onto your cheeks, and you watched in awe as Minho aimed the rest of his cum onto Seungmin’s tongue.

You pouted up at him, complaining loudly that he completely missed your tongue.

“Come here then,” Seungmin growled, pulling you into a kiss. It was salty and messy and bitter and you whimpered into the kiss.

You pulled away, desperate for some oxygen, and Seungmin took the opportunity to clean your cheeks from Minho’s cum–scooping it off your skin before he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

He chuckled at you, watched as you sucked his fingers clean before letting out hushed praises.

You felt Minho rub your head lightly, scratching at your hair as you looked up at him. “Let’s clean up, bunny.”

Seungmin helped you stand up as the three of you cleaned each other up, soft kisses exchanged between you. Once you were dressed again, and Seungmin spent a good few minutes trying to make your hair look normal again, Minho’s phone rang.

“It’s Felix, they said they took all the equipment back and they’re at a bar now. Wanna go join them?”

“Would it be lame if I said I wanna go sleep now?” Seungmin grumbled, making a point of plopping his chin on your shoulder.

Minho rolled his eyes, waiting for your answer as well. “I’m not a rockstar, so I definitely want to go to sleep now.”

“Let’s go home then,” Minho decided, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you out of the old, crumbling toilets.

Seungmin grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as the three of you walked in silence towards the parking lot.

That was until Minho decided to announce, “that was actually the worst place we’ve done it in. Hands down.”

“Hyung, nothing screams rockstar more than a quickie in a gross toilet with your number one groupie,” Seungmin reasoned.

“Number one?” You gasped, “you have another groupie?”

“Yes,” Seungmin smirked, “but he’s actually also the drummer in my band so I don’t know if it counts.”

“It doesn’t,” Minho huffed, “because the lead singer of my band is gonna disappear mysteriously tonight.”

The two of you laughed, watching fondly as Minho did his best to hold back his smile.

That night, the three of you climbed into bed–letting Minho take the middle so as to let his possessive streak from before calm down slightly. You were sure he wasn’t actually too insecure about it, but if being sandwiched between the two of you was what he needed you’d allow him that. Even if you did prefer the middle.

As the three of you snuggled closer to each other, Seungmin went into more concrete details about the producers he met. How they offered to record one of the songs they performed that night, how they always wanted to work with a rock band before–even though they were primarily into rap genres.

“Babe, did you tell the others about this?” Minho gasped, blinking rapidly.

“No, I went straight to you guys,” Seungmin shrugged.

“Well, this is huge for the band, Seungminnie. We have to tell them in the morning.” Seungmin nodded.

You moved closer into Minho’s chest, smiling proudly at your boyfriends.

“I can come to the studio, right? I have to see it happening,” you smiled.

“Obviously,” Seungmin grinned, “I mean, we still need to take one producer each, you know.”

You slapped Seungmin from across Minho’s torso, tsking at his apparently uncontrollable need to tease his boyfriend.

“Do you wanna go again, Kim Seungmin?” Minho grumbled at him, jaw clenching.

“Oh, baby,” Seungmin swooned dramatically, “thought you’d never ask.”

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cyberfreaky · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ´ˎ˗

pairing: sub!jake x fem!avatar

summary: during an annual festival within the clan, you notice jake flirting with another woman. once the celebration had ended & the two of you had retreated to your hut — you made sure to remind your mate who he belonged to.

warnings: nsfw content (18+ mndi), bondage, oral (m receiving), edging, p n v penetration, degradation, hair pulling, pet names, usage of ‘um’ma’ (basically means mommy, creds to @cuethediscoandthedrinks !!)

notes: i got a little carried away lmao, but look at those pics. he’s so baby girl. also i sorta lost the plot half way LMAOO but hopefully u still like it hehe

the moonlight glimmered across the crowd of eloquently dressed na'vi, everyone draped in their traditional beading and headdresses as they danced around the communal bonfire. sounds of chanting, music and cheering filled the ears of everyone in attendance, the volume travelling far into the depths of the pandora forest. it was such a joyous celebration, events such as this were a rare occurrence amongst your clan — so you planned to have the time of your life.

your arms swung high and low, knees bouncing up as you followed the beat of the banging drums. sralú, your closest friend, danced alongside you. the both of you beamed with elation, smiling widely at one another as the high of the moment sent you both into a state of euphoria. "how incredible is this?" you breathlessly proclaim to sralú.

"i haven't felt such joy in so long, ‘elyan!” your friend loudly professes over the roaring music. her eyes scanned the crowd, dark brows knitted together. “where’s the demon, tonight?”

sralú laughed as you gasped in offence, playfully shoving her shoulder defensively. “stop calling him that!” you exclaim, mimicking her actions and searching for jake amongst the swarm of na’vi. it’d been a while since you saw him, he’d wandered off after claiming he was taking a small break from the festivities.

“i’ll be back, m’gonna go look for him.” you excused yourself, manoeuvring through the dancing bodies.

you searched around the surrounding areas, slowly growing curious about jake’s whereabouts. there was no sense of worry or concern as you sought him out — worst case scenario was that he had decided the gathering was too much for him and had left. while you’d prefer for him to let you know where he was for your own easement, it wasn’t really a big deal.

the past ten minutes were spent looking everywhere you possibly could, you eventually gave up and assumed jake had retreated back to you the hut for the night. while you adjusted the traditional necklaces that laid heavily across your neck and chest, you felt the sudden urge to turn around. following your instincts, you glanced over your shoulder and noticed jake standing on the other side of the crowd, awkwardly gazing around the area. you giggled to yourself at his timidness, secretly observing him from afar as his own gaze slowly begun to wander.

his eyes were following one of the clan’s most enchanting warriors, kaytara. she was adorned with glimmering beads and finely crafted fabric — thinly veiled across her lean body. her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her back, two braided twists framed her face with silver ornaments entwined at the ends. you watched as kaytara approached jake, striking up what seemed to be a riveting conversation.

you were never the jealous type, the trust you shared with jake was enough to ease your mind. but for obvious reasons, the sight of someone brushing up against your mate and ruffling their hand through his hair did not sit well with you. your discontent only heightened when you witnessed jake grazing his hands over kaytara’s beaded chest, a smug expression on his face as he was very clearly flirting with her. you glared banefully at them both, the rage you felt forced you to push through everyone in front of you.

jake hadn’t seen you storming over until your voice chimed into his ears. he turned away from kaytara, having the audacity to excuse himself from their ‘conversation’. “ma’jake, i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” your voice was high pitched, trying to imitate a compassionate tone as you plastered on a fake smile.

“got tired from all the, y’know, celebrating. needed a break.” he admitted with a shrug.

you ignored him and turned to kaytara, continuing to wear that painted smile. “wow, look at you. such a beautiful woman you are, kaytara.” you complimented through gritted teeth.

“thank you, jake was just telling me the same thing.”

“is that right?” you brows raised questionably, looking back at your now anxious mate. “what a lovely thing to say.“ your seething face not once moving away from jake’s, his nervous anxious proving all your suspicions to be true. “i’m sorry for interrupting, please continue, jake.”

jake sheepishly said your name, his eyes pleading with you to stop. “c’mon, let’s go dance.” he grabbed your hand, you shook your head and instinctively pulled him towards your chest.

you leaned forward, your mouth hovering over his ear. “don’t ever embarrass me like that again.” you dropped his grasp and walked away, leaving jake behind with nail-biting nervousness.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

the remaining of your night wasn’t spent as excitingly as you planned. you had abandoned dancing with sralú all together and opted for the mossy ground, sitting with annoyance as you thought about jake’s behaviour. he hadn’t had the guts to approach you after you disappeared, the threatening tone of your voice was enough to scare him into the corner for the rest of the festival.

the brief walk back to your hut was tense, you hadn’t acknowledged jake once despite his efforts to get your attention. he hadn’t even imagined what you were planning inside your quipped, little mind. once you were both in the sanctuary of your home, you finally dropped the silent treatment. after all, the night had only just begun for you.

“please, listen t’me. it’s not what you thin-”

you shoved jake harshly, causing him to fall back on top of the stacks of woven mats. his golden eyes widened, lips falling ajar in disarray. “no, you listen to me.” you hovered over his body. you placed your nimble fingers below his chin, titling his head upwards. “i don’t like sharing. not my clothing, not my belongings. and especially not you.”

jake gawked up at you as he shook his head. “i wasn’t trying anything on her, i was just bein’ friendly. i swear.”

“friendly?” you stepped away, leisurely taking steps to the wooden countertop and retrieving a bundle of rope. you unravelled the bunch and allowed the rope to drag across the floor as you strode over to jake, smirking to yourself at his stunned expression.

“mm, i think you were being a little more than friendly, dove.” you straddled his lap, tsk’ing to yourself while tracing along his broad chest. jake’s breathing was unsteady as your fingertips danced across his azure skin, bottom lip caught beneath his sharpened fangs. “guess m’gonna have to teach you a lesson.” you pecked the tip of his nose, pulling away with a deceitful grin.

you knotted one side of the rope around a carved post, soon grappling onto jake’s wrists and placing them behind his head, binding them together. he gasped loudly as you tightened the rope, ensuring the rope wouldn’t untie. the bemused look on jake’s face made you laugh to yourself, his willingness to impress you despite being confused never failed to amuse you. he’d allow you to do anything to him, the power you held over him was so intoxicating. jake’s entire life now was spent holding authority over everyone around him — he wanted nothing more than to submit to the only woman who could control him.

“you look good like this.” you chuckle lowly. jake melted at the mere praise, his lips begging to be kissed.

a looming warmth blossomed within jake as you leant forward, teasing brushing your lips against his before indulging yourself in him. your tongue slipped past his parted lips, tenderly lacing it with his. your hand grazed over the pitched tent in his loincloth, palming roughly against his cock. jake groaned achingly into your mouth, chest heaving at your touch.

you pulled away swiftly, bringing your thumb to his bitten lips as you lustfully stared into his widened eyes. “desperate, little thing, aren’t you?”

jake breathlessly watched as you backed up, harshly spreading his legs apart. you were knelt between his muscular thighs, toying with the hem of his blotched loincloth. “already making a mess and i’ve barely touched you.” you taunted him, soon removing the thick fabric from his hips and revealing his throbbing length. you licked your lips at the sight, the beads of pre-cum lathered across his glistening tip exciting you.

“please.” jake urged as he bucked into the open air. “need you.”

you hissed at him, pushing his hips down. “stupid, boy.” your long nails dug into his skin, forcing jake to whimper at the stinging sensation. “stay still, or you’re not cumming at all tonight. you hear me?”

jake nodded understandingly. “yes, um’ma.”

you laid on your tummy in front of him, arching your back with your ass in the air. you snaked your soft hand around jake’s length, your tongue teasingly lapping up the salty release from his tip. jake’s guttural moans filled your ears, his tail thumping aggressively on the ground as his hips threatened to buck. “f-fuck!” jake cried pathetically.

you pressed a kiss on the throbbing head, tilting your head to the side to drag your wet tongue down the side of his cock. the veins in his length were pulsing as your delicate licks ran up and down tauntingly, occasionally leaving sloppy, wet kisses. you glanced up at jake through your thick lashes, watching his face contort with pleasure and utter desperation. his moans were like a symphony, so loud and unapologetic. the erotic sounds rippled through your own body, your cunt drenching with slick arousal.

jake was a squirming mess, the sight of you alone in front of him and your heavenly touch made his poor mind fog — his building release already close. your warm lips wrapped around jake, tongue swirling around his reddened tip as you continued to torture your lover. his head fell back against the hut wall, amber eyes screwed shut as breathless obscenities fell from his pretty mouth. “s-shit..jesus, fuck.”

you chuckled as you hollowed your cheeks, taking in as much of jake’s swelling cock as your hand pumped the remaining of his thick length — the salacious combo making jake see stars above him. your head bobbed up and down at an agonising speed, spit dripping down into your palm and allowing your hand to pump relentlessly with ease. your ample ass swayed side to side, the fullness of jake inside your mouth and his blubbering whimpers made your core ache. your plush thighs were clenched, rubbing vigorously on another to create friction against your sensitive clit.

jake’s cock twitched in your throat, his lewd grunts and rocking hips showing how close his climax was approaching. you abruptly released your hands from him, removing your lips as you sat up with a wicked grin.

