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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father."

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do."

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri.

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room.

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?"

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan.

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them.

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!"

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-"

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!"

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason.

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!"

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!"

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job.

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave.

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot.

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen.

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you."

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose.

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn."

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled.

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

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neonponders · 3 years

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*sigh* ..... Nobody’s surprised here lol I require very little enabling.

Here’s part 1 of this lil mafia_au ✨ @lovebillyhargrove 💗

This got out of hand quickly orz but I’ll hold onto this for a later time 🔥

And to answer your question.....yes, I do write smut 😘

Billy made Steve cum four times.

Four.

He couldn’t believe it. Once, standing up in his towel with Billy massaging his groin, and twice more while he opened him up. Steve knew he was pent up, but...this was something else.

Billy yanked the towel to fall to the floor and walked him backward into the bedroom, shedding Steve of his t-shirt. Then he spread Steve wide and licked inside his ass. Steve couldn’t really say if the next orgasm was normal, dry, or just a pleasurable spike from being overwhelmed from Billy’s fingers tickling deeper than he thought possible.

Some lingering brain cell chirped at him and he carefully turned over to start crawling over the bed toward the side drawer. He managed to get his fingertips on the brass handle before Billy laid on top of him, flush with his pants open. Steve’s cock kicked to full eagerness at the sensation of Billy behind him, soft skin and strong muscle.

His arm followed up Steve’s to the drawer, where he withdrew the lube. Steve flushed from embarrassment that he gasped against Billy saying into his hair, “I’ll take care of you.”

Steve could only manage, “Condoms?”

“I’m clean. You?”

Steve blinked, lust making his head heavy until he released his weight onto the mattress. “I think so. I haven’t checked.”

The sound of the bottle cap behind and above him. “We’ll get you checked if you want, baby. Lift your ass for me.”

He sluggishly moved his elbows underneath him to do so, but then his voice escaped with his surprise at Billy hefting his pelvis up. “Breathe for me. Let me hear you.”

Steve let his torso recline like a ramp up to where Billy began to push inside. As much as the stretch made Steve’s jaw intermittently go slack and clench, the little, repeated pushes against his prostate made him see stars. The way Billy pulled him back and pushed inside him with a steadily increasing pace...Steve had never just let go before. Was usually entirely devoted to making sure his partner got everything they wanted and needed.

Billy used him and it felt great. To reach behind him for Billy’s hip when he arrived at the pace that ramped up Steve’s panted whines. The soft moan Billy made when Steve pushed against him with stuttering pulses, so close, so so

Steve’s nails bit into Billy’s hip, silently begging him to stay put as he bucked against him, the two at a clumsy impasse as Billy tried to fuck him through it and Steve’s short thrusts negated his efforts but made wet slaps fill the small room.

“Hahh!” Steve exclaimed when Billy’s arm came around his front and he moved them further up the bed. His other hand pressed into the mattress beside Steve’s head. He loosely held onto Billy’s wrist as the man took his pleasure from Steve. The way he just handled Steve into position...

“What?” he grunted breathily above him when Steve laughed. Something twirled in Steve’s belly at how mutually wrecked he sounded.

“Nothing. I just like this.”

Billy came with two more stuttering thrusts that pushed his hips tightly against Steve’s ass. He didn’t know what to expect afterwards, and he was too fucked out and tired to care much. But Billy landed beside him and rolled Steve over to spoon his backside and feel that silk shirt against his skin.

Maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour later, Steve felt Billy easing his thigh up to slot himself inside again. The angle shoved a gasp right out of him, but where before had been fast, Billy took his time now. Relishing each shiver that his nose and mouth caused behind Steve’s ear and on the side of his neck. The moan he got when he slid his hand down the inside of Steve’s thigh, easing it over his own leg to open Steve up further.

When his hand finally closed around Steve’s erection, Steve’s hand overlapped it, guiding him to what he needed. Billy came first this time, but he stayed inside and pumped Steve to his finish.

His last remotely cognizant thought went into noticing how Billy lifted his covers over their bodies as he slipped into slumber.

He shouldn’t have been able to wake up from the little shuffles and belt tinkering after the sun had risen, but Steve opened his eyes to see Billy adjusting his clothes in his closet door mirror.

“Do a turn.”

Billy perked up and looked back at him. He smiled like he’d been caught at something. “What?”

Steve gazed at him as much as he could from where his face was smushed against the pillow. He twirled a finger in the air. “Do a turn.”

Billy laughed softly, and...that was nice. He looked sweet when he smiled. It made a weight land in Steve’s belly, but a pleasant weight. It was even nicer how he held his arms out and rotated for Steve to see all of him. The silk shirt that was a dark, dark green; made the pink of his cheeks and lips pop. The black slacks around thick thighs...Steve wouldn’t mind having those wrapped around him.

“Gorgeous.”

Billy grinned through another laugh and let his arms fall back to his sides. He approached the bed and Steve’s eyes closed against the hand combing through his hairline. “What’s your shift today?”

“Closing,” he exhaled, his voice light with sleep.

He cooed a sound when Billy kissed his temple. “I’ll see you later.”

He hummed two more sounds like, Oh-kay.

Steve didn��t go to work.

His alarm when off, he stood up, and then fell back into bed while reaching for his phone to call his manager and use one of his sick days. Considering the tip he got last night, he could certainly afford a day off.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised, come dinner time, that a knock came at the door. Steve hauled his whole comforter with him to the door, where Billy immediately looked him over and stepped inside. “I went to the restaurant to see you. What’s wrong?”

Steve chuckled a little through, “Nothing’s wrong. I just called in sick.”

Billy lifted his gaze from the plush turtle shell around him. “You were fine this morn - ”

“I’m sore, Billy,” he droned and began to shuffle his way back to his room, perfectly content with the blunt look of surprise on the man’s face. For good measure, he sassed, “Coulda left me an ice pack.”

He head Billy shut the door for him and then the same rustle and twinkle he’d heard this morning, only in reverse as he undressed. He put his clothes on the couch until he wore just his briefs and tank top. Steve’s eyes followed him from the bed, because even those were a look. The man couldn’t do anything without a couple hundred dollars on his body.

He brought an ibuprofen and a tall glass of water to the bed. Steve had already taken one, but it had been some hours ago.

“Have you eaten?”

He nodded while gulping water. “Lunch.”

He left the bedroom again and Steve heard him talking on the phone about what sounded like Chinese food. He only paused to lean in and ask, “Steve?”

His bedhead lifted up, just eyes, nose, and hair above his mound of comforter. Billy laughed, “What sides do you want?”

“Crab rangoons,” he returned easily.

When he finished, Billy climbed into bed with, “Come here,” and Steve eased his way onto his chest. He lent some of the comforter over Billy’s legs.

It was nice. Really nice.

By the time the food got there, Steve could sit properly again and Billy respected Steve’s choice in watching Netflix anime on the laptop on the end of the bed.

It was nice. All of it went incredibly well considering Steve didn’t know Billy’s last name. And frankly, he didn’t feel confident enough to ask. Even if Billy filled up every spare minute he had with holding Steve’s body against his chest, pushing Steve’s hair behind his ear, kissing him until Steve didn’t know his own name - even if it was just for a glorious weekend

He was fine with it. Because Steve wanted to be wanted. And Billy unashamedly desired him.

Steve did manage to ask him if the phone number included with his tip was Billy’s. He took the small slip of paper from Steve and wondered, “Who did you think it was from?”

“I didn’t handle your tab,” Steve defended while their legs were tangle together and the room still smelled of sweet and sour sauce. “I didn’t handle anyone’s, and there were like, fifteen people in your party.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Do you often get numbers tucked in the receipt folder?”

“No,” Steve scoffed while rubbing behind his ear. “I did get a tiny baggie of cocaine once.”

“Someone thought tipping the waiter with blow would be fine? Wow. Did you try it?”

“It could’ve been powdered sugar, for all I knew. I didn’t keep it. I’ll stick to downers like classic THC.”

Billy smiled and Billy laughed. Sometimes he just touched Steve like he was curious, or...checking like he was really there. A finger under his chin. A nose turning into his hair and deeply inhaling. Sometimes he touched Steve’s leg so he looked at him, but when Steve asked what he wanted to say or ask, Billy just shook his head. Like he just wanted Steve’s eyes and attention on him.

Steve really should’ve expected the gifts.

First came the flatscreen television. The men who installed it were generous enough to provide the HDMI cable to connect his laptop to it.

Then came a new internet router.

And Billy started picking Steve up to take him to work. The first time was sweet and a pleasant surprise. Billy drove a luxurious car that looked demure on the outside but boasted upholstery that smelled expensive and the entire dash glowed with neon, indigo lining. He reeled Steve over the center console to kiss him before his shift.

“You’re dating either a criminal, or an heir to something,” Robin declared when Steve met up with her on his day off. Her words were tight due to the sheet mask on both of their faces. Steve folded his up so he could slurp on a Sprite can.

“I haven’t seen any security force, though? Shouldn’t a guy like that have a bouncer with him or a portable secretary everywhere he goes?”

Robin scoffed, “A portable - you mean a personal assistant? I don’t know, probably. Just because you haven’t seen one doesn’t mean he hasn’t got one or six. Make sure he knows I don’t get wet for dinguses.”

“You know, I never needed that,” he grimaced.

What did come as a surprise, though, is that Billy never initiated sex again after that first night. He and Billy kept rather busy schedules despite how often Billy walked into Steve’s life, but he couldn’t help but wonder what Billy’s motivations were. Maybe he just wanted to take it slow for the sake of Steve’s body. Maybe he realized Steve was a sap who could stick around for longer than a week.

He stopped wondering after an accident happened at the restaurant. Steve always did have a talent for landing himself right at the apex of one problem intersecting another problem.

A wine glass fell on the floor - nothing extraordinary - and someone bumped into him as he bent to collect the bigger pieces. His hand caught right on the upright, jagged stem of the glass. Yeah, it hurt like stepping into an oyster bed, but Steve carefully pulled the stem out of his hand and used one of the chef’s gloves over cotton and gauze to finish his shift.

Billy picked him up.

Steve knew what his car looked like now, and clearly Billy wasn’t taking chances on anybody else picking him up -

He leaned on the car as Steve approached, but he stepped off to stride right to him and lifted up his hand by the wrist. Steve’s mouth opened to speak, but no words came. He’d never seen Billy angry before.

The dagger hovered in Steve’s belly.

“What. Happened.”

“It was just an accident,” Steve tried to say, but his voice didn’t fully back him up. Billy’s grip tightened on his wrist. Steve tried again, insisted, “It was an accident, Billy. Someone dropped their glass. It happens all the time. I’m fine. Can we go?”

He couldn’t say what actually made Billy turn around and open the car door for him. But he didn’t take Steve back to his apartment. Or the Emergency Room. Billy didn’t talk during the drive. Steve didn’t know where he was going after Billy parked in a parking garage and he cradled his hand in an elevator that just kept going up.

“My place,” Billy finally said as the doors opened.

Criminal. Definitely a criminal, Steve’s brain declared as he slowly stepped inside the suite that the elevator opened directly into. He left his shoes by the elevator, not daring a speck of dirt on the marble foyer hallway or the carpeting beyond that.

He looked left. He looked right. The suite kept going on either side, like it was meant for a family of eight.

“Come here.”

Steve obeyed and sat on the crushed velvet couch. Billy set a phone down on its receiver. Steve hadn’t heard him say anything into it, but Billy went through a door while he removed his coat. Steve assumed it to be the bedroom. Or a massive closet. He stayed put where he was, petting the couch one way, making the threads look black, and then the other, glistening sapphire blue.

In a matter of minutes, the elevator doors opened again. Steve stood up but Billy reappeared and waved him back down. He was beginning to feel like a trained dog at this point.

“Dr. Owens. Thanks for coming up.”

“Always an obligation, Mr. Hargrove,” came the reply in the foyer.

Hargrove?

“Ah, are you the one?”

Steve’s mouth opened, but what came out was, “There’s only one of me.”

All three of them seemed to be mildly confused and disappointed in that sentence, but they each let it slide. Owens nodded at his bandaged hand. “Would you mind explaining your injury to me?”

He did while Billy sat on the other couch, knees crossed and a hand wandering his mouth. Brooding.

Owens began to look through the case he brought with him. It opened like a makeup kit, with three tiers that opened like stairs with medicine supplies. “I’m going to do some minor injections to numb your hand. Then I’ll need to look around for any lingering glass.”

“What if I’m afraid of needles?”

“You’re going to be more afraid of an infection caused by glass in the hand. If an infection gets entwined far enough with the metacarpals, it’s nearly impossible to clean it out. Hands and feet are the worst places to get injured.”

Steve’s shoulders drooped an inch. “Great.”

He felt and smelled Owens moving an alcohol swab all over his hand, but he otherwise kept his gaze elsewhere during the injections.

Of course he’d have to feel the first two or three.

Billy entered his vision, sitting next to him and curving Steve’s arm around his own, locking Steve to him. Steve’s vision couldn’t quite focus on him. Everything had a blurry edge.

“Lean back.”

The notion didn’t sound great. “I’ll vomit.”

“Then lean into me.”

That proved...more manageable. Billy held firm with Steve’s weight falling into him. He wore a blue shirt today. Just a nice, soft and mundane long-sleeve. He matched the couch. His hair had already grown out past the fade, too. Softly fuzzy against Steve’s face...

“Tell me what happened.”

Steve’s brain didn’t want to cooperate, and with each word he pushed out, confusion intertwined the cogs in his mind. “The...glass. Wine glass. I work in a restaurant - ”

His head lifted to look at him. “You don’t believe me?”

“I want to make sure.”

Steve stared at him. “What? That I can keep a story straight while trying not to pass out or vomit?”

“Keep your hand still,” Owens droned. Steve felt his dull hold on his wrist, and the distantly sharp exploration through his palm.

Billy didn’t respond, and Steve didn’t say anything else until Owens had finished. He rattled a small glass vial, two bloody pieces dancing around in it. “I’ll let you keep these unless you want me to dispose them?”

“I love souvenirs,” Steve remarked.

Owens looked just as pleased to be out of there as Billy looked unhappy at being left alone with Steve. The color had returned to his face while Owens wrapped up his hand, and now Billy paced his living room.

“Am I allowed to leave?” Steve asked the same time Billy said, “Want the tour?”

Billy frowned. “Do you want to?”

With his unharmed hand, Steve rubbed his face. “I don’t actually like staying up until four in the morning.”

Steve didn’t get the tour.

Billy drove him back to his apartment. He didn’t stay, but he said before leaving, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

It didn’t occur until Steve’s head was hitting the pillow that he didn’t have work tomorrow. What could Billy possibly be picking him up for?

So Steve made sure he wasn’t home.

Yes, it’s petty.

Yes, Robin called him a moron one the phone while he strolled through the park.

“You’re gonna die because you refused some rich douche bag’s date.”

“I am not going to die,” he refuted. “I’m just going - ”

“To explain why.”

He startled away from Billy walking beside him, causing the pebbles paving the walkway to go flying. “Steve?” Robin said in his ear.

“I’ll call you later.”

