#cons of living in a city that's your friends hometown

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strawberry shortcake (rafe cameron x reader)

got sent home to change 'cause my skirt is too short.

WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, non!con, dub!con, spanking, use of belt, victim-blaming, manipulation, degradation, explicit language, depiction of explicit sexual acts

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you and rafe were…complicated. you’d known him just as long as you’ve known his sister, and yet, you’d never had a particularly great relationship.

your father worked closely with the cameron family. he and ward met each other in college, but went their separate ways after graduation. ward returned to the outer banks after a few years of living on the mainland, slowly making a name for himself as a real estate developer. your own parents moved back to charlotte after graduating, meeting at school and getting married in their hometown. raised in the city, all of your family was there, and all your friends were there. 

one fated day, your parents decided that your entire family was going to pack up and move to the outer banks. you were eight years old at the time, so of course it felt like your entire life was falling apart. everything you ever knew was going to be miles and miles away just because your parents said so. 

it felt so sudden, so unexpected. as far as you were aware, there was no one you knew in the outer banks. your family had a beach house there that you would visit every other summer, but that was all. to you, they might as well have said that you were moving to a deserted island with zero human interaction.

the moment you arrived the summer before you started third grade, it was a complete culture shock. you were used to living in the city; busy streets, skyscrapers that kissed the clouds and lit up with the colors of the rainbow, and so many people that you’d never see them more than twice. kildare was the complete opposite. you could drive across the entire town and back in under two hours and the tallest building in town was a church. everybody knew everybody, and every person had their place.

you only found that after your parents were pulled over by a police officer while driving around figure-eight. it wasn’t too often people that looked like you drove around the “nice” side of town in a shiny, new car. not that they’d never seen it, but they knew all the people that did, and nobody in your family was one of them. you couldn’t count the number of times someone had asked if you were lost or ‘supposed to be here’ when playing around your front yard, taking a walk, or existing in any public place on figure-eight.

your parents allowed you a week to adjust before they threw you into the merciless waters of small town social politics. 

the first time you were properly introduced to the cameron family was during sunday service. you didn’t grow up going to church despite being from the bible belt, mostly because big city life didn’t revolve around it as much as it did in kildare. your parents forced you out of bed early in the morning to get ready, your mother all but stuffing you into the best sunday dress you owned. like any eight-year-old, you complained about it. you hated blue, but your parents insisted on all of your outfits being color-coordinated. the mary janes and frilly socks made you feel like a little kid, but your mom wouldn’t budge on it.

begrudgingly, you sat through an hour long sermon in a church filled with flamboyantly dressed rich people. and then you sat through another hour of brunch with the camerons and their friends, even more annoyed than you were sitting through service in the hot, old chapel.

ward and your father had kept in contact over the years, and it was a couple years before the move that the two of them became business partners. your dad became the cameron family’s lawyer, and it was easier to actually be in the same place as them rather than hundreds of miles away. your mother didn’t mind the move; in fact, she was excited. she worked as an oncologist back home, and the lack of them on the island meant there was great demand for her work.

it was there where you met sarah cameron, the girl that became your friend at first sight. she was younger than you, but at that age it really made no difference. the little blonde girl was excited to meet someone new and declared that you two would be ‘best friends forever just like your dads. though it took some warming up on your part, ever since that day, the pair of you have been attached by the hip.

rafe, however, not so much. 

“hey, sarah?” you called out to the girl standing across from you, her surprised eyes wide as they snapped towards yours after being pulled out of the conversation with her boyfriend. 

“yeah?”

“could you tell your brother to fuck off?” a smile lit up your face as the question slipped from your gloss-covered lips. “please?”

you had come over to sarah’s house a few hours ago, the girl inviting you to attend a large party that her parents planned every summer for the fourth of july. at first, you weren’t too keen on coming, but the two of you hadn’t spent much time together this summer and you felt too guilty to turn her down. this was the summer before you left her for nine months to attend college, and  even though you didn’t want to come, you did it to make her happy.

the moment you stepped foot onto the property, rafe buzzed around your ear like a common house fly with comment after comment on your appearance. 

“what’s the matter, princess?” rafe speaks up from his spot just a few feet away. his head quirks to the side, a look of faux-concern covering his face. “stick up your ass a little too big today?”

topper and kelce chuckle at the comment, attempting to hide the sound by clearing their throats when they catch the dangerous cut of your eyes. your gaze meet rafe’s again and you watch as he raises the whiteclaw to his lips, the white can covering the smirk on his face as he takes a sip.

when you first met rafe, he was nice enough–very cordial. the boy was only older than you by a a year, but he acted as if the difference was so significant that he couldn’t be seen around you. he wasn’t necessarily shy, but every boy that age was concerned with catching cooties. it was impossible to keep his distance, though, especially since your dads worked together and you were constantly over their house. you and rafe maintained a somewhat friendly relationship with each other for years–never getting as close as you and sarah, but it was amiable. 

that all changed when you got to the eighth grade.

the older boy had started his first year of high school, while you and sarah were still in middle school together. 

the difference in maturity was beginning to have an affect on your relationship with both of them. you were turning fourteen and sarah was turning twelve; it felt like you were in totally different worlds. she was starting to become more of a little sister to you than a friend, but you loved her no less than before.

rafe was only fifteen, but he was in high school now. he hung out with guys older than him, and that meant doing whatever to impress them. he had completely brushed you off as a ‘little girl,’ and acted like you were a burden to have around if you were at tannyhill while his friends were there. 

it hurt you at first. you knew the two of you weren’t close, but to be completely disregarded for people he barely knew didn’t make you feel great about yourself. 

you were naive to believe it’d be any other way.

when it was your turn to enter high school, you felt alone. sarah was still in middle school, and rafe treated you like dirt on the bottom of his shoe. it was like you had to start all over now that you didn’t have either of them to cling onto. it wasn’t hard for you to make friends, but you still felt alone without your best friend–and betrayed by her brother.

“rafe, stop! you’re being an ass.” sarah shoves her brother, eyebrows furrowed as she scolds her older silbing.

“what? it’s a joke, chill out.” rafe barely stumbles from the shove. his eyes remain on you, not even sparing his sister more than a second of a glance. “she can take a joke. right, y/n?”

“of course i can take a joke, rafe!” you tilted your head in the same manner as he did just a few moments ago. “remember that time you asked me out senior year? that was really funny.” 

a smile grazed your lips softly as you watched him freeze in place for the briefest second before regaining composure. both his friends and sarah snorted at the quip, catching onto the implication. nobody noticed the look shared between you and the oldest cameron, nor the rise in tension.

it was the summer before your junior year and rafe’s senior–two weeks before midsummers, to be exact. rafe hadn’t let up on what was the borderline bullying he’d been subjecting you to since you started high school; in fact, it had only increased that summer. you were at the cameron’s house almost everyday with sarah, and her brother didn’t spare you a moment of peace when you happened to come across each other on the property–or off of it.

rafe spotted you alone by the dock, tossing rocks into the water as you stared into the dimming light of the july sky. you knew it was him approaching because his feet were heavy against the twigs lining the ground, not light and nimble like sarah’s. 

“y/n,” he called out from behind you, towering presence warm at your back. he sounded nervous, which struck you as odd. when he spoke to you, his voice carried the weight of condescension or irritation–never the champagne bubbles of anxiety. it was obvious he was trying to disguise it, but you knew him too well for it to work. “can we talk?” 

you responded with a disinterested hum, throwing the last rock into the water before turning to face him. you expected him to say something stupid, the sole purpose of him catching you there alone to bother you until you went back to your own house.

what you were not expecting, however, was for him to confess his feelings–feelings for you. you could hear your ears ringing when he asked if you would go with him to midsummers, brain sparking up with disbelief and agitation at the sound of the words leaving his mouth.

there were no second thoughts when he was met with firm rejection. 

you weren’t sure why it caught him by surprise considering he’d been treating you like shit for three years, but he acted as if you shot him at point blank. though you never told anyone, you had a crush on him at one point as well. it began to feel more like hopeless pining after he began to treat you like an incessant fruit fly, which is why you got over it–for the most part, at least.

that’s when the mistreatment from him became a feud on both ends. you felt justified in your feelings towards him, and rafe having the audacity to be mad at you for turning him down only fueled the fire. 

the oldest cameron sibling had his own issues, ones that made him quick to anger towards everything and everyone for no reason, especially you.

“you think you’re funny, huh?” the blonde looks displeased by his friends’ reactions, jaw clenching in annoyance. he could dish it, but he couldn’t take it.

“as if you know what that is.” you raised your brows at him, a smile still covering your face. you reached out a hand towards him, palm landing gently on his broad chest in a false gesture of comfort. “its okay, rafey, not everyone is made for being funny. stick to being useless, okay? you’re amazing at that!”

shoving past the blonde, you walked in the direction of the house after telling sarah you were going to sit inside for a moment to hide from the heat. the coastal carolina humidity was taking a toll on you, and rafe’s presence was only adding to the irritation. 

you took your time walking around the house, the massive interior surrounding you on all sides. the sound of your shoes softly tapping against the ground was the only sound filling the air, the commotion of the party outside left behind the further you ventured. your feet carried you up the grand staircase gracefully, hips swaying with each step until you reached the top.

the mansion was not unfamiliar. you and sarah had run these halls together countless times over the years, no room left unexplored by the two of you–including rafe’s. 

out of curiosity, your eyes drifted in the direction of the boy’s bedroom. the door had been left wide open for anyone to walk in, and there was an invisible force pushing you to enter. it’s been years since you’ve explored it, the last time resulting in being caught by its inhabitant. memories of you and sarah snooping around his drawers flashed through your mind, rafe coming in and cursing the two of you with colorful words you’d never heard in-person before.

this time, rafe wasn’t here to stop you. he was far too occupied outside with his friends to interrupt your impulsive decision to explore his room once more.

you shuffled towards the open door of his room, head peeking into the empty space before stepping inside. the room hadn’t changed much from the last time you saw it; it was still reminiscent of a teenage boy, just much cleaner. your feet softly padded across the floor to the window on the opposite side, staring out of the window at the crowd below. 

the music was just barely audible through the thick glass, the little ants of people wandering around with cups in hand as they interacted with each other. eyes scanning the crowd, your brows furrowed together in confusion. kelce, sarah, and topper were right where you left them, but rafe was nowhere to be found the longer you searched over the attendees.

“maybe he left…” you said to yourself, shoulders raising in a weak shrugging motion.

“who?”

you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the voice appearing in the background so suddenly, a scream bubbling in your throat before you turned around to meet it’s owner. the sight of rafe cameron standing in the doorway barely did anything to calm your nerves, his stern face and crossed arms only making you anxious.

“y’know–i could’ve sworn i told you to stay out of my room?” his blue eyes bored into yours, gaze unrelenting and intense as they awaited an answer for your presence. 

“what are you doing in here?” you were tempted to pinch yourself as the question slipped from between your lips. 

“this is my room,” he said pointedly. “what are you doing in here?”

you shrugged again, the nervousness that filled you moments ago dissipating the longer you faced him. the worst thing he could do is tell you to get out, there was no reason to feel anxious about his appearance. you pushed yourself off the window frame you were resting against to walk towards the door, ready to make your exit now that you’ve been caught.

“not going through your shit, if that’s what you’re worried about. i was bored–now i’m leaving.” you were at the halfway point of his room, eyes rolling nonchalantly as you brushed him off. “what are you doing?”

rafe entered the room fully, a look of mischief shining brightly from behind his eyes as your own flickered to the door that shut behind him with a soft ‘thud’. you could feel your brows pinch together ever so slightly at the sight before you met his face again.

you didn’t flinch when he began to approach you with slow, rhythmic steps. his legs were long and he could have easily made it to you in just a few but he deliberately took his time walking in your direction, each soft noise of his shoe hitting the ground spaced a second apart. 

“what for? not like you have anywhere to be,” his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his shorts and his head tilted to the side in a feigned curiosity that was clearly heard through his voice. “actually–i think we need to talk…”

the blonde stopped barely a foot in front of you. he wasn’t quite invading your personal space, just pushing against the boundary lines of it. your eye twitches involuntarily, but you say nothing.

pushing the boundaries was something rafe had been doing for a while. mentally and physically. it was part of what further pulled the string of tension between you two.

maybe it’s because he’s a guy, but there wasn’t a day you could go seeing rafe without him making comments on your body or touching you without permission. your chest, your backside, your lips, your eyes–there was nothing spared from his overtly sexual thoughts. you weren’t sure if he was doing it solely to piss you off or make you uncomfortable, but being either one did nothing to discourage him. 

in fact, it only served as motivation for him to continue.

it had been more times than you could count that rafe had groped you and claimed that his hand slipped–that you were overreacting. sometimes he wouldn’t even deny it; he’d blame you for wearing a too-short skirt or a top so small that ‘you had to have been wanting the attention or you wouldn’t have left the house like that.’ he had a habit of standing uncomfortably close to you, so close that you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back or the hair on his arms tickling your own.

you just brushed it off as him being obnoxious, slapping away wandering hands and giving quick-witted responses to the suggestive remarks. guys his age were assholes and because of how long you’d known him, you never let it bother you too much. or at least, you refused to let him know that it bothered you.

“i don’t think so, rafe.“ you eyed him suspiciously. “what could we possibly have to talk about?” your arms raised to fold across your chest, fingertips cold from the air-conditioning as they rested against your bare skin. 

if it weren’t so hot and sticky outside you would have worn pants, but the frilly, pink skirt adorning your bottom half was far too tempting to pass up in this weather. you could feel the goosebumps rising over your entire body from the coolness of the house.

rafe just stared for a moment. you could see the synapses firing behind the blue of his irises, and the sight unsettled you. the feeling of his eyes raking over your frame did nothing to shake the discomfort either.

“your attention-seeking behavior. your disrespectful attitude.” his gaze flittered back up to meet yours and you could make out the ghost of a smirk wash over his features. “it's becoming a problem, don’t ya’ think?”

“what?” that was not on the list of things you were expecting him to say. you couldn’t help the amused laugh that escaped your lips in a breath. “what the fuck are you talking about right now?” 

“what am i talking about?” his dark blonde brows come together in an expression of concern–one you were sure he was faking.

rafe’s tanned arm reached out towards you, long fingers grabbing a braid from your head and twirling the end around the digits. not abnormal behavior, but you still squinted at him anyway.

“you must be the stupid one if you don’t know what i’m talking about.”

a scoff left your mouth and your hand lifted to smack his away from your hair. your eyes nearly strained out of their sockets from the amount of restraint it took not to roll them, lids blinking away the urge that fought against them.

“bye, rafe.” your path was blocked when you tried to move around him, the tall man following your step before you could even finish making it. “move!”

he caught the hand raised to push him out of the way with ease, the strength in his grip restrained but still felt as it surrounded your wrist. every attempt to take it back into your possession failed, your opponent unrelenting.

startled, a gasp left your mouth when you were pulled forward roughly, rafe’s body pressed tightly against yours as he brought his free hand to rest on your lower back. the ghost on his face was now living, a grin widespread over his lips that showed off the whites of his teeth as he stared down at you. 

“stop touching me, you’re being a creep.” you didn’t raise your voice at him, but you were firm in your demand.

“oh, please,” he rolled his eyes at you, as if you were the one acting out of line. “i think you want me to touch you.”

the hand that rested on your back fell even lower, the entirety of his hand capturing your ass in its grasp. you inhale sharply, the roughness of his fingers squeezing down causing you to jerk forward in an attempt to escape. you were met with rafe’s warm chest trapping you between him and the hand gripping your backside through the fabric of the skirt keeping it covered.

“rafe!” you said loudly. “what the fuck is your problem?”

it’s not like he hadn’t touched you there before; he’d done it plenty. but those were only light brushes in passing or pinching you when you weren’t paying attention. things that he could pretend never happened, things that you could brush off as him being annoying.

this was not that.

“you walk around town in these itty, bitty skirts,” rafe’s smile was gone now, the mischief behind his eyes remained but it was mixed with something else–something you didn’t feel too keen about. “like you own the place–walking around my house like it’s yours. always acting like you’re better than everyone. like–like you’re above all of us. do you think you’re better than everyone, y/n?”

you shook your head at him, doing the best job you could muster at remaining calm despite the alarm bells ringing in your head. the free hand you were using to push his hand away from your ass was useless; he wasn’t budging. however, even with the little voice in the back of your mind telling you not to, you couldn’t help but to give a smart-assed reply.

“i don’t think i’m above everyone, rafe,” the corner of your lips twitched as you fought back the smile that wanted to appear. “just you.”

he chuckled at that, but not because he found it funny. it was obvious by the way his face darkened, which is what queued you into thinking that you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.

relief filled you when he released the clothed flesh of your behind from his vices, but only momentarily. your feet stumbled over each other clumsily as rafe walked forward with purpose, forcing you backwards until your the crease of your knees hit the bed. you remained standing, but if he were to push you again you’d certainly lose your balance.

the oldest cameron sibling was much…larger than you remembered. you saw him practically every day, but you couldn’t recall his biceps ever being this big as your hands held onto them to stabilize yourself. you’ve never felt intimidated when standing near him, but as you craned your neck upward, all you could feel was the fear bubbling in your stomach. faced with his towering height, he could easily overpower you if that’s what he wanted to do–and you had a feeling he did.

a chill ran down your spine.

“you come over here every day wearing practically nothing, swinging that pretty ass in my face like a fucking tease, and then treat me like you don’t know who you’re talking to.” he shakes his head in faux-disappointment, the sound of his tongue tutting against his teeth filling your ears. “i told you to stop doing it, but you refuse. if you weren’t begging for attention, you wouldn’t act like that.”

“are you being serious right now?” you were in complete disbelief. the fear in your stomach remained, but a pang of vexation was thrown into the mix. “the last thing i want is your attention, rafe. i already turned you down once–stop being weird about it. just ‘cause you can’t keep your dick in your pants doesn’t make me the problem.”

the tall blond’s eye twitched, lips raising like hackles as he all but snarled at you. 

both of his hands dropped suddenly, giving you zero time to react as he gripped the bottom of your skirt in his hands and yanked it upwards. a sound of surprise rolled out of your mouth and rafe took advantage of your shock to spin you around and push you face down onto the bed. your body barely bounced once before rafe was seated on the mattress next to you, strong arms reaching over to grab your legs and throw them over his lap haphazardly as he pinned your arms behind your back.

you felt him lean his upper body against you and apply force, preventing you from lifting yourself up off the bed and leaving you completely at his mercy. 

“rafe!” you scolded as he hiked up your skirt even higher and exposed you further. his position under you left you unable to lie flat, back arched uncomfortably with your pelvis resting on his muscled thighs. panic was beginning to fill you. “rafe, stop! what are you doing?”

he doesn’t respond, a bump silence filling the tense air. you could feel the heat of his scrutinizing gaze, unable to control your squirming as the warmth of his hand palmed at your barely covered skin. he massaged at the soft flesh, squeezing it between his fingers like he was being entertained by putty.

“you look so pretty in pink.”

a yelp escaped your lips when he brought his hand down against your ass with a resounding smack. he repeated the action on the other side with the same amount of force before half-assing an attempt at massaging away the sting. you hissed from the pain, his rough groping doing nothing to ease the feeling.

he hums to himself, hand pulling away to deliver another blow. you cursed at him, leg kicking up out of anger but able to do any real damage.

“y’know,” rafe says and you couldn’t help but huff in anger. “you brought this on yourself. we wouldn’t have to do this if you were just a nice girl.” you could hear the disappointment dripping from his voice and it enraged you.

“maybe i’m not nice to you because you’re a fucking dick.” he smacked you again. “fuck! stop, rafe!”

“and you’re a loud-mouthed bitch who needs to learn that actions have consequences.” 

if you thought he wasn’t holding back before, you were proven wrong. 

he spared you no second to recover from the barrage of smacks that he bestowed upon you. each time his hand raised, it reconnected just as mercilessly as it did before. all you could hear was the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the bedroom, mind completely encompassed by the fiery heat produced by his palm against your ass. 

you wanted to scream out, cry for help from anyone that happened to be wandering the halls of the old manor. you didn’t though. not because you couldn’t, but because you were scared. scared that if someone did come to help, they would see you bent over rafe’s lap like a misbehaving child. scared that the someone who came to your rescue would be sarah–or ward.

the humiliation would kill you.

instead, you settled on continuing with your demands to stop. you swore at him, threatened him, kicked at him as hard as you could. you tried everything to get him to let up, but he refused. the sound of your voice was nearly drowned out by the deafening sound of your backside being brutalized.

you were sure if someone were to walk past, it could be heard on the other side.

“i’m going to fucking kill you, rafe!” you gritted out through teeth clenched so tight that you could pop a blood vessel. “you’re disgusting!”

the blue-eyed man tutted from above you, abruptly pausing his assault. unexpectedly he pushed your legs off his lap and rose to his feet, leaving you in a heap on the bed. you almost sung out a praise to whatever angel had been keeping an eye on you, finally taking pity on your bruised behind. it felt like you were on fire; face hot, skin sticky with the sweat from putting up a fight, and the site of rafe’s abuse burning from the phantom of his hand.

your eyes snapped in rafe’s direction, pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of metal. he’d taken off his expensive leather belt when he stood up, the accessory folded in half between his hands as his hardened, amused eyes stared down at you. your eyes flitted between his face and the belt in his hand nervously, throat bobbing as you swallowed dryly.

he predicted your movement before you could even make it, moving so fast that you thought he was transported to you. rafe caught your legs as you attempted to crawl away and pulled you back over the edge. your feet landed on the floor but your top half remained pinned to the mattress, a strong hand keeping you in place as you struggled against it.

“change of plans,” he whispered against your ear. you were sure he felt you shiver against his hold from the breath on your skin. “i tried being gentle–well, as gentle as i can be with you. clearly, that’s not teaching you anything. “

“haven’t you heard? corporal punishment is outdated and ineffective.” it was in your nature to argue with him, even when he had you pinned beneath him like a wolf would a rabbit. “i’m not learning anything except for how much of a pervert you really are–not that i didn't already know.”

rafe chuckled at this, very darkly. he pulled away from your ear and positioned himself behind you, the heat of his presence radiating in a way that was almost suffocating. the silence was so loud that you could barely hear the sound of the party outside, blood rushing past your ears thunderously.

you braced yourself, unsure of what his next move would be. however, he made no moves. the blond just stood there behind you ominously, keeping your hands pinned to your back as he watched you noiselessly. the temptation to look behind you was overwhelming, and it was then when he decided to act.

the belt made fierce contact with your sensitive skin the moment your head twitched, the stillness between you no longer. 

it took all of your strength to contain the scream that itched to leave your throat, a pained groan coming out from your gritted teeth. this was worse than his bare hand by miles, the fury of the leather leaving you thrashing with a single lick.

“i think,” he landed another strike to your ass after he spoke. “corporal punishment is very effective. it just takes a little…more to break through girls like you. it’s okay, though, you’ll learn.”

the belt comes down again and you couldn’t hold back the scream this time. 

he gave no time for you to recover, the viciousness of each swat intensifying each time it landed. it was loud, much louder than his hands and in your foggy mind you worried endlessly about what would happen if someone else were to hear.

you don’t move when he lets go of your wrists, body paralyzed from pain and fear. rafe takes hold of your barely there underwear and yanks them down, the fabric pooling around your ankles leaving you fully exposed and hot with embarrassment. he takes no time to look between your legs and quickly returns to delivering your punishment.

the comforter beneath you fell victim to the deathly grip of your now free hands, talon-like fingers digging into the fabric as you used it to brace yourself. tears ran down your face uncontrollably and every muscle in your body was tense from the torment.

“rafe, please!” you cried out, hardly able to form a complete sentence. “ow! stop, stop! i’m sorry!”

you weren’t even sure what you were apologizing for, but you couldn’t take the torture for much longer. you’d fix your mouth to say whatever it takes to get him off of you.

“how many times have i told you to stop dressing like a slut? huh?” you responded with a pained screech. he paired the question with another lashing, your cries for mercy doing nothing to garner any of his sympathy. “and yet, you still do what you please. so i’m going to do what ever the fuck pleases me.”

it felt like you’d been here for an eternity, but it’d probably been maybe twenty minutes. twenty minutes since you walked into his room like a dumbass instead of going to sarah’s like you planned on doing in the first place. twenty minutes wasn’t a long time, and nobody would come looking for you any time soon.

a sob racked through your body at that. your hands reached back to grab at his weapon of choice in a desperate effort to stop the battery, and in response rafe put them right back where they were against your spine.

“you want everyone to see your ass so badly,” the leather slashed through the air and landed on you with a crack. “so i’m gonna give you something to show ‘em.” 

you had been reduced to a pile of tears and tender flesh. rafe’s hands holding you down against the bed were hardly necessary; the both of you knew that you didn’t have the energy to fight back anymore. all you could do was scream, cry, and beg for him to end the attack against your poor ass. the welts on your flesh were beginning to form, you could feel it.

“stop crying.” he says from above you. you could practically hear the sound of his eyes rolling, but he paused the lashings anyways. “begging me to stop but–” he cuts himself off, his silence falling loudly on your ears.

the sound of the belt falling to the floor as he threw it into a random corner didn’t even register to you, the metal buckle thumping against the wall. all you could focus on was the hand between your quivering legs, and the throbbing sensation that you hadn’t noticed before. rafe’s fingers gliding against the wetness of your core made you flinch from being unprepared for his touch.

“you're leaking all over yourself…” shame washed over you in a tsunami-like wave, the feeling amplified by the wet sounds coming from where rafe’s hand meets the junction of your thighs. “i don’t think you want me to stop.”

“no!” you shouted. rafe let out a breathy chuckle as he watched you shake your head desperately against the mattress. “no more! please, i don’t want it...”

he hummed in response, fingers still toying with your dripping heat. they were just barely brushing over your clit, the bud swollen with need and twitching with every ghost-like touch. if you could scream, you would, but all you had the energy to do was whimper pathetically as he held you in place.

“hm, alright.” rafe’s agreeance made you release a shaky breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. “i know what you do want, though.”

you felt his thick fingers grazing your entrance; just the pads of them. he was being a tease, letting you soak in the humiliation of being so adamant on him leaving you alone but having your body betray you. 

he leaned down once again, the softness of his lips tickling the shell of your ear. you swallowed dryly as you struggled to focus on anything other than his torturous fingers sitting idly between your puffy lips. 

“you want me to fuck this little hole open with my fingers,” he hummed again, the vibration of it sending a shockwave through your body. “wanna drool all over my hand with that messy cunt.”

you shook your head, squirming against his hold once again in an attempt to escape his curious fingers. 

“no?” he asked and you shook your head again. “i don’t believe that.”

he only removed his hand from your long enough to flip you onto your back, barely exerting any strength to do so. instead of holding you down by your wrists, you were planted against the mattress by your neck with a firm hand. your own fingers moved to wrap around his arm while his returned to the heat building between your legs. 

you gasped at the feeling of a long, thick digit pushing against the tight resistance as it coaxed you open enough to slip inside. with him between your legs you couldn’t close them–all you could do was lie there pathetically as he did what he wanted. 

“aw, you feel that?” he cooed at you, eyes flickering up at your face briefly before dropping back to his hand. “it slipped right in…i think you can take two, don’t you?”

a whine slipped out at the feeling of a second finger slipping past the barrier of your hole to join the first one. his fingers were way bigger than yours, fitting inside of you more snugly than you were used to. he pulled them out at a snail’s pace, purposefully dragging against your spasming walls before pushing them right back in.

“yeah, you take it real good.” he grinned smugly, clearly enjoying the juxtaposition of the pained look on your face and the way you desperately latched onto his two fingers. “don’t want it, but your pussy’s sucking me in…why’s that?”

you couldn’t answer–not when you were panting like a bitch in heat, trying and failing at catching your breath as rafe stole it away from you. your arousal leaked out over his fingers and there was nothing you could do to stop it. his fingers felt too good, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

he continued with the bare minimum for what felt like forever, probably waiting on you to give in and beg him to fuck you. unfortunately for him, you would never do that. your will was much too strong to do something as desperate as that, and you were basking in enough humiliation as is; you’d never give up the single sliver of pride you had left.

it was rafe who broke first. he said nothing as the speed of his fingers increased, eyes focused on every scrunch of your nose and the whines that forced their way past your bitten lips. the heel of his hand kept making contact with your clit and it made you want to start crying again.

“such a pretty girl,” his eyes raked over your clothed body in satisfaction. something about you having to walk around in the same clothes that he turned you out in got him off, while it made you think about throwing them into a bonfire or burying them in the deepest part of your closet. “getting so wet and needy from me welting up her ass. i think you’re the pervert here, not me.”

“uh-uhn.” you protested the accusation immediately, reaching down the push rafe’s hand away weakly. he looked amused. 

“you’re not?” the blonde moved back to stare at your cunt grooling all over his hand, fingers fucking the mess back inside over and over. “why are you so wet then?”

you didn’t have an answer to that. his fingers pulled out of you completely, using the wetness as more lubrication to spread over your swollen clit. the bucket of sparks in your stomach had long turned into a bubbling cauldron, and the attention to the needy button did nothing but make it burn hotter.

his fingers dipped back inside with much ease this time and you nearly died from the embarrassment. your brain was foggy yet defiant, but your body worked against you by welcoming everything rafe had to offer. 

“no normal girl would get wet from shit like that. screaming and crying, beggin’ me to stop–but look,” rafe shook his head at you, eyes hot as he watched your frame twitch beneath his hands. “you’re squeezing down on my fingers like you want ‘em in there forever.“

he was right. you were screaming, you were crying, you were begging him to stop. now you’re letting him spread you open and getting wet when you should be screaming for him to get off of you. 

what was wrong with you?

you had no time to think about that, not when he added a third finger without warning. a cry filled the air–yours–from the stretch. you were so full. he sped up again, too, treating you with little compassion as he watched ruined your sopping pussy with the thick appendages.

“so pathetic to be this wet for me,” he shook his head at you, lips pulled together in a pout. “you know it too. you should be ashamed.”

you were.

“you’re not even gonna stop me, look at your legs shaking.” he pointed out the way you couldn’t keep still.

he was right; you weren’t gonna stop him. you couldn’t.

the veins in his arms strained with each pump of his fingers, biceps bulging against the tight sleeves of his shirt. you could feel your juices dripping down your ass, your other hole fluttering in sync with the one being stuffed with three fingers. every part of your body was tingling and desperate to be touched, and you were rapidly losing control of yourself the closer rafe brought you to the edge.

he noticed it, too. the way you couldn’t stop clamping down around him, how you unconsciously ground into his palm, the dazed look in your eyes and the desperation in your voice as you lost the ability to hold back.