“w-what’re you doing?” jake’s voice trembled, his leg bouncing with agitation. the sudden loss of your lips wrapped around him made him whine with desperation, head flailing back and forth as the painful sensation of his throbbing member was left untouched. “please, um’ma. i can’t do this. it fuckin’ hurts.” jake’s eyes pricked with tears, his edged orgasm overwhelming him to an unknown degree.

you straddled jake’s thigh as he crumbled below you, smiling cruelly at the thrashing mess he was. “is that right?” you tease, staring deeply into his glassy eyes. your long fingers traced the skin of his lower body, purposely avoiding the pained area he needed you most. you giggled at jake’s strenuous efforts to get himself off, stupidly thrusting himself in the air in hopes that you would wrap yourself around him again.

seeing jake so desperate for your touch nearly made you feel guilty for depriving him of such a euphoric release. you were so smug, selfishly relishing in the way jake yearned for you. his lips were so bitten, drops of blood had been drawn. the way he fought against the rope with such force, frantically trying to rip through the knot so he could finally coax out his sweet climax. you could see a hint of resent in his flustered eyes, if the straps around his wrists were to untie — you knew jake would pounce onto you and fuck you until you were nothing but a pool of pleasure. this fuelled you in such sadistic ways, the feeling of having complete control over him was so fucking intoxicating.

you bit along his neck, nipping harshly at his skin to leave a trail of love-bites. his jolted movements made you pull away from his throat, watching him grunt incessantly. “stop being such a fucking baby.” you laughed as jake yanked against his restraints, the discomfort in his cock becoming too much to handle.

“anything, um’ma, do anything.” jake pleaded, an actual tear falling down his flushed cheek. you licked the salty tear from his face, pressing a gentle kiss on his swollen lips. his eyes looked hopelessly into yours, ears flattened against his dark hair with a pouted expression. “m’sorry for talking to that girl, i won’t do it again.” jake breathed shakily, sucking air in through his teeth. “i’m begging you. please..please touch me.”

you wanted to fight the urge to pity him, but you were struggling. while it was fun to punish him for his behaviour — rewarding him would result in a reward for you. isn’t that a treat? “you’re lucky you’re so pretty.” you stood up before jake, untying the thread of your own dampened loincloth and throwing it aside.

the view and scent of your dripping pussy made jake whine hungrily, a pool of drool forming in the corner of his mouth. your fingers clasped around jake’s length as you slowly lowered yourself, rubbing his throbbing tip throughout your soaking folds. you grasped into his shoulder for balance, both yours and jake’s depraved moans filling your shared hut. you couldn’t help but crash your lips onto his again, muffling erotic grunts into each others mouths as you sunk yourself entirely on him — the globes of your ass nuzzling against his swollen balls.

“argh!” you mewled, your hands brushing through jake’s hair and gripping it tightly. the sensation courses through his sprawled out body, hitting him in the most pleasurable ways. you braced yourself for a moment, the stretch of his girth was still a feeling you needed to adjust to. “mm, such a good boy for um’ma, aren’t you?” you praised him, earning a feeble whimper from jake as he nodded hazily.

with your legs squatted down on each side of jake’s thighs — you slowly began to bounce yourself, wailing loudly at the fullness of jake inside your tight cunt. your pace was tedious, wanting to savour the feeling of his cock pressing against your gummy walls, the rippled veins pulsating deep inside you. your grip on jake’s sweating hair had grown tighter, you pulled his head back to force him to look into your eyes.

“tell me how it feels.” you panted fervently, alternating your bouncing to a slow grind, rolling your hips sensually as your pelvis rocked against his. “wanna hear those pretty moans.”

“feels so good.” jake grunted mercilessly, holding himself back from thrusting up into you. “..oh, god..feels like fuckin’ heaven.”

you reviled in the way his body trembled below you, feeling nothing but the warmth of your heat. you could watch him like this all day, teary eyed begging for you to let him cum. jake imagined his large hands rubbing all around your sweating body, grappling tightly on your hips to bounce you harder on his raw length.

the pornographic thought excited him, impulsively causing his hips to thrust hard into your pussy. your foggy mind couldn’t find the energy to even care at this point, you unconsciously allowed him to fuck himself into you as the speed of your bouncing increased. the squelching sound of your wet cunt fuelling the brewing orgasms between you both.

“so desperate t’cum, huh?” you giggle through breathless pants, arms now wrapped around the base of his neck. your fluttering eyes bored into jake’s, mouths fallen ajar as both your aroused moans filled the hut.

jake nodded tiredly, his poor lips bitten raw from containing his roaring grunts. “only if i’m allowed.”

“that’s a good boy.” you whisper in his ear, feeling your own climax approaching. “i want you to cum with me, m’kay?”

“yes, um’ma.”

your moves were expert, thrashing and riding to coax out your mate’s desperate orgasm. the slapping of wet skin and the primal cries of pleasure soared from wall to wall, creating such a lewd and aggressive atmosphere. jake’s deep ruts were hitting your spongey spot as you bounced passionately up and down his quivering cock, feeling the warmth inside you spread to every shaking limb.

within minutes the coil within you snapped, your walls clenching hard around jake. “y-yes! c’mon, baby.” you groaned salaciously, steadying your pace as your release wore you down completely, your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

your words were his permission to let go. “um’ma, m’cumming..fuck!” his thrusts became sloppy as ropes of his white cum spurted inside you, devilishly mixing with your own sopping release. the feeling of him filling you up made your legs give out, knees hitting the floor as your bodies trembled uncontrollably from the intense climax.

you were completely breathless, your beaded chest pressed against jake’s bare one as you tried to collect yourself. the two of you remained in that exact spot for a moment, your lungs struggling to administer air. you didn’t want him to pull out of you just yet — and jake had no intentions of leaving the warmth of your tight core.

after minutes of shared silence, you finally managed to find a slither of energy. you brought your face up to his, the pad of your thumb wiped away his remaining tears. his honey eyes were cloudy, a small smile growing on his cherry lips. “i love you.” you whisper, your frail hands cupping either side of his flushed face as you kissed him one last time.

“i love you, too, um’ma.”

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reareaotaku · 5 months

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I Want 2 Watch You Bleed

Prompt: I wonder what your dead corpse would look like... We'll find out if you try and leave me~ Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Nanny! Reader Word Count: 3.2k TW: Obsession, Gaslighting, Slight NSFW, Porno Magazine Mentioned [Happy Thanksgiving, my fellow Americans :) Enjoy this treat]

You could feel his eyes on you. He was always watching. You didn't know why he had this fixation on you, but he was overbearing. You always felt his presence, because it was like a fog that made it hard for you to breath. At first, you thought he was making sure you were doing your job correctly, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

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You woke up late at night, feeling as if you were being watched in your dream and when you awoke, he was there. You were taken aback; Your eyes widened as he hung his arm off the footboard.

"You drool in your sleep."

"What?"

"And snore. It's annoying."

Your mouth was practically on the floor, "What are you doing?"

"You're so fucking stupid."

You frowned, your nose scrunching up, and you debated kicking him. Ultimately, you sigh and turn away from the young boy.

"I don't snore." You mumble under your breath, before going back to sleep. If he wanted to stay, you would let him, because you couldn't fight him. You were too tired and the energy just wasn't there.

You felt a dip in the bed, causing a spike of adrenaline to shoot up your spine. Why wouldn't he leave? Why were YOU scared of some stupid teenage boy. You were going to yell at him to get out, but you couldn't move. You felt like you were being held down and feeling his hand snake up your leg didn't help the paranoia that was resting in your head. What was wrong with him?

---

The morning after was awkward and strange. You knew he had been in your room, but the way he was acting was as if you were delusional.

"You can't go into my room at night."

Miles look at you, before tilting his head, "I didn't go into your room last night. It was probably a dream. I think it's weird that you dreamed about me though."

"I would never dream about you. Just- Don't do it."

"Well, I never did, so there's nothing for you to worry about."

You knew he was lying- Well, you did, but you were slowly doubting yourself.

---

You groaned, the music was blaring. It was loud and you were wondering how he hadn't gone deaf yet. Your head was banging and you had half a mind to yell at him. You frowned, before standing up and placing down the book you had been trying to read to Flora.

You could practically feel the floor shake as you stomped up to his room. You banged on the door, seeing as that was the only way he'd hear you. There was no answer, so you decided to just open the door.

He was going to town on his drums, before he looked up to you. He puts down his sticks and gives you his attention.

"What do you want?"

"I'm trying to help Flora read, but we can't even think with that loud music."

"Go outside."

"How about you play a different instrument? You have multiple different instruments. Or maybe you can just wait an hour to play-"

"Why are you being such a bitch?"

"Don't call me that. That is rude and very disrespectful."

He laughs, "Oohh, I'm so scared of the big, mean nanny."

"I'm not playing with you, Miles. I'm serious."

He tilts his head, before looking away from you and at his drums, "I'm sure you think you are. You do realize that unlike me, you're replaceable, right? You don't hold any real power. It's all just a figment of your imagination. Though, it seems your mind likes to run wild, doesn't it?"

"You will not make a joke out of me little boy," You stomp to him, grabbing his sticks causing him to yell out 'HEY!'. "You want to be a rude smartass? Okay, let's see how you like the consequences of your actions."

He follows behind you quickly as you run down the stairs. You rush to the living room where the fire place is. Thankfully, someone had already started a little fire, so your plan was half complete. You stood in front of it, before looking back at him.

His eyes were blown and he was frozen, "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare."

"Oooh, I'm so scared of the big, mean teenage boy." You then do something that you would regret later and throw the drumsticks into the fire.

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" He rushes towards you and you're quick to grab his hands and hold them close together so that he doesn't choke you. After a few minutes, he calms down, but he gives you a dead look, "You better sleep with your door locked and one eye open." He then turns around and walks back to his room.

You hear of the crackle of the wood from the sticks and look back at the fire, causing realization of what you had done to hit you. You had gone to far. Your eyes widen as you frown, before trying to reach for the sticks, but you end up burning your hands. You could only watch as they burned to ash.

---

For the next few days you couldn't sleep. You knew you shouldn't be scared of Miles, seeing as he was younger than you, but there was just something off about him. The guilt had also been eating you alive. While you didn't like the way he treated you and others, you should have been the bigger person and handled the situation with more maturity.

You had tended to avoid him, until you finally decided to go buy him some new drumsticks. Was he an asshole? Yes. Was he inconsiderate of everyone? Yes. But he didn't seem to have many joys in life; And music was one of them and you destroy a part of it. You didn't know how you'd feel if someone destroy parts of your hobby, especially if you didn't have any family or friends besides a younger sibling. God, when you thought about it, it really bummed you out.

You waited until late at night, while everyone was asleep [supposedly], when you decided to leave. It would take you a while to get to town, because the house was far into the country side. You felt like you were doing something you weren't supposed to as you slowly walked across the wooden board floor. You heart dropped when you heard a loud creak! but thankfully there was no other movements.

You groaned when the loud engine blared in the near silence. You were thankful when you finally got out of the driveway and headed into town.

---

You hold the brand new sticks in your hands. You fingers glazed against the engravings on them. You didn't know if this would be good enough for him, but you were hoping he'd at least pretend to accept your apology.

Walking up to his room was agonizing. It felt like time slowed down and the hallways shrunk on you. When you finally got to his door, you thought about leaving, but sucked in a breath and knocked.

"Um, Miles?"

There was no answer, which caused you to sigh. You knew he was in there. You put your ear to the door, trying to listen for anything, but nothing. You knocked again.

"I'm coming in." You slowly opened the door and Miles was sitting on his bed- Well, it wasn't really a bed, more of a mattress- looking through a magazine. He flipped through the pages, not paying attention to you and it kind of looked like a porno magazine, but you weren't about to harp on how he got his hands on such a thing, because that was not a conversation you wanted to have. "Miles?"

He finally looks at you, throwing the magazine to the side of the bed and sat up, looking at you, "What?"

"I got you something," You hold the wrapped box out to him, but he doesn't take it. He just glares up at you as if his looks could kill you. You click your tongue, before rubbing the back of your neck. "I-uh, wanted to apologize... for you know... what I did, the other day... I shouldn't have done that. Nothing warrants a response like that and I'm sorry. I never should have thrown your drumsticks into the fire." You start messing with the box, taking them out when realizing he wasn't taking the gift, "I know that these aren't made out of the expensive wood your old ones were, but- umm... I got them engraved, you know, with uh, your name." You show him the light dug 'Property of Miles Fairchild'. "I hope we can start over and put that behind us."

He looks at the sticks, before grabbing them and looking them over in his hands. You watched him closely, hoping he'd take them. Thankfully, he did, but not before rolling his eyes. He puts them on his night stand, before looking back at you, "Leave me alone."

"Alright.." You finger gun him, before clicking your tongue, "I'll see you around." You left his room, before facepalming. " 'I'll see you around'? God, what a fucking stupid thing to say. Ugh, I'm such an idiot."

---

Miles holds the sticks between his fingers, examining them. They were nothing special, but they'd do the job. The engravements were a nice touch and it spurred something in Miles. It was a sweet gesture, probably the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him, especially without an ulterior motive. And to think, he had been planning to suffocate you in your sleep.