Billy didn’t look nearly as lethal as the night before, but he certainly wasn’t strolling through Disney World. “Why weren’t you at your apartment?”

Steve had a tendency to panic when overwhelmed, all right? He’d reached his limit and exploded, “I don’t know! Because you didn’t say why or when? Because I’m not one of your poodles? I’m a person who’s allowed to live their life like - like - normal?”

Billy blinked at him, his brows lifting until he said incredulously, “Poodles?”

“A trained dog! You know what I mean.” Steve waved his injured hand for emphasis and grimaced for it. “You’re suspicious as hell. Don’t think I’ll do anything you ask just because the sex was good - great. Whatever.”

A smirk began to warm Billy’s features. “Poodles.”

Steve’s hair bobbed over his face as he nodded. “Yeah? My aunt had two of ‘em. They were assholes. What are you not getting here?”

Billy laughed a little and, as he stepped close to him, Steve began to wonder if the park was...emptier, than it usually was on a Friday.

“You’re prettier than a poodle. And more disobedient than I ever tolerate, Steve.”

He tried to steel his jaw, but Steve had long since given up adolescent charades of hauteur. He shrugged, “What does that mean? You want your TV and router back? Are you going to sabotage my health insurance if I say no?”

Billy’s eyes lolled under a slow blink. “I’m not revoking your health insurance.”

Steve’s shoes touched Billy’s even though they had the space of the whole park. ��Then what are we doing? I’m just some nobody. You’re clearly a somebody.”

“You’re not a nobody to me,” Billy finished, his breath tickling Steve’s lips. “I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.”

“Bossing me around isn’t going to end well for either of us. Especially if you can’t even believe me when I’m injured at work with an audience to vouch for - ”

Billy kissed him, but it wasn’t a hard, silencing kiss. It was one of Billy’s little touches. His cravings. To touch Steve. To share his air.

Steve’s brows furrowed and a conflicted moan hummed in his throat. His unharmed hand found Billy’s chest, and the latter took it as his cue to lace his fingers behind Steve’s back.

He’d barely broken the kiss before he started to say, “What we’re doing, is going to my car. You’re going to let me taste your dick behind my tinted windows because I’m done being considerate. Then we’ll go back to my place. I’ll give you the tour, and you’ll choose which room we fuck in first.”

Steve’s eyes ached with lust and how long he’d held them open. He gulped dryly. “This was an inconclusive argument.”

Billy smiled and turned them both to continue along out of the park.

#harringrove #neonponders #lovebillyhargrove #mafia au #ficlet #this steve with this billy

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oh-no-my-hand-slipped · 3 years

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Could you do something like 🌾 and 💥? It could be a scientist or a fairy or a vampire for all I care lol - your writing is amazing, by the way ☺️ (You can ignore this if you want to, but I would appreciate it if you at least read it :D. Anyway, thanks!)

...

Er, okay...I actually write for this as soon as I got it.

And...

I guess you’re about to read my first NSFW fic.

I mean, it’s not super graphic - it’s all very tasteful - but yeah...wlw pleasuring is on the menu tonight.

And I hope it isn’t too spicy.

WARNING: NSFW BELOW! 18+ ONLY!

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“Snrk...ungh...”

Veron wiped her runny nose with the picnic blanket. The coarse cloth irritated her face, but she had no choice. Drix, who was sitting cross-legged next to her, watched the half-giant with fascination.

“You okay, Vee?” she asked. “That’s quite a sniffle you’ve got there. You gettin’ sick?”

Veron shook her head. “I’ve been sneezing all day, but I don’t feel a chill...”

She snorted, then sighed as she leaned back on the blanket. They had barely gotten comfortable when her nose began to tremble. Veron shot up, holding her hands in front of her face.

“Heheh...g-gonna...GEH...!”

Veron quickly grabbed the front of her robe and buried her face deep within it.

“SHEW! GSH’SHEW! Ghuh...huh...”

Drix was still staring at her girlfriend, eyes wide as moons. Veron tried to keep her nostrils at bay by covering them with her sleeve.

“Suh-sorry, dewdrop. By dose...”

Tears streamed out of Veron’s eyes as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to somehow massage the irritation away. After that proved fruitless, she used the palm of her hand to stretch and flatten the tip of her quivering nose. Her fluttering eyes were only half open.

While Veron was busy hitching, Drix bit her lip, thinking.

“M-maybe,” she stammered, “that goldenrod’s botherin’ ya. Or the wildflowers. They’re all in bloom and fulla pollen this time of year.”

“Meh...maybe...but whatever it is...it’s going to make me...blow this whole forest down...”

Suddenly, Veron gave Drix a side-glance.

“Are you...is this...?”

Veron looked at Drix’s tightly crossed legs. Despite her breathlessness, the giantess chuckled.

“H-here...why don’t you heh...help me...”

Veron pointed to a field of goldenrod next to Drix. The forest sprite turned as red as the afternoon sun, but complied. The giantess loosened the top of her tunic, letting only the shuddering curvature of her breasts show. She laid her head on the blanket, her long, red hair sprawling in all directions.

“C’mon...snrk...d-don’t be shy...”

Clutching the flower to her chest, Drix stumbled onto her mistress, their body shaking with expectation.

“Wh-what do I-?” Drix began, but Veron put a finger on the sprite’s lips.

“Shhh...whatever you want, my love. Take away, give, stifle. Have your way with me, Drix, I beh...beg of you...”

Drix trembled, the rolling in her stomach reaching a peak as she felt Veron’s quivering body beneath her. After a few moments, she took the goldenrod and began to trace Veron’s nostrils. The giantess sniffled, but tried her best to keep the tickle from getting the best of her.

Drix put her hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, then slowly traced her fingers around Veron’s exposed breasts. Her hand went under the tunic and traced Veron’s every curve with the tip of her fingernails, and finally came to rest on the giant’s upper thigh. With the other hand, Drix started to stroke Veron with the goldenrod, the flower going almost completely inside the giantess’s quavering nose.

“Be...huh...c-careful...” Veron warned, her nostrils wrinkling.

“You know you want to,” Drix said, finding sudden courage in her pleasure. “That nose of yours can’t keep it up much longer.”

Veron gave a shaky smirk. “You ch-cheeky bastard...”

Drix’s hand traveled lower and lower until she found exactly what she was looking for.

“Looks like somethin’ else can’t wait,” Drix teased, beginning to fan her fingers into a gentle stroke. She lifted the golden rod to Veron’s nose again, trying to match its movements to the ones down below.

Veron began to gasp for air, her fingers digging into the grass beside her. Her nostrils flared with new vigor.

“Huh...HUH...!”

Both hands went deeper and deeper, and Veron shuddered and shifted desperately.

“I...th-thing...huh...”

Veron pressed her legs together and put a wrist to her nose.

“Almost there,” Drix purred, continuing despite the giantess’s best efforts.

“Neh...heh...c-can’t...hold it...beh...HEH...”

Suddenly, with a gasp, Veron’s body opened like a rose, her tunic sliding completely off.

“GASH’CHIIIIIEEEEEW!”

Drix held onto Veron’s waist with one hand, still pleasuring her with the other. It was all she could do to not fall off, both from Veron’s jerking and her own desire.

“H-hhhhngh...”

The giantess wrapped her arms around Drix, moaning. For a moment, they were completely in sync with their bodies, which were pressed against each other like convergent rivers colliding after an earthquake.

“Ngh...g-gonna...” Veron said before her chest heaved yet again. Drix braced for impact.

“GSH’CHUUUUH! Heh...eh...”

Another moan escaped her lips, her freckled nose streaming and red. Her eyes rolled into her head as she convulsed yet again. Drix rested her head against her exposed chest. Her unapologetic cries were music to the sprite’s ears.

Veron finally quieted, and let her hands fall to her side. Drix slid off her girlfriend’s body, panting.

“I...I think,” Drix whispered, “we’ll need to get a need to get a new blanket...”

Veron was silent for a moment, catching her breath.

“No,” she replied after a time. “I think this one suits us just fine.”

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Oh wow. Goodness.

I am...definitely bisexual.

This clinches it.

Um...

I hope you enjoyed. I...certainly did. Sorry if it’s a little short, but I was kind of nervous. I’m still working through some guilt about my content. This will be gigantic step for me.

Also, this does not give people permission to send me NSFW asks! I will write NSFW on my own time, and I don’t want my inbox to be filled with a bunch of nasty stuff, ‘kay?

Alright, you know the drill. If you hate the fic, I’ll rewrite it for you. It’s called the Hand Slipped Guarantee. You kink is in good hands!

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Wandering (chp.2) sneak peak (not yet edited)

It didn’t take you long to arrive at your destination, however you had apparently arrived much later than they had wanted you too. You first noticed the large jet as you neared the location, though you didn’t bother to read the wording on the side of the aircraft; you figured you’d be spending quite a bit of time around the metal bird. You felt a small smile pull up your lips as you lowered yourself to the ground, the dirt and air around your feet shifting into the air before you finally hit the ground. Sweat was beginning to build around your hairline, and at first you were confused when you realized you were just flying, but then it made sense. It had been a very long time since you had used your powers, especially two portions of it at the same time. The energy it took to produce enough wind to propel you in the air and manipulate the water from the clouds at the same time took an insane amount of energy. You were happy though, that you barely broke a sweat after doing so much all at once. As you looked to the jet, you immediately saw that the doors were open, thankfully that meant you didn’t have to try and find your way on to the aircraft, seeing as it was already waiting for you to board it.

Before you could even step on to the large steps, however, a mop of red hair made its way out of the key and into the open. You immediately recognized the girl, and she recognized you too as within moments, she was bounding down the steps and towards you.

“Y/n!”

Sprite wrapped her arms around your body tightly, her head resting against your chest as she squeezed you as hard as she could. “You made it! How long did it take you?”

“Oh, only a few hours.” You shrugged as your hands struggled to pat her on the back, and only after she let you out of her embrace did you point to the staff secured to your back. “Would’ve been faster with this, but I wanted to see how fast I could go by myself.” Sprite’s eyes widened with excitement when she saw your old staff on your person, and though you could tell she wanted to reach out and hold it, you appreciated how she hesitated. “You can hold it when we get on the plane.” You laughed at her enthusiasm, and she nodded quickly before she wrapped her hands around your wrist to pull you up the steps of the jet.

“Come on, you get to meet Ikaris and Kingo.” She spoke quickly, her body moving swiftly up the steps as she pulled you with her. “Ikaris can fly too,” She paused just before the jets frame arched into the main body of it, her lips pulled into a large grin as she looked back to you. “I think you’ll like him!”

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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Liar, Liar (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! How's life? It's two days till school starts and a little over a month till uni starts back up, so you can feel the desperation in the air. This fic took me like, two weeks to finish, because we love being lazy and would rather sleep than write (so, like, most of the times as of late for me, what you gonna do, right?), but it's here now. I did proof read, but it's possible that something slipped my attention, sorry if there are any mistakes :D

Also, IT’S LESS THAN A WEEK TILL OH COMES BACK, LET IT BE GOOD, PLS

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26198620

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Enjoy! <3

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He knew that he shouldn’t feel like an idiot; that didn’t mean that he didn’t. Standing in front of the hospital, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his watch every five seconds, like it would speed up time. He was never a patient man, and every minute of delay got on his nerves, making him even more anxious than he was in the first place.

If he could have it his way, he wouldn’t even be going in the first place. Claire, however, decided that ‘no way in hell is he declining his Father’s invitation again’, so he didn’t really have a choice.

“When did this happen?” he asked her, right after she convinced him, both of them sitting on the couch, watching some TV show. She turned her head towards him, wrinkles forming on her forehead in confusion.

“When did what happen?”

Running his hand up and down her arm, he shrugged before answering. “It’s hard for me to say ‘no’ to you.”

“I mean, you can.” An innocent smile grew on her features. She gripped his shoulders, straddling him before he could decipher her intentions, then leaned in, making their noses touch. “But do you really want to, now?”

“No.” he answered, causing them both to laugh. Her lips brushed against his, once, twice; she then tried to back away, but found herself unable to do so, with his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her in place. “No.”

“There you go.”

The sound of a car horn going off drew him out from the memory, back into the parking lot, where a car stopped right in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing a very smug blonde. She leaned towards him, sliding her sunglasses down her nose slightly.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

His gaze narrowed as he walked closer, leaving his work bag in the back of the car before going to sit in the passenger’s seat. Claire was still looking at him, her eyes sparkling flirtatiously. He sighed deeply, fastening his seatbelt.

“I may get the reference after you made me watch the movie, and we may be dating, but I’m still your boss, Dr. Herondale.” He reminded, his tone stern.

“Nope.” Her voice was strained as she leaned over the console, trying to close the compartment in front of him. “For the next three days, you’re only my boyfriend.” Breathing out in relief when she successfully finished her task, she straightened herself. “No work, no bosses, just you, and me, okay?”

The workaholic in him hesitated. Three days without any sort of work-related activities wouldn’t be something he came up with, but the rational side of him knew, that she was right. They’ve been working nonstop for the past few weeks, cases more demanding that they expected. He’s told her many times to take a break, and she would always refuse, saying that she will rest when he will; he couldn’t argue with that logic, nor with her when she eventually would decide for both of them that it’s late and pull him out of his office to go home.

“Okay.” He nodded, smiling at how wide her grin was. She extended her hand towards him, waggling her fingers. He took her hand, which made a blush appear on her cheeks, accompanied by a gentle laugh.

“While I love holding your hand, that wasn’t what I meant.” She cleared her throat, schooling her features into a scowl. “Your phone, Ramsey.”

Ethan’s eyebrow went up, clearly thinking she was joking, but a second later he realized that she absolutely wasn’t. “And just why would I do that?”

She sighed heavily, reaching with her other hand towards his pant pocket, fishing out the device. “Because I know you. You’ll get bored at one point or the other and will start reading medical articles just to do something.” He began to protest, which she quickly stifled with a short kiss, rendering him speechless. “You know I’m right. And besides, I’ll be there to entertain you in case you have too much time and start to think about working.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” he gave her hand a squeeze, noticing something shimmery around her wrist. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was an elaborate bracelet, many gemstones hanging from a golden chain. She caught him staring, rushing to explain.

“It’s my lucky charm bracelet.” Shaking her hand, she let it catch the last rays of the sun before it disappeared behind the clouds, sparkling with dimming light.

“How many lucky charms does one person need?” he snickered, catching a sapphire stone between his fingers.

“When you’re me? All of them.”

And with that, they were on their way. The ride wasn’t long, and yet, Claire insisted that he took a nap to rest, reaching for the pillow she had stored for him behind her seat. He had a night shift and didn’t get the chance to grab a cup of coffee in the morning, so he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and fell asleep.

When he woke up, they were about halfway there. Somewhere during his rest, she covered him with a blanket as it got colder outside. He pulled the seat back into the upright position and took a look outside the window.

“How long was I asleep?” he asked, suppressing a yawn. Claire adjusted her hold on the steering wheel before glancing at him.

“Judging by the redness of your eyes, not long enough.” she pointed out, smiling when he scoffed at her remark. “Thirty minutes, more or less.”