“look at you,” he said. his eyes were filled with lust, dark and glossed over as he observed your behavior. “ready to cum after putting up all that fight. dressed up in this tiny, little skirt; you were practically asking for this. so disgusting.”

your breath was uneven and you felt like you were going to pass out, mind dizzy and drunk with the forced pleasure. he showed no signs of letting up, digging you out with a fervor that you’d never experienced. the sound of your whining became higher pitched, tears pouring from your eyes as you tip-toed the cliff ahead of you. 

“you’re about to cum, huh?” you nodded your head at him, eyes wide and wet with the lubrication. “yeah? you wanna cum?”

you screamed, but not for the reason you wanted to. 

“no.” rafe pulled his fingers away right before you fell off the edge, leaving your hips bucking against the air as you were denied the release he was forcing upon you in the first place. “you’re not gonna cum unless i tell you to.”

you would have rolled your eyes and protested, but the feeling of his hand coming down against your bare pussy made you yelp. your clit jumped and your nipples were begging to be released from the constraints of your shirt, the pain giving you a kind of pleasure that you weren’t equipped to handle. he did it again, and again. he did it until you were fighting to push him away and close your legs.

“aw, does that hurt?” he pouted at you when you whimpered out some semblance of a ‘yes,’ which was rewarded with another slap. “good.”

it was agonizing; how deliciously painful it was. it was so much–too much. you were becoming dumb, all brain function replaced with the pulsing of your abused cunt. he continued to slap your clit, entranced by the way it twitched and your hole clenched around nothing.

“you want me to stop?” you couldn’t answer; you were too stunned to form a coherent sentence and it made you feel like an idiot. rafe took pleasure in that. “stupid girl, you can’t even say anything. so fucked out and easy for me.” 

you were tempted to push him away and get yourself off, but even through your foggy brain you knew he’d never let you get the chance.

“need to taste this pussy…” he mumbled to himself, not caring if you heard or not.

he dropped to his knees with eyes still focused on you as he blew against your exposed clit, both thumbs spreading your lips open. he wasn’t worried about you trying to escape anymore; not really. it was clear you were too dazed to do much of anything but pant like a dog and take his abuse. 

he finally gave you his tongue after waiting for you to whine for it, the wet muscle flattening against the whole of your sensitive core. the texture of the appendage on your clit had you writhing, legs trapped in his hold and prevented from clamping down around his head.

you trembled as he lapped up your wetness, grinding against his face as he buried himself deep into your wetness. he was like a man starved, licking up your arousal as it spilled out of you in an endless fountain. the plush pillows of his lips encapsulated your clit, sucking on it roughly as he brought his fingers back down to fuck you open. 

your head fell back from the intensity, cries tumbling out of your mouth clumsily as he laved against your rosy bud.

everything was so wet.

“don’t you dare fucking cum.” rafe growled, pulling away from your pussy. his fingers kept going, but he kept his eyes on you now. it was impossible to ignore the way you pulsed around him. “i’m not gonna stop, so you better hold it.”

a broken wail left you and you wanted to curl into a ball. this was just as much of a punishment as being beaten with the belt in the corner, you were now discovering.

“please…” the rope in your stomach was being sawed in half by the second and you weren’t going to last much longer. “i can’t…”

he rose to his full height, staring down at your messy for; thighs covered in sticky precum with your skirt crumpled up at your waist. your skin was hot to the touch and covered in a thin layer of sweat, face wet with tears stains and eyes filled with lust fueled desperation. his fingers worked purposefully in the deepest parts of your pussy that you’d never been able to explore yourself. 

“taking me so fuckin’ deep, princess.” he teased you with his words, his voice only adding difficulty to holding back from cumming all over his merciless fingers.

“rafe…” you couldn’t tell him off; not when you were getting so close, so fast.

“‘rafe…’” he mocked the pleading tone in your voice. ocean blue eyes flickered up towards your own, dark with arousal as he watched you squirm. “you sound so pathetic.”

you could feel your thighs tensing as you tried your best to hold back. you didn’t know what he would do if you came without permission, but it was getting hard to care. his fingers were hitting repeatedly against a spot that had you seeing white and holding your breath. 

rafe let you stay like that for a while, desperately hanging on by a thread as he watched. 

“okay,“ he said, head tilted to the side. “you can cum–but i’m not gonna give it to you.”

“rafe!” you yelped. he pulled his fingers out and delivered a final smack to your already abused clit, smirking at your reaction. 

reaching up towards your face, rafe squished your cheeks together until your mouth was forced open. you audibly protested when he brought his wet fingers to your lips, the smell of your arousal invading all of your senses. your noises of defiance were ignored as he shoved the digits into your mouth. he coated your tongue with the wetness covering his fingers, fucking your mouth in the same way he used your other hole.

you couldn’t stop the saliva that fell from your mouth; it leaked down the sides of your face uncomfortably and you wanted to wipe it away. 

“you can go home later, and rub that dirty little cunt to the memory of this.” you stared up at him wide-eyed, mouth stuffed and clit pulsating at the wanton actions being performed on you. “every time you pick out a skirt to wear, you’re gonna sit on that welted up ass and you’re gonna think about how wet you got from my belt tearing you up.”

he watched you shift uncomfortably on your bare, bruised behind, but showed you no pity. 

the sting of it brought you back to reality, the weight of what just occurred finally coming to your clearer mind. rafe’s hand gripped your jaw and tilted it upwards to bring your attention back to him. the fear that you felt earlier bubbled back up. 

your mouth was relieved from the violating digits grazing the back of your throat. wet fingers slapped against your cheek twice, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make you wince from the sting.

“still think you’re above me?” rafe asked, face lowering to just mere inches away from yours. you shook your head the best you could, jaw still under the steel grip of his hand. “you–you should be thanking me, really…i’m older than you, remember? your job is to respect your elders, and my job is to correct you.”

you say nothing; not that you could anyway. he lowered his hand, pulling it away from your jaw and resting it on the circumference of your exposed neck. the tall man hummed at you, head tilting to the side like a puppy as he observed your disheveled form beneath him.

“i did it so that nobody else has to, y/n. jus’ looking out for you like i’m supposed to–even though you don’t deserve it.“ you blinked at him, prompting the fingers lying limply at your neck to squeeze as a warning. “say ‘thank you, rafe.’ you can do that right? ‘thank you for looking out for stupid little girls like me.’” 

you gulped away the part of you that wanted to spit out a curse at rafe, resistance vibrating deep in your bones. this had to be more humiliating than being spread out over his fingers, you thought.

“thank you, rafe.” the voice that came out sounded pained, and rafe could tell. he tutted at you, clearly dissatisfied.

“i don’t think you mean that…do you want the belt on your pussy this time?” his eyebrow quirked up at you, amused clear in his eyes as he watched your own widen in panic.

“no! no, i really mean it!”

his free hand landed between your legs again as it delivered the stinging punishment of his palm once more. 

“then fucking act like it.” rafe snarled at you, the heat of your center against his taunting hand. “‘thank you for looking out for me, rafe. you’re so good to me.’ and you better fucking mean it.” 

“thank you for looking out for me, rafe. you’re s’good to me!” you cried out weakly. rafe continued to slap at your achy clit with his flattened fingers, wordlessly telling you he wasn’t satisfied with your response. “i’m stupid ‘nd i don’t deserve–ah! i don’t deserve it. i’ll be nice, i promise!”

happy enough with your gratitude, he relented. he pulled his hand away from your quivering lower lips and stepped back, allowing your legs to fall shut and guard your crying, battered cunt from the cool air blowing against it from the ac.

“you’re welcome.”

you watch from your spot on the bed as rafe picks up your discarded underwear from the floor. he shoves the item in his pocket, leaving you bare with nothing to protect yourself. standing from your position on the mattress, your legs wobbled like a young doe before straightening themselves to their full length. 

you’d never felt so violated, so defeated. what made it even worse was the way your body still tingled with need. the feeling was deep inside you, walls clamping down on the phantom of rafe’s manly fingers. he was right, and it brought a cloud of shame that rained down on you. the first thing you’d do when you got home is stuff yourself with your own and pretend they were his. every time you sat down and felt the sting of his punishment, you knew you’d leak just like you were right now.

how could you call him a creep, a pervert? how could you call him disgusting when you were the one making a mess all over him after being held down and beaten?

feelings of guilt weighed heavy on your chest. you could pretend that none of this ever happened, but rafe would never let you forget; there’s no way he’d ever let it go.

shaking away the thoughts plaguing your mind, you pulled yourself together the best you could. a hiss sounded out through the room as you pulled the skirt down from around your waist.

the last thing you wanted to know was how bad your ass and thighs looked, the raised skin evidence enough as it painfully rubbed against the fabric of your skirt. rafe opened the door of his bedroom in a swift motion to reveal an empty hallway, eyes staring pointedly at you. the sound of your swift feet echoed off the floor, legs carrying you the fastest that they possibly could without tripping over each other.

before you made it past the threshold, rafe snatched your arm up into his grip. he leaned down to meet you at eye level, closely examining the way your breathing hitched.

“and stay the fuck out of my room."

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Paparazzi

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: All of Eddie Munson's dreams come true when Corroded Coffin finally catches their big break. But once the record deal is signed, the executives take control of their images, lives and their relationships.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab reader, they/them pronouns. Angst with a Happy Ending. Rockstar!Eddie AU where record labels have old Hollywood like control of their artists lives.

CW: Controlling behavior from record label; social alcohol use; secret relationship; mentions of cheating but no actual cheating; smut (kissing, fingering, blowjob, tit job, p in v, slight exhibitionism); consensual non-con photos taken by paparazzi.

Word Count: 12,937

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore

Life is a bit complicated when you are the secret girlfriend of a rockstar. While it certainly comes with a lot of benefits, and the lifestyle it provided was beyond anything in your wildest dreams, it came at the steep price of some heartache and emotional discomfort.

Though, in all honesty, “secret” was purely a subjective word at this point. The rest of the band knew. All of their people knew. The record label knew. The touring crew knew. His wife knew. All of her people knew. Anyone that needed to know knew.

The general public, on the other hand, did not know, which is how you found yourself the mistress of your high school sweetheart.

How exactly did this happen, you ask?

Now that certainly is quite a story.

Once Eddie’s name had been cleared of all murder charges, the members of Corroded Coffin made getting the hell out of Hawkins their number one priority. It took a little over a year once the last member graduated from high school, but the band was finally able to make the move together to Indianapolis. They shared a small, one room apartment since it was all they could afford and set out to make a name for themselves.

Like most bands, Corroded Coffin was discovered purely by chance. After a couple years of playing in bars around the city, one of their shows was seen by an agent from Los Angeles, who happened in town for a wedding and took a break from family to relax to some local music. That’s how the band met Joe, the man who would become their manager and who would help catapult them to success.

With Joe’s help, they got a demo recorded and then Joe managed to get one of their songs on the radio. It took off, giving the band quite a bit of local popularity. After yet another move, this time to LA, they once again started over fresh, but soon Joe had them playing regular gigs around the city. It was only a matter of time before they were signed to a label and their demo re-recorded to be released as their first studio album.

It was shortly after this, when the band began to rise in popularity, that they realized how little the music industry actually dealt with music. Creating and maintaining an image was the largest priority.

And the image they had, as it turns out, was metal as hell right out the gate.

Four childhood friends from a small town in Indiana that were bullied for being outcasts. They lost three, almost four, classmates to serial killer Henry Creel. Front man, Eddie Munson, was initially accused of the murders due to being a metalhead loner but was eventually cleared on all charges. They survived a devastating earthquake that nearly destroyed their hometown but destroyed their homes. The front man himself then spent months recovering from a physical assault that nearly killed him and left prominent scars on his body. Through it all, they stuck together.

Everything about their story, particularly Eddie’s, was absolute perfection. It paired beautifully with their music and lyrics, with Eddie’s descriptions of bats in an upside down being seen as a metaphor for bullies terrorizing their victims.

It was all perfect except for one tiny detail.

You.

“Absolutely fucking not!” Eddie yelled, jumping to his feet so fast the chair nearly toppled backwards. “Whoever thought of that one can shove it up their ass!”

It been a casual, relaxed Monday morning up until that point. Everyone was well rested coming off the weekend. It had been quiet one, giving you all some much needed time off. The majority of it you and Eddie spent at home. Despite the fact you two went everywhere and did everything together, you never grew tired of each other’s company.

However, everyone went from relaxed to angry in two seconds once Joe told them what the executives at the label had suggested for Eddie to give himself an edger image.

“Eddie, let’s just-“ Joe started to say, slowly rising to his feet behind his desk, his hands making a settle down gesture.

“Let’s just what?” Gareth interrupted, looking as furious as Eddie, but still sitting down.

“Let’s just talk about this calmly,” Joe said. “I wasn’t saying I-“

“There’s nothing to talk about!” Jeff interrupted now, also angry looking.

“Right!” Nick yelled, jumping to his feet. “We’re not going to ditch Y/N and leave them behind for no good fucking reason!”

But in the minds of the label executives, they had a very good reason for suggesting this.

It was all about image. Single front men drew more attention, they said, especially when they looked like Eddie. He was someone every guy wanted to be, and every woman wanted to fuck, which would result in higher popularity in both market segments. Plus, with everything Eddie had been through, they wanted him to project himself as a lonely bad boy, but one who had a different girl on his arm every night.

Apparently, being with someone for fourteen years wasn’t very metal, nor did it mesh with the image of young, rock n’ roll promiscuity they felt Eddie should portray as his lifestyle.

Obviously, this upset you all. After so many years of leaning on each other, you all were a family now. You might as well have been in the band yourself with how close you all were.

You had been around even before Corroded Coffin, when it was just you and Eddie, two middle schoolers who fell deeply in love on the first day of school. You were there for the founding, and you were technically their very first manager even before Joe. You had worked your ass off promoting them as best you could, first at the school then the bars around Hawkins. You went with them to Indianapolis, lived in the shitty apartment with them, and dealt with just as many asshole bar owners to get them on stage time, if not more.

And then you did it all over again without complaint when they set up shop in LA, only under the helpful guiding eye of Joe. It had been a long and crazy road for the five of you, but you got through it all supporting each other.

You belonged here with them, and they knew it as well as you did. They weren’t about to just leave you behind, nor would you have let them. Not now, not ever, and certainly not just a few weeks before their first major tour as an opening act. The tour was kicking off in Seattle, hometown of the headliners. You were going to see the country with them if they had anything to say about it.

“Guys!” Joe barked, finally having to raise his voice to get their attention again. “I don’t agree with it either!”

That got them to simmer down enough that he was able to continue uninterrupted.

“Kid, I get it,” he said, putting his hands on the desk to lean over and make eye contact with the wrecked front man. “Believe me, I get it. Valerie and I hit thirty-five years next week. Coral anniversary. I still have no fucking clue what to get her. But I do know one thing.” Joe pointed one finger at Eddie. “I wouldn’t give her up either on any man’s word either.”

Joe sat back down, then made a gesture for them to do the same. Nick obliged with a heavy sigh, but Eddie came to stand behind your chair, his ringed hands resting on your shoulders. Joe pulled his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose for a moment.

“It was only a suggestion,” he said as he put his glasses back on. “Nothing has been passed down as Word from God yet. Yet.” He held up a finger as he said the second yet. “But some of the big guys see potential in this storyline for you, which means they see money in it for them.”

“So, what are you saying?” Eddie asked with a tight voice, his hands squeezing your shoulders.

“I’m saying, now that the idea has been brought up, it’s not likely to go away,” Joe said, then leaned back in his chair. “And, judging by how excited they seem about this one, I’m guessing the order to actually sever ties with Y/N will come down soon. They’ll want time for the word about Corroded Coffin’s newly single front man to get around before the tour starts.”

Everyone quietly stared at him, speechless.

“That quick, eh?” you said, finally breaking the silence. Joe nodded regretfully. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you looked up at Eddie with a half grin. “Babe, most guys would kill for this chance. You might want to think it over a little more carefully.”

Joe was the only one to laugh, but he quickly turned it into a cough at the glare he got from Eddie.

The glare softened before it was turned on you, but you still got glared at regardless.

“This isn’t funny, Precious,” he said, and you could see it in his eyes that he was close to panic. “They’re fools if they think I would discard you so easily into the fires of Mount Doom.”

One thing you learned about Eddie Munson a long time ago is, when he’s under a lot of stress, be it from the chord of a song being difficult to having to hide at Skull Rock wanted for murder, he starts making Lord of the Rings references about the situation.

You reached up to rest one hand on top of his and gave it a soft squeeze. Eddie quickly wound his fingers through yours so you were holding hands.

“You’ve gotta admit though,” you said, smiling reassuringly. “Those assholes do have a point, babe. Most guys don’t get into this business while attached. They live a rowdy life and never settle down until they either marry a porn star or marry the mistress they cheated on their first wife with.”

As you spoke, Eddie’s face became a mask of abject horror. He quickly came around to drop to his knees in front of your chair and took your face in his hands.

“Sweetheart, please tell me we’re not splitting up right now,” he whispered, looking near tears.

“We’re not,” you said firmly, taking his face in your hands. “Absolutely fucking not. I just said they have a good point.”

Relief washed over his face, and he wrapped you in his arms. After you exchanged a tight hug, Joe cleared his throat so your attention would come back to him.

“Now, as I was about to say before you all started yelling at me,” he said, pausing to give them a fatherly glare before continuing. “There is an alternative, but it will require a lot of discretion from you two lovebirds.”

Since Corroded Coffin didn’t have much media attention outside of local music papers, you were still an unknown name in the scene. Local places knew you as Eddie’s girl. In interviews, if relationships ever came up, Eddie had only referred to you as “my girl” instead of by name. You certainly weren’t in any of the official photos the band had done. You could fade into the background easily and go unnoticed.

Based on Joe’s suggestion, which was immediately approved by the guys before you could get a word in edgewise, you went from Eddie’s longtime sweetheart to his personal assistant. That was actually the next matter on the agenda anyway since Eddie was the only member of the band without one and he needed to get the hiring done soon before the tour started.

Two birds, one stone, as they say.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you protested as the guys were taking turns high giving Joe for his ingenuity. “I’ve never been a personal assistant before! I’m not going to know what the hell I’m doing!”

“You’ll be fine,” Joe said, turning to you with a warm smile. “Trust me, my dear, I’ve had many personal assistants over the years and I’m quite sure none of them knew what they were doing either.”

Fortunately, Gareth’s personal assistant, Lucy, did know what she was doing. She was able to give you a crash course in the weeks leading up to the tour so you would know what the typical day of a personal assistant is like before you were throw into it.

While you took to your new responsibilities with ease and spent just as much time with Eddie day to day as you did before, the change in your status didn’t really become apparent until after you had left the home comforts of LA.

Two nights before the first concert of the tour, the headliners wanted to give everyone a proper welcome to Seattle by treating the bands to a night on the town. Since It was their first ever tour as the main act, they were in the mood to party. Band members, their entourages, and dates only.

Since it would look a little odd for Eddie to be the only one showing up with his personal assistant as a date, you had to break the news to him that you weren’t going. This resulted in you having to nearly force him into going since staying in with his personal assistant rather than partying with a famous band would look even odder.

While you were just as upset as Eddie, you didn’t let it show. He could tell. You knew he could tell. But keeping a brave face kept his cracks from showing. He could keep it together if you could, and that’s exactly what you did. You helped him get ready and shared the elevator down with the band until it reached the floor your room was on. All of the boys were sad you wouldn’t be joining and hugged you before you exited. With nothing left to do today, your plan was to raid the mini fridge and cry.

You were well into your second tiny bottle of vodka when a frantic knocking at the door to your room nearly gave you a heart attack. Then your mind immediately went to Eddie. Thinking he had changed his mind about staying, you rushed to the door, not sure if you were about to hug him or yell at him.

Instead, you found a very breathless Lucy standing outside.

“Here,” she said, thrusting several shopping bags into your arms. “Change into that and get your ass down to the hotel bar pronto.”

You blinked several times, looking from Lucy to the bag then back to Lucy.

“What’s going o-“

“No time to explain, just do it!” she hissed urgently, then retired to her room across from yours.

Twenty minutes later, as you stepped out of the elevator into the hotel lobby, you immediately regretted your decision to play along with whatever Lucy had planned.

Inside the bag had been an outfit that made it easier for you to blend in among the groupies scattered about the lobby. It was tight in all the right places, layered everywhere else just right to smooth everything out as it hugged close your body and pushed everything up to just the right angles. When paired with the high-quality black wig you found one of the other bags, you hardly recognized yourself. While it was far from your normal style, while in the privacy of your room, even you had to admit that you looked damn good. Feeling bold, you added some dark makeup, the jacket from the final bag and a pair of your own shoes to top everything off.

It was easy to feel confident while in your room, and even while on the way downstairs, but now as several patrons in the lobby looked you over, appraising you, you felt exposed and extremely uncomfortable.

You swallowed nervously, took a deep breath to calm yourself, and then did your best to ignore any leering stares as you headed for the hotel bar just as Lucy instructed.

A loud cacophony of voices and laughter hit your ears as soon as you walked in. The place was packed. You hadn’t realized this was where the bands would be gathering to meet up. It looked like they were still waiting on a few people, so they were having a few drinks as they waited to set off.

As you made your way over to sit at the bar itself, you glanced around the room. It didn’t take you long to spot Corroded Coffin. You couldn’t help but smile seeing them. Three of the guys seemed to have already found a companion for the night, while Eddie sat there playing with his rings and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else right now. It almost made you laugh how sullen he looked, but you kept your cool as you took a seat. Since Lucy hadn’t given you any other instructions, you ordered yourself a drink.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait around long to figure out what scheme Lucy had been a part of. Not long after you began sipping your drink, you were fetched from the bar by Garth’s bodyguard and lead to the Corroded Coffin table.

Gareth grinned at you as he watched your approach. The glimmer he had in his eye told you this had been his plan rather than Lucy’s.

“Good evening, miss,” Gareth said to you as you stopped at their table. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting at the bar all alone. Are expecting company this evening?”

You shook your head, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

Gareth straightened up brightly, then winked at the redhead sitting with him, who giggled.

Sometime between high school and now, Gareth had become quite charming with the ladies. Granted, he wasn’t trying at all that hard with you, just enough to sell the ruse, but whatever he had said to the young woman earlier clearly still had her under his spell.

“Wonderful!” he said, then gestured extravagantly to Eddie. “My friend here also happens to be without company for the evening. We’re about to head out to dinner, but it doesn’t feel right for him to be here alone. Would you care to join him?”

You finally let your gaze slide around the table, taking in the happy grins of Jeff and Nick, before letting your gaze land on Eddie.

And you almost lost your shit laughing.

He was now sitting with his eyes closed, his facial expression a mix of annoyance and resignation, as if he were now mentally preparing himself for a long evening with unwanted companionship.

“Hmm, I’m not so sure,” you said, keeping your gaze on Eddie and tilting your head at him. “Your friend sure doesn’t look like he wants my company.”

At the sound of your voice, Eddie’s eyes shot open, and he looked up at you in confusion. It took a moment for him to register what he was seeing. His jaw dropped as realization set in.

“Pfft, that’s just his normal face,” Gareth said, making all the girls at the table laugh, and you looked back over to see him wave his hand through the air in a gesture of dismissal. “I’m sure he’d love to have your company.” He looked over at the front man with a grin. “Wouldn’t you, Eddie?”

Despite the verbal cue from Gareth, Eddie just continued to stare at you until the blonde sitting between him and Jeff finally elbowed him in the ribs.

“Oh, y-yeah,” Eddie murmured, jumping out of the booth. He cleared his throat then stepped aside, gesturing to the seat with a bow. “It’d be an honor if you would grace me with your presence, m’lady.”

The other women at table giggled at Eddie as you lowered yourself into the booth, but as you scooted over to make room for Eddie, the brunette at Nick’s side started to pout.

“Aww,” she said, winking at you. “I was just about to say, if he didn’t want your company, we certainly wouldn’t mind a third.” She looked up at Nick and winked at him. “Would we, Nicky?”

Nick nearly choked on his drink, eyes slightly widening in horror at the idea of a threesome with the girl he thought of like a sister.

“N-nah,” he said, fumbling his words for a second before thinking of a good response. “I’m a one-woman man and, baby, you’re all I need tonight.”

It was a good recovery. Nick’s words had brunette giggling and blushing. You couldn’t help but grin yourself, remembering back when Nick used to be a stammering fool around the other sex instead of the smooth talker he was now.

You couldn’t help but wonder right then where the time had gone.

As soon as Eddie was seated next to you, he wasted no time before throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. A round of introductions began, where you then pretended to not know anyone at the table.

It didn’t take long for the guys to return their attention back to their respective ladies, leaving you and Eddie in your own little bubble at the end of the table.

“Getting a bit handsy aren’t we?” you couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned in to nuzzle your ear, keeping your tone soft enough only he could hear you. “After all, we only just met, like, five seconds ago.”

Your hand slid over into his lap to softly squeeze his thigh as you spoke. Eddie sucked his breath in through his teeth, then you felt him grin against your ear.

“Well, they do say the front man of Corroded Coffin is a bit of a whore,” he said to you softly, then took ahold of your chin with his free hand and turned your head gently so you were looking at him. “And I’d say that makes me your whore, now, doesn’t it?”

Much later that night, when Eddie brought the raven-haired woman back to the hotel, he made sure everyone in the surrounding rooms heard exactly how much of a whore he was for you.

That was how things continued for most nights on the tour, with you being snuck along to parties as Eddie’s piece of ass for the night. While this wasn’t what either of you had pictured when dreaming of your life together once he made it big, Eddie didn’t care so long as you could be by his side. No matter how you were dressed, now he actually had the money to the queen you always were to him. The whole crew figured out the scheme halfway into the tour schedule, but they pretended not to for plausible deniability’s sake.

The record label wasn’t exactly happy with Eddie’s interpretation of their desires but couldn’t exactly say it wasn’t effective. The front man of Corroded Coffin was projecting exactly the image they wanted; a hard partying bad boy who had his pick of women every night. Who cared if it was the same woman in a wig? So long as Eddie kept playing it up, and your true identity went undetected, they had to let it go.

That was until they were in the studio working on their next album and Eddie unknowingly opened the door for them to finally step in.

A couple months had passed since that first tour successfully wrapped up. Corroded Coffin was enjoying more fame and publicity, but despite the happy, smiling personas the guys wore in public, they were all varying degrees of miserable. It was hard to be happy when they had little to no control over their lives.

On the day they signed with their record deal with the label, Nick made the joke that they were signing their souls away. It turned out to be a very prophetic statement. While Eddie received the brunt of it being the front man, life wasn’t much better for the rest of the band. None of them really had a say in major life decisions anymore. Even potential relationships had to be approved by label executives first.

While everyone was upset about it, there was no one more upset than Eddie. By signing his soul away, he felt like he had inadvertently signed yours away as well.

A few months after they began working on the album, the next big story in entertainment news broke. An actor just had a baby with his former personal assistant. This was the same personal assistant he was caught having an affair with the year before via telephoto lens.

While it wasn’t exactly the same situation, it inspired Eddie. Now that Corroded Coffin had started attending more publicity events, he wanted things to go back to normal with you two. He missed being able to be free with his affection for you. He had Joe pitch the idea to the label that involved him starting to publicly date his own personal assistant. It shouldn’t cause a stir like the actor did because he was single, Joe reasoned on Eddie’s behalf. They could restart their relationship over in the public eye. No one would be any wiser. Pretending to be a new couple wouldn’t be hard since the guys often teased you both about how your honeymoon period was still going on.

While the label executives did agree it was time for Eddie to start settling down and have a regular date on his arm, they had different ideas as to who would be his girl.

Eddie was then informed he would be entering an arranged relationship with someone of their choosing. However, they wouldn’t be dating for long. Not due to a breakup, but because they would be married within the next two months. It was an arrangement that would be beneficial for everyone, the executives reassured.

For his future bride, they had chosen adult actress and dancer Deandra Day. She had starred in the two most recent Corroded Coffin videos and had recently began dancing live at their local shows. The new storyline the label had in mind for Eddie was the bad boy that finally met the right woman and settled down.

And, with that, they expressly stated that Eddie was now a one-woman man effectively immediately. His public persona was to now be a man deeply in love with his wife. There were to be no more one-night stands with women from hotel bars.

The news hit hard, for both you and Eddie.

Marriage was one of the things you two had always put off for later. Mainly it had been Eddie who wanted to wait, wanting to put on a grand spectacle when it finally did happen. He had known on the very first day of sixth grade when you gave him your extra pencil that he was going to marry you. He had told you as much right then and he could still remember how baffled you initially looked after that statement. But then you grinned and said okay, the memory of voice right then could still make Eddie’s heart skip a beat.

Eddie still wanted to marry you just as much now as he did when he was twelve years old. The idea of marrying anyone else completely shattered him.

They were leaving you with your duties as his personal assistant, but little else. Your position ensured you would still be there backstage at concerts, interviews, on tours and on location during shoots. That was it. The after parties, fancy dinners, VIP sections, limo tours of cities, everything else was cut off to you now. You would have to stand back and watch as another woman took your rightful place.

While you were just as upset as Eddie about it, you weren’t exactly surprised. The executives didn’t like it when their artists outsmarted them. And you had been warned that they held grudges. Joe had long suspected the label would eventually make a play to get rid of you again in order to mold Eddie into the artist they wanted him to be. As much as Joe had tried to prepare you for it, that didn’t stop it from hurting when finally happened.

Ironically, the one redeeming quality in the whole situation was actually Eddie’s wife to be. The label had unknowingly given the both of you a huge boon in choosing Deandra for this new role.

Deandra had no interest in an intimate connection with Eddie. For her, the marriage was purely a business arrangement to further her career goals. After being in the adult industry for so long, she was interested in branching out into music. While she was a talented singer, getting a foot in the door was hard for anyone just starting out, no matter their fame in other form of entertainment. The music industry was very competitive, and one that had a lot of turnover. Deandra didn’t want to be a one hit wonder or have one good album then fade into the background. She actually wanted to have a long-term career. This marriage to Eddie would open the doors she needed in order to be successful much faster than they would normally open for her. Her commitment to the label only required the marriage to last for a minimum two years with the option to renew, which she had no intention of doing.

While on the surface it seemed like there was nothing in this for Eddie aside from having a beautiful actress on his arm, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. The evenings spent on Eddie’s arm may have ended for you, but the appearance of a steady relationship opened other avenues for you to be together.

There was no need to recruit Deandra into your conspiracy. She identified the relationship after Eddie introduced you at the very first video shoot simply by the way he did it.

“He introduced you the way any man should introduce his wife,” she explained after asking them directly how long they’d been together. “And most men I’ve met don’t even introduce their own wives with that much reverence, much less their personal assistants.”