He was still kind of mad about losing his favorite pair of drum sticks, but these meant more to him, because they were bought with him in mind. You bought them while thinking about him and Miles thought that was kind of hot. Was he on your mind? How often did you think about him? What did you think about? Was it appropriate?

You had really just wormed your way into Miles' heart and now you would never be allowed to leave.

---

You parked the car, looking over the books you had gotten Flora. They weren't anything special, but you wanted to get Flora something new to read, because you were sure she was getting bored of the same old stuff in the house.

"Where the hell have you been?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when turning around and seeing Miles behind you. "God, you should wear a bell around your neck or something. You can't sneak up on people like that. Could give someone a heart attack."

He ignores you, repeating himself. "Where the fuck have you been? Flora was asking about you and we saw that the car was gone. She thought you abandoned her." He looks down at the books in your hand, before looking back at you.

Flora had been worried about you, but he had been pissed. How dare you leave? You can't be like everyone else and abandon him after you got through to him. He'd rather kill you with his bare hands than for you to leave him. He didn't care if he had to force you to stay and were unhappy; He loved you to much to let you leave him.

"I would never do that to Flora," You take a step back, your back against the car, as he walks closer to you.

"You can't just leave without telling anyone."

You laugh, shaking your head, "Okay dad. Didn't realize I had to ask you for permission to leave. Besides, I was just... Getting some new books for Flora, not like I have to explain myself to you. She's always stuck in this house and there's nothing new for her to read or do."

"Well, you can't leave without telling anyone, and now you know. I can get you fired, you know. Just don't do it again."

You roll your eyes shaking your head, before mumbling under your breath, "Yeah. I'm not doing that."

---

You were focused on dinner plans, trying to organize and figure out what you needed. Thankfully you knew it would be a short trip. You hated having to go all the way to town, especially on a busy day. Errands were never your favorite thing, but they were part of life. You tsked, clicking your pen, while tapping your fingers on the table.

You went out to the car, thankfully Mrs. Grose taking over for you, so you can leave. It was so strange how everyone was stuck in the house, like they couldn't leave. Did they want to leave? Sure didn't seem like it.

"Where are you going?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when hearing Miles from behind you. You turn to him, frowning, "God, you have to stop doing this. You can't sneak up on people like that."

"I told you you can't leave without telling anyone."

You smirk, not taking him serious, "And yet under the eyes of the law, you're still a child. So, I don't have to tell you anything."

He smirks evily, "You're right. Yet I'm kind of like your boss, so you do have to listen to me."

"Power trip much?" You roll your eyes, gesturing to the car, "Do you want to come with me, Miles?"

You groaned as he happily got into the passenger seat. You pull open the door, ignoring his stare as you got in. You started the car, the hum taking over the silence of the car.

---

It was just a guy, but it had obviously bugged Miles. You didn't know why Miles decided to be such a passive-aggressive asshole to the deli guy, but he did.

"God what is your issue?"

"He was obviously hitting on you." Miles remarks, tossing some stuff into the basket.

"So?"

He looks at you, his brows down turned, "So? You just let him do it. Just out in the open for everyone to see."

"What is up with you and this little," You gesture to him, "controlling nature? You can't control people, no matter how much you try or how much money you have. You have a little control issue."

"And you're a fucking whore." He was jealous and it was showing. Thankfully you were to obvious to his crush and thought he was just an asshole. He wanted to crack that dude's neck like a fucking baby back rib. He wanted to keep you locked away from the rest of the world so that only he could love you. You are a stupid woman, yet somehow you had Miles wrapped around your little finger and his heart on a leash.

"You are...." You pause, a devestated look on your face, "a monster."

"Let's just get going." He ignores you, walking ahead of you, but you weren't done with this conversation.

When getting back to the car, you glared at Miles, who was leaning on his hand and tapping his fingers against his thigh.

"You are such a brat, you know that?"

He clicks his tongue, ignoring you. "Kinda whorish to let him look at you like that," He finally turns to you, before eyeing you up and down, "But you probably like the attention, huh?"

"God, what is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem-"

"You're acting like a jealous, possessive child. Flora acts better than you."

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. You groan, getting into the car and finally starting it.

---

You had to get out. You didn't know where to go, but you had to get away from the house. Weird shit kept happening. You felt eyes on you constantly and Miles had become obsessively clingy. You couldn't be alone for more than a few seconds without him appearing. You felt bad for Flora and you wanted to get her out of the house, but you were worried it was to late for her.

Flora was acting weird and saying things that didn't make sense. It was like she was possessed or something. She would talk about her old nanny and her dying. It scared you.

You had waited until it was dark out and you put Flora to sleep. You felt bad, but you couldn't stay, you had to leave, it was for your best interest.

You fiddled with the keys in your hands, before accidentally dropping them when trying to put them in the handle. You curse under your breath, before hearing creakk and your eyes scanned around you. The last thing you needed was to get caught now.

"What are you doing?"

You froze, recognizing the voice, before turning around and facing him. He was so close to you, making you wonder where the hell he came from. He looked like a monster with the way his eyes were blown out and his face was obviously furious. "What?"

He frowned, tilting his head, "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?"

"No. No, I don't."

"Well, you sure seem to think so." He gestures towards the keys and the car, "Trying to leave in the middle of the night. Where are you going to go? You don't have any family."

"I'll figure something out."

"With what money? I mean, you can't possible have enough saved to last very long. Maybe a few weeks in a motel, if you're lucky."

"I'd rather live in an alley then spend another second here."

Something flashed in his eyes, something unrecognizable. You knew you had pissed him off. It didn't help that he obviously had serious abandonment/attachment issues and you were trying to leave. He felt as if you were trying to make a fool out of him. How dare you.

"Well, you don't really have a choice."

"What?"

"You don't have," He steps closer to you, before whispering, "a choice."

"Yes I do. Everyone has a choice."

"You know what- You're right. Your choices are that you stay here and we pretend this," He gestures to you and the car, "didn't happen. Or..." He chuckles, looking away from you, as if he was remembering something fondly, "Well, I wonder what your dead corpse would look like... We'll find out if you try and leave me."

"You don't scare me."

He smiles, his eyes filled with an almost love, if not for the situation you found yourself in, you'd be flattered.

"You sure? You seem pretty scared."

He was so close that he could see all the emotions swirling in your eyes. You couldn't lie to him, because he could see the truth. You were terrified.

"Come on. Give me the keys and let's go back inside."

You looked down at the keys, before looking at the car and then at him. You had lost and now you were going to be stuck in this stupid house forever.

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jangmi-latte · 10 months

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3:00 𝐏𝐌 — 「 FAILURE NOCRIOL TUL- I GENERAL 」

nsfw. gender! neutral reader.

the title is gnoomish for: failure must come to the general

"Thorn Fairy, hear my wishes. You, who are full of grace and beauty, bless upon me the patience fitting for the blessing of the night..." you mumbled in ancient fae dialect, kneeling against the dais where the statue of the thorn fairy stood.

"I hereby declare, Mr. Lilia Vanrouge..."

"Thorn Fairy, hear my wishes. You, who are full of grace and beauty, bless upon me the strength to face and defend the blessing of the night..." You grit your teeth, tightening your grip on the quartz crystal. Your breathing deepened, your eyes shut tighter as your eyebrows furrowed.

"...the duty and power to guard and protect..."

"Thorn Fairy, hear my wishes. You, who are full of grace and beauty, bless upon me the essence of what it is to be part of the blessing of the night..." You can feel your heartbeat speed up. You can feel it throughout your body, you can feel it banging against your ear drums. The quartz crystal cracked against your grip, your nails digging into your palm.

"...annointed by Her Royal Majesty, Malleficia Draconia, and Her Royal Highness, Meleanor Draconia..."

"Thorn Fairy...hear my wishes...You..." came your chants that turned into forced whispers.

"...as the General of the Land of Briar."

The quarts crystal crumbled into dust, shattering completely before you threw it to the ground and screamed. Hands slamming against the floor as fists pounded and smacked against the dais. The echoes of the ceremony that commenced not even an hour ago rang and rang in your head.

You glared up at the statue, breath heaving while you continued to thrash the flowers and gifts that surrounded the statue. Your knees collapsed with your hair tarnished as you continued to stare up at the thorn fairy. Her stoned face, those lifeless eyes of hers angled up to mock your demise. Her lips smirked down, as far as the angle could provide, at you.

Such a pathetic fae, that you are.

"I hate you, Lilia Vanrouge."

You heard the heavy wooden doors close behind you; you paid no heed, not to the fae, not to the ruined dais of the savior of faes, and definitely not to how you looked.

"The hypocrisy you really possess baffles me," he said, heels clicking against the marble floor.

Your teeth nearly cracked. The stoned dias creaked under your fingernails as you slowly panned your head over his shoulder. There he was. That fucking General.

That title was supposed to be yours. You're supposed to be the General of the Land of Briar. You're supposed to be in charge of protecting the land. You worked hard to impress the royals—

Yet, why did this foresaken man get annointed instead of you?

"Stand up," he ordered.

He is not using his position on you. Not now, not ever. You were equals before he was chosen. Fuck the hierarchy.

"I said. Stand. Up," came another order, sterner than the one before. "If you're going to let out your anger, do it to me."

And that was your final breaking point. The cockiness, the arrogance, that glint in those sharp eyes of his. It's all mockery, it's all a game. Not an ounce of care that he defeated you. What he wants, you don't know. But, what you want, he holds.

You stood up and charged at him. Fists hitting wherever it landed just as long as it's on his body. He didn't flinch, he didn't resist. He just stared. It angered you more. Your vision was nothing but black.

"I hope the war takes you," you sneered, landing a punch on his face.

"I hope you fail the princess!" A punch landed on his shoulder.

"I. Am. Supposed. To be. The General!" You screamed and landed a blow to his chest, sending him to take a step back and puff out a breath.

No damage, still no damage. It wasn't enough. No physical outlet can diminish this desire for blood; for his blood on your hands. The restraint you need to hold on yourself was too much.

"And you truly believe you deserve this position?" he laughed. Lips outstretched in a menacing grin.

"How do you think Meleanor would react when she sees what you've done to this room?" He gestured to the dais behind you.

"You can't even control yourself."

And all you saw was red.

You shoved Lilia to the wall adjacent to you and slammed your lips on his dry ones. Neither of you are fools. The man held no hesitance nor did he fight you back. In fact, he relinquished in your misery.

He devoured your lips just as feverishly as you did. Hands pulling and gripping on his now messy hair while his own hands grasped on your clothes. His tongue savoured itself in your mouth, eliciting unwanted muffled moans before he easily flipped you two with you now against the wall.

"You're better off as a decoy," he growled against your lips, grabbing your thigh and hooking it around his waist. Your hands moved down to pull on his uniform, tugging the tormenting material that refused to show an ounce of his skin.

"You're better off dead," you snapped back when he moved down to bite, bite, on the side of your neck. Your nails dug on his nape as you continued to persistently rip through his clothes, only earning a small snap as the skin-tight material on his shoulder ripped just a bit.

He snickered against your neck. Tongue darting out to lay flat against the your throat and lick from your collarbone and up to your chin. Your breaths turned to pants as you're eye-to-eye with the General. His were half-lidded and yours were wide with desire — for what, you don't entirely know.

His slammed his lips again, this time, grabbing your other thigh and lifting you until they're wrapped around his waist. Pressing his clothed cock against your crotch as he groaned into your mouth. His free hand easily ripped your own uniform from the middle, exposing your unarmed chest him and the cold air of the room.

Your nipples immediately erected upon contact and he mercilessly pinched on one making you gasp and shudder while he sucked on your bottom lip. You were shaking now; both from anger and desire. He had too much power over you. You hated it. You loathed every single bit of it. You wished, you prayed, that he just loses it to whatever lurks in the forests and never return.

"Say it."

"Fuck you," you breathed, gritting your teeth after pulling away. Finally being able to snap the buckles of his chest armor and exposing the shirt beneath it. It hugged his body too well, too damn well. Tight against his bod, translucent as far as the mind can imagine. You want it gone, you want it all dispersed.

"You need to learn to respect your leaders." Lilia gripped pressed down your nipple, his thumb circling as he leered at your nudity. "Say it."

"Like hell you're my fucking leader," you snapped. "You're nothing. You're just a bastard of a fa—" you were cut off by your own throat. A loud moan escaped your lips when he bit on your nipples. His fangs barely teasing your sensitive tits. It was a hard bite. The other breast was being fondled and squeezed by his other hand. Your don't know where to lay your hands. You don't know what to grip.

You hate being inferior.