His hand wandered towards her, resting comfortably on her thigh, running up and down in a soothing manner. The corners of her lips went up, her eyes trained on the road. The sound of the rain that started to trickle outside combined with the quiet comfort on the inside created a perfect concoction, causing his eyes to drop again a bit. He noticed that it was affecting Claire too, blinking twice as often as she normally did.

“Do you want me to take over?” he murmured, watching her closely. She shook her head, her knuckles getting a bit whiter from the force with which she was holding the wheel.

“I’m okay; it’s you who didn’t sleep last night, so use that time to rest. If you’re hungry or thirsty, there’s food and water in the bag on the backseat.”

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her shoulder. Her scent filled his senses, blocking out everything, making her, once again, his one and only focus. “Please tell me the second you’re too tired to drive.”

“Yes, Doctor.” She teased him, touching her head to his when they were waiting for the light to turn green. It was at that moment that the sound of a ringing phone pierced the otherwise silent atmosphere of the car. Ethan pleaded with his eyes, recognizing his ringtone, trying to convince her to give him his phone back, but she shook her head, already answering the call.

“Hello, Mr. Ramsey!” Claire greeted his father, her voice bright and easy. Alan said something that Ethan couldn’t quite decipher, but it clearly must have been funny if it made her laugh to the point of tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. It also was most likely about him, because as soon as she sneaked a peak at him, she giggled louder. “No, Ethan cannot pick up his phone, he’s on vacation from work. Can I pass a message?” Some more incoherent words that Ethan had no way of understanding, and the call was over, his phone returning to the compartment near her. “He asked me to tell you that you should listen to me and relax.” She said, choosing to ignore with a smirk the way he shook his head at her.

Before they both knew it, they reached Alan’s house. The sky has cleared, revealing the sun, shining above their heads as it began to aim itself towards the horizon again. They were getting their bags out of the trunk when an excited voice called out for them.

“You two are just in time for dinner!” The older man stood next to them, hugging his son tightly before greeting Claire and taking the bag out of her hands. He nodded towards the house, inviting them inside.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, they were hit with the scent of food, making their mouth water. Alan expected them to be there soon, so he was prepared, with wine glasses sitting on the counter, food resting in the oven and a bottle of Bordeaux waiting to be opened. Having left the bags in the guest room, they made their way to the kitchen, all three of them working in complete comfort around each other, preparing the table and carrying food to the dining room. Like they’ve known each other forever; like they were a family for a long time and have done it a dozen of times.

Ethan wasn’t kidding when he once told her that his father was an amazing cook. She couldn’t tell which one of the two cooked better, as both knew their way around the kitchen and both excelled in different kinds of cuisine, having the common ground in desserts, especially (surprising no one) chocolate.

The evening was in full swing, the table cleared of plates, cutlery, and empty dishes, leaving only glasses of wine. Claire was sitting closely to Ethan, her palm sitting on his shoulder, his hand resting comfortably on her thigh. At the current moment, the couple was looking at one another, bickering playfully about who was the last one to do the laundry. To Alan, they looked like a married couple, with how comfortable they were with one another and the topics of their discussions. Neither could remember and neither would back down, being a pair of stubborn people, so they decided to agree that it’s a tie, hooking their pinkies and shaking on it. Immediately after, Ethan pulled her by her finger onto him, pressing a soft kiss to her nose.

“So, was it love at first sight?” Alan asked, laughing at their antics. They both fell silent, turning towards him with blank expressions. Claire was the first one to break out of it, leaning back into her chair with a mix of a giggle and a scoff.

“Whoever told you that is a filthy liar.”

Ethan didn’t even try to deny it, mirroring her position in his seat as his head turned towards her, smirking. “She was a pain in the ass before she was anything else.”

“Are you saying that I’m not anymore?”

“Oh no, you still are, but it’s so much more now.” his voice dropped back to the gentle whisper with every word he said, unable to stop the smile from pulling the corners of his lips upwards. Claire used the moment of his helplessness, grabbing him by his chin and making their eyes meet.

“You were an asshole for the majority of time at the beginning.” She hummed, letting him go, smirking at the way his expressions morphed from stunned to agreement. “Similarly, though, you’re not that bad now. It changed.”

“Most likely in Miami.” Alan noted, not thinking too much about it, unaware just how significant of a response his words would get. Claire, who was at the time taking a sip of her wine, choked on it, coughing excessively. Ethan, on the other hand, froze in place, unsure how to approach the situation. She didn’t even have to ask for him to know that she wanted some kind of an explanation.

“I, uh, may have slipped up while talking to Dad a couple of months ago.” A blush creeped up his neck, accompanied by an endearing smile. Claire pressed her palm to his cheek, turning him towards her.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed! If it made you feel better about our very complicated situation, then I’m glad you had someone to talk to.” she beamed warmly, kissing his cheek softly, sweetly, tracing the line of his cheekbone with her thumb.

“To be fair, I did ask a lot of questions.” The older man confessed, pulling the attention of the pair back to him. “He seemed stressed, like a walking time bomb, so when I asked what made him this-“ he paused, spreading his arms to indicate the state in which his son seemed to be at the time. “- he started talking, and since he never talks, I tried to help him work it out.”

Claire nodded, running her fingers through Ethan’s hair, her hand resting comfortably on the back of his chair. “He does have a tendency to keep everything on the inside. I make him talk too.” She dropped her voice to a whisper, grinning widely as she spoke directly to Alan. “He hates me for it.”

“I don’t hate you, I just- I-“ Ethan jumped to his defense, struggling to word his thoughts. He gave up when he saw very clear amusement on both of their faces. “I can’t with you two.”

The night soon ended, as did the wine in the bottle. Claire jumped up, declaring that she’s going to finish up the cleaning in the kitchen, while the two of them should go get ready for sleep. Alan tried to protest, but she pulled the ‘you-cooked-I-clean’ card, so he didn’t have the needs to fight this logic.

She was in the middle of cleaning the pan when she felt the softest touch on her shoulders. Goosebumps rose on her neck, induced by the hot breath that brushed against her skin. “You know you can leave it for the morning?”

“Ethan Ramsey, are you telling me to ditch my responsibilities?” she mused, scrubbing the bottom of the dish while trying to ignore the patterns he was tracing with his fingers. He trailed his hands down her sides, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her to him.

“I am. You deserve a break too.” He began pressing openmouthed kisses along the line of her back. He sighed when she didn’t make a move to stop what she was doing. “At least let me help you.”

He walked over to stand by her side, towel in hand, drying the cleaned dishes and putting them away. Her hair shielded her face, making it impossibly hard to notice the subtle change in her expression. He caught it a second too late, losing the chance to protect himself from the incoming attack. A wave of water and bubbles crashed into him, soaking his clothes and hair, accompanied by her hysteric giggle.

Slowly turning to her, he looked between the sink, still plenty of water there, and her, predicting she was going to make an attempt to dodge his retaliation. His shot was perfectly timed and aimed, bringing her to the same level. A complete chaos fell over the kitchen, nothing was safe, and nothing was spared.

Truce was forced upon him when she grabbed him by the sides of his face and hauled him onto her, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. A low hum reverberated in his chest as his eyes fell shut, enhancing his other senses. How enchanting her scent was, reminding him of early mornings when he would bury his face in her hair. How her body fit into his arms like she was made to be in them, like two puzzle pieces, creating the same picture together.

Claire’s fingers were tangled in his hair in a matter of seconds, keeping him as close as physics allowed. The counter was digging into her lower back, the sensation being the only thing grounding her in reality. Everything else was overshadowed by Ethan. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. The movement of his lips against hers took her all the way back to Miami, where they kissed like it was worth going to hell for, like they were starved, like they were the salvation for one another.

His hands gripped the fabric of her shirt harshly, exposing the skin of her back, extracting droplets of water from the material. They’ve been this close more times than he could count, but the sensation always felt like brand new, like it was their first time, getting to know each other all over again. He trailed his lips down towards her throat, focusing on the dip by the collarbone, eliciting the boldest sigh she dared to let slip out.

Claire didn’t stay indebted for long, scratching his scalp with her nails, drawing a deep groan out of him, his body betraying him in his attempt to keep his desire for her on the low. She couldn’t see the smirk that resided on his face through her eyelids, but she knew damn well that it was there. He’s always been smug at how much he affected her, how much her body told him without words.

“We should keep quiet.” He muttered, failing to suppress the desperate moan at the feel of her pushing him onto her with her leg around his calf. She giggled softly, pulling their faces to the same level.

“Then why are you so loud?” her words were one last warning before their lips crashed again, their hands rushing to touch every square inch of each other’s bodies as thoroughly as they could. He picked her up without missing a beat, leaving the flooded kitchen far behind them.

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The first thing he felt that morning was the featherlight kisses, tracing the line between his shoulder blades. Hot breath caused goosebumps to pepper his skin, slowly bringing him to consciousness.

“Good morning.” Claire’s whisper reached him from right below his ear, her voice provoking a shiver to run down his spine. Without opening his eyes, he leaned upwards, curled his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. His head rested in the crook of her neck, his lips touching her anywhere they could reach.

“It’s not morning until we get out of bed.” He growled lowly, his kisses gaining intensity. Their bodies were covered by thin blankets; the only thing shielding them from the biting coolness of the early hours of the day. Clothes were lost few hours prior in the heat of the moment, both of them giggling like a pair of teenagers sneaking around, shushing one another every so often and silencing with urgent kisses.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how the definition of ‘morning’ goes, but… I won’t go anywhere if you won’t.” Claire nuzzled her nose against his hair, taking a deep breath, the scent of his shampoo surrounding her briefly. She was moments away from falling asleep again, when she sensed him changing the position slightly, his lips moving upwards. He stopped a breath away from her, waiting for her move, which at first seemed like it would never come. His eyes opened slowly, finding hers already watching him, crinkling playfully. She raised her hand, running her fingers through his hair.

“Like this, you’re even more handsome.” She whispered, making Ethan’s eyebrow shot up in amusement.

“Like what?”

“Relaxed. Peaceful. All mine.” she tugged on his ear teasingly, watching him nod slightly in confirmation, a hint of red creeping onto his cheeks. “Even though that’s not the hottest I’ve seen you.”

Adjusting his grip on her, he asked, more intrigued than ever. “Oh really? Then what state of Ethan Ramsey does Clarissa Herondale find the most attractive?”

She leaned closer to him, her lips brushing his when she spoke. “When you’re displaying your intelligence. When you’re diagnosing, showing off how insanely smart you are. You’re irresistible.”

Ethan pressed their lips together the second she finished her sentence, winding his arms tighter around her. Climbing on top of her completely, he caged her between his limbs, allowing him to look at her from a different angle when their kiss eventually broke.

“I’ll have you know, that my view on when you’re ‘hot’ is very similar.”

As cliché as that sounded, their moment was cut short by three gentle knocks on his childhood bedroom door, making them both freeze in place. They scrambled to sit up and reach their clothes, pulling them on hastily when Alan called out from the corridor.

“Son, I wouldn’t want to walk in on something that would make us all uncomfortable, so if you two could meet me downstairs soon, I’d be grateful.”

Ethan’s face was white, horror seeping onto it with alarming rate. Claire, on the other hand, was biting her lip as hard as she could, trying all she could to stop herself from laughing out loud. She nudged him, leaving the bed, getting dressed as she went. Noticing that he didn’t make a move to get up, she collected his clothes for him, smirking at how red his cheeks were.

“I’ve never been in a situation like this in my whole life.”

“Well, there’s always time for a first.”

Not even five minutes later, they stepped into the living room, Alan already waiting for them by the entrance to the kitchen. Claire waved at him, overcoming the embarrassment momentarily. “Good morning, Mr. Ramsey!”

“Good morning, Claire. Before we begin eating, I have a question for you two. When I went to bed last night, what did you do?”

Blonde woman turned to look at her boyfriend, noticing how pale he was, frozen in place yet again. Knowing that she would have to be the one to do the talking, she tried to figure out what she was supposed to say, when Alan, clearly realizing what the two of them thought he was asking, rushed to elaborate.

“Ethan, please breathe, you’re going to suffocate. I meant, what happened to my kitchen?” he nodded towards the room with his head, both doctors leaning forward to look inside.

The floor and cabinets were flooded with water. They looked at each other, then towards Alan, pointing fingers at one another, shrugging their shoulders, refusing to take the blame. The older Ramsey man sighed, shaking his head at their antics, inviting them to the table for breakfast.

“You two, liars, are never doing dishes together again.”

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rivetwrites · 3 years

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//hello!! it's here!! it's my first fic, so it's not at my full potential yet! i had a lot of trouble with toko and syo. i tried my best to...at least remove the sneezing thing, but i know it's not perfect and i'm hoping to improve in the future! the ending is sort of rushed, as i was milking the last of motivation and ideas!! definitely not proof-read BAHHAHA

Byakuya Togami's Trial

Chihiro was dead. It was almost surreal, everyone promised not to kill anyone else. Yet it was in such a gruesome way. He was found in the girl’s locker room, which is strange, since he discovered to be a boy. Surely Monokuma knew about it, he knew practically everything about them.

Everyone was seated in their respectful places in the trial room. Kiyotaka looked the most nervous, but everyone looked the same. Who wouldn’t be? Chihiro was found strung up by his wrists and neck, “bloodlust” written in his own blood on the wall. And someone took the time to do that. Who would even want to hurt Chihiro? Sure, he’s an easy target, he wouldn’t have fought back, but he was the nicest one here.

“Let’s go over the rules once mo-” Monokuma had started, the bear sitting in his “judge seat.” But he was quickly interrupted by Byakuya, “Shut it. We’re starting.” That wasn’t unlike him, but he had a small smile on his face, almost like he was excited to start the trial. Who the hell would be excited to discuss one of our dead friend’s death? And convict someone and send them to their own death. “Very well! Since Togami thinks that he’s the judge, we shall start!!”

Of course the discussion went to how Chihiro even got to the girl’s locker room. Monokuma had stated that he did know that he was a boy, so it would’ve been impossible for him to get into the room on his own. “Obviously he was dead before he even went into the girl’s locker room,” Byakuya started, “then strung him up onto the wall. Doesn’t the position of his body look familiar, Makoto?” He looked over at the small boy, who perked up at his name.

Yes, it did look familiar. Makoto had seen similar positioning in the book that Byakuya showed him in the library. The cases with Genocide Jack. But Genocide Jack wasn’t here. He couldn’t be. As soon as Makoto mentioned his name, Byakuya looked over at Toko, who seemed to have almost burst a blood vessel.

“Genocide Jack is a lot closer than we think, Makoto,” he hummed, his hand resting on his chin. Toko looked like she wanted to jump over her table to kick his ass, but she was starting to panic. “Y-you promised n-not to tell anyone, B-Byakuya!” It had only hardened the case that Toko was Genocide Jack. On cue, from the sudden conviction and stress that she had been forced to endure, her eyes rolled back as she fell onto the floor.

