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🪷 — A ROYAL AFFAIR . . . THE SCANDAL OF THE CHILDHOOD CONSORT

LADY DRIA WRITES . . . ˚ ༘ *

🪷 dearest gentle reader, what is a princess to do when she's caught between two dashing princes, both of which are her childhood friends? — one her betrothed and the other her past love... 4.7k words.

🪷 prince gojo x reader x prince geto jjk regency/royal au, use of regency era terminology, longing and more longing.

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CHAPTER ONE. . . ˚ ༘ *

L'INCOMPARABLE.

Talks of betrothal began in the last Spring of your youth.

Under the cherry blossom trees, you sit in silence, fuchsia petals decorating the length of your hair in messy scatters.

Satoru Gojo, crowned prince and heir to the Gojo throne, picks the fallen remnants of flowers from your hair one by one as the nobles watch on.

Whispers of ‘they would make such a beautiful match’ and ‘look how the Prince dotes on her’ echo in the brush of the gardens, women whispering among themselves and the men chortling between swings of their mallets — in a near deathly game of pall mall.

“Don’t hide from me,” Satoru dips his head, breath fanning the shell of your ear. If possible, the whispers intensify, cutting past your ears and you bite back a giggle, stifling down the thought that crosses your mind, attention whore.

“I’m not hiding, your highness.” You counter, shifting to the side, your smile hidden behind a porcelain teacup, swift sips of ginger warming your cheeks.

“It’s improper, you know.” The words linger in the air between soft wisps of wind, flurries of foreign fabrics and bright layers of skirts pass your vision — and yet, all is drowned out by him.

Your anointed Prince, the attention whore.

“Improper to gaze upon my companion?” Satoru scoffs, grinning wide, toothy, dimples.

Childhood found you both tethered like bee and nectar, always close, always coming back.

At first, it was through duty, sharp tongued ten year old Satoru Gojo, a prince born with a halo and the title of the realm’s strongest to his name, meeting you, the humble princess of the Western kingdom, born in valor and sprouted in pride, a warrior’s code.

It was a disastrous first few encounters—

(—but then he was your bestfriend, and you his. )

His dear mother, bless her soul, had taken the time out to host this marvelous garden party to welcome the newest maidens into their debuts – moreso, to marry Satoru off quicker than he could leave for another battle, chasing another war – and yet, he cared not to meet with any of the women or entertain them beyond an inch of his being.

Not around you, at least.

“You shouldn’t jest about these things—!” A snort leaves your mouth, and whereas the ever uppity ladies of the palace court gawk at you in utter disbelief and mild disgust, Satoru finds himself bellowing a boyish laugh.

That was the last time he’d laugh like that with you, before a warm spring of youth turned to a burning summer, hot with passion, scorched with lust.

THE SCANDAL OF THE CHILDHOOD CONSORT.

Dearest gentle reader,

As all royal scandals do,

It started with an invitation.

We cordially invite you to the Gojo palace grounds to celebrate the betrothal of our crowned prince Satoru Gojo and his bride to be [name] [name].

This author finds herself compelled and rather . . . intrigued.

What a match made in heaven! Our beloved Prince Satoru and his most dearest childhood friend!

Your fingers tremble at your sides, the aura that is the strongest permeates your very being. The soft hum of piano keys coupled with string and bow becomes near inaudible – the power Satoru Gojo has on you is like a moth to a flame, lamb to slaughter.

But I assure you,

When it comes to matters of the heart —

Carefully, your feet carry you across the crowded ballroom, mass of bodies parting the instant they catch a glimpse of your eyes – that desperation is familiar in young women like you – and they pity you.

You, who should be above them, who should be the next Queen, the current Princess consort to be.

And yet.

“I’ve told you endlessly, I will take no wife!” Satoru’s voice is a staccato, bouncing off the walls of the vacant corridor adjacent to the ballroom, echoing past your ears.

Dare I say, our beloved crowned Prince

Is not the strongest.

“Some nerve you have, boy.”

Satoru’s father, the King, is a stoic man.

You’ve come to know this well in your youth. He rules firm and his word remains law. By no means is he the strongest or possesses any more battle capacity than that of any other noble, but he remains a political stronghold.

And his grip over his family — his subjects, remains unwavering.

“I don’t care for your affairs or your crown,” Satoru’s gaze remains hard, even as he meets his father’s ire in tow, and in such a barely secluded place too. “Let one of your bastards have it, my place is on the battlefield doing what you are too cowardly to.”

Your mind runs rampant, palms pressed against the cold wall concealing your presence.

You wonder what Satoru might be thinking — if he’d be so foolish as to forsake his lineage and do away with his duty, if he’d give up simply because his fate was not his choice — he wouldn’t.

No, Satoru is good and kind, and he would see this kingdom to a new realm of peace just with his bare hands alone.

“And that is all? You wish to do away with it simply because it does not suit your childish desires? I have given you everything! And the one thing I ask of you—”

You still yourself at the near animalistic growl that leaves Satoru’s lips.

“She will never be Queen.”

It cuts through you like blades of grass, familiar, scratching at your skin softly, pinpricks of green drawing blood from your calves.

It reminds you of when you were younger, more naive and susceptible to the follies of men and matters of the heart.

“Who’ll marry you if you spend your days swinging a sword and broadening your shoulders?”

“Aren’t there girls your age you can follow around? I don’t care if you’re a princess, we’re not friends.”

“I don’t know why you’d believe he’d ever want to court you.”

Three months, thirteen days.

Your betrothal has long exceeded and broken the record of engagement wait time.

Most women would be married within the same month of betrothal, the longest and most respectable wait time being a month and a half, only due to cases of overdue dowry payments.

Three million dollars was your reverse dowry.

Paid directly from the royal treasury to your father, and four million dollars paid in return. That was how much yours and Satoru’s hands were worth to your families, a testament to the weight you’d both bear by wearing a crown.

Except, you hadn’t been crowned yet. Or married for that matter.

“—summer solstice hunt!” It’s Yuji who exclaims, voice filled with childlike wonder. Recently knighted by Satoru himself and a renowned protege of the Kingsguard, the boy is eager to please. “Who will you cast your bets on, your grace?”

The confines of Satoru’s private study function as a meeting room for idle chatting — he leaves the letters to his advisors when they are of little importance.

Or discards them entirely when he has company, like now.

You sink deeper into the cushioned seat, Satoru’s arm draped over the back of your chair. A tuft of snowy hair falls over his forehead and he breathes a chuckle, your weight curling in on itself with every rise and fall of his chest.

why don’t you want me why don’t you want me why don’t you want me why don't you want me

“It’s out of question to bet on one’s self, no?” Satoru chuckles and it earns a cackle from Yuji, who, despite himself, has already casted his own bet on his annointed Prince. “I wouldn’t want to make anyone’s head bigger than it ought to be.”

The summer and winter solstice brings with it two separate ceremonial festivals — the hunt being the most anticipated due to its cutthroat competition among nobles and peasants alike.

That, and the prize.

The winner of the hunt, the man or woman to capture the famed primordial stag — which is really a regular stag trained and bred to elude even the most skilled knights — would be rewarded a grand jewel from the Queen’s vault.

Gentle reader,

The famed jewel for the taking

This summer, is none other than—

“I’ve placed my bet on you,” you comment plainly with a shrug and Yuji beams.

It isn’t unlike you to root for one of Satoru’s proteges, the ones fairly skilled and new to knighthood – you’ve always found yourself cheering for the peonies in a garden full of roses — the underdogs full of potential . . .

Satoru glances over to you, and for a second you miss how his gaze lingers.

“You’re too kind, Princess…” Yuji sighs, near dreamily. “I will no doubt do well now that I have your favor on my side.”

( losing dogs, satoru wants to say. all you ever do is bet on losing dogs. )

“You have her bet, not her favor.” Satoru scoffs dramatically before you can even think to lend Yuji your well wishes. “It isn’t something given, it’s something won. And from a maiden, not a Princess consort.”

She’s spoken for, is all you hear though.

There’s an air of uncertainty that passes between you and Satoru that only thickens with your closeness.

A pale palm curls around the cross rail of the back of your chair and you lean into his touch subconsciously – it’s warm, secure – he’s saying, I have your favor, don’t I? Tell me I do.

—The champion’s jewel,

A wraith necklace fit for a Queen.

The L’Incomparable.

“Nevertheless, you have my good faith.” You interject, followed by a sharp inhale, and you stand abruptly from your seat. Satoru’s hand falls to his side. He knows what you're thinking.

Three months, thirteen days.

You’ve sat by and watched Satoru deny you marriage – his excuse, that he’s waiting for his coronation first – you’ve watched him continue to entertain the women around him like he’s done since he was merely a squire, plastering a smile on his face from this glass castle he calls home.

He’s close, but never too close. Stringing you on then letting you loose— it’s routine.

It’s eerily similar to your childhood.

“Yuji,” Satoru speaks, soft yet firm. The young boy is on his feet immediately and offers a swift bow to his majesty, handing his service in tow to the call. “Leave us.” Satoru commands, and just as swiftly as he came, Yuji is bowing to you and exiting through the study doors.

L’Incomparable.

The largest internally flawless diamond in the kingdom and the most expensive chain sitting in the Queen’s vault currently, worth eight billion dollars alone.

Allegedly, it was handcrafted as a gift from an ancient Gojo king to his mistress — whom he had knighted and sent off to fight in the war at her wishes once their affair had been brought to light and scrutinized.

A gift he only got to place on her corpse.

Even in death, he loved her. More than he loved his own wife and Queen.

And though many attempts had been made to destroy the necklace, it remains near indestructible.

“Something troubles you.” Satoru murmurs the moment the door clicks shut. His gaze remains strained forward on your form, from where you fiddle with the frayed hem of your gown, back turned to him.

“I simply think of the prospects of the hunt,” you retort. “There are many promising young competitors traveling to partake— I fear my Prince would simply be. . . thwarted, is all.”

L’Incomparable is not a jewel of love.

It's a sickening story of a woman who loved a man who could not love her back in the way she deserved.

A woman who took what she was given, secret meetings, hushed whispers and fleeting gazes.

And when he did, finally love her back wholly and ardently, unable to bury it behind a locked door in the dungeon he called a heart — she was already gone.

“You doubt me?” Satoru’s voice is closer now, and you wonder when he even stood up – if he'd been taking small steps toward you the entire time.

“No.” It leaves your mouth like a prayer, an oath, worship. Every ounce of confidence you have is in him. He has protected you, kept you, safeguarded your sanity and treated you with grace— “Never that.”

( —he is your friend. nothing more than that. )

He exhales, and you hear the faint sound of a swallow, the click of his tongue. Your ear feels hot with the proximity, yet, he inches closer still.

“Will you give this to me, then?” He whispers, faint, uncertain — almost desperate.

And you turn, faces inches apart, breath mingling. “What is it you wish of me, my Prince?” Your pupils dilate.

“Your Prince,” Satoru repeats, like it knocked the wind out of him. It's a common way to address the monarch, you’ve said it before as have others. “. . . asks for your favor in the upcoming hunt.”

He keeps his hands folded behind him, curled into fists and trembling. Your Prince. Yours. Yours.

He’s a gentleman. He was raised right.

This urge—

( you’re his friend. his advisor. his confidant. this is not what he wants. )

The urge to strip you down to nothing but your chemise, lay you on his desk and hike your legs over his hips, show you things you’ve only seen in dreams or read in books — like he’s done to so many women before — he promises himself he’s not a rake, he’s just a man, but when you look at him like that and say his title so softly—

( it will pass. )

“Then,” your breath slows as he steps forward, so easily leaving you pressed back against the hardwood desk, caged by him. “I will grant my Prince my favor.”

Satoru watches in earnest, places his hands on either side of you on the desk as you remove one of your gloves.

Pure white, pearl decor, lace trim.

He would've laughed if he wasn't so enthralled by such a simple thing. Satoru wants to pull the other glove off with his teeth.

“I’ll return it to you,” he says, a promise. He takes the glove as you hand it to him, leaning forward and chasing the remnants of your fingertips against his once you pull away. “When I win.”

( and maybe then, you’ll understand i am devoted to you, wholly and utterly, if only in these moments and never again. )

There's a knock at the door, brief and soft. A maid, come to drop off another stack of letters.

And just as quickly as Satoru had found himself against you, he’s across the room, opening the door.

As if you had never been there.

The only evidence that he had even touched you is the lace cupped in his palm, middle and index tracing over a minute pearl.

L’Incomparable is a jewel of longing.

Morrow brings with it the beginning of joyous festivities.

You woke to another trousseau. This time, from a distant cousin in the Easternmost kingdom.

Attached was a letter of the newest development in her love life – said development being a defected knight nonetheless.

It made you giggle.

The palace corridors are bustling with life.

Servants and attendants eager to welcome early visitors who have come for the summer solstice, robust back and forth on decorations and food and gossip and many a’ things outside the realm of possibility to be discussed in one sitting.

Your lady in waiting, Areta, whom you’ve known since your youth, creeps into your room with a grin as wide as a war banner – you immediately assume the worst, mischief is your pastime but you fear the poor girl takes ‘eavesdropping on court gossip’ to another level.

“My lady, you would not believe—” Areta huffs, journeying to sit with you on the balcony, wiping an imaginary bead of sweat from her brow. “The things I’ve heard today!”

“You hear things everyday, I fear.” You indulge her, as always. And she begins to talk your ear off, all in good faith of course.

Down below in the courtyard, is the sound of smacking wood and the occasional chorus of baritone conversation.

Satoru, who should be attending treaty meetings with his father, bides his time sparring on the cobblestone with the other men of the Kingsguard – the noise wakes you most mornings.

“—talking to Julietta, you know? The girl who attends to the countess? And she said—”

You hum along to Areta’s words, eyes peering over the edge of the balcony, gaze fixed on the crown Prince.

His snowy hair is damp with sweat, Victorian style dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, every swing of his wooden sword causes a commotion — muscles in his back flexing under the sunlight, so easily seen beneath the thin white fabric.

“—that her lady told her that she heard from a cousin-in-law who works at the docks that—”

You wonder what expression Satoru has as he pummels through his underlings playfully, hardly sparring but more play fighting. You imagine he’s grinning wide, crystalline blue eyes shimmering with glee—

“—that Prince Geto is coming for the hunt!”

You choke. Audibly.

Areta is quick to shut her mouth and lend you a concerned gaze. “Princess, are you—”

“I’m alright.” You wave a hand, catching your breath. Prince Geto. If you think about it too hard, you fear your chest might burst open and spill out your insides.

Oh, fair reader, it seems

Our dear protagonist has come upon

A treasure trove of memories.

“You were, ehem, saying?” You twirl your index finger in the air as if to prompt a rewind. “About. . .”

Areta raises an eyebrow, but nods slowly. “About Julietta’s lady’s cousin-in-law?” The girl questions, dim.

“No!” You interject immediately, twirling your finger in the other direction. Fast forward. “The other thing— the thing you heard!”

“Oh, about Prince Geto!”

Dearest reader,

Suguru Geto enters.

A man of great mystique,

the northern Prince.

And striking opposite of

our beloved crowned Prince Satoru.

“Yes! About him—”

Suguru Geto.

In many ways you could say he was Satoru’s best friend, his greatest rival and worst enemy all at the same time.

Through solstice events, formal gatherings and other royal duties, the same way you met Satoru, you met Suguru through him.

“Well, Julietta’s lady’s cousin-in-law works at the docks,” Areta begins again, regrettably. “You know? The private harbor where all the spirit and wheat shipments come in, but that's besides the point—”

( suguru was your bestfriend too. in every way it counted. )

“Areta.” You coo, coaxing her to get back to the main point. Why was Suguru coming for the summer solstice hunt? After being away in the North for so long, why now?

The only correspondence you’d had with him was a few letters years ago. And then he stopped writing.

“So, Julietta’s lady’s cousin-in-law saw the Geto family's ship dock in the private harbor!” The girl exclaims hushedly and you hum to yourself, curious.

Rightfully, you’d hold a grudge about never hearing from Suguru.

But in this moment, you feel no resentment or hurt. Instead, excitement that you might see your old friend once more.

And maybe, you, Suguru and Satoru could spend the summer solstice together— just like old times.

( and that’d be enough to get rid of the heat in your chest when satoru gets too close to you. )

Faithful reader,

she could not have been

more wrong.

Four days remain until the summer solstice hunt.

Satoru is scarce around the palace in preparation for his coronation coming soon and treaty arrangements.

You, on the other hand, have exhausted all your hobbies, biding your idle time helping the other ladies at court pick their gowns for tomorrow's feast — the first of seven nightly ones during the solstice.

Another trousseau is delivered to your chambers when you wake.

This time, you’re taken aback.

Instead of an elaborate stack of gifts, a box of jewelry or even a scandalous collection of seductive corsets and nightgowns to remind you of your predicament—

There's a long wooden box, coupled with a sealed parcel.

Inside the box is a beautiful gown, deep burgundy and shapely. Fitted with a low bust cut and short sleeves. It's a mouth watering dress, one you would've bought yourself if you even knew it existed.

But you've never seen a dress designed like this before, down to the intricate details of the underskirts and the hemming.

It's almost intimate.

When you finally open the parcel, you expect a note, but there's none. Instead, inside is a pair of black silk gloves, so smooth it melts in your palms – your mind immediately goes to Satoru and the glove he still holds hostage for you.

You don't think twice before telling Areta that this is what you’ll be wearing to tomorrow’s feast.

( you ought to thank satoru for this gift by wearing it, no? )

˚ ༘ *

The lights in the dining hall are dimmed perfectly to match the moonlight.

When you slip in from the adjacent corridor, greeting visiting nobles and residents of the palace court alike, a sense of nausea floods the pit of your stomach – what will Satoru say when he sees you? Will he like how the dress looks – or rather how you look in it?

Wait, why do you even care?

You’ve never really cared for these things— it must be the tea you had earlier. You nearly feel faint.

Darling reader,

it was in fact,

not the tea.

Your thoughts don't get the chance to linger very long, as the soft hum of music slows to a halt, and everyone begins journeying to their assigned seats.

Naturally, you fiddle with your gloves, not wanting to sit down at the second table yet.

One, it would be very impudent of a lady of your caliber to be seated without a proper escort by a gentleman.

And two, even though you did decline the few men who asked to escort you, you can't help the anxiety that floods your veins when you begin to realize that so many people are sitting already and you're not!

Sure, you're a Princess, but can't a girl be a little shy?

( not that you were waiting for satoru or anything of course. )

Devoted reader,

our protagonist

is in denial.

“It pains me to see such a beautiful lady left unaccompanied.” A voice flits past your ears, so close you can taste it on your tongue — incense, sandalwood.

( oh god, no. )

Your body turns in an instant, almost too quick, and your underskirts almost trip you as the weight sends you wobbling forward.

“Easy—” Suguru Geto’s arm darts out to curl around your waist, steadying you.

“You're here—” “You’re still clumsy—”

The both of you lock eyes at your shared unison of speech, then chuckle to yourselves.

You let your eyes wander over his features, how much he's grown over these past years.

He’s still as ethereal as the royal painters would describe. Prince Geto, the joy to paint, once in an era type beauty, born to be depicted in art, they’d say.

You don't doubt that.

“You look well,” you say. Suguru glances down at you and shakes his head, as if that is too much of a compliment for him to take. “No, honestly— I don't tease, you look very. . . stately.”

“Are you trying to call me old in a polite way, my lady?” He feigns offense, tilting his head to the side a little. You cover your mouth to laugh.

You don't miss the way his eyes linger on your gloves.

( oh, the gloves ! )

“Your highness,” leaves your mouth in a whisper, half teasing, half regal, and you give a brief curtsy, which he counters with a swift bow. “Would you do me the pleasure?” You grin, extending your hand to him.

Suguru — never Prince Geto, not to you at least — had been your solace, your comfort and your refuge.

The greatest friend you could have asked for in your youth.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Suguru whispers, taking your hand in earnest, escorting you over to the table and pulling your chair out for you — settling himself in the seat across from you, on the other side of the table.

( what a coincidence. )

˚ ༘ *

Time passes in waves.

People are whispering, no doubt. As they always do about you. No matter how hushed, you always hear them.

‘Look at the poor Princess consort, sitting beside an empty chair.’

‘You’d think she’d refer to herself as Lady now instead of Consort—’

‘To think even a Princess is not immune from such things. . .’

‘These things happen when you're sold off to a future King.’

“Bitter.”

Your head snaps up at the sound, dessert fork halting mid stab into your slice of cake.

Suguru’s eyes meet yours, as if he’d been looking at you the entire time, like he reads your thoughts as his own.

The people sitting at the table alongside you both fix their attention on him, the whispers halting.

“The cake,” he leans back in his chair, shrugging strands of his hair out of his face, looking down the length of the table at the spectators, nonchalant. “It's terribly bitter.”

You think you’d open your mouth to scold him a little, to not joke about what people say, royals should never engage in such petty gossip – but instead, you smile in gratitude.

( bitter. everybody's so bitter in this place. )

“That's quite unfortunate.” A familiar voice rings out, your fork sliding out of your hand to rest on the edge of your plate. “I hoped it would be rather sweet tonight.”

When you look over your shoulder, Satoru is already at your side, bending a knee and outstretching an open palm to you. “My Princess.”

He looks. . . disheveled.

Not completely out of order, it's something so small — so minute that only those who know him well would be able to point it out. From the crease of his vest to the shaky rasp in his voice—

And the woman in your peripheral stumbling back into the dining hall from the garden entrance on shaky legs. . .