"Say it," he moaned as he sucked on your abused nip. You shivered and tilted your head against the wall, refusing to see his ministrations. You can feel how hard his cock was against your pelvis, grinding and pressing against your crotch. Your eyes settled on the statue of the thorn fairy behind him. Her eyes looked like they moved, now laughing at your state.

And unbeknownst to you, Lilia's hand shoved itself inside your pants, cupping your sex before rubbing his fingers on your groin. You arched your hips away as much as you can, only pressing your ass against the wall with no more room to move. Your mouth hang open as you looked down and stopped the whine that dared leave your throat.

"I'm giving you one last chance." There was a singing tone to his voice. He's smirking down at you while tauntingly pressing his fingers harder, rubbing slow circles as he can feel how wet you've become. It made you wither, it made you look away from his minacious gaze.

"Fuck..." you breathed out, tightening your legs around his waist as you thrusted your hips on his fingers. Closing your eyes and feeling the pleasure build up, the heat and coil to burn hotter inside you.

Before you were dropped to the ground with a yelp leaving your mouth. You snapped your head up, looking at him in surprise with furrowed eyebrows. He laughed while he shook his head then looked down at his slick-coated fingers and grinned. Shamelessly licking it off with a pop from his lips before leaning down and wiping it on your cheek.

"Clean up before the subordinates see you looking so..." His eyes trailed down your body with no word finishing his sentence. With a hand in his pocket he turned around and started walking away.

You were left baffled, annoyed, and weak. Your eyes followed his retreating figure and once his hand landed on the doorknob, before you could even control yourself, you blurted.

Just like he said.

You can't control yourself.

"G-General Vanrouge!"

You couldn't see it, but the smirk that danced on his face was more than enough to signify his victory. To have the dais crack when your back collided with the cold stone and your legs pulled apart and laid bare against his hips.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #diasomnia x reader #twisted wonderland smut #lilia vanrouge x reader smut #twisted wonderland x reader smut #twst x reader smut #twst smut #general vanrouge #general lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst #twisted wonderland

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Event: Musical Wanderer

(Note: I'm going to put the English translation and not the actual Japanese lyrics for The song just so you can know what the song is saying without going the English translation yourself. I got the lyrics for Risa Shinozaki's cover of the song.)

Music can be heard from outside late at night. It was a Shamisen playing outside. Then you hear a soft haunting voice singing Edo Lullaby in Japanese.

"Hush-a-bye Hush-a-bye,

Good baby go to sleep,

Where has the nanny gone?

Beyond that mountain to the village-"

You slowly went out to see a 16 year old girl sitting outside. Fair skin, closed eyes, and lavender hair that fades to rosy red. She was maybe 5'7ft tall. Her hair was in a high ponytail and her bangs were swept to the right. She had a 44 time signature on the back of her neck tattooed in black ink. She also seems to have a few 16th notes on her jewelry and tattoo on her left thigh on red.

She had only had the Shamisen with her it seems. No bag for food, water, or an umbrella. Just the Shamisen. She was amazing at playing it, and singing.

"-What was the souvenir?

Pellet drum and sho flute

Roly-poly toy and hand drum"

Do you say anything?

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@mikado-sannoji @would-you-like-a-scooby-snack @edens-garden-au @human-monokuma @ask-the-otonokoji-twins @the-sxrens-sxng @unknown-ultimates @excitement-to-consumption @ultimate-rider @after-neo-world @chaoticblogofmuses @pizza-for-my-friends

#Event: Musical Wanderer #Fūrin Otonokoji/PUC 4

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hi, this is kinda an odd request but could you write maybe a blurb (or oneshot if you somehow can make it long enough) for 2007 tom kaulitz (where he still had his dreads) x fem!reader and basically the band is doing a big concert and reader is also part of the band as a backup singer and guitarist and so during the concert tom like walks up to reader and plays like you know how when that one time he was performing his solo when he was playing pain of love and he walked up to georg and it's kinda like that. sorry i suck at explaining. you can watch the video to understand better. and that kinda just builds up sexual tension. can end in smut if you want. thanks <33

the video: https://youtu.be/4G9NgwtdbkY?si=yitVoPjxjcyTsBTC

WAIT THIS GOES SO HARD HOLY SHIT

⯎ "Crawling back to you." Tom Kaulitz x f.reader

warning/content : boy howday smut, p in v, unprotected sex, you get it <3.

♡ a/n : I had to rewrite ts a bunch of times but yolo whatever 😝

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . "K-I-S-S-I-N-G, I got a thang for you, so how you feel about me?"

₊˚⊹ ᰔ IT WAS about the second night of their world tour, and it was packed. The concert was already sold out, and the venue was full. You and the rest of the band were so excited for tonight.

All night, you and Tom have had the heaviest tension. The band was totally sure something was up with you two.

"Pretty outfit, Y/N." Tom said, smirking slightly while looking at you. You smiled softly and moved a bit of hair out of your face. "Thank you." you replied. You couldn't help but blush slightly. You never really got as many compliments, especially from Tom.

"Komm Schon, concert starts in 5 minutes!"

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The loud crowd singing and screaming below and you could hear Bill's voice sing, the drums banging and the guitar and the bassist all play. You sang softly as you played the guitar in the background of Bill's voice,

"You can't make me stay, I'll break away.."

You backed away from the microphone and played the guitar, Bill's voice ringing through the stadium and all the instruments playing all at once. It was near the end of the song.

As the end of the song rolled by, Tom started walking up to you. You smiled slightly and continued playing your guitar. You and Tom were now standing in front of each other, making eye contact as you played.

Tom was taller than you by about a foot, so he towered over you. Basically looking down at you as he played. (added this bc he's a foot or two taller then me irl :b sorry loves I had too..)

"..No more counting all your lies, no more waiting for your goodbyes.."

You couldn't help it, seriously. You felt.. something as Tom looked at you and you knew everyone probably suspected it. The sexual tension was so thick between you two.

As the song ended, Tom backed away and winked. You swore you felt your face feel hot, and it was definitely not the sweat on your face. You heard the loud cheers and screams. You smiled softly.

finally, the concert came to an end. You waved to the crowd and so did the others.

You were definitely going to have the time of your life tonight, and it wasn't just this concert.

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Back in the hotel, you were pushed against the door with Tom towering over you, kissing you passionately. One of Tom's hands was on your waist and the other was on your chin as he kissed you.

Tom pulled away and smirked, tracing your jawline slowly. "So pretty f'me tonight." He said softly. You felt your heart beat faster and you swallowed quickly. "Tom.."

"mhm? say what you want." Tom slurs, looking down at you as he gripped your waist slightly. You could feel yourself get wet just from his words. They had such an effect on you.

"Just fuck me, Tom. Please." You pleaded, looking up at him. He chuckled lowly, leaning down to kiss your neck slowly. "So impatient," He said, tracing small circles on your waist as he kissed your neck.

He then looked back at you and picked you up, leading you to the bed. You landed on the soft mattress beneath you. "Tom, hurry up.." You whined, looking up at him as he was now on top of you.

"You're so whiny."

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You moaned loudly into the pillow, Tom pounded right behind you. You squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. Tom hummed as he watched his thick cock disappear inside you and re-appear with every thrust.

Your small whines and moans came out of you as he continued to thrust into you at a fast pace. "nngh, fuck! s-slow down.." You moaned, your eyes starting to water due to the overwhelming pleasure. You felt the room spin and you swore you were seeing stars.

"s'wet and all ready for me, you knew this would happen." He grunted, picking up the pace of his thrusts. You felt your legs tremble at his words.

You couldn't even think and all that was leaving your mouth was whines and loud moans. Probably the whole hotel could hear you at this point. "oh, fuck.. doing so, mmph, good for me engel.." Tom coo'd, his hands resting on your hips as he thrusted.

All that was heard inside the hotel room was skin slapping and grunts and moans. Your legs were trembling and you were a moaning mess at this point.

"nngh, m'gonna cum.." You whined, feeling the familiar feeling in your lower stomach. Your walls clenched around his thick cock, moaning louder. Tom grunted and gripped your hips slightly.

"cum f'me, schatzi, c'mon." Tom coo'd, thrusting faster. The overwhelming pleasure was too much, and you felt your orgasm wash over you. Tom slowed down his pace and you were breathing heavily.

"s'pretty seeing you like this." Tom said, caressing your hips slowly. "such a good girl f'me."

OH MY GOD FINALLY DONE 😭 I HAD TO RUSH IM SORRY

Glossary corner : "Komm schon" - Come on. "Schatzi" - Treasure. "Engel" - Angel.

Taglist : @itsmealaiah @kqulitzlvr

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fanfic #x reader #xoxogossipmal

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peachespearsandplumbs · 3 months

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bang the drum slowly with actor michael moriarty

#bang the drum slowly #michael moriarty #locker room #baseball #baseball stirrups

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ledgerserious8 · 4 months

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Put A Love | Patrick Verona & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Love Smut

Summary : Patrick Need To Love You..

Word count : 7.7k

Part two of : A Shoulder To Cry

After two weeks of this letter you didn't tell anyone about it but you keep thinking about who could be sending you this love letter but all the sighs meaning one person...

Just Patrick..

Patrick was hiding himself against the tree of your new alone house He looked exhausted and seemed sad, his eyes showed how much he had suffered during these weeks

He needed you need your attention your love and everything in you His heart was broken that's made him throw A stone on your room window

'Please notice me" - he mumbled

But you keep Reading your book you was too foucs and into your little own world just thinking about everything can keep you off the world

He kept throwing stones, but you didn't look, your focus was on your book but he took a chance and ran towards the balcony, he banged his fist on the glass of your window

"Hey! Y/n" - he called you as looking at you as Patrick felt hopeless and dejected

He was shocked by how beautiful you was your bright eyes, your soft hair, your pretty lips everything on you was perfect

Patrick sighed and said - "Finally you see me" as sighing in relief

You come and opened your window to make him enter your room and he replied to you by a soft smile

'What do you want?" - you asked him calmly.

"You know what I want" he approached closer to the balcony.

The moonlight highlighted his eyes as he looked at her, he smiled his most charming smile

"You're the one I've been dreaming about all the time." - He whispered as looking into your eyes

You widen your eyes as your fingers holding the letter and he noticed it it's made him smiling more and looked back at you

'Was it you?" - You whispered after noticing his eyes seeing the letter

Patrick was delighted when you recognized the letter With his heart pounding, he slowly walked closer to you and took both your hands

He gently squeezed your hands and said - "Yes it’s me, it’s always me"

His eyes seemed to search for your approval, he needed you so much

"I am the one who wrote that letter, I can't explain how much you mean to me or how much I need you, I can't live without you." - Patrick added confidently

He didn't hold himself anymore so his fingers caressed your cheeks, your heart beat rapidly, the more he caressed, the thicker your breathing became faster than before

The moonlight created the perfect setting for this moment, his hands on your cheeks and his breath on your face made you melt into his touch as Patrick's heart beat like a drum in his chest, his every motion sent goosebumps on your skin

Patrick was lost in the heat of the moment, your soft skin felt heavenly He traced the shape of your face with his fingers, his breath brushing against your cheeks and nose

Patrick's heart was beating faster than ever as he looked down into your eyes, searching for a response from your mouth

'Are you serious?" - you whispered as looking into his eyes trying to searching for answers

Patrick hesitated for a moment before replying - "Yes, I am as serious as I've ever been in my life. I've never felt this way about anyone before.

I care for you more than anything else " - he whispered as took your hands into his and kissed them a soft kiss

Patrick looked into your eyes lovingly and longingly as he leaned into you, his face was just a few inches away He waited for a sign from you, hoping that you felt the same way

The tension in the air was palpable, the chemistry between them almost electric

'Say it" he whispered with deep voice as looking into your eyes and his hands cupped your face.