Makoto had jolted up to help her up, which Togami gripped his arm tightly. Toko had started to stand back up, but she looked so different. This wasn’t Toko, it couldn’t be. She had flashes of both anger and slight arousal as she started laughing hysterically. Her voice radiated throughout the trial room, high pitched and unnerving. Her laughter soon died down to small chuckles and giggles, her wild eyes looking at Makoto. Well, it looked like she was looking at him, but her eyes seem to not have acknowledged him. “You caaaallled? Master has called me! Ooooh!! I’m guessing it was about me, huh huh huh?” Her voice sounded completely different compared to Toko’s quiet, stuttering voice.

Once Byakuya started explaining how he found out about Genocide Jack, she seemed confused. “That’s what they call me? I’m not some guy! Genocide Jill, or Syo would do for me!!” Her sentence followed with her cackling laughter. Tok- Syo, was definitely confused when everyone started to convict her of being the murderer. “Whaaat? No way! Makoto! You should see a pattern of my kills!” Of course she went to Makoto. But she was right. She only killed boys. But once Byakuya stated that Chihiro was yes, indeed a boy, she almost looked disappointed. “Awhh!! Now I wish I killed him! But I didn’t! I don’t use those weapons! Plus, an electrical cord?” Again, she was right. All the pictures consisted of the boys being pinned up by scissors.

Makoto was about to state that she didn’t have any, but it was shot down when she already had two scissors in her hands. Well, now the suspicion went to Byakuya. He was the only one to know of Genocide Jack, besides Makoto, who had an alibi. Togami looked like he was about to snap, but clicked his tongue. “Obviously I couldn’t have done it. I saw Mondo leaving the girl’s locker room,” that sentence brought Mondo’s attention. “You fucking strung Chihiro up?!” Thankfully Sakura was within arms reach of Mondo, because he was about to fucking kill Byakuya.

“I simply wanted to make things interesting. You wouldn’t want a boring trial, now would you?” He still had a cool smile on his face, but his back was tensing from the sudden threat of Mondo actually getting to him. “Why the fuck would you do that?!” Owada’s voice started getting furious and loud. Kyoko put one of her gloved hands up, her eyes glaring at Byakuya with clear disgust before saying that we should continue the trial before times up.

Now everyone looked over at Mondo, who looked extremely guilty. Before people even began to shoot questions at him, Kiyotaka’s voice triumphed over theirs. “N-no way! Mondo would never! We’re bros, he’s not that kind of person!! What kind of people are you?!” Mondo looked just as astonished at Taka defending him, especially in such an aggressive manner. It was very unlike him. Mondo wanted to confess so badly, but something inside him, anxiety and fear prevented him from doing so. But all the evidence started pointing to him. Celeste said she saw Chihiro late at night with a workout bag, how Mondo said the correct colour of the tracksuit, how he was strong enough to swing that weight at him. It was all clicking into place, and now looking horrible for Mondo.

But it didn’t make sense. Would Chihiro be able to die from one swing? There was only one head wound, quite a bit of blood, but would he be able to die? Or simply be knocked out. Mondo wasn’t the...brightest of the bunch, so would be able to know that he didn’t actually kill him? Kyoko had the same thought, her eyes scanning Mondo’s face as she spoke up, “Were you sure that Chihiro was dead?” Straight to the point. Owada looked confused, his brows furrowing, “...Yeah. I carried him to the girl’s locker room. He wasn’t breathing.” Which is understandable, but if you get knocked out, especially by such a big guy like Mondo, your body can seem dead.

“Obviously he was dead. I checked beforehand.” Byakuya tapped his glasses, his voice speaking matter of factly, but it still didn’t make sense. “Togami, your breathing stops and your pulse goes faint when someone knocks you out,” Makoto piped up. He wasn’t trying to accuse him, but he was looking at every option. Their lives are on the line. “What’re you saying, Makoto? That I killed him? I’m telling you, he was already dead!” His voice started to falter, like he was starting to believe it himself. He didn’t properly check Chihiro before he hung him up, but he didn’t want to admit it.

Byakuya turned to Monokuma, “Bear! Tell them that I didn’t kill him! There’s no way!” The smile that he held had fallen as soon as he was being suspected. Monokuma didn’t respond, only a soft “puhuhu” coming from him. Sweat started to bead on Togami’s forehead, looking back at the students, “There’s no way. I didn’t!” No one was defending him, well, except Syo, but even then, she wasn’t taking it seriously. “When I was checking his body,” Sakura finally said, crossing her arms across her chest, “his lips and fingertips were blue. Which I’m pretty sure wouldn’t happen if he was already dead.” In which, Kyoko confirmed that it’s true.

Now everyone’s eyes were on Byakuya, who looked disheveled and anxious. He looked like he was at his breaking point, the reality hitting him that he, Byakuya Togami, had killed Chihiro by accident. He didn’t mean to in the slightest, but the chance that he did was eating him up.

Though, the one who looked the least anxious and sad now, was Taka. The weight of grief was lifted off of his chest, that maybe, just maybe, his bro was safe!! Mondo, not so much. He felt a weight of guilt on his own shoulders. He caused Chihiro’s death. It’s his fault. All his fault. He never felt worse. The boy trusted him, and he just- Mondo was thrown out of his thoughts at Monokuma’s voice. “All right!! Time to cast your votes! I will change this a bit!! Whoever has the most votes between Togami and Owada, will be chosen! Now it’s just luck! Puhuhuhu!!”

There wasn’t enough time to actually get a confession. But even they don’t know. Guess it was just luck. The voting time was a lot longer, which they couldn’t choose to be thankful over, or to be fucking terrified. Finally, the votes were in.

Byakuya had the most votes.

The look of horror on Togami’s face was...almost priceless. When Monokuma pulled the slot game to reveal his sprite, they were correct. Byakuya did kill Chihiro. It felt like fiction. Actually, this entire fucking game felt like fiction to them, but it was all real. All the deaths were real. Sayaka, Junko, Leon, and Chihiro were all gone, and Byakuya was next. The tall boy didn’t even want to believe it, his jaw opening and closing as he tried to think of a rebuttal. But it was already decided. Byakuya killed Chihiro, it was over.

They all left their stands, off the court to discuss, but Byakuya was near unresponsive. It was...strange. He always had something sarcastic to say, just like he said to Leon before his execution. It was...quiet. Probably out of shock, no one expected Byakuya to kill someone. Byakuya being a victim, yes, but not him being a murderer. Mondo seemed to have calmed down, well, as much as he could during the situation. Sakura still had to hold him back by the arm so he didn’t commit his own murder right in that trial room.

“Puhuhuu! What a twist!! I do love surprises, isn’t that right Togami?” Monokuma looked down at the man from his seat, “I mean, you do love surprises!” The words were almost taunting Byakuya, beads of sweat trailing down the side of his face. He looked...defeated. Togami didn’t even care that he was going to die, just to be found out, just to be wrong, really hit him like a truck.

No one wanted to say anything, the only words to be heard was Mondo’s hisses of rage and Taka’s reassuring words to his bro. Makoto was the first to say something, “Chihiro would be alive if you didn’t do that stunt, Byakuya.” It caused the taller man to snap his neck to look at Naegi, his gaze being a split of sorrow and...almost anger. Before Byakuya could even respond, Kyoko piped up, “it was stupid of you. I didn’t expect something that disgusting to come from you.” It was harsh, probably the harshest that Kirigiri has been up to that point, but no one could really blame her.

Byakuya felt like he should...apologize, but pride inside of him refrained it. They weren’t good enough to hear an apology, so he stayed silent. It only displeased everyone, Sakura now having to hold back Aoi from smacking him as well. Since the conversation was going nowhere, Monokuma decided to end it himself, “Huh! I thought we were going to get, ‘oooo, I’m so sorry! Forgive me, don’t do this! I need to be there for the Togami’s!” His words were mocking, draping the side of his body over the arm of his chair dramatically before laughing, “buuuut, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you! P-p-p-punishment time!!”

It was almost ceremonial to see Byakuya being dragged off with little to no resistance. He didn’t want to look like a fool, especially the last time they ever get to see him. Kiyotaka would usually look away, hating seeing the death of people who, in his opinion, ultimately didn’t deserve it. But he was the one in the front, watching everything unfold. Mondo tried to get him away, not really wanting Taka to get sad again, but he refused, pulling away from his bro’s touches.

Instead of watching it first hand, they looked up on the big screen. It flickered on, the colours warping to what...seemed to be Byakuya. He was wearing very beat up clothing, filthy with dirt. He was looking down at his attire, a look of pure disgust on his face. He was...a “commoner.” Monokuma popped into the scene, wearing an elementary student uniform. He had a huge pile of rocks, ranging from small pebbles, to near huge stones that he could barely hold. The name of the execution finally appeared on the screen:

Human Disqualification

The music playing in the background was almost somber. Until Monokuma started pelting the stones at Byakuya. Look of pain of agony appeared on Togami’s face as he was forced to endure the hard rocks hitting his skin. Welts and bruises started to appear as time went on.

Stoning someone to death took ages, especially from only one person doing it. But everyone sat in watch. Not like they had other things to do, they weren’t allowed to leave. But people were allowed in. Everyone was so distracted, Aoi cringing every time the stones hit a more sensitive place on Togami. No one spoke a word, but they didn’t have anything to say anyway.

Until they heard the courtroom door open.

It was so sudden, even causing Sakura to jolt slightly from the sudden change of noise. Everyone’s head whipped around to see what has caused it. Definitely not one of them, since they were too entranced by Byakuya’s execution, which was still happening slowly. Small footsteps seemed to have been getting closer, and they were very uneven and tended to scrape on the floor ever so often.

...Chihiro?

The small boy looked rather...sullen. His blood was stained on his clothes and the right side of his face, his neck and wrists bruised from the blood rushing to them. It was...strange. Why was he here? Was this some kind of sick trick that Monokuma was playing? That thought was immediately debunked as Chihiro spoke,

“D-did I...miss something?”

He seemed so confused and...understandably upset. He had woken up in a small pool of his own blood, his neck and wrists sore from the constant pressure of the electrical cord on them, no one around the entire school. He had assumed there was another murder and that he just wasn’t told, so he went there himself.

But everyone was staring at him. It was starting to make him nervous, having so many eyes on him, Byakuya’s execution in the background. Huh, Chihiro didn’t expect him to be able to kill someone. Kyoko was the first to speak up, of course, but even she had a look of shock on her face, “You’re...supposed to be dead. Byakuya killed you,” her voice was still as calm as ever. It was sort of hard to hear her over Yasuhiro’s shrieks of terror at the boy’s “ghost.”

A look of terror appeared on Chihiro, tears filling his big eyes as he looked up at the huge screen, “B-but, I’m not! I-I promise!” It was obvious that he wasn’t dead, but it was mostly to soothe Hiro. But if Chihiro is alive, then Byakuya has no reason to die. Makoto was able to shout loud enough, “M-Monokuma! Chihiro is alive!!” It caused the Monokuma on the screen to turn to the camera, an obvious look of confusion on his face. The robot paused for a moment, not responding, almost like he was...checking that what they were saying was true. He quickly returned, a loud sigh of...annoyance emitting from him as he was forced to stop the execution.

After all, he wasn’t allowed to break his own rules.

Byakuya was quickly let back into the trial room, bruises and cuts all over his body as he was still wearing the “commoner” clothes. He fell to his knees in front of a very confused Chihiro, which caused the small boy to back up a few steps. Togami reached for the boy’s tiny hand, pressing small kisses to his fingers as he apologized. His voice sounded broken and saddened. His ego was just crushed to death. He didn’t even care who was looking, nor how he even looked like in that moment.

Chihiro looked visibly uncomfortable, trying to tell him that it was okay - though it kind of wasn’t - and that he shouldn’t apologize like that. It took Sakura and Aoi to drag Byakuya away by the shoulders, forcing him to let go of the boy’s hand. He didn’t speak to anyone else, still spewing apologies at Fujisaki. It was almost laughable. Surely, Mondo would’ve been laughing straight at his face at it, but the total shock to see Chihiro alive really hit him. He had pulled the small boy close to his chest, his own apologies leaving his lips. The boy welcomed this one a bit more, his cheek resting on his shoulder. Though, Mondo felt like he shouldn’t be forgiven. He had almost killed the boy.

But it was okay for now, they were alive, and somehow Byakuya was able to survive another day. Mondo promised not to beat him alive...yet, as long as Chihiro and Kiyotaka was alive, he was going to be okay.

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Would you ever write - Au Romance - Liam telling Riley the truth about his family ?

AHHHHHHHH, @mom2000aggie, I LOVE YOU! I have been missing my toxic, unhealthy babies and this ask is perfect for bits and pieces I had floating around in my head that didn’t fit into the series (which I plan to return to soon).

I know it was supposed to be a yes or no answer, but I’m feeling extra tonight.

This is a complete standalone set in my UnRomance AU and is NSFW—LIKE A LOT. AND BONDAGE.

There were pre-readers in part, but not calling anyone out. I know who you are, you know who you are. THANK YOU and I love you!

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: All Night, Marika Hackman: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZE3l9Ju9QA

“What do you want to do tonight, Riley?”

Liam’s face wears a slightly bored expression, but there is a smirk on his face and his eyes hold curiosity. We are in the bedroom; a standing lamp in a far corner of the room is lit, spilling yellowish light into the space. The blackout curtains are drawn tightly. Music plays in the background; I know the genre is British punk, but I don’t recognize the song.

He sits on the edge of the bed, tapping ash from his lit cigarette into the crystal ashtray that is placed beside him. The fingers of his free hand absently pull and pinch one of my nipples.

Liam is naked.

As am I.

I am lying on my back across the bed. My legs are widely spread, and my wrists are bound to my calves by heavy rope. My sex and my buttocks are displayed for Liam to do with as he pleases. Ten minutes ago, he had worked a butt plug into my asshole.

Now it is my turn to entertain us.

This is what we do on Friday nights. Date night.

My eyes stare up at the spotless ceiling as I think; after a few moments I answer him.

“I want to play Truth,” I say in a low but steady voice, turning my head to face him.

Silence as he drags on his cigarette. The tip glows orange as our eyes meet. His narrow slightly.

“Tell me the rules of this Truth you speak of.” Smoke exhales from his lips and nostrils.

I swallow heavily. I feel the burn of the rope against my skin, the weight of the plug in my most secret of holes. “We each ask a question. The other person must answer truthfully.”

He grinds what is left of the cigarette out into the ashtray. With a last look at me, he stands and leaves the room. I listen to his footsteps fade down the hall, and I feel disappointment. But he returns shortly with a tumbler of scotch, cream soda, and ice. He lifts his eyebrow when our gazes lock.

He sets the tumbler on the coaster that sits on the nightstand and climbs onto the bed. He gently pushes me up into a sitting position; I make a face as I feel the butt plug invade me further. Liam notices.

“Deep breaths,” he advises.

I know better than to ask him to remove it. Instead, I watch him leave the bed and retrieve the glass; he holds it to my lips, urging me to drink. I do. He takes a swallow, and then pushes me backwards on the bed. I tip over like a weeble-wobble toy.

“No more than three questions; the responder has two minutes max to answer. Not per question … two minutes, Riley.”

“Okay,” I say softly.