( so that's what he was doing. )

“Your grace,” leaves your lips in a whisper and he kisses the back of your palm before sinking into his seat.

The way he presses his middle finger against his bottom lip like he’d been burned by the silk makes you raise an eyebrow. Does he not even have the common courtesy of pretending to like the gloves he gifted?

“I’m pleased you took time out of your busy schedule for us regular people.” Suguru chuckles, and Satoru’s mother, sitting near you all at the head table seems far from pleased.

“Well, a small act of kindness goes a long way.” Satoru parries and you force a smile, stabbing your dessert once more. “Especially for someone as regular as you, Prince Suguru.”

If you had initially thought this would be a quaint rekindling of an old childhood friendship, you never felt more wrong than in this moment — the air settles thick between you three.

“Isn't the future King Gojo just so kind?” Suguru addresses you, and you swallow, stifling your laugh.

“I pray for your marriage. . .” One of the Dukes seated at the table jests, to which you fiddle with the hem of your dress, the burgundy falling over your palms as a chorus of laughter ensues.

Marriage.

Suguru notices your gaze on him – or rather far away – and he smiles to snap you out of it. “Lady name?”

Just then Satoru’s hand reaches for yours under the table, halting your fiddling with the fabric, his grip steady and soft.

“Princess Consort.” Satoru interjects with a flat lipped smile, which could be perceived as kind, but to Suguru. . . “She changed titles.”

When was the last time someone called you by your name and not Princess consort? Always that. Not even Princess name.

“Pardon me,” you mumble beneath your breath, your grip on your dress going slack. You shrug your hand free from Satoru’s grip, abandoning your seat in an instant.

Satoru rises from his chair only four seconds afterward.

“Name—” he calls to you, following you out of the dining hall and down a vacant corridor.

Your footsteps evade him as he chases after you wide steps.

But he stops dead in his tracks when he hears you slam the door to an empty side room shut.

My dearest reader,

brace yourself for the

next publication.

Your kind author

bids you farewell.

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sometimes, your job could be a godsend. who knew that a simple job at the local hair store would catapult you into meeting one of the sexiest men you’d ever seen?

to be completely honest, it wasn’t solely your job that sparked such an interaction. it was moreso you; you possessed an irresistible, unmistakable charm that was impossible to ignore. your voice, soft as a lullaby, held a dulcet quality that drew people in like a magnet. anytime you opened your mouth to speak, you commanded attention effortlessly, as if your words held some mystical power that captivated any listener.

everyone was always drawn to you, and it wasn't hard to see why. who in their right mind wouldn’t be smitten? you were a vision of beauty, with your radiant brown skin that seemed to glow as if illuminated from within. your smile, perfect and white, could light up even the darkest room, making hearts skip a beat. your eyes were another story altogether. they seemed to sparkle, glimmering with an intensity that was all yours.

your hair was always done, you always made sure that you had a fresh set of lashes. to add, you never forgot to apply your clear lip gloss. now, this wasn't just any gloss, it was your signature, lip gloss added a radiant shine and highlighted the natural beauty of your plump and full lips. your lips, always so perfectly glossed, assumed an irresistible charm that made them look especially appetizing.

to add onto it, your personality was in tip top shape, matching your looks. while sometimes your mouth could get a little reckless, you had an air of kindness, professionalism and just genuine good vibes. it was hard to dislike you, no matter the case. you were a woman of wonders.

you loved your job at the hair store too; maybe that was why your attitude was always good while you were there. it paid well, the hours were flexible and it was something you enjoyed. you loved how your manager let you pick out the wigs and the outfits that would be displayed, and sometimes she let you take home left over makeup and jewelry — which was how you got your favorite set of hoop earrings.

working at the hair store also granted you all types of experiences. sometimes you met upcoming make-up artists and beauticians, hair dressers, nail techs, lash techs — you always made sure to be extra helpful and friendly to everyone you met, just in case they could ever help you.

or… on the rare occasion, you met men. often, they were coming in for their wives, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends — and each time, they were clueless. of course, you helped, breezing past them with the smell of bubblegum and perfume, preferably daisy by marc jacobs.

today was no different.

you were the only one working in the store this saturday, and it was roughly around 12 in the afternoon. the sound of needed me by rihanna echoed through the store, giving it a nice ambiance. you clocked in at 9, and were scheduled to get off at 4 — you had a bit of a long day ahead. however, the store had been a bit slow today. not many customers entered; maybe three every hour, compared to a usual 7-15 people per hour. you were both grateful and a bit sad for the lack of people, as it left you with extra time on your hands.

instead, you found yourself thinking of your six year old daughter at home. alaina, your sweet girl, who was at her grandmother’s for the day. you fondly rubbed the bead bracelet she made for you, that spelled out mommy. your daughter was the most loving child you knew, and you adored her with every part of you.

as you gazed at your bracelet, you let out a soft hum. you’d have to get her another one from here, even though she already had a plethora. whatever you got from the hair store, you usually shared with alaina.

the entrance bell dinging had you snapping out of your thoughts of your daughter, turning your head to greet whoever entered. your boxbraids slid down your back as you looked. it was a little girl who entered, no more than nine. she was in a cute blue dress, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. her cheeks were rosy, which had you cooing at her mentally.

“hi baby,” you called out to her, looking behind her for a parent, “where’s ya mama, hm? a lil’ one like you shouldn’t be walking around all alone.” the girl hadn’t noticed you, and jumped when you called to her. she put her hands up, waving them enthusiastically. “o-oh no, miss, i’m with my dad! he’s just getting his wallet. do you know where the nails are? and the makeup?”

you smiled at the little girl, stepping from behind the counter. you were in a beige sun dress, with some matching wedged sandals. the sundress was long, coming down to your ankles, but there was a slit on the side. it hugged your curves nicely, even though your little bit of pudge was much noticeable; you didn’t care. to be honest, the dress covered way more than your usual outfits, especially in the summer like this. you had never been scared to show your body, even after you had alaina and people insisted on you covering up; because you were a mother now. however, you didn’t give a fuck. if you wanted to wear your shortest shorts, you would.

“c’mere baby girl, it’s this way.” you offered the young girl your hand, which she took happily as you led her. “i’m assuming you’re looking for the press ons, right? not the ones you glue?”

the girl gave you an enthusiastic nod. “yes, ma’am!” she was polite, you noted, with a curl of your lips. her father must be raising her right. “my dad says i’m not big enough to ruin my nails with glue..”

you let out a laugh as you squeezed the girl’s hand. “your daddy’s right,” you mused, “stick to the ones you can press til you become a teenager.” you brought her to the kiddie nails, and stood with her while she made her pick.

the young girl seemed stuck between a pair of pink ones leopard print ones, and blue zebra print ones. “what do you think, miss? i can’t choose.”

you only gave the girl a shrug. “i say get both. let ya daddy worry, not you.” however, because you liked this little girl, you’d only charge her for one anyways. the girl nodded in agreement, giving you a giggle, which you quickly reciprocated.

all of a sudden, you heard the gruff call of, “tsumiki! where have you ran off to?” the girl perked up immediately, and ran to the end of the aisle. “dad! i’m over here!” she called, waiting patiently for him to come over.

you raised your eyebrow as you made your way over. you were a bit curious to see the man who had raised such a sweet and polite girl. as you reached the end, your eyes widened as they set on the man.

he was tall, unbelievably so. his towering stature, reaching at least 6’2, must’ve made him stand out in any crowd. his body was muscular, brawny and well-built, and t he black compression shirt he wore clung to his chiseled frame, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. his hair, a deep black, was just a bit shaggy — the perfect length to frame his strikingly sharp face.

his eyes were a vivid green, so piercing that they could make anyone feel as if they were the only person in the world. they locked onto you and tsumiki. his attractiveness was lethal, and it was impossible not to notice the way he looked over you. his gaze was slow, lingering, and purposeful, almost as if he wanted to make sure you noticed his attention.

you would’ve been phased if you were a different woman; but you weren’t. instead, you gave him your trademark smile, looking up at him with a warm aura.

a scar sat on the corner of his lip. it twitched slightly as his lips curled into a smirk, making him look even more attractive to you then he already did.

“you work here?” came his deep, rough voice. it provoked goosebumps down your skin, but you didn’t allow yourself to show it.

“yup,” you answered, “sorry i wasn’t at the counter, i was helpin’ miss thing here pick out some new nails.” you watched toji’s mouth open, and held up a finger, “and yea, before you ask — it’s the press ons. no glue needed.” the man let out a hum and gave a nod of approval.

“good. tsumiki, go put those on the counter and if you want anything else, ya better pick before i get back up there.” he told her; his voice was rough, yet still somehow sounded caring. when tsumiki scampered away with an, “okayyy!”, he turned his vision back to you.

the once over he gave you earlier didn’t seem to be enough. he gave you another; from your champagne blond knotless boxbraids which were long and down your back, curving over the swell of your ass, down to your painted white toes in your sandals. shit. you were fucking hot.

“how old are you?” he asked boldly, not wasting a second.

you raised an eyebrow, “you ain’t ever heard it ain’t good to ask a lady her age?”

“so old enough,” he countered back with a smug smirk. “have you been able to drink legally for at least two years?” still asking your age without pointedly asking like before.

“i’ve been old enough to drink legally for five years,” you relented, “so like i said, old enough. why you askin’?”

“i like to know the ages of my women before i hit on ‘em.”

you grinned. you already knew you were going to like this man, and his attitude towards you solidified that. “and i like to know the age of my men before i let them,” you combatted.

“thirty-four,” he answered immediately, and the corner of your lips pulled up in satisfaction. twenty-six and thirty-four. not a bad age gap, only eight years. you could manage.

“you allowed to hit on me now,” you said playfully as you slid past him, “don’t make the shit corny, ‘cause i’ll laugh at yo ass.” maybe that’s his plan, you thought, him tryna laugh me out my panties.

the man let out a bark of a laugh, following after you. you could almost feel his eyes locked on you as your hips swayed while you walked. he only chuckled out, “oh, don’t worry about that.”

you went back behind the counter, ready to pay for their things. tsumiki had thrown a stack of bracelets on the counter, and a new tube of sparkly pink lip gloss to which you scanned and then only scanned a pack of the nails. her father raised an eyebrow at you, but you pretended not to notice. “that’ll be 18.75,” you informed. her father pulled out thirty dollars and slid it to you. as you prepared to give him the change, he shook his head.

“don’t need the change. consider it a tip or somethin’.” you furrowed your brows at him, but didn’t question the customer. instead, you handed them their things with a sweet smile. “bye, lil’ missy,” you told tsumiki, before looking up at the man, “come back soon.” your voice was low, and quite flirtatious. he gave you a smirk.

“oh, i will.”

and he did.

it was three days later when he finally came back. you were leaned over the counter, examining your new nails. it was hot, too hot to even be working. the doors were open, and the AC’s were blasting, trying to cool off the store. you wore a jean miniskirt, with a fat gucci belt on your hips. you paired it with a cropped pink tank top that had a deep v-neck, showing off a bit of your cleavage. your golden nameplate sat perfectly on the apex of your breasts. today on your feet instead of sandals were your pair of pink and white dunks. you had taken out your box braids, and gotten your hair done the same day you got your nails done.

now, you had gotten a lace front installed — and you looked good as fuck. it was a deep shade of vibrant purple, down your back. you had added your own spin, doing one of those heart shaped parts and gelling it down the side of your forehead, and doing edges on the side.

as someone entered, you turned your head to the side to greet them. “good afternoon,” you said cheerfully, looking at the woman who entered. she was dark skinned, with a bumped bob. her makeup was done sharply. you watched as she side eyed you, and muttered out a terse, “hello.”

immediately your eyebrows furrowed. “bitches got an attitude, okay,” you grumbled under your breath as she disappeared into the aisles. it was a few minutes later when she came to the register with a flat iron. off the rip, you told her, “oh mama, you don’t want this one. a few people who purchased this one have said that it heat up too quick and smoke a lot, then breaks. so go ‘head and get another one.”

the woman glared at you, looking you up and down. “excuse me, i didn’t ask for your opinion on what i’m buying. and if it’s so faulty, why haven’t you taken it off the shelves?”

her attitude immediately had you tilting your head, trying your best to bite your tongue. “ma’am, that ain’t my job, i don’t do merchandise, i work at the register.”

she rolled her eyes at you, before snapping out, “then don’t say anything about said merchandise.”

your next words came out before you could even think about it, “ho, i’m tryna help you not burn this crispy fuck ass bob off but okay.” upon realizing what you said, you didn’t apologize nor change. instead you cocked your head, tilting it, while staring at her blankly.

“excuse me?” the woman asked, “honestly, i don’t think i’m taking hair advice from a woman who don’t wear hers natural, and has her skirt digging up her ass. how old are you? you have to have a child at home, dress with more fucking class before you talk about me,” the woman’s face was twisted as she snapped at you.

“i know damn fuckin’ well,” you said slowly — and just like that, you knew you were about to cuss her ass out. “i know DAMN fucking well that you’re not talking to me like that. bitch, are you mad that your ass built like a fuckin’ square? bitch be mad then cause that’s why yo ass slope like y=mx+b. bitch, don’t you EVER question my fashion choices when you’re wearing leather in 87 degree weather. you fuckin’ cereal box built ass bitch, you know what, i got a trick for you—“ you quickly took the flat iron from her and pointed a nail at the door. “now get the fuck out, bitch you’re banned.” the woman opened her mouth to retort, but you were faster, talking over her, “bitch, i don’t give a FUCK. get the fuck out.”

the woman mumbled a, “ghetto bitch.” before storming out the store while you massaged your temples. it was nothing you hadn’t heard though. “fuck be wrong with bitches. man, i need a fucking BLUNT.”

“personally, i would’ve hopped over the counter.”

you looked up at the familiar voice, seeing the man you met the other day. immediately, a grin spread across your face. “look who came back.”

“told ‘ya that i would.” he mused, walking up to the counter, “you should’ve thrown the flat iron at her face. i would’ve paid money to see that.” he wore a white wifebeater and black basketball shorts. did he just come from the gym or something? the lack of clothing allowed you to see just about all of his muscles, and god, were you pleased.

you snorted, giving him a playful eyeroll. “shit, i was fuckin’ thinking about it. you saw the whole thing?” the mystery man, who you decided to dub mr. man, gave you a nod. “positively. you cleaned her so beautifully, and i have to add, you look so, so appealing when you’re angry.”

“shut up, nigga,” you laughed as you put your elbows on the counter, cupping your face with both hands. “what’re you here for?” you looked up at him, and he mimicked your action, fitting his fat ass arms on the counter.

“i need some hair gel for my son. he’s in this spiky phase, shit, i don’t know,” mr. man rolled his eyes a little bit, before adding, “and i don’t know which to pick. as you can clearly see, i don’t use gel.”

you let out another laugh, coming from behind the counter. “yeah, c’mon mr. man, i’ll show you which to use.” off the rip, you noticed how his eyes locked on your body.

yeah, i got it like that, nigga, your inner thoughts said as you internally hyped yourself up.

“mr.man?” he questioned from behind you, his eyes focused on the way your hips swayed, and the way a little bit of your ass was uncovered by the skirt.

“well, you never told me your name, so i gave you a nickname.”

he snorted a little before saying, “well, my name’s toji, for one.” you thought about it for a second for a second. was that a moanable name? you went through it in your head. yeah. definitely moanable.

“my name y/n,” you finally disclosed, “but everybody just call me n/n.” toji nodded a little. “n/n… that’s cute.” you noticed one of the items had fallen off the shelf, and without hesitation, you bent over to pick it up, completely forgetting about the fact that you were wearing a skirt, and the man behind you.

toji almost had a fucking heart attack. his eyes zoomed in onto your now slightly revealed ass, your sheer red panties that showed the plush outline of your pussy. shit. shit. it was over in a second, much to his mixed chagrin and gratefulness. however, he wasn’t some boy — he maintained a straight face and control. you placed the item back on the shelf and resumed walking.

“alright,” you said, as you reached the gels, “see, here’s what i use for my daughter,” you held up a jar of eco. “eco holds good for her, and it lasts long, to be honest. her hair is a bit thicker. and it doesn’t have like color residue like prostyle gel.” you grabbed the black container of prostyle gel. “but if your son has like brown-black hair, it’ll be good.” toji shook his head, saying, “nah, he has that weird bluish-black.” you tutted and put the prostyle down.

“there’s also gorilla snot gel, which i recommend if his hair is straighter, you feel me?” you held up the yellow bottle of gorilla snot.

toji looked at both and let out a short groan. “i can’t decide. i’ll take ‘em both and see which works better.” you shrugged and passed them to him. you took note of how positively huge his hands were. they could probably cover your whole face. or… your entire ass.

“i didn’t know you had a little runt too,” he made conversation with you as you walked back to the counter, “i forgot you’re almost 30.”

“yeah i forget too, trust,” you laughed a little, “my little girl’s my pride and joy, her name’s alaina. she’ll be starting first grade this year, i’m so proud of her. i actually got pictures.” you pulled out your phone and showed him your lockscreen which was the two of you. toji chuckled.

“y’all look alike, cute,” he commented, “my son’s seven, and tsumiki’s eight. you met her last time.” you fondly recalled your encounter with the polite young girl. “you a single parent, too?”

you gave him a nod, and a shrug. “alaina’s daddy claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, so i kept it like that. then his stupid ass got locked up, thank riddance.” toji let out a short laugh. “tsumiki’s mom was my first wife, and we divorced. megumi, my son, his mom was my second. unfortunately, she passed.”

“aw,” you said, pouting sadly and placing a hand on his large arm. “i’m so sorry for your loss, sweetheart. i hope you’re doing alright.”

toji laughed a little. “i’m fine, pretty mama, don’t worry about me.”

you bristled at the new nickname, giving toji a wicked grin. “that’s how you referring to me now?” you asked, as you slid behind the counter to the register.

“you’re pretty, and you’re a mama,” toji said with a shrug. “it honestly only fits.” you very pointedly made sure to check him out and said, “mmhmm..”

as you rung him up, toji said, “does alaina need any new friends? my son’s a bit shy and doesn’t talk to nobody but his sister… maybe they could have a few play dates?”

“yeah, i’d love that!” you answered, a genuine smile coming onto your face. anything referring to your daughter made you happiest. “your total is 14.95. here i’ll give you my number...” as toji paid, you rang it up. on his receipt, you wrote your number and passed it to him.

toji grinned and gave you a nod. “see you around.” you wiggled your fingers in return.

see him around, you did. you and toji were quick to hook up play dates whenever your schedules aligned. you became familiar with the routine of getting off work in the afternoons and scooping alaina’s to head to toji’s to play with her two new best friends.

you and toji often stayed downstairs, while they played in tsumiki’s room. you and toji would watch movies, roll blunts and eat food — or sometimes even play texas hold ‘em, in which you won every single time.

toji would grumble, and accuse you of cheating, when in truth, he was really just a bad gambler, but all was well. you considered toji a good friend… of sorts.

because that’s what you two were; friends. friends who sometimes flirted a little; you considered toji a friend when you’d bend over to pick things up in those skimpy jean shorts you wore; toji considered you a friend when he’d slide past you, pressing his crotch against the curve of your ass and muttering a, “excuse me, n/n,”; you considered toji a friend when you’d play sexyyred and say the lyrics a little too… forceful; and he considered you a friend when he’d make slick little sexy comments about your body before adding, “that’s just what other guys think.”

safe to say… there was a bit of tension between you two. and finally, it came to a crescendo.

it was normal, at first. like usual, you and alaina were at toji's house. it was around 9:30pm, and the kids had collapsed after playing all damn day and finally having a meal of chicken nuggets. you remembered the look on your face discovered them. they were heaped in the large bed; tsumiki had more than enough room for all three of them, yet they were together. alaina was draped over megumi and tsumiki, her face in megumi’s chest but her body pressed to tsumiki’s. they were all tangled up, limbs skewed and whatnot.

and now, you and toji were together downstairs, toji watching as your nimble fingers crafted the blunt — his were too fat. your feet were in his lap, and he was watching you with those bright green eyes. as you rolled, you were mumbling one of sexyy’s songs. “fuck me like you mad at me, baby.. i need that dick to drive me crazyyyyy…” you sang under your breath.

toji raised an eyebrow at you, “the music you listen to has some really… meaningful words.” as you licked at the blunt, you let out a laugh. “i agree with everything she say. when suki said that if you ain’t eating coochie, you ain’t fucking, i felt that one.”

finally, you perfected it and grabbed toji’s lighter. “you only fuck eaters?” he said, amusement trickling through his voice. you lit the blunt and took a deep inhale, masterfully blowing it up into your nose and then out again before passing it to him. “yup. only fuck eaters ‘cause they do it the best. you an eater, toji?” you asked pointedly, watching as one of his rough hands drew circles on your leg, then up to your knee, while the other lifted the blunt to his lips. he took an inhale, then another. god, you hated double hitters, but it was okay — it was only you two.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” toji shot back, his trademark smirk sliding across his face. his lip twitched, scar jumping.

“that’s why the fuck i asked you, toji,” you clapped back immediately, making the older man squeeze your leg while passing the blunt back. “watch your mouth, n/n. don’t get fucked up.”

“or what?” you immediately retort, holding the blunt up to your lips as you took another puff. “you not gon’ do shit to me, toji, like i honestly wish you w—“ your words were halted by the man throwing your legs off his lap, one hand going to spread them roughly as he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt.