Patrick felt his body trembling from the urge to kiss you He was just inches away, and all he needed was the permission from you

"Say it, be my baby" - he whispered softly as leaning even closer

Patrick couldn't resist anymore, he had to know if you felt the same way but there's a simple hope into his heart for your next words

You keep silent as blushing just the look at him made you speechless it's made Patrick laughed softly at your cutest expression

"Tell me that you want me too" - He said with a smile as his fingers playing with your cheeks

"That you want this too That you are just as desperate to be with me as I am with you." - Patrick added softly as looking into your eyes

'That you're dreaming of me hugging you kissing you over and over"

'That you're dreaming of me put my love into your heart into your life"

'And into your body"

You keep silent but feeling your body temperature getting higher making him smirking noticed his effect on you and how your breath becomes heavily just because of him

'You already know i love you too" - you replied softly making him melting as his breath hitting the skin of your face

This was all he needed

Patrick didn't waste a second and closed the distance between the both of you, his hands went on your cheeks as his lips took your mouth against his as The kiss was full of desire, the both of your tongues intertwined and your bodies pressed against each other

It was a kiss that would make the both of you forget there was ever a world apart and your fingers moved making a way to touch his curly black hair

All of the emotions he had been bottling up inside of him finally overflowed in this moment, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

Patrick's hands ran down your body, caressing your back and waist, all he could think about was this feeling, this connection he had never felt before

The kiss became more passionate as the both of you held each other so tight, his lips exploring every inch of your mouth, his body pressing against yours and his tongue licked your lips lightly

'Patrick" - you whispered but his long finger put on your lips to stop you from speaking

'Shh..tonight just our love" - he whispered back to you as smirking while looking at your shiny eyes and then at your lips

Patrick wanted nothing more than to be close to you in that moment, he wanted the both of your bodies to melt together and His hands were running through your hair, pulling it gently as he did, you was so beautiful in his dark brown eyes

He couldn't believe he was finally holding you and kissing you and put his truly love in your heart and body, the bad boy's dream had come true because of you

But suddenly...you felt him pick you up

Patrick lifted you in his arms and pulled you close to his body, he looked at you and could feel your heavily breath on his face The connection between the both of you was so intense that he wanted to lose himself in it so badly

your body fit perfectly into his larger frame, and it seemed like the both of you were made for each other Patrick's heart was beating so quickly as His lips moved from your mouth down to your neck, kissing and nibbling you gently. He wanted to take this moment in forever

Patrick laid you on your bed of your room, slowly running his hands alongside your body, enjoying your soft skin He wanted to touch you everywhere and explore every inch of your body, his tongue ran along your neck and your ear, making you biting your bottom lip

'Patrick I.." - you whispered but again he put his finger on your lips caressing your lips gently

"May I...?" - he mumbled as looking into your eyes, their breath was heavy and the both of your eyes locked with each other

You didn't answer..you lost control so you just nodded.

Patrick continued to kiss your neck, his hands slowly starting to move down you body He was so attracted to you and every part of you

He wanted to feel you body against him He started kissing your lips, your jaw, your ears, everywhere he could reach He was so lost in the moment, it felt like the two of them were the only ones in the room.

Patrick's exploration continued, and he was enjoying every reaction coming from you by his touch and kisses

You was so sensitive, and he was enjoying the way you was gasping and moaning with every move he did to your body He wanted to keep going, to keep exploring your body, to make you enjoy this time with him as much as possible.

'Oh..Patrick" - you moaned softly as closing your eyes and your hands wrapped around his back to pulled him closer to you feeling his body against yours

'Feel good babygirl?" - he whispered as asking you softly while he was sucking your earlobe and neck by his tongue

'S-so good" - you whispered back as biting your bottom lip and trying to take his black shirt off because you was needing him so much as much he need you

'I think you should do something" - he asked you softly making you keep looking at him as nodded gently

You understand what's he was meaning so you moved and get closer to him and started kissing his neck and gave him a love bites making him groaned your name softly

He asking you for more and don't want you to stop while your hands was taking his black shirt off

His body was manly like a gentleman not just a...good bad boy

'Y/n...baby" - he groaned softly as letting his fingers through your hair and back

You pulled him closer to as you throw his black shirt somewhere on the floor of the room and he did it you was just loved how his skin color and body was look perfect and suit you

He put you back on the bed making your head resting on the pillow and kissing your neck and lips passionately he was so hungry for everything about you

He want to kiss and touch every inch of you that Patrick Verona felt he can't get enough of you as his true love and everything he had need in his life

Take this off - he whispered as breaking the kiss and trying to take your shirt off so he could see your body and chest wearing bar but he want you to be naked for him

By one move from his fingers he just put your shirt up and take it off as throw it on the floor of the room with his black shirt

But after a few seconds his jeans and pants decided to join the floor too..

And your eyes seeing this pretty boy was just smiling as looking at your body and breasts wearing a dark pinky bar

'Can you stop staring" - you mumbled as avoiding looking at his eyes making him smirking

'I can staring at what mine any time i want right sweetie?" - he asked you teasingly as smiling at you sweaty face making you blushing under his gaze

He smiled more as started to unclipped your bra off so your breasts showing out for him letting him kissing and sucking your neck trying to make you ready for his next move and be in pleasure always

But Suddenly you let out a soft moan from your mouth after feeling his mouth captured one of your nipples as he keep sucking on it making you turned on and be needy for him he knew how to do that well

'Patrick..please" - you moaned out as your hands grabbed the bedsheet while closing your eyes as begging him to be hurry

You needed him..he made you needed him a lot

'Music in my ears" - he confessed as smiling at your your moans for him it's was so perfect for him to keep going

You closed your eyes because you never see your body is beautiful or good to be for him but his moves on your body make your lips let out a moans after make his fingers playing with your clothed clit slowly

By his fingers..he loved fingerling you

"So much wetness" - he mumbled while keep doing his job by his fingers

It's made you moaning a lot and god that bad boy was loving the melody of your moans running into his ears

He was eating you out by his fingers and without keep waiting he start pushing two finger inside of your clit

It's made your moans sounds becomes louder for him and you felt him smirking about it He can noticed your sweat on your face from up to down

'So wet for your bad boy" - he whispered in low huskily tone as pushed three finger inside of your wetness pussy

He didn't get a reply from you because you whimpering and trying to catch your breath he made your heart beating faster he can feel you was enjoying it so much

'Patrick please i need you" - you whispered as your fingers grabbed the bedsheet

He keep silent he wanted to eating you out and make you cum by his mouth but he felt he can't say no to you because he can see how seriously you want him to put his love into you

'As you wish baby" - he whispered in deep voice as smirking showing his teeth and his fingers just took your pants off

He wanted you to be calm and relaxed for him so he put a few soft kisses on your inner thighs again and again making you breathing heavily more then before

'Ready sweetheart?" - he asked you softly as looking at your eyes waiting for simple answer even if he knew you're ready he will just wait to hear you say it

It's was just a permission before everything

'Yes my Patrick I'm" - you whispered as put a smile and nodded at him

That's making him smiling because he loved the idea of you called him 'Your Patrick" making know that you're his and he's yours now and forever

He closed his eyes as He grabbed your hand with his his fingers locked with yours like romantic scene as he hide his face against your neck and hair you fell him started placing a trail of kisses on your neck

And you felt his cock push inside of your pussy gently and carefully guide himself inside of you he just making you moaned out softly but Patrick was so gentle with you like you were made of glass

And he doesn't want to break that glass..

'So please" - you whispered softly while you can feel him smirking

'Because it's us" - he replied as kissing your earlobe with smile on his sweaty face

He started thrust inside of you and you was so tight but you started feeling pleasure by because he pick up his speed he want to make you feel him...feel how he put his love into you

your moans made him almost losing control his sweaty chest started raising up and down like he was losing his breath and he knew you was the reason of it

'See how I'm losing my breath because of you" - he whispered as biting your earlobe and giving your neck love bites

The both of you was into your little own world but you can feel the bed started shaking by the movement of your bodies the walls was hearing your moans and his groans

Suddenly The sound of rain started hearing outside the window and the both of you didn't care because you was moaning his name and he was doing the same thing with you

You was in pleasure and he does too as the both of you was enjoying it too and his fingers keep grabbed the bedsheets and your hair was sticking to your forehead making you looked sexiest more in his eyes

""P-Patrick I can't take it" - you moaned as he keep thrusts inside of you and closed his eyes trying to control himself and forget your voice tone

'So hot like hell" he whispered as opened his lustful eyes and staring at you

'Let's cum together" - he added huskily as trying to speak more but you cut him off by kissing him making him forget everything about the world

A kiss during making love...it's was Patrick's favorite moments

You just kissed him passionately and he kissed you back as keep thrust inside of you faster then before you could feel the bed keep shaking with your legs around his waist

Everything becomes blur because the both of you was losing control together and can't take it anymore...

He groaned your name louder than before with you and you was screaming his name loudly for the last time when you both cumming together make your orgasm looks better

That pleasure that touchs and fingers and this muscle body and cook made you felt butterflys in your stomach while his fingers was on your clit

He give you a few thrusts before take himself out of you and colleagues on top of you he was whimpering and trying to catch his breath back

He was tired but feel proud of himself...by giving himself to you

He closed his eyes as smiling to himself of the idea of making love with you again and again in the future was making him realize he finally got you

the idea of you still beside him until now is still made him happy and don't want to let go never and ever like there's no more time in the world just to be with you

You smiled as feeling his strong arms wrapped around you pulled you closer to his body and chest making you lied your head on his chest

'I love you so much" - you confessed softly and made him lifted his head off from the pillow to look at your face

'I love you too thank you for letting me in" - he whispered against your lips and put a soft kiss

'Thank you for this pleasure you too" - you replied and he let out a cutr soft chuckle

'Did you felt good?" - he asked as looking into your eyes trying to read your mind

'Yes i did" - you said and let out a soft giggle while thinking about every moment happened between you and him from the beginning

He nodded silently as smiling cheerily and closed his eyes his eyelashes and mouth made him look a baby to you...your baby bad boy

You closed your eyes and a few minutes the breath of the both of you becomes slowed and your bodies hugging each other as the covers of the bed wrapped around the both of you

Patrick can be bad boy but it's dosen't mean he can't fall in love with you

It's dosen't mean he can't be good person all the time

It's dosen't mean he can't..

Put A Love

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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Come Back

pairing : sam monroe x gn!reader | wc : 2.9k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : No one's really there for him, except you. So after his night with one of Josh's clients, he looks for comfort in the way only you know how.

warnings : sam and user are in college, prostitution and drugs, internalized homophobia, toxic masculinity and slut shaming, hurt and comfort, smut, unhealthy coping skills, relationship is sort of toxic, sam is bipolar coded, oral ( m receiving ), degredation

a/n : sammy my beloved <3; tw for literally any of what was mentioned in the warnings.

You’re at your dorm room in bed with Sam, sat on his lap as he smokes a cigarette you stole from your step mom this morning. His eyes shut and his taps his foot along to the drums of the song playing on your stereo right now, one hand on the cigarette and the other on your waist, rubbing at you softly. You can hear one of your roommates banging at your door to try and get you to turn the music down but Sam just turns it up to drown her out.

You carefully outline his eyes with your eyeliner pencil and he’s perfectly pliant for you, letting you twist and turn his head without too much of a struggle. “Which band is this again?” You ask as you keep working.

Sam opens one of his eyes, and looks at you before grumbling, “A Perfect Circle.” He shifts his shoulders slightly and blows out his smoke before he talks again. “You almost done yet?”

“Yeah, just let me…” You murmur before you smear his eyeliner for him, when you're done, you lean in to kiss his forehead and his hands slide up to your chest.

“Thanks babe.” Sam whispers, kissing you quickly on the lips before letting his hands slip below the hem of you shirt, deepening the kiss as he pulls you to him. You drop your eyeliner to hold him to you by the back of his head. As your tongues dance, you taste the lingering smoke in his mouth and his hands grab at your belt loops, holding you to his hips. Slowly, he starts to grind up against you, making you moan. He holds back a groan by sucking a hickey on your chest, a smirk lining his face when you gasp in surprise.

After another minute, his phone rings and he checks the caller before he all but shoves you to the side and stands up to answer it. As he starts to speak in a hushed tone over the phone, you look up at him, feeling upset that he was starting something he wasn’t finishing. You listen in closely and you know what he’s doing, his whispers of “only once” and a frustrated groan of “either 300 bucks or the weed?”

So when you hear him start to say goodbye, you loop two fingers through the top of his shorts, smirking up at him. “Sam… finish what you started.” You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Lay off of me, I got things to do.” He says, pushing you off of him. You were used to his mood swings and moodiness, so you reach out and hold onto the hem of his shirt, trying to keep him close. “Where are you going?”

Sam groans and pulls at your hands. When you let go, so does he, so he turns to stare at you, his face inches from yours. “You can't keep me here, you know.”

“Can’t I try?” You murmur, grazing your lips against his

“You're persistent, aren't you?” He says, shutting his eyes as he runs his hands through your hair, leaning in for a long kiss. As soon as you kiss back, his grip tightens on the back of your head, allowing him to take control of the kiss.

“Don’t go meet up with Josh” You whisper softly, resting your forehead on his. “I know you need something, but maybe we can find something else.”

“You're cute but naive. We can't afford weed or anything else.” He says, his voice flat and his tone serious. “Josh doesn't have money but he does have drugs. And since I'm out of them, I need to get more.” He lean in as he moves his lips to your neck.

“But hes gonna…” You start but he cuts you off.