With her being in your corner, your time with Eddie actually increased after the wedding. Since the record label had no control over Deandra or her schedule, outside of her contractual appearances with Eddie, she was rarely around. Since a majority of her work in adult movies was based in the San Francisco area, she had no intention of ever selling her house to permanently move to Los Angeles. When the studio prodded at Eddie to finally purchase a house with his wife, Deandra made sure she was shooting out of town and busy with projects for other clients. You were officially sent by Deandra in her stead to give you and Eddie the opportunity to finally pick out your dream home together without the prying eyes of the label.

It ended up being way easier for a member of staff to sneak you in and out of the house everyday than it was pretending you were a groupie. The modest mansion just off the beach in Malibu had a six-car garage, two of which were always empty. All you had to do was lay down in the backseat of a car with heavily tinted windows, until they pulled inside and the doors closed. No one was ever the wiser.

Once you were inside, you and Eddie could do as you pleased. The decorator had ensured the place was outfitted with heavy duty blinds and drapes, an oddity for a mansion with such an amazing view of the ocean, but it ensured total privacy. You could be yourselves, even on the rare times Deandra stayed in Malibu. But it was easy to keep to yourselves, Deandra had her own room while you and Eddie had the master bedroom.

The end date of the arranged marriage came while Corroded Coffin was back in the studio working on their fifth album. The joint statement announcing Eddie and Deandra’s separation had been drafted by the label and Deandra’s PR team. The announcement would coincide with the album’s release to garner publicity. From adult movies to music, this was a common marketing tool many entertainers used to drum up publicity for new releases. Sad news such as a divorce always brought in sympathy dollars.

With the popularity of Corroded Coffin at an all-time high, the label executives had been in good spirits about the band for a while. They had started loosening the reins some with its members, allowing them more freedoms in their personal relationships. Joe felt confident that so long as the album succeeded as well as they’d hoped, and the divorce went smoothly, that Eddie would be able to enjoy that same freedom as well.

But just as you began to see light at the end of the tunnel, it winked out of existence.

A former disgruntled employee spoke to a tabloid about the suspiciously close relationship between the married front man of Corroded Coffin and his personal assistant. They provided firsthand accounts of witnessing suspicious behavior that occurred between the two of you.

While the source remained anonymous, everyone suspected an aide that Jeff had recently hired and then almost immediately fired after catching him stealing his fiancés jewelry. The incidents described in the interview were fairly recent, and the former aide was the only unknown among those present for them.

Luckily for the label, the editor of the tabloid who purchased the story owed one of the executives a favor and gave him a call as soon as they had bought the rights to the story. An arrangement was worked out for the label to purchase the story, and it was swiftly buried.

Unluckily for you, the label was angry. While they were willing to tolerate some controversy and scandal generated by their artists, they did not abide major scandals like adultery.

As of that day, you were barred from all properties owned or affiliated with the label. You were also barred from any concert or event sponsored by the label. On top of that, Eddie was told not to enter into any relationships once the divorce was announced because once it was final, they would have someone new already lined up for him. This time, they expected him to be a truly devoted husband and even possibly start a family with his new wife.

It was a complete disaster.

The only time you had with each other now was at home. As much as the label wanted to, they couldn’t control what went on inside the privacy of Eddie’s house, and you technically lived there. In retaliation, they started booking him for more event appearances. publicity appearances and after party appearances, keeping him away from home as much as possible. When he was at home, he was exhausted, and you let him rest as much as possible.

With the new album fixing to be released, a new tour was already being planned. It was to be Corroded Coffins first tour as the only headliner, with their opening act. But it was hard for anyone to be excited knowing you’d effectively be a prisoner on the tour bus unable to enjoy it with them. You wouldn’t be able to leave while at the venues since the tour was label sponsored. Most of the hotels they would be staying at were label affiliated, which ensured you couldn’t set foot on the properties.

Even though the story about Eddie and his personal assistant never broke, whispers overheard at the tabloid office alerted some paparazzi to a potential story regarding Corroded Coffin’s front man. No one knew specifics, of course, just that there were some rumors that Eddie Munson might be cheating on his wife. But paparazzi don’t need specifics to latch onto a lead. The house was now under constant watch, and you and Eddie both were constantly followed. As production on the album grew closer to wrapping, it began to get extremely hard for you to slip to and from your own home unnoticed.

After several miserable weeks, Deandra approached both you and Eddie with an idea.

It was a bold idea. A daring, not to mention extremely provocative, idea. But it was an idea that, if executed correctly, could be just the ticket to the freedom you all so desperately needed. But while it was you and Eddie that would be exposing yourselves to major controversy and possible public humiliation, you weren’t the only three people that would be affected by it. You sought out the rest of the band and they gave their blessing. With Joe, you two decided it was better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It was all up to you and Eddie now.

Using the labels own marketing tactics against them, the three of you decided the best time to enact the plan would be the night after the new album released. The label was sitting on the joint statement regarding the divorce for at least another week, giving the album time to naturally rise up the charts before giving it that sympathy boost.

There was also a second reason for choosing that particular night. While Deandra had been in town for a couple of weeks, that particular evening she would be out for most it. After heading to dinner with her normal entourage, she would then be spending the rest of the evening MCing an event at a local club. With the after party that was to follow, Deandra didn’t expect to be home until close to sunup the next day. It wouldn’t look weird for Eddie to stay at home since they rarely attended anything together save for award shows. Deandra felt like the plan would have a better effect if she were just merely out of the house for the night rather than in another city for several days, if not weeks. It made the whole thing more taboo, in her opinion.

When the night in question finally came around, your nerves kicked up. The finality of it all was starting to sink in. After tonight, there would be no way to hide anymore, no way to blend in with the crowd. You and Eddie both were about to be put at the mercy of public opinion and let the fans decide your ultimate fate out here in California.

Once Deandra had left to head out for dinner, and a suitably long enough time had passed, it was time. Eddie got everything ready while you got changed.

The backyard of your home wasn’t large by mansion standards, but it was far from small by normal standards. It was wider than it was long, holding a rectangle shaped pool with a built-in hot tub on the side closest to the house. Even with that space taken up, there was still room for a small yard complete with privacy fence on one side of the pool, and an outdoor cooking space on the other side. The view below took in the beach and beyond that the beautiful Pacific Ocean.

As the sun lowered past the midpoint of the horizon, the outdoor lights in this little backyard paradise automatically came on. While there were bright security lights at the front and sides of the house, back here the lighting was soft rather than bright, programmed with quiet relaxation in mind. Clear garden lights hung underneath the porch, illuminating the sitting area and hot tub with a gentle glow. Dimly lit solar lamps lined the pool area with enough light to watch your step. The pool itself was lit from within, the water glowing with a soft illumination. There were a few lights dotting along the structure of the house to add lighting to the house itself.

It was your quiet paradise that Eddie helped you find but had been unable to fully enjoy.

Until tonight, at least.

Once you heard the outside speakers begin to softly play some newer music that you both liked, you knew it was time. You made your way downstairs, wearing the bikini Deandra had bought for you earlier that week, your heart pounding the whole way. Every time you caught sight of yourself in a mirror, you couldn’t help but pause to gawk.

While it wasn’t so far away from your normal style that it looked completely out of place on you, it certainly displayed a lot more skin than you were normally willing to show. It fit you well though, the thin fabric hugging your body comfortably tight. Whoever designed it had both sex appeal and wearability in mind.

After a few stops just to stare at yourself, you finally made it to the dark kitchen and then the sliding door leading to the backyard. Looking out, you could see Eddie had already settled himself into the hot tub, his hair wet now and plastered back on his head. He was in a relaxed posed; both arms up behind him on the edge of the hot tub, with his head tilted back and eyes closed.

Your gaze shifted over to your yard, then let your eyes drift slightly beyond it to the vine covered fence. Somewhere in that area hidden by vines and shadows, you knew two of the slats in the fence had been cut from the outside. The hole this left could easily accommodate a wide-angle camera lens. It was a fairly recent vandalism, done within the last few weeks when the paparazzi really began staking out the house. And you knew with as many people that had been caught spying on the house in that same time period, it was likely that the hole was always manned.

Normally, this gross violation of privacy would have severely angered you, but now it had the opportunity to work in your favor. Whoever was currently behind the peep hole would be getting a clear view of everything that was about to happen.

You took a deep breath, tried to calm yourself one last time, and stepped out the door.

Eddie didn’t hear the door when you opened it, too lost in this peaceful moment of solitude. However, he did hear the soft click of it shutting over the low music and soft hum of the jets and lifted his head to turn towards you. It took a second for the image he was seeing to translate in his brain, but when it did, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

No matter how many times over the years that Eddie saw you naked or in something he thought was sexy, he always behaved like it was the first time.

“Goddamn babe,” he called out breathlessly, arms coming down from the edge of the hot tub so he could lean forward, forearms on his knees, as he carefully watched your approach.

You took your time as you made your way over to the hot tub, your eyes taking him in as much as he was you. The heat of water made his skin flushed, which when paired with the intense gaze he was giving you made him look almost feral.

A cool breeze blew in off the ocean just as reached the hot tub. With only the bikini covering you, goosebumps slightly rose up on your skin and you felt your nipples hardening at the temperature change. The thin fabric covering your tits did nothing to hide this, and you saw Eddie’s gaze dip down to your chest.

As you stepped down into the water, you watched his eyes darken as he took you in again now that you were at close range.

“Deandra did good, I take it?” you asked, making your way down the rest of the steps until you were standing on the bottom.

Eddie’s head rapidly bobbed up and down.

“My soon to be ex-wife has excellent taste,” he said, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his face started to grow more flushed.

Right as you started to lower yourself into the water to take the seat across from Eddie, he lifted one arm up and extended his hand out to you. You took a couple steps forward, closing the distance to accept the gesture by placing your hand in his. With a gentle tug on your arm, he pulled you into his lap, his free hand resting on your waist to help steady you as you positioned yourself to straddle his thighs.

“Hi there,” you said with a coy smile, your hands resting on his shoulders. “Come here often?”

“Not exactly here, per say,” Eddie replied with a chuckle as his hands rested comfortably on your hips, his head tilting back up to look at you. “But I hope that changes soon.”

With a smile, you leaned down to kiss him passionately. His response was immediate with no hesitation, his lips latching onto yours to return your intensity with his own. As your tongues met just inside his lips, Eddie slid one hand up your back, traveling upwards until it finally came to a rest on the back of your neck. He held onto you tightly, his remaining hand pulling at your hip to slide you forward in his lap.

With your bodies now so close together, chest to chest, you gave your hips a gentle roll against him. Eddie softly groaned into your mouth, his hips slightly thrusting upwards to match your movement.

Then he broke away from you just enough so he could speak, his eyes gazing up into yours.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked you, voice low and soft enough it couldn’t be heard by anyone else but you. “It’s not too late to back out.”

You shook your head.

“It is,” you said, lightly running your nails down the back of his neck. “They’ve got photos of us kissing now at least.”

Eddie studied your face, as if looking for any sign of hesitation, then nodded before returning his lips to yours.

It was a lot easier to let go and forget about your audience than you would’ve thought. But as Eddie’s lips moved downwards towards your neck, and then started sucking on that one spot just below your ear, everything around the hot tub just faded away.

You moaned softly, head tilting back as your hips pushed forward into his impulsively. A soft grunt left Eddie, his ass bucking up slightly at the feeling. You hadn’t done it very hard, just enough for him to feel you rub against his hardening length. But it was enough to spur him on.

The hand on your hip slipped down slightly to rest on your ass. Squeezing it tightly, Eddie pulled your hips forward again as he thrust his own towards you. You moaned softly into his mouth, helping him out by rocking your hips down into his thrusts. He stopped pulling at you when he realized you were matching the movements, instead holding onto you firmly as bucked up into you harder. His motions were rough enough to make your body jar upwards on his lap. You both swallowed each other’s moans, the thin fabric of your respective swimsuits doing little to dull the sensations of you grinding against each other.

Your hands slid down his back, raking his skin with your nails as they went. It wasn’t a hard scratch, but not a light one either, making Eddie hiss softly, his hips thrusting hard against you at the feeling.

Eddie’s lips traveled lower on your neck, down to your collarbone. There he started kissing and nibbling his way all the way across your chest, taking particular care to bite at the hallow of your throat. The feeling of his teeth bearing down on the delicate tendons just under the skin made you gasp, almost yelp even. You could feel Eddie’s lips twist upwards in a grin against your chest.

As he continued to make his way across, the hand on your ass slid lower, caressing down over the curve of the cheek until it was under you. His arm slid under your thighs and lifted you a little. This now put your chest at Eddie’s eye level, and he immediately dove forward for your tits. Holding you there, his lips latched onto one through the fabric of your bikini top. As his tongue swirled around one of your nipples, his free hand slid around from your neck to roughly grasp your breast from underneath.

“Mmm,” you moaned softly, as your back arched forward towards him.

One of your hands went to the back of his neck, steadying yourself as you pushed yourself back down to resume grinding against him. A loud groan erupted from Eddie, his hips thrusting up as he bit down on your nipple, making you gasp. He slowly pulled away, still holding it in his teeth for a second before letting go.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Princess,” he growled softly, but you could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“You don’t love me because I’m nice,” you said, smirking as you brushed your lips over his.

You felt him smile against your mouth and you softly ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom hip. Eddie shivered at the feeling.

“Good point,” he said softly, his hands moving to rest on your lower back. “But remember, sweetheart, I’m not particularly nice either.”

Eddie quickly brought one hand around to slide it between your bodies, pushing it down between your legs. He began rubbing his open hand back and forth over your mound, his palm gently pressing against your clit with each pass up. Your moaned softly, arching your chest forward, and Eddie slid the hand on your back further upwards to the rest between your shoulder blades. His fingers drifted apart with each pass, letting two fingers lay on either side of your slit to rub outer lips, while he pressed his middle finger down to rub between them.

With each pass of his finger, he stopped just shy of your clit, passing just close enough you could feel how close it, but not quite touching where you most wanted him to. Not until a soft whimper left your lips and your legs started to twitch did he finally oblige and give you want you wanted. He pulled his hand forward, drawing his middle finger up along your slit until he could slowly circle the tip around the sensitive nub.

The combination of the light pressure and the slick material of the bikini rubbing against your most tender areas soon had you quivering in his arms. Unconsciously, your hips started to move in small circles in tandem with the circles Eddie was making on around your clit. It added a new sensation, making his finger alternate between firm and featherlight pressure, teasing you one second then pleasuring you the next.

Your head tilted back again, eyes closed, and Eddie’s lips soon found the side of your neck. When your moans started to grow louder, he moved away from your clit to push his hand back between your legs. He wiggled his fingers past the edge of your bikini to push it aside and sink his middle finger all the way into you.

“Eddie, god,” you moaned, your nails digging into his back, as he slowly started to finger you. “Always feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he asked against your neck, and you nodded as his tongue traced over the purpling skin under his lips. “Love it when you call me your god.”

You moaned in response as he added his ring finger next to his middle and curled them both upwards, hitting just that right spot. Crying out loudly with your head thrown back, you held onto him tightly as your hips thrust forward against his hand. This pushed his fingers deeper and made you gasp.

When he started pushing the heel of his hand against your clit, grinding into it with every inward thrust of his fingers, it didn’t take long for you to come undone. Clenching around his fingers like a vice, you completely let go, screaming Eddie’s name along with incoherent praise.

Eddie continued to finger you through your orgasm, gradually slowing down as you came down from your high. When your moans softened into whimpers and you began squirming, he finally pulled his hand away, only to begin opening the front of his swim trunks.

As you shifted your hips back a bit to give him more room, some advice Deandra had given you came floating up in your memory.

“Remember, make it really good,” she had said. “And make it so damn dirty they’ve got no choice but to go straight to print, no matter how many favors they owe.”

In this brief moment of clarity, you realized that, yes, while this all had been very enjoyable so far, it was rather vanilla compared to what you were used to. It seemed like Eddie was holding back, either from his own nerves or his worries for how you were really doing with all this. He was going to need to get over his hesitation quickly if they really wanted to make headlines.

“Eddie? Baby?” you said softly, dragging the tips of your nails across his upper back. He grunted in response just as you felt his cock come free of his swim trunks. “I don’t think you fingering me and then me riding you with all the good stuff under water is going to cut it.”

Eddie paused for a second, then pulled back a bit to look at you, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“What do you have in mind, Princess?” he asked.

You inclined your head upwards towards the edge of the hot tub.

“Why don’t you hop up there, and I’ll show you,” you said, leaning in for a moment to flick your tongue over his lips.

You pulled yourself out of Eddie’s lap and he lifted himself out of the hot tub to sit right at the edge, his feet resting in the seat. As he did this, you briefly submerged yourself under water, getting yourself completely wet. Eddie watched as you resurfaced, leaning back on one hand, and lazily stroking his cock as you wiped the water out of your face.

It was quite the sight to open your eyes to and you couldn’t help but pause to watch for a few seconds. His grin got even bigger, watching your eyes move up and down in time with his hand and your lips open slightly.

Then you came forward to kneel between his legs on the seat he just vacated. One hand immediately went to his cock to bat his hand away, wrapping your fingers around his hard shaft in their stead. Kissing along his chest, you started working his cock with your hand. You kept a slow pace until your lips were at the base of his shaft, where you then ran your tongue down his full length.

Eddie’s legs twitched and he muttered a soft curse. You shifted your gaze up to see a soft look on his face despite how intently he was watching you. You paused, quirking a brow at him. He brought his other hand over to rest it on your shoulder, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze before sliding over to the back of your neck. With that last check in complete and permission to continue given, you turned your attention fully to his cock.

After slowly circling your tongue around the tip several times, you took the head of his cock into your mouth. Eddie started to let out a deep groan at the feeling of the warmth and wetness enveloping him, but it changed to a cry of surprise and pleasure as you hollowed out your cheeks to apply a deep suction.

“Fuck!” Eddie cried, his hand letting go of your neck to grip a handful of your hair instead. “S-shit, babe. That’s it. That’s my girl. You know how I like it.”

Indeed, you did, and you needed no further encouragement. You started bobbing your mouth up and down in just the head of his cock, keeping up with the slow rhythm of your hand stroking his shaft. Another low moan left Eddie, and you felt his fingers flexing in your hair. He wasn’t pushing or pulling at you yet, merely holding onto you.

As you increased the speed of your hand, you lowered your mouth down on him a little more with each downstroke. Already you could taste his precum, the tip of his cock leaking on your tongue and coating the roof of your mouth.

Once his cock was halfway in your mouth, you moved your hand away from his shaft and took the rest down your throat in one fast motion.

Eddie gasped loudly, and when you looked up you could see him staring at you in awe, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

“H-Holy s-shit,” he groaned before pinching his eyes closed and tilting his head back as his entire body shuddered.

You set a slow and steady rhythm, sliding all but the tip of his cock out of your mouth before taking it all back in again. The sounds Eddie made every time he felt your throat around his cock made your core throb.

After taking him down your throat a couple more times, Eddie’s moans became whimpers, and his hips began to twitch upwards. When that happened, you slid his cock from your mouth, your hand returning to stroke his shaft.

“Wanna do something really dirty?” you asked, batting your eyes up at him before flicking your tongue over the tip of his cock.

Eddie shivered and gasped, his eyes heavy lidded and dilated as he watched you.

“Maybe,” he said, brushing some hair away that had fallen in your face. “What were you thinking abo-“

The sudden halt in his speech was caused by you leaning up towards him just enough that the head of his cock nestled between your tits. You then angled yourself so that the length of his shaft was laying between them.

“Oh f-fuck yes,” he finally said, arching his hips up a little to thrust his wet cock upwards between your tits.

With a smile, you brought your free hand up to the bottom of your bikini top. You pulled it away from your chest just enough that you could easily slip his cock underneath. The new sensation of the wet fabric against one side of his cock and your smooth, warm skin on the other made Eddie groan. It seemed like he didn’t know what to do with his hand suddenly as he watched you with wide eyes, so he moved it behind him to lean on as well.

Shifting your body a little bit more, you got into a better position so it would be a smooth glide. You moved his cock a little bit then tilted your head down, taking a second to gather all the saliva in your mouth to spit it down between your tits and his cock. A stream of curses left Eddie’s mouth as he watched you do it again a moment later, this time directly on to his cock.

“Fucking hell,” he panted, legs twitching as you pushed your tits closer together with your arms, pushing them closer around his cock. “Always so fucking filthy for me, baby, fuck.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d let him fuck your tits. After nearly twenty years together, fifteen of which as lovers, there was very little you two hadn’t done together in bed. But it was one of those things that didn’t happen often, so when it did, Eddie went mad.

And, after fifteen years as lovers, you knew exactly what buttons were left to push before Eddie went absolutely berserk.

“Like that, baby?” you asked, moving your body so he cock began to glide easily between your tits at a steady pace.

“Fuck, baby, I fucking love it,” he groaned deeply.

Eddie’s ass was starting to buck up off the tiled edge of the hot tub. His breathing was becoming erratic, his cheeks turning red as he tried to hold onto himself for as long as he could. Your skin was smeared with precum as it leaked down his shaft. When you looked down and saw this, you paused temporarily and opened your mouth, letting him thrust the head of his cock past your lips so you could gently suck on it, cleaning it off. Eddie gasped loudly at the feel of your mouth around him again and you felt his whole-body twitch.

Suddenly, he completely stopped moving and leaned forward, taking ahold of both of your shoulders in order to push you away, his cock slipping free of your bikini top. You didn’t have time to say anything before he had jumped back in the hot tub with you. He took ahold of you then spun you around, pushing you to the edge of the hot tub so you were bent over it.

While there wasn’t much sense left in Eddie, there was enough to make him be careful of how he angled your body. He made sure to position you in such a way that nothing of yours could be seen or photographed by outside parties. That was his one stipulation to agreeing to this. He didn’t care who saw what of his, but the Full Y/N Experience, as he put it, was for his eyes only.

Once he had the angle right, where a semi side profile of your bodies could be seen, along with a left clear view of your faces, Eddie pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and held them open. Using his free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance and then pushed the head of his cock into you.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the side of the hot tub as both of his came up to grip onto your ass cheeks. He lifted them slightly and spread them, watching as he slowly sheathed himself deep inside your aching cunt. The feeling of him bottoming out made your legs tremble, a long moan leaving your throat at the feeling of him being so deep in you.

Eddie gave a couple of slow rolls of his hips, allowing you to properly feel his full length dragging through you. Low, deep moans left your throat, the slow pace making you want more. Soon though, he began to pick up the pace until he was finally slamming himself into you fast and hard.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you screamed, squeezing your eyes closed.

All you could do was hold onto the edge of the hot tub for dear life as he pounded into you from behind. He slid his hands up from your ass to take hold of your waist. He started pulling you backwards into each thrust, the force making you both gasp and moan together. The head of his cock pushed even deep inside you, hitting all your most sensitive inner areas. It wasn’t long before you could feel the coil inside you close to snapping.

“G-gonna cum,” you managed to gasp out.

Your words made Eddie’s thrusting slightly stutter, but not for long. He slid one hand down from your waist back between your legs, his fingers seeking out your clit to circle around it.

“M’close too,” he groaned out as your inner walls twitched around him when he swept the pad of his finger directly over your clit. “Want you to cum around me.”

With three more thrusts, Eddie’s wish came true, and your cunt clamped down around him as you came. The orgasm washed over your body hard, making your legs shake and your knees start to buckle. You screamed, crying out curses and his name in an incoherent mess of words.

The hand on your shoulder left it to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back and causing your chest to arch outwards. This also caused your hips to lift, giving Eddie a better angle to fuck straight into you.

He fucked you through your orgasm and wasn’t too far behind you. His thrusting was already growing harder and erratic as you were coming down from your high. The steady grip of your inner walls coaxed him along, and after a few more of those hard, deep thrusts, Eddie began to shoot his cum deep inside you.

“F-fuck!” he cried as his lower body slightly spasmed, the hand on your waist gripping you hard. “That’s it, fuck! Such a good girl for me, Y/N, fuck!”

The stream of cursing and praise that left Eddie’s mouth next was almost unintelligible as yours as he kept fucking you through his orgasm. His hips gradually slowed until he finally came to a stop, leaving his cock still buried in you.

You both were panting, exhausted messes. It took several moments before Eddie could even move in order to pull out of you. You whimpered at the loss of contact when he finally did, the motion making your legs tremble again. After tucking himself into his trunks, he helped you stand up and fix your bottoms, before dropping into seat you just fucked on. He pulled you down into his lap across his thighs, sitting there contently with your arms wrapped around each other.

It took a while before either of you felt like moving, supremely happy to just sit there together. You spoke softly about trivial things, exchanging soft kisses and caresses until the timer on the hot tub went down to zero and it shut itself off. That was your cue to finally go inside. After drying yourselves, the two of you went inside to shower then get ready for bed, both exhausted. Just before you went to sleep, Eddie wondered aloud to you about how long it would take for the photos to get out.

That question was answered barely two days later. Shortly after the nationally aired morning shows began for the day, you and Eddie were woken up by a phone call from Joe, telling you both to get down to his office as soon as possible. The label wanted the band and you assembled for a conference call with the executives.

About an hour later, once you all were assembled around Joe’s desk, he dialed into the labels conference room as he was instructed.

The phone call as brief as possible.

It hadn’t taken long for the photos to be picked up by a major tabloid. While the story hadn’t hit the printers yet, legitimate news outlets caught wind of the story and had already validated its legitimacy. There had only been short blurbs about it so far during the entertainment news, but everyone knew it wasn’t going to take long for the photos to be everywhere.

They were informed that Corroded Coffin’s contract with the label was terminated effective immediately with the upcoming tour cancelled.

They cited a morality clause in one of the subsections of their contract stating any behavior considered immoral or reprehensible by the label from any member of the band would be grounds for label to terminate their agreement with the band as a whole. Since the statement announcing Eddie and Deandra’s pending divorce hadn’t gone public yet, it was a clear-cut case of adultery. There was absolutely no way for the label to spin it into anything else and that created a big problem for the executives.

While they had no interest in continuing their relationship with Corroded Coffin, they assured the band they would not be put their names on any blacklists so that they may find another label to take them on during this next phase of their careers. They predicted that Corroded Coffin would have no trouble finding someone to quickly sign them on.

After wishing everyone well, and reminding you all that your NDAs still wouldn’t expire for years to come, the executives ended the call.

You all listened to the dial tone coming through the speaker phone for a few seconds before Joe finally hit the button to hang up.

Then the guys cheered with joy.

A tremendous feeling of relief washed over everyone in that office. Even Joe, while he didn’t fully approve of you and Eddie’s methods, definitely appreciated the outcome . He was happy to finally have the label out of his hair, too.

While none of you knew whether or not to believe the label executives at first, they held true to their word and did not blacklist the band in the industry. It didn’t take long before other labels started reaching out to Joe, interested in signing them. However, most of the labels he met with were offering deals way too similar to the one the guys just got out of. This time, they wanted to be much more careful. Since they actually had the clout now to be choosier, Joe put potential labels through far more scrutiny on their behalf.

In the meantime, Joe made sure they continued to work and perform, but things were much different now than before. The bigger venues were hard to book without the backing of a label, and the dive bars they started out in were too big of a security risk thanks to their fame. All that really left was the festival circuit and special appearances. But none of you minded though. Every show was much more relaxed than their previous concerts with the label had been, and definitely not as frantic and stressful as touring. The slower pace allowed them to begin recovering from the burnout their old label had pushed them into. Soon they were enjoying performing again. Even the writer’s block Eddie and Gareth had been experiencing started to lift, allowing them to write music again.

It really didn’t take that long to get a new record deal. Not in comparison to how long it took them to get their first deal, at any rate. The wait was worth it though.

A smaller label eventually contacted Joe, interested in signing Corroded Coffin. At first, he was leery of their interest. The label was relatively new, having only been founded within the last five years. They had a handful of artists signed, but none of them particularly famous outside of niche audiences. However, the label desperately wanted to sign them. Corroded Coffin would be their biggest act signed to date and would certainly start to make a name for the label. The label then extended the most generous offer the guys had received so far, allowing them total control over their careers and lives. It was an offer they couldn’t refuse.

Once they were signed, they immediately went into the studio to start recording the new material they all had been working on. Since they had gotten inspired in recent months, there ended up being way more music than they needed for an album. Rather than forcing them to pair it down, the label encouraged them to spread their creative wings and try something new.

This led to the release of a double disc album, “Destruction & Resurrection.” Most of the songs were veiled references to the hell their previous label put them through (Destruction) and taking back control of their lives and careers in the aftermath (Resurrection). It did very well among old fans and new. It rose through the charts quickly after release and soon they went on a very successful tour to promote it.

The difference between the old tours and this new one was obvious from the start. It was much more laid back, and not as hectic with so many guidelines the old label had them follow. They were finally able to enjoy the spotlight, enjoy being on stage together and enjoy all the benefits years of demanding work had yielded without someone else pulling the strings.

Not only that, you and Eddie weren’t having to sneak around in the shadows anymore. Since your relationship had remained public ever since the photos of you two in the hot tub made the news, you never left his side now except for when he was on stage.

But living life in the public eye wasn’t without its drawbacks, especially after a scandal of that magnitude.

The photos of you and Eddie had broken during the fast rise in popularity of internet being used as a way to connect with other people sharing similar interests. Among the discussions you saw about the band, the scandal was wildly talked about. Eddie’s name was once again tarnished for something he didn’t do, but this time you were taking the brunt of the blame. Most people had less than favorable opinions about you. People called you a home wrecker at best and a trailer trash slut at worse. You tried to not let it bother you, tried to not let it get under your skin, but it did at times. With the NDAs still in effect, you were forced to grin and bear it.

Once the latest tour wrapped up, with the labels blessing, Corroded Coffin took an extended break. They weren’t broken up by any means, but like all bands that stay together long term, they had all reached the point where they wanted to live their own separate lives. They wanted to stretch their wings out, rediscover themselves and learn what makes them tick. After so many years of working and traveling together, it was time.

Nick more or less retired from the public eye during this time. He and his wife had their first of four children together shortly after the tour concluded, and he wanted to spend as much time with them as he could.

Outside of having families themselves, Gareth and Jeff started a new project in order to experiment with the nu metal sound that had really become popular. It was fairly successful, featuring both Eddie and Nick on several of the songs.

Eddie and you led a pretty quiet life. Now that you weren’t forced to be shut ins in order to be together, you discovered now you preferred being at home together rather than going out. Outside of the occasional vacation with friends and family, you two spent most of your time at home. Though, one of those vacations did land you two on the front page of the tabloids again when you two were spotted vacationing in the Maldives with Deandra and her fiancée.

When the early 2000’s rolled around, the guys of Corroded Coffin were starting to feel a bit restless. The itch to write and perform together again was creeping in, and they started to talk about if it was time to start working a new album.