“I ask my question first. And we never speak of what we tell each other. The first person who does that has effectively called ‘stop’. On all of this.”

I nod in understanding. I look over when I feel the mattress shift with his weight. The ashtray is gone; I assume it is on the floor. He holds his phone before my face. He has the timer set for two minutes. Again, I nod, this time in agreement. With a smug smile, he asks his question.

“Tell me about your first time.” And he presses the start button.

I close my eyes. “I was 16; it was with a guy in my ROTC class. His name was Steve Young. His nickname was Cowboy.”

I hear the impatient sigh Liam exhales. He doesn’t want specifics about that. I resume my story quickly.

“We were in the gym, it was after basketball practice. We had made out before but had never gone all the way.”

“What were you wearing?” Liam interrupts.

I answer immediately because I remember the outfit vividly. “A white shirt with a Peter Pan collar, a red plaid skirt with the one of those oversized brass safety pins, and white knee socks.”

“Continue,” he commands in a raspy voice.

“We kissed a little, and he took my hand and put it on his crotch. He was hard.”

“Did you touch him the way I’m touching myself?”

I open my eyes and look over at Liam. His hand is fisted around his dick; I see the head leak pre-cum as his hand slowly slides and twists along his length.

“No,” I say with a tinge of regret. “I didn’t know how.”

“What do you remember most about it?”

“Thinking I peed myself when I had an orgasm.”

The timer beeps, and Liam’s hand releases his dick; it’s ramrod straight.

He resets the timer, again showing me. I bite my bottom lip while I try to think of my questions. He looks at me expectantly. “Well? This was your idea, Riley,” he reminds me.

“I know your mother is dead, but what of your father? And who is Leo?”

I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction. His jaw tightens and his eyes grow even darker if that’s possible, but he presses start on the phone before positioning himself between my legs. His hands cover my breasts, his fingers kneading and squeezing the fatty flesh. His dick drives into me as he speaks.

“My mother is dead because my father murdered her when I was 15. He’s in prison. I don’t visit him, but I do send him money.”

His eyes are fixed on mine as he thrusts between his words. His rhythm is almost a staccato, his dick pushing and grinding against my walls. I feel my eyes widen at his words; they grow bigger when I see the look of rage cross his face.

“DON’T!” he yells angrily. “I don’t need your sympathy and I DON’T WANT your pity!”

His eyes are clouded, but I see the slight break in them. His gaze drops from mine as he focuses on his length slipping in and out of me. His hair flops against his forehead, and his breathing grows heavy. Finally he lifts his head so our eyes meet again.

“Leo is my half-brother. His mother abandoned him. When my mother died, he ran away. I give him money to feed his demons.”

He goes back to watching himself fuck me. My heart is breaking for him even as my center prepares to come for him. My eyes glance at the timer. I have 14 seconds left.

“I have one more question left.”

His eyes meet mine briefly. “No. You don’t.”

“Do you love me?” I whisper desperately.

His dick is punishing me now; the burns from the rope are beginning to sting. His hands grab my breasts tightly, his nails digging into my skin. I feel his seed spill into me as the timer goes off.

“Time’s up,” he says as he spurts the last of his orgasm into me.

Still sitting inside of me, he gently removes the butt plug, tossing it onto the floor. He pulls out of my sex and releases me from my bonds. I see angry red marks on my wrists; I feel them on my calves. Liam gives me a scornful look before rising from the bed.

I watch him as he grabs his glass of scotch and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

He does not return that night.

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trippic · 3 years

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“now say aaah.” tripp instructed as he held the cup in his hand. the female that sat next to him opens her mouth wide with her head slightly tilted back. rogue hovered the cup right above her mouth and cocked it down some, pouring some sprite into her mouth. “good girl.” he stated with a burst of laughter while coco was covering her mouth in a try to swallow the drink and not to giggle at the same time. “shit, i hate ya! i almost chocked!” her palm hit tripp’s shoulder and now both of them were sharing a good laughter together.

they were at mc’donalds, higher than jesus, and instead of eating, they were messing with food, and with each other as well. “but did you die?” he smirked and threw a frie at the female. it hit coco right in her chin and fell down into her decollete. “shit, my bad.” tripp fake-sincerely apologizes and leans his face down to her chest, his lips brushing against her smooth skin before his teeth could capture a damn frie. coco’s manicured fingers kept covering her mouth to hold in the loud giggles, but she was failing at doing so. tripp’s mouth fished out a frie and ate it before licking over her bare skin. “you’re such a fool!” coco cupped his face so she could shower his face with kisses which trippie accepted with a mellow grin. rogue took a moment to capture the moment of getting smooches on his ig stories while his other hand snaked right underneath her skirt, finding it’s way to the female’s privacy. she exclaimed out a loud moan and hid her face in rogue’s neck. “can you shut the fuck up, dumb bitch? i’m trying to eat!” an annoyed yell flew at the two from the other side of the room. it was a guy in his twenty something, who was also with a girl. tripp’s face lost all the shades of fun and excitement; instead, it became cold and emotionless. “who the fuck ya just called a dumb bitch, pussy ass?” trippie’s tone was still yet loud enough for the male to hear. “ya hoe, and you too, motherfucker!” the male had something else to say, he kept going on but rogue couldn’t hear him no more. nor did he care. almost pushing coco off himself, he rapidly rose from his seat and headed towards the guy who kept running his mouth. with each new step rogue was getting closer to a lot of trouble for himself. he knew damn well he’s on parole, but at the same time, he didn’t care at all. just like that, just a few wrong words can start the fire of rage, those moments when trippie is not himself anymore. all he could see is his aim, the victim, and here he was, throwing a punch in the male’s face before he could even get up from his seat.

the scene has changed once trippie dragged the male outside. coco was screaming and crying somewhere behind, but rogue was deaf to her begging. his fists gleamed with the mix of the man’s blood, and his own that was pouring through his knuckles. it’s not like the other one haven’t tried to fight back; he did, until the moment when he figured out that this red headed devil is just crazy. the way his fists flew right into the male’s face and under his ribs, it was clear as a day tripp went for a kill. like a pitbull, he wasn’t going to let go until he’s done.

the sound of the sirens. someone screaming. a steal kissing his wrists before clenching onto them tightly. the backseat, where it smells like shit, dirty hoes and vomit. trippie shook his head and finally got back to reality. the wave of rage has disappeared and left trippie all by his lonesome with realization of him being caught by the fucking cops. “fuck!” he growled out and kicked the front seat with his foot. busted. and there’s no one else to blame for that. “fuuuuck...” he murmurs lowly to himself as he throws his head back and closes his eyes. a slow exhale and sequacity with the situation. what’s done is done, he just violated his parole, and he’s going back to jail.

he did it to himself. but, to tripp’s surprise, the car has stopped but not by the police station. it was the secluded area with the old, abandoned warehouses. the place where no one is going to bother you when you need some business done. rogue squinted his eyes some. what in the hell is going on? but he barely had time to think about it, instead, the door opened and his body got pulled out the car and pushed right over it’s hood. “well, well, well, rogue redd. long time no see.” one of the officers walked back and forth in front of him. trippie knew that motherfucker damn well, it wasn’t his first time meeting officer bellic. “yea, i missed ya’ll.” tripp hissed while trying to re-adjust his posture. “fuck ya’ll need?” he questioned and got a hit with a baton in a reply. “language.” bellic smirked while his colleague prepared to deliver another hit in case if trippie might have some more questions. instead, rogue scrunched the side of his face while his wolf like, animal stare focused on bellic. “i don’t care about the son of a bitch you just beat up out there, kid. and guess what, i’ll let you go but we need to have a little chat before that. is that clear?” bellic stopped from his slow pacing and looked down at trippie, who was leaning back against the hood. rogue refused to reply, so bellic continued. “okay. dan hernandez. taykashi. i bet this name is familiar, isn’t it?” bellic chuckled as he kept his eagle, piercing glare on trippie’s face. rogue did his best to show zero emotions, but, he knew that name damn well. his ex-best friend. “me and my friends got so sad after finding out taykashi is no longer with us. such unfortunate. you were probably sad as well, right?” bellic questioned trying to force emotions out of trippie. still, silence. “oh come on, i know you have a lot to say. he was your best friend who ended up snitching on you. you were probably dancing on his grave.” bellic lifts his eyebrow in already annoyed manner, awaiting for trippie to finally speak up. “may his rainbow hair rest in peace.” rogue mumbled through his teeth, something that tickled bellic’s nerves. “you’re being funny again, son? okay, looks like your best friend’s death didn’t bother you that much, but it did bother us. i think you know he was very helpful.” bellic chuckled and then smiled like a damn villain from the cheap, poorly executed cartoon. he saw how tripp’s top lip jerked some. “wait, what’s that? oh, right! he sung like a bird and dropped a few names. your’s included. so here’s my question, kid, and i better get my answers.” in the next moment bellic’s hand grippied around tripp’s throat. “who the hell killed taykashi? i need names, now. was it you?” trippie could feel bellic’s sour breath, he wanted to close his eyes and stop breathing so he won’t smell nor see this pig, but he wasn’t going to do that to please bellic’s ego. “i don’t know. i don’t fucking know!” trippie rasped trying to free himself from bellic’s grip. and, it wasn’t really welcomed by bellic. “stop lying, little motherfucker.” bellic grunted and tossed trippie onto the ground. bellic wasted no time throwing the same question over and over again. trippie wasn’t replying, instead, he tried to cover his head with his arms while bellic and the other officer tried to beat the names or confession out of him. but, they got nothing.

trippie coughed some and spit out the blood. he carefully peeked up. the car was gone. his hands weren’t handcuffed anymore. his body on fire, his busted lip swollen and his clothes all fucked up in the dust. rogue slowly got up and looked around. it will be a long way home, but taykashi was dead and trippie’s laughter boomed through the empty area.

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“Confinement for treating malaise”~ Yoshitsune story

(So this is actually a reward for making Yoshitsune the ‘Best man’ in the Ikemen Genjiden General election held in the celebration of 1st anniversary. Before when I saw Yoshitsune’s naked sprite I felt like Benkei was not feeding him enough. But then when I saw this cg, I was all wrong. He does have a good body.)

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That one evening, when I was helping the maids....

Maid 1: “By the way, Yuno-san used to stay in this building as a hostage, didn’t she?”

Yuno: “Hm? Oh, yes. I did.”

After work, I suddenly find myself talking about my times being a hostage.

Maid 2: “It must be exciting to be a prisoner and fall in love with an enemy general, that too none other than Yoshitsune-sama?”

Maid 3: “I’m sure must have you so many wonderful memories.”

(I’ll feel little shy when you put it like that....)

I could feel my cheeks getting hotter, the more I think about it.

Yuno: “Yes, I did. But at that time, I was so desperate that I probably didn’t have time to enjoy it that much.”

(Because I was worried about being attracted to Yoshitsune-sama while being a member of Shogunate.)

........

At the same time, In Yoshitsune’s room....

Yoshitsune: “There are no more meetings tomorrow, right?”

Yoichi: “I received a letter of apology from the other party. He mentioned that he has a sudden illness.”

Yoichi and Yoshitsune sat face to face while he was giving his report.

Yoshitsune: “Let’s add a sympathy gift to our reply. I’ve got a day free in my schedule, then. Yoichi, I’m postponing my work for the day after tomorrow-----”

Yoichi: “Oh and by the way, I’ve already adjusted most of Yoshitsune-sama’s appointments from now until the day after tomorrow.”

Yoshitsune: “Hm?”

Yoshitsune blinked while Yoichi smiled back.

Yoichi: “You haven’t been giving Yuno much attention lately, have you? You guys have been together for a while now, so you have to be careful not to get tired of it.”

Yoshitsune: “...Tired?”

Yoichi: “Yeah. They say, if a man and a woman have been together for a long time, their relationship won’t have the same freshness as they had in their first time. What would you do, if she says ‘Yoshitsune-sama, I hate you. I’m tired of this...’ then?”

Yoshitsune: “I'll die.”

Yoichi: “That’s extreme. Okay, it was joke. Yuno would never say something like that.”

Yoshitsune looked at Yoichi, who had his eyes down.(He really meant it, even Yoichi got scared for moment!)

Yoshitsune: “......”

Yoshitsune: “How can I avoid that from happening?”

Yoichi: “Eh...well, generally speaking, it’s good to put yourself in a different environment. Then try doing some of the old stuff you did together back then.”

Yoshitsune: “I see. I’ll think about it.”

Seeing Yoshitsune’s serious face, Yoichi laughed mischievously.

.......

(When I think about my time as a hostage in this mansion....I realized that I came a long way.)

When I looked back, my mind flashed memories I had about this place.

Maid 1: “But what now? Now that you have a peaceful life, don’t you find it a bit lacking?”

Yuno: “Hmmmm...”

I wanted to deny it, but I stopped myself...

(It’s not that I’m unsatisfied by any means....)

(If I were to go back in time now....what words would I say to Yoshitsune-sama and what choices would I make?)

We have caused pain to each other and have taken many detours.

(But now that I know Yoshitsune-sama’s heart much more, I wonder if I could have fallen in love better now.)

Maid 1: “Oh.”

(Hm?)

When I was in deep thought, the maid’s voice suddenly interrupted me and I looked up.

Yoshitsune: “..........”

Yuno: “Yoshitsune-sama!”

(Why are you here.....)

The maids turned pale as they saw Yoshitsune-sama’s intimidating expression.

Yoshitsune: “I’m going to be free until the day after tomorrow, so I came to ask you out....”

Yuno: “Hey, did you hear what I just said?”

Yoshitsune: “I understood that you felt something missing in your peaceful life.”

(Oh god, he’s overthinking again and totally misunderstood me...)

Yuno: “No that’s not it. I’m just---”

Yoshitsune: “Its fine. Not need to take it back, I’m not angry with you.....And the others of course.”

He gaze that told ‘you can step back’ was enough for the maids to bow and walk away.

Yuno: “.....Yoshitsune-sama?”

When we were left alone, I looked up at Yoshitsune-sama...

Yoshitsune: “This is good,.”

(Huh)

He pulled me by the wrist and his beautiful face was so close.

Yuno: “What’s good?”

Yoshitsune: “I’m thinking of going back to the start and lock you up forever.”

Yuno: “Ha!?”

And like that he kidnapped me before I myself could process what he just said.

.......

Yuno: “Yoshitsune-sama, where are we......?”

Yoshitsune: “It’s one of a samurai’s residence we have as rebel base.”

I looked around the well furnished and luxurious room that I was in.

Yoshitsune: “They don’t use it much, but maintains it regularly so that we can stay any time.”

Yuno: “Well, I didn’t know there was such a place....”

(But what’s more important than that!)

Yuno: “So....what did you mean by ‘locking me up.’?”

Yoshitsune: “To end the malaise.”

Yuno: “Malaise?”

(What are you talking about!?)

Yoshitsune: “Yoichi advised me about this. A man and woman, who have been together for a long time, may lose freshness in their relationship. Of course , for me you’ll never fade away.”

(Oh....)

His long fingers stretched and scooped my chin. My heart bounced when I saw silent flames flickering in his eyes.