“i’m not gonna do shit?” he repeated, as your eyes went wide; he had obviously startled you, but you weren’t opposed to this one bit. as his fingers rubbed at your pussy through your shorts, you shook your head feverently again, looking at him as you held the blunt to your glossed lips. “not a damn thing.”

when all toji did was nod, you were sure you were in for it. and you were. he was quicker than you, grabbing your hand that held the blunt and quickly forcing you to put the blunt in the ashtray. the smoke you were holding in your mouth was forcefully removed as toji roughly pressed his lips to yours, the smoke being shared between you two as he pried your lips apart.

the next few minutes were coated in a needy haze. his big hands were everywhere, all over your body. moving to squeeze at your tits, your ass, your thighs. eventually the settled on the waistband of your shorts and began to unbutton them. before pulling them off completely, leaving you in your lacy dark blue thong.

he pinched the plush of your pussy, barely hidden by the panties — more like decorated by it. immediately, the scent of your slick, which was already dripping, filled toji’s nostrils, making him let out a wanton moan.

“fuck, mama,” he hissed as he trailed his finger down your slit, “you always this wet? this is how you’ve been the entire time?” he looked up at you, eyes darkened with lust.

“no,” you lied immediately, giving him a reckless smirk. “she just like that off the rip. i determine whether it’s for you or not.” toji only let out a little laugh. “word?” he asked. you opened your mouth to repeat the word back to him, but you were rudely interrupted by him slapping your pussy.

it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly soft, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through you. you hissed out a, “shit..” toji smirked at your reaction as he pushed your panties to the side, before delivering another smack, this time a litle harder. you let out a mewl, squirming in his hold.

“crazy,” toji said to you, “two lil’ slaps just made you leagues wetter. you sure you’re not wet for me?”

you refused to answer, only giving him a shrug. “so you wanna be a brat now, huh?” he asked you with an eyebrow raise as he began to pull the panties down your thighs. “like you weren’t jus’ all over me. ‘toji, you a eater?’” he mocked you in a high pitched voice as he pulled you forward, legs sliding over his broad shoulders. you remained silent, biting your tongue. maybe you were a brat; you knew that with toji’s strength and stamina, you would get much more if you drew it out. plus, you wanted to make him work for every moan, every word.

“you gon eat my pussy or not?” you asked boldly, your hand going to lace through his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. “like literally, shut the f—!” you were interrupted by toji latching his mouth onto you, completely ripping the words from your mouth.

his tongue, long and flat, slid between your plush folds, calloused hands digging into your thighs as he shoved his face between your legs. off the rip, his motions were rough and quick, tongue swirling against your clit before going down to your hole, curling against it to lap at your essence. you gripped the couch as you let out soft moans, trying not to be too loud — you didn’t wanna fuel toji’s already large ego.

“fuck,” he mumbled as he pulled away, “pussy’s so sweet, baby. i should’ve bent you over in that fucking store the day you wore that skirt.” you were unable to respond before he was diving back in, tongue messily trailing througu your pussy. he was there between your thighs, feasting on what you offered, lapping up all the sweet nectar you had to spare. his lips latched onto the delicate bud of your clit, sucking with a fervor that left you gasping, while he looked up at you with a gaze that was as heated as it was prideful.

one of your hands found its way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks as you gripped it tightly, the other clutching onto the plush fabric of the couch as though it was your only lifeline. your breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, each one harder to catch than the last, your mouth falling open in that perfect 'o' shape as you let out sounds so sweet and melodious, singing a song of pure pleasure just for him.

and you couldn’t help it; euphoria was pulsing through your body, coating your thoughts in nothing but toji. your toes curled, as toji slid his tongue inside of you. god, he was so messy, your slick already all over his face, his spit mixing with your slick as it trailed down your ass.

you were incessantly moaning, unable to even downplay or disguise it anymore. “s-shit, toji, fuck, that feels so good—!” he looked up at you with satisfaction as he slid his tongue into your entrance, curling it upwards against your walls.

you squealed, trying to scoot backwards away from the pleasure, but he was quick to yank you back, trapping you against his mouth, his hands coming to wrap around your thighs. one of his fingers traced the stretch marks on your thighs. he worked his fat tongue inside of you, curling and sliding as his pointer finger swirled your clit at such a fast pace, you was sure he was gonna give you something close to a rug burn.

his paired actions had you spiraling over the edge, the coil in your stomach stretching and stretching until it was ready to snap. “toji, ‘m close—! fuck, fuck— gonna cum!” toji’s movements became much more insistent, gaining in speed as he basically shoved you over the edge.

your orgasm hit you like a brick, your back arching off the couch as you gripped toji’s hair tightly, whined babbles of repeated words leaving your lips. if it weren’t for toji holding you down and anchoring you, you were sure that you would’ve grown fucking wings and soared away.

you creamed all over his tongue, and he made sure to pull away, before messily spreading it throughout your pussy, just to lap it all up over again, letting you settle, working you through the after effects of your climax.

you sucked in ragged gasps as toji pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his face. he stared at you with such intensity, shivers went down your skin. your eyes immediately focused on his hard dick through his sweats, the outline prominent. you tapped your foot on his thigh. “gimme that,” you breathed.

“do you deserve it?” toji said back, his voice a bit raspy. “been a bratty slut this whole time. you were so cocky, remember? i don’t get you wet, right?”

you wanted to maintain your pride, you really, really did. but desperate times called for desperate measures. “c’mon, toji,” you sighed sultrily, “i was just playin’.. just wanted to make it a little fun for you, you know that..” you spread your legs a little more, teasing him as you continued, “it’s all yours, i swear — been waiting for this for such a long time.”

toji only gave you a soft chuckle and the only words gave you were, “that right, baby?” immediately, he scooped you up with a single arm, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. you let out a noise of surprise, but immediately arched your back, looking back at him as he pushed his sweats down his thighs. his dick sprung up, and you couldn’t say you were shocked by it.

his dick was both fat and long, and it almost made your eyes pop out of your head. he had to be at least eight inches, veins running up the side of his heavy dick. his tip was a dark apricot shade, and it was leaking bad, opaque beads of precum sliding out of his slit. he was well trimmed, with heavy breeder balls. you almost salivated. but at the same time, you questioned how all that was even supposed to fit in you.

he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “don’t you worry, princess. you’ll take every inch of me.” one of his hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he directed his tip against your entrance, slapping it there a few times, making you groan in need. “t-toji, stop fuckin’ playin—!”

once again, you were rudely interrupted by him pushing the tip inside of you. he let out a hiss, your walls sucking him in. however, with just how wet you were, he slid right back out. he let out a snicker as he leaned his hand down to slap your pussy again. “but you not wet for me, alright..” he lined himself up again, and this time — he didn’t push into you slowly.

with one rough thrust, he filled you to the brim, forcing you forward as you let out a strangled noise, clawing at the couch. “toji! oh fuck..!” you pulled your hips forward, trying to get him to pull out a little, but he wasn’t having it. “s-shit, i’m not even all the way in yet,” he huffed, hair hanging in his eyes. toji was letting out pants, it felt as if your pussy was fucking suffocating his dick, strangling it.

inch by inch, he pushed the rest of his dick in, until the plush of your ass was nestled against his pelvis and stomach. he yanked at his shirt, pulling it off of his body. your slick was already coating him, dripping down to his balls. you were a mess, mewling just from him entering. you felt so full — his dick stuffing you better than you ever had been before. and it was driving you out your mind.

toji didn’t wait for you to adjust. with one hand on your ass, thumb rubbing against the ridges and dimples, and the other lacing through purple hair, toji pulled all the way out, and then slammed all the way back in. the force of his motions shoved you down into the couch, and immediately you let out a cry of, “t-toji! slow down!”

but slowing down wasn’t apart of his agenda. he rasped out, “nah, this is what you wanted, baby. so take it. take my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.” he began snapping his hips into you, the veins on his dick dragging against your walls just right. your cunt clamped down on him every time he tried to pull out, as if it was forcing him to make your cunt his new home.

toji was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled and clapped with every movement he made, the sound of your skin slapping filling the air. he slapped your ass hard and then squeezed, making you squeal once more. “fuck, look at you. bouncing this ass back on my dick so good..”

at his praise, you looked back at him before proudly twerking back on his dick, putting on a little show. he laughed, his hand trailing from your hair to snake around your throat. “such a fuckin’ slut,” he said gruffly, before pulling his hips back so that only the tip was inside before ramming his dick back inside of you.

you felt him nudge against your cervix, and you let out a noise close to a scream, while his hand tightened around your throat. tears filled your eyes at the pain, your lashes beginning to slide. “you’re gonna wake up the kids, princess. wouldn’t want them to come down to seeing you getting fucked like some whore, right? keep that pretty mouth quiet.” he leaned down, chest pressing against your back as he curled his much larger body against yours. “but not too quiet. wanna hear you lose your fucking brain over this dick.”

his other hand came to wrap around your throat, and he began to jack hammer into you, slamming you on his dick over and over. your eyes rolled back, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting through you, that coil getting ready to snap again. “t-toji…” you slurred out, “g-gonna fuckin’ cum again…!”

“so fucking do it,” toji hissed as your clenching began to get more intense. “paint my shit, baby.” his voice was sending shivers down your spine, aiding your increasing pleasure. you let out ragged moans into the couch as your body trembled, pussy spasming wildly around his dick as you came a second time.

he didn’t slow down through your orgasm, instead, he went faster, if that was even humanly possible. he pressed down on your head, forcing your face into the couch, and pressing on your belly simultaneously. it forced you to have a deeper arch, but it also made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. pressing his big hand against your stomach to feel his bulge had toji grinning.

you were a wreck, tears sliding down your face, your lashes long fallen of. you were pretty sure your lace had peeled, but you didn’t care. you could barely think, barely form coherent sentences with how toji was fucking you. and he knew it. he knew he reduced you to a mess, and he wasn’t even halfway finished with you.

soon, he felt his orgasm coming, and he let out a deep groan. “shit.. where do you want my cum, doll? ‘m getting close..” you were quick to whine out, “i-inside, toji.. want you to cum inside…!”

“haah!” he grunted out with a smirk, “want me to fill you up, huh? want me to stuff you full with my cum? yeah, i bet you fucking do, look at you.”

“toji, toji, toji, fuckkk.. want your babies, c’mon, make me a mama again—!” toji laughed shakily at your dumb response, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “fuck yeah, dollface. you better not spill not one drop, alright?” he let out a strangled moan as he released, his thick cum filling her to the walls.

you sucked in harsh breaths, finally feeling relieved after toji’s constant fucking stopped. he seemed to slow down, gently fucking his load into you. you began to relax… however you were sorely mistaken.

“you thought i was done with you?” toji asked as he gripped you, flipping you over so that he could see your face. you looked a mess, but you were so, so pretty. your eyes were watery, face with tear trails all over. your lips were bruised from how much you’d been biting them. at least your hair was still intact… for now. toji leaned down and pressed a kiss to your jawline, down to your throat. he yanked at the top you wore, and when it didn’t want to cooperate, he ripped it and peeled it off of you himself. “toji, my shirt….” you whimpered but he dismissively waved a hand. “you’ll get one of mine.” he reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting your tits spring free.

his big hands almost swallowed them as he began to leave bites and kisses all over your throat, collarbone and chest. “can’t possibly be done with you,” he said against your skin, “been waiting to fuck you like this since i laid eyes on you, doll.”

he left a plethora of hickies on your skin, very obviously marking you as his. you were still speared on his dick, and he began to roll his hips languidly inside of you, curving into your g-spot repeatedly. the feeling had you seeing stars as he gripped your legs and pulled them around his waist. with each thrust, he began to get more forceful and speed up, until once more, he was pounding your insides.

your nails went to his back, scratching, making toji wince in pain as his hips collided with yours. three of your nails had broken off. a third time, you felt yourself reach your climax once more, but it felt different. painful almost, with the last your clit throbbed. you managed to push away the toji-shaped clouds in your brain and realized.

“t-toji—! toji, ‘m gonna squirt!” you cried out as you twisted in his hold, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you. “t-toji—!” he only smirked at you, yanking you closer. “make a mess f’me, mama. wanna see you get all messy… c’mon, c’mon, make that pretty pussy squirt on my dick.” he pressed another messy kiss to your lips as his hand snuck down to rub your clit, forcing more pleasure into your system. you let out a ruined, gasped noise — like you wanted to scream but couldn’t get it out. clear liquid gushed from you, coating toji’s lower half, some of his abdomen and the couch.

you were in too much of a haze to notice that soon after, toji came inside of you a second time. he didn’t pull out at first, instead opting to lay his head against your sweaty skin, pressing kisses. he realized that you would be completely gone for a bit, after that, so he was gentler with you. he pulled out, watching his cum slowly dribble from your hole after the two creampies he gave you. not wanting you to sit in your own fluids, picked you up and brought you to his room, putting you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before tucking you in.

he went back downstairs, eyes locked on the mess you made on the couch. a soft whistle escaped as he plucked your lashes off the sofa and put them on the table.

you probably wouldn’t become his girlfriend yet; but you damn for sure weren’t going anywhere now.

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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning, obsessive!Coriolanus, manipulation, murder, unplanned pregnancy

You’re by yourself in the house you share with your little sister Maude Ivory and your cousins whenever a loud series of knocks sounded on it. Oh god, you hope it wasn't Billy Taupe coming around to torment (woo) Lucy Gray again.

Hell, he moved out of the Covey house and into the Mayor’s house to live with Mayfair as soon as Lucy Gray was shoved onto that train’s cattle car headed to the Capitol to be tribute in the Hunger Games. Just because she won; came back in one piece, doesn't mean that he has the right to come around. Begging her to take him back, even though he has no intentions on leaving Mayfair.

Why would he? He's got it made by shacking up with the Mayor's daughter. Hell, being with Mayfair means he never has to work again.

Sighing, you placed your composition book down on the sofa and went over to the door. When you pulled it open, you were shocked that it wasn't Billy Taupe at the threshold, but a peacekeeper.

A very handsome peacekeeper, might you add.

You had to crane your neck up slightly to look him in the eyes. Eyes that were icy blue, like a frozen over lake. You noticed that his buzz cut was platinum blonde, a blonde so light that only the gods of ancient myths could have such fair hair. Your eyes didn't miss his prominent nose or his broad shoulders and tapered waist either.

But it was his smile that had you dazzled. A smile that was bright, splitting his face in half with perfect pearly whites.

“Hello. I'm Private Coriolanus Snow; I was Lucy Gray’s mentor during the games and since I'm serving here in 12 I just wanted to check up on her. Make sure that she’s alright.”

“Yea, she mentioned you.” You nodded, feeling your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. Of course, your cousin's mentor looked like a Greek god. No wonder Lucy Gray seems to have a little crush on him. No way would he ever talk to you again once he got to see her.

Nobody ever talked to you again after spending time with Lucy Gray. Hell, her voice made the mockingjays stop and listen to her sing. Her beauty was exotic; she was a beautiful mystery that every man wanted to solve.

“I’m Y/N Scarlett.” You introduced yourself, only to tell the peacekeeper, “She's deep in the meadow that's some yards behind the house. She's working on a song, but I'm sure she won't mind if you interrupt her.”

“She never mentioned you.” Coriolanus said, moreso to himself then to you, his eyes raking over your body.

“Why would she? She was in the Capitol for the Hunger Games, not an afternoon tea party.” You sarcastically scoffed. Unknown to you, Lucy Gray did talk about the Covey, including your little sister, just not you. “Well, since I told you where to find my cousin, you better be on your way.” You said, politely dismissing him so that the blonde could go woo your cousin; you could also finish writing your thoughts down in your composition book.

“Is she doing alright?” Private Snow asked instead of saying goodbye.

‘She seems fine to me. Went right back to singing and charming the stage.” You wanted to add living off of her charms too, but you didn't think that'd go over too well with the buzzcut blonde grunt.

“That's good, I'm glad singing while covered in a bunch of lethal rainbow snakes didn't stop her from singing.”

“Lucy Gray stop singing because of the snakes? Are you kidding me? That girl loves snakes, is always playing with the slithering demons.”

“You don't like snakes, I take it.”

“You ever get snakebite because your loving cousin played a practical joke on you by hiding a harmless garter snake in your shawl that was nestled on the grass?”

“Uh, no, can't say that I have.”

“Yea, well, I have and it's not fun. So, no, I don't like snakes.” You dryly told the blonde peacekeeper.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” Coriolanus asked with a charming smile painted on his face.

One of your brows rose up. “To the meadow to see Lucy Gray?”

No, Coriolanus wanted to take you on a walk.

By yourself.

There was something about you that he was instantly attracted to. As soon as he laid eyes on you, all thoughts on your cousin left his mind.

It's was like ‘Lucy Gray, Lucy Gray who?’ in his brain. She didn't matter to him anymore, but suddenly you did.

You seemed so beautiful to him. Like a fine piece of spun glass that holiday ornaments are crafted from.

Coriolanus couldn't explain it, but he has the primal urge to claim you. To protect you; make you his. All because of the sweet look in your doe eyes whenever you answered the door for him.

“No.” Coriolanus shook his head. “I want to take you for a walk, spend some time with you before I have to head back to base.”

He wanted to spend time with you? Oh boy, now that's unexpected.

All you could do was smile and squeak out, “Okay.”

And that's how you became Private Snow's girl, much to Lucy Gray's dismay.

You've been seeing Coriolanus for a few weeks now. Every weekend he seems to get weekend passes from his commander; uses them to stay with you at the Covey house. The Covey takes to him pretty well, especially when he brings over something from the Mellark bakery with every visit. He also brings over large bags of ice too, which is a godsend considering your family doesn't have an icebox.

Lucy Gray looks at him with sorrow and pain in her big, brown eyes. It's evident that she's disappointed that Coryo (what he's told you to call him) picked you over her. See, nobody ever picks you over her.

Well, not until Coryo that is.

But he's not like the other district boys because he's not district. He's a Capitol boy. And you know what they say…

You can take the boy out of the Capitol, but you can't take the Capitol out of the boy.

Today's a sweltering hot summer's day so you, Coryo, his friend Sejanus, and the Covey are at the lake: swimming.

You and your platinum blonde peacekeeper are the last to enter the water. Everyone else is already in the water as you two stand by the dock, stripping out of your clothes. Despite having seen Coriolanus naked a few times already, seeing him pull off his shirt makes you swoon.

You can't help it. He's just so handsome. Too pretty to be real.

Goddamn, those broad shoulders, toned arms, toned chest, and tapered waist of his gets you every time.

And yes, when the Covey's asleep he sneaks into your bed; fucks you senseless. The two of you think that Lucy Gray doesn't know, but she does. Her room and yours share a wall, she has ears and can hear the noises you and Coriolanus don't even try to quiet down.

Lucy Gray's disappointed in how reckless you're acting with Coriolanus. The last thing the Covey needs is for you to fall pregnant. Your family can barely stay afloat as it is.

But, on the other hand, your cousin can't help, but to see how happy you and her former mentor look, laughing and giggling as he chases you down the dock, causing you to jump into the water with him cannonballing in right after you.

The loud sounds of laughs, squeals, and overall cheerfulness mixed with water splashing loudly fills the air. Everyone's having fun.

But despite that, Coryo seems a bit melancholy. So much so that he swims a few yards away from the group, just to have a moment to himself. You have no idea what's going on in that head of his, but you don't want him to feel alone. As if he can't lean on you.

So, you swim over to him; climb up his back like a sloth and wrap your arms around him. You rest your chin on his shoulder, causing him to grab your hand and lift it up to his lips; pressing a kiss against your knuckles.

The boys, Sejanus included, are cleaning the fish that they caught while your little sister's digging up swamp potatoes (Katniss as Lucy Gray calls it) and giving it to Lucy Gray, only for your cousin to remind Maude Ivory that the plant’s roots ain't ready yet. Barb Azure was with Lucy Gray, just talking.

And you're off to the side, laying on a blanket with Coryo. Your head’s in his lap as he lazily runs his long fingers thru your hair. Looking out at the view of the crystal blue lake and the trees surrounding it, Coryo told you, “It's beautiful out here.” Flashing you a smile, he added in, “Thank you for sharing this with me. You sharing your special spots with me means a lot, little dove.”

“No need to thank me, Coryo. I enjoy spending time with you; bringing you along on Covey excursions just happens to be a part of that.” You replied with a genuine smile.

“You know, there's so much I’d like to show you in the Capitol.”

“Lucy Gray says that the Capitol's a horrible place.”

“Don't listen to her, Y/N. She never told me about you, but she talked an awful lot about your little sister and the rest of the Covey.”

“She talked about them, but not me?” You asked, feeling sudden heartbreak and betrayal from your cousin.

Coriolanus’ heart hurts for you. He can't imagine how it'd feel to be so easily dismissed by his cousin, Tigris, who practically raised him. Just seeing your face so fallen and grief stricken at the revelation that Lucy Gray talked about all of her cousins, except for you, made him want to protect you from her.

Yes!

Coryo wants to protect you from your own cousin.

But not just her. No, he wants to protect you from everything that might cause you harm. And the only way to do that is bringing you back to the Capitol with him.

“Do you like it here, in District 12?” He wondered. He personally hates it; secretly wants you to hate it too.

“No.” You shook your head. “It's miserable in 12.”

“It's not miserable in the Capitol. The Capitol had rules, law and order, food, and warm beds.” Coryo recited, as if reading an ad from a vacation brochure. “I hope that when I go back one day that you'll come with me.” He confessed, looking down at you with a hopeful smile.

“I dunno if I could leave the Covey. They're my family, Coryo.” You honestly answered, feeling a sense of dread at the idea of leaving your family behind for another life. A life thousands and thousands of miles away from them.

“But you could leave me, your man?” Coryo asked incredulously, his jaw ticking.