Fate decided to step in and give them the nudge they needed.

The producers of a popular horror movie series wanted to use a couple of Corroded Coffin’s songs in the latest movie. They were also asked if they would also write and record a brand-new song for the soundtrack. Since Eddie, you and Jeff were fans of the series, the band happily agreed.

While the movie itself ended up being one of the weaker installments of the series, it still did well enough at the box office to assure another installment. The soundtrack was highly praised and relaunched the name Corroded Coffin to a whole new generation of fans. They went back into the studio to record again.

The success of their following album led to them being approached by VH1 executives with an offer. They wanted to do an episode of Behind the Music on Corroded Coffin detailing their rise to fame, the scandal that resulted in their expulsion from their first label, their reinvention under the new label and the lives they lead now. The offer was thrilling, and everyone readily agreed. There was very little haggling over the script and the questions, which seemed a little odd at first to the producers. Usually there is always something the guests didn’t want to talk about, but everyone seemed perfectly willing to bare it all.

What the producers of VH1 didn’t realize was, all of the NDAs the group signed with the first label had expired the prior year. You and Eddie were done lying and gave everyone your blessing to tell the real story.

It didn’t take long for before VH1 realized what a goldmine they had. As the story unfolded, the entire structure of the episode changed. Instead of presenting them as former hard partying rockers that got knocked down several pegs by the front man’s scandalous love affair, they were presented as a band held prisoner by a former label that controlled everything from to who they dated and what they wore. Everyone interviewed for the episode confirmed every bit of the story, from Joe’s widow Valerie and Diandra herself, to Eddie’s longtime friends Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson.

Corroded Coffin’s episode of Behind the Music shocked the music world. While everyone was moved by what all the guys went through, hearing about what happened to you and Eddie broke hearts.

As it turns out, the men in suits at that first label had been wrong.

Everyone on the internet agreed. Eddie Munson being with his high school sweetheart for over twenty years, not to mention the lengths that you two went to finally be together, was very fucking metal.

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[sashi-ya]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [chapter five]

ʚ masterlist: part 1; part 2; part 3 ; part 4 ; final ʚ tw: slow, sloooow burn. But wait, WAIT I promise you will have good romance veeery soon. have fun searching about what noctilucas are, they will be very important in the final chap :3

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭

The ticket won’t scan. “Ugh, for fucks sake! Why…” you protest, trying for the machine at the airport to scan the code from your phone. The new check in system seamed convenient in the beginning, but you clearly checked it wasn’t the case.

Once, twice, and even for the fifth time a huge red X appears on the screen. People behind you begin to complain as why “someone is blocking the damn machine”.

“Ok, ok!!! This shit isn’t working!” you grunt, letting the idiots behind you pass. Nothing seemed to be going well since the very beginning you put a foot in this city. First, the con incident. Then, Law and all of the things that happened in less than 24 hours. And now, there seems to be a strong invisible force playing with you once again.

You just wanna leave. You don’t want to know anything about this place… never again.

Checking your phone, you see time flies as the airplanes in the sky. So, you need someone to scan your ticket, or you won’t be able to flight back home.

“Now, where is this damn airline located?” you ask yourself, looking all around to see if you can find any sign of such company.

Of course, it seems as everybody is running late to go somewhere -even if their flights aren’t due for at least 3 hours from now-. But this is the big city, after all. Some push you, as they run with their carry ons. Others click their tongues instead of asking you politely to move to the side. In any case, you are fed up.

You thankfully and finally devise the name of the airline a few halls away, so, you are ready to push everyone who gets in the middle. If they aren’t polite with you, then you shouldn’t either.

When you finally get there, the only free counter awaits for you. And so, you run towards it, since you are most probably about to miss your fly.

“HI! THE SCAN ISN’T WORKING PROPERLY, MY TICKET ISN’T WO-“ “HI! I NEED TO KNOW IF A PASSENGER HAS ALREADY LEFT, PLEASE! IT IS AN EMERGENCY!”

Two voices crash into each other. Shoulders too. A pair of woman’s hands, and a pair of inked ones grab for dear life to the counter, startling the assistant.

“I can help you both, but please one at a time” the lady behind the counter says, with widen eyes and ready to call security.

However, what she says lacks importance, as your eyes meet the eyes of the man that is right next to you.

“What are you doing here, Law?”

“(Name)-ya…” he sighs. His cheeks, once again, turn red. His crystal eyes are unable to look at yours any second longer. “I am… really….so-“

Your lips tremble. There is something you still can’t process, and it is the fact that this could have been like a romantic movie.

“I- It’s ok… how did you know?” you ask, confused. You are sure you never told him which airline you were flying with.

“That, I can explain” Penguin, Law’s friend arrives panting. “So, naturally, we shouldn’t do this… but, for a friend in love we thought it was ok…” he says, lifting his finger and almost receiving a punch from Law.

“Penguin! I-…” Law screams, but Bepo joins the conversation along with Shachi. Both, of course, also panting, and sweaty.

“(Name)! I’m really sorry. I knew you were traveling around this hour and since I follow you on Instagram I know were you live… so…”

“So, we searched for possible flights to your hometown around this hour. And we were left with at least 4 different airlines. We split up to find you, and the best thing is that it seems as if Law had to be the one to do so” Shachi adds, pushing a flustered surgeon.

You can’t help but giggle. This could be considered stalking, but you are sure these guys have no ill intentions whatsoever. It is, in any case, sweet.

“Guys, you are true detectives… even if I am glad to see you again, I’m still a little bit confused to why you are here” you lie, because you clearly hear Penguin say “a man in love” when he was talking about Law.

Law clears his throat, and moves you the side, as some rude passengers were also annoyed at the fact their tickets weren’t scanning and needed to get to the counter.

He looks at the guys, who quickly understand he wishes to be alone with you and leave faster than Flash himself.

“So, (Name)-ya… I am really sorry for bothering you. I know you are about to board a plane, but, I needed to apologize. I didn’t act properly yesterday” he says, with his eyes glued to the dirty floor of the airport.

You smile, softly. You aren’t sure why he is apologizing, or why you seemed to be that important, but your heart is glad he did.

Before you could think of the right words to say, you search inside your bag. There was something you still owe him; the polar bear plushie.

“I- It’s ok, Law. You shouldn’t have bother to come all the way here… however, I am glad you did” you say, stretching your hand towards him.

He looks closely to the white fluff coming from your palm, remembering the charm he gave you. And then looks at you with the eyes of a kid.

“I needed to give it back to you. I was planning on sending it back to you whenever I got home… but here you are so…” you murmur, as your voice slowly soothes. You can’t help but feel weak and defenceless when you see him looking at you that way.

His inked fingers graze your palm, as he takes the charm. He is reluctant to do so, or at least that’s what it looks like to you. It also feels like he wanted to say something else, and indeed, you wish he did.

“Thank… you. I wouldn’t mind you having it a little longer. In fact, you can keep it. You will be back here, right?” he asks, offering you the plushie again.

You aren’t really sure about what to answer to his question. A few minutes ago, you wish to never ever come back to his town; however, now, your heart wish for you not to take that plane back home.

You hesitate whether taking the charm with you or not, but he seems to insist. Law is clearly not good at expressing his emotions, so perhaps the only way he has to do it is by offering you something you can keep with you.

But, what did make him change again? Why did he get so distant all of a sudden, and now, he is asking you for forgiveness?

“Law… I- I am not sure. I…” you stutter but grabbing his “gift” either way. It is as if your body wouldn’t want you to say no, even if your reason would.

Law plays with one of the little hoops hanging from his ear as he takes enough air to speak. “It’s ok if you don’t want to come back. Either way I want you to keep it. Maybe as a way of remembering not everything was so bad when you came here”

Your eyes soften. Your muscles too. With your head tilted to the side, you give him a smile and press the plushie against your chest.

“I will make sure to take care of it. Give me your phone number, Law… So, I can send you some pictures of it whenever I am home” you tell him, even if the real reason wasn’t exactly that one.

You search for your phone and give it to him, waiting for his fingers to type those ten numbers. Law grabs it, and one by one he adds the digits. He still gives your wallpaper a misgiving look, even if he knows the man in the photo is no other than your cousin.

“Uh… that’s Luffy… my cousin” you murmur, pointing at the screen.

Law nods, with puppy eyes. And the sudden realization of why he acted the way he did, hits you… jealousy.

You sweetly take the phone back, smiling at the name he chose to give to himself to save his contact; “Sora the Warrior of the Sea”

“Sora? You are amazing, Law…” you giggle, acknowledging how hard he is trying to look cool upon you.

He even smirks softly, despite how ashamed he feels and waits for you to finally ask about your defective ticket.

It turns out that it was a system failure, that somehow worked in favour of Law and you. Who knows, it might be destiny, or just a simple coincidence.

Of course, you should hurry up. Despite the airline acknowledging their problem, the plane won’t be waiting for you much longer.

“Law, if you wanna go back… it’s ok, you don’t have to wait for –“ “(Name)-ya, give me your luggage. I will carry it for you” Law says, clearly showing you with actions he doesn’t want you to go or at least to spend the most next to you.

You allow him to do so; you don’t mind walking through such busy airport next to a hot edgy doctor, after all.

But the line isn’t that long, and it’s time for you to go through to security to finally disappear behind frosted glass walls.

“So… it’s time” you murmur, with a pain in your heart a little difficult to explain.

He nods, this time he doesn’t look serious, but sad. Yet, he can’t stop you. He knows he couldn’t.

“(Name)-ya, take care please…” he whispers, giving you the handle of your carry on. And those words seem not to be enough to tell you the things his eyes are telling.

You nod, whispering a “you too” that he can barely hear. Your throat feels dry, and somehow it seems difficult to go away from there.

You show him the little fluffy ball in your hand, as you begin to walk away. Steps you take so slowly, somehow feeling you are missing something. Was it something you left at the hotel? Or was it something you didn’t properly pack?

No… it isn’t something tangible.

“Wait, (Name)-ya!” you hear, everything jolts inside you and your eyes widen when you feel the soft hand of a surgeon grab your wrist.

Softly, you turn around, discovering Law’s lips barely separated and eyes that are now filled with bravery and determination.

“Yes, Law?” you murmur, taking the same two steps you took to go away, to come back to him.

“Promise me you will send me a text when you get home… please?” he says stopping himself from moving any further. Even if, he just wanted to kiss you.

A little disappointed, yet with a softened heart, you give him a sweet smile. “I will, I promise…” you whisper, getting on tippy toes just to kiss his cheek, this time, closer to his lips. “Promise me, then, that you will come and visit me in the summer…”

Law nods, taking his hand to the place you just kissed. His silvery eyes can only reflect yours, and the subtle smile that invades his lips will be the face you will remember until you see him again someday.

His hand slides as you begin to walk towards security check, finally letting you go when not a single molecule can’t still hold to your forearm skin.

Before the glass doors close, you take a last look at his cheeks that are now looking like caramel apples.

“Goodbye, Law… don’t forget about me~” you mouth, while waving your hand.

“Bye, (Name)-ya…”

…

Six months after…

The days at the country side turned more enjoyable than you would have thought they ever will... Sunsets were more beautiful than before, the sounds of the waves crashing on the coast so near your home, finally told you stories of waiting lovers. And not a single day went by, without you sighing his name.

Your cosplay career kept growing, and you even started writing the most beautiful love stories ever told. There was someone who made your heart beat, and the inspiration for those stories only came from the things you wish you were living with him.

You had a special ringtone set for when Law texted you; the moment the word “Sora” appeared on your screen your eyes would shine as much as the stars in the same vast sky that somehow join both of you.

You planned so many cosplays together -even if he never thought of doing them, he would just because he wanted to see the smile that invaded your face through endless videocalls.

The weather was becoming hotter, and the new conventions were already scheduled; therefore, you had to start working on your next projects…

20:46 Sora (Law)> Name-ya, I won’t be able to use my phone in the following hours. Got a big surgery coming next. Sleep early today, you should rest. Don’t over work yourself. 20:47 you > yes, Doc. You too. Why are you operating so late, though? 20:48 Sora (Law)> too long to explain, but the operation was scheduled for today 6 months ago. Eat something and sleep. Goodnight. 20:48 you > ok… I wanted to show you some pics of the Noctilucas, but I will send them tomorrow. Have… fun? Bye bye 👋

You let your phone over the table, worried. Law is not usually very romantic, but he definitely never texted you this way. Of course, you couldn’t protest… after all, Law was just a friend to you… a friend with whom you could chat until falling asleep, and even sometimes doing it while on video call. A friend who cared for your wellbeing, and a friend who tells you everything he does from the time he opens his eyes, to the time he closes them in bed.

“Is Law lying? Why would he?” you ask yourself, as you stand up and walk through the window of your kitchen.

The noctilucas were on full bright; those tiny little sea creatures emanating a bright blue light from the sea could only remind you of Law. For some reason, you associate that shiny cerulean colour to Law’s inner power to make your heart get in shambles…

“I wish you were here, Law…” you sigh, with the painful need of ignoring a thought that has invaded your mind since you read his text… “There is no way Law would have a big surgery scheduled during a Friday night. He probably has a date. Yes… that should be… he owns me nothing, after all…”

To be continued - next part here

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solace [masky / hoodie x reader] — chapter i.

Two years after the disappearance of Tim and Brian, you were finally ready to move on with your life and attend university in a new city. As you prepare to leave, your innocent quest for online furniture shopping devolves into an insidious nostalgia trip as you reminisce your missing best friends.

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit content, including rape/non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

You knew there would be a storm tonight. The sky flushed with muted shades of blue, dark opaque clouds roaming above, covering the rest of the city and blocking out any sunlight. However, it wasn’t like you needed the sun. In fact, you were perfectly pleased without it. You had contented yourself with spending the entire afternoon cooped up in your room, browsing through the many tabs of furniture that IKEA had to offer. While the selection was plentiful, they were missing one thing—something you actually liked. With a sigh of frustration, you put your laptop down and flopped back onto your bed.

It wouldn’t be long until you would be moving to university, just a few weeks away, and you still hadn’t picked anything. Maybe it was your fault for renting an unfurnished apartment, but you liked the idea of decorating everything precisely as you wanted it. That, and it was cheaper as well.

Your parents had agreed to help you move your pre-existing things and assist in assembling the newly required furniture when it arrived. After all, they would be within driving distance of your new home, just two hours North. You knew the travel between the two cities was inconvenient, only really doable by car, hence the new place.

Why you attended a university two hours away when you could attend the prestigious university in your current area was beyond most people. The truth was that you hadn’t been accepted to the one close to you, and either you’d attend the one that granted you acceptance or none at all. Of course, you kept this fact well hidden from everyone around you, including your own family as well.

While the university in your area was prestigious, it wasn’t by any means Ivy League or even close. Your grades were just lacking, to say the least. But you would never want to suffer the shame of having to admit something like that. And so you lied, telling everyone you just wanted a new experience. Something along the lines of seeing the world and making new friends. What bullshit, you thought.

Then again, however, there was some truth to that statement. It was possible that a change of pace, a breath of fresh air, and a new start would do you good. You had never lived anywhere else, and perhaps you could use some adventure or at least a new city to explore. Your hometown had gotten stale and rather suffocating for you to live in. Not only were you tired of the same mundane everyday routine, but you also constantly suffered from a weight that hung over you, no matter where you went.

It could only be natural, though. After all, too much had happened for you to be able to just shake things off and leave them in the past. Not that you didn’t try, you did. You did your best to rid yourself of the sullen atmosphere constantly lingering over you. You went to therapy and talked to people, but nothing changed. It was just too much, too soon, too hard. Even though it had been two years since the incident initially happened, your memories held far longer, far more than just that.

Maybe it was just an unfortunate event for the rest of the city. At the time of the incident, the residents had been sent into a panic, but as more time passed, what happened was no longer relevant, no longer thought of, and no longer worth caring about. Everyone moved on with their daily lives, returned to what they were doing previously, and continued like nothing had happened. Everyone save for you and a few others. But there was no reason for it to have affected anyone else; you knew that they didn’t share the memories you had, didn’t experience the events you did, and didn’t know the story like you knew. Like you still know. You swore you’d never forget.

Your online furniture shopping quest was long since over. You were no longer in the mood to do such frivolous things, not when the same thoughts that had haunted you for the past couple of years rose back up from the dead. You stood up from the bed and turned your laptop off, causing the music you played in the background to sharply cut off. The room was now completely silent like it always was when you allowed yourself to reminisce about the past. Inhaling slowly, you took a deep breath to steady yourself before you opened your closet, reaching into one of the bottom shelves. Your hands brushed across the familiar texture of cardboard. Sliding your hands underneath the box, you picked it up and took it out of the closet. You could see the memorabilia peeking out of the box as you set it down on the floor before you, sitting down cross-legged next to it.

Taking out the first item was always the same. It sat at the very top, covering everything beneath it as if it was the lid of the box. Touching your hands to the soft fabric of the hoodie, you brought it up to your face, leaning in and smelling it. Maybe that was weird, but at least it was strange in the privacy of your own bedroom; nobody else had to know about this. Inhaling the scent of citrus and pine, you noticed it had somewhat faded since the last time you took it out. It had been quite a while, so it was only natural, yet you still felt a tinge of sadness, wondering just how much more time it would take until the scent was gone entirely, leaving you with nothing at all. You wished for the ability to freeze time, solely for this piece of clothing, so that the harsh tides of time wouldn’t wash away the remaining fragrance, leaving you exclusively with wreckage. The scent wasn’t particularly delightful; it was likely some cheap, far too strong—although that did turn out to be in your favour—male deodorant spray. But it smelled like him.

It smelled like him, and that was one of the few things you had left. You were grateful for it.

Tim was going through his emo phase when he owned that hoodie, although he was robbed of the chance to grow out of it. You wondered, if he was still here, would he have grown out of it by now? Probably, you thought. Likely, he’d be going to university as well. With his grades when he was still here—he never cared much for school—he probably would’ve had to attend the same university as you. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so alone.

It wasn’t even a question when it came to Brian. Putting down the black hoodie and picking up Brian’s notebook, you knew for a fact he would have easily gotten into almost any university he wanted. Perhaps you were biased, but you believed it to be accurate, regardless, that Brian was a genius. You thought so then and still felt so now as you looked through his notes. His writing was clear, his notes were organized and neat and always came in useful when you or Tim chose to sleep in during class. It was surprising that he was in the same classes as you or any of your courses at all, considering how he could’ve taken them all at a higher level. You wondered if he just chose not to, for whatever reason. If it were you in his place, you likely would have stayed back to remain with your friends. You would’ve done anything to be by their side.

Outside your room, the rumbling of thunder could be heard. Glancing out the window, you saw a brief flash of lightning. The storm came on fast. You actually quite appreciated stormy weather. While most people held disdain for it, you found the roar of thunder soothing in some strange way. You continued looking out the window, watching as the strikes of lightning lit up the sky like New Year’s Eve, counting down the seconds until the sound of thunder was heard. You didn’t need to do so; you knew you were safe in your home, but nonetheless, it had become a habit of yours.

“Do you know how to tell the distance between lightning and thunder?” Brian asked. The three of you were sprawled over the roofed area of the back porch, watching as droplets rained down upon you, the sky filled with dense, thick clouds.

“You just count the seconds in between,” you grumbled, thinking he was taking you for an idiot, “everyone knows that.”

“No, not exactly. You have to divide by three.” You rolled your eyes at Brian correcting you. He often did it, and while you were impressed by all the random facts he knew, you didn’t appreciate being constantly wrong, even though you were accustomed to feeling stupid around Brian. After all, you copied off his homework. It wasn’t solely because you were lazy. That alone said enough.

“Aw, is someone pouting now?”

Tim loved teasing you and now was no exception. It was a common occurrence that he would be getting on the last of your nerves while Brian was audience to it. You knew that Brian would step in if things got too far, but until then, he found amusement in the petty squabbles you two would have. He just didn’t show it.

“Shut up. I’ll beat your ass.” you jokingly threatened Tim, but if he ever pushed it, you wouldn’t hesitate to make truth of your threat, and the both of you knew that. It didn’t happen as often as it used to; however, you regularly got into fights when you were younger. Back then, you were stronger than him, and your battles tended to result in Tim getting upset and then complaining to Brian, who always played peacekeeper. Things changed after puberty. You stood at an unfortunate [height] while Tim had grown to an approximate 180, and while he wasn’t as tall as Brian—who was at least 185cm—he had the muscle to make up for it. You no longer stood a chance against him, let alone be able to win fights like you did pre-puberty. However, the two of you would still play fight, and he’d still entertain you and go easy. Tim had accidentally used too much strength a few times, and you’d get a minor injury of sorts, but those times were far and few between.

Whenever that happened, Tim always insisted that he didn’t care and that you had it coming, all while Brian would be helping you up and telling Tim off. You never took it personally when it happened since you were friends, and you did kind of have it coming. As much as he would say he didn’t feel bad, you know that he secretly did because he was always friendlier than usual for the upcoming days afterwards.

“One Mississippi.” Tim counted, interrupting your thoughts. There had been a flash of lightning.

“Two Mississippi.” Your turn. It would be Brian after.

“Three Mississippi,” he said, right on time.

The three of you counted to twelve in turn before the inevitable crash of thunder was heard, a deep rumbling that shook the skies.

“Four kilometres.” Brian noted, and you replied, “Yeah, we get it. You’re good at math.”

Tim snickered. “Not like it’s basic math or anything.”

He earned himself a light smack on the upper arm. You saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards right before he jumped on you, tackling you to the ground. You wrestled against his grip, which he never held too firmly, and you managed to eventually roll out from underneath him, panting for air.

“You two are children,” Brian commented, stifling a giggle.

“You’re the same age as us!” you yelled.

“Not maturity-wise,” he responded.

“Whatever you say.” you scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest, beginning to pout.

As the three of you turned your attention back to the storm brewing above, you watched in unison the bright flashes of the sky and counted in unison the seconds between the next clap of thunder. Eventually, you started feeling cold, asking to return indoors.

And so you did, but that was not the last time there was a storm, nor was it the last time the three of you counted for it. You had been together counting for every storm since, almost like a tradition, and as the three of you were rarely apart, you had not missed a single one since.

Now that it was just you, you vowed to continue your tradition. For them. In memory of them.

You were still clutching Brian’s notebook, gaze frozen towards the window, when you slowly woke from your daze. You absentmindedly flipped through the rest of the pages in the notebook until you noticed something odd that caught your eye. Flipping back a few pages to where you had seen it, you looked at the doodle on the page. It was a small, crudely scribbled drawing of something resembling a stick man with many trees surrounding him. Seven, to be exact. You frowned. You found something about the drawing eerie and unsettling, but you weren’t sure what exactly it was. Maybe it was just the fact that Brian never typically drew, or it was the lack of context behind the drawing, or perhaps the strange style in which it was drawn, resembling a child’s art in one of those classic horror movies. Why had Brian drawn this? Did it matter? You weren’t sure of the answer.

Lightning flashed outside your window, a bright beam shooting down from the sky. You began your count, “One Mississippi, two Mi—” and then you were cut off by the loud crash of thunder. You didn’t know how to do the exact math, but you were sure it would equal less than a kilometre, the closest it’s ever been. Previously, you had only counted up to three Mississippis, and it was with Tim and Brian. You shuddered, a chill running over your skin, the air in the room suddenly dropping a few degrees.

It couldn’t have been anything. Surely not. There’s nothing objectively wrong right now; I should just calm down. Taking a deep and slow inhale, you tried to steady your breathing and heartbeat, which was beginning to accelerate. Breathing out, you closed the notebook shut, putting it back inside the cardboard box. You did the same with the hoodie, and you pushed down the two flaps of cardboard on top, closing it and then placing it back inside the closet. Back where it belonged. A case safely storing your memories, something to be left in the closet, doors shut, lingering in the past—it was anything but.

You had told yourself that you would leave it here, leave the box of things here and all the memories attached to it in this home. You would start anew, meet new people, befriend them, look towards the future, and forget about the past. But deep down in your heart, you knew you just couldn’t do it. While you had given up on finding them sometime around a year ago, after exhausting your efforts and staying up each night, you hadn’t moved on. From the search, perhaps, but not from the loss. As you glanced at the box you had just placed down, you already knew it would be coming with you to your new apartment.

And that each time you missed home, you could take out the box and still feel like a small part of them was with you. It could almost be as if they never left your side. Like they were still here. Like things were normal.

Like your world hadn’t fallen apart right in front of your eyes.

Crawling into bed, you pulled the covers over your body, deciding it was a good day for an early bedtime. Hiding in the comfort of your sheets, you counted the distance between the times your bedroom was set alight and listened as the thunder cried, slowly drifting off to sleep. 

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Always You

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART ONE

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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            The party was in full swing. You felt out of your element. Though you were raised on the island with best of them, you never truly did fit in. Resigned to the corner of the packed room, you watched absent-mindedly as your former classmates partied around you. It was like you all were still in high school despite having graduated five years ago. It was incredibly surreal, considering. Just eight months ago you were living in the city three hours away, freshly graduated with a bachelor’s degree under your belt & living in your own apartment. You still lived there, you were just taking some time off between university & getting your career started. All for him.

            Tyson Kearney has been the most popular boy in your high school. He had also been your biggest crush. But you never let him know. What would the most popular guy in school have to do with the weird, loner girl? He had the pick of the litter, why would he have picked you? Of course, once you graduated high school, Tyson hardly every crossed your mind. He had been an adolescent crush, one that would live & die in the hallways of your high school. Yet here you were, calling yourself his girlfriend as he insisted on you coming back to your hometown to visit. You still couldn’t believe the scenario you found yourself in. You—the loneliest girl in school—attending a party with the most popular guy in school five years later. It was unimaginable. But you loved it nonetheless.

            Across the room, you watched as Tyson stood in the kitchen surrounded by friends & admirers alike. His blonde hair was kept in a low, loose bun; a few strands had slipped & brushed along the side of his face. His tanned golden skin was evident of his days spent in the sun as a surfing instructor. He had been ridiculously cute in high school, but now, five years later, he only grew to be more handsome, charming. And he was…yours. You couldn’t believe it. All it took was posting a thirst trap on your story & Tyson slid on through. Initially, it had begun strictly sexual. After explicitly flirting with each other for three months, Tyson had offered to drive to the city to see you, or rather, fuck you. You were driving each other crazy with the nudes being sent back & forth & messages that gave great detail as to what you each wanted to do to the other. Boy, did he come through.

            You had had plenty of sex & had a number of sexual partners since moving away from the island, but never had any of those encounters been as gratifying as sex with Tyson Kearney surprised you to be. Before you knew it, Tyson & you were making plans left & right for him to come see you in the city to roll around in your sheets. You were in absolute bliss. And shock. Even now, you still found yourself in disbelief that you & Tyson were together. Eventually the amazing sex had led to feelings being caught & after sleeping together for three months, you confessed to Tyson that you wanted more. To your surprise, he felt the same.

            So, here you were, back in your home town for the summer, at a mansion party—like the ones you never got invited to in high school—watching your boyfriend make a group of people laugh as he stood in the center of them. The second you walked through the front door this evening, you had easily resorted to being the quiet loner girl that you knew yourself to be in high school, but you didn’t mind. At the age of 23, the things that bothered you about yourself in high school didn’t hit the same now. You enjoyed your solitude. You enjoyed even more watching someone who you could potentially love one day, be the exact opposite of you & not feel any discomfort. You were happy with him.

            The red solo cup in your hand felt light though. You glanced down, surveying that you had only a few sips left of the cheap beer. Tossing the rest back, you threw it in a nearby trash before making a break for the nearest exit. You were craving a smoke—a habit you picked up in high school on the days when you had no one to talk to. Cigarettes always listened. Before you slid out the back door, you felt Tyson’s stare & glanced over your shoulder. He raised his brows in concern but you smiled, shaking your head once, letting him know you were okay. He smirked that half-smile of his you adored then slipped out.

            Summer nights on the east coast were, without a doubt, the best. You loved the city, & couldn’t ever imagine moving back to the island, but these summer nights sure made you feel at peace mixed with a tinge of nostalgia. Descending the stairs from the back patio, you reached the bottom & made your way toward the ocean. Once on the beach, you could still hear the party happening behind you. You took a moment to be grateful for being at a party with Tyson—something you often fantasized about in high school—then pulled out your pack of smokes. You’d always need your moments to yourself though, no matter who you were with or where you were, your alone time mattered.

            The drags of the nicotine calmed the nerves that had built up steadily throughout the evening. Sure, you were unbothered being at a party surrounded by your former peers, but still, the social anxiety you never outgrew. The sun had set not long ago, so the sky was still a soft blue but it’d be dark in no time. You resolved you’d stay out on the beach till then. Just a little time to yourself.

            After snuffing out your second cigarette, you heard the sound of footfalls behind you. A small smile graced your lips, knowing Tyson would come looking for you eventually. He continued to surprise you in your newfound relationship. You couldn’t separate your idealized version of Tyson from high school to the Tyson you were dating now. It’s why you often found yourself referring to him with both his first & last name, like he was a celebrity or household name. On the island, he surely was. But as you two grew closer, you learned he too needed moments of peace when surrounded by friends. It pleased you that he would follow you out, choosing you over his small island fame.

            “Got a smoke I can bum?” The footfalls stopped beside you & were followed by a voice that did not belong to Tyson. Craning your head upwards, you followed the length of the guy before to his face. For a moment you didn’t recognize him, other than of course that he was clearly a Kook like the rest of em. His narrowed blue eyes peered into your own. Dropping your gaze, you fingered a cigarette out of your pack before raising for him to take. You felt uncomfortable. You weren’t sure why. Of course, you could’ve guessed it was because it was a stranger & never did well with new people but there was something else, something more that you couldn’t place your finger on.

            “A light?” He asked further. Leaning slightly back, your heels digging into the sand to find your center balance, you dug out your matchbook from your skirt pocket. Handing it to him, you didn’t miss the judgment in his raised brows as he slipped the matches from your fingers. The feel of his skin against yours made your body erupt with goosebumps. The dirty blonde struck a match, bringing the light to the end of the cigarette. The fire cast a focused light across his features. As he inhaled deeply, the cherry end burning bright, his eyes fell to yours. Your lips parted. You remembered him. How could you forget?

            “You were always so desperate to be different from the rest of us.” Rafe spoke down to you as he dropped the matches into your lap. Ignoring his comment, knowing he was looking to get under your skin, you raised to your feet, brushing the sand off your skirt. You went to pass him when he stepped in your way. “What? No ‘hey Rafe, been a while. Lookin’ good, great party, thanks for the invite.”

            “I didn’t know it was your party or else I wouldn’t have come.”