Yoshitsune: “The only way to get rid of that, is to put yourself in a different environment and do the same things we did before... First, I brought you here so I could change the atmosphere. I was just trying to give you a sense of freshness. But I’ve discovered that you find more exciting being a hostage than it is now.”

Yuno: “No, its a misunderstanding..”

(Nn)

He pressed his index finger on my lips to keep me quiet.

Yoshitsune: “To be honest, I was shocked. But now, I’m looking at the problem positively.”

(I feel like this conversation is going in a strange direction....)

Yoshitsune: “If I lock you up in here and give you a taste of what it felt like to be a hostage, then it’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

(What the.....?)

(This is really extreme, but Yoshitsune-sama seems serious.)

That’s how serious I could tell he was about me feelings. I felt a warm feeling in the back of my chest.

Yoshitsune: “Am I thinking wrong?”

Yuno: “Maybe....I’m a little of in general. But I’m very happy about it.”

Yoshitsune: “I see.”(smiling)

As Yoshitsune smiled softly, my cheeks relaxed. And that’s how I ended up being locked up by Yoshitsune-sama for a while.

........

Yoshitsune: “I’m in trouble.”

After changing into our sleeping wear, we sat on the bed facing each other.

Yoshistune: “Are you saying I can’t sleep with you if your a hostage?”(troubled expression)

Yuno: “Now now, that’s what happens when you’re enemies, right?”

(When I think about it, back then we had limited time to meet in the first place, right?)

Once, Yoshitsune-sama was injured in a battle with another country. I took care of that, which barely gave us time to meet.

Yuno: “So...maybe I should go to the other room...”

Yoshitsune: “No...I don’t know what it would be like to only see you for a little while.”

He pulls me closer and hugged me tightly.

(Yoshitsune-sama....)

Yuno: “I feel the same way. We’re alone now and I don’t want to leave.”

When I confessed my true feelings in his ears, my body started getting hot and snuggled up to him.

Yoshitsune: “Thank goodness.”

(Really, this person is....)

Yoshitsune, who is a beast in the battlefield and is worshipped by everyone. A single word from me can shake you up so much.

That fact made my heart ache with sadness.

Yoshitsune: “Yes. I was much more hesitant to touch you back then. When you smile like that, it felt so precious and when I see you gloomy, my heart aches.”

The deep, dangerous voice brought warmth up to my core, flooding me with emotions.

Yoshitsune: “I have this urge I don’t understand....it always confuses me when I tried to touch you.”

Yuno: “But I’m always happy when you touch me. Even before I realized my love for you.”

Yoshitsune: “-----what about now?”

Yoshitsune-sama’s eyes shined dangerously and I felt like I was completely trapped in them.

Yuno: “I’m even more excited now, I know how cool Yoshitsune-sama is now. The happier I get, my love for you only keeps growing. I love you so much that I’m scared even for myself.”

Yoshitsune: “.....Yuno.”

I put me arms around Yoshitsune-sama and hugged him tightly.

Yuno: “I don’t have time to feel bored. The reason I didn’t tell you was....Because I was thinking that if I were to go back to the past, I would be able to make Yoshistune-sama happy even faster.”

Yoshitsune: “.....” (completely red)

Yoshitsune: “The memory of my struggle with my feelings for you is now a treasure to me. But I’m so glad that you feel that way about me. Thank you.”

(oh, I see....)

(Even the scars are part of us now.)

(Because I don’t think I want to lose any of my memories of those days either.)

Our thoughts overflowed, we looked at each other, and slowly Yoshitsune-sama’s face came closer.

Yuno: “Mm.....”

I shuddered at the warmth our lips coming in contact. The tip of his tongue slowly enters my mouth letting me sigh sweetly.

Yuno: “......Mm..ah.....”

I was devoured so deeply that my breath hitched. Our kiss ended with a dreamy wet sound....

Yoshitsune: “I can’t help but want to touch you, just like back then.”

I felt shy, but still nodded my head to Yoshitsune-sama to express the same feeling.

Yoshitsune: “The only difference is that....... I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

(Ah)

I gasped as he pushed me down onto the bed. Yoshitsune-sama frowned slightly, as if he was being swayed by an uncontrollable passion.

Yuno: “.....Yes, I’m already yours, Yoshitsune-sama.”

(My mind, my body, even my beating heart.)

Yoshitsune: “.....”

Yuno: “Mm..Yoshitsune-sama......”

He kisses me on the neck as a sign of possession and his hand crawled over body.

Yoshitsune: “The voice you make now is so adorable. It makes even more precious to think that such a voice could not have been heard in the past.”

Yuno: “.....Don’t say that.”

Yoshitsune: “Why?”

With one hand, he quickly unties my obi and pulls the sleeves down my shoulders. His eyes lit up after seeing my exposed body.

(If I hadn’t been in love with him, I wouldn’t have known that my body could make him happy this way.)

Yoshitsune: “...Yeah, it’s not just your voice.”

He smoothly lifted a bunch of my hair and kissed it gently. He then dropped a kiss on my ear as well.

Yuno: “Mm....”

Yoshitsune: “When I do this, your body trembles sweetly and you also have a dreamy look in your eyes. They are all so lovely and special to me.”

Yuno: “Hmm.....I’m flattered but at the same time embarrassed.”

Yoshitsune: “Don’t worry. You’re beautiful, even down to the way you’re tainted with embarrassment. So keep looking at me....Yuno.”

He whispers to me, and I look into his eyes as if I’m being drown in to it.

(Hm.....)

At the same time, Yoshitsune-sama’s palm slid down to touch my breasts....

Yuno: “Wait.....ahh,,”

When tried to resist, Yoshitsune-sama pried my lips open with his tongue. His hot tongue twirled and a series of hushed voices were drawn out. The core of my head was feeling hazy and I can’t think of anything else.

Yuno: “Yo....”

Yoshitsune: “Don’t like it? Then tell me, will you? Tell me how and where you want me to touch.”

(That’s....)

Yuno: “I can’t say that...”

Yoshitsune: “Please. I want you to know, how I felt when I made love to you for the first time.”

(so unfair.)

Yoshistune: “See, like this......”

His fingers that were tracing my soft curves, pinched my nipple.

Yuno: “Oh..there....”

Yoshitsune: “Feel it.”

Yuno: “Ah,,,,,”

My back bends to the irresistible stimulus of his fingers tracing my soft bulge.

Yuno: “Oh, Mm....You already know everything.”

Yoshitsune-sama has taken control of my body, night after night to a frightening degree.

Yoshitsune: “I know. But I did mention, didn’t I? Tonight, I want to go through your body all over again.”

(If you do that to me....I won’t know anything else.)

There was nothing I could do stop my thoughts from melting. Our bodies joined tightly and all I could do is simply scream at the stimulation being given to me.

Yoshitsune: “I love you, Yuno. Both in the past and in future.”

There was no way a sense of malaise would come to me as long as I’m trapped in Yoshitsune-sama’s arms like this.

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storyofmychoices · 4 years

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A Night Alone

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Characters: Laura (MC); Levi Schuler Book: Mother of the Year Word Count: approx 1,700

Prompts: @choicesoctoberchallenge2020 - Lost ; @choicesficwriterscreations - day 16 [dom/sub]

Warnings: dom/sub, light bondage, oral M to F, lemons 🍋🍋🍋

Rating: This is an EXPLICIT fic, by clicking keep reading you agree to be at least 18 years old. Please do not read if underage or if any of the topics in the warning make you uncomfortable.

A/N: This was inspired by the scene at the bar when MC teases that Levi should use ropes on her.

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Laura leaned against the brick wall in the dim alley outside the venue. Her left leg bent beneath her, foot pressing against the wall, waiting for Levi to grab his guitar and return to her. The bright screen of her phone illuminated the space around her. It was late, certainly past her bedtime, but she knew Lily was with Luz so chances were the two of them were still awake causing all sorts of havoc.

“Good night, my sweet Stargirl. Remember it’s a ‘sleepover’, which includes the sleeping part 😉. I love you, Lily 😘.”

She knew better than to wait for an immediate reply. Thankfully, when the girls were together, they found other ways to entertain themselves away from technology.

His hand fell against the wall beside her head. “You look lost, Kitten.”

Her bare shoulders fell further back, rubbing against the rough surface. She bit the corner of her lip, “I think I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Levi drifted closer, his large frame boxing her in. The mutual heat between their bodies grew and radiated between them. “What’s a pretty, little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

The whites of her eyes seemed to grow larger through her innocent gaze. “Waiting for you.”

“Is that so?” He lifted her chin with a curl of his long finger. “And why is that?”

“I was wondering if you were taking applications for groupies.” Laura’s fingers danced up his chest teasingly. Laura smirked as his breathing shifted under the simple touch. She pressed off the wall, closing the gap between them. She shifted the collar of his unbuttoned shirt to the side, lowering her lips to the crook of his neck. “I have a lot to offer, sir.”

The heat of her breath was intoxicating, but that final word caused him to come undone. He tangled his fist in her hair, pulling her until their lips crashed together. His tongue darted into her mouth desperate for more. He shifted her back until she leaned firmly against the wall, his body completely covering hers.

She reached to tangle her own fingers into his thick hair, but he caught her wrists quickly and pinned them above her head.

He pressed another hungry kiss at her mouth. “Did I tell you that you can touch me?”

Her head fell against the coarse surface. “No, sir.”

He left a searing trail of kisses down her throat. “If you wish to be my groupie, then you need to know your place. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Laura’s eyes darkened, needing more.

“Good girl. Come with me then; I have lots of plans for you.”

Her body trembled excitedly at his words. She took his hand and followed him to his car.

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They barely got the door to his apartment closed before tangling back together. Hands and mouths moved sloppily across their skin as articles of clothing were thrown around, leaving a trail to the bedroom.

He paused only a moment, his chest rising and falling as he drank in her naked form. “God you’re beautiful, Laura. I can’t believe you’re mine. You don’t even know the things you do to me.”

A warmth rushed to her cheeks. “What are you going to do about it?”

A low growl escaped his parted lips as he pushed her onto the bed, crawling on top of her, forcing her to position herself as he desired. Picking up where they ended before, he trailed hot kisses across her collar bone. His hands greedily running over her delicate curves.

“Levi,” she breathed. Her fingers threaded through his hair, urging his mouth lower.

“What did I say, kitten?”

She pouted, finding her hands once more pinned above her head. She whimpered, “no touching.”

“At least you can remember it.” He held both of her wrists easily with one hand while reaching for the rope he had beside the bed. “Hopefully, this will remind you of the only rule I gave you my pet.”

Laura’s body rushed with a burning fire as he knotted the rope around her wrists tying her to the headboard. She pulled at them lightly, testing the restraints.

Without waiting for a response, Levi lowered himself over her again. His lips ghosting her neck, whispering in her ear. “You belong to me now.”

He didn’t even need to touch her for her body to shiver in reply. “Yes, sir.”

He nipped at her ear, his hand cascading over her perky breasts. “I want to hear you say it.”

She was already getting dizzy from the low, dominant tone of his voice, melting at every syllable he uttered.

His thumb brushed over her hardened peak. “Don’t be shy, Kitten. Tell me whose you are.” He repeated the gesture to the other breast, her aching body desperate for more attention. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir. I belong to you.” Laura finally responded between shaky breathes.

“Good answer.” He lowered his mouth to her breast, taking it in. His tongue traced circles around where she wanted his attention most, savoring every whimpered sound escaping her lips.

He laughed at her growing neediness. The moment he shifted his focus to her hardened peak, her body arched for him. “What a desperate little kitten you are.”

Her nipple ached against the cool apartment air when he released it from his grasp.

Before she had time to complain, his mouth wrapped around the other one, flicking her peak with his tongue.

His fingers trailed down her stomach, teasing her inner thighs. Her legs bucked, trying to shift him where she wanted. She pulled in vain at her restraints.

Levi stroked her inner thigh, just below her dripping mound. “Stay still, or next time, your wrists won’t be the only thing restrained.

Laura moaned at his words, a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her.

“Does that excite you?” His fingers fondled her wet folds.

She swallowed hard, getting out of her head to be able to reply. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, remember the rules. You may not come before I say. You are mine and I control this beautiful body of yours. Do you understand?”

Laura nodded eagerly. “Yes, Levi—sir. Please.”

“So needy and all mine.” He lowered his mouth to her warmth, closing his eyes and savoring the scent of her arousal, knowing he caused every drop of it. His tongue slipped in, lapping up his first taste. He hummed letting it rest on his tongue.

She moaned softly, her eyes heavier as she watched him between her legs.

His tongue pressed deeper, swirling around collecting more of her.

Sparks shot through her body spreading from her core as he flicked over her clit. His name shuttered from her lips, her back arching again under the touch.

He grasped at her hips holding her still and burying his face further into her warmth, giving her sensitive bundle of nerves all the attention they deserved. Her gentle cries of pleasure begged him on. He sucked gently at first, before becoming overwhelmed by her and needing to hear her scream for him. His efforts were rewarded, her body thrashing as she held out as he had asked her to.

Her breathing became labored, her eyes no longer able to stay open. She threw her head back, whimpering. “Please. I can’t—”

“You can and you will.” He commanded sternly, watching as a sheen of sweat glistened her quivering flesh.

Her hands lashed out looking for something to grasp on to, something to ground her as she held on for him. She pulled herself up a bit, holding tightly onto the ropes. Her back completely arched toward him.

He felt her thighs trembling and tightening around him. He offered a few deep kisses to her, flicking her clit one last time. “Come for me, beautiful.”

She cried out, desperate for release. She didn’t even try to quiet her noises as she let herself go.

His tongue remained inside of her, gathering every drop of arousal she offered him as her body pulsed and clenched around him.

He moved beside her, brushing her wet hair from the side of her face. “You are a work of art, Laura. I don’t know how I got to be so lucky. I love you.”

She rested her head on him, as he pulled her closer. “I feel the same way about you. I love you, Levi.”

Her breathing slowed, resting in his arms. “Levi?”

He brushed a tender kiss over her temple. “Yes.”

“Aren't you forgetting something?” She pulled at her restraints, smiling coyly.

He propped himself up, his gaze tracing over every inch of her body, splayed out all for him. A devilish smirk pulled on his lips. “Only if you assume we’re done playing.” His gaze darkened, his tone dropping, dripping with dominance once more, “and I assure you my pet, we’re far from that.”

He slipped off his boxers, freeing his hardened length.

Her eyes were drawn immediately to him, sucking her bottom lip subconsciously at the sight.

“Can you take more?” He moved between her legs, letting his tip brush over her swollen folds.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded eagerly, eyes transfixed on him.

“Good, because we’re far from finished. I’m going to make you come again... and again.”

She raised a questioning brow at the second again.

“All in good time, Kitten.” He slid himself further in, circling her hole, enjoying her hooded gaze.

Laura spent all day, every day, being in charge of making all of the decisions, shouldering the responsibilities for her and Lily, making sure that everything was as together as it could be; with him, letting go was easy. No one had ever made her feel as good (and loved) as Levi. She could do this all night, and she had a feeling that they just might. After all, it wasn’t every night Lily was out at a sleepover, giving them a night alone.