“Coryo-” You tried to reason, only for him to cut you off with a blunt honest retort of, “You're going to have to choose one day, little dove. I just hope you pick me.”

Silence fell over the two of you as he twisted his torso, reaching into his bag beside him to get something. You didn't pay it any mind, figuring he was getting a snack or something that he packed. But, when you noticed a balled up piece of orange material in his hand as he straightened his back to resume his previous position of sitting, you couldn't help but wonder what the material was.

It wouldn't take you long to find out.

Handing you over the orange ball of fine spin silk, he softly told you, “It belonged to my mother.”

“Oh, Coryo…” Your hands gently clutched the token to your heart. You knew that it must've meant a lot to him; that you must mean a lot to him too in order to receive such a gift. “Thank you, I'll take good care of it.” You studied the orange gift, concluding that it's a scarf. “I promise.” You smiled, looking between him and the scarf. Taking his hand in yours, you sighed, “I only wish that I had something meaningful to give you back.”

“I don't need anything, but your love, darling.” Coryo assured you before bending down, cupping your cheek with his large hand, and capturing your lips in a soft, but hungry kiss.

The following week, you began getting sick in the early mornings. Sometimes, you'd get sick due to a strong smell too. You even seemed more fatigued, sometimes even feeling a bit flushed and dizzy. And your boobs were tender. You knew what the symptoms mean and it terrifies you.

It terrifies you because you and Coryo never talked about the possibility of children. Would he even want a baby? He's a peacekeeper, is he even allowed to claim a baby with a Covey girl? Would the baby be a bastard? Would he-

“Hey, little dove, what's wrong?” Coryo asked, walking up your front porch with a bag of ice over his shoulder and a paper bag labeled Mellark Bakery in hand.

“We need to talk, Coriolanus.” You sighed, picking at your nails.

You're afraid that after you tell him your discovery that he'll leave and never come back.

Coryo's brow furrowed with worry. You haven't called him Coriolanus since the day you first met him. Something's wrong.

Setting the bags he was carrying down, he went over to your side. He pulled you up from your seat on an old wooden rocker, only to sit down and pull you onto his lap. Lightly threading his fingers into your hair, he asked, “What's wrong, little dove?”

“I'm pregnant, Coryo.” You nervously revealed, dropping your head in shame.

“Yea?” Coryo asked, gently tipping your chin up; making you look into his icy eyes. Icy blue eyes that are filled with only joy and pride. “We’re having a baby?”

“Yea.” You confirm.

“I promise, I'll take care of both of you.” Your peacekeeper vowed, protectively placing one of his large hands over your stomach. He pressed his lips against yours in a soft, chaste kiss. Pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours and asked, “Does the Covey know?”

“No. I wanted to wait to tell them.”

“Why? Are you afraid of what they'll say?” Coryo asked, genuine concern flooding his baby blues.

“I doubt they'll be happy about another mouth to feed.” You sighed. You could already hear your family's fake congratulations in your head. You know full well that they'll be disappointed about this. It's just not the ideal timing.

Coryo tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Don't worry, little dove. We'll figure it out.” Your boyfriend assured you with a thin smile.

Coryo didn't want you performing with the Covey anymore. He claimed that the stress of it would be bad for the baby. So, you obliged him and made a lame excuse about a headache in order to be a spectator in the crowd.

You're sitting at a table against the wall with Sejanus and Coryo. The boys are drinking jars of shine while you're stuck drinking nothing- since shine's bad for pregnancy and the Hobb doesn't have anything else for drinking. Lucy Gray had just started singing her debut of a new song whenever Sejanus excused himself and took off to the bar, where Billy Taupe was. It looked like he was waiting for him too.

“You might want to keep an eye on that. Billy's bad news, Coryo.” You told your boyfriend, subtly gesturing to where Sejanus and Billy Taupe were.

Unknown to you, Coryo's been keeping an eye on it. That he even sent a jabberjay to the Capitol with Sejanus' dumb rebel plans on it so that Strabo Plinth could be made aware of the bullshit his son's up to; buy him a discharge and a one-way ticket back to the Capitol.

“I'll follow him; check it out.” Coryo told you, standing up. “Stay here, I'll only be a minute, little dove.” Coryo kissed your cheek before slithering thru the crowd to follow Sejanus and Billy Taupe as they ventured to a back room.

After a while, you got concerned and decided to find out what was going on. So, you went down the back hallway and into the room you saw Coryo slip into. Which was a mistake considering you walked right into a dicey situation.

You saw a small pile of guns splayed out with Sejanus, Billy Taupe, Spruce, and Coryo all in a corner of the room, exchanging barbs.

“Who's she?” Spruce asked, pointing to you with a gun.

Looking over his shoulder, Coryo gritted his teeth and told you, “Baby, I told you to wait for me out there.” He grabbed your wrist and shoved you behind him, while telling Spruce, “She's my girl.”

But at the same time Billy Taupe said, “Y/N Scarlett's Covey, her and her peacekeeper friends are coming with us.”

“Since when, Billy?” Asked the shrill voice that belonged to the district shrew, Mayfair Lipp.

Oh shit…

Mayfair entered from the other side of the room, making her presence known when she heard her pathetic accordion player boyfriend was planning on taking a Covey girl and some peacekeepers somewhere.

Somewhere her daddy wouldn't approve of.

“What's going on?” The redhead asked.

Looking at his girl, who he was trying to shake in favor of making up with Lucy Gray, Billy said, “I'll explain later, Mayfair. Just let it go.”

“No, I won't let it go, Billy. I want to know what you're planning with these guns.”

“Oh my God, Coryo, I'm so sorry. I swear, I didn't mean to bring you into this mess.” Sejanus cried.

“You should be sorry. You've pulled not just me, but the mother of my child into your stupid bullshit.” Coryo angrily shouted. He was so pissed that he could strangle Sejanus for his stupidity.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't know.” Blubbered the dark haired peacekeeper.

“Wait a minute, I know exactly who the two of you are.” Mayfair’s beady eyes lit up. Pointing at Coryo, she said, “You were Lucy Gray Baird’s Capitol mentor during the games.” Pointing to you, she sniggered, “And you're her cousin.”

You and Coryo exchanged worried looks. Right now, both of you wished you'd stayed outside in the main bar room of the Hobb.

“Well, wouldn't my daddy like to know that you're all planning on running away.” Mayfair's voice rang out, all smug and evil sounding.

“She won't say anything.” Billy Taupe assured everyone. Looking at his girlfriend, he asked, “Won't you?”

“Oh, why don't you ask her if I'm bluffing.” Mayfair pointed to you. “Did your cousin like her trip to the Capitol? Maybe you and your peacekeeper traitor boyfriend will like your trip to the hanging tree.” Mayfair said before pivoting on her heel and making to leave. To tell her father, Mayor Lipp, about what she's seen and overheard.

But before she got very far, Coryo reached for one of the rifles and shot her in the back, causing her to fall down.

Dead.

Your eyes widened, but you knew why he did it. He did it to protect you and the baby.

“What did you just do?! Why did you do that for?!” Billy Taupe shouted at Coryo while Sejanus was just balling his eyes out.

“He did what he had to, she was gonna talk.” Spruce said, siding with Coryo.

“Oh, I'm not going down for this.” Billy frantically said, most likely figuring that he'd be the first suspect since he was Mayfair's man. Grabbing a gun, he pointed it at you and Coriolanus.

He never got a shot off cause Spruce got him first. Tossing his gun in the pile and motioning for Coryo to do the same, he told your boyfriend, “I'll get rid of the guns.”

Coriolanus nodded, only to turn to you and cup your cheeks. “Go back out there and find some friends to talk to as an alibi.” Kissing you, he swore, “I'll keep you and our baby safe, I promise, my little dove.”

“I know you will.” You replied, softly wrapping your hands around his wrists and squeezing them.

Sejanus was crying to bad that he was hunched over, having a panic attack. You and Coryo shared a silent look. Without words, you told him to help his friends and he agreed that he word.

After parting from each other, you went out to the main bar room of the Hobb while Coryo calmed down his best friend and assured Sejanus that they're brothers; that he'll protect him.

Sadly, Coryo couldn't protect Sejanus from being marked a rebel spy and a traitor; from the noose of the hanging tree. The death of his friend hit him hard. Sejanus was hanged alongside Spruce and his sister, Lil.

Coryo had received a spot in an elite officer's training program in 2; he wanted you to go along with him. Apparently officers were allowed to have women. Coriolanus himself was the son of General Crassus Snow. You agreed to go with him, but told him that you suspect that Spruce might've told Lucy Gray about what happened.

When he asked you why, you told him that Lucy Gray made a remark about how you couldn't trust Coryo because men like him need to tie up loose ends in order to get what they want. That if he's able to find the guns hidden at the cabin he'll get rid of her; tie up his loose end so that he'll be free to ran back to the Capitol.

Lucy Gray had told you that in warning, after stumbling upon Spruce hiding the guns while out hiking to help clear her head and get her muses energized. But, you didn't take her warning. In fact, you did the opposite of that warning; told Coryo all about it.

When he asked where your cousin was so that he could talk to her about what she knew, you never would've thought in your wildest dreams that he'd kill her to shut her up. To ensure that he'd be able to bring you with him to District 2.

So, you told him that Lucy Gray was hiding out at the lakeside cabin because she was afraid of Mayor Lipp (since he's been harassing her ever since his daughter's death).

No, how would you know that by telling your boyfriend where to find your cousin that you're signing her death warrant.

The day of your departure arrives and you don't have many things to bring. Just a single, small carpet bag filled with a handful of dresses. You're wearing one of your nicest dresses paired with the orange scarf Coryo gave you. And when Coryo saw you step onto the train platform, he couldn't help but to run over to you and wrap his arms around you.

Kissing you, he smiled, “You look beautiful, my darling.”

“You look quite handsome yourself.” You told him, since he did look stunning in his dress uniform. Honestly, the hat did things for you.

“I'm glad you think so.” He smirked. Breaking your embrace, he took your hand in his and said, “Come on, we need to be sent off by Commander Hoff.”

“Okay.” You nod, despite feeling uneasy about revealing your relationship to his former commander.

After a couple of minutes walking along the platform, you spotted Commander Hoff. He was standing by the train, waiting for Coriolanus. Upon seeing him, Coryo greeted him with a salute. You did a slight curtsey, out of respect.

“There’s been a slight change of plans. You and your girl will be going to the Capitol instead.” Commander Hoff informed the two of you. “You make us proud, Snow.” He said before walking off.

“The Capitol…” You trailed off in awe.

A large grin split Coryo's face from ear to ear as he picked you up and spun you around. “We're going home, baby. We're going home.”

As you sat with Coryo on a train bound for the Capitol your family was at home, sulking over your sudden decision to leave. One that they didn't approve of. One that they thought Lucy Gray would be able to talk you out of if she was around. They blamed the mayor for her absence

And while, yes, her fear of Mayor Lipp made Lucy Gray hide out in the cabin, it was Coriolanus Snow that truly made her disappear when he showed up at the cabin, peacekeeper issued pistol in hand. Poor thing was at her patch of Katniss, checking to see if they were ready to pick when he snuck up behind her and shot her point blank in the head.

He dumped her and the guns that he found hidden under the floorboards, after tearing the entire cabin apart, in the lake.

You'd never know that he committed not one but two murders to keep you safe, to keep your unborn baby safe. Because to Coryo you're as precious as spun glass and he'll do anything to protect you. Anything or anybody he sees as a threat to you and the baby he'll deal with.

And he knew that Lucy Gray was dangerous. She didn't trust him; might try to turn you against him. The thing about spun glass that it can break if not handled with care. Coryo will never let anyone break you, so Lucy Gray had to go.

He knew that your cousin saw right thru his facade. Could see him for the true snake he was. And he couldn't have her ruining everything for the two of you.

But you'll never know any of that. All you'll know is the safety of the Capitol and a loving husband that'll spoil you and your baby rotten.

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luveline · 8 months

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love you so much. your writing has been a light in my life for the last months. it's cute and lovely and just everything i need in my life. <3 i have chronic back pain and it's been bad the last couple of weeks. this keeps me inside and secluded most of the time and it eats me alive sometimes, moreso mentally than physically. the thought of having to deal with this the rest of my life is very overwhelming at times. could you maybe write something about aaron taking care of reader with chronic pain, maybe she's mad or sad or even pushes him away but he won't go and he loves her anyway. i feel like a guy like that would be all in no matter what. don't we all look for that kind of love? anyway, lovely to meet you and i hope you have a wonderful day/week/month/year/life. you deserve it *kiss* *flies away embarrassed* *love ya still and always*

thank you for requesting, I hope you get some relief soon my love ♡ —aaron draws you out of your bed and your bad mood. fem!reader

"Honey, let's get up."

It irritates you to hear Aaron phrasing it that way. Let's, like he's wasted the morning in bed with you. In reality, he's spent the last few hours working through a thousand and one chores in the kitchen while you rammed your head under a pillow. He's been up.

You try very hard to keep your annoyance to yourself. He's encouraging, not cruel. "I don't want to," you say.

Aaron's footsteps have the floorboards creaking softly. The pillow is lifted from your head gently, and an even nicer expression waits for you when you turn your sweaty head. You've been sleeping on your stomach in an unsuccessful attempt to stave the pain away.

"Hello, beautiful."

He says it to get you smiling. It's not unlike him to compliment you, but he usually does it in subtler ways. You look great tonight, or, That's an amazing colour on you, honey. This saccharine greeting makes you huff a laugh, but the huff hurts you worse, a slice of pain from somewhere in your shoulder down to the small of your back.

"Oh, fuck," you sigh. Quiet, dragging, your voice shudders with pain.

Aaron's brows pinch together. "I'm gonna help you up, yes?"

"I can't get up."

"I don't want to patronise you, but you know staying in bed too long only makes it worse. I'm going to help you up and we'll take a short walk. A lap around the house, that's all."

You shake your head, emotion burning behind your eyes. "No, I really don't want to."

Aaron sits down carefully by your hip, a big hand needling between the bed and your stomach. It feels nice to be held like that. The other perches on your hip, close to the epicentre of your pain. That's not so nice.

"Can I turn you over?"

You sigh unhappily. "Yeah. Okay."

All his care, Aaron turns you on your back. He doesn't give you time to think before he helps you into a sitting position, humming empathetically at your pained hissing, "I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just don't want it to get worse."

"It's worse now," you panic, hot tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you squeeze them tightly closed.

"I know… You're doing well."

"I'm not doing well! It really hurts, Aaron, it– it's really hurting, it won't stop," you say, trying not to move too much as you talk. You're breathless with pain, that shattering of discomfort glowing like glass shards somewhere under the skin.

"You're doing well, honey, I don't know what else to tell you. This is doing well, considering. I don't wanna force you up but I won't watch you get worse."

"Then don't watch," you mutter, bringing a hand up to your eyes.

"Do you think I have a choice?" he asks, no cruelty or derision as he rubs your thigh. "I couldn't walk away from you if I wanted to, and I don't want to. So don't let's argue, honey." His voice drops to a crooning murmur. "Don't be mean to me. I love you."

"Aaron…" You put the back of your hand to your forehead. You love him, you don't mean to be grumpy, and you know for a fact that he doesn't hold it against you —if there's one man who could say 'I won't walk away' and have you believe it, no question, it's him. "I'm not being mean."

"No? You don't think so?" he asks, leaning in a touch.

You offer him a kiss. Mean women don't give affection to their boyfriends. Pleased, Aaron kisses you softly with his hand creeping up toward your hip, cautious with his hands. He hasn't ever been rough with you.

"'Don't let's argue,'" you quote as his kiss moves to the corner of your mouth. "That's so old-fashioned."

Eyes closed, heads craned together, the air between you is warm. You almost forget the twinging pain wrapping around your coccyx. Almost.

"I am old-fashioned," he says simply. Having noticed that you're in pain, Aaron pulls back from you and stands up, offering his hands. "Come on, let's take a lap and I'll forget all about your being mean to me. I'll even make you lunch."

His sentence might incite enthusiasm, but you still struggle to stand, and while you're reassured he'll stay with you, he can't erase the pain with nice words. "Will you hold an ice pack on me?" you ask.

"Of course I will."

"Thank you… I love you, sorry I didn't say it back. I was in a mood, I think."

Aaron smiles at your on-the-nose joking. "I love you, too. Let's ask Jack to come and walk with you."

"I thought you were walking with me?" you ask, knowing from his smile alone that he's about to make a joke bordering on pert.

"Jack's more your speed, honey."

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nayziiz · 3 months

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Team Dynamics | LN4

Summary: To celebrate the launch of their 2024 car for the upcoming F1 season, McLaren hosts a masquerade gala event that sees two souls connect and lead to a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, the pair realise soon after that they are to work together quite closely after they agreed it would only be a one-night thing.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, one night stand, unprotected sex

Pairing: Gemma (I don't like writing with Y/N or reader) x Lando Norris

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PART 1

Gemma, with a noticeable waddle in her step, turns a corner, seeking refuge from the lively atmosphere that surrounds her. As she enters the quiet corridor, a sense of relief washes over her, and she releases a heartfelt sigh. The toll of the night is evident in her tired feet, which ache from hours of navigating the bustling venue, and her head throbs with the echoes of the lively event.

In the serenity of the corridor, Gemma's gaze is drawn to a lone figure at the far end. The dimly lit hallway casts a subtle glow on the scene, and she cautiously approaches the person who seems to be in a similar pursuit of solace. A young man, casually sipping from his glass of champagne, leans against the wall with a relaxed demeanour. One of his legs is pulled up to his chest, adding a nonchalant touch to his posture.

As Gemma draws closer, her footsteps echoing softly in the stillness, she notices the man's gaze lifting from his drink to meet her eyes. Despite the masks concealing their faces, a silent connection is forged as their eyes lock in mutual recognition. A subtle smile graces the young man's lips, a spontaneous reaction to Gemma's presence. However, he momentarily forgets that his mask obscures the brightness of his smile.

“You know, it bothers me too sometimes.” Gemma comments, out-of-the-blue.

“What?” Lando responds, confused by her statement.

“If you’re not supposed to eat at night, why would the refrigerator have a light in it?” Gemma explains, attempting a joke to ease the man’s tension.

“That’s, uhm, that’s going to haunt me now, thank you for that.” Lando laughs as he beckons for her to sit down next to him.

“I can’t be the only one who has sleepless nights over it.” Gemma continues to joke as she leans against the wall beside him.

Lando continues to chuckle at her half-hearted attempt to lighten his dark mood. But, it worked and he was feeling lighter by just laughing.

“So, why are you hiding down a mysterious hallway?” Lando wonders as he looks up and down the hallway.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Gemma counters.

“People.” Lando sighs. “Too many people.”

“Hmm. Yeah, same.” Gemma laughs. “But, moreso my shoes.”

Lando peers down and spots a pair of high heels on her red and swollen feet.

“Yeah, those don’t look very comfortable.” Lando agrees, his eyes drifting up from her feet all the way back to her eyes.

“You’re welcome to give them a try.” Gemma suggests, a smile forming on her lips as she continues to tease him.

“I’ll leave that to the professional.” Lando counters with a chuckle.

The two sit in silence for a minute or two as they stare at the Victorian wallpaper on the wall across from them. Gemma turns her head slightly towards Lando.

“You know what else is quite weird.” Gemma starts.

“Tell me.” Lando implores, curious to see what else leaves her lips.

“That you’re overwhelmed by all these people and instead of leaving, you choose to sit in this hallway.” Gemma states.

“I can’t really leave, to be honest with you.” Lando shrugs. “I can say the same about you, considering how painful your feet look.”

“Hey, beauty is pain they say.” Gemma argues, mocking him. “So, what? Is your date inside talking to all the rich folk, is that why you can’t leave?”

“Nice way to ask if I’m single.” Lando chuckles again.

“Not asking, dear. I’m just looking for some drama to spice up the night a bit.” Gemma counters, almost pouting as she looks at him.

“There’s no date. Or girlfriend, for that matter.” Lando explains. “Just lost hopes and dreams.”

“That’s depressing.” Gemma sighs and leans her head against the wall behind her.

“Now your turn.” Lando beckons, waiting to hear her explanation as to why she was in the hallway too.

“Just like you, I cannot leave. I’m here for work purposes, so I’ll stick around and enjoy the open bar until they ask me to leave.” Gemma explains, holding up her glass of wine in the air.

“I see, so you work for McLaren?” Lando wonders, taking another sip of champagne.

“You guessed correctly.” Gemma nods.

“And, what is it that you do?” Lando continues.

“I’m a data analyst in the simulator department.” Gemma explains.

“So, you have an indirect influence on how the season will turn out?” Lando asks.

“I guess you could say so. I use the data from the driver’s simulators so the mechanics can change what’s necessary on the car, so yeah, maybe a little.” Gemma responds.

“That’s pretty cool.” Lando breathes, a smile teasing his lips.

“And, you? I assume you work for McLaren too since you can’t just up and leave?” Gemma queries.

Lando turns to her and smiles, a chuckle escaping his lips. He realised that she didn’t know who he was, or at least didn’t recognize him with his mask on. He quickly removes his mask to reveal his sweet smile, completely taking Gemma by surprise.

“Lando. I’m one of the drivers. Nice to meet you.” Lando states.

“Obviously, you’re one of the drivers.” Gemma counters with a joking eye roll before removing her own mask too. She’s beautiful with green pools for eyes and full lips.“Gemma. Nice to meet you, Lando.”

“At some point we’ll have to go back inside.” Lando mumbles.