            Rafe exhaled, a cloud of smoke appearing before a knowing smirk, “We both know that’s bullshit. Why you’re Tyson Kearney’s girl. Anywhere he goes, you go.”

            “Whatever.” You murmur, tucking your hands into your denim jacket, “Move.”

            Rafe took another drag, his eyes trailing the length of you. You felt yourself shifting under his unwavering gaze. You hated the way he looked at you, the way he always looked at you. While high school had passed by relatively smooth thanks to your anonymity, there had always been one person that would go out of his way to notice you. Rafe Cameron was the main cause behind any unhappy memories from your time in those hallways. There weren’t many; it wasn’t like he would seek you out every day, but at least a few times a year would he find a way to corner & humiliate you.

            Despite his unwelcome attention though, he never did it in front of others. It was like he saved his torture of you solely for himself. Perhaps if others could have seen how cruel he could be they would’ve said something but would they have? You didn’t think as much. He was the Kook King of the island, after all. He was also your boyfriend’s former best friend. The two of them were tight as hell in high school, hardly ever separated, except for when Rafe would seek you out. But after high school, the two grew apart. At least that’s what Tyson told you. Tyson was ready to grow up but Rafe only wanted to party. You could see now that that hadn’t changed much in the five years since you last saw him.

            “Does Tyson know? Is that why you wouldn’t have come?” Rafe questions, smoke spilling from his lips as he asked. You knew what he was referring to. Your stomach churned at the thought, having wiped your memory clean of that night. Until now.

            You never told Tyson about Rafe’s secret harassment of you in high school. You hadn’t seen the point. Maybe if he & Rafe were still friends when you two started dating you would’ve said something but that hadn’t been the case. Yet here you are. Part of you knew though that even if they were friends like they had been before the likelihood of you telling him was still low. You didn’t want anyone to know about it. Your crush on Tyson, your loneliness, Rafe’s torture…it all died in the hallways the second you graduated. You didn’t want to remember.

            “He doesn’t.” Rafe stepped forward, intentionally blowing smoke in your face. You wouldn’t give him what he was looking for. You weren’t the same girl he picked on. Standing your ground, you glared hotly at him, “I’m not scared of you anymore, Cameron. So this intimidation tactic you’re going for isn’t going to work. Grow up.”

            Shouldering him out of your way, you heard as Rafe laughed softly behind you. But he let you leave. Exhaling heavily, you released the tension that had built up in your muscles. Smiling to yourself, you were proud that you had done that. Rafe Cameron had another thing coming if he thought you were going to sit there & take it like you had years prior. Climbing the stairs back to the mansion, you slid open the door & began your search for Tyson. It was time he knew the secret you had kept hidden for so long.

            A couple hours had passed since you returned to the party. It was a little past midnight & Tyson was well beyond drunk. His skin was flushed & his laugh was boisterous. You had yet to tell him about your encounter with Rafe, let alone your history with him. But you didn’t mind. As long as you were with him Rafe wouldn’t come for you. It’s not that you thought he would but you feared he’d be intrigued by your change, your growth. Rafe, as far as you knew, like to exert his energy on the weak. You refused to be weak again. You weren’t the sad 17 year old anymore. Tyson was seated next to you on a couch, his hand resting on your thigh, as he was deep in conversation with two other people. You recognized them as people in Tyson’s circle but haven’t had much chance to get to know them on a more personal level.

            “There she is!” A voice hollered out, drawing the attention of almost everyone in the room despite the music being louder than hell. Much to your distaste, the shout had came from the host himself. Rafe grinned devilishly as a girl appeared before him. He pulled into his chest, hugging her. Her back was to you so you didn’t know who she was, but if she was this comfortable with Rafe Cameron you didn’t trust she was someone you’d like anyway. Rafe kissed the top of her head, his eyes briefly contacting yours. A jolt of electricity shot through you. The moment was short-lived. His eyes were already returned to the girl he had just been hugging. You watched in reluctant curiosity as he leaned down to whisper something in the girls ear. Then his eyes found yours again before falling to Tyson.

            You were beginning to question what the hell he was up to when the girl turned around. It felt like a punch to the gut when she turned around. Like Rafe, you had forgotten about her, too. Bridgette Hayworth. The most popular girl in school. & Tyson’s ex-girlfriend. Her gray eyes hardly skimmed you before they landed on your boyfriend. Instinct had your hand falling to his that held your thigh, gripping it tightly. The action drew his attention. In your peripheral, you felt Tyson look at you. But he must’ve seen the look of discomfort on your face as he followed your line of sight until falling onto Bridgette.

            Of course she remained beautiful. Five years later & she was glowing. Her long dark hair had become shinier & her skin softer looking. She knew what she looked like & she took great pride in it. She wasn’t considered a mean girl in school but she wasn’t considered nice either. If anything, she simply decided if you were worth her time & if you weren’t then you were just ignored. But still. Her decision to resign a majority of the student body to not being good enough for her left quite a sting among your classmates.

            “Bridgette.” Tyson’s voice flattens at her presence. From what you knew, the two of them had only split a couple months before you & him started talking. Even worse, it wasn’t him who did the dumping. Sure, he was with you now, & even now you could tell he wanted nothing to do with his ex as she strode across the room towards the two of you, but still. She had dumped him. Almost seven years down the drain. He had been in love with her, positive he was the one, he told you as such. But he had also made it clear that he wanted you, only you. Yet there you were, sitting uncomfortably as your boyfriend’s ex approached him.

            “Tyson!” Bridgette bent at the waist to wrap her arms around Tysons shoulder in an awkward hug. Tyson seemingly sobered up instantly. To your annoyance, Tyson let go of your thigh but the feeling was quickly squashed as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to push her away, “What the hell are you doing?”

            Bridgette feigned hurt, her lower lip slightly puckering at his response, “It’s just a friendly hug.”

            Tyson sighed exasperated at her, standing to his full height. Turning his back on her, you contained your smile as he focused his attention on you, holding out his hand, “Let’s get outta here.”

            Placing your hand in his, you nodded once, “Lead the way.”

            The two of you barely made it to the top of the stairs when Bridgette called after Tyson, “Wait, Tyson. Please. Just give me five minutes.” Tyson paused the two of you. You gripped his hand tightly, watching as an onslaught of emotions flashed through his eyes. He turned to look Bridgette in the eye, “You said everything you needed to say a year ago, B.”

            The nickname, which you imaged to have been used affectionately in the past, was filled with ache as he said it. “There’s nothing more to say.”

            “Yes, there is.” She challenged, stepping forward to place her hand on his forearm, completely ignoring your existence, “I just want to apologize. That’s all. I promise. Tyson…” Her eyes grew wet. You couldn’t help when your lips parted in shock. She’s really pulling all the stops to get her way. Part of you wanted to yank on Tyson, or even leave yourself knowing he’d follow right behind you if you lead, but would she give up? You knew she wouldn’t. Knowing you may regret it, especially since her arrival was likely due to the workings of one Rafe Cameron, you let go of Tyson’s hand, instead placing it on his lower back.

            “Go ahead.” You say softly, forcing Tyson to glance down at you in confusion, “What?”

            “She’s not gonna let it go.” You intended to say it so only he could hear you but she was standing too close. You felt her eyes glare at you but ignored it, instead focusing on your boyfriend. “Just talk to her. I can wait. Five minutes, okay?”

            Tyson searched your eyes, like he was pleading for you to change your mind, but you didn’t want to play whatever game it was Rafe was masterminding. Besides, in the end, this may be good for Tyson to get some closure from Bridgette. “You’re sure?”

            “No.” You said half-heartedly, “But I still think you should hear her out.”

            Tyson’s eyes fell to floor. You felt unnerved as you watched the resolve come over him. He nodded once, eyes meeting yours, “Five minutes.” Reaching into his board shorts pocket, he handed you the keys to his truck, “I’ll be out shortly.”

            Biting your lip, you watched as Tyson lead Bridgette to the sliding back door. Once they disappeared from sight, it was only then that you noticed that everyone in the room had watched the whole interaction. Suddenly incredibly uncomfortable, much more than you had been only moments before, you spun on your heel & descended the wooden staircase. Shoving open the front door to the massive beach house, you sped walk away from the property, walking alongside the lengthy driveway until you reached Tyson’s truck.

            Throwing open the driver side door, you hopped in, thrusting the key in the ignition, revving up the engine. As the headlights beamed, you gasped in shock as a figure stood before the truck. Rafe Cameron stood casually, his hands in his pockets as he smirked knowingly at you, “Running away again?”

            A sudden fit of rage flooded through you at the sight of Rafe standing before you. You were almost tempting to shift the gear into drive & run him over but held back. Pressing your lips together, you found yourself throwing back open the driver’s side door, marching up to the smug Kook shithead.

            “What the hell is your game plan?” You raise your voice as your approach him, “Huh? What’s your problem?” You shoved him & felt victorious as he stumbled slightly, apparently not expecting you to use physical force. But after all the shit he put you through in school, this little amount is well-deserved.

            “I figured a happy reunion was owed.” Rafe responded arrogantly, “First, me & you. Then Tyson & Bridge. Happy faces all around.”

            “You’re pathetic.” You spit, crossing your arms against your chest, “The only one smiling here is you.”

            Rafe half smiled, his eyes contemplating your words, “I suppose you’re right. But I guess it’s only my smile that matters.”

            “Why?” When he doesn’t respond, only trailing his eyes over you, you felt your skin crawling, causing you great frustration, “Why, Rafe?”

            “Ahh, it’s been so long.” Rafe licks his lips. “Say it again.” He’s no longer smiling but his lips are parted, eyes hooded as he peers at you, like a predator that just set its sight on its prey. You know the look well. One that often appeared before he struck. Inhaling sharply, your instincts from years ago kicked in & you rotated as fast as you could, aiming for the driver’s side door. But before you could confine yourself to the safety of a door lock, you felt a hand in the back of your hair.

            Rafe used his body to maneuver you against the side of the truck, his hand never leaving your hair. The steel of the truck dug into your spine & you hissed, trying to find relief. Your hands were grasping the single one of Rafe’s that held your hair, trying to get him to loosen his grip but with no luck.  His other hand harshly gripped your chin, forcing your face upwards so he could stare down at you.

            “What the hell do you want, Rafe?” You squeaked out when he dug his fingers into your cheeks.

            “You,” He said your name, & closed his eyes momentarily, like he was savoring the taste of it on his tongue. When his eyes opened, the determination you saw behind his deep blue’s made you squirm. God, you couldn’t believe you were reliving your high school horror. Rafe pressed his body against yours & you felt your eyes blur from tears that were beginning to collect.

            “Always you.”

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Heyyo, this is the beginning of a mini series I had a sudden inspiration for. I imagine it to be maybe four or five parts. Hopefully I'll be able to update this series most regularly as a lot of my creative thoughts are surrounding it currently (but no promises).

I'm going to focusing on The Thorne next. But let me know what you think so far, please. Any & all feedback tends to kick my ass into gear better. Like, comment, reblog, ect. Talk to me. I love to hear it.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this first part so far. More to come!

Beau<3

PART TWO

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[seradyn]

To Quench His Thirst

Halloween Monster Binge Part 2

Lost in thought and brain slowed by alcohol, you don’t have time to react as someone knocks you out cold, whisking you away to the den of a beast.

Vampire!Ardyn

Word Count: 8928

TW: Blood, smut (non-con)

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You had been careless. Distracted.

Everyone warned you to stay off the streets at night. They were cruel and unwelcoming, filled with shadows that stocked the unsuspecting with calculated precision. You were, of course, aware of the daemons who called this darkness home, and of the men who’s wandering hands would grow bolder by the cover of night; the usual suspects who incited fear. But your elders spoke of something more, of something that haunted those dark allies, the unlit sidewalks, swallowing up anyone who ventured too near. Someone like you, so small and frail, wouldn’t stand a chance against such daemons, they warned.

The montra had been drilled into your head from an early age. They would exclaim something was running off with city folk; the ones who didn’t heed their warnings. Always at night, always never to be seen again. When pressed for what exactly they thought was committing such acts, they gave vague answers, ranging from “daemons” to “monsters” to “a cult”. You had to admit it was partly true, as disappearances happened more often in your suburb, but it hardly gave credit to those tall tales. It fueled their narratives though, gave them an excuse to be suffocatingly strict.

Along with being forbidden to linger outside in the dark, you were commanded to never go near the old mansion outside of town. Supposedly, it belonged to a wealthy man who'd died many years ago, leaving the grand house to rot without an heir to claim it. Rumors spread like wildfire, for no one knew what was inside, or why you could see people going in and out of the property at all times. It was the town scapegoat for anything that happened without a clear explanation. The more unhinged of your community ranted about it being a kill den, a place where organs were harvested, or a human trafficking ring, made of slaves plucked from your hometown. Grisly, demented thoughts.

You figured if anything they said was true, something would’ve been done about it by now.

After hearing the same thing dozens of times, the warnings lost their meaning. You and your peers grew tired of the older generation’s superstitions, denied the right to live because they were controlled by fear. Soon it became easy to ignore them, sneaking out with your friends to late night bars and fancy restaurants. Finally, you could all breathe, escaping from the smothering atmosphere you all grew up in. You’d been out in the dark countless times, and you’d never once glimpsed the horrors they spoke of.

Not until that night.

It had started and ended the same as any other, though an unexpected downpour left you to walk home without a jacket or umbrella. The experience was quite miserable, each drop digging into your skin with icy fingers, drenching your clothes in short order. Your breath puffed out in front of you like a dragon’s, hair sticking to your scalp and fingers growing numb. You shivered as you picked up the pace, looking forward to the warmth of your home, and perhaps a steaming beverage of your choosing. A cozy night in, after a rambunctious night out.

Your head was fogged by drink, the burning liquid used to erase the unpleasant memories of being young and swimming in debt. You weren’t one who commonly had a drink in hand, but you indulged in social settings, stomaching the acidic taste with masked reluctance. Your throat still held a faint warmth, the buzz fresh and slowing your senses.

That was the only excuse you could think of for not noticing someone coming up behind you.

Pain exploded at the base of your skull as something hard was brought down against you, swiftly and without mercy. You stumbled with a pained yell, trying desperately to keep yourself upright as the world went out of focus. Your legs soon gave out, stomach dropping, and you collapsed on the ground in a heap. Pain spidered out from where you’d been hit, blocking out the feeling of your knees scraping on cement, and your face landing with a dull thud. Blood rushed in your ears, body desperately trying to keep you conscious to no avail. All you could feel was the agony of a cracked skull before darkness overtook you.

Awareness came back gradually, conjured from faint stimuli that brushed your dull consciousness. Your body was left limp on the floor with ankles, wrists, and mouth bound by coarse rope. The cold from your metal prison permeated into you, echoing off the ache that radiated from your head. Finally able to open your bleary eyes, you could tell you’d been shoved in the back of a windowless white van.

Raw panic quickly became dominating, stealing the air from your lungs, tensing your muscles, making your heart drum. The rough bindings bit into your wrists as you hopelessly struggled against them, primal instincts kicking in. Your heart quivered instead of beat with adrenaline, your flesh growing hot. All you could think was you had to get out.

Your initial tantrum was rather spectacular, thrashing wildly on the floor and spewing muffled invective at your oblivious assailants. The rope burned rashes into your soft skin, melding with the other pains that ached and throbbed. You kicked your feet out at the windowless doors, but the lock held against you. You could feel your eyes becoming damp with hopelessness and frustration.

You weren’t sure how long you were in there, but eventually you grew exhausted from your feeble struggling. You slumped against the floor, shivering as your chill was exacerbated by the soaked clothes you still wore. You tried to calm yourself, keep the fear at bay so you could think rationally. It didn’t stop the small trembles that shook you though, nor the familiar sting of held back tears in your eyes.

You stared through the small opening to the front, at the heads of your kidnappers, watching for anything that may reveal their motive or intention. There were two; both men with dark hair and pale skin. They don’t bother speaking to each other, which you found odd. They silently guided the vehicle to wherever they were taking you, away from your home, from safety. What little you can see out the windshield was just empty darkness, headlights only hitting spare rain.

Minutes. Hours. Time obscured without a reference, and you could only guess how long it was before you heard the tires crunch on loose gravel. The van jostled, throwing you against the wall like a forgotten toy. You give a muffled grunt to acknowledge the new bruise that formed on your shoulder. You stayed in your new position as the vessel slowly rolled to a stop, the hum of the engine dying with the headlights.

Your heart rate picked up again as the men got out, slamming their doors with enough force to make the vehicle shake. A tense few seconds followed, where the sound of their boots moved around you. Before long the back door flew open, revealing them in all black, and a night that matched, still pelted with rain.

You wiggled away from them, trying to get into a more defensive position, legs propped up in front you. Without a word, they each reached in to grab one of your ankles, blank expressions on their faces. You instinctively started kicking, cries of anger and fear swallowed by your uncomfortable gag. Your fury grew as you were unable to connect, their hands clamping down on you effortlessly. They didn’t even flinch from your mad flailing, holding you so tightly you could barely move. They were strong.

You hissed as rain seared into your skin again, soaking you to the bone. You lashed out blindly as each man grabbed onto one of your biceps, ushering you forward towards Astrals knew what. You violently jerked your body to either side, trying to rip your arms out of their grasp. You dragged your feet in the muddied dirt, though it did little to slow them. No matter how hard you tried, their hold remained sturdy, pushing you in the direction of a large building. Its shape was indistinguishable in the dark, but you could see light seeping out of many large windows.

Your toes were crushed on sudden steps, making you yell in quieted agony. They heaved you up the small incline, and the faint jungle of keys entered your ears as one man unlocked the door. The light from inside was blinding when it swung open, making you cower as you felt yourself move forward, escaping the grasp of frigid rain.

You paused when you were able to see again, taking in the massive foyer you stood in. The room was huge, perhaps larger than the majority of your own home. A set of decorated stairs was directly in front of you, leading up to a landing that branched off on either side. The floor was made of polished wood, a dark oak that complimented the rest of the interior. Intricately carved doors covered each wall, weaving deeper into the building, far out of sight. High above you, an expensive chandelier loomed, staring down at you with uncaring white eyes.

There was only one place that would fit such a description.

…Am I in the mansion?

The warnings, the rumors, they converge and swirled together in a horrifying hurricane, reminding you of what this place was known for. The impossibly detailed and gruesome accounts of the townspeople, the hushed whispers about what was held in this house, they each took their turn passing through your mind.

You are to never go near that place.

You could feel your skin pale, your heart pounding on your ribs. Your breathing became frantic, wheezing out of your nose as panic became overpowering again.

Your body was yanked to the side, and your feet stumbled to catch up. You were led to the left in a daze, looking around in terror, your fight so easily snuffed out by primal fear.

A new door opened, and you are pushed into what looked like a dinning hall. Two long tables framed the room, covered in fancy plates and flickering candles. People milled about them with glasses of red liquid clasped in their hands, chatting and laughing in a way that made you feel sick. Glancing down, you could see the tables are coated in faded stains of the same substance.

Blood, your panicked brain immediately supplied.

Wine, the other half of you desperately begged.

You were shoved down the center of the room, drawing the attention of the small gathering. Their conversations died as their eyes land on you, scrutinizing your tiny, shivering form. Some offer salacious, wicked grins when your gazes meet, while others winked and licked their lips at you. You quickly looked away, focusing on putting one foot before the other while they made your skin crawl.

Desperately trying to tune them out, you glanced down towards the end of the room, which was gradually coming closer. There, a man clad in black sat on a flamboyant throne, the seat and back softened with red cushions, trimmed with a gold border. The chair was chiseled from some black material, you speculated a precious stone of some sort, given the rest of the expensive details. He had one leg draped over the other, head propped up by a fisted hand. His wavy hair was as maroon as his guests' drinks, bordering his relaxed face, which was spotted with short stubble, eyes sleepily closed.

You assumed you were being brought to this man, as he was clearly the head of the house, but you were mistaken. As you finally come before him, you're directed to your right, at a door in the back you hadn’t seen before. You weren’t sure if you should be relieved or afraid that you were wrong, but you hardly got the time to ponder it. The door was swung open by one of your captors, revealing a dark staircase, descending into the bowels of the manor. Apprehension curled in your heart, and you tried to take a step back, but you’re jerked forward, helpless against the men who held you.

Before you could be pushed inside, you’re all caught by surprise as a voice behind you rings out.

“Hold.”

Your spine tingled at the sound. Deep and melodic, with a hint of authority, demanding subjugation from its listeners. Slowly, you were turned, allowed to watch as the man who once occupied the throne sauntered over to you, boots echoing with lazy steps. The expression he wore was totally smug, lips drawn up in an infuriating smirk and amber eyes half lidded. He waved your captors away with a flick of his wrist, who’s bruising grip left your arms soon after.

His eyes flicked across your features, evaluating you like a prized dog at a show. It made your skin itch, feeling humiliated and dehumanized.

The emotions quickly morphed into an intense anger, humming deep in your soul, blood brought to a steady boil. How dare they treat you like this, like an animal at a zoo, put on cruel display for an unsympathetic audience. You weren’t some animal, some trophy for them to gawk at. Your courage returned by this sudden ferocity, you matched his gaze with defiance, unwilling to break for them, for him.

When he came up to you, he surprised you again, reaching a hand behind your head, undoing the rope over your mouth and letting it slide off you.

You were immediately filled with the desire to cause a scene, to scream and yell and insult, to wipe that disgusting smile off his face. But as you stare at this strange man, at his stupid handsome face, you realized how dumb that would be. Even as you could tell he was enjoying how afraid you were, how clearly distraught you were. It would be foolish to provoke him, perhaps even suicidal. You’d have to pick and choose your battles carefully if you wanted to make it out of this alive.

Your pride still wanted you to do something to oppose him, make him second guess your helplessness. So instead of giving him any more sick satisfaction, you lifted your chin in challenge, refusing to devolve into the creature you knew he expected.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by him, and he chuckled at you, a deep hum that vibrated through his chest and out his nose.

That was the final act that determined his decision.

“Take her to my quarters,” he murmured, indicating your escorts. He spun on his heel, disregarding you once more, casually walking back to his throne with swaying steps.

Your captors snapped back into place, taking you up in their hands and leading you back the way you’d come. Your eyes darted from side to side, terrified as the people continued to stare at you, all with some form of delight or sick joy plastered on their faces. Your heart sunk, for they clearly had no problem with what was obviously going on. You quickly looked down again, loath to let them see how distressed you are.

The path to your new destination was long and winding, too many turns taken for you to remember the way back. You’d gone up the stairs and to the right, that much you knew, but after that it all became a blur of dark hallways and empty corridors. The decor was lavish, and rather old fashioned, giving off a subtle charm you lacked the ability to really appreciate in the moment.

Finally, you’re stopped at the end of one such hall, standing before one of the many countless doors you’d passed. You were struck with deja vu, as once more clinking keys were withdrawn and used to undo the lock, the door swinging open with eager glee.

You expected to be led inside, but much to your surprise, you felt your bindings growing loose, the nimble caress of deft fingers as they were undone. They fell away to the floor, taken apart by the very men who put you in them. You were struck with a bolt of strength, your body ready to act on this new freedom, your mind telling you this is your chance.

Though much to your dismay, before you had a chance to move, your shapporones simply lifted and tossed you inside, making you shout indignantly at their man handling. You landed on your stomach, groaning as the carpet bit into your bruises. You shakily rose just in time to see the door slamming shut behind you, the lock re-engaged with a disheartening clunk.

You let out a disappointed sigh, knowing that another opportunity like that wouldn’t come anytime soon. Glancing around, you admired the fact that this chamber was just as impressive as the rest of the ancient manor, filled to the brim with luxurious furniture and priceless antiques. A plush sofa sat before a brick fireplace, gurgling with timidly glowing flames, warming the deep chill that ran down to your bones. A clean kitchen was to your left, filled with all the most modern appliances. There was a hallway to your right, leading off to what you guessed to be the bedroom and bathroom, though all you could see was more closed doors.

The gentle heat from the fire reminded you how truely cold you were, sending a shiver down your back. Greedy with a need for comfort, you paced over to the orange flames, crouching down before them and sticking your hands out. Warmth skated past your palms and down your arms, making you hum in pleasure, closing your eyes in bliss as your chill was banished. Some of your tension was soothed, letting you relax and lean into the flames.

When you were satisfied with your temperature, you straightened, eyes rolling over the room again. Given time to calm down and think, your first instinct was to search for weapons, anything you could use to defend yourself. Who knew when that man, who’s quarters these supposedly were, would come for you, likely to play out some twisted fantasy with you at its center. If you could find something to give you some leverage, maybe catch him off guard, perhaps you could find a way out.

Having no other course of action come to mind, you started with the kitchen, searching for the obvious, such as knives, scissors, or any other useful tools. Alas, much to your chagrin, no such items could be found, even as you looked in every cabinet and drawer. It made you realize they’d probably done this before, and knew not to leave you with anything helpful. You grimaced at the implication, stepping out of the kitchen and going to the other rooms, hoping you were wrong.

You meticulously checked each room, scanning for weapons, and if you find none, potential hiding spots. You also checked the handles for locks, but unfortunately, the only one outfitted with such was the door leading out of the chamber. Living room, bathroom, storage closets, your discouragement grew as every one came up empty, and you instead had to take note of hiding places.

Eventually, you arrive at the bedroom, being the last stop on your list of places to search. Its namesake was huge and canopied, clothed in elegant silk sheets. The room was windowless, like many of the others, making you feel contained, trapped. Neat little tables framed the mattress, taken up by lamps that glowed a light yellow. A wardrobe was to your right, the dark fabric of clothes spilling out the side.

You padded into the room on plush carpet, eyeing the drawers of a nearby dresser. Pulling them open, you’re surprised to find most of them empty, only offering the woody scent of cut cedar. You made sure to check each one, only to be frustrated to find more barren space. Nothing here of use.

As you finished with the dresser, you were shocked into stillness, hearing a faint click come from the living room. Frozen in place, you're mortified to notice the sound of the front door being pulled open, then it softly closing again. You glanced at the door to the hallway, hearing looming steps travel through the entrance, down the hall, towards the bedroom…towards you.

Your mind reeled with what to do, hide or grab something, but indescison kept you from doing anything before it was too late.

As expected, that man entered the room with flourishing steps, coat tails swaying as he walked. That devilish smirk was still on his face, head slightly tilted at you as if to call your intelligence into question. Upon seeing him, you immediately backed away from the door, eyes wildly searching for a way to get around him and escape.

He seemed pleased by your reaction, grinning wider as he blocked the doorway.

“So good to see you again, my dear,” that smooth voice began, filled with drama and theatrics. It was sinfully deep, poisoning you with tainted sugar. “Though you must forgive my loyal servants. They handled you so rudely. Please,” he spread his arms wide, indicating the room and by extension, the rest of the manor. “Welcome to my abode.”

You glared at him, suddenly enraged by his ridiculous demeanor. He was talking down to you, mocking you with obvious condescension. You had been kidnapped, taken violently from your home, and he was acting like it was all a joke. That amused shine in his eyes said it all.

You weren’t some plaything of his.

“Who are you?” You demanded, the bottled anger seeping into your tone. It felt good to have the power of your voice back, to put up some semblance of a fight. You wouldn’t roll over for him, even if it meant you’d be worse off.

He raised an eyebrow at you, dropping his arms while his smile faded slightly. “You don’t know?”

You scoffed. What a total narcissist. But what did you really expect, from a man who played god and took delight in lording power over others. A sick, twisted bastard.

“Am I supposed to know?” You sneered. You repressed a small grin, delighted that you found a way to upset him. A tiny victory you cherished.

He frowned then in pseudo melancholy, though his eyes still held that unnerving mischief. He strode into the room with long steps, deliberately extending them to display his height, how much bigger he was than you. He made that clear the first time you met, but now he used it like a sharpened weapon, crushing your spirit with raw power. His frame easily obstructed the exit, casting a menacing shadow into the dim room. You backed away like the helpless lamb you were, praying he would stop before getting too close.

“You do so wound me love…not recognizing your king.” He dragged out each syllable, balancing them between his teeth. One hand was brought up to delicately hover over his heart, mocking the invisible wound you'd inflicted. “I believed I was rather well known…being somewhat of an urban legend.”

You snarled at him, baring your teeth in a vain attempt to intimidate. You were being herded into a corner, limiting your options when it came to chances of escape. It was deliberate, you knew, yet there was little you could do to stop it.

“You’re not my king,” You hissed with potent venom.

His haunting steps slowed to a stop, giving you a small sense of relief as you huddled against a wall. You were glad he was still too far away to touch you, to punish you for your disobedience. Though the feeling was soon chased away, when a horrifying grin split his face, lips peeling off his teeth. Your eyes widened at the sight, at how inhuman they were.

All four canines, long and pointed, coming to sharp peaks that poked his gums.

“No,” he purred, voice darkened by a mix of lust and hunger. “Not yet.”

“You see, I am no ordinary member of my kind,” he said, continuing to approach you with that wide, dominating gait. “Few now speak my name, but it does seem to have an effect on those who do.”

He paused for the drama, joyfully watching you cling to his words with fearful anticipation.

“Ardyn Izunia, my dear.” He inclined his head at you, feigning respect. “A pleasure.”

You flinched when his name parted his lips. Your heart could’ve stopped, your hair was standing on end. You suddenly felt dizzy.

“Ardyn,” you breathed, barely above a whisper. “The King of Vampires…”

His face lit up with smugness. “So you do know me.”

You shook your head in denial. “Stay away from me,” you said, but your mask of confidence had slipped off. Your voice trembled with the quiver of animalistic terror. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh?” Ardyn teased. “I think you’ll quite like how I touch you.”

“No,” you whimpered pitifully, back fully pressed against hard plaster. Your gaze darted around in a panic, begging for something, anything that could get you out of this situation. Your natural fear of death was stirring, intrusively whispering that your end was at hand.

You focused back on Ardyn's figure as he hovered ever closer, knowing when he reached you he would likely kill you. Though you blinked, confused when you see he was blurred at the edges, the room behind him warping and shifting. Your vision was beginning to swim, making your stomach sink completely.

“You’re not real,” you pleaded, trying to convince yourself of that, speak him out of existence.

It was a pathetic waste, only seeming to amuse him more. Ardyn raised another brow, lifting his chin to look down his nose at you. “I’m not?” He said sarcastically. “That’s certainly news to me.”

Your legs were going weak, threatening to give out beneath you as you tried to match his gaze. You wrapped your arms around yourself in a tight hug, feeling as goosebumps soon formed across your skin. The room was coming in and out of focus, vertigo swapping the floor and ceiling as you began to sway.

“Are you alright, darling? You don’t look well.”

His voice sounded distant, even as you saw him finally come to stand before you. You were unable to hold his stare, his boots becoming very interesting as you tried to fight down a sudden wave of nausea. Your intestines coiled with tension.