“He’s gonna pimp me out to some guy. Just gotta be some guy's bitch for 2 hours and I’ll get enough weed for a week. Just once, just this one time.” He murmurs, licking at your neck before he pull away, staring down at you. “I don't have any other choice. If I want to get my fix, then I do it or I don't get anything. It's my only option.”

“Just, be careful.” You murmur softly, kissing him again. “Come back here after, I'll be here waiting for you.”

“I'll be back in a few.” He says, straightening up, putting on his jacket and walking to the door. Then he pulls it open, walks out of your dorm and to Josh’s car. You can see Josh’s smarmy face from your window and he recognizes you, waving at you with a smile. You give him the finger before you wait to see Sam get in and leave.

A few hours later, the sun has disappeared and the night sky is visible. A car passes the dorm, then stops. And Sam gets out and walks up to the door, getting all the way to your room and knocking. “Y/N, are you here?” I wait a few seconds before trying again. “Y/N!”

After a second, you make it to the door and open it up. You’re just in your pajamas and your roommates are in the common room, looking over. “Sam.” You whisper breathlessly, looking him over.

“Hey.” He murmurs as he stands outside the door, visibly exhausted after what he went through. “Thanks for waiting for me.” He looks down, ashamed, knowing you saw him come out of a man's car.

“C'mon” You whisper, taking his hand and leading him over to your room and he follows you, sitting on the bed as you start to look for an extra towel and clothes for him. After a few minutes of silence, but Sam breaks it. “Do you still think less of me for what I did earlier?”

“No.” You whisper, exasperated. You drop what you’re holding and move over to him, cradling his face and kissing his cheek softly. He smiles hesitatingly, placing his hands on your hips as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. He pulls you tighter into his arms, kissing you deeply and passionately.

Sam’s mind is all over the place. He can feel the bag of weed in his jacket pocket but all he thinks about is the shame and the mans hands as they grabbed at him. When he shuts his eyes, its like he’s back in the car, feeling the old fuck’s thick fingers pawing at him. He had his own partner already, and they tried. They didn’t want him to go. Was some weed worth this?

As he sits, Sam starts to subconsciously tug at his clothes in discomfort. When you notice this, you get all of the supplies you gathered and sit next to him. “You should take a shower.” You say gently, before giving him another one last kiss and stand up to find a towel for him.

He gives a sad grin at you over his shoulder, taking the towel. Then he goes shower and lingers under the hot water, cleaning the stench of the other man off him and leaning against the cool tile to cry. No matter how he felt, he couldn’t cry in front of you. Then he would be proving his asshole stepdad right, he’d be some fucking sissy. He punches at the tiles to distract himself before he takes a breath and focuses on finishing up. When Sam’s done, he towels himself dry and heads back to your room, smiling when he spots you laying on your twin sized mattress listening to music with your eyes shut to bide the time until he gets back.

Be a man. Sam thinks to himself. Be a man. He watches you for a moment before getting dressed and laying down next to you with a sigh. Be a man. Be strong. She wont love you if you’re not tough. He scoots in behind you and softly kisses the back of your neck, laying his head next to yours. “Are you mad at me?” He places a hand on your hip, drawing your body closer to his.

When you realize that he’s back you pull of your headphones and toss them across the bed. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Um…” He mutters, trying to remember what bullshit you told him about taking a breath and saying what you feel. “I have the feeling you think less of me for what I did today…” He whispers his lips lingering on the nape of your neck.

“I don’t.” You murmur, one of your hands brushing against his hand, causing him to nuzzle in closer to you. “I just don’t wanna push you do do anything you might not want to do. Sometimes… people need time before they feel comfortable being affectionate.”

“I’m not a bitch. If I wanna kiss you and touch you, I’ll fucking do it.” He growls against your neck, shutting his eyes as he leans his head into your neck, enjoying the warmth radiating off of you, his hands slide under the hem of your shirt, cool hands warming up as he rests them on your midriff. You let out a quiet hiss at his hands before you whisper.

“I care about you, Sam.” You whisper, letting him rest against you and staying still as he continues to readjust his body feeling out of place and wrong no matter how he rests against her. As he keeps moving, his frustration starts to bubble. Why wasn’t he able to just get comfortable, they had been dating for over a year, they’ve done this enough times for it to make sense. “Sammy?” You ask quietly.

“Shut your trap! Can’t you see I’m trying to get comfortable?” He shouts before he moves away from you, facing the wall and resting his head in his hands.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Sam sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I needed the money, and that was the only way I could get it. But I feel dirty. I feel ashamed. Like I cant even look at you.” He grumbles, tears in his eyes. “I don't want you to hate me…”

“I don’t hate you.” You whisper, sitting up and crawling to his side, lifting his head to yours and kissing him gently. Instantly, he runs his fingers through your hair, hugging you to him. He closes his eyes, laying his head against your chest.

“I'll be better. I promise I won't do any of this anymore... I just-” He sniffles, wiping his tears. “I just needed money. I didn't want to do it.”

“I know.” You say calmly, rubbing his back. “Do you feel like… emasculated?”

He stays quiet and takes a breath, trying to contain his emotions. “Yeah. I feel emasculated. I feel humiliated, disgusted with myself, dirty. It's just- I just feel so bad about myself.”

You stay silent for a moment, but slowly, he starts to turn to you. “I want to... I want to feel powerful again. I want to not feel like this anymore. I want to be in control.” He murmurs, tugging you to him again, his hands sliding up your pajama shirt as he tugs you on his lap. “Please?” He groans, leaning up to nibble on your collarbone, kissing his way up to the spot right under your ear, kissing you softly.

“Okay.” You murmur, reaching down to rub his shoulders gently. His eyes light up once you agree and he slowly kisses his way down your neck, gently biting you. His hands hold on your waist, pulling you tighter to him before he tugs your shirt off, throwing it across the room.

“Did ‘ya know you taste really fucking sweet?” He whispers before he pulls you into a kiss, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth, hands grabbing at your waist. When he pulls away, you're both panting and he goes in again, biting at your lip and tongue, relishing in the way you jump and squeak. “You taste like mint and- uh… mint and”

“Coconut?” You offer, grinding your hips onto his, gasping as you feel his hardening member hit your thigh.

“Did I ask you?” Sam grunts as he tugs your hair back to kiss at your neck, sucking in hickeys across the base of your neck. “But yeah, coconut. Thanks babe.”

You beam with pride as he smiles, before he pulls you forward again and whispers in your ear. “You wanna make me feel in control? Wanna help me feel better? Get on your fucking knees and open your whore mouth.”

With a light push at your shoulders you get up and sit betweens Sam’s legs at the edge of your bed. You watch wordlessly as he unzips his pants, and stands to let his baggy shorts drop to his ankles. Once they pool on the ground, he sits and guides your head to him and you take a breath as you look at the sheer size of him, your mouth watering. You move on your own, your hands moving to give him a few quick strokes and watching as his eyes narrow at you and his chin juts out.

“What, you scared? Need me to hold your hand? Tell you how its done? We both know you’ve done this before, slut. I bet I’m not even in the first 20, probably not even the first 40.” He hisses at you, before you lean in and lick his tip, your eyes still looking up at him. Slowly, you start to slide him in your mouth and that earns you a groan, one of his hands, covered in a bunch of bracelets rushes to your head, gently rubbing your head as you ease him into your mouth.

You want to smile at him, but you focus on letting your mouth adjust, your nose resting against his trimmed pubes and the end of his cock hitting the back of your throat. No matter how mean he got with his words, his actions showed how he felt. He never rushed you, he wanted to make sure you were okay. And for a moment, you shut your eyes, letting him rub your scalp before you start to pull back, hollowing your cheeks as you find your rhythm.

“Fuck.” Sam groans, his head falling back as he lets out a breath, only for his breathing to pick up. His eyes screw shut as he continues to rub your hair gently. “Perfect. Keep going.” He says breathlessly, and you watch him through half-lidded eyes. You hum and his hand grabs your hair tightly as his hips roll into your mouth on their own, set into motion by feeling of the vibrations on his cock. You keep moving, picking up speed as you listen to Sam’s groans and pants, and when you feel him start to tense up, you pull him out of his mouth. As you start stroking him until he cums on your face in thick ropes, you smile as you listen to his drawn out moans and gasps for air, giggling to yourself as the warm fluid hits your face and bare chest. Sam’s head is thrown back and you can see he’s smiling up at the ceiling, coming down from his high.

Once he’s drained, he lifts your chin and taps two of his fingers against your lips, smirking once you take them in your mouth. “Make sure you get them wet enough. Don’t need my little slut crying about how I didn't stretch them enough.”

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thcfountain · 3 months

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Dating Nick Folio would include:

mdni. nsfw & fluff.

Fishing dates! sitting in a boat together in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about the weather or other small talk as you wait for the fish to bite.

Matching outfits for riding his motorcycle. He's very big on "dress for the slide, not the ride," but that doesn't mean you won't match.

He tries to teach you to ride a motorcycle too. Riding your own is safer than clinging to him from behind, even if he likes the feeling of you pressed up against him.

"I'd rather straddle and ride you," you say, halfway into the lesson and Nick immediately stops what he's doing.

Strong arms wrap around you, picking you up to carry you inside immediately. "I hope you mean that," he says as you giggle at the way he rushes you both into the house.

There's lots of laughter and fun in your relationship to the point where you two have had gigglefits together mid sex.

You pause, mid riding him, to laugh. "Did you just say my nipples were jigs?"

He laughs underneath you, hands on your hips, encouraging you to keep moving. "If I was a fish, your nipples would be the best lures to get me." It makes sense but at the same time, it doesn't.

You roll your hips under his encouraging hands but you can't help laughing and he laughs with you, realising that maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"Bang me like a drum," you moan as Nick thrusts into, hard and fast.

As your words register, his pace falters. "like a drum?" he can't help but laugh. "I'll smack your ass like a symbol later, baby, I promise," and you laugh too.

sometimes when you're ovulating, you get heavy baby fever and if you even mention it to Nick, he joins you in having it.

"I could build a crib," he tells you one day. You're snuggled up together on the couch, as close as can be, watching a movie. "And we can buy lots of cute little baby clothes," he adds.

Your heart skips a beat at the thought. "You're too busy," you remind him, even though it pains you to say it.

"You'd be so beautiful pregnant with my baby. I could kiss your tummy and talk to baby about music and fishing. I can't wait to buy them their first fishing pole!"

You guys drive the rest of the band crazy together. You prank band members or make weird noises at each other. If Nick starts singing, you always join in. If one of you makes a weird noise, the other will make a weirder one. You two can communicate solely in odd noises.

Getting matching tattoos. Ruffilo tries to keep you guys from doing it but he ends up giving in and agreeing to tattoo you both because he knows if he doesn't, you're just gonna go get each other's names tattooed and he hates that.

Doing silly couple trends with each other even if you never post them to social media.

Nick likes watching you masturbate and he will bring home toys that he wants to watch you try.

You close your eyes, moving your hips in time with the motorbunny you're currently riding. He'd been so excited when he brought it home for you to try and you had to admit how good it felt to ride.

Nick sits not far from you, eyes glued to your form as he slowly strokes his cock. "Louder, baby," he pleads, begging you to make more noise.

The grinder is strapped to his thigh, his hands are on your waist, helping you ride it. Every time you thrust against it, the ridges and bumbs that were specifically designed, rub against your clit, drawing out cries from you.

"Cum for me," he softly pleads, helping you pick up your pace and it doesn't take long for you to cum all over the toy, your hands grasp his shoulders, steadying yourself as you cry out.

Once you've regained your senses, you drop to your knees, taking his hard cock into your mouth in order to repay the favor.

He also likes it when you order him around.

You're the first person that he lets collar him too.

"You ready?" You ask, holding the lock and collar you two picked out together. It's a beautiful collar, made of a loose chain, and to the untrained eye it might look like some e-boy esq accessory.

"I'm ready, I'm yours and only yours," he promises and you put the collar on his neck, locking it into place. You'll wear the key on a necklace around your own neck.

Sometimes date night means dinosaur nuggets and beer, sometimes its fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, and sometimes date night means sitting in a boat together as you wait for the fish to bite.

Texting with him all the time when the band is on tour. Facetiming him whenever he can get a moment or two away.

"What did you have for dinner?" you ask, watching him move the phone so he can readjust to a more comfortable position in his bunk. "Don't say sleep."

He laughs but there's love in his gaze at the fact that you take his wellbeing so seriously. "We found a pizza place," he tells you. "Noah ate his weight in pizza and now Jolly is tutting about how he warned Noah he'd get a tummy ache." You both laugh a little and then there's a quiet pause. "I miss you," he says quietly.

"I miss you too. I love you."

being treated like a younger sibling by the band. You and Noah are practically bffs with the most brother/sister relationship ever.