“Only to return to this hallway again.” Gemma adds. Lando stands up and helps Gemma to her feet. “Not just a great driver, but also a gentleman.”

“A guy can have more than one talent.” Lando teases as they walk back towards the main hall pulling on their masks once again.

Gemma sighs as she looks at the crowded hall. Lando peers down at her and smiles once more. She’s so beautiful, he thinks. Gemma’s eyes land on the bar which is relatively quiet. Her glass is empty and it’s time for a refill.

“Another wine?” Lando asks as he guides her towards the bar.

“What’re you having?” She asks him.

“I think it’s time for something stronger. Maybe a vodka soda.” Lando suggests.

“I’ll have the same.” Gemma agrees.

Lando places the order for the vodka sodas and hands her hers. They turn to face the crowd while sipping on their drinks.

“I think you’re the first person not to ask me how I feel about the season.” Lando comments, almost shouting over the blaring music.

“I assumed you were bombarded with that question enough.” Gemma responds.

“You said you were happy to abuse the open bar all night. Any reason why?” Lando asks, changing the topic.

“Just got out of a three-year relationship with a guy who hated seeing me drink.” Gemma bluntly answers. “He thought I would get too comfortable with other guys when I drank.”

“So, that’s why you came and sat down next to a stranger in a deserted hallway.” Lando jokes.

“Yeah, well, not all strangers are scary or have bad intentions.” Gemma shrugged.

The minutes pass in a whirlwind of laughter and shared stories as Gemma and Lando engage in a lively conversation, their connection deepening with each passing moment. The ambient hum of the music becomes a backdrop to their animated exchange, the rhythm of the beats creating a vibrant atmosphere around them. The alcohol coursing through their veins acts as a liberating force, allowing them to shed inhibitions and fully immerse themselves in the moment.

Feeling the pull of the music, Lando, with an infectious grin, seizes Gemma's hand, leading her towards the pulsating dancefloor. As they join the rhythmic sway of the crowd, the boundary between them blurs, and the dance becomes a fluid expression of joy and freedom. The cares of the outside world dissipate as they lose themselves in the infectious energy of the music.

Amidst the revelry, the pair remains blissfully unnoticed, the anonymity afforded by the vibrant crowd shielding Lando from the prying eyes of admirers or fans. The freedom to simply be in the moment intensifies their enjoyment as they twirl and move in synchrony, the connection between them growing stronger with each beat.

In a lighthearted moment, Lando, fueled by a mixture of boldness and the euphoria of the night, interrupts Gemma's laughter with a spontaneous and somewhat sloppy kiss. The surprise lingers in the air for a heartbeat before he pulls away, his gaze fixed on her eyes, searching for any signs of reciprocation. The people around them, lost in their own revelry, remain oblivious to this intimate exchange, allowing Gemma and Lando to exist in a world of their own creation.

The ambient lights cast a soft glow on Gemma's face as she meets Lando's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and intrigue. The air between them crackles with a newfound tension, and the sounds of the bustling party fade into the background as they share a moment suspended in time, shielded by the dancefloor's anonymity. The world around them may be alive with energy, but in that moment, it's just the two of them, caught in the enchantment of the music and the unspoken connection they've discovered on the dancefloor.

The pulsating rhythm of the music fades into the background as Gemma, emboldened by the electrifying connection between them, leans in and breathes a whispered request, "Kiss me again." Her voice, a soft and inviting murmur, carries the weight of anticipation as she pulls Lando closer by the nape of his neck.

Lando, captivated by the magnetic pull of the moment, readily complies. Their lips meet once more in a tender collision, a fusion of desire and passion. His arms instinctively snake around her waist, pulling her irresistibly closer, as if unwilling to let go of the enchanting spell they've cast upon each other. The sensation of her body against his intensifies the intimacy of the kiss, creating a cocoon of warmth and connection in the midst of the lively celebration surrounding them.

Gemma's hands cup Lando's face, her touch both gentle and reassuring, as if savouring the reality of the shared moment. The world around them disappears, and they willingly succumb to the allure of the kiss, allowing the currents of emotion to wash over them. Gemma, yielding to the intoxicating dance of lips, willingly falls against him, surrendering to the magnetic force that binds them together.

In this stolen moment, the dance floor becomes their private sanctuary, and the outside world ceases to exist. The whispers of the music, the soft glow of the lights, and the warmth of their embrace form a backdrop to a shared intimacy that transcends the chaos of the celebration. Gemma and Lando, lost in the timeless embrace, create a moment that lingers in the air—a memory woven into the fabric of the night, a secret shared between two souls entwined in the alchemy of a single, exquisite kiss.

“Let’s leave.” Lando suggests when he pulls away from their messy kiss, some of her lipstick plastered on his lips.

“What if you’re a serial killer?” Gemma argues, her lips pouting.

“Oh, now you’re worried about stranger danger.” Lando chuckles, jokingly rolling his eyes.

“Where shall we go?” Gemma wonders.

“My apartment?” Lando suggests, but he poses it more as a question for her to agree to.

“Let’s go then.” Gemma agrees.

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sexysapphicshopowner · 5 months

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread

🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!

🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.

🤎 Word count: 2.7k

🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop

🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends

🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on

🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were

🤎 You started the same day

🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together

🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks

🤎 She's no better either

🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up

🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work

🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot

🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend

🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own

🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together

🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend

🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially

🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup

🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two

🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her

🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with

🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another

🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself

🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell

🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke

🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.

🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk

🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest

🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest

🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.

🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....

🤎 You were out like a light afterward

🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you

🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates

🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."

🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr

🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now

🤎 Then comes Christmastime

🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop

🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)

🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop

🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted

🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you

🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa

🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything

🤎 Not this year

🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it

🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you

🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless

🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often

🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around

🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it

🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week

🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone

🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was

🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you

🤎 Back to Secret Santa though

🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year

🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point

🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point

🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year

🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up

🤎 You are not happy about that fact

🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek

🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree

🤎 You decide to play her at her own game

🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well

🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body

🤎 You two are best friends

🤎 Best friends.

🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple

🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship

🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair

🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing

🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”)

🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight

🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress

🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh

🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat

🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you

🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party

🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off

🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.”

🤎 She’s flustered all night

🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you

Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment.

The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her.

She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier.

You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again.

You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you.

You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, ��Hey you.”

Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up.

It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.”

You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.”

“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?”

If only you know, huh?

You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.”

“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts.

Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift.

You didn’t get anything.

There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika.

With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...”

“So?”

“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....”

“Yeah?”

She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say.

She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you.

She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?”

You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.”

That did not help her calm down.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-”

Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering.

You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.”

You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside.

You knew that necklace anywhere.

She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place.

She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl.

You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight.

Neither was your makeup when you started crying.

She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt.

“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....”

“You do?”

You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.”

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.”

“You’re cute.”

“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.”

You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.”

She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...”

You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.”

“As are you, your point?”

“My poi-”

“Look at me when you talk, sweets.”

She knew what the fuck she was doing.

Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...”

“I love you too....”

“So....”

“So?”

“What now?”

She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.”

Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing.

She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon.

Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs.

You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.”

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Okay y’all… I was very critical of eps 3 & 4 (especially 4) of NAtLA. Then all of a sudden eps 5 & 6 kinda slapped me in the face with how much better the show suddenly got.

Spoiler-free thoughts first:

Zuko, Iroh, and Aang have cemented themselves as the best parts about this adaptation - which is really funny considering I’m currently writing a longfic AU where Zuko and Iroh discover Aang in the iceberg right after Zuko is banished at age 13 and end up becoming the first members of the Gaang (albeit reluctantly at first lol). Episode 6: “Masks” (the Blue Spirit adaptation) was so good, I’d venture to say that it actually improved and fleshed out some things from the original series.

Episode 5: “Spirited Away”, while not as good as E6, was not as bad as I heard people say it was going to be. I think that the changes they did make didn’t bother me nearly as much as the changes they made in the last episode, and it was actually entertaining.

There were several scenes that made me cry in both of these episodes (moreso in episode 6, which I’ll get into further down in the spoiler section). These are the scenes that I feel like really tapped into the heart of the original show rather than feeling like a soulless remake.

Now for my in-depth thoughts (INCLUDES SPOILERS):

EP 5: “Spirited Away”

- Staring out, I was bummed because I had just rewatched the first two eps of the original animated series lol.

- It was an interesting choice to have all three members of the Gaang get stuck in the Spirit World, but I think it worked.

- Wan Shi Tong just showing up randomly was a bit unnecessary, but I suppose it will be kinda interesting to see him again in S2 since he’s already met the Gaang

- Hei Bai plays a much smaller role in these eps, but I strangely didn’t mind that either?

- Seeing Katara’s last memory with her mom was devastating, especially the fact that she had to witness her death and hide in the igloo with Kya’s charred body :(( she definitely has severe PTSD.

- Even Sokka’s memory made me tear up a bit

- Koh being the villain and a soul-eater or whatever was a bit of an odd choice, but I guess I can see why they did it. I do prefer him just being an asshole who steals ppl’s faces lol

- Appreciated the Fog of Lost Souls reference from the LoK lore

- Aang reuniting with Gyatso made me cry. I know some people didn’t like him being in the Spirit World, but I really liked it. Also, the fact that Gyatso was the first person to tell Aang that it wasn’t his fault the Air Nomads died, and that if he had been there he would have died too? THANK YOU! My poor boy has been berated enough for “abandoning” the world.

- We got some interesting lore about the afterlife for humans from Gyatso and Aang’s convo, which we’ve never gotten in AtLA media before. Idk if it’s just for Air Nomads, but Aang mentions that Gyatso stayed behind instead of “seeking enlightenment”. I know that the end goal in Buddhism is to reincarnate until you eventually achieve nirvana, so I wonder if that’s what they were alluding to (I’m not an expert on religions so pls correct me if I’m wrong)

- Oh yeah, I forgot June is here lmao. As a queer person I loved her (bc beautiful goth woman) but I didn’t like the weird choice to make her hit on Iroh - I guess to contrast the Iroh being creepy towards her thing in the OG series. I wish they would have just had them interact normally tbh, no weird “flirting”

EP 6: “Masks”

- Here we go y’all. The best episode in the show so far and probably the best the show is gonna get this season. I’m still pretty shocked at how good this one was.

- I think the decision to include flashbacks to Zuko’s Agni Kai was a good decision here. It felt like an appropriate episode for them and the flashbacks were very well done.

- In general, Dallas is doing a phenomenal job at portraying a Zuko who is angry and aggressive, yes, but also so very sweet and compassionate at his core. I love when little inklings of his true self shine through.

- Roku was… not what I expected. He was very much more of a lighthearted and jokey person… I didn’t hate it, it was just unexpected lol. I wonder if they did that to contrast him with Kyoshi. Which, speaking of, I’m glad Roku clarified that Aang doesn’t just need to be a merciless warrior (and that he didn’t berate Aang for “abandoning” the world like she did). But I still am annoyed about the mischaracterization of Kyoshi in general.

- RIP Shyu :/

- Thought it was kind of strange how June captures Aang at Roku’s temple lol. Like how did she get on and off the island??

- Zhao continues to feel like a completely different character to me lmao. I think this version is pretty funny, but it’s so weird to see Zhao being portrayed as so goofy and incompetent when he was such an intimidating force and the main villain of Book 1 in the OG series. Just a weird direction they went with his character.

- The Yuyan archers look cool as fuck. 10/10 no notes

- Still not sure how I feel about Azula already being this insecure and jealous of Zuko. I think it makes her feel a bit more realistically like a child, but the whole point of Azula’s character is that she is really good at maintaining this cool and calm persona on the surface, which she uses to scare and manipulate people. I can see her maybe getting to a point later on to where she hardens herself into that though. We’ll see.

- Baby Zuko asking Iroh how he looks and his little smile 😭😭😭😭 I had a physical “aww” reaction to that. THAT’S MY SON (me and Iroh shouting in unison)

- War Room scene was handled very well. No complaints. I like how Ozai tried to test Zuko with battle strategies.

- Blue Spirit break out scene was extremely close to the original, and it was really good. They adapted it almost shot for shot with all the important parts.

- Here’s probably my favorite part of the episode: Zuko and Aang’s talk inside the abandoned house after they escape from Pohuai!!!!!! Gahhhh I could gush about this scene all day. I love how they expanded it to be an actual friendly conversation between Aang and Zuko. Like we get to see Zuko’s true self coming through - the sweet, kind boy we know he is. Zuko and Aang just have such great chemistry as well, wayyy more than Aang has with either Sokka or Katara. Like I adored them bonding over painting and caligraphy!!! I think this is the best acting we’ve seen from Gordon so far, and Dallas did a phenomenal job switching back to that hurt, angry version of himself (of course a trauma response). And the fact that Aang said “sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” when he blocked Zuko’s firebending attack??? My sweet boy 😭

- The final flashback to the Agni Kai was really well done too. I’d already heard Zuko fights back, which I wasn’t sure I’d like, but I actually didn’t mind it. I really liked that they showed Zuko’s hesitation whenever he did actually have an opening, and that was what angered Ozai the most - Zuko showing compassion, “weakness”. Daniel Dae Kim is of course doing a phenomenal job (no surprises there), and I really liked that Iroh actually attempted to stop Ozai at one point. It also looked like young Azula had tears in her eyes, which I again actually liked because it humanizes her.

- I loved that Aang was still there when Zuko woke up on the boat 😭 he wanted to make sure he was okay!! I full on started crying when we got the “do you think we could have been friends too?” lines from him. Again, Gordon killed it. I love how you can tell that Aang knows Zuko has been hurt and that’s why he acts the way he does. He doesn’t blame him for any of it. 10/10

- the last flashback to Zuko in his bed recovering from the burn… god the tears just kept flowing. I really liked the choice to have Ozai almost give Zuko a chance to like… idk understand why he did what he did, and how compassion is “weak”?? And then Zuko’s response to give people a chance 😭😭😭 as if I couldn’t love him any more!!! And then of course Ozai gets pissed. But seeing baby Zuko just cry in his bed UGH I’m dehydrated at this point

- Of course I can’t finish this review without mentioning the 41st division. What an incredible way to expand upon the source material by making them Zuko’s crew!!! It shows just how much Zuko truly cares about others and it moved me so much (once again to tears).

I don’t have high hopes for the last two episodes, but honestly, if this is what the live action can be, it gives me a bit of hope (at least for future seasons). I really think that Dallas, Gordon, Paul, and Daniel were the stars of this ep and are a big part of what made it so good.

#atla #natla #netflix atla spoilers #natla spoilers #atla live action #avatar the last airbender netflix #avatar the last airbender #atla netflix #atla meta #natla meta #zuko #aang #iroh #ozai #zukaang

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What about vampire gojo and reader, when some aristocrats critized her for her weird/unique looks? And tell her he’s only with her cuz shes too pretty and she doesn’t deserve it.

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: {Thoughts}

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings. Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose... His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (2.6k)/ bullying, racial profiling, light-heavy petting, obsessive bordering subtle yandere thoughts, feeding on blood, cuddling, use of power and authority over subordinates/ angst to comfort/ vampire Satoru is his own warning

❦︎ A/N: loved writing this ask, more thoughts about vampire au? I hope you liked this one too~

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

Like how no one fails to notice your appearance. Wherever you go, you receive long gazes that hold different thoughts.

Before Satoru turned you into a vampire, your lady-in-waiting had often mentioned how peculiar you look even as a human. Was it for your shining hair, your gleaming eyes that seems like the river of stars, or perhaps your skin that seem to sparkle in the moonlight? They often told you your features are closer to the nymphs residing in Soladrina—the floating plains of the gods and goddesses—than that of a human.

Satoru has never mentioned these and you never gave them attention. Surely, he never failed to tell you how beautiful you are but never did he make you feel that you are different from what you are supposed to be.

But your mate's normalcy to these so-called 'differences' doesn't apply to the eyes of society.

The Grand Duke has long foregone his social duties. Ever since the late Grand Duchess, it is known that the grand duchy has dropped all social appearances. With his father sick and bedridden; His Grace is often away for hunting or war there was no one to deal with such frivolous outings. And even if he was present, he has no interest. He's far more suited to the gore of war and the silence of his study than drinking tea and eating scones in the garden.

Then, there's you.

His butler mentioned starting to build relations with the other families. At first, you dropped the idea, with no title in your name it is unheard of to attend the banquets of the aristocrats. Moreso for a human turned vampire. The vast difference in status and race was quite a dilemma for you to suddenly step into the high society without looking as if you are using the Grand Duke's paramount reputation and influence.

But after Satoru brought you in the celebration of the winter solstice, conspicuously displaying his claim and palpable affection in public eyes, everyone just knew the wheels are turning. The very next day a mass of correspondence and invitations are pouring in.

Not for His Grace.

But for you.

It was no secret how the Grand Duke is devoted to the bone with his mate. It was just a matter of passing the mourning period of his father that he will name you his Grand Duchess. From his gestures, there is no question which fell hard between the two of you. All aristocrats are intrigued about what kind of lady captivated the cold-blooded warlord, for him to be so besotted to the bone.

"Your Grace." You sighed at his pout, this petulant attitude has been going on for two days now. And from the looks of it, it will continue even more if you don't promise him something he likes. "I promised tomorrow, we'll go picnic with no more interruption."

The sight of your mate sulking isn't something to be underestimated.

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings.

Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose...

His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

"Get back here before twilight because you are not leaving my sight the day after tomorrow until you get tired of my face," Satoru growled in defeat. He was cursing the mailman who delivered the letter despite the rain. Running a hand over his hair in annoyance. You're his mate but it seems he's the one who least spends time with you. Where's the justice in that? Satoru muttered profanities in frustration.

"Is that a punishment, Your Grace?" You giggled, tapping the nose of your mate as he preys on your every move. "Because it sounds like a reward to me."

Satoru merely snorted and ever slowly let you withdraw from his arms to get ready. His eyes were glued to your figure as you put on your corset, pulling on the strings that confined the soft curves of your waist to the slenderness of your hips but the strings kept loosening.

A hand sneaks up to rub circles on your shoulder blade and the strings of the corset tug you making you stumble backward until you hit the familiar hard chest of your mate.

"I should just pull this, right?" Hot breath fanned your nape.

You faintly nodded. Despite how many times this moment repeats itself, it never fails to have you hold your breath feeling the strings tighten, forcing you to breathe out a sweet gasp and straighten up as Satoru hummed, knotting the strings into a bow and staring at the enticing curve of your pretty spine.

"Good girl." Satoru purred, his hand found your tights, caressing them as the two of you stare at the mirror, your unbearable flushed cheeks and legs clenched together whilst his devilish smirk as he nibbled your earlobe. "You're so sweet and soft to me Kitten," Satoru whispered as he toyingly bit the shell of your ears whilst keeping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling because of your knees wobbling from his caress.

"Milady? Can I come in?" A chamber keeper knocked hesitantly, trancing you out of a stupor.

If your mate's touch wasn't enough to drive you crazy, the embarrassment of the person outside hearing you and Satoru is sure enough to level you into a combusting mess.

"Are you alright Lady Y/n? For cold weather, your face is too flushed."

Lady Akari, one of the daughters of the nobles living within Albastru asked you. She's a quaint young lady who often keeps to herself unless spoken to. It just so happens she's standing close to you this time.

"Yes, I am alright. The layers of clothing are just a bit stuffy even for the cold weather." An amicable smile from you settled her and offered another cup of the chilled tea which you happily accepted and she talked to you about the new venture of her father that may interest you.

"If it isn't Lady Y/n. Are you alright Milady? You look pale, paler than a vampire usually is." A bratty voice came close from your back and a teenage girl with extravagant layers of expensive fur to keep her from the cold smiled at you but her foxy eyes spell trouble.

"Lady Minami... you look—" you paused and looked at her up and down before continuing. "—rather stuffy."

The lady frowned at your remark.

"Of course, Lady Y/n is paler. After all, she is still a newborn. For a banal human to adapt this fast in our nature, it must only be because of His Grace's venom." A cold voice emerged behind Minami. Lady Risa of the Kamo Clan looked at you with narrowed eyes. Her distaste for you was openly displayed. "Such an impure blood." The venom was dripping in the tone.

"That is not true! Lady Y/n has the most beautiful eyes than any of you." Lady Akari rushed to defend you but it only gathered much more attention in your corner thus you held her back and turned to the two girls picking on you.

It's not unusual for pure-blooded vampires to openly regard their distaste for turned ones like you. Vampires can be quite the purist when it comes to bloodlines. Seeing humans as nothing more than blood banks. Truly... It's a good thing Satoru isn't here or else you'll never hear the end of this.

Setting down your cup of tea you straightened your posture, looked at the two ladies, and tilted your head to the side with an unamused smile.

"What unrefined mouths you have. Is that how educated noble ladies behave? I would like to see the face of your tutors and show them their incompetence in teaching etiquette for raising brats like you who lack the class and decorum in a social gathering. Uncultured girls."

The surrounding spectators chuckled and the host immediately came to your corner asking about the problem.

"You dare run your mouth because you're His Grace's mate. You're just a figurehead no matter how you act like a noble lady." Lady Minami seethed.

"It doesn't change I am the Lady of the Grand Duke you have been wanting over the years. I am the mate of the Grand Duke. If you have enough dignity and intelligence you will know how to behave around me. Future Countess."

Lady Risa glared at you with whole passion and turned her heel away.

"My Lady..." The host of the banquet looked troubled by the conflict and looked at you for leniency.

You nod and let the matter go. This is just but a scratch of how high society works. It is such a tiring thing to deal with calculations and machinations against each other. No wonder Satoru dislikes it to the core. You sat on the bench under the shade of a magnolia tree away from the party.