What was happening? Were you drugged?

No…when would they have drugged you?

In the van.

Your eyes widened with realization, and that was the final straw that broke your resolve. You lost the battle with your own body, feeling betrayed as your legs crumbled, sending you down towards the floor.

Before you could collide with the ground, something sturdy caught you, holding your limp form upright. Even as your mind felt foggy and unresponsive, the touch was crystal clear against the flesh of your back and arm, thick fingers curling around your shoulder. You could feel the softness of fabric covering lean muscle, the tissue flexing as you were held. Your eyes closed tightly, trying to keep your stomach contents inside.

“Oh dear,” Ardyn said somewhere above you, so damn pleased. You could hear how smug he was, the smirk that surely claimed his face. It made you want to push him away, preferring the carpet over any help from him. When you tried to move your arms, they responded halfheartedly, flopping around uselessly and with no strength behind them.

A moment passed, your struggling pants the only sound in the room. Soon you shuddered in surprise, noticing the soft brush of something against your cheek. It tickled you with plush fibers, and your muddied brain wondered if it was feathers or hair. You sensed the warm moistness of breath on your exposed neck, so tender, so loving. It washed away your deep fear, replacing it with an odd affection that chained a collar around your heart. You were shocked at yourself, knowing you shouldn’t feel such things at a man who abducted you, but your worries were quickly forgotten. You sighed as you relaxed into the arm holding you up, comforted by its grounding presence. You hummed in pleasure at the faint touches on your sensitive skin.

“If I may…” someone whispered right next to your ear, a low murmur. Who was that, again?

Without waiting for an answer, your body was hoisted upward, head moved aside by long, delicate fingers. Their brief contact told a story of ancient callouses, though from what you could only dream. Something cold touched your neck, and you soon identified it as a nose, caressing the fat arteries that traveled through your flesh at a leisurely pace. You leaned into it, feeling it douse your feverish skin.

Ardyn sucked in a long, drawn out breath against you, filling his lungs with your scent. The air around you was disturbed as he consumed your aura, getting drunk on how you smelled. Your nerves were simultaneously dimmed and ablaze, the feeling so blaringly obvious while everything else melted away, leaving you to relish in the way Ardyn held you like a beloved wife. Though his body radiated cold, so unlike the living, his skin branded you with a burning fire everywhere it made contact with yours.

Much too fast, the feeling of his face was gone, and you found yourself missing his loving touch. Ardyn let out a long, contented sigh as he straightened, infatuated by your unspoiled skin and rapid submission.

“My love,” he cooed, sounding so gentle and intimate. “You smell absolutely delicious.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you should’ve been afraid then. You were completely helpless, likely to die, if he was telling the truth about who he was. You couldn’t move, couldn’t defend yourself from whatever disturbing plans he had prepared for you.

But you weren’t. Your heart remained calm, beating rhythmically as you were cradled in his grasp. The voice telling you to fight, to escape, to survive had gone eerily quiet, leaving you to enjoy his treatment. Your anxiety was pacified, Ardyn’s undivided attention a balm to your worries. You felt…relaxed.

Tentatively, you allowed your eyes to open as the nausea fully dissipated. You focused on Ardyn, who was looking down at you with a rather sweet smile, like a husband at his newly wed fiancé. The edge of his figure was still out of focus, but you were able to see him clear enough.

“Come.” He stooped down and lifted up your limp legs, taking the last of your ability to resist his whims. Your arms jerked with the impulsive notion to wrap around his neck, but they again fell to your sides when the last speck of your rational side realized what you were doing.

“Let us lie down.”

Turning, he carried you to the bed, placing you down with the utmost care, as if you were close to shattering. When the plush blankets touched your back and thighs, you suddenly realized how terribly cold the room was, air like daggers to your porcelain skin. You snuggled into the comforting warmth, sighing contently as Ardyn removed his arms from you.

The back of your mind was still saying this was wrong, something was wrong, but you hadn’t the energy to listen. It did make you slightly curious though, your head lolling to the side as you watched Ardyn go to his wardrobe, shimmying his coat off his shoulders and depositing it on the rack. You faintly heard buttons being undone, his vest quickly pulled away and added to the collection. He played with the bright red scarf around his neck, adjusting it with both hands while he hummed softly to himself.

“What did you do to me?” You wondered aloud, words slurred.

He paused, surprised you were still able to speak. He then turned to you, lips curled upwards, content at how lucid you were. He fiddled with the cuffs of his cream colored dress shirt as he stared at you.

“Well my dear, my kind have many tricks up our sleeves to ease the process of feeding. That includes the ability to sedate our prey, make them enjoy the touch of our fangs. I’ll admit I do occasionally delight in making my victims scream and cry as I eat them, tonight, I’d rather we’d be civil.” He chuckled at his own explanation.

Light stings of fear broke through at his choice of words, but they were quickly banished, you suppose by whatever magic Ardyn used on you. Your breathing was long and even as any anxiety that began to stir oozed out of you in droves, replaced by a lovely serenity. You had to admit, it was one hell of a spell.

Ardyn ripped his scarf off his neck, tossing it into the closet and letting it drape precariously over his other clothes. Turning back to you, he walked over at an eager pace, no longer meant to intimidate, hands traveling along the column of buttons on the front of his shirt. You watched with growing interest as his chest was revealed piece by piece, muscles well defined and enticing. His fingers reached the bottom the same time as he stepped up to the bed.

“But, there is much to do, before we come to that.”

He leaned down over you, grinning wide, purposefully baring his elongated canines at you. Perfect needles, made to pull the essence of your life straight from your veins. Panic seeped back into your heart, making it beat erratically, only to be swallowed up by his magic, forcibly relaxing you again.

He parted his jaw slightly, sensing your scrumptious fear, dragging the back of his tongue past his fangs to flick it towards you. He then pulled it back through the tight gap between the deadly bones, putting them on full, glorious display. His eyes began to glow, a deep red that matched his maroon locks.

“Let us get you out of those pesky clothes.”

His bear hands gingerly went underneath you, lifting you up so he could pull off the wet fabric. Happy to obey, you let him lift your arms, your legs, your head to allow him to gently remove each piece. His hands were cold, but you mewled, body coming alight with his touch. It warmed your skin in a sinful way as you were soon left only in your underwear.

Your bra was unclasped with soft fingers, which slowly dragged across your arms as the straps were lowered. You stared up at his smirk with lidded eyes, pleased his full attention was on you, on your body. Your breasts fell into your armpits as Ardyn threw the flimsy thing over his shoulder.

He paused then, admiring the sight of your exposed skin. Teasingly, he began circling the base of one with a single finger, igniting lustful pleasure in your core. You let out a whisper of a moan, closing your eyes in blissful contentment.

“I will so enjoy having these all to myself…”

You hummed in agreement, feeling that only he was worthy of having you in such a way. There was no one else you’d rather have worship your form.

There was only one piece of clothing left on you. The finger on your breast retreated, and you wanted to whine in protest. Wishing to maintain some level of dignity, you swallowed it down, instead opening your eyes to watch your…lover? Is he your lover? Yes, your mind sighed, gaze captivated as Ardyn hooked a finger through the elastic band of your panties. You arched your back encouragingly, urging him to remove them. He obliged, lowering the decorative lace, letting it join your bra on the ground.

His pupils were blown wide with desire, staring down at your womanhood on full display. You wiggled your hips, your own lust pooling uncomfortably in your core. All you could think of was how good it will feel, when he’ll claim you, make you beg for the release you crave.

His own shirt soon joined your discarded garments, displaying his muscular form quite wonderfully. Ardyn gingerly mounted the bed, settling in between your legs, though his pants were still on. You whimpered at the sight, weakly tugging at his belt with sloppy hands. He grabbed your wrists and pushed them next to your head, pinning them down as he fixed you with hungry eyes. So close, you admired how handsome his face was, infinitely satisfied such a man would give you the honor of bedding you.

“Not so fast, my dear,” he purred, volume low and content. “That will come later.”

You wanted to protest, beg him to fill your greedy core, but you bit your tongue. Those eyes, full of want and mischief, you knew he would not give you what you needed. At least not yet.

Releasing your wrists with the understanding you won’t interfere, Ardyn turned his attention back to your weeping chest, eyeing the gelatinous mounds of flesh with a predatory stare. He took both in his hands, immediately sending hot fire through them, making you keen. Your fists clenched, gripping the mattress as he began to taunt your erect nipples with his thumbs, swirling around them and pushing down. Your back arched into him, feeling the delicious hardness of his muscles against your flush skin. His touch was already making you embarrassingly needy for him.

Once he was pleased with feeling them with his palms, he lowered himself to you, taking one into his mouth, tasting your supple skin. The moan you let out was positively undignified, but it just felt so good. The wet warmth of his saliva coated your flesh like syrup, the soft groan he let out as he flicked your nipple with his tongue was absolutely gorgeous. A hand flew into his soft hair, pushing him down into you, desperately chasing the high of endorphins you craved. You could feel liquid gather between your legs, bolts of blinding pleasure sent there with each burning touch.

It was becoming hard to see, as all you could focus on was the feel of his soft lips massaging your sensitive flesh, the scratch of his stubble, the faint grazing of his teeth. His hand groped your other breast, loath to leave it out of his affections, expounding on the pleasure he’d pulled from you so easily. When he let go with a parting kiss, quickly swapping and taking the other into his mouth, it happened all over again. You wailed and writhed in delight, reveling in the way he played your body like a well loved instrument. It was becoming too much, you could feel pressure building up too fast, threatening to burst before it was time.

“Ardyn,” you whimpered, pitifully small. “I need you.”

He stopped his wonderful actions, glancing up at you, making you regret saying anything. You almost cried when his mouth and hands separated from you, leaving you cold and wanting. He grinned at your dismay, happy he could turn you into a needy whore so quickly.

He leaned forward to come to your ear, brushing along its shell with his lips. You lift up slightly, placing a sweet kiss on his prickly cheek, pleased with a chance to show your appreciation.

“And you shall have me,” he murmured. “When I deem you have earned it.”

You shuddered, wondering what he could have in store for you.

Ardyn leaned back, sitting up straight on his knees, inadvertently allowing you to stare hungrily at his sculpted chest. With the way he dressed, you hadn’t expected such a treasure to be hidden underneath all those layers. You wanted to feel the contour of his flesh, to map out the peaks and valleys, but he was too far away.

He scooted down the bed, holding your gaze, and you desperately hoped he wasn’t done with you already.

Your heart went into your throat as he descended, cupping your ass in both hands, hot breath fanning across your wet cunt.

In one swift motion, his face was upon you, lapping up the dribbles of desire that leaked while he played with you. You let out a shuddered gasp, hips immediately bucking into him, thighs clamping down to seal him over your wanton flesh. Molten magma filled your belly, so ready to give in, so ready to devour the looming presence of release. The room was pierced with your screams as his slick muscle traced the perimeter of your opening, darting inside to steal a taste. Your hands flew back into his hair, again pressing him down into you with all the force you could muster. He groaned in matched pleasure, enjoying your unique flavor, humming in delight while he had his snack.

One of his hands left your ass to swirl around your sensitive nub, making the pleasure impossibly more blinding, more lovely. The added sensation brought you over the edge faster than you would’ve imagined. Stars speckled your vision as your body quaked with an unbelievable climax, back arching. You screamed as you felt your opening begin to flex, discharging more liquid onto Ardyn’s face. He lewdly slurped it up, letting out a deep moan as he felt your sex move against him. The orgasm was unlike anything you had felt before, never delivered to pure ecstasy by oral pleasure so easily. Your heart swelled with affection, with love for this man, who so adoringly ate you out like the finest dessert. Your heart raged in your chest as you slowly come down from your high.

Ardyn took his time savoring you, tongue continuing to gather the last sticky drops of your release long after you’d finished. Once he was satisfied, he parted from you, wiping the excess from his chin on his wrist. He looked rather smug, and despite how you may have hated it before, you now found it rather handsome.

“So exquisite…I have not tasted one so sweet in centuries.”

You blushed at the compliment, cheeks turning red, proud you could please him in such a way.

He loomed over you, grabbing your chin and tilting it towards himself. His golden irises were nearly gone, pupils fat, filled with affection and longing.

You closed your eyes as he gently lowered himself, sighing contently when his lips finally touched your own.

They were so soft…so immaculate. You massaged into each other, pushing and pulling with delicate love. He nipped at your bottom lip, his pointed teeth hurting more than you would’ve liked, but it only added to the joy you felt from his mouth on yours. His tongue asked for entry, outlining your chapped lips, and you let him in eagerly. You could taste yourself on him as your tongues danced, mildly sweet and salty. You moaned into his mouth, arms wrapping around him to keep him to you. Breathing was an afterthought, sucking in quick breaths when he parted from you for the briefest of moments before diving back in. The fabric of his pants brushed your leg as he shallowly thrusted into you, an obvious erection poking through the last of his clothes.

You weren’t sure how long you two familiarized yourselves with each other’s lips, but it ended far too soon. You could hardly complain though, as Ardyn suddenly dipped past your face, pressing quick, open-mouthed kisses into your neck. You gasped as he latched on to sensitive flesh, leaving aftershocks of tingling skin where he touched you. He wove one hand into your hair, titling your head to the side so he could have better access. You were moaning much too loud, your throat becoming raw from your nonstop cries. You can feel the faint heat of pressure beginning to build again, already prepared to ignite.

He could sense the want in you, the way your heart rate picked up and your skin became clammy. In one swift motion, he left you and shimmied off the bed, causing your face to wilt in despair. You whimpered pitifully, missing the warmth he stirred inside you as you felt it fade.

“A moment, love. I must finish undressing for the occasion.”

The familiar ring of a buckle being undone was loud as he pulled his belt off his trousers. He then bent down and removed his boots, tossing them to the side as he straightened. His pants and boxers soon fell to his ankles, cock fully erect and coated in a sheen of precum. Your eyes grow wide with need and apprehension, sex pulsing with the former.

Will he even fit?

He hardly gave you the time to be concerned over such a thing. The mattress dipped as he returned to the bed, fixing you with his glowing crimson eyes. You expected he would proceed straight to fucking you, but instead he gingerly lifted your left arm, bringing your wrist right up to his face. He nuzzled into your supple skin, letting out a low hum as his short beard scratched you. Your heart skipped a beat, for you knew what was likely to come.

Indeed, he positioned his lips at the base of your hand, searching for the large vein he knew to be close by. Pleased with his placement, you felt his mouth open with a growl just before his fangs sank into you.

You gasped in sudden pain, letting out an agonized cry as it shot down your entire arm. Your face scrunched with discomfort, your teeth grinding together. You’d thought it wouldn’t hurt, with whatever magic Ardyn had used against you, but you were sorely mistaken. It felt like he’d cut you open and pulled apart the soft muscle with his fingers, shredding it like a blade of grass. You struggled to maintain your composure, your free arm jerking with the impulse to yank him off you. However, the pain of his initial bite gradually ebbed and dwindled, leaving behind the gentle caress of his lips.

You felt his mouth move, bloating with greedy mouthfuls of your blood and gulping them down. Any small drops that escaped left bleeding streams down your arm, pooling at your elbow and lazily dripping onto the sheets. The tendons of his neck flexed and bobbed as he swallowed, his gluttonous appetite leisurely sated.

Before too long, he extracted his fangs from you, watching in fascination as your blood continued to seep from the wounds he’d left. His chin was messy with bright red liquid, though he didn’t bother cleaning it. Lifting up your arm a tad more, he lapped up the beads of escaped blood, replacing them with a wet trail of saliva. You let out a pleased sigh, loving how his squishy wet muscle pressed into you. When your arm was clean, he allowed it to fall back to your side.

“Even better than I’d hoped…” Ardyn breathed, bloody smile ever present.

A buried part of you was still afraid of this, of him, but the rest of you was transfixed by the morbid enchantment of his sullied features.

He brought his face close to yours again, hovering over you with hands on either side of your head. The blankets around your thighs shifted as he adjusted himself, and suddenly his cock was being dragged against your cunt. You immediately fell apart, writhing and mewling and squirming as his hips gyrated into you. Your legs snapped up and around his pelvis, trying to pull him down all the way and into your opening. He effortlessly resisted, chuckling as you begged for him to relieve the growing pressure in your stomach.

Once he was well lubricated, you felt him ready at your entrance, one hand snaking down to hold your hips in place. Desperately wanting him, you wrapped your arms around him, arching your back and crying out like the whore you’d become. You felt a bit ashamed of yourself, for acting so unsavory, but you couldn’t care less anymore. All that mattered was the man…the creature above you, who had gifted you such intense pleasure, the likes of which you couldn’t have even imagined before.

His mouth slotted over yours as his member breached you.

Even with such minimal penetration, you screamed into his mouth, which tasted metallic, the heady flavor of your blood. He used the opportunity to stick his tongue past your lips, roaming the entirety of your insides. His other hand came forward, cupping your scarlet cheeks, thumb soothingly rubbing tiny circles into your face.

He entered you agonizingly slowly, letting you feel every small inch, every single part of his cock as it slid into you. The bulging veins that scraped along your walls, his weeping head that coated your opening as it moved further in. Your hips bucked erratically, pleading for him to go faster, to give you what you craved so badly. But clearly he was enjoying your screams, eating them up with the same hunger he used when actually feeding from you. When he bottomed out, your hips finally coming flush with one another, he dragged his member out of you with the same infuriating slowness. It shivered as he grew impossibly harder, letting out his own groans of joy to mix with your panting cries.

His next thrust was a bit faster, much to your relief. Though it made it hard to kiss him back, your jaw going slack as pleasure burned into every one of your nerves, his shaft feeling so perfect inside of you. Your thighs clamped shut, selfishly wanting to keep him all the way in you for as long as possible. His cock was designed for you, hitting all the right spots and making you feel so wonderfully filled. You couldn’t help but smile, hands slithering under his arms and closing around his shoulders, his muscles rippling as he moved in and out of you.

His pace continuously quickened over the agonizingly long minutes, expertly tightening the spring in your belly. He gently guided you towards that invisible edge, hitting your g-spot, ensuring the journey was just as intoxicating as the destination. Your nails dug into him as you lost yourself, drowned in pure ecstasy as the world dissolved around the two of you.

His mouth parted from yours, letting your moans fill his room once more. The hand that was stroking your cheek slid behind your head, pulling it aside to present the entirety of your beautiful neck to him. He traveled down the column of flesh and bone, leaving purple markings of his love along his path. He found your pulse in that obese artery, your heart beating against his open mouth.

He emitted an inhuman growl, the final warning before sinking his fangs deep into you as his thrusts became punishing. You lightly exclaimed in pain, but it was much more bearable this time. You could hear him sucking, could hear your blood sliding down his throat as he fed. His neck distended with every swallow, every hungry mouthful as he shamelessly gorged himself. He pulled rather aggressively on you, seeming to want to tear the artery out and drink from it like a straw.

You were surprised to find the agony mixed rather deliciously with your pleasure, heightening the lovely feeling of teetering on that invisible precipice. Warm liquid pooled under your head, and your vision began to darken. Your body was growing cold, even as you were sweating while Ardyn pounded into you.

Your legs started to tremble, signaling you were coming close to climax. Ardyn recognized this, becoming accustomed to your tells in such a short amount of time. Detaching from your ruined neck, he began to pepper your chest with bites, drinking from each wound for hardly a moment before moving on to the next. Breasts, collar, shoulders, he left no part untouched by his teeth, covering you in beading scars. Each time his fangs cut through you like butter, so easily delivering your blood to his greedy tongue. With every bite, the pain diminished until you could barely feel it.

The added sensations were enough to send you tumbling over, blinded by an all consuming orgasm. Your walls sucked on his cock, and you felt him shudder as his own release bursted into you. His shaft twitched with stuttered ropes of fattening seed. You shivered at the freezing cold liquid that filled you, but smiled in satisfaction despite the disturbing temperature.

He continued to drink from you even after he was spent, holding you in his mouth as he delicately removed his member from you. It left with a squelch, leaking out his frigid cum onto the sheets.

You were becoming lightheaded, the loss of blood beginning to take its toll. As your high disappeared, you couldn’t help but think that this was how you would die. In the arms of a monster, after begging for him to take you.

The ceiling started to spin as he pulled away, his own face and neck painted in blood. You imagined your chest looked much worse, but it hardly mattered. His eyes matched the color with an eerie glow, admiring the many puncture holes he left.

You knew you were losing the battle with consciousness, a dark cover bordering your vision. You were so exhausted from everything, between fighting for your life and the sex, you welcomed the numbness that proceeded sleep. You closed your eyes, but before you were fully taken by darkness, you heard Ardyn sigh a loving whisper above you.

“You are mine, little lamb. Now, until the end of time.”

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This one really got away from me. These were supposed to be short and sweet, but apparently I can’t write a vampire fic without 4K words of ✨world building✨ Regardless, I am happy with the end result :)

Got a request that I’ll start working on, and the 3rd part to my Halloween collection coming. Hope y’all look forward to it and enjoy this feast 😉

#ardyn x reader #ardyn x you #vampire!ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv #ffxv ardyn #ardyn ffxv #episode ardyn #ardyn #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #final fantasy xv #halloween #halloween monster binge #ardyn izunia x reader

[cosplayinamerica]

Over the last decade Atlanta’s reputation as a hub for fandom and geek culture has grown.  Much of this growth is driven by the success of major conventions like DragonCon and MomoCon as well as the presence of major Hollywood film and television production teams around the city. Co-founders Tolden Williams, aka Troop Brand and his wife, Stephanie Lindo Williams, still felt like there was something missing, especially when it came to nightlife. So as the peak of the pandemic faded, they created Trap Sushi, an incredibly popular bimonthly celebration of anime, music, Japanese culture, food, and, of course, Atlanta itself.

“We used to always hang out up and down Edgewood Avenue in Atlanta, and visit the performance venues, clubs, and bars, but when Covid hit, all the places that we really enjoyed in Atlanta shut down,” said Stephanie, reflecting on the loss of major entertainment businesses and spaced during the pandemic. “We would just watch them topple one by one. So when everything started opening up, we knew there was a void now. So we were like, ‘Let’s throw something ourselves.’”

Stephanie and Tolden were particularly interested in establishing a space for fellow anime fans looking for fun activities to do year round.

Stephanie shared, “For anime, you do have MomoCon, Anime Weekend Atlanta, and other cons, but those are only once a year, unless you travel across the country to other conventions. We wanted something recurring here in Atlanta.”

Both Stephanie and Tolden had their own unique story of how they got into fandom, and how it’s impacted their lives. For Stephanie she grew up in Atlanta with friends who were already into anime and Japanese culture.

Thinking back on her youth, Stephanie said, “My best friends growing up are Vietnamese, and they were really into anime and manga. So that’s how I was exposed growing up, and I was watching a bunch of girly high school anime and reading Chobits and stuff like that. I’ve just kept at it over the years.”

Tolden’s environment in Mississippi was quite different from Stephanies coming from a smaller town.

Thinking back to his youth, Tolden said “My first introduction to anime was watching cartoons on Saturday morning. I later found out many were anime. I then went to a thrift shop with my mom, and something drew me to this VHS tape in the store. It turned out to be Akira, which is one of the first Japanese movies to break out in America.”

When asked if Tolden felt alone in his love of anime in his hometown, he replied “I definitely did until I came across other fans. It’s funny how your love for things will introduce you to others and create bonds. I found two other people who were into anime like I was, and they are still my closest friends to this day.”

This sense of community found through fandom, and especially anime conventions, was a key driver for Stephanie and Tolden in creating Trap Sushi.

Tolden recalled, “Stephanie took me to my first anime con Anime Weekend Atlanta. I’d never gone to an anime convention in my life, but I’ve been an avid reader of manga and watcher of anime for years. So at my first convention I’m mind blown. This is everything I love all in one place? How long has this been going on? It was very surprising. Then I’m like wait, this is only once a year? No this is not [often] enough.”

Now Trap Sushi welcomes hundreds of fellow anime fans to celebrate their love of all things anime and Japanese culture. In the process of hosting Trap Sushi events, Stephanie and Tolden recognized they were serving a major sub-community in fandom as well.

Stephanie noted “Trap Sushi is open to everybody. It’s all inclusive. But we have noticed that the community it really speaks to a lot is the black anime and cosplay community. That’s a whole sub-community to itself that kind of gets overlooked sometimes, and I know that group found a lot of solace in having a place where they can let go and be like ‘ok, here at Trap Sushi we can really get loose and be free.’”

Read full story https://cosplayinamerica.com/trap-sushi-atlanta-ga/.

Trap Sushi's next event is this Thursday 3/23/23 in Atlanta https://shor.by/doEW

Writer : Michael "Zippy" Miller for Cosplay in America

Photo: @jsncamera for Trap Sushi

Read full story https://cosplayinamerica.com/trap-sushi-atlanta-ga/.

Trap Sushi's next event is this Thursday 3/23/23 in Atlanta https://shor.by/doEW

Writer : Michael "Zippy" Miller for Cosplay in America

Photo: @jsncamera for Trap Sushi

#Trap Sushi #atlanta

[thebigbadspike]

38, 41, 99, 180, 188, 202, 213, 214, 227, 235, 236, 238, 239, 266, 268

38- do you wake up cranky?

Cranky? No. I'm usually just not awake enough after getting up to care about anything lol

41- share 2 habits

I stir my drinks with knives, not spoons

I never use people's names with them. I will use names in reference to people (when asked by another friend if I call her Buffy, my Buffy explained it pretty well. "To my face? No. In front of me? Yes." She also stated before "when Spike wants your attention he just gets your attention" when discussing with another friend that I don't use names like others do)

99- say 6 facts about your home town

1. It's small. Like... it's not technically a town. Or even a township. It's a charter township, we are technically one step above being a village

2. My hometown mostly consists of churches, liquor stores, and pizza places

3. The only thing to do there is go to the roller rink which is still the go to Friday night hang out for teens

4. Until very recently you had to drive into the city for gas

5. We have more stabbings than shootings

6. During one of the worst winter storms we were the only school district to not close, the surrounding areas made fun of us for years. And we didn't even have high enough attendance for it to count but they still made us stay the whole day

180- share a relationship story

While visiting their friends in CA for a con years ago we broke into an old abandoned zoo for cosplay pictures. We were doing punk!Lion King and even got some shots in the old lion exhibit

188- put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play

Doubt -Twenty One Pilots

Rise Above -Black Flag

Song for Ten -Doctor Who

Sleep Tight -Rhett and Link

What Do I Get? -Buzzcocks

The Devil You Know (God Is a Man) -Face to Face

Cretin Hop -Ramones

Blister in the Sun -Violent Femmes

Main Offender -The Hives

Sex and Violence -The Exploited

202- what is the first curse word that comes to mind?

Right now? Bollocks, for some reason

213- if you met me what would you do?

Tbh not much lol I'm not the most...friendly person meeting new people irl and tend to not say much, and I usually look intimidating which doesn't help put folks at ease meeting me

214: YOU have to leave me a random/ridiculous question:

What's the strangest thing in your fridge?

227- is it the thought that counts? Or is that phrase circumstancial?

Circumstancial

235- five words/phrases that make you laugh

I honestly don't really laugh much unless you wanna count those small semi amused exhales because that's usually all you'll get from me, there aren't any specific words/phrases that get me. Now if you want people who make me laugh I suggest you watch Mythical Kitchen on YouTube, Josh will make me genuinely laugh out loud

236- share a story of something that makes you smile

I got a cameo from James Marsters when we were doing OMWF and he starts it off with "I bequeath unto you the role of Spike" and it was super genuine and he talked about how playing Spike helped him deal with personal stuff and hoped it would help me the same way. He also said he was a bit jealous because I was getting to play Spike live and he never got to do that

238- what is something you used to enjoy, but was ruined for you? What's the story behind that?

Ok so you know Inkheart? The book by Cornelia Funk (not the movie that was rubbish) well I absolutely love it and had intended to read the whole series but my brother read Inkspell right before I was going to and as he was passing the book off to me he told me my favourite character gets killed. I refused to read it then and still haven't gotten myself to actually do it. I have the books...I just get so mad at my brother for telling me about their death every time I look at the books

239- describe one of the most awkward experiences of your life

In high school I was accepted into this special week long Shakespeare program where we worked for 1 week with professional Shakespearean actors from Stratford. At one point we had to do these bonding things and had to hug one of the others, you had to keep holding it until you were breathing together and say "I love you, [name]" we would mill about the room until they told us to stop and turn to the closest person and do this. I don't like saying those words and especially back then would basically refuse to say it to anyone, so having to say it was already awkward. We only did it twice but the first one one of the other kids was in the bathroom so I got paired with one of the instructors who I thought was attractive so that was awkward enough but then the second go I got paired with the girl I had a crush on 😬 the whole thing was real awkward for me

266- have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Honestly not sure how to answer this, I have a hard time figuring out if I have a crush on anyone really, it takes a lot of work for me to differentiate feelings like that

268- make a confession

I hate tiktok because so many people make their videos impossible for those with processing disorders to watch. I will watch the ones Buffy sends me (typically ADHD based videos) and have agreed to make tiktoks with her when I have my Hades cosplay ready, but I really hate tiktok in general

#asks

[kalopsiawasteland]

"SHE HAD A FACE STRAIGHT OUTTA MAGAZINE - GOD ONLY KNOWS, BUT YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE HER"

the devil on your shoulder being your best friend, feeling at-home in a casino, and a dainty spade tattoo to immortalize always playing your ace at the perfect time...

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Vanessa "Nessa" Sanchez-Navarro

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 39

BIRTHDAY: May 25, 1984

ZODIAC: Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Aubrey Plaza

LABEL: The Miscreant

OCCUPATION: Con-Artist/Club Owner

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Brisbane, AUS.