You run and leap onto Noah, clinging to his back from behind. "I'm gonna take you down," you threaten, while Nick cheers you on. "You can't beat me in a wrestling match."

But Noah is all muscle now so he just laughs. "This isn't even wrestling, you're just koala clinging to me."

You look back at Nick and he immediately gets the point, rushing over and helping you get Noah onto the floor. The two of you pin Noah down together.

"That's fucking cheating!" He declares as you and Nick laugh.

"Why are you guys recreating the scene where Merry and Pip tackle Boromir?" Asks Matt as he walks into the room.

You and Nick look at each other for a second and then rush Matt, knocking him down next.

"We're the undefeated wrestling champs!"

Going on cross-country road trips together on motorcycles. Which means staying in shoddy motels, eating at random diners, and making memories you'll never forget.

He pulls over to the side of the road and you follow, wondering if something is wrong. It's night time and the road is practically deserted in this in the middle of nowhere town that you're passing through.

It turns out nothing is wrong, he just wants a moment to stand at look at the stars together. Brightly splattered across the blue-black sky, the moon shining down on you both. You take your helmets off and kiss under the stars.

Lots of kisses! Nick loves kisses from you and he loves giving them. Sometimes you guys just sit and makeout. His kisses are the best.

#nick folio #nick folio imagine #nick folio smut

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uglypastels · 10 months

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Not Wholly Evil |VII| pirate!Eddie au

a/n - ok, so first of all, i cannot thank everyone enough for the support on this fic. i am just in awe at the love its been getting recently. so i think it times out perfectly that this chapter is the one i have been the most excited to write and had been waiting to write since probably chapter 3 or something. I really hope you like it. Be sure to reblog and/or comment (and remember asks are also always welcome!)💗

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"semi dark fic" - READ the warnings:. (gun/sword)violence. blood. mention of severe wounds. minor character death. allusions to suicide. kidnapping. imprisonment. alcohol. open and deep sea. near death experiences in water. pirates are pigs: mentions of non-con, but it does not actually occur. malnourishment and weight loss. paranoia. mention of poisoning. abuse. manhandling. lying.

Chapter 7: Four Corners of Heaven

“The heart of man is very much like the sea; it has its storms, it has its tides, and in its depths it has its pearls too."

- Vincent van Gogh

The ship swayed from side to side, taking you along with it, stumbling from one leg onto the other as you struggled to find your balance. Wardrobe doors flung open, banging against their hinges. Papers flew all over the ground as the desk shifted from its secured position.

A banging noise sank deep into you, pulling you back to the Red Tail. The panic lasted until you realised you heard waves crashing against the window. How tall would they have to be to reach the glass? How strong to be able to open the hinges?

It smashed against the wall, nearly cracking, but the damage was still done as water spilt inside with vicious attacks. Cursing, you made your way over, trying to close it before the entire floor would be under water. The spurts hit you in your face, shoving it down your throat. The icy feeling froze your skin as the heavy salt taste burned your tongue. By the time you closed the window, you had been drenched. You heaved for air, bend over with your arms on your knees.

There was shouting outside the room. Incoherent behind the wood and rain layers, but the sense of emergency remained.

You let yourself fall to the ground, back against the wall. All the commotion was now accompanied by your heartbeat drumming in your ears. When you calmed down, you realised you had still been holding the letter, scrunched into a wet roll between your fist, the water dripping off it came down in dark grey tears. Quickly, you dropped it into one of the desk's drawers and shut it.

The ship also began to halt its tilt, regaining its composure, and so slowly, your anxiety faded. It allowed you to think; look around. Two longswords were hanging up on the wall, so you grabbed one and did your best to block the mechanics that opened the window. It should hold the water for some time, but you could only hope. You ignored the metal's clanking sound against the glass as the force pushed against it.

As more shouting erupted from outside, the smaller the room felt. Suddenly you were back on the Red Tail, under the desk, hiding from these men. That was how it had all started, wasn’t it? They hid you away to keep you safe… and yet. The walls closed in on you. The water seemed to rise, but only in your mind, drowning in helplessness.

If something did happen to this ship, you thought you would die either way, and you might not know many things, but one thing was certain: you would not die in Munson’s cabin.

When you walked out of the room the past days, you were greeted with plush warm air, as if you had fallen gently atop a pillow. Now, it was more like a hard fall. The wind slapped your entire body, and the harsh rain cut at your cheeks. Each step felt as if you had been anchored to the ground.

All around you was chaos. Water was everywhere. Rain poured harshly, a million icy bullets coming down your skin, soaking through your clothes. The waves reached a height as you had never seen, coming in closer by the second, threatening to spill over the railings. Some already did, drowning the wooden panelling of the deck, leaving nothing untouched as barrels rolled around. Crew members ran behind them, with meters of ropes, hoping to steady the load, but it was in poor attempts when their feet could barely remain steady. Munson threw around commands, but in these circumstances, his beloved ship had a mind of her own, and it was protesting her captain.

The rest, in the meantime, did their best to keep up with what the captain had to say. Pulling the sails, ensuring a hold on all the loose cargo on the deck from slipping away. With buckets, they threw out water that splashed onto the ship, but with each wave, the amount only doubled. The men stumbled over themselves, knocking eachother over as the boat swayed immensely.

You heard your name being called from the side and saw Harrington at the helm. Seeing him in the rain, you could not help but think of a dog. How the animals shrink in size when met with water, shaking and whimpering, just wanting to escape the cold. All of them, in fact, everyone around you, reminded you of it. They were all simply fighting for their life against the elements.

Harrington looked at you sternly, and you could tell what he was saying with his expression alone. Go inside. But you stared blankly back, with no intention of listening.

That is when the wind picked up, pushing the ship off course. The helm began spinning in circles, and Harrington held onto its spurs for dear life, turning it back with all his remaining power. You could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. His grip kept slipping. He cursed loudly, but there was no one there to help. No one except you. It took you one quick glance to realise it, and once that occurred, you immediately stepped up to him and pulled at the spurs.

Harrington looked taken aback, for a second forgetting the task at hand, and that one second had been enough for him to fall back a few steps and the helm to begin to unfold again, resulting in another loud curse.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Helping you!’ you called out; both of you were sputtering as the water of both sea and sky engulfed you.

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ He yelled out moments before another wave hit the vessel's side, and he got knocked off his feet. For a brief moment, until he had regained his stance, you were the only one holding the helm. The weight of the entire ship fell upon you for those brief seconds, which was overwhelming. It was too much, too heavy. You couldn’t carry on on your own.

Harrington coughed out as he regained a grip on the wheel. He glanced at you with another expression of displeasure at your presence, but there was no longer time for him to argue. You could barely hold the wheel together. Your feet were slipping on the wet floor.

‘Pull!’ he shouted almost directly into your ear, but he could have been miles away with the thunder roaring over your heads.

‘I am!’ you shouted right back, but clearly, it was not enough.

‘Pull harder than!’

I can’t, you wanted to shout back, but that would have been worthless. You were putting in every inch of power you had left in this, yet it would still take much more for the ship to cooperate. By the time you released the helm with certainty, your arms were burning with exhaustion, and your skin was numb from the thousands of pinpricks of the harsh downpour.

Not that this mattered much. The rest of the ship was still in turmoil. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought a mist had set in from how dense the water came down, covering everything in a grey mass. The wind blew you back three steps for each that you attempted to make.

You were both breathing heavily, which was hard as it was combined with trying not to swallow the loads of water that came down upon you with each breath you took. Was there even air to breathe at this point? Or had you already sunk into the ocean? Everything felt on top of its head, spinning around. You barely heard what Harrington said as you pulled yourself out of the nausea.

‘What?’ you asked, shouting everything out to come out above the noise.

‘I’m sorry,’ he repeated. Now, what was he apologising for? And why now, as the storm was only growing stronger, it seemed. The two of you still stood side by side at the helm, holding it tightly, but now more for your own sake, anchoring yourself from the wind. Across the ship, you saw the rest of the crew battling with the weather. Munson had stopped shouting out commands and was part of a group trying to keep the mizzenmast up. He had discarded his jacket somewhere along the way, leaving him to let the water soak into his shirt, which stuck to him meticulously.

‘That are you apologising for,’ you turned quickly to Harrington. Facing his direction only caused the rain to directly attack your face.

‘For listening to him,’ he shouted. As the storm raged on, you doubted anyone could hear the two of you anymore, no matter how loud you spoke. ‘I thought I was doing what was best for everyone, it was stupid.’

‘But why—why did he tell you to do that?’

To your surprise, Harrington laughed. ‘I’ve realised long ago it is better not to understand how his mind works.’

You wanted to reply that, no, you did want to understand exactly how his mind worked because it was making you insane when suddenly, a crash sounded over the vessel. All heads turned to starboard, where something must have just crashed bast the railing beams. A large whole gaped at the rest of you; a crate had already fallen out, but it was the least of your worries as you saw an arm hanging on for dear life from one of the broken wood beams.

Munson was the first person to reach the crewman in peril. He reached for him just in time as the man’s grip slipped off the wood. The captain lay flat on his stomach across the deck. Some more men reached him and tried to pull him in, but the ship shifted again on the waves; nothing was in their favour.

‘Harrington!’ the captain yelled, but when his voice reached you, it was less than a murmur against the wind. ‘HARRINGTON!’ He looked over toward the helm, and that is when he noticed you.

You didn’t give him the same amount of attention, for you had a better view of everything around. You could see the stack of men that had now gathered at the broken ship’s side, pulling their mate back to safety, but you also saw the barrel that was lopsiding, threatening to fall over with each hit of the waves. They must have missed it when securing everything in haste. From its position, it seemed that if it would topple over, the barrel would roll directly into the panicked rescue operation.

Harrington, who had been trying to steer the ship as best as he could in the circumstances, must have seen it too, as you had only taken a step to the side, and he had already grabbed your arm.

‘Let go off me, or I will give you another black eye!’ You threatened.

‘Have you gone mad!’ He shouted over the yelling below you.

‘Yes!’ You couldn’t help but smile and possibly not even far from any truth. The last few weeks were maddening in every possible way. Whatever had or would have happened, there was no denying that you had changed, and the most evident proof was right there as you ran down the stairs in an attempt to save the men that you had thought would lead you to your death. Just as you thought you had reached it in time, the barrel tipped over entirely, hitting the ground and immediately started to roll. It rolled in your direction, the only obstruction in its way.

Without thinking, you let yourself crush against it, shoulder to wood. The pain was intense but passed quickly, and though you had let your feet slip and there was nothing to mask the fall, you had still managed to stop the large piece of refuse from hurting the others.

You could see them pulling the fallen crewmate back onto the deck when you got up. Shuffling through your memories of what you had encountered and heard the past few days, his name didn’t come up, and yet you felt a huge relief fall off you.

‘You’re welcome!’ you said, tired and feeling heavy.

Someone helped Munson get up. His hair was stuck all over his face, but when he brushed it aside, you saw his face—full of anger. He stormed over to you or tried to, considering how the ship had thrown him off-balance.

‘What should I be thanking you for?’ He spat out, primarily due to all the rain that had soaked into him.

‘For saving your life!’ You had not expected him to be thankful, that was not who Munson was, but you had not imagined him to be angry. Yet, his eyes were rageful, his jaw tense as he looked at you silently and turned to his men to yell out:

‘Someone secure that damn wall.’

Aye. There were already three men on it, trying to block the wrecked piece of the ship. Any proper reparations would have to wait until the storm had run its course. There was no way for them to sit there with the waves splashing into their faces at such speed and force and nowhere to stand without a risk of falling.

The captain turned back to you. ‘I told you to stay inside.’

‘If I had, you would have been in the water now!’ You shouted back, ‘clearly, you need as many hands on deck as possible.’

‘Not yours.’ He wiped his face off from the rain, but it poured over him with even more strength. ‘Go back to my quarters. Now.’

‘No.’ You stood your ground, pushing back against Munson’s and the wind’s will. You would not let yourself be stowed away. He could not take this away from you. He could not take you away. You wouldn’t let him. Not again.

‘That is an order.’ He snapped.

‘I do not take orders from you.' You may not have been much help, but you had already kept Harrington from losing complete control over the helm and practically saved the captain from falling into the ocean's depths. Still, it was not enough to convince the captain, as his reply was clear and straightforward, despite all the noise that muffled your voices from eachother.

‘You’ll die out here!’ A wave pushed you forward, stumbling into his chest. He held you up by your wrist before you both fell.

‘So will you!’ You looked him in the eyes, pleading. Unsure for what. Something. Anything.

For a moment, you thought you had won him over, but then he looked around, shouting out names of his crewmen, anyone who could hear him or get close enough to you. But they were all too occupied. Finally, one of the coopers, who was already tying up the barrel you had so swiftly taken care of with the rest of the cargo, ran up at the sound of his name.