"Lady Risa was right. Doesn't Lady Y/n look too different from humans? I once visited the Eastern Continent and I've never seen a human that looks anything like her."

The girls gossiped behind your back, not knowing that you were listening behind the tree.

"His Grace, The Grand Duke must be blinded that's why he's so infatuated to her. Come to think of it, why would the Grand Duke even like a human? He's from the lineage of the Imperial Family with the purest royal blood. It must only be because of that bewitching face that he has fallen for her."

"Have you noticed? She came out of nowhere and the Grand Duke was totally in love with her. She must come from the race of witches and enchanted him."

A chuckle came from your side. Lady Mei-Mei swirled her red wine and looked at you.

"Gossiping won't bring gold in their pockets. Don't you think so Lady Y/n? Don't frown, unlike them, you're a rich woman. Money makes people sing and dance."

Your frown was relieved and replaced by a chuckle at her open greed for money.

If there is one thing about Lady Mei-Mei is that she's too attached to wealth. But that also makes her easier to hang out with. She is honest and efficient. The kind that will bring gold and information with every deal you make with her.

Satoru stared outside his window as your carriage entered the gates.

"Should I have the dinner served at the garden, Master?" Yuta noticed his Uncle's sudden interest in the window and surmised that you were back. His Uncle has no other interest aside from you so it has become easy for Yuta to know when you are around.

Satoru looked at the sky and saw the grey clouds brewing in. Promising a harsh thunderstorm for tonight.

"Yuta." Satoru's eyes narrowed at the garden where different flowers are clashing on the blue roses flowers he specifically planted for his mate. Weeds. Satoru clicked his tongue.

"Yes, Master?" Yuta stiffened at the cold tone he was so familiar with.

"Some unsightly thorns are trying to prick what's mine..." Seems like there will be tongues that need discipline. Subordinates that dare to bite the hand of their master that feed them bring nothing but an omen. Seems like the garden needs some weeding.

The door to the study opened and your figure immediately diminished Satoru's dark thoughts. Yuta excused himself to prepare the dinner and left the two of you alone.

"Did you have fun?" Satoru started the fire in the hearth and sat on the couch, patting his lap for you to join him. Your sweet weight fitted perfectly on his lap as he bring the quilt up your belly ensuring you are snug and safe from the cold bite of the storm.

The drizzle of the rain started hitting the glass window but Satoru kept you cozy and warm near the fire, curled inside his arms. His lips rested on your head while your nose nuzzled against his chin. Preciously cradled away from problems and harm. Satoru brushed the stray hair on your forehead. No one would ever understand how much your existence means to his life. But that's alright, all he could ever truly care for is you and only you.

He could forget everything and just have you like this, satisfied and snuggled in his protective embrace. Everything fades in comparison in every moment he sees your smile.

"Lady Mei-Mei told me about a new business venture..." Your cheery voice dissipated the exhaustion in his mind. You talked and talked even while dinner is served in the room and everyone left for your privacy. Satoru kept you on his lap and took it upon himself to feed you while you told him about today's happenings.

"Mnnn, anything else you need to tell me, Kitten?" Satoru lazily drawled, watching you lick off the faint drops of blood after feeding a bit from his wrist. You're really like a kitten. He smirked darkly and waited for you to tell him what he's been waiting for.

Your pretty eyes blinked in confusion and shook your head like an innocent lamb.

"Really?" So you're not gonna tell him? Too bad he saw everything with his eyes even if you do not tell him.

"Oh! I remembered." A pout formed on your lips. "We can't have a picnic tomorrow, the ground is wet from the rain. What should we do?"

"..." That's not what he wants to hear.

Satoru hummed and tucked you in his arms before standing up and walking to the connecting door leading to his bedroom chambers. Laying you on his bed and tucked you under the covers as he dropped a lingering kiss over your lips before closing the curtains to keep the lightning from startling you in your sleep.

"I will finish something and join you soon. Sleep for now. I'll think of something we can do tomorrow."

"Do you have to?" You brought the blanket higher to your nose until only your eyes are visible. "Can't we sleep already?"

If this is the usual matter Satoru would have foregone it and joined you in the bed, holding you in his arms as he stroke your head to sleep. but this is different. He smiled apologetically and kissed your forehead one last time before walking back to his study where Yuta was waiting, a stack of paper in the young man's hands.

"Master I have the list of ladies who offended the Lady during the tea party earlier." Yuta felt a little sorry for the date of these ladies. But his Master does not hold debts mercifully.

The lighting struck and the feral glint in Satoru's eyes glowed.

The weeds in the garden will have to suffer the torrential rain.

The quarterly gathering is a week away. Seems like their fathers will know what repercussions entail when they fail to discipline their daughters' mouths. Satoru never does light punishments.

Only with pain, they will learn their lesson.

It's okay if you won't tell him how those women talked about you. But it doesn't mean he will let it go. No. He's not a gentleman nor is he a paragon. He is your mate and if anyone dares to prick or even hurt a strand of your hair means offence against him as well.

Offence against him is the same as surrendering their head to the silver platter.

And you don't need to know about it. After all...

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

—GreyCaelum,

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woundedtolove · 10 months

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Hi, i'm sorry this is so out of the blue but would you mind sharing sadomasochistic literature recs pls? I love your other rec lists<33

yo not out of the blue at all. i realise i post a lot of content related to sm.

for fiction: besides the obvious bataille, you should look into colette peignot's collected writings under the name laure.

for some rewritten material on her there's kathy acker's my mother demonology. but everything by kathy acker relates to the subject: blood and guts in highschool, empire of the senseless.

(sidenote from an interview w kris kraus on her biography: According to Eleanor Antin, Kathy worked at a massage parlor in Solana Beach for a while, and she did not give massages. [...] She was also, at the same time, tutoring Latin. / If she didn’t give massages, what did she do? / Well, hand jobs, probably.)

another classic but story of o written by pauline réage plus its beautiful illustrations by leonor fini. it's actually said her fantastical owl masks inspired the character of o + she was really close to andré pieyre de mandiargues, whose one story la marge was adapted by walerian borowczky in immoral tales. then there's sacher masoch's venus in furs. you've probably already heard of anais nin's delta of venus.

i specifically highly rec mary gaitskill. bad behaviour is a great short story collection - one of the stories specifically inspired the film secretary (2002). her essay, the trouble with following the rules, on rape culture and agency published in harper's bazaar (later repub in somebody with a little hammer) is one rare occurrence of nuance and grace accorded to women who've had sexual experiences that are difficult to categorise. it gives a rundown of the ways she personally relates to feminist scholars on the subject too.

there's problems by jade sharma. for a more modern story of the eye, try ryu murakami's ecstasy.

for non-fiction (disclaimer that i mostly haven't read these but they are on my list):

gilles deleuze, masochism: coldness and cruelty ; avgi saketopoulou, sexuality beyond consent ; virginie despentes, king kong theory

if you're similarly interested in boundary-pushing experiences, the limits of the body, attraction to the horrific (i getchu) this is moreso sociology, aesthetics, psychoanalysis focused:

elaine scarry, the body in pain ; anne dufourmantelle, in praise of risk ; sylvère lotringer, overexposed: perverting perversions ; umberto eco, on ugliness

other media: the podcast drunk church, the director catherine breillat.

hope this is of help & if you read anything tell me how it went. i'm always looking for more stuff on the subject too.

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kazamajun · 2 months

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I read a quote once that was something along the lines of 'if I have to write two characters kissing for you to know that they're in love, I have failed as a writer.' This is a sentiment I not only agree wholeheartedly with, but something that came to mind when wanting to do an analysis of Kazuya's character ending and kazjun's relationship.

We get a bit of environmental storytelling with her picture. It's a beautiful photo, clearly posed for, and lovingly encased in an elaborate pure gold frame. The vibes are expensive, luxurious, and meaningful because he clearly cared enough to have it custom-made since it's got the Zaibatsu's logo on it. Behind the picture frame are two porcelain teacups and a teapot, along with Rochefort Tea, Azucena's coffee and that mixed blend of both. That tells us they frequently have tea and coffee together in his office!

On the first question Kazuya is asked, he is immediately dismissive of it. Asking about Jun however not only gets an immediate physical reaction with the curled fist and him filling the room with electricity, but he goes on to make it explicit that she is the only person in the world that he sees as an equal. She stood up to him over 20 years ago and he never forgot it. And, she's just as strong now if not moreso.

When he throws the trophy, that's him giving a demonstration of this. He's showing her off! He knew she would catch it, and likewise Jun knows that he knew she would, which is why she gives that soft little smile. And his tone when he delivers the "tsuyoi" is... very telling. He not only acknowledges and values her strength but is extremely attracted to it.

There's also the added framing context of this episode, that it's a documentary on him. He just publicly declared to the world that her strength turns him on. Iconic.

It's pretty damn clear that he loves her, not only from all of the above but the fact that he demonstrated it at all in the first place. Kazuya doesn't bother to talk about things he doesn't care about.

#tekken #kazjun #kazujun #meta #imo kazuya's refusal to engage with things he dgaf about cannot be overstated so monologuing about jun was not only significant --#-- but HIGHLY SELF INDULGENT even!! it's so telling!!#anyway circling back to the opening quote; what we got was WAYYY more intimate than if he'd kissed her on the mouth #and vastly more ic for him anyway. it was 100% kazuya being kazuya while also being KAZUYA IN LOVE!#i didn't touch on the marital erasure of the flop english localization bc i wanted to keep this purely analytical in a storytelling sense #btw if you havent seen the takes calling the trophy throw 'abuse' or 'ipv' i envy you. every day ppl choose to be so wrong.

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turbulentscrawl · 4 months

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Hot as Sin pt. 3

;) As always, spice below the cut, and minors dni with this post. There is an extra note at the beginning of Demi's entry, as she is the first female character I've written full smut with.

Demi

Note: Part of the reason I've put off writing smut for the fem characters is that it's much harder to keep the reader gender neutral. That is, everyone has at least one hole...but not everyone has something to fill a hole with. But I've decided to go ahead anyway and simply use "cock/dick" for the reader, and just ask you to suspend your disbelief. If you don't have those parts, please just take those words to be a swap of "strap" which imo isn't a very sexy word anyway.... Thanks!

Warnings: alcohol consumption

You know she’s a little buzzed, but it hardly shows. Demi’s such a laid back and good-spirited lady that her current posture doesn’t seem all that odd; leaned back on top of you, rocking her hips up and down with a blissed-out look on her face. Maybe she was drunk off your cock moreso than the liquor. She opens one eye to look back at you, and a teasing little smirk crosses her painted lips.

“Paint a picture of me, sweetie, it’ll last longer,” she coos.

“I think I’ll just paint on you,” you tease back, grunting when she presses down and grinds against you as ‘punishment.’

“Come on,” she says. Her words come between cute little huffs of effort. “You might as well help me out while you enjoy the show. Touch me some more.” She massages one of her full breasts to make a point, rolling a nipple between her fingers and biting her plump lip. You’d almost rather make her beg, but you can tell she’s already close by how her legs quiver and her rhythm falters. And who could deny this beauty?

Your hands slide up her body, pressing into the plush of her stomach before finding her other breast and her clit respectively. She gives you a wonderful giggle-moan when your fingers circle both of the nubs, and promptly comes crashing down with a clenching, shivering bliss.

“Good girl,” you sigh at her when she relaxes again. She doesn’t stop your moving hands, so you keep rubbing her, massaging her while she leans over to the bedside table and scoops up her glass of wine. She downs the last mouthful, swallows half, and then captures your face in her dainty hands and gives you a wine-wet tongue kiss that just about boils your mind to numbness.

“I am a good girl,” she says when she pulls away, panting. “Now why don’t you be good too and do the work this time?” Her hands encircle your neck, and suddenly she throws herself backwards onto the mattress, dragging you with her. Though you would have thought it impossible, Demi looks even better like this: tipsy, sweaty, and well-fucked beneath you. Just not quite well-fucked enough, evidently, if her pulling her own legs up into a mating press was anything to go by.

“Sure,” you say, lacing your fingers over where hers rest against her thighs and pushing her further into the mattress. “I think I can do that.”

Antonio

Warnings: size difference, sappy shit, devil possession at the end

Ever the songbird, Antonio sighs sweetly into the rhythm of your hips.

“You feel so good, darling,” he whispers, grinning softer than normal down at you. “Sweet, supple thing you are.” Loving praise falls from his lips in that entrancing hum of his. His large hands caress your curves, running the length of your back, thighs, the swell of your ass. He’s considerably larger than you, like most of the hunters, but so unbearably gentle. He sinks a little further into his chair, melting from the heat of your body because you’ve managed to fit a little more of his cock inside you.

You’re weak, sweaty, and the work has only barely begun. The stretch his cock gives you is as exhausting as it is exhilarating and you can’t guess how much longer you’ll last. You brace one hand on his forearm and the other on his chest, fingers idly tracing the stitched seams there to distract you from the burning stimulation.

“You’re shaking, petal. Do you need some help?” Antonio asks reverently. You shake your head, desperate to do this yourself, to let him relax, but you only manage three quicker hops on his lap before you’re gasping for air. Antonio chuckles and slowly hugs you to his cold chest. “No need for such pride, my love, I can take over for a bit.”

When you finally relax into his shoulder, his hands grab your hips, soft but firm. He effortlessly moves you up, down, around in a tantalizing circle on his cock, then all over again to a steady rhythm. It’s a slow process; Antonio is in no rush at all, enjoying the harmonization of your hums and moans, the warmth and give of your overheated body against his hard, cold one. His lips dance all around your head, kissing you, whispering sweet nothings to you. You don’t know how long it takes for you to find the edge into pleasure’s abyss, but you’re hanging over it when Antonio suddenly lurches to a stop.

“My dear,” he warns, and lifts you entirely off of him. “I know this is a bad time, but I’m feeling myself slip.” Even in your fog, you know he’s not warning you about an impending orgasm.

“Do you want me to leave?” You ask. It doesn’t matter though, you think, because tendrils of his hair are already coiling around your waist, replacing his drooping hands. “I’m not afraid.”

“I’m glad to hear that…but I think you’re going to be a lot more haggard tomorrow than you bargained for,” he says, grin growing wide and stiff. You’d almost call it malicious, if you didn’t already know that lust was perfectly fine for the devil to feed on, instead of violence. Proving your point, Antonio’s living hair forces you down onto the full length of his cock and leaves you next to no time to adjust.

With your last spare moments before he wrecks you, you kiss his chin and whisper, “I guess we both like a good gamble.”

Orpheus

Warnings: “knife play” adjacence, forced positivity??? idk

The golden tip of Orpheus’s quill was sharp on the spank-tender flesh of your ass. Not quite sharp enough to break skin, mind you, but certainly enough to leave angry red lines under the ink he was putting down. His hips rutted slowly against you, keeping his thrusts shallow and unsatisfying.

“Voluptuous,” Orpheus drawls behind you. He writes the word out in slow, intentioned cursive. Then he returns the quill to its nearby inkwell for a moment, running his free hand tauntingly slow up your spine. “Now your turn. How else would you describe yourself? Try for something eloquent.”

Your face is pressed into one of his luxurious pillows, fingers clutching his sheets in a death grip. All your focus is put into not fucking yourself back on Orpheus’s cock—you can’t think of any words besides his name, let alone something ‘eloquent’. He huffs out a not-laugh in response to the drawn-out groan you give him.

“Come now—” god, you wished you could— “you can do better than that. Just two more rounds and I’ll wreck you like you want.” You know he’s good for his word, at least. There is a very real finish line at the end of this particular game.

“Huuuhhh,” you moan in thought. “C-cute.” Orpheus suddenly delivers a harsh slap to your ass, and you’re sure it’s smeared some of the sprawling ink. He sighs disapprovingly.

“You can do better than that, dear. It’s like you’re not even trying. Do you want me to fuck the daylights out of you or not?” He grinds himself further into you, but still refuses any other stimulation. “Try again. Be generous, describe yourself highly.”

You wrack your brain for what you’ve read of Orpheus’s work, straining for moments where he narrated a love interest or a lovers’ tryst, how he spoke of the people in those intimate moments. But everything is blurred by lust now and thinking of those scenes only makes you more desperate for him, for the powerful, alluring writer—

“Alluring!” you gasp into the pillow.

“That’s perfect,” Orpheus praises. That gentle hand on your spine slides up, up, and grabs the back of your neck in a vice. He pushes you down with sudden ferocity and fucks you hard 1-2-3-4-5 delicious times, and then relaxes again. You choke and whine from the rough preview as he picks up the quill and writes that word in the very middle of your back. “You’re almost there, I need one more.”

“Irresistable.” That one comes easy, now that you’re just describing him. Orpheus tosses the quill over his shoulder, and grabs your hips with a growl that sends electric shocks of arousal to all your most sensitive places.

“Yes. You. Are.”

Ganji

Warnings: just a bit of dirty talk

He didn’t entirely know what he was doing, and it showed. But damn was his flushed face cute.

Ganji had wanted to wait a bit to be intimate. Inexperience, insecurities, shyness and all that. But something about the last match had really gotten him wound up and he’d looked just about ready to get on his hands and knees when he asked you to come back to his room for some ‘alone time.’ You didn’t make him beg, but this was pretty good compensation anyway, getting to ride him to exhaustion while he moans like he’s in heat.

He clutches at you a bit, blunt nails biting into the meat of your thighs, but he makes no efforts to stop or slow you. He just takes it, takes it, takes it. He takes everything you give him and holds none of his enjoyment back. He’s desperate for you, and unsatisfiable.

“Take this off,” you say, flicking the fabric of his baggy shirt, not stopping. In the rush and excitement, neither of you took much clothing off before you made it to his bed. He does as you say, holding eye contact the entire time.

“I like that expression you have,” he says after pulling his shirt over his head with one arm. You could say the same to him, you think. His eyes are intense, mouth open slightly while he pants, lips wet. You move your hands from where they were braced on the headboard, to his now-exposed torso, and run your fingers all along his toned muscles. He hums approvingly and returns the favor by sliding his hands under your shirt to push it off. “Do you like it…? Do you like how I feel?”

He's playing coy, you know, digging for more praise. But fuck is it hot in his voice. You pause only long enough for him to take your top off. Once it’s gone, he leans hesitantly closer and licks your chest. Whatever you taste like, Ganji seems to like it. His mouth latches to your collarbone the next second, sucking and biting your skin while his hands grab your waist and help your tired legs keep bouncing on his cock.

“Be a little louder for me,” you sigh, “and I’ll tell you all about how much I like you.”

Ganji doesn’t hesitate to provide. He releases the hickey he was working on in favor of singing his praises, moaning and whining and whimpering without shame. Clearly, he doesn’t care about being heard by his neighbors or passersby. He shifts a bit beneath you, and you only realize he’s braced his legs when he starts thrusting up to meet you.

“You feel so good, baby,” you coo. His eyes lock to yours again, drinking up your expression and any sweet words that fall from your lips. “You’re so sexy…You feel so good inside me, I want you to fill me up. I wanna come on your cock, honey.” Ganji’s face twists with mounting pleasure as you talk to him. He moans for you to stop, to give him a moment, but you don’t and suddenly he’s sucking air through his bared teeth and seizing up beneath you. He scrambles to make you finish with him, fumbling, stroking with one hand and bracing you for his upward thrusts with the other. And his desperation is so hot that it works. “That’s it, that’s it!”

You’re still coming down from the high when Ganji flips you both over, placing himself on top of you on his bed. His lips find your cheek, sweet and soft.

“Can you take a little more?”

#idv x reader #identity v #ganji gupta x reader #demi bourbon x reader #antonio paganini x reader #orpheus x reader #idv batter #idv violinist #idv barmaid #idv novelist #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Fruity four and princess reader au. Where you’re supposed to be this sweet good pure thing, and the four are literally defiling that image every night as you let them through the window at the same time

ok so.....i am having ideas <33

dirty princess

(cws: high fantasy/royalty au, slightly bratty princess!angelface, fantasy au fruity four, forbidden love trope, sneaking around/secret relationships, lots of chastity talk, f/f oral, unprotected sex, anal, tribbing, masturbation, spit, a bit of dom/sub dynamics, the sexy thrill of (potentially) getting caught.)

You're so pretty and sweet, it's a wonder if people don't fall in love with you when they first meet you. With your parents often tending to whatever royal duties that keep them busy, you're left to wander and do as you please for the most part once your lessons are finished for the day. As long as you have a guide, you're allowed to roam the city streets around the castle as well, so you make friends quite easily and that's how you end up meeting the four of them--the people you would never expect to become the loves of your life!

Nancy's a writer and a storyteller, who teaches the children in the poorer villages round the outskirts of the kingdom how to read and write. She's a bit tight-lipped but sweet, gentle and charismatic once she opens up a little more. She holds you in such high regard, a single meeting by chance has her breath caught in her throat and a haze over her whole world--from then on, she finds herself staying awake late at night to scribble furiously in her diary, penning uncountable snippets and stories and observed details of you that she can't allow herself to forget.

Steve is a bit more of a familiar face, as he's a fresh-faced knight on the king's royal guard. Moved quickly on from a squire thanks to his family's wealth, he's still quite new and inexperienced as far as combat goes, but he's confident all the same. He's so surprisingly gentle, he's got a warm voice and such pretty brown eyes, he's mesmerizing. You mention once as you pass by that he's too pretty for battle, that you wouldn't doubt him if he were to don a duke's attire--and he laughs, and when you laugh right along with him, he knows it's love.