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just-horrible-things · 3 years

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‘Verse: Resistance Story: Unlikely Salvation, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Arc 1, Day 2

Truce, pt3 [ First | Pt1 | Prev | Next ]

Yesterday she asked for ‘egg something’, so Alex gets the interrogator scrambled eggs for breakfast, with a sausage and two slices of toast. Coffee as well.

She hasn’t moved when he gets back. He wouldn’t believe that she could move if he hadn’t seen her reach for the phone. And she made it all the way from the car. Alex feels no better than a torturer himself when he thinks about how he asked her to walk on those broken legs and shattered feet. How she shook like a leaf against his body, how her eyes went dead and distant.

How could Taryn do this to anyone, even in anger? Hasn’t she seen enough suffering?

He shakes the thoughts out of his head before they can overwhelm him. The interrogator has lifted her head to look at him, but she lets it drop back to the covers. Her face is wet with tears again, and Alex wishes he could do more for the pain.

“I brought you breakfast,” he tells her. “Thanks,” she acknowledges, unmoving. Alex brings it to the end table beside the bed. She turns her head to watch with her exhausted, bloodshot eyes. There is an awkward pause. “I can’t eat without help,” she points out bitterly. Alex winces. He has been afraid to suggest the indignity of feeding her. But that’s almost permission. Perhaps even a command.

His hands shake as he picks up a forkful of egg and brings it to her mouth. There’s a hint of colour in her cheeks -- flushed patches high on her cheekbones competing with the greyish pallor of agony. But she opens her mouth and takes the food without complaint.

“Thank you,” she says after swallowing.

As the fear of reprisal fades back into the background, Alex becomes the healer again. She needs food and he is giving it to her. What could be more simple. She is a cooperative patient, taking pieces of sausage delicately from the fork with her teeth, and the meal is soon finished without incident.

“Thank you,” she says again. “You’re welcome.” Only after the words have left his mouth does Alex wonder if the automatic response might be taken as mockery. She can’t do anything to him, he reminds himself.

Besides, she doesn’t look angry.

Alex tidies up. He gets breakfast for himself. He takes another hot shower to try and drive the ice out of his bones. All the while she stays still and silent. Her eyes track him whenever he’s in sight, keeping him wound tightly with tension. He keeps expecting demands from her, or mockery and derision. But she says nothing. It’s almost worse. He doesn’t know what she’s thinking. Except, of course, all the things that everyone thinks when they are in that much pain, like wishing it would stop.

“We -- uhm -- should move on soon,” he starts eventually. “If a-anyone’s looking for us, we don’t -- I don’t want anyone to catch up with us…” He trails off. Her eyes are wide and pitiful with fear. Her teeth catch her lower lip for a second, then she seems to catch herself and her lips press together in a tight line.

Alex’s stomach drops. He thinks of the many, many breaks that his magic has barely touched. He thinks of the engine rumble, and the way she wept and struggled to breathe as he drove.

“... maybe tomorrow,” he says. “I-I’ll heal you some more later -- when I have some m-magic back -- I’m not holding back on you, I promise. We’ll stay here today and tonight and -- I guess tomorrow we’ll… see how it goes.” “Okay,” she agrees quietly.

Alex doesn’t know what else to say. There’s not much he can do for her like this, with his lungs aching and his wrists itching. He can’t give her more magic, not yet. Not if he wants to be able to do anything meaningful for her later. But her gaze feels like an accusation. He can’t stand the way it follows him, judging his indecision, scrutinising his every move.

The keys to the door are in his pocket but he still feels trapped. And it only gets worse with time.

“I’m going out,” he tells her shortly. “I’ll -- try to find some medicine for you.” “Okay,” she agrees. He can’t get out of the building fast enough.

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Split - Deep End (Chapter 2)

Characters belong to Pixelberry

Title inspiration: Deep End - Ruelle

Summary: A change in the King’s behavior becomes the catalyst to revealing secrets buried beneath the surface.

Warning: This series will contain sensitive and NSFW material. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+.

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A/N: Huge thanks to @dcbbw for beta reading and your help/suggestions, and to @burnsoslow for reading snippets and helping with Drake!

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“Why....why can’t I remember?” Liam’s expression and voice were laced with worry as he stared at Alexandria, his eyes searching hers.

“Hey,” she leaned forward and cupped his face in her hands, “take a breath.” Liam closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath as she said, wrapping his large hand around her small wrist as he slowly let it out. He opened his eyes and looked at her again. “It...it’s ok. It’ll come to you, you just...have been under some stress and seem to have had a rough night.” She wasn’t sure whether she was trying to convince Liam or herself of the words she had just said. If it was the same as last time, it wouldn’t come to him.

“I...I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “Alex, I’m so sorry.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll figure out a way to keep the council off our backs about the alliance. I promise...I’ll think of something.”

She was hesitant about how he was going to pull that off, especially with Madeleine around and constantly bringing it up, but she nodded, not wanting to put too much pressure on him. “Ok.” She scanned over his face, her thumbs brushing against the stubble on his cheeks. “Are you ok?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Are you sure?” Liam nodded again and Alexandria leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss. “I love you, Liam,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied, resting his forehead against hers for a moment before drawing back.

“I have to head down to my study and go over some final arrangements for the Children’s Hospital opening ceremony tomorrow. I shouldn’t be too long.”

“I should get some work done too. Will you meet me for lunch?”

“Of course,” she softly smiled.

“Ok, we’ll meet on the terrace around noon?”

“I’ll be there,” she nodded. Liam placed a soft kiss to Alexandria’s lips before she went to go shower.

As soon as he heard their bedroom door close, Liam stood and moved towards the door to their quarters, the panic he was feeling and holding in beginning to fill him as he walked out and headed to his study. Why can’t I remember? As he made his way down the corridors he struggled as he tried to put the pieces together, trying to think of what would make him suddenly decide to bring up the alliance talks in front of the council, especially without discussing it with his wife first. Alexandria was right, they had both agreed that not only were they not interested in the type of alliance that Auvernal and Montiserro were offering them, but they weren’t ready for one at all at the moment, even if their terms were to change to suit Cordonia.

Once inside his study, Liam leaned back against the door after closing it, his palms pressed against the wood. Now that he was alone he could feel everything he’d been trying to hold in seeping out. He pushed himself off the door, his heart racing, and his palms were beginning to sweat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried like hell to remember. He moved to his desk, lowering himself in his chair as he attempted to retrace his steps.

“She...she brought up the council meeting,” he whispered to himself as he drummed his fingers across the mahogany surface, referring to Madeleine being in his study and their brief conversation. It was the last moments he remembered from the day before everything started to become fuzzy. “She mentioned...she mentioned the alliance...I told her no...” He abruptly stood from his chair, pushing it back into the wall as he walked around his desk and began to pace the floor, lacing his fingers behind his head. “I told her no...I said no to the alliance talks.” His hands slid from the back of his head to his temples as he squinted his eyes tightly shut. “I said no!” He shouted. He continued to repeat the words in a mantra, each one getting quieter than the one before it until it was just a whisper on repeat. He was unsure at that point if he was trying to convince himself that he had told Madeleine no to the alliance discussions or if he had specifically said those words to her. “I said no,” he said with more certainty, his jaw slightly clenching, “I.said.no!” His breathing started to become heavy as he continued to repeat the words. He stopped his pacing and ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around the room, his eyes falling on the bar cart. “She asked about having a drink...”

Everything was blank after that first drink. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he attempted to force himself to concentrate, he couldn’t get anything to come to him. He stared at the almost empty bottle of scotch that sat there, feeling the urge to pour himself a finger just to calm his rising nerves. He stared at the bottle long and hard, weighing his options. It was morning, but it might take the edge off. He and Alexandria had just spoken about him drinking the day before, but this would just be one small glass, a few swallows at most. Just one. He swiftly moved to the bar cart, his slightly trembling hand grabbing the neck of the bottle and pouring himself a small finger. He set the bottle down, but before he could lift the glass in his hand, his head snapped over to the door when he heard a knock.

****

Alexandria had busied herself for the past few hours, making last minute arrangements for the opening of the new Christen’s Hospital wing and going over her speech once again. She had been trying to keep her mind occupied and off of her and Liam’s conversation earlier, off of the fact that he couldn’t remember. It worried her, but she was trying to force herself to believe the words she had said to Liam: It’s ok. It’ll come to you.

Once she had finished what work she needed to, with a little time to spare, she decided to head to the terrace and wait for Liam to meet her for lunch. When Alexandria stepped out of her study, she ran smack into Drake’s broad chest as he walked the corridor. “Hey, Brooks,” he chuckled, “my bad. You ok?”

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t see you. What are you up to?”

“Just came in from the stables to grab something to eat. Want to come with me?”

“I’m actually meeting Liam for lunch in a little bit.”

“No worries. What’s he up to today?”

“Oh, uh...just...getting some work done in his study.”

Drake sensed the change in Alexandria’s tone of voice and took notice of the way her eyes flickered down to her feet when she answered him. “Everything ok?” He asked, his brows slightly furrowing.

Alexandria looked up meeting Drake’s gaze. She had never told anyone about Liam’s behavior after his father’s death, but seeing as it seemed to be happening again, she began to wonder if it happened even before that first time she witnessed it, if anyone else had ever noticed. She glanced around to make sure there were no staff or anyone else around before turning back to him. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“You’ve known Liam since you were kids...I’m sure you’ve seen him stressed before...”

“Oh yeah, plenty of times,” he chuckled.

“Did...did he ever...” she paused for a moment, picking her words carefully, “did he ever act differently? Like...shut people out? Or maybe...drink a little more than normal to try and deal with his stress?” She was afraid to divulge too much personal information. Granted, Drake was Liam’s best friend, but it wasn’t her place to tell Drake everything, not unless it became absolutely necessary.

Drake let out a breath as he thought back, staying silent for a moment before answering. “Not that I can think of, at least not anything that would come off as alarming. And I’ve seen him at his worst...when I came back from college after the assassination attempt. That was the most stressed and on edge I’ve ever seen him...and during the engagement tour when we were trying to clear your name, but during those times he was still Liam.” He looked at her for a moment, “Why? Is everything ok?”

“Of course,” Alexandria tried to brush it off, “he’s just been a little off lately, probably working too hard,” she offered a small smile.

“It’s probably just the stress of running a country,” he responded, but the words didn’t help ease Alexandria. A part of her knew that was what he was going to say. “Sounds like he needs a vacation,�� Drake chuckled.

“That would be ideal,” she nodded as she glanced down at her watch. “Alright, I have to do a few more things before my lunch, but I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Sure thing, Brooks.”

****

Alexandria let out a heavy sigh as she sat at the table on the terrace. Her arm was propped up by her elbow with her hand pressed against her cheek, her legs crossed and her foot bouncing in sync with the ticks of the secondhand on the outdoor clock she was staring at. Liam was late for their lunch. He wasn’t just a little late, he wasn’t fashionably late, he was over an hour late. And he hadn’t called or messaged to tell her that he was going to be running behind either.

After waiting another twenty minutes, she decided to go see what he was up to. Perhaps he got stuck on a phone call, or someone stopped in needing to speak with him and he was stuck in an impromptu meeting he didn’t plan on and had simply lost track of time.

Alexandria knocked when she came to Liam’s study and leaned into the door in an attempt to see if he was speaking with someone. She heard him call for her to enter and opened the door, stopping short when she saw him. Liam was leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk, and crossed at his ankles with a glass of scotch in his hand.

He looked over and raised his brow with a subtle smirk. “My Queen...”

“Liam...what are you doing?” She threw her hands up, “You were supposed to meet me for lunch over an hour ago, but you’re sitting in here having a drink instead? After our conversation this morning?”

“Something came up,” he said calmly with a soft shrug of his shoulders before taking a sip of his drink.

Alexandria stared at him, her brows creasing. Liam was a far cry from the remorseful man he was just a few hours ago when they spoke. She could feel the sting behind her eyes and the tightening in her chest, but she wasn’t sure if it was from sadness, frustration, or both. She let out an exasperated breath as she moved towards him. She leaned across the desk in an attempt to grab the glass of liquor from his hand but he pulled away from her.

Liam let out a wry chuckle as he moved his feet off the desk and planted them on the floor, giving her a contemptuous look. “You overstep, my Queen,” he spoke in a taut voice before draining the rest of the amber liquid. He rose from his chair and Alexandria’s gaze locked with his as he slowly made his way around the desk and up to her, his tall frame towering over her. The way he was looking at her made her feel slightly nervous. There was something lingering behind his piercing blue eyes, something arrogant and intimidating, perhaps even devious. His hand came up to brush across her cheek, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes scanned over the details of her face. “You are gorgeous,” he whispered, contemplatively and so softly that it was as if he was speaking to himself. His hand gripped her arm just a little bit too tightly before snaking around to the small of her back, pulling her to flush to him; he locked eyes with her once again. “But you will learn to respect your King.”

Alexandria’s eyes slightly widened at both the implied threat and the tone of his voice. Her lips parted to speak, but the words were stuck in her throat. She swallowed thickly in an attempt to regain her voice. “Liam...what is going on with you? Why...why are you acting this way?”

“And what way is that, love?” He asked, so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her lips. “I’m just simply reminding you to respect your King.” She looked away from him, but Liam’s hand gently grabbed her jaw, forcing her gaze back to him. He leaned down and kissed her hard, his hand pressing even more firmly into her back, keeping a stronghold on her as their bodies pressed together. When they parted, he stepped back with a smirk before turning and moving back to his desk, “I’ll meet you shortly.”

Alexandria stood rooted in place with her heart racing, feeling that tightness in her chest as she tried blinking away the tears. She watched him lower himself into his chair. His brow quirked when he looked at her with a questioning expression, dismissing her even more effectively than his words did. She remained silent as she turned and exited his study.

Alexandria let out a shuddered breath as she hastily walked down the corridors towards the quarters she shared with Liam. She kept looking back over her shoulder, almost as if she were afraid that Liam was following her. She couldn’t get that look in his eyes out of her head, wondering what had happened between that morning and now that caused the sudden shift in him to take place. She didn’t stop until she reached their rooms. The door slammed shut as she pressed her back up against it, bowing her head as her tears began to fall. She closed her eyes, the tightening in her chest getting worse as she thought back on what Liam had just said: you will learn to respect your King. She wasn’t sure why it was said or what exactly he meant by it, but if she were being honest, that moment in his study just now was the first time she ever felt frightened by Liam.

****

Later that evening, Liam walked the corridors leading from his study to the royal quarters, stopping every few moments to lean against the wall, willing his throbbing headache away. He had blacked out again; he awoke, his head slowly lifting from his desk as confusion filled him. Once his vision cleared and the room stopped spinning, he checked his watch and saw it was well past the time he and Alexandria were supposed to meet for lunch. He couldn’t remember if they had indeed met, once again missing blocks of time. He remembered coming to his study after his and Alexandria’s conversation that morning. He remembered trying to retrace his steps from the day before. Everything was blank after that.