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

↪ UP NEXT: “ROBBERS” BY THE1975

BIOGRAPHY: TW NEGLECT, HOMELESSNESS, CON-ARTISTRY

Vanessa was found in a dumpster. Swaddled in a towel and screaming. It was an elderly homeless woman who took her in, only to pass away when Nessa turned 9. To a degree, she never understood why the woman would take her in when there was nothing to her name. Though, she did manage to survive for 9 years, and it was because of that very woman that Nessa understood how to run the streets to her advantage. It wasn’t until Nessa was 16 that she was caught by a magician for pickpocketing his wallet. It was the only time she’s ever been caught in her 7 years of trickery. Through this man, she made a deal to be his magician’s assistant in order to be partners and run a con, all to be able to learn some better slight of hand. It was a very great act, entertaining people only to then take from them. This way of life not only excited Nessa, but it also was keeping her lights on in her shoebox of a shitty apartment. When she turned 18, she took all the money they made together and seemed to disappear to the richer area of Vegas. Her eyes were saucers, the greed mixed with her need for survival having her take all she learned and turn it on the rich and wealthy bachelors who turned up in Vegas. Her favorite where the ones on a business trip. Their black cards the reason she has the amount of Chanel she does and her Maserati. It was an easy con, to portray herself as something she wasn’t in order to get close, bleed them dry and then go off to the next. The last con, she married a billionaire, waited for him to go on a business trip, took the money and bolted. This time, instead of just a new area of Vegas, she took off to Brisbane. Now, she’s living her best life. She won a little run-down club in the area and flipped it into Seventh Heaven. Rumor is that she has a secret area of the club that turns into Club Rouge - where anyone’s wildest dream could come true. Even hers.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Vanessa is always the life of the party. She’s jokingly awkward, and it’s all a part of her charm. She’s definitely guarded, and hasn’t ever been caught by the police because she’s so good at coming up with stories on-the-spot and throwing off suspicion. Nessa is loyal, but only if she feels there is something in it for her in the relationship. She’s accepting of anyone and everyone and really pushes for people to be their authentic selves, mostly because she hides pieces of herself due to her past and has no choice. She’s the type to drag you out if you’re having a bad day and getting up on tables to dance. She has her hand on the pulse of the city and usually has an in for all the newest and hottest areas due to the fact she’s a nightclub owner. She loves weed, card games, and conspiracy theories (grab your foil hat). She appreciates humor and intelligence in others, and shows her sarcasm when she thinks someone is stupid lol. Uh, she is brilliant and it’s interesting because she dropped out of high school - mostly cause it bored her. She somewhat regrets it now and wishes she got a degree. She doesn’t do serious relationships really - mostly because of her conartistry. It sucks though because she is charming and she draws people to her but they tend to not leave and declare themselves her friends; She’s very black cat energy. Overall, she’s a fun time. She’s air-coded with how she switches up.

PERSONALITY:

+ Clever, Entertaining, and Charming

- Secretive, Manipulative, and Sarcastic

#bbsfmintro

[mally0]

Vanity, Kansas.

“About two hours past Wichita. You remember Big Bertha?”

“‘Course I remember that rusty old bitch. Should we stop by that atomic graveyard this time?”

“We’ll pass it about halfway. We’re gonna be going down closer to Tulsa.”

I crack a skeptical grin, “ You would know.”

“I know it like the back of my hand. If you came to visit me more often maybe you’d know it better, too.”

“I’m coming to visit you right now, aren’t I?”

“Ha! The biggest visit of them all,” he says, grinning like an idiot.

He tells me it’s out west, and a bit south after Big Bertha. So close to the long forty-four that I’m almost offended. Piss and vinegar aside, I’ve driven this track many times. We have, together. Me and Tom. We’re both big explorers, “woodspeople” is what we like to call ourselves.

Not as many woods along forty-four, but there’s plenty to stop and see. The hills on their own are enormous, rolling tundras of wheat. Statistically speaking, even they’re not enough to make Kansas less flat than a pancake. Sayings like that always make me laugh to myself. If you’ve heard people talk about Kansas, I can assure that you’ve been lied to.

Kansas is to me what Missouri is to Tom, the greener grass. After years of dating and failing, I ended up meeting Tom on Tinder. At first, my mom would tease me. She called him a “mail-order husband,” until she saw him. Then, she called him a hunk.

It’s funny, when we first matched one of our biggest bonds was how much we hated our hometowns. We still do, and here me and Tom are moving to his. When he told me his great aunt So-and-so left him a house in her will, of course we had to jump at a windfall like that.

Vanity is closer to the border of Kansas and Oklahoma. This isn’t the first move for me, but it’s the first out of state. I’ve lived in a handful of cities around Missouri, but I’ve been stuck in my hometown for the last five years or so. Tom’s a good thing for me, like that. It’s about time I moved out of my parents house. I’ll be twenty nine this year.

“Does it make you scared, living so far away from your folks?”

I roll my eyes and say “Does it make you scared?”

“What, you moving in with me?”

I grimace at him, “No, us living so close to your folks.”

We make a good comedy duo, when it’s just us. When we’re together that's how it usually is, just us. We’ve introduced each other to our family and friends. It’s weird to plan a date for so long, then lock onto a bigger group than we’re interested in.  We’re a couple of socially awkward deer running around in the woods, and we just happened to luck into each other.

A semi rushes past, sending an immediate gale hammering down on top of Tom’s beetle. The car’s a sturdy old boy though. He’s been through it, his shell’s flaking, but he’s still the toughest beetle out there. I watch in the rear view as the semi wobbles into the distance, little flecks of our car’s clear coat in hot pursuit.

“What’s the weather like there?”

“Just like this. The wind’s always been hell, but don’t worry.”

He goes quiet for a moment.

“You can hang on to me.”

“OK! Moving on,” I bluster out, “Oklahoma, eh? It’s like you’ve got two states at once down there!”

Like I said, I explore a lot. I know every spring, cliff, and lonesome hill in Missouri. I know a good few in Kansas, and I’ve intermittently been here and there for a con or a show. I wish Tom would be more excited to get out there and explore OK, too. The way he talks about it, it may as well be a foreign country.

“You've never even been to a concert in Tulsa?”

“No, it sounds like it costs an arm and a leg just to make a left turn with all the tolls,” he says.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Why haven’t you been more often, then?”

“Well, it’s not that good,” I say.

“What’s so good that it’s worth a five hour drive?”

And, of course, I know what he can’t help but say.

“Other than you.”

I make a fake retching noise, and we have a laugh. I hate that romantic garbage.

“You know I gotta tell ya, since you won’t tell yourself.”

“Pull over for real, I’m gonna puke.”

I wanted to get out and stretch, that’s all. I start hiking up one of the hills. In the winter they would be excellent for sledding, if only it weren't for the highway. In the late summer they were like Elysium on a globe.

It takes a serious, concerted effort from each leg to heave myself up the amber waves. The wind is famous here. That much of the stereotype is true. I stoop at the peak of the hill and see the silhouette of a squall line over the hills, dipping across the highway. My hair whips at my face. A convoy of semi’s teeter past as the dry, wheezy air spins and devils skyward.

The wind turbines loped on at the same pace they always did, despite the gales. It’s as if the world were not complete until those looming needles were pincushioned into the dusty ground. I tell Tom things like that, and he always brushes it off. He’s a far bigger fan of the stinking creeks and the oppressive, moist air of my home.

“This place really is still the dust bowl. You stick around long enough, and you’ll see it.”

“I was here all last summer, babe. It was dusty, humidity is what kills me. The day after it rains in Missouri’s summer is the hottest of the year. You should know, you were there.”

“Well at least we’ll always have to visit your folks. I was laughing it up in that summer rain.”

The squall on the horizon prickled with violet thorns, a hot rush of rainscent loped across our path on the long fourty-four. The bug shook against the buffet, but he held firm as always. Tom sniffed.

“My mom always said big storm cells like that made people show their true colors. Even in summer, people raid the stores. The roads flood real bad here, everything’s so flat. ”

"Yeah, she’s where all that cheesy crap in your brain comes from.”

“Hey now, my mom’s a smart lady.”

“Maybe to you. It’s always storming in Missouri. You know how many funnel clouds I’ve seen try and give my house a kiss?”

“You’ve told me quite a few.”

I always wanted to plant an orchard on my grandma’s land. It’s not a lot of land, and it’s not a very profitable place for an orchard, but there’s a dream in my mind of walking through the flowering trees in a light summer rain just after spring. That’s the kind of rain Tom was remembering. Most sunshowers in Missouri are dreadful because of that heat you know is coming. Countless garden projects dashed against the stones because of it.

I know, realistically, that the orchard would burn up much the same. I bet it wouldn’t even get to its first harvest, and it would be nothing but a muddy field full of little black sprigs. As a child, I had a friend who lived in the city limits. His parents got it into their heads that they were farmers, not ten minutes away from Aldi’s.

“You know, they say that when you tend an orchard it’s a virtue. It’s because only future generations will know the sweetness of that fruit.”

“Babe. Enough.”

He  says, “Yeah, yeah. It sounds maternal though. I think that’s very uncharacteristic and very sweet to hear from you.”

“I don’t want kids. I want those pears.”

We laugh, but we don’t laugh the same.

“Are they that good? You never buy pears for groceries,” he says.

“Most of them are just normal pears. They’re huge, knotty and fat. I’m not usually the ‘eat a straight up pear’ type of person. I just love to be around them. She grew strawberries, which I hated. She grew apples, which immediately soured and went crabby. She grew some impressive pears. There’s a small and special little tree in my Grandma’s garden, and it grew the best damn asian pears you’ve ever had.”

“So you’ve always been picky. What’s the difference?”

“Well the flavor, I guess. They’re more apple-like in their bite, and almost boozy in the taste. You remember that sake we had a while back? With the fancy little jar they brought out?”

“That stuff was really good.”

“It was only fifteen for a serving like that, too. We’ve gotta try and find some. We’ve also gotta get some asian pear jam, if they ever grow again.”

“Jam?”

“Yeah, like jelly.”

“I didn’t know they made pear jam.”

“Well don’t sound so disgusted. You’d eat a pear, right?”

“I don’t know, I’m not really—”

“Pear jam is awesome, alright? You’ll just have to believe me.”

“It seems like a lot of work just to eat a fruit you’re not that fond of.”

“I am fond of them!” I say, a little flippantly. “They’ve always been there. Pears are an inseparable part of summer and fall. I’d have to carry bucket after bucket back to the house and wrap them so they’d ripen. Then, a month or so later, they’d be ready to eat, or dehydrate, or jam.”

Tom’s quiet for a moment, and the car’s getting to be unbearably muggy. Kansas really can get hot, but that’s not Kansas’s fault.

“I’m a little surprised it’s that big of a deal to you. You never let me try any.”

“Don’t you remember? I said everything stopped growing in my grandma’s garden a while ago. If anything ever does though, I’ll be sure to make you try some.”

The broken A/C wheezes out an admirable little breeze. The sunflower road signs pass by, occasionally interrupted by a tractor trailer or a billboard with some hateful slogan. Those aren't Kansas’s fault, and they’re so derelict out in that bountiful wasteland that they seem more like ancient ruins than some warning of slurs to come. In fact, everyone I’ve met in Kansas has been just peachy. They’re far nicer here than back home, where frowning is the state sport.

After another hour of NPR, just as the sun hides behind the hills, the squall line officially crests across the horizon. The cell signal drops, and the cheap little touch screen radio gives us a shrugging emoji.

I love this part. Tom’s a lot of things, but he’s terrified of quiet. Makes a complete mouse out of him. He’ll usually whimper out a few jokes, and we’ll laugh. I’ll give him ten minutes of cold shoulder and he’ll insist upon some big topic that’s been eating him. That’s how it is, he can’t just say the important thing when he needs to. He’s gotta make an appointment, usually about this time.

This time he’s quiet.

I’m almost impressed, so I pretend to doze for a moment. I roll over in my seat, curling up. My head keeps bouncing against the headrest, so sleep’s out of the question. I wonder if it’ll be hard to sleep, living somewhere away from home again. I listen close, past the rush of the car and into the Kansas twilight. There’s no cicadas, no dogs barking. The A/C smells like the promise of beer or fresh bread, hot out the oven at that. Just for me. It’s nice. It’s quiet. There’s a hint of rain, a slight chill.

It’s a little unnerving. So I yawn and stretch til my hands hit the ceiling’s sagging upholstery.

“You’re quiet,” I say. “What’s the matter, nothing on your mind?”

“No. Why, do you have something you need to tell me?”

“No. You usually do and save it for here though. I was kind of looking forward to it.”

“You know me so well.”

I brace for another cheesy one liner that doesn’t come. Just that Kansas quiet.

“Well, I should hope so,” I manage.

“Why were you pretending to be asleep just now?”

I have a little laugh. He’s quiet. Tom’s car speeds on and on in a straight line, towards a purpling sky. I’m sweating quite a bit in that dry, airy car. The vents aren’t much comfort, failing their one job.

“I don’t know, I guess I was waiting on you to ask me something.”

“Something like that?”

“Uh, sure. I guess not. I was just passing time.”

“Right.”

The sea of wheat outside sighs. I crack the window for a minute and stare out, head just past the portal. The wind is still dancing out here, just like it was earlier, and the trip before. No escape from the heat either, since it’s coming from outside. Nothing’s wrong with Kansas.

“Close that, it’s hurting my ears.”

And it does hurt a little, so I close the window.

“You aren’t seeing anyone else right now, are you?”

“Jesus, Tom, no!” I shout. I didn’t mean to shout. I’m just offended at the question at this point. I mean, I’m moving in with him, and he springs something like that?

The radio sputters back on, thank god.

Tom turns it off. I glare at him. His eyes are on the road, a good driver. He’s trying to stare through me without looking at me.

“Look,” he says, “I only ask that because I love you. This is a big deal, and I just gotta be sure.”

“You asked me to move in with you. I want to. So, what, are you never going to be able to fully trust me?”

He goes quiet again. He doesn’t have to say no. It’s the same situation. He wants to, but he’s a big-ass, principled man. He doesn’t let go of the past. He makes enemies. Even me.

I’ve already decided to move in with him. I do not go back on my decision, I’m not insane. I see him white knuckling the wheel. He must be remembering, too.

He must remember how it was his decision to not date around. I was always the only one good enough for him. He remembers that just because he doesn’t usually ask questions that he won’t like the answers to, what he does not know will still hurt him. Rather, he insists that it does.

The fact that I have chosen him now is not enough, and it never will be. He expects the opposite to be enough for me. I see him there, beads of sweat squeezing out from his hairy hands. He’s shaking a bit.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve grown lazy, or overly comfortable. I haven’t been seeing anybody but him for quite some time now. A long-distance relationship is a tall order to fill. Maybe that’s why he works himself up like this.

He’s not budging, so that settles it.

“Tom, I’m not backing down from this. The fact that you still feel this way, and bring it up now is a real dick move. I’m gonna stick around for six months or a year or two, if I want. Then I’m gone.”

His bug’s path trembles in the wind, but it doesn’t stray its course. Tom’s hands are strangling the wheel now.

“Does that make you wanna go through with this less? I could be lying now. Maybe I’ll stay forever, I don’t know. What I do know is that I need my partner to trust me.” I lay my head on his shoulder and say, “I love you. I know you love me, too. Isn’t that enough?”

He screws up his face, deciding. He chooses to say nothing, and turns the radio back on. Save that, it’s quiet until Big Bertha's loom crests the horizon.

“If I ask you to stop at the big ol’ gal, are you going to push me off and be done with it?”

He laughs, “Of course not. I love you, too.”

“See now that’s the most romantic thing you’ve said all trip.”

Big Bertha is a rusting crane, long decommissioned, but it still makes a decent excuse for a tourist trap. Most people are too smart or too boring to fall for those things anymore, but not me and Tom. Big Bertha is up on a bit of a hill, roiling walls of grain all around. The gate attendant is either sleeping or out to lunch. If you and your partner are the adventurous sort, it's a nice romantic detour. If you and your partner are exceedingly stupid, the view from the top is to die for.

“Babe, didn’t you feel the wind shaking the car earlier? You can’t climb that thing.”

“I’ll just hold on tight, like before! Come on, Tom. For me?”

“No way.”

“You can’t stop me, then."

I’m already climbing the chicken wire fence. Tom’s deciding to say nothing. I hop over, a little puff of dust toots up from the ground. Bertha’s corroding form looms above me on a dry, cracked concrete slab. She’s as tall as a wind turbine, and twice as climbable

“Please don’t go up there. If something were to happen to you now—”

I don’t wait for him to finish. The rusty iron spokes running up along Big Bertha are plenty grippy for my feet, but I quickly want to go back for gloves. I’m as stubborn as Tom is in some ways, though. I don’t, and my hands stay the course.

The wind does blow awfully strong in Kansas. I feel Bertha swaying slightly as Tom and the car and the cracked concrete slab are progressively swallowed up by the wheaty sea. I was right, too. All I need to do is hold on tight and be brave to keep myself steady as I climb.

I don’t bother to get to the top, but I do stop and gawk at a little valley I see a ways down the road. There’s a thick fog being kneaded by the wind, I can see it threatening to spill out of the valley. When the wind settles, it will. For now, the wind lopes over it without a care. I was able to fool myself that I had climbed above the squall line, looking at that valley. Up in the air, feet dangling above the clouds.

I kick my feet like that for a little spell, and then I do feel bothered to get to the top. The funny thing is at that point it’s not hard, and the Kansas wind settles down just a bit. Just for me.

I find it easy to love Kansas because it does that for me. It’s a more nurturing place than the swamp I call home. Easier to breathe, easier to feel free. I look down from Big Bertha on the climb down, and I can just barely see a little ‘FOR SALE’ sign on the bob-wire. I don't believe it.

That’s what I rush to when my feet hit the lovely, dusty ground. Of course, It’s not Big Bertha, It’s the land next to her. I don’t know how big an acre is, maybe it’s even the land around her. I’m walking back to the car, where Tom’s waiting in a little huff. I’m daydreaming about buying the land and homesteading a little ranch, or rather, an orchard. I wonder what would grow here, and the answer licks at my face with almost a longing. It’s a sweet little picture, just farmer me and my farmer Tom under Big Bertha. All we’d need is a thresher and we could spin this straw already around us into gold.

“I can’t believe you did that. She’s fit to fall over any day now.”

Now I’m quiet for a moment as the beast groans above. He’s right, but I’m glad I did. What if she falls just as we roll down the hill? I may never see her shape against the sun again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come. I should have.”

I’m still quiet. I’m wondering about some more realistic housing options. I know Augusta’s super cheap. I love Wichita, but that place will drain the very soul from your bank account.

“Babe, look I—”

Now I put a little finger up to shush him. Forceful, yet gentle on his lips. I look at him with all the love I feel for him, right then and there. That’s how it is with me and him. The rain finally begins to fall in Kansas, and the windshield wipers screech across Tom’s windshield. “Hey, you love me. You just can’t stand it. Let’s just get back home this once, ok?”

#writing #writeblr #short story #fiction #romantic #original post

[triviareads]

I am loving the combo of Julie Murphy and Sierra Simone. My mind auto corrects Christmas Notch to Christmas Crotch.

Can you recommend any similar books? A modern Hallmark movie with a few hard-core scenes?

So in terms of romance novels with Hallmark vibes, I admittedly don't read a lot of holiday themed romances, but I can rec some romance novels with small town vibes that are relatively low-conflict but still have good sex scenes.

There are a few Tessa Bailey books that fit the description. Her newer stuff feels overwhelmingly tame and very made-for-booktok (her next book has a hero who is a... washed up golf pro?), and some of her older stuff is a little bit too intense to be Hallmark-y (she has a series that feels Suicide Squad-inspired; a group ex-cons working on covert ops with cops, also, she wrote a lot of cop stuff back in the day). Here's what I'd recommend from her:

Fix Her Up: This will give you all the Hallmark cuteness of the brother's best friend trope set in a Long Island suburb. Georgie is a children's birthday party entertainer (clown) who's had a long-time crush on Travis, a former MLB player. They agree to fake date in order for her to be taken more seriously and so he can land a commentating gig. There's some great dirty talk in this one, and the very first sex scene ("does underwear count as over-the-clothes?") lives rent free in my head.

Unfortunately Yours: Here is my full review; Natalie is a big city girl returning to her Napa hometown, while August is an ex-soldier struggling to revive a late friend's winery. They agree to a marriage of convenience so they can both get start-up capital. The banter is great in this one, both of them give as good as they get. There's a loooot of foreplay in the build-up to piv stuff, and I personally feel that the culmination is a very emotional sex scene in the middle of a natural disaster. Outside.

Runaway Girl: Naomi is a runaway bride who takes a job coaching Jason's sister for her upcoming pageant. Naomi is an upper class debutante pageant girl while Jason is a grumpy rough-and-ready Special Forces diver so very opposites attract. It has one of my niche favorite tropes of a angsty goodbye sex scene where one of them is leaving AND YET they know deep in their bones she's getting knocked up tonight.

Other recs:

Heartless by Elsie Silver: She's a big city girl staying in a small town for the summer, and she gets roped into nanny-ing for the guy she accidentally dropped her (spare) panties in front of. He's a gruff, older rancher single dad who is initially Not Impressed, but they come around to one another. Also, the spare panties do make a return in a pretty surprising way for a small-town romance.

Forbidden Harmony by Elizabeth Kelly: Another good-girl/bad boy small town romance except with the less-than-Hallmark addition of Addison deciding to rebel against her good girl image by getting a tattoo... and multiple piercings from the hero lolol.

Try Victoria Wilder's Strutt's Peak series; it has small mountain resort town vibes and a pretty wide range in terms of content ranging from more Hallmark-y shenanigans to death threats and corporate drama. Also worth checking out Samanthe Beck— idk how much she fits the Hallmark vibe specifically but she knows how to write a great sex scene as far as contemporaries go.

#tessa bailey #elsie silver #elizabeth kelly #book recs #romance novels #contemporary romance #ask

[jollyroadpalaceprune]

Mirlo: El Final del Día

Chapter 1: La Ansiedad Adolescente

During Raymundo Juan’s Childhood, he and his brother Pedro snuck into a cave system in a hill. They were told by their parents to never go into this cave system because even though it is close to their home they can not save them if something happens. The cave nearly collapsed due to a storm and they escaped the cave. Their parents were angry, but glad that they were alright. Some years have passed and the boys grew up with Pedro being a scholar and Raymundo becoming a rabbit hunter. 15 year old Raymundo, feeling more of an outcast in his wealthy family left his hometown of Rascafria, Spain to become an explorer. His Father, a honest businessman who owns a circus in Madrid, Spain, supports his son's decision to explore the world and gave him some personal items and money before his trip

A year has passed and Raymundo is living the party scene in Mexico City. a man who gave him a job led him to a supposed party near an ancient Aztec village, to which Raymundo happily went. It was a trap and his boss was a leader of a cannibalistic cult, who attacked all the unsuspecting guests. Raymundo had a piece of his neck bitten off and was being eaten. An Egyptian superhero named Dire Qurmiziun, who is secretly a female scientist called Jacey Brasher, saved him by spraying him with a nanite spray that regrew all his eaten flesh. She attacked some of the cult members with her compressed blaster, but the leader got away. She picked up the now unconscious Raymundo and flew him back to the city. He woke up to Ghaliya, Jacey’s Daughter, taking care of him due to the nanite spray healing his injuries but draining his energy. After a few days, They fell for each other and started dating.

One day while looking on the news, he saw a police interview that involved his parents. His parents were murdered by his brother. Raymundo took the next plane to Spain and began searching for his brother. During his search, he meets a man named Anthelme Hubert, who told him a clue about his brother, begrudgingly he listens to Anthelme. He followed the lead to an abandoned cave where he saw his brother, face down in mysterious liquid. Raymundo runs to him and pulls him out, but falls unconscious when he gets out.

When he woke up, he noticed that his brother’s body was gone. Raymundo, not understanding what is going on, decides he needs to be with his girlfriend now that he has nobody else he considers as family. So he collected his inheritance and left Spain, all the while unaware of his powers.

Chapter 2: Feliz 17 Cumpleaños

It has been a while since his parents died and his powers have yet to kick in. He was adopted by Anthelme, who is helping him look for his brother. He has this gut feeling his brother is not dead and knows one day he will see and fight him. He is nose deep in his phone looking for any news that is odd or possible sightings of his brother.

“Come on, kid!” 

Raymundo looks up and sees Anthelme in the doorway. “You got to get ready for your big day!”

“I’m sorry,” said Raymundo, “I wasn’t paying attention. Just looking for one sign to finally end this mystery.”

Anthelme smiled. “It’s fine. I just don’t want you to miss your life as it passes by.” Raymundo, fully dressed, comes down and starts to see a big birthday party. Everybody was happy to see him and started partying. Anthelme set Raymundo down for some sweets, Leche Frita and Arroz con Leche, and some presents. Raymundo left the party for some air, but the thoughts of his brother brought his mood down.

He wants to focus on the party and the good times, but the threat of his brother and the unknown reasoning of his parents’ murder still rings in his head. He also notes how he feels different, but no matter what, he can not find the cause internally and externally. Lee Morison, a friend of Anthelme, walks up to Raymundo and starts to speak with him.

“How are you, mate?”

“I am good,” said Raymundo. “Just out of it.”

“Yeah. I heard about the search. You do not have to worry about him. He is out there being a criminal on the run and you are here living the good life.”

“I just need to know why. To ask this burning question.”

Lee says, “the question could lead you to an answer, maybe a question worse than you could ever imagine.”

“I am willing to take the risk.”

“I can tell by looking.”

“Everybody says that. I do not know why. Is it the face?”

They began to joke around until something caught Raymundo’s attention. Somebody walked into a party, an Egyptian woman wearing a formal white dress. Lee notices that the woman wants to talk to him.

“Well, let’s talk more later. You got a guest.” said Lee.

The woman revealed herself as Jacey Brasher. She starts to speak about how she is Ghaliya’s Mother and wants to meet him. 

“She wanted to come with me, but she was busy with school.”

“How do I know you are her mother?” Raymundo Questions.

“I got the same last name, eyes, and hair, kid. Nothing to say.” Jacey Jokingly said.

Anthelme beckons Jacey to him to which they said their goodbyes. Jacey went to Anthelme and had a serious conversation. Raymundo noticed and as they snuck away, he followed. Raymundo sees Anthelme hand Jacey a file to which Jacey pulls a picture that shows a symbol for Canes Vindictae. Raymundo remembers something about the Canes Vindictae and how they are led by a man named Noche Silenciosa who supposedly has powers and that they are known for their kidnapping. Never considering that they could be a clue to his brother.

He stalked a known base of the Canes Vindictae and then he saw movement. He put on a mask and broke into the base thinking it was a good idea.

It was until something went wrong. He saw a random little girl just living there and she screamed. She ran into a room and locked the door in which she sounded an alarm. A bunch of gang members showed up led by a man named Colton Elliot, a high ranked member of Canes Vindictae. He fist fights the guys in the room, who overwhelmed him.

He wakes up in a cell in the Canes Vindictae base. He sees them discussing how they should kill him before he causes them any trouble. Just before they finalize their decision, A Vigilante named Necroclaw breaks in and slashes at a few members with his claws. He looks at Raymundo through his cell door and rips the door off its hinges. Necroclaw scolds him for his reckless actions. He told Raymundo to go tell the police. As Raymundo leaves, He can hear the screams of the gang members that were being killed by Necroclaw.

Raymundo ran to the police station  and submitted a report to the police officers there. Police looked at him and laughed since they were a small town and no international gang would ever set base there. So he went back home and while he was on his way back, he was being stalked. He looks on the roof of a nearby house and sees a glowing pair of eyes. He slowly walked as the eyes followed. When he sped up, the moving eyes sped up. He ran, but was immediately pounced on by this wolf-like being that is hunched over him. It bites into his arm, as he is screaming out in pain, he punches the wolfman away. This surprised him and the wolfman. As he went in for another punch, the wolfman grabbed his arm and picked him up. So Raymundo starts punching the wolfman, which brutally deforms the wolfman’s face. He picked up a nearby brick to hit the wolfman, but got slapped away. As the wolfman began to run, Raymundo grabbed the wolfman’s legs and dragged him closer. He throws the wolf to a nearby wall and starts brutally kicking and punching it until it dies. Necroclaw and Crimson Carapace show up late, which angers Raymundo. Necroclaw and Dire Qurmiziun revealed that they are Anthelme and Jacey.

The next morning, Raymundo wakes up and sees Anthelme standing by his doorway. Raymundo asks why he is in the room to which Anthelme explains that Canes Vindictae are up to something and his brother is not a part of the plan, but is in the group. Raymundo, given the gravity of his choices, decides they need to figure out what the Canes Vindictae are up to. To this Anthelme replies now he needs a suit and a name.

Chapter 3: La Máscara

Raymundo Juan, Now the hero Mirlo, is trying to figure out his next move. He is researching  reports about Canis Vindictae and is shocked to see no mentions of supernatural phenomena in the reports. There is a knock on his door and he opens it to see his girlfriend Ghaliya. She flew from Mexico to see him. She invited him to a tour date around the city, but he insisted that he could not. She gave him a poultry look until he agreed to go. He dressed in a blazer, button up shirt, and slacks, while she dressed in thigh high boots, jeans, and a t-shirt.

“Hey baby,” she said as she walked closer to him as they walked around. She questioned why he never returned to Mexico and what he was doing in the room. He told her about what happened up until the mysterious liquid. He told her that he can not tell her about what he was doing because it was very personal. She somehow understood despite not knowing the superhero stuff that her mother and him were doing. He looks hurt for not being able to tell her the whole truth to which she replied “What’s wrong?”

“I can not say for sure,” replied Raymundo. As they walk everytime he looks into a reflective surface, he sees the Mirlo mask that he got. Suddenly a man and woman stopped them. They attacked them and Raymundo and Ghaliya defended themselves and ran away.

“Why did they just attack us?” exclaimed Ghaliya.

“I can take a guess, but I do not want to take it there!” replied Raymundo.

Ghaliya noticed the look in Raymundo’s eyes. They looked different from usual, more serious than ever possible. “I guess this is the part where I stop asking questions,” she says. He looks at her with an agreed face.

The two ran to an abandoned building and hid separately. Lee Morrison is sitting slightly out of sight of everything with a beer in his hand. He is watching and waiting for something. The attackers entered in search of them.

“I do not understand what is happening,” whispered Ghaliya. “I need to find Raymundo.”

Raymundo opened a door to his Mirlo suit. “Supongo que Lee descubrió los escondites.” Ghaliya walked up to Raymundo as Mirlo and she was shocked to see him.

“Who are you?” she asked. He did not reply so that she does not get anymore involved. Mirlo yelled out to the hidden Lee. Lee makes an obvious sign that he left.

“What was that?”

“A family friend,” said Mirlo. 

“I need your help to find my boyfriend who is also hidden in this building!” she exclaims.

“He is fine,” said Mirlo. “I am sure he will be fine where he is, but you need to go hide too.” Before she could go hide, the attackers, now in their werewolf form, showed up and rushed him.

She watched as Mirlo fought the wolves. He punched one of the wolves so hard it sent the wolf into a wall. The other wolf bit into his neck seemingly killing him, but Mirlo grabbed a knife and stabbed it in the stomach. The wolf let go and ran away. The wolf that was sent flying was the female of the attackers. He grabbed her and threw her into a room . He locked the room so that she would not escape.

“Can you finally tell me who you are?” asked Ghaliya.

“Ok, but promise me you will not freak out.” replied Mirlo.

He removes his mask and explains the story so far. This includes how he got powers and trained under Necroclaw. this did not include her mother’s superhero status. He admits how he felt guilt for lying to her for one bit to which she replied that it was ok. He hears banging on the door and looks at it.