Robin is a new love, a new body in the sea of people that crowd the streets when you come walking by. She's a trobairitz, often on the road as she ventures from kingdom to kingdom, carrying along her instrument and her thick leaflets of music bound together with a rough cord. She's poetic and bright and speaks at length when she's left in silence, and she's beautiful, her profession keeping her preferences subtle even when she's singing her sweet love songs to a woman as fair as the princess. With one song performed in your court, and two pairs of eyes meeting from across the patterned floor, you're hooked, and so is she.

Eddie comes from much more humble origins. Lives above a tavern he shares half of with his uncle, often spends his nights wrestling drunks off of their stools to send them stumbling off towards home, and playing a bit of music when the air is quiet and he has a moment to step away from the counter. You had met him by pure accident, the tavern far from the safety of the castle's reach when you had gotten lost one night, your guide having darted away for a moment and left you by your lonesome without even realizing. He had chuckled at the sight of you wandering in, cloak pulled tight but your naïve eyes betraying all your innocence as you sidle between drunks and cheering patrons as they sing and dance on the tables in a stupor. But when you'd whimpered out your need for his help, he had dropped everything to do so, leaving the bar in his uncle's capable hands as he brought you back to the castle gates--and nearly had his head lopped off when they thought he had been the one to kidnap you.

It had been shocking to learn that they all had connections to each other, even moreso to find that they considered themselves friends--but not nearly as much to discover that the love you felt for them, that you thought was selfish and a complete fantasy, was actually requited. That and more. Much more.

Because what most, if not everyone doesn't know, is that you are not the pure-minded princess that your people so adore. While your heart is soft and kind, your desires are something that command you into acts that certainly don't befit the daughter of a king and queen. You can be greedy, selfish, even depraved if given the chance, and by god do your lovers ever give you the chance to act on those urges.

Robin and Steve are easy. They can slip into the castle on the smallest excuse, Steve is usually stationed on the grounds anyways, and all Robin must do is let you pull on your parent's and advisor's arms to let your favourite entertainer back into the ballroom for a show. All she's expected to do is perform, which is what she's best at--and when the other members of the court have their wine in hand and have dismissed the young princess to go entertain herself for the afternoon, you're pulling Robin into your chambers for a private showing with nobody available to come interrupt you. She's always so tender, her lovemaking slow and scattered when she can't decide where to focus, what parts of you she likes best and that need the most attention. She just loves every bit, she has to strip your layers off and take her time in showing you the kind of love you never thought possible....including when she pulls your legs apart and straddles you between them, her bare chest a sight to behold as the trobairitz sings your praises and rides your sweet clit until you're gasping for breath. She just can't get enough, can't stop herself from bending your knee back and humping her cunt into yours, so wet her skin shines and glistens with arousal as she urges you to cum every time she does. Even if she has to get down and finish you off with her tongue and her fingers, she will make it so--most times she's intentional with it, using her own sensitivity to justify spending hours with her face between your legs to make up for all those lost orgasms.

On Steve's end, it's only a bit harder, and he has to work his way up to getting his time with you. To prove himself wouldn't be enough without your parent's approval, they must see him excel in order to approve him as one of your close guardians. That last one that cluelessly abandoned you in the streets has left a space open that needs to be filled, however, and with a well-worded letter from his family to the head of the royal guard, Steve has a chance to show his responsibility and loyalty in keeping the precious princess safe. They're all so happy to see him thrive, aside from those who were gunning for that same position--but they don't know that the man keeping a close eye on the princess's safety is also the one decimating her celibacy on every night shift he has. Twice a week he's tasked with spending an overnight stay outside your room, and twice a week he's lured inside by your moans once everyone's gone to bed, and is met by the sight of the beautiful princess with her fingers playing between her legs as she hums his name. At first it stays that way, with you touching and him watching. But soon enough he can't bear it, can't bear your teasing as you beg to know what he would do if he were allowed to break your chastity--and he answers you with his fingers soaked in spit, avoiding your forbidden fruit in favour of working open that loophole he knows you have. Bedding a virgin princess as her sworn protector would be the fastest trip to the gallows imaginable--but is it really breaking your vow of chastity in a hole that can't be impregnated? Surely not, neither of you think.

Nancy's infiltration is harder, but still possible. You've got a teacher already, the best the kingdom can offer for your education, but you soon wonder if you can convince them of the need for a more creative outlet? Nancy's a poet and a prodigy, surely you could stomp your feet a bit and beg for the most popular storyteller in the city to come and teach you a bit about her craft? You feel it might work and it does with time, eventually you're ending your usual lessons with your professor packing up and leaving, while Nancy shuffles in and sets her materials down on the table in front of you. She has books and essays and journals to show you, diaries of such prolific people and stories with such rich and diverse history--and while she reads them to you with the text open in one hand, her other one fists itself in your hair as you wiggle your sweet tongue inside her cunt. She's surprisingly disciplined about her chosen area of study, enforcing homework and extra reading and even tests if she feels the need, which also means punishments and rewards for jobs done well and ill. A punishment could be a spanking, or a bit of spit in your open mouth, and a reward is usually one of your choosing--and the one you usually choose is to lick her pussy from top to bottom and inside out, while your headmistress teaches the rest of her lesson from whatever book you have lined up. You always give her a good cleaning for your own job well done, anticipating the same when she finishes early and has a bit of time to return the favour. But it's mostly a habit because of the thrill of getting caught, when you know the advisor coming to escort Nancy after the lesson will be approaching the door to the schoolroom--and what better high than to feel her viciously eating you out with her fingers plunged inside you, tongue sloshing through your wet folds before she sucks down on your clit in a desperate attempt to make you cum, while those footsteps get closer and closer down the hall outside?

Eddie is the only one who doesn't need to slither his way into your lodgings, because you come to him. It's such a dangerous route, the most likely way for you to get caught when you're sneaking out of the castle alone, but you don't care. When you get to the tavern in the middle of the night and slip in through the back door, Eddie's always got a drink and a room for you upstairs where you can be alone, with no eyes following your linked pinkies as you follow him up the steps. Eddie's different, he's filthy--he's crude and rough and crass, he spits and cusses and smiles at you with the knowledge that he's corrupting you with his presence alone. You sip that foul mead that has your head feeling dizzy and warm, and he's already fondling you before his bedroom door is closed. The chatter is loud and boisterous but muffled under the floorboards when you're laid out on his bed, and unlike Steve in particular, Eddie doesn't care about preserving your mock virginity. He fucks you, deep and raw like he's making his one time with a princess count, and he always leaves marks he knows you have to hide--including the cum he leaves spilling out of you when he's done. He's sweaty and unwashed and stinks of ale and smoke, he's grimy and slimy and licks your clean skin from your throat to your pussy, marring your tits with his teeth and wetting his lips with your slick when you grab those curls and hold on for dear life against his tongue. Hes disgusting and depraved, he's fucked plenty before and he'll fuck many more times if you ever stop seeing him, but he's yours. You have his heart, he says, and if you deign to break it he'll have to resign to suffering through the rest of life, knowing he lost the one he truly loved. Such romantic words for a lowborn cur without a drop of noble blood inside him.

It's an awful way to live, a pathetic excuse of behavior for such a high-bred woman of the royal family--that's what the court would say, and all the nobles that cycle through the castle doors to greet you, all while smiling those vile thoughts away as they dream of their sons or daughters being in your place. You may be spoiled and beautiful and rich, but you're in love, and the ones that share your love return it tenfold back to you at every chance. They're the very few you share your life with that aren't vying for your attention because of the material things you can give them, rather they want your time so they can spend it talking to you and listening to your woes, uncaring as to how huge your inheritance will be or how powerful they could get if they married into royalty. They're just lovers, through and through, and you'll do anything to make sure that those tender hearts of theirs never have to become fighters for your sake.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #kingdom come au #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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acradelius · 24 days

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hi! could you do a dom, giving moira and sub, receiving fem reader? i love how you write her :) maybe some action in her office/lab with a strap too ? tysm!

"Let's See How Well You Handle This One, Coinín~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Female! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Implied Non-Established/Possibly "Secretive" Relationship, Scientist / Scientist Assistance Relationship, Female x Female Relationship, Female Pronouns For Reader, Dominant! Female x Submissive! Female, "Mean, Punishing"! Moira, Possessive! Moira If You Squint, Strap-on Usage - Giving! Moira/Receiving! Reader, Clit Teasing, Nipple Play, Silicone P in V, Orgasm, Teasing With Cock-warming.

Word Count: 768 Words

Notes: This piece is technically considered to be a sequel part to this piece: "Quite The Punishment, Isn't It?"

If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, for certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!

Those neat stacks of paper of research from the laboratory assistants that had taken quite some time to go through and essentially grade were now a disheveled mess amongst the floor, yet, Moira didn’t necessarily care for that at this moment. Why would Moira need to worry about some feeble papers about research that she was probably already aware about when she has something better presented in front of her? Despite that she was completely flustered, her skin slightly flushed from the situation at hand, that (Y/N) still looked absolutely stunning laying bare naked on Moira’s desk, clothes tossed aside on the floor to be forgotten about for the time being. “You did such a job well done, my dear Coinín~ While I would state that I’m surprised that you made it through the presentation without completely losing yourself to the immense please, you’ve been alongside me for quite some time now, so possibly you’re growing familiar to the punishments that I put you through~”

Moira could essentially state anything that she wants in that moment, but (Y/N)’s too preoccupied with the sight in front of herself despite laying on the desk to actually give a response. Especially since it was finally there for (Y/N) to actually view, for her to actually get to touch and experience with, that special gift that Moira had been hinting at for the last couple of weeks now. A custom made strapon. Being seven inches in length and three inches in width, colored with swirls of a glittering gold and an enigmatic purple from the tip down to the base of the cock. How it’s snuggly strapped onto Moira’s hips to rest against her pelvic, and how it just naturally blends in with Moira’s persona and aesthetic. Even for a moment (Y/N) swears that she could even see the cock throbbing, but it could be the arousal that was overtaking her mind.

There’s a brief moment where she proceeds to close her eyes in a moment of pleasure that courses throughout her body as Moira teasingly brushes the tip of the silicone cock against (Y/N)’s clit, chuckling softly. “Such an easy one to tease, such an easy one to please, aren’t you my dear Coinín?~” Watching as (Y/N)’s thighs twitch, clenching together slightly whenever that brief overwhelming rush washes over her body. Moira’s fingers trailing across (Y/N)’s skin, leaving lingering trails of an arousing fire, stopping amongst the various imperfections upon her skin as moreso a sign of reassurance that Moira loved (Y/N)’s body no matter how it looked. Gentle pinching and pulling at her nipples until they begin to perk and harden. Such a beautiful canvas waiting to be made into something more personal by Moira herself~

“More, please, Moira!~ F-Fuck, feels so good!~” (Y/N) manages to speak the words in between relentless moans and desperate whines, all those noises leaving her due to Moira’s rough, fast paced thrusts. Moira doesn’t mind that her thrusting is causing the desk to scrape against the floor, creating a loud scratching noise to echo throughout the air and scuff up the floor, she’ll get that fixed later. How (Y/N)’s fingers are tightly gripping the sides of the desk so much that they’re turning white, a feeble attempt to keep herself positioned on the desk despite moving quotes often from the force. A shiver courses throughout (Y/N)’s body at the additional sensations of Moira entangling her fingers within (Y/N)’s hair and firmly giving a yank followed by her other hand harshly smacking (Y/N)’s ass, a grin forming on her lips as the handprint, begins to form bright red and slightly irritated.

“Fuck!-” It’s quick to overcome and cause haywire to all of (Y/N)’s senses, the intense orgasm that finally unravels within (Y/N). How her body begins to tremble against Moira’s while her cunt flutters and proceeds to clench and unclench around Moira’s cock. Closing her eyes, (Y/N) lays her head amongst the desk as shaky breaths make way from her lips, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Only Moira knows how to give her pleasure beyond what she could imagine, and therefore, Moira is the only one that (Y/N) strives to be with, especially in moments as intimate as this one. “Such a job well done, (Y/N)~ Giving me excellent results as always~ Now, my dear Coinín, let’s see how long you can last keeping my cock warm while I grade the rest of these papers~”

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #moira overwatch #overwatch moira #moira o'deorain #moira x reader #moira x female reader #x female reader #x female smut #lemon rating #requests?! thank you<3

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years

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For all eternity.

I was terrified of Ursula as a child. I used to think she lived under the stairs in my basement.

Anyways I love Azul Ashengrotto with all my heart <3

(apologies if this post is a bit messy, first time writing with the tumblr app. May edit this later)

Warning(s): fem reader, yandere content, kidnapping

“Heeeey, Azul, we’re baaaack...” One of a pair of twins called into the seemingly empty grotto.

“We saw (Y/N) today.” The other twin mentioned.

“Oh, did you? What a pleasant surprise.” The octopus merman residing within the dark cave responded. “How did she look?”

“Positively beautiful.”

“Y’know, Azul, I have no idea why you’re so interested in her... she’s just some ditzy mermaid, what’s so different about her compared to every other mermaid?”

“Don’t call her that, Floyd.” Azul angrily said. “She isn’t just some ‘ditzy mermaid’, ok?”

“Whatever.” Floyd rolled his eyes. “Anyways, if you’re so into her, why not just tell her already~?”

“We’ve discussed this before. I have a plan.”

“Ah, and speaking of that...” Jade began. “I noticed something today while observing (Y/N). She had a scar on her tail.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Azul asked... or, moreso demanded.

“Yes, (Y/N) had a scar on her tail. Quite a large one, might I add.” Jade explained.

“Oh yeeeeeeah...! Hehe, her love of humans got her pretty hurt, eh Jade~?”

“Yes, it did, Floyd.” Despite sounding somber, Jade had a smile on his face.

Azul was filled with rage at the thought. How DARE somebody do that to you?! Why did they think they had the right to hurt you- why did they think they had the right to touch you?!

“Floyd. Jade. Go find (Y/N).” Azul demanded. “Find her and bring her to me. It seems I will be enacting my plan sooner than I thought.”

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You sat on a rock, crying. If only you weren’t a mermaid... if you were human, he would’ve loved you. If you were human, he wouldn’t have immediately called you a monster.

If only you weren’t a mermaid...

“Well isn’t this just sad~?”

“Indeed it is.”

“W-who’s there?!” You yelled out. Two eel mermen revealed themselves, both smiling creepily...

“There’s no need to be so hostile.”

“Yeah! We just wanna help you~!”

“Help me...? How can you help me...?”

“Oh no, not us. But we know someone who can.”

“Azul Ashengrotto~”

...you’d heard that name before. There were rumours of an octopus merman who went by that name. They say he could grant any wish you have... for a price.

“No, no... I-I can’t possibly...” You began to think of all the ways this could go wrong.

“No? Well it is what it is, I suppose.”

“It was just a suggestion...”

As the eel mermen slowly swam away from you, you began considering things. Yes, things could obviously go wrong, but... if he can grant any wish you have, then...

“Wait-!” You yelled out. The twins immediately stopped and turned back to look at you, an unsettling toothy grin on both their faces. “On second thought... please take me to him!”

“It would be our pleasure.”

They grabbed your hands and led you along.

When the three of you happened upon a cave, the two let go of you.

“Hey Azuuuuuul~! You have a visitor!” One of them said, pushing you inside the cave.

“Ah, greetings, (Y/N). I’ve been waiting for you.” A voice from deep within the cave called out to you.

You continued deeper into the cave, until-

You saw him. Azul. The octopus merman who granted wishes, not unlike the Sea Witch herself.

“I... I-I’m here for-” Before you could finish your sentence, a tentacle pressed itself against your lips, shushing you.

“Oh, I know what you’re here for.” Azul told you. “Poor, unfortunate souls such as yourself always come to me for one reason.” He placed a hand on his chest. “You need my help.”

“I do...” You admitted. “I... I want you to make me human!”

“...excuse me? You want to become human? You... don’t want to get back at those who hurt you?”

“If I was a human, then he’d love me... I’m sure of it.” You explained. “So all I want from you is to turn me into a human!”

“Well, Angelfish, that’s a bit of a tall ask...” Azul paused for a moment. “But just for you, I can find a way to make it happen!”

“Y-you can?!”

“Why of course! Though... I will need adequate payment.” He explained. “You can’t get something for nothing, you know!”

“Oh, but I don’t have any m-”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head off, (Y/N)! I’m not asking for money.” Azul got very close to you... a bit too close. He placed a hand on your chin. “I want your voice.”

“My voice...?”

“So, (Y/N), this is the deal.” Azul backed away from you, a magical golden contract scroll appearing above his hand. “I will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days. In that time, you are to get that human you like so much to fall in love with you, all without your voice, understand? If you can do that, then you’ll remain human permanently. But if not, well... you’ll turn back into a mermaid. And you will belong to me.”

“Can I really do that without talking to him...?”

“Why of course you can! I believe in you, (Y/N)!”

The part of the contract that stood out the most to you was the ominous “For all eternity.” at the bottom. Azul handed you a pen made of the skeleton of a small fish.

"Have we got a deal, (Y/N)~?"

Your eyes scanned the golden contract as Azul began preparing your potion, showing he fully expected you to agree to his deal. He hummed a tune to himself as he did.

You grabbed the fish pen tightly. All of your dreams can come true if only you sign the scroll...

Without hesitating any further, you wrote your name on the dotted line.

"You signed? Perfect! Then, It's a Deal!"

It felt so strange when the deal was completed. It felt like your voice was literally sucked out from your throat. And suddenly, you no longer had a tail. Instead, where it once was, there were a pair of legs.

And soon after that, you could no longer breathe the water.

"Jade, Floyd, bring her to the surface. We wouldn't want her drowning before she can attempt to finish the deal now, would we~?"

"Of course." "Will do~!"

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The days are not unlike crashing waves. They come and go in a second; before you know it they're gone. An unfortunate truth for someone on a time limit.

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Two days came and went. You had made no progress with the human you loved... there's no way you can complete your end of the bargain!

These past two days, you've noticed that the sea tends to calm you down when you're panicking. Makes sense, seeing as you were born there. So you were looking out at the sea, watching the sunset... watching the time draw ever nearer. As you panicked, you failed to notice someone walk up you you. A human man with silver hair and glasses...

"Excuse me, are you alright?" He asked. You shook your head no, starting to tear up. "Well, what's wrong?"

You tried talking, but no matter how loud you tried to scream, nothing came out.

"Oh, can you not speak? My apologies." He sat down beside you. "My name's Vance. I can accompany you, if you'd like." You nodded, and wiped your tears. "I've seen you around here recently. By the looks of things, you like that fisherman, yes? Unfortunately, he's already married."

He's married? That human you entered this contract for is married?

All of this has been for nothing.

"Huh? What's wrong, Angelfish?" Vance asked you. "There's no need to cry! Sure, you may not get to have that guy, but... you could always have me."

Vance gave you a tight hug... but something didn't seem quite right. "Angelfish"... hasn't someone called you that before...?

That was when you realized. You pushed him away from you, standing up and stumbling slightly backwards.

"Oh. So you noticed, did you?" He asked. "Well, it's a good thing we're near the sea, (Y/N)... your time is up!"

You watched as 'Vance' transformed into exactly who you thought he was.

Azul grabbed you, with his arms and tentacles, and pulled you into the water with him. You were worried you'd drown, but found yourself being able to breathe in the water, leading you to a horrible realization: your time really had run out.

"You and I will have a wonderful life together, (Y/N)." Your face was pressed tightly against Azul's chest, and with his multiple limbs holding you, there was no way you could get out of this hug. "We will love each other for all eternity... just as I had wanted."

#azul ashengrotto #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere azul #by the way...#azul calling himself vance when he's pretending to be human #is a reference to how ursula called herself vanessa #thought that'd be a fun little reference

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ: Part 5 ‘Long Long Time’

A/N: holy fuck. Can you see my tears through the screen? This chapter was so difficult to write. It’s so fucking beautiful and it hurts. My god does it hurt. Hope you all have the tissues and wine ready, you’re gonna need it ☻

Summary: Joel and Tess leave the Boston QZ and go to Bill and Franks to retrieve the medicine for you. Joel is determined to hold his promise to you true and return in 3 days time. Will he keep that promise? Or will logic of the situation at hand and his conflicted feelings for Tess, get in the way?

~word count : 5k~ (longest chapter yet, babes!)

Warnings: age gap (m/c is 28) angst, love triangle, mentions of death, mentions of child loss, swearing, unrequited love, conflicted feelings, betrayal, implied smut, feelings of guilt (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“Long Long Time” by Linda Ronstadt

“tolerate it” by Taylor Swift

“Roslyn” by Bon Iver & St Vincent

“my tears ricochet” by Taylor Swift

“It’ll All Work Out” by Phoebe Bridgers

“Lover, Please Stay” by Nothing But Thieves

“illicit affairs” by Taylor Swift

“Fine Line” by Harry Styles

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October 2020: 10 miles outside the Boston QZ

Joel was never one to admit that he was good at communicating his feelings. Even before the world as he knew it, ended. He struggled. Sarah was always there to help him along the way, always encouraging him, and he never thanked her enough for it. Joel however, was good at picking up on a person’s body language. He could figure you out with just one look. If you were deemed a good person, he’d know. If you were nervous, he’d know. He had no issues picking up on human emotions and moreso, with those closest to him.