‘Take care of her before I do,’ Munson told him. The boy—as he seemed younger than most men on this ship—nodded, but you saw in his face he had nothing over you. Before he could reach for you, you pushed past him towards the captain.

‘I’m not leaving you.’ Perhaps that were not the words you had meant to say. Maybe you simply wanted to say that you were not about to leave this deck, but those were the words to come out of your mouth.

As a response, he asked the same question that crossed your mind as soon as those words had left your mouth. ‘Why?’

‘Because–’ but before you could answer, a pair of arms grabbed you and pulled you away. You screamed out, demanding to be let go, but it was all washed out in the storm. It couldn’t have been the boyish cooper that had taken you; his hold was too firm and strong. Whoever they were, they dragged you back toward the cabin on the captain's orders, towards alleged safety. What would happen if they opened the door to reveal a waterfall streaming past their feet because those bloody windows broke open once more? What then?

But you felt a pinch of pride in your heart because you knew that some days ago, you would not have dared to stand up to the captain with such defiance. You certainly would not have dared to kick and scratch at the man holding you until he let you go. You would have been shoved into that room and locked away, and maybe it would have been for the better because just moments after you freed yourself, you locked eyes with Munson. He was ready to speak, yell, and so were you, but all of that was washed out by a wave. One larger than you had ever seen before. It towered over the ship, dampening everything in its shadow. And then it crashed down. You had just about managed to take one final breath and heard a scream of your name.

There was a push, and something hit your head, or was it your head that hit something. Either way—

Everything went black.

That must be what death feels like. Floating, weightlessly numb. There is darkness, and then there is light. It grows and grows, overcoming the chasm and suddenly, all the pain from before is gone.

It is disorienting at first as you try to understand where you are. It all feels familiar and yet impossible at the same time. You do not know how you got there but know the way perfectly well. You remember it all exactly—that day—like no time had ever passed. It must have been years ago. Long before the wreckage and the fire and the storm and chaos. Long before him. And yet…

As you come to, but not exactly, you hear the mewing of seagulls. A flock hovers over your head. The sun shines brightly. As you move your hand, blades of grass tickle your fingertips and that smell… the sweet scent of summer.

There’s a weight on your stomach. A book. You had been reading it for hours under the tree. The large lime tree in the garden, but to call it a garden is an understatement. The branches rock gently in the breeze, shaking their leaves in a greeting.

You sit up, letting your back rest against the tree bark. In the distance are voices, children playing, merchants selling their produce, and animals roaming freely over the streets like any other day.

Then you hear it.

‘Gentlemen, I think we have an agreement then,’ your father says as he emerges from a corridor. You want to jump into his arms, tears already welling up in the corner of your eyes, but that is not how that day had gone.

Besides, he has company.

‘Yes, sir,’ a second man replies. ‘The troops are all ready to go.’

‘Brilliant,’ your father says. None of them have realised that you were sat there yet, able to hear every word they said. If they had, they would have sent you away. Not because any of their matters are private or a secret, it is just some light conversation between commanders. They would have sent you away because you, as a lady, have no reason to be bothered by such topics.

You dare to peek a glance at the men accompanying your father. Like all the others before, they must be some kind of officer; their appearance told you as much. You had seen plenty of these types of men. Your father often invited those who harboured their ships in town. No matter where they were from. Although, they seemed to be wearing similar colours to what the soldiers around your house wore.

You didn’t know either of the two men’s names that day. Why would you? It was the first time you had seen them in a lifetime full of new faces. And it would be several years until you would see them again. Years that would barely change admiral Carver’s appearance. He had maintained his boyish young looks until the day he died.

By now, you knew you had fallen deep into a dream, but how much of it was fantasy? It felt like a memory, but why were you haunted by demons? Maybe it was your brain filling in gaps, playing tricks on you, covering up a face you had entirely erased from your memory by one you could never forget. That did not seem right, however. The pieces fell too perfectly into place. Just not in any way, you had expected them to.

It was a trick. It must be. That was, could, not him, after all. His hair was neatly tied back and much shorter, to begin with. Though mostly covered with the shadow of his brimmed hat, his face was fuller, happier, and clean-shaven. His fingers were clean, and light without the weight of those large silver rings, and his clothes were the pristine uniform of the navy, which could not possibly hide a lifetime of scars and tattoos underneath them. It simply could not be.

And yet, when he catches your eye, that same pair of warm brown eyes catch you off guard. He smiles your way, tipping his hat, saying ‘ma’am’ with a smile before catching up to the rest of his entourage.

You awoke in a sheen of cold sweat, but it might have been the storm's remnants. The gentle feeling of grass blades against your fingers was exchanged into a harch grip on the bedsheets you lay upon. The only thing you could hear was your breathing, but behind that was the tap-tap-tapping of rain against the window. That’s where he stood, leaning against the glass by his side, arms crossed as he looked at you. No expression that you could make out in any sense, not because of the lack thereof, but because the emotions came in abundance.

‘What happened?’ Speaking felt like you had inhaled a bucket of sand instead of water; your throat had wholly dried out.

‘What do you remember?’ the captain walked over to the bed with a cup of water to hand you, which you took with a shaky hand.

‘Everything… I think.’ One sip had been enough to heal your drought. ‘There was a storm and a wave—’

‘Nearly washed us out,’ Munson filled in the gaps. His voice was steady, emotionless. Somehow, that felt worse than if he had been angry. He was holding back on you. ‘You hit your head and been asleep—we assumed you were sleeping—for six hours. More or less.’ But the longer he kept on talking, the more of a shake you felt in him. How he was holding back the rage that had exploded out of the both of you during the storm.

He continued talking. ‘We should be arriving at the harbour of Saint Claire shortly.’

‘I don’t understand,’ you let your fingers ghost over your forehead, which was wrapped in bandages, and a flash of pain blinded you momentarily.

‘It’s a small island, not far off course. Safer for the night than the waters.’ The storm had calmed down but had not found its rest just yet.

‘No, I don’t mean that,’ you said, standing up.

‘Don’t get up,’ He tried to push you back but decided against making contact, which you took as an opportunity to defy his wishes.

‘Do not tell me what to do, Munson.’ You were tired of it, and his constant commands made you sick…. Or was it the dizziness you felt as you got up too fast? Munson caught you just in time before you would hit your head again. Only then you realised that his shirt was still wet. It stuck to you like it stuck to him. His hair was a mess too. He must have come out of the rain moments ago.

He set you back up on your feet just to bring you back onto the bed. Once your head stopped spinning, you weakly asked: ‘Is everyone okay?’

‘You seem to have gotten the worst of it.’

‘Of course,’ you laughed at your own fortune. ‘Look,’ you made a second attempt to get up, hitting the last of the captain’s nerves.

‘Why won’t you ever listen?’ He grunted as he held you up.

‘Because I don’t want to.’ You swatted away his hands, letting go of him entirely. ‘Will you stop that!’

‘Stop what?’

‘Pretending like you give a damn about me while we both know that I am not worth a dime of your time..’

He sighed, pivoting your tangent.

‘No, sorry, you have your bounty to look forward to, of course, but don’t worry, I will personally write a letter to my father to tell him to just give you all his money, no matter in what state I return home if you will just leave me alone!’

‘Will you please stop yelling.’ He had his head rolled back, looking up at the ceiling. His fists clenched, and he walked around the room to calm down.

‘No! I am tired of this. All of this. I am tired of being treated like vermin.’

‘Vermin?’ He scoffed this time, turning his head to you in disbelief. ‘I’ve given you my clothes, my bed and two perfectly fine meals every day, and that’s what you think this is?’

‘Yes, and I’m very thankful for that, just as I am for being locked in a cage for days and now—what, you’re isolating me from your entire crew like I have the pest?’

‘I did no such thing!’ He was quick to defend himself from the accusation.

‘So, just Harrington then? Do not lie to me, Munson; I saw how he avoided me the whole time, then tried to not sound as if you had not commanded him to not speak to me.’

‘It was his own will that followed that order. I gave him a choice.’

‘What was it, listen or die?’ That sounded about right for you.

‘We do not kill on this ship,’ he said sternly, seriously, almost more severe than you had ever heard him speak.

‘Only on every other ship?’ With a snap, the window burst open again, letting in the whistling wind and the last drops of rain into the room, but it went unnoticed by the two of you as all the focus lay in the vicious words you threw back and forth.

‘Only those who deserve it. Yes.’ His face was set in anger, and you backed away, not because of his appearance but what he had admitted to.

‘What did my men deserve? They were innocent!’’ Everyone on the ship must have heard you if they had not already been listening to the rest of the conversation.

‘Of course, we’re all just innocent men, aren’t we?’ He regained his need for theatrics as he spread his arms invitingly, laughing hysterically. ‘Everyone except for me, that is. I am the big scary monster at the bottom of the sea that you should fear. That’s what I am, right, darling? I’m the monster.’ He also began to get louder with each word, his words slurred with exhaustion. That is when you noticed the bottle on the edge of the desk. The rest of the room lay in disarray, but the bottle stood pristinely on the corner of the oaken desktop, uncorked without anything spilt it, but nonetheless half empty.

‘Are you drunk?’ You reached for the bottle.

‘You wish, princess.’ He laughed. ‘Then maybe I wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow. But please, be my guest, drink–’ he pointed at the bottle you were holding, ‘eat, take my clothes, my bed, men, maybe go through all of my belongings once more, read my personal correspondence like its a bloody periodical. Jump of the ship if you please. I do not care.’ He threw his arms up, and something in you tightened. Of course, he knew about you, having read the letter. But should you feel guilty about it now? When he just admitted to targeting your friends? So many things were going through your head, and words you wanted to say to him, but only one question truly encapsulated it all.

‘What is your problem?’

‘You.’ He pointed sternly, so there was no confusion on the matter, ‘You are my problem. Have been since the very first day.’

‘Well, if only there had been a solution to that,’ you threw your arms up in faux-surrender, ‘Like maybe, not kidnapping me, or you could have left me to die on my ship or, even better, not ambushing my ship!’

‘You were never meant to be on that ship!’ He yelled out, letting out all his frustrations while all of yours disintegrated at that moment, too, as you let his words go through you. The next word you spoke was too overcrowded by confusion to be heard from a distance.

‘What?’

‘You know you weren’t supposed to be there.’ He blinked, and something in him cracked. A part of him you had never seen before that had come out by mistake and was now vulnerable against everything. ‘It was supposed to be them—him—’

‘How do you know that?’

‘Because I know them. You speak of what a monster I am, but I know what kind of monsters they are and what they do, and I know you’re not one of them.’

‘You don’t know anything about me!’ You gritted your teeth as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. With each sentence spoken between you, unbeknownst to either, utterly subconsciously, you had both pulled at an invisible string. Pulling each other closer and closer until there was nowhere left to pull; the knot tied you down. Inseparable.

Munson looked down at you, the angles of his features suddenly softer, eyes flickering over all the corners of your face. ‘Well, what do you know about me?’

If he had asked you this any other day, any other minute, even if it had been ten seconds before, you would have been able to answer him directly with no hesitation. But, unfortunately, he had asked it right at this moment, as you stood only inches apart. Breathing the same air in and out. Everything around you dampened. It was just you and him. No sound, no light, no touch. Time sped up and slowed down at the same time. You could have stood there for an hour or a second, which would not have mattered.

You were still fighting to find the words when he touched your cheek and pulled you in. His lips practically crashed into yours with the force of a burning sun, and that is what must have burst inside you as he did. All thoughts fizzled away from your mind to the point that the only thing you could think of was his body on yours. The touch between the two of you. His lips on yours, hand on cheek, chest to chest.

But as smoothly as those thoughts had dissolved, as quickly they rematerialised when he pulled away. And with the moment of clarity, you let your body speak for itself as now your hand met his cheek.

Harshly.

The impact ghosted your palm as the red mark across his jawline began to form. Following your hand’s movement, he turned his face away but slowly came back to you, and nothing had changed about him. You could not read anything of him. He was a closed book. A tall wall between two cursed lands.

But that is when you realised that something had changed in you. Deep within.

A fracture.

It must have been there for ages, shattering away small pieces here and there as time passed. Each day, no matter how hard you tried to keep them under control, the cracks would grow and grow, ready to burst out whatever it was hiding on the other side. This thing that was hungry for something. Something you had never known you wanted, even needed, but now could not live another second without. As your chest still rose with anger, and the final crack formed, breaking the foundations apart, you leaned in and let your lips meet his for a second time. Without letting another second go to waste, he grabbed you tightly and pulled you in, closing any possible gaps. Bursting through the walls.

Like a cannon,

straight through the heart.

The damage was done.

Chapter 8

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