“You may want to leave because I am going to squeeze her for information and I do not want you to see me like that." Raymundo said with a mask in hand.” I understand.” Ghaliya said as she left.

Chapter 4: El Ayuntamiento

Raymundo Juan, as Mirlo, has been chasing leads in Madrid for many days. He has been trying to find more leads. He knows that they are still in Spain, but he can not find or communicate with the Canis Vindictae. Necroclaw shows up in front of him and gives him a name and a photo of a man who he can charm his way for information. He made his way around the city until he saw the man on a bench in the park. He took off his costume in the restroom and approached the man. He made quick friends with this man, whose name is Nikos, and enjoyed a conversation with him. Suddenly, a woman with metallic claws attacks them. Raymundo did his best to defend Nikos from the woman, using a random stick like a bat. She slashed open Nikos’s stomach and left. With his dying words, Nikos says “Raymundo, the gang is heading to a new base, I do not know where but I know when.” he died in Raymundo’s arms. Raymundo felt the assassin was looking through him as he was fighting.

The day after, Raymundo met with Ghaliya who surprised him. She told him about a bunch of armored trucks heading out of the city. Raymundo realized it was the Canis Vindictae and it is an official lead. He broke into the old base and found an old parchment in the back of a desk drawer, which belonged to Colton.  The parchment talked about a hidden base in Greece and how they are shipping some mystical artifact to it.

Chapter 5: La Trampa

Mirlo snuck into the hidden base to put an end to Colton’s plan.

Colton is surprised by Mirlo’s appearance, but he figures that he might have found some clues to where he is. He knew eventually they would fight someday, but that day is now. Colton, with a flick of his wrist, summoned an army of flaming skeletons armed with flaming weapons. “Get him!” Colton says. As the skeleton charges at him.

Mirlo fights the skeleton with his fist. As they fight, Colton says “I am sure you have noticed that we do not have extra time so antio sas.”

Mirlo is not in the mood for banter as he grabs his daggers to dispatch the remaining enemies. Mirlo notices Colton is gone. As Mirlo closes in on Colton, Mirlo says “it is over Colton. Your plan is failing and I will get the information and the artifact from you.” In a split second, Mirlo feels a burning sensation. He realized he was being set on fire to the point where he was dead before he could earn more.

Colton exits the base and takes a helicopter to the temple of Apollo with the artifact which looks like to be the Loot of Apollo.  He contacts somebody and tells them that Mirlo is dead and the contacted man asked if he was sure. Mirlo wakes up with most of his costume burned outside of most of his mask, his hood, and utility belt. Knowing he needs to find Colton again, he puts on some clothes with his remaining costume and leaves the base.

Chapter 6: Vivo

As Raymundo makes his way to the temple, he starts to imagine what if he never left his family for a life of adventure. His parents would still be alive and his brother would be around and potentially what he is currently. What if he never became Mirlo. He would be depressed about the unsolved murder of his parents and the unsolved disappearance of his brother. What if he had gotten over his parents death, he would have not been on his journey of being a superhero.

Raymundo sees some flaming skeletons on the steps of the Temple. Mirlo starts fighting them with his bounded fist. Within a few minutes,  Dire Qurmiziun and Necroclaw joined the fight with Dire blasting enemies away with energy blasts and Necroclaw hacking enemies with his claws. Necroclaw tells Mirlo to keep going while they hold off the army. So Mirlo runs to the top.

Chapter 7: Mi Mundo

Mirlo shows up behind Colton on the temple for the final battle. Colton mentions that MIrlo’s brother said he is just as great as him. This stunned Mirlo for a second before he  moved on to fighting. Colton coats his fist with fire and they start fighting with both parties throwing effective punches. Colton thinks he has the advantage because Colton has years of experience, but he is overtaken by Mirlo’s fierce attacks and brutal methods. Mirlo nearly kills him.

As Necroclaw and Dire Qurmiziun shows up, Mirlo starts questioning Colton about his brother.

Mirlo asks, “What do you know about my brother!”

Colton says, “ he is looking forward to meeting again, but in his new form as Caballero de la sombra.”

Mirlo knocks Colton out. Finally having a clue, he feels a little lighter than before, but knows a war about to come. Raymundo went home to his surprise Ghaliya waiting for him there.

The next morning, he wakes up with Ghaliya still in his bed. He walks out the room to a happy morning and breakfast. He gets the mail and sees a note saying “see you soon! "In a dark room, a man in the shadows is monologuing to his gang about their future plans. In his speech, he also remembered the good times with his family and how his brother was the golden child while he was the coward. When he ends the monologue with the declaration of his change, he steps out of the shadows to reveal himself as an older Pedro and he walks to his own suit saying “I am coming  brother for the Gran Final!”

[caitlin-scstudyabroad]

Post 6 : Amsterdam

During the school week, my roommates and I took our first Spanish Cooking Class! SAI set up the program completely for free and for this meal we were making Paella. About 12 of us created the dish from start to finish, we cut the vegetables, cooked the chicken, rolled out dough, brewed sauce, and seasoned everything to perfection. We ended up having a 3 course meal; papayas bravos, pan con tomate y pimientos, paella, and creme brûlée- we even got to torch the sugar on top!

I also started my local friend and service project this week! My local friend is an optional program you can sign up with SAI, and you are paired with someone who lives in Barcelona and wants to meet Americans and practice their English. I met my friend, Adrian, and he is so nice. He is 18 years old and just started his first year in veterinarian university. He lives 45 mins away from school so he has to take a bus or metro everyday. He said I can visit his hometown area and he can show me his school! For my service project, I am volunteering at an elementary school in Barcelona for 4th graders. I constructed a presentation about myself and was told to speak very slowly because they are still learning English. Most of them speak Catalan or Spanish so I am practicing a little bit of my Spanish while learning some phrases in Catalan. I am very excited to continue this project because I love working with kids and it is crazy to see the differences in American schools vs Spanish schools. 

This weekend we flew to Amsterdam! For some reason I have never had a strong desire to visit Amsterdam. I think it was because I didn’t know much about it, but it ended up being one of my favorite places ever! It was unlike any city I have been to. The first day we arrived, we checked into our hostel and grabbed fabulous waffles from the shop below us. We walked through the busy streets to the Anne Frank House. The streets here are crazy! There are many different lanes and curving streets for not only cars and pedestrians but bikes too! Not to mention the large canals winding through very road. It is very cool to see so many people riding their bikes and you can tell that it is the most common method of transportation. The Anne Frank house was phenomenal and interesting to see her families stories hiding in isolation from the entire world. 

We finished the night with classic Danish food and tried Amsterdams version of a croquette - a bitterball! It was very yummy and for our main course we ordered a danish meatball on top of mashed potatoes. So good!

The next day we went to the famous Pancake Bakery. This was scrumptious and deserves the hype!

We then made our way to the (slightly underwhelming) Fault in our Stars bench. Along the way we stopped in some shift stores and shops and I bought a light blue scarf. The fashion in Amsterdam is immaculate; everyone wear stunning colors and cool unique pieces. I felt so dull and underdressed in my white coat, so I knew I had to buy a colorful scarf. We then stalled over to Vondelhar park and rented bikes for an hour. This was my favorite part of the trip, it was so freeing riding our bikes through the beautiful greenery. 

Later that night, we bought tickets to tour the Heineken Museum. This was a very interesting museum and they even gave us 2 free beers! We learned how each beer is made, the time it takes, the ingredients put inside, and you could even design your own bottle!

The next day, we booked tickets to do river canal cruise. It was so cool to see how all the canals intertwine and our tour guides were awesome sharing the history and funny stories of Amsterdam. 

#studyabroad #amsterdam #barcelona #paella

[vikkirosko]

since we did the Yandere Horror South Park Girls and Boys its the other characters turn

Horror Estella Havisham,Pip Pirrup,Gregory,Gary Harrison,Christophe

👒Yandere!Estella Havisham x Reader 🪵

You came to England on vacation. You've been waiting for this trip for a very long time and were going to enjoy it to the fullest. The first few days you walked around the city, but then you decided to go to the countryside. There you found a big abandoned mansion

The villagers who were not far from this mansion told you a story that a young girl used to live there, but she died under mysterious circumstances, since then her ghost has been living in this mansion. You are very intrigued by this story, so you decided to go to this mansion

The mansion was quite beautiful, even despite the layer of dust and cobwebs. You wandered around the mansion until you found a room in which something was hanging on the wall, hidden under a cloth. You had to make some effort to remove the fabric, which, as it turned out, hid the portrait of the girl. You decided that it was the same girl who died in this mansion. In the portrait, she looked about the same age as you and was very beautiful. You stared at the portrait, but when you heard some noise behind you, you turned around sharply. When you looked at the portrait again, you saw that the girl was missing

You remembered the ghost story and decided that you should leave the mansion as soon as possible. You hurried to the exit, but all the doors slammed shut. You felt fear. You ran looking for another way out of this mansion, but abruptly another door slammed right in front of you. You turned around, going to look for another way out, but she was standing in front of you. The girl from the portrait. You froze. It was like she was alive, but it couldn't be. She took a step towards you. Fear has taken hold of you. You were afraid to move. She leaned over to you and whispered softly to you that she wouldn't let you leave

🇬🇧Yandere!Pip Pirrup x Reader 🎀

You left South Park when you were a kid. You remembered that something strange and incomprehensible was always happening in this city. And you also remembered your best friend, a boy named Philip. You left shortly after his death, but you didn't forget about him. That's why when you got older you decided to go to your hometown to visit his grave

When you arrived in the city, you saw that it was abandoned. You didn't know what exactly happened, because when you left, everything was fine in the city. You decided not to stay in the city for a long time and immediately went to the cemetery. To your horror, there were many more graves than you remembered. You didn't understand what happened in the city

You sat down in front of the grave of your childhood friend. You knew it was stupid to talk to the grave, but you missed your friend a lot. You said how much you missed him. You've been telling him about what's been going on in your life over the years. When the evening came, you were about to get up and leave, when you felt someone hug you from behind. You got scared

You heard a quiet voice that whispered to you not to leave. A voice whispered to you that he missed you and that he would never let you leave him alone again. You were scared. It was Philip's voice. But it couldn't be. You saw him die with your own eyes. But he was there now. You could clearly smell the blood. You understood that only a miracle could save you now

🗡Yandere!Gregory of Yardale x Reader ⛸

When you were studying at Yardale, you knew a guy named Gregory. Many people spoke of him as a smart and pleasant guy, but you rarely talked to him. Then he moved, and you never saw him again. Until one day you got a letter from him

He asked you to come to South Park. He didn't write the reason, but he really wanted to meet you. You didn't see the reason why you couldn't meet, so you decided to meet him

When you arrived in the city, you saw that there was no one there. This has already caused you concern. You didn't understand what happened there that all the residents of the city just left, and you also didn't understand why Gregory stayed in the city and didn't leave with everyone. You came to the house whose address was indicated in the letter. When you knocked on the door, no one answered. The door was open, but there was no one in the house

In the room on the second floor you found a note from Gregory. But when you started reading it, you were horrified. In the note he wrote that most likely he is already dead and that if you still came to visit him, he is very happy and hopes that you did not think that you could leave him. You thought it was all someone's terrible joke and wanted to head for the exit, but the front door was closed, although you definitely remembered that you didn't lock it. But when Gregory's voice rang out behind you, you froze. He only said one sentence. He asked if you really thought he would let you go

👔Yandere!Gary Harrison x Reader📖

You were sitting in a small room in Gary's house. Once he lived there with his family, but since then you have remained the only living person in the city. You tried not to leave this room. You moved all the water and food you found there and tried to keep the door locked. The reason for this was those who were waiting for you on the other side

Every night you barely slept because of Gary. He called you. He asked you to come out. He said he loved you. You didn't believe a word he said. When he was alive, he scared you by claiming that you were destined to be together. Even after his death, he continued to impose his feelings on you, only now you had nowhere to run, because the only place where he could not get to you was the very room in which you were hiding

Sometimes you thought you could hear the voices of his family. They asked you to leave the room. At such moments, you couldn't hold back your tears. You didn't understand why they couldn't leave you alone. You felt like you were starting to go crazy

You didn't know that when you fell asleep Gary came to your room. He could always do it, but he wanted you to have at least a small but personal space. He smiled looking at you, still alive, breathing and sleeping. There's no way he's going to let you go

🚬Yandere!Christophe Delorne x Reader 🕳

For a long time, you were part of a secret organization in which Christophe was also a member. You worked together, but when he was forced to go to South Park, you lost all contact with him. You didn't really regret it, because he often scared you with his behavior

When you were assigned to go to South Park and find Christophe, you were forced to obey the order. But when you arrived in the city, you didn't find anyone alive there. You tried not to pay attention to it. You just wanted to do your job and come home. You knew that Christophe must have a bunker somewhere in case of an emergency. That's where you went

In the bunker, you really found Christophe, or rather what was left of him. You didn't know what exactly killed Christophe, but you were sure that his death wasn't natural. You hurried to pick up his notes and wanted to leave, but the bunker door wouldn't open. You entered the password you found in Christophe's notes, but the door still remained closed. And then you heard a voice behind you. It was his voice

"Don't you dare leave me again... I won't let you go... I've been waiting for you all this time... Don't you dare leave me alone again..."

#South Park #South Park x Reader #South Park headcanons #Yandere! South Park #Estella Havisham #Estella Havisham x Reader #Yandere! Estella Havisham #Yandere! Estella Havisham x Reader #Pip Pirrup #Pip Pirrup x Reader #Gregory of Yardale #Gregory of Yardale x Reader #Gary Harrison #Gary Harrison x Reader #Christophe Delorne x Reader #Christophe Delorne #Ze Mole #Ze Mole x Reader #Yandere! Pip Pirrup #Yandere!Pip Pirrup x Reader #Yandere! Gregory of Yardale #Yandere!Gregory of Yardale x Reader #Yandere! Gary Harrison #Yandere! Gary Harrison x Reader #Yandere! Christophe Delorne #Yandere! Christophe Delorne x Reader #Yandere! Ze Mole #Yandere! Ze Mole x Reader

[thran-duils]

Castiel Masterlist

This includes all variations of Castiel (EXCEPT Lucifer!Cas, he will get his own masterlist) that I have written including:

Alpha!Cas

AU!Cas (S13)

Boss!Cas

Demon!Cas

Endverse!Cas

Godstiel

Grisha!Cas

Human!Cas

Mob!Cas

Officer!Cas

Pirate!Cas

Sub!Cas

Vampire!Cas

Plus Castiel x Reader x Other

SERIES

Crime Butchers Innocence

Reader is a hired assassin for an important Italian mafia family along with her partner, Darius. At a party, she catches the eye of a certain Russian crime lord. And against Darius’ warning, entices the man further.

Mob!Castiel x Reader (Smut, violence, heavy angst)

The Seeds You Sow

Reader travels to Camp Chitaqua to find out if Dean and Cas are still around. Reader/Castiel.

Endverse!Cas x Fem!Reader (Heavy angst, smut, drug use)

I Ask for So Little

Godstiel wants to keep the Reader protected from the world until he can rebuild it to his idea of perfection.

Godstiel x Fem!Reader (Mention of smut, pregnancy, angst, controlling Cas)

Keeping the Sun Up Off Our Bones

Michael was her betrothed but Castiel had no problem making time to be close to her or killing people to make sure she was safe. He didn’t believe Michael was her true mate. He desired her. And he would have her. Taste her. Engagement be damned.

Vampire!Cas x Fem!Vamp Reader (Angst, smut, violence)

She Was Sent

Drabble mixing with witches and Season 12 Cas to Season 4 Cas. On request, extra parts to expand.

Castiel x Fem!Reader (Angst with recollection)

Did You Miss Me?

Reader has always had a very… complicated relationship with her friend Claire’s father.

Officer!Cas x Fem!Reader (Age difference, smut)

Beauty, Reputation, & Wealth

AU Castiel is part of the mob but also endowed with magic (based off of Grisha by Leigh Bardugo. So y’all, he still has his “grace”!). The reader is employed in a brothel and of course, his favorite. But, she starts to develop feelings for another…

Grisha!Cas x Fem!Reader (Smut, angst, violence, death)

Angel Turned Human

Reader invites Castiel to their home trying to protect him from the harshness of human life.

Human!Cas x Fem!Reader (Eventual smut)

Tarnish

Castiel is a fallen angel and made a risque deal with a girl who happens to teach at a Catholic school.

Demon!Cas x Fem!Reader (Smut, dub-con, controlling Cas)

Rise For Your King

The reader was betrothed to the prince but when a neighboring king decides to dole out justice to your future father in law, he destroys the royal family, leaving you with the two youngest princesses. The mage king takes an immediate liking to you, letting you live. What will you do with this opportunity?

King!Cas x Fem!Reader (Eventual smut, angst, violence)

A Persistent Attraction

Your parents are having their 30th anniversary and you are visiting your hometown after years of being gone. After living int he city for so long, coming back to your small town is overwhelming and also brings about a lot of baggage. Including your intense high school romance with Castiel.

AU!Cas x Fem!Reader (Smut, angst with recollection)

Femme Fatale

In 1920s Seattle, Castiel runs an underground alcohol trade, soon too open his own speakeasy, and dabbles in loan sharking. He has eyes set on the reader, who enjoys a good chase and having a man wrapped around her finger. Castiel was getting himself tied in tightly and despite her best efforts, the reader was doing the same.

Mob!Castiel x Fem!Reader (Angst, smut)

In A Lonely City

Reader is dating her neighbor Castiel in a turbulent relationship. This Castiel is based off of Endverse!Castiel who has lost his grace and has an addiction problem. There will be angst ahead, everyone! No smooth sailing.

Endverse!Cas x Fem!Reader (Heavy angst, drug use, smut)

Ocean Lullaby

Castiel has been searching for over a decade and a half for the mermaid that spared his life when he was young for a reason unknown to him. He hasn’t been able to shake her song and lives his life on the sea, not liking spending time on land except to give his crew a break. It is a waste of time when he could be on the water where he could run into her again. What he doesn’t know is that he’s never left the mermaid’s mind either and every ship she encounters, she waits hopefully to catch a glimpse of him.

Pirate!Cas x Fem!Reader (Eventual smut, some angst, some violence)

Harem

THIS AU IS HEAVILY INFLUENCED BY MAD MAX: FURY ROAD. The apocalypse happened and the world is in a constant battle between factions of angels and demons. The angels behind Michael began to breed Omegas with angels in Alpha vessels, trying to find humans that could withstand the births much like humans that could withstand holding angels. Castiel has a harem of Omegas, the reader being one of them. Hannah watches over them and increasingly is uncomfortable with the imprisonment of them. She concocts a plan to save them.

Alpha!Cas x Fem!Reader (Extreme angst, death, violence, smut, child loss, Stockholm Syndrome)

All the King’s Horses

There is Light and there is Darkness. Either one cannot be destroyed, so they have met time and time again, struggling to keep balance within the realms. The Demon King is the strongest embodiment of the Darkness and has ruled over his kingdom of goblins and demons parallel to the mortal realms for centuries. When the Light finds a vessel within the mortal realm, the Demon King prepares to attempt to vanquish the Light once and for all. (Heavily based on / influenced by Labyrinth (1986) and Legend (1985))

Demon King!Cas x Fem!Reader (Extreme angst, non-con, dub-con smut, death, violence)

I Got This

Prompt inspired by @mishawh0 . Based off of Cas in Season 9. “I got this. I don’t got this.” And the line “I got you, babe.” The C/N is “cat name”

Castiel x Reader (Angst with comfort, pet death)

Temptation

Castiel has kept his vows as a priest to stay celibate, not diving into temptation. But ever since he moved to this small town, he had found himself continuously enamored with not only a woman but someone else’s wife. When the reader is left a widow, Castiel feels his desire entrench further now that he has a way in.

Priest!Cas x Fem!Reader (Eventual smut, slight angst, death, widowing)

Night Creatures

Beta!Sam and Beta!Dean stumble across two female vampires while spending a night out after a bust of a hunt. Too late to save the victim, they rid the world of two more monsters and call it a night. But when those two vamps turn out to be the wives of Castiel, one of the oldest and most powerful Alpha Vampires, there is hell to pay. When Castiel finds them, he seeks his revenge through the hunters’ Omega. And, for better or worse, her life will never be the same.

Alpha Vampire!Cas x Fem!Omega Vamp Reader (ABO dynamics, smut, forced mating, violence, death, angst)

Devils Look Like Angels

An unhinged, criminal, supernatural artifact collector extraordinaire… and the reader caught his eye. It will not take her long to realize that beneath the charm and mystique is a crazed killer who will go to great lengths to woo her.

Psychotic!Cas x Fem!Reader (Stalking, violence, death/murder, angst)

When the Truth Comes Out

The reader is in graduate school and has fallen into a surreptitious relationship with her married professor. Professor Novak is educated, handsome, and fascinating. But he has an issue of drawing healthy boundaries for him and the reader. And it all comes to a head when their secret is found out and everything has to change.

Professor!Cas x Fem!Reader (Smut, infidelity, heavy angst, emotional abuse)

ONE SHOTS

Petal

Reader fell in love with Castiel when she was 17. He was a street boss for the Mafia in Chicago and when he was arrested, she moved on reluctantly. Now, back in Chicago five years later, she has to face him again.

Mob!Cas x Fem!Reader (Controlling Cas, emotional abuse, age difference)

Lab Time

Reader and Professor Novak have a late meeting in his office for extracurricular activities.

Professor!Cas x Fem!Reader (Smut)

I’ll Be Your Good Girl

Castiel is furious that the reader flirts with another man in public.

Castiel x Fem!Reader (Dom/sub, smut)

Playing Games

Reader is getting a little frisky with Cas at the end of a hunt.

Castiel x Reader (Slight smut)

It Gets Worse

(Season 5) Castiel/Reader AU fluff.

Castiel x Fem!Reader

As If I Couldn’t Handle You

Season 12. Castiel and the Reader going a little too hard, which woke *some* people up.

Castiel x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Until We Bleed

Inspired by Until We Bleed by Lykke Li. The reader left Castiel and Dean when Sam fell to Lucifer, hurting Castiel. Reader has found the way back to Camp Chitaqua and tries to apologize.

Endverse!Cas x Fem!Reader (Angst)

Laying Claim

Plot? What plot. Godstiel coming back for his devoted servant.

Godstiel x Fem!Reader (Smut, dom/sub)

You Don’t Have to Hurt Me

A one shot based on a dream I had (what is going on in my brain?). This is not a happy story. The reader desires to escape from an abusive relationship with her mobster husband. And he is not ready to let her go.

Dark Mob!Castiel x Fem!Reader (Angst, abusive relationship, possessive behavior, death, violence, no happy ending

His Opinion

Reader is the executive assistant of Castiel, a CEO of a major company. Their relationship though runs deeper than a strictly professional one.

Boss!Castiel x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Wish I Had Your Confidence

Castiel is such an obedient pet. That’s all you need to know about this.

Sub!Boss Cas x Dom!Fem Reader (Dom/sub, smut)

I Wanna Feel You From the Inside

For @greenappleeyes‘ fic challenge. My prompts were “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails and the quote, “Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress”. I wrote the fic listening to “Closer” on repeat and it definitely helped and set the mood. ;) STORY PLOT - Castiel is the leader of a team (left ambiguous, could be bad, could be good, could be vigilante) and the reader is one of his “soldiers” that he has a lustful relationship with.

Assassin!Cas x Fem!Reader

In My Head

Set in the apocalypse verse, the reader is at the whim of her angel captor Castiel who has long figured out that some tortures are more effective.

AU!Cas x Fem!Reader (Non-con, smut, angst, kidnapping, imprisonment)

DRABBLES

Santa Seems to Know (Castiel x FemReader)

Can I Come Out? (Castiel x Fem!Reader)

Pity (Castiel x Fem!Reader)

First Mate (Castiel x Fem!Reader)

CASTIEL X READER X OTHER

Be Careful What You Wish For

Fulfilling my request to @mishawh0 for a spicy Castiel x Reader x Meg fic.

Castiel x Fem!Reader x Meg (PWP, Smut)

Persephone

Lucifer!Cas takes an obsession to the reader. Reader and Castiel had a previous relationship.

Lucifer!Cas x Fem!Reader, Castiel x Fem!Reader (Smut, dub-con, angst)

A New Sensation

AU!Castiel captures the reader and Cas in an attempt to get information out of them about their universe. Sex ensues. Castiel is AU!Cas, whereas Cas is our Castiel.

AU!Cas x Fem!Reader, Castiel x Fem!Reader (Dub-con, smut)

Sex And Candy

Based on the alternate universe presented to us in Season 15 with the trust fund versions of Dean and Sam. The reader is married to Dean but is forced to face Castiel again, a past flame from her time at the hunter academy. After a fight with Dean, she finds herself asking Castiel to join her at a hotel, unable to let go of the past.

AU!Dean x Fem!Reader, AU!Cas x Fem!Reader (Infidelity, smut)

Watch Me Burn

This fic was inspired by both parts of “Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem & Rihanna. Castiel and the reader are toxic for each other and keep falling back together until the reader moved away. It’s been years and now she is back home, waltzing back into Castiel’s life. She is determined to do better this time, to make them work, but outside forces as well as the scars the two have left on each other weave their way into their reconciliation. Will they be able to overcome the past and new threats to their sustainability?

AU!Cas x Fem!Reader, AU!Sam W x Fem!Reader (Extreme angst, domestic violence, Dom/sub, BDSM trust breaking, smut, alcohol abuse)

#castiel masterpost #fic post

[justmenoworries]

Yo, okay, totally bonkers theory here, but! What if Macaque’s and MK’s first meeting was a pure coincidence?

What if Macaque genuinely didn’t expect MK to be there, but once he was, Mac just kinda... rolled with it, because he saw his chance to get back at Wukong?

Ramblings and theorizing under the read more!

So, what their first meeting initially looks like seems like a classic con-artist set-up: Macaque creates the giant shadow-creature from his own shadow “defeats” it, gains the admiration of MK and we know how it went from there.

But upon several re-watches, I kinda noticed that, if that was in fact the plan from the very beginning, then some of Macaque’s actions and expressions don’t really add up?

Like right here, when he beats his shadow-giant for the first time.

That’s a rather odd expression for someone who presumably just won the equivalent of a mock-fight.

It looks rather calculating and even a bit critical, for lack of a better word. Like he’s trying to gauge something.

So, I thought: What if he wasn’t actually trying to attract MK? What if he was training? That move he whipped out seconds before sure looked fancy and complicated. What if he was using the shadow-giant as a training-dummy, to test his own strength?

We know Macaque does train. He has his own dojo after all.

And let’s be real: Macaque would totally be selfish and reckless enough to practice a dangerous move on a just as dangerous target in the middle of a city.

Then there’s his reaction to meeting MK.

When MK first calls out to him, he seems genuinely surprised. He even assumes a fighting stance.

When MK falls, he tries to walk away, with a  facial expression that  says: “Huh. That was weird.”

Then when MK gets all up in his face the very next second, he startles and leans back.

If Macaque was already expecting MK to show up, why react like this?

In fact, MK losing his grip on the roof would have been the perfect opportunity for Macaque to win his trust. He could have caught him, made a good-natured joke about MK needing to be more careful, then pretended he just realized this is the famous Monkie Kid he’s talking to.

Instead, he seems like he honestly didn’t know who MK was at first and also didn’t expect him to show up.

By the time MK gets all close and personal, it definitely clicked for Macaque who he was talking to.

And I know what you’re thinking: “But if he wasn’t planning on luring in MK, how did he know exactly who MK was?”

Good question!

Mk asks it too, and Macaque gives a pretty convincing answer.

Macaque: “Monkie Kid, right?

MK: “*gasp* How did you-?”

Macaque: “Your staff kinda gives you away, dude. Not just anyone can wield that thing.”

Which, you know. Fair enough. By this point MK is kind of the unofficial super-hero of his hometown. It’s entirely plausible that stories about the boy who can lift and wield the Monkey King’s staff would have come around to Macaque.

And yeah, it’s entirely possible that the plan was to lure in MK from the beginning and I’m just overthinking things.

But again, if Macaque wanted to manipulate MK into swapping teachers, here’s another prime opportunity he seemingly just lets go to waste.

His target has arrived, he’s obviously impressed by what Macaque just did (even if he did think he was watching Monkey King at first) and he’s in a prime position to make a non-chalant offer of mentorship to.

What does Macaque do?

He says: “See you around, MK.” And, once again, tries to leave.

Now this is the point where I think Macaque truly began to see MK as an opportunity to get back at Wukong.

MK isn’t exactly being subtle with his dissatsifaction with Monkey King’s teachings and his desire to learn cool new stuff.

Macaque, being quick on his feet, immediately puts two and two together and here’s where the con starts.

Macaque intentionally plays on MK’s insecurity about Wukong as a teacher and his own talent as a fighter.

First by subtly implying that Wukong wants to hold him back by not teaching him stuff.

Macaque: “Buut, you can never have too many teachers! I’m sure Monkey King would agree. It’s not like he’d wanna hold you back.”

(Side note: That is an interesting thing to just bring up here. I wonder if Macaque was going through something similar in the past, where he felt like Wukong was intentionally holding him back, maybe so he himself could shine brighter as a hero. Whether or not he’s correct in that assumption is up in the air, since we still haven’t heard Wukong’s side of the story in “Shadow Play”. Long story short, I think there’s a bit of projection going on here. And by a bit, I mean a lot.)

Then by negging Mk about not quite living up to his own legend when he defeats him in a sparring match later on.

Macaque: ”Not bad. Don’t get me wrong, but I was kind of expecting a little more from someone with your power.”

MK: “H-hey, I’ve got more! I can give way more than that! I can do better.”

Macaque: “Kay. Maybe show me next time.”

And after this is where he teaches MK dangerously extreme techniques and slowly gets him into a position where he can steal Monkey King’s power from him.

I’d like to think that Macaque did develop at least some genuine fondness for Mk when they trained together. His advice about how Mk should “stop trying to be nice” sounds like something he might have wished someone said to him way back when, when he was still trying to be Wukong’s faithful partner and friend.

But in the end, that small bit of attachment just couldn’t measure up to the years of resentment and rage towards Wukong.

TL; DR: Macaque met MK by pure coincidence, recognized a situation he could easily exploit for his own benefit and then promptly did so. It wasn’t actually planned, at least not at first.

P.S

I feaking love how Macaque’s image on MK actually gets smug when MK chooses Macaque’s teachings over Wukong’s. Macaque must have felt so reluctantly proud and triumphant in that moment.

Also, Macaque’s wide smile when he talks about teaching MK. Happy evil dad.

#lmk macaque #lego monkie kid #just a fun little theory i had