So when Tess had barely exchanged more than a few words with him as they made the trek out of the Boston QZ, he knew she was upset. When she refused to take his offered hand over a pile of rubble, he knew she was fucking livid with him. As they moved through the barren city, he took a mental note that there were more infected crawling through each year. He recounted the safest routes, and the unsafe ones. Joel was extremely observant when it came to the possibility of life, or death. Tess was always a good talker, Joel had come to find this out quickly when they had first met. She was fierce, determined and loyal to a fault. When it came to interrogating someone, Joel always let her take the reins. While he would be in the back of the room, leaned against the door, arms crossed casually, and his teeth grinding. His eyes would be locked on whatever fucker crossed them this time, waiting for his moment to come. Tess was the brains, and Joel? Joel was the guns. Their partnership flowed flawlessly, till you came along.

The truth was, Tess probably wouldn’t have hated you as much as she did if you hadn’t thrown a knife at her man’s face three years ago. She remembers the rage she felt towards you like it had happened just yesterday. She’d be lying to herself if she hadn’t wished that you had been infected, just so she could kill you herself. Tess believed that you two probably could have been friends if things had gone differently. If you had stayed at an arm's length, instead of living in her home? Sure, you could be friends. Tess knew that you were useful. That was one thing she would willingly admit but ever since you stepped into Joel’s life, she felt him slipping away from her, day by day. Feelings were dangerous, especially in a world where you had no clue if you would wake to see the sunrise again. Tess never asked Joel to reciprocate her feelings for him. It was an unspoken rule between them. She knew he did care for her from his acts of service, it was his love language. She had figured it out the first time he had taken care of her when she was wounded, nearly a decade ago. It made her feel special but now that he had given you the same treatment, those feelings dissipated.

She had walked far ahead of him as they had made it out of the fallen city, unscathed. She wanted him to know that she was upset with him. That this was not worth risking her life. She wasn’t doing this for you, she was doing this for him. Her loyalty was to a fault, even when she knew he was wrong.

Joel had to take long strides to keep up with her, muttering about his back as the sun beat down on them. It may be October but it was unseasonably mild for this time of the year. Finally, he spoke. Raising his voice an octave so she could hear him.

“Can you slow it down for a minute? Tess?”

She slowed her pace then, coming to a stop before she turned towards him, hands on her hips. She was annoyed.

“I thought it was absolutely crucial to you that we get to Bill and Frank’s before nightfall.”

She watched as Joel had finally caught up to her, one hand on his lower back as he straightened his posture, letting out a low huff. “Yeah.” he spoke. “That’s what I said, and we’ll still make it there no problem. But there ain’t no reason for us to be using up all our energy on walkin this fuckin fast.”

She nodded then, her lips curving up into a small grin as she shook her head at him. “Oh, alright. Well considering it’s really not all that important after all, why don’t we catch our breath? Enjoy the absolutely fuckin breathaking scenery.” She deadpanned.

He chuckled then. Using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked around at the vast amount of trees surrounding them. “Y’know what? You’re absolutely right. Let's stop here for a while and I'll get us some cold ones. Doesn’t that sound nice? Give me a fuckin break, Tess.” He walked ahead of her then, shoulder checking her as he passed.

“Look at you old man. Real jokester now, huh?” She walked after him then, giving his back a good shove because fuck him for getting annoyed with her. He had no right.

Joel spun around then, kicking up a cloud of dirt from how quickly he had turned to face her. His eyes were narrowed and the veins on the side of his neck were bulging out. “You really want to start this right here, right now? You gotta be fuckin kidding me.”

“We shouldn’t even be out here right now Joel. This is fucking stupid and you know it. She has a fever, for fuck sakes! She’s not dying and there are far more important things that we could be doing right now. I swear to god if we end up dying to get this fuckin medicine, I will haunt you for the rest of your dying days.” She threw her hands up in the air exasperated.

“Then why the hell did you agree to come with Tess? Hmm? You think this is so stupid? Fine, go back home then. I can handle this shit on my own. No problem.” He spoke sternly. She could hear the hint of disappointment in his tone.

“I agreed to come with you because we’re a team, Joel.”

“Yeah? Are we really a team Tess? Cause lately all you’ve been ‘fuckin wantin to do is argue. Getting this medicine for Gwen is important to me so like I just said, you don’t wanna be here? Then leave.” He looked her in the eyes momentarily before he turned on his heel and continued down the trail, his shoulders tense and his knuckles clenching at his sides.

His words stung, cutting into her like knives and she stood there for a moment, hesitating. A part of her wanted to turn around and go back home. Except, the Boston QZ was never her home. Not really and especially not with you in it. She half expected her partner to turn around, to make sure that she was still behind him. Her hope was diminished as he continued walking. Tess was beginning to realize in that moment that Joel was no longer entirely hers. The shimmering mirage of their once flawless partnership was fading fast; faster than she could keep up with.

Joel was pissed, furious even. His feelings were conflicted. Tess had been his partner in crime forever and he had grown to care for her. How could he not? He had seen her through her highs, and her lows. He had taken care of her when she was injured and she had done the same for him. With you now in the picture, things had become muddled for him. He couldn’t quite grasp what he felt for you. You were attractive, there was no doubt there but why the hell was he going out of his way for you like this? Risking his life? Why did he care so much? Deep down, Joel knew the answer, but he was too ashamed to admit it.

Joel knew he had to be the bigger man. His nature was to be stubborn, hard headed. It’s my way or the highway. Hit the road Jack, fuck you mentality. Being the bigger man was never easy. In order to appease Tess, he was going to have to go against his nature.

When he could no longer hear her footsteps behind him, he stopped in the middle of the dirt trail. Digging the heel of his worn boots into the dusty earth, physically having to ground himself from continuing forward without her. Swallowing his pride, he slowly turned around and walked back towards her. Each step he took felt heavier and heavier. Once she was close enough where she could hear him, he stopped. Turning his head to the side slightly, his jaw clenched before he finally looked at his partner.

“Alright. I’m only gonna say this once so please, just listen to me Tess.”

He watched her slowly come to a halt in front of him, arms crossed over her chest and she gave a slight nod, indicating that he was allowed to continue.

“Now I know how you feel about Gwen. Hell, I know that last night you were probably prayin for that device to turn red, right? Just so you could shoot her yourself.”

“You’re right, I was.” She spoke with zero hesitation.

He gave her a slight look then, a disapproving one.

“Yeah, that part is pretty fuckin clear to me. What I’m tryin to say is that you’re right. Goin out here to get her some medicine is fuckin stupid. She ain’t gonna die. It’s just a little fever, right?”

“What are you fuckin tryin to get at here Joel? If you’re just gonna throw it back in my face, don’t waste your fucking breath.” She spoke, already turning her body away from him to walk away.

Joel had reached out and grabbed her arm firmly, pulling her back around to face him.

“Don’t you fuckin turn your back on me when I’m talkin to you Tess. Don’t you dare.”

She narrowed her eyes at him then before glancing down at his fingers wrapped around her arm, his touch burned. She hated how he had this effect on her.

“I agree that it’s fuckin stupid but I made a promise back there. I promised her that we would get her the medicine, and be back in three days time. I intend to keep that fuckin promise with, or without you.”

His grip softened slightly, their chests were close enough to touch and every fiber in his being was screaming at him for allowing them to be exposed out in the open like this. Their breaths were mixing together, he had sweat dripping down his brow from the sun beating down on them and his chapped lips were slightly parted. Even in this condition, he looked kissable. He always looked kissable.

“Please, Tess. I don’t wanna fight with you anymore.” His tone was soft, whispering to her like the soft breeze through the tri-colored leaves dangling from the branches above.

Tess could feel her walls crumbling from his every word. Her mind was screaming at her to not fall for the trap he had set. He was playing her like a violin, a perfect melody, only for her ears. Her heart sang for him, their lives could end at any moment and it wouldn’t have mattered because at least now she knew that Joel Miller still felt for her.

“Fine.” She finally spoke. Her free hand had been gently placed on his chest, pushing him back a few steps because the close proximity was killing her, depleting the oxygen in her lungs and shrouding her sense of self control.

“We’re wasting precious daylight just standing here. Let’s move.” She refused to meet his eyes as she pulled her arm from his grip, and walked past him once more.

Joel stood there for a moment as she walked ahead of him. Grinding his teeth together before he took a deep breath. He hoped that this would be the last argument they would have over you. He was naive to believe that this would be the last time, not when you were unknowingly driving a wedge between him and Tess. He couldn’t blame you, not really. You hadn’t done anything wrong. Other than the fact that somehow you had chipped away through rough terrain enclosing his heart. You had chipped away the rubble, piece by piece and Joel knew then that he felt for you.

After stopping at the abandoned gas station where the pair had stashed ammo from their frequent trips out of the QZ, they had a 5 mile hike ahead of them before they would reach Bill and Frank's oasis. Their walk was silent, both parties were deep in their thoughts. The tension could be cut through with a knife. Joel hated every second of this hike. The only comfort he could find was from the gentle breeze through the trees and the occasion song of a nearby cardinal.

He walked behind his partner, his gaze burning holes into the back of her head. She could feel it. Tess had come to a slow stop up ahead. Joel knew why. He remembered the first time they had come out here. Finding the skeletal remnants of people. Healthy, innocent, people. Tess had collapsed into his arms that day, her sobs sinking into the sweat soaked fabric of his shirt. He remembers the way his hands held her body close to his, his fingers splayed across her lower back. He felt his own tears begin to well in his eyes. He had past visions of Sarah. The sound of his pleas for the soldier to not shoot. The bullets whizzing, her fallen body in the dried grass. “You’re okay. Please, you’re okay. Move your hand, baby.” He remembers the fear in his baby girl’s eyes. Her blood soaked shirt. her blank, lifeless stare. Her body going cold in his grasp as he clutched her to his chest, sobbing.

Joel came beside her then, looking down at the remains. These people were not infected. They were innocent and healthy. Just like his baby girl and the government didn’t care. They were just as merciless as the cordyceps. He lightly brushed his fingers against her arm, catching her attention as she leaned into his embrace. They stood over the makeshift grave, unspoken. The moment ended when Tess could no longer feel his warmth. He had walked away.

They continued on. Approaching the abandoned town shortly after, that now only inhabited Bill and Frank. You remember the first time you met Bill and Frank. Bill didn’t like you, naturally. He didn’t like anyone you came to find out. Except Frank, he adored Frank. Frank had adored you. Called you his little bird. You both shared passions for the simple things in life. A good book, wine and art. All kinds of art. While you and Frank would be puttering around the house showing you his new paintings, Joel, Tess and Bill would be talking business. Joel remembered the first time he saw your true smile, when he heard your infectious laugh. This little piece of normalcy, hidden away from the cruel truths of the outside world made you so fucking happy. Joel saw the way your eyes lit up and god, did it twist his heart.

It felt wrong to him that moment that you weren’t there with them. He imagined your misery back in the quiet apartment with your lucid fever. Pushing his emotions aside, Joel and Tess stopped at the chain link fence before he pressed down on the buttons, typing in the code he knew by heart now. The gate opened seconds later as they walked through. Listening to the gate close behind them with a light clink.

Bill and Frank were not expecting any guests today. You, Joel and Tess were their only “friends” and normally, Joel would give Bill a heads up through the radio system but this time he hadn’t. Bill wasn’t phased when Joel and Tess popped up on the monitor screen while he sat in his doomsday bunker. He muttered under his breath then, something along the lines of, “these fuckers really couldn’t give me a heads up?” “Fuckin Joel.” He continued, slowly rising from his chair and headed up the ladder, pushing the latch up before his head appeared from the bunkers opening.

“Frank!” He yelled. No answer. With a huff, he pulled himself out of the bunker and latched the door shut.

“Frank!” He yelled again, frustratingly this time.

“Yes?” His lover’s voice answered him from the sun room, which was now his own art studio.

“We got company.” He could hear Frank's excited footsteps padding towards him then. It had been awhile now since they had seen their friends.

“Our little Bird?” He asked hopefully.

Bill shook his head then. “Just Joel and Tess this time. Woulda appreciated the heads up.”

Frank’s face fell slightly when his lover confirmed that you weren’t with them this time. He hoped that you were okay and that nothing had happened. He was quite fond of you.

“Now, where would the fun be in that?” He mused. Leaning down and grabbing his lover's face gently, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before he pulled away, heading towards the front door.

Bill was already walking towards the kitchen. He was annoyed but he took pride in being a good host. He loved to cook. Just as much as he loved a good bottle of wine, specifically a bottle of ‘Louis Jadot Beaujolais-Villages.’ It paired nicely with roast rabbit and sautéed root vegetables. Just the right amount of sweetness to spice; notes of strawberries and black cherries. Light on the palate.

While Bill was tending to the meal, Frank was outside, greeting the unexpected arrival of their friends. He knew Joel wasn’t a hugger by any means but Tess was always open to one. He embraced her, giving her a light squeeze. Joel had given him a slight head nod, hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. Small talk was shared as Frank brought them over to the outdoor dining set up, pulling the chairs back for them like a good host. He went inside momentarily, grabbing the wine and plates and shortly after, Bill had come outside with their meal.

Once the plates were set, the wine was poured, the conversation ensued. Bill was the first to speak as he cut a small chunk of the perfect roasted rabbit on his plate.

“So to what do we owe the pleasure? Would it also kill ya to use the damn radio Joel? That’s what it’s there for. Y’know, to communicate.”

Joel had taken a sip of his wine, letting it seep into his taste buds. It was far more satisfying than his hooch at home.

“Sorry ‘bout that. I had meant to give you that heads up but we were in a rush. Didn’t have the time.”

Bill raised his brow then as he stared at the broader man across the table and as he was about to speak, his lover cut him off.

“Where’s our little bird?” Frank asked, a sense of caution in his tone. If something had happened to you, he would be devastated.

Joel paused then, looking at Tess for a moment before he sighed, leaning back against the chair slightly as he spoke.

“She’s sick.”

Bill was already pulling his gun from his holster, pointing it at Joel. He didn’t hesitate.

Joel didn’t even flinch. Bill had pulled a gun on him the first time they met so there was no room for him to be surprised and he couldn’t really blame him. He would have done the same thing if he were in Bill’s shoes.

“Easy now. Don’t point that gun in my face. She ain’t infected and neither are we. She has a fever, a bad one. Chance she might not make it. We came out here ‘cause she needs medicine. There’s nothing in the QZ, and the hospitals outside the city have been picked over.”

Bill, seeing that there was no immediate threat, grabbed his gun and tucked it back in the holster.

“You really didn’t have a fuckin chance to say that over the radio?”

“Nope. Didn’t want to risk someone hearin and we had to move quick.”

Frank was already getting up from his seat, his body turned in the direction of the house to go and get the medicine and some herbal teas for you. Bill had reached out and grabbed his arm firmly then. “Hang on there just a minute, Frank.”

“She’s sick. They need the medicine and I'm going to go get it.”

Bill let out a deep sigh then, releasing his lover’s arm then before he faced forward.

“Well, I'm sorry that she’s sick. Hope she makes it through.”

Joel could only nod then as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a carton of bullet cartridges and a packet of strawberry seeds, sliding it across the table.

“Sorry it’s not more. Fedra has been ‘crackin down hard lately and we don’t have the particular taste to end up in lock up. Can’t really afford that right now.”

Bill nodded, grabbing the bullet cartridges and the packet of strawberry seeds.

“Don’t sweat it, Joel. I know how those fucks can be. We’d be all better off if they would just fuck off and eat a bag of dicks.”

Joel couldn’t help but grin a little then and he imagined you would have found Bill’s comment to be humorous. Maybe you would even giggle. Joel swore that he could hear your sweet laugh now, it was haunting him.

“Thank you. You know how much I appreciate it.”

“Like I said, don’t sweat it.”

The three returned to their meal, savoring each bite. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional clinking of cutlery on china.

Frank had returned with a small burlap sack, tied with twine. Inside was the medicine you would need. Aspirin, cough drops and herbal teas. He had also included a small portrait of you on a homemade canvas. The canvas edges were rough and bumpy, but your face was distinguishable and life-like. He walked over to Joel then, placing the sack down in front of him.

Joel gave the other man a slight nod then, grabbing the small sack and slipped it into his coat pocket.

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The sun was beginning to set and there was a slight chill in the air. Joel and Tess were kind enough to help the couple clean up after their meal, Tess helping with the dishes in the kitchen while Joel was out front with Bill, checking to make sure there were no weaknesses in the perimeter fence. He was on edge as it grew darker, all he could think about now was getting back to you.

Bill seemed to have been reading his thoughts then.

“You’re not seriously thinkin of turning this into a suicide mission, are you? We had raiders last month man. Had to reinforce the fence. You don’t wanna be out there when it's pitch black out Joel. Trust me.”

Joel rolled his shoulders back then, he knew it was completely illogical for them to travel back to the QZ overnight. It was dangerous and there was no doubt in his mind that it could turn into a suicide mission in a flash.

“We don’t have much of a choice. You don’t understand, Bill. She could die from this. Common illnesses can still be unforgiving, especially now.”

Bill chuckled then. Shaking his head cause he knew Joel had it bad for you. It was obvious considering the lengths he was going for you. Risking his life like this. It was completely irrational.

“Well, good luck with convincing Tess that you’re leaving tonight.” He gave him a small salute then and headed inside.

Joel felt his shoulders slump inwards then, watching as Bill walked away and he knew he was going to have to fight tooth and nail with Tess, again.

“Yeah. Thanks for that. G’nna need all the fuckin luck I can get.” He gruffly spoke to himself.

The sun had completely dipped on the horizon, darkening the sky as the million of stars above were beginning to peek through the black cloak.

Joel had headed into the house then, lightly closing the door behind him and he could hear Linda Ronstadt’s ‘Long Long Time’ crackling through the old record player in the living room and Tess and Frank’s warm chatter flowing through the kitchen. The worn wood creaked under the heavy footsteps of his boots. He paused outside the opening of the kitchen, leaned against the cabinets, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Tess, we gotta head out. It’s gettin dark.”

Tess slowly turned her head then, her face falling ever so slightly at her partner's request and she set down the towel she had been using to dry the dishes. Frank gave her a sympathetic look and grabbed his half filled glass of wine and left the kitchen quietly.

“You’re honestly out of your goddamn mind if you think we’re gonna travel tonight and make it out alive Joel.”

“You knew this was coming Tess. We ate, we got the medicine, and now we have to leave.”

She ran her fingers through her hair then. Smoothing her ponytail down slightly to ground herself.

“Joel. We’re not gonna make it 5 miles out there without the daylight and you fuckin know it.”

He scoffed then. Chewing on his lower lip hard because while he was being stubborn and irrational, he knew Tess was right. They wouldn’t make it very far out there like this.

“I don’t care. We can make camp at the midpoint and I'll stay on watch the whole night.”

Tess took a few steps towards him then, finding herself standing between his legs, smoothing her hands up his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch.

“Joel, we’re staying here. We’re spending the night. We’re gonna shower and have a decent fucking nights sleep and then we’ll leave in the morning.”

He breathed through his nose then, turning his head to the side slightly with his jaw clenched and his hands balled in fists at his sides.

“Fine. You can stay here and have all that Tess. I’m leaving.” He spoke with a sense of finality in his tone.

She had grabbed his jaw then with her fingers, forcing him to look at her then. Her other hand was wrapped around the collar of his shirt, fingers threading through the worn material.

“Joel. I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted and we’re safe here. We will leave first thing in the morning, I promise.”

Joel allowed her to turn his head to face her. He didn’t have it in him to argue anymore. He was exhausted and a shower and warm bed sounded fucking delightful. He felt guilty in those moments because he felt like he was betraying you and breaking the promise he made.

His fists slowly unclenched as he brought his hands around her waist, playing with the thin material of her shirt. He looked into her eyes and gave her a short nod of his head. He had made his decision then.

“Fine. we’ll shower, spend the night and leave first thing in the morning.”

Tess had loosened her grip on his jaw then. Letting her fingers gently brush across the coarse hair of his beard.

“Good. You could really use a shower. Could smell you a mile away.”

He felt his lips quirk up slightly from her playful remark but his heart hurt, and the guilt swirled around his gut like crashing waves on the rocky shoreline.

He helped his partner finish with the dishes then as if this was a normal routine for them. As if for a moment this was their simple, domestic life together. They bid their goodnights to the couple before heading to the guest room.

Joel allowed her to strip him of his clothing while the steam from the shower enveloped them in a comforting warmth. Coating their skin and the mirror behind them. He allowed her to scrub away the dirt and grime from his body under the scalding stream. His eyes were closed as the water beat down on him. He shouldn’t enjoy these simple pleasures. Not when he knew you were in pure misery, miles and miles away. He allowed himself to open his eyes, dip his head down before capturing her lips between his. Kissing her languidly with his hand gingerly cupping her face as he backed her into the shower wall. He allowed himself to bury himself in her, drinking in her whimpers as he jutted his hips into hers over, and over again. Your image was plastered into his brain with each sharp thrust. He could see the disappointment painted on your beautiful face, your tears soaking your soft skin, leaving salty streaks in their wake.

He finished with his face buried in her shoulder, biting down on her soft skin, panting out her name, above a whisper. His heart was screaming yours. He allowed himself to share one final kiss before he pulled away, turning the handle to the side and listening to the water still and lightly drip. He grabbed a towel for himself, wrapping it around his hips and grabbed the other for her. Gently wrapping her in its warmth.

That night while his body was tangled with his partner, holding her close to his chest, enveloped under the warmth and comfort of fresh sheets. He thought about you and the guilt of his betrayal. His sins against you. He broke his promise and he was going to have to live with it.

In your misery, you cried yourself to sleep that night. Clutching the blanket through trembling fingers. The worn pillow beneath your head soaked in your tears. Your last thought before sleep overcame your senses was Joel, and his promise of return. You held onto his promise like an oath.

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