Liam was worried. He didn’t understand what was happening to him; why he kept blacking out. Why chunks of his time...his very life...were disappearing. And he was worried about what Alexandria was going to say, especially given their conversation that morning. He was trying to force himself to believe that the earlier conversation with her, mixed with him pushing himself to try and remember, triggered his stress that morning. For now, he planned to keep this...episode to himself for the time being. He wasn’t going to tell her he had blacked out again; he wasn’t going to tell her why he felt stressed because then he would have to admit that he was worried. Also, he didn’t want to worry Alexandria more than she already was. The only problem with his plan was that because he couldn’t remember, coupled with what had transpired the day before, Liam wasn’t sure if he had seen her during this lapse of time and if he had done something again.

Liam made it to the door of his quarters, briefly squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a breath before opening it and stepping inside. When he rounded the corner to the living area, Alexandria was in her pajamas, seated on the sofa with her knees tucked to her chest. She looked over upon hearing him, her troubled eyes locking with his. “Hello.”

“Hi...” Alexandria continued to stare at him, trying to determine which Liam was standing before her now. The softness in his eyes and tentative expression he was wearing told her it was her Liam, not the one she met in his study a few hours ago.

Liam lightly cleared his throat. “You...you didn’t meet me for lunch...”

Alexandria’s expression hardened at his words. “Are you serious right now?” She demanded. He knew at that moment that something had happened, that he had done something; her facial expression and tone of her voice told him it had not been a good thing.

“I…” he trailed off, knowing that anything he said would more than likely make no sense because he couldn’t remember.

Alexandria shifted on the sofa, turning her body to face him. “You blacked out again...didn’t you?”

“No, I-” he paused squeezing his eyes shut as his head began to throb.

“So, on top of everything else going on, you’re going to stand there and lie to me as well?” Her voice cracked slightly, and Liam opened his eyes looking at her with regret.

“Alex, I...I’m sorry. I...I didn’t want to worry you.”

“What happened, Liam?” She ground the words out tightly.

“I don’t know...” he breathed. She could hear the slight panic in his tone as his eyes began to dart back and forth trying to force himself to remember.

“Do you have a headache?” Concern mixed with the anger and frustration in her voice. Liam nodded as he closed his eyes again. “And you don’t remember anything about this afternoon?” Liam shook his head as he looked back at her. When she mentioned the afternoon, he could see a brief flicker of nervousness in her eyes, causing him to worry even more about what he may have done or said. “Okay,” she said slowly, “what do you remember?”

“This morning...”

Alexandria knew she needed to tell Liam about what happened but thought it would be better to ease into it instead of just blurting out his earlier behavior. Instead, her frustration caused her to volley question after question at her husband. “So start where it goes blank. What happened before that? Were you drinking again? Did something happen that maybe could have triggered-”

“I don’t know!” Liam’s voice raised as he interrupted her. The questions she continuously threw out were causing him to get agitated as they filled him with more panic. Immediate regret filled him for the way he spoke to her, not knowing where the sudden irritation was coming from. “I’m sorry...” he swallowed nervously as he moved to sit next to her on the sofa. He took her hand in his, Alexandria able to feel his hand tremble slightly as his clammy palm pressed against hers. “I just...want to give myself some time to see if it comes to me...” He looked away from her, feeling this shame wash over him. He felt as though he was failing her. “I think...I just need to lay down...perhaps a decent night’s sleep will help...” He leaned over and softly kissed her forehead before rising from the sofa and heading to their bedroom.

Alexandria stared at the hallway as he disappeared from view, feeling the tears prick her eyes once again. She let out a sharp breath as she turned on the sofa and dropped her head forward. What is happening to him?

*******

Liam finished knotting his tie as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, getting ready for his day. He felt somewhat refreshed when his alarm went off early that morning after what seemed to be a night of restful sleep, but he was still worried about what may or may not have happened the day before because Alexandria wasn’t next to him when he woke. In fact, her side of the bed was seemingly untouched.

Liam exited the bedroom and headed out to the kitchen to get some coffee. When he entered the room, Alexandria was standing at the counter, dressed and ready for her day with a cup of coffee gripped between her hands. “Good morning,” he softly spoke as he approached her.

“Morning...”

“You were up early.”

“I was...” I couldn’t sleep...again.

Liam nodded as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “What time did you come to bed last night?”

“I didn’t.” Her tone had a...weariness to it. Liam turned, knitting his brows in question. “I slept in one of the spare rooms.”

After Liam left her the night before, Alexandria began to feel nervous; with what was happening with Liam, with how he had been acting. She decided she was more comfortable sleeping alone. Liam was already sound asleep when she passed by their bedroom; she lingered a moment in the doorway, watching him sleep. She then kept walking, sticking with her decision to sleep in one of the spare rooms. When she slipped beneath the cold comforter, her heart felt heavy, suddenly feeling the weight of what was going on as she laid there alone. It hurt knowing she felt more at ease away from him when he was supposed to be her safe space.

Liam’s brows raised in surprise hearing that Alexandria didn’t sleep in their bed, that his wife chose to sleep somewhere else. He suddenly became acutely aware at that moment that not once since he stepped into the kitchen had Alexandria even looked at him. “Alex...” Her name came out just above a whisper as he stepped towards her. “What did I do?” She finally looked up at him for the first time. “Yesterday...what did I do? I know I must have done something to upset you enough where you didn’t want to come to bed with me.” She could hear the worry in his voice and see it in his eyes as he looked at her pleadingly.

She let out a soft breath. “We need to talk about what’s going on with you, Liam. But I can’t do it right now. I have to give my speech at the Children’s Hospital ceremony this morning and I need to be composed and focused to do so.”

“Will you come to me when you get back?” She looked away from him, hesitant to answer. “Please, Alex...I’ll clear my afternoon. I know we need to, and I want to talk...”

“I’ll stop by your study when I get back,” she answered quietly. “But I‘m not going to attempt a conversation with you if you have a single drink beforehand, Liam. So I’m asking you to refrain from doing so.”

“Of course.” Liam gently cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head up, his blue eyes soft and warm and filled with regret. “I love you, so much. And I’m...I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry for what?” Liam stared at her unable to answer because he wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for other than his behavior in general. Behavior that he couldn’t remember. Alexandria could see the confusion in his expression, knowing he had no recollection of what he was saying sorry for. Tears began to dance in her eyes as they continued to stare at one another. “I’m worried about you, Liam,” her voice broke and her lip trembled as she spoke. “And I know whether you want to admit it or not, that you’re worried too.”

Liam wrapped his arms around her, holding her head to his chest. She was right: he was worried; he was scared. But he was supposed to be the strong one. He needed to be strong. He promised to always carry her, to carry them, and he couldn’t fail in that promise. But wasn’t he? He was telling himself that this was all happening due to stress, that he just needed to keep himself relaxed. “I don’t want you to worry about me,” he whispered before kissing the top of her head. He drew back to look at her. “Go to the ceremony, I will clear my schedule and will be waiting for you when you return.” The sincerity in his tone made Alexandria feel slightly better and she nodded her head. Liam leaned down softly pressing his lips to hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

****

After giving her speech and doing some press ops for the opening ceremony of the new wing at the Children’s Hospital, Alexandria arrived back at the palace just after lunch. Liam had messaged her before she had given her speech, wishing her luck. She had tried to prepare herself for her talk with him on the drive back, trying to decide which direction this discussion was going to take, but really, with his behavior as of late, there was no telling.

Alexandria approached Liam’s study where he told her to meet him and knocked on the door. After a moment of not hearing anything, she opened it and stepped inside, finding the room empty. She could already feel the wave of disappointment washing over her. When she stepped out and back into the hallway, she saw Bastien walking towards her. “Bastien, do you know where Liam is?”

“He just left for a meeting, ma’am.”

Alexandria’s jaw tensed. “Did...did he mention anything to you this morning about clearing his schedule this afternoon?”

“He did, ma’am. But then he said he needed to take this meeting with Countess Madeleine and he left.”

Alexandria closed her eyes, letting out a breath. “Oh...thank you.”

“Is everything alright, Your Majesty?” Bastien asked.

“I...I don’t really know how to answer that, Bastien.” She could feel that lump forming in her throat. “If...if you see him, tell him I stopped by when I returned.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

****

Drake walked through the palace halls after coming inside from the stables to grab a quick lunch. Since his conversation with Alexandria the day before, he had been unable to stop thinking about why she would ask him about Liam in the manner that she did. He felt as if there was more to her reason than what she told him, more to the story that she wasn’t saying. It wasn’t as though Alexandria and Liam’s marriage was any of his business, but they were two of his closest friends and he wanted to make sure they were ok. So he headed towards Alexandria’s study once he had finished eating, just to check on her.

When Drake peered into Alexandria’s opened study door, he saw her standing in front of the window with her back to him. “Hey, Brooks.” Alex turned around to see Drake; he could tell from the expression on her face something was wrong.

“Oh, hey...” She tried to make her voice light-hearted but failed miserably.

As she and Drake stared at each other, he noticed her eyes were slightly puffy, evidence that she had been crying not too long ago. The worry in his expression deepened to concern. He took a tentative step inside. “Alex...what’s wrong?” She shook her head and turned, feeling the tears prick her eyes. Drake came up behind her, moving to her side. “Hey, talk to me...”

She glanced up at him, her expression a mixture of anxiousness and sadness. “It’s Liam...” she said in a broken voice.

Drake motioned to the bench seat in front of the large window, and they both sat. “What about Liam?”

Alexandria looked over at him, waging an internal battle of what to tell Drake, if she should say anything. After a few moments, she decided to talk to Drake, needing to confide in someone about what was happening with Liam. Again. And that it seemed to be worse than before. “What I am about to say is in strictest confidence, Drake. It has to stay between us.” Alexandria held one of Drake’s hands in hers, her eyes and voice both pleading and serious. Drake nodded slowly. He had never seen Alexandria this grave before. He swallowed as he braced himself for the revelation. Alexandria bit her lip as she removed her hand from Drake’s and began twisting hers together in her lap. “This actually began on the Unity Tour; it was almost as if Liam switched personalities. He would go from being serious and stoic to not behaving like himself at all...as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He seemed to drink more...a lot more. He was headachy often and had trouble remembering things. He would get agitated fairly easily and seemed really on edge. I thought it was due to the stress from the attacks and Constantine’s death. It only lasted a couple of weeks and then he was back to normal, so I never said anything. And things have been fine, he’s been fine...until just recently. He seems to be drinking more again and the personality splits are back.”

“What do you mean personality splits? Give me an example.”

“He just...is the opposite of himself. He does and says things he wouldn’t ever normally do or say. You know that we’ve received alliance offers...” Drake nodded his head at her statement. Liam had talked to him about the offers they had received from Auvernal and Montiserro and how he felt about them. “At the council meeting the other day, he announced he was open to an alliance and asked Madeleine to facilitate initial talks...”

Drake’s expressions went between concern and disbelief at hearing Alexandria’s words. He hadn’t noticed that vast of a difference in Liam; had he been overlooking something? He thought back to the Unity Tour, but he didn’t recall anything untoward with Liam or his behavior. Of course, Drake hadn’t spent much time alone with Liam during the tour because he and Alexandria were busy rallying the support of the court.

Since hearing that both Auvernal and Montiserro were breathing down Cordonia’s neck about a marital alliance with a child his friend had not yet conceived, Drake had seen the worry lines in Liam’s forehead and noticed how his smiles never quite reached his tired eyes. He knew Liam was sometimes up late into the night if the light peeking from beneath his study door was any indication. However, nothing he saw had given him any reason to worry. He clearly hadn’t seen what Alexandria had behind closed doors.

“Is there anything else?” He questioned Alexandria.

Alexandria’s eyes met Drake’s briefly before looking at something to the left of him. She wondered if she should tell Drake about how Liam’s displays of affection had gone from soft, tender, and sweet to public, coarse, and just a tad...repulsive. Or about his behavior in his study the day before and what he said to her. She shook her head slightly, “No. That’s it. But, Drake...this time,” her voice cracked as she paused for a moment, “this time...it seems worse than before...”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

She nodded as she wiped under her eyes before the tears could slip out. “Yesterday morning...once I told him what he had done in the council meeting because he couldn’t remember...he seemed remorseful, even worried...he apologized, and I know he meant it. I told you we were supposed to meet for lunch...but he never showed up. I went to his study to find him after waiting over an hour, and he was sitting in there...and it was as if he was a completely different person from that morning. He told me this morning that he was going to clear his schedule so we could talk this afternoon...but he wasn’t here when I returned.” She closed her eyes trying to hold in her emotions, but a soft cry escaped her and she covered her eyes with her hand.

She felt Drake’s arms wrap around her as he pulled her into a hug. “Hey...we’ll figure it out. I can try to talk to him...”

“He’s scaring me, Drake...I’m really worried about him,” she cried.

Drake rubbed her back as his mind worked to absorb what she had just told him. Then he became curious and slightly worried. “Alex,” he drew back and looked her right in the eyes, “when he’s gotten like this...he hasn’t hurt you, right?”

“No,” she shook her head, seeing the relief fill Drake’s expression. “He just...acts different. But yesterday...was the first time I’ve ever felt afraid of him, Drake. He had this...this look in his eyes…”

Drake pulled her back to him, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on with Liam. Alexandria calmed herself some, feeling a little better that she had someone else who cared for Liam to talk to about it instead of keeping it hidden and to herself. After a few long moments of silence, Drake and Alexandria heard the sound of someone’s throat clear and both drew apart and looked over to the doorway to see Liam standing there.

They watched as Liam’s head slowly tilted to the left as a devious smirk spread on his lips. “What do we have here?”

Alexandria knew just by the tone of his voice and the smug smile he was wearing that he wasn’t himself. “Liam...”

“My Queen...is everything alright?” The words rolled off his tongue in an unctuous tone.

“It...it’s fine. I was just speaking to Drake about something...”

“I’m sure you were...”

An air of thick silence fell between the three of them before Alexandria spoke again. “You were supposed to clear your afternoon so we could talk. What happened?”

“I’m a busy man. I am a King, after all.”

“Yes, you reminded me of that yesterday,” she replied coolly.

“Most of the time, my time isn’t my own. I had other important matters to attend to.” There was a bite in his tone and Alexandria felt her heart sink knowing that speaking to her, which seemed important to him that morning, clearly wasn’t important to him anymore. “Regina asked me to send you to her quarters if I saw you so she could speak with you about details regarding the tea ceremony.”

“Ok.”

“Do not keep her waiting,” he urged.

Alexandria stared at him. He hadn’t even asked her why she seemed to be upset nor did he attempt to comfort her himself. And as he spoke to her, his hard eyes had been locked on Drake the entire time, not once looking at her. She quickly wiped her cheeks and stood from the bench, thankful for a reason to remove herself from that room...away from him. She looked down at Drake who was staring back at Liam with a look of confusion and irritation. “I’ll...talk to you later.”

“Sure thing, Brooks,” he nodded as he looked at her.

Alexandria brushed past Liam and stepped out of her study. Liam leaned back and craned his neck out the door, watching her walk away, his eyes scanning over her curves with a subtle smirk before he turned his attention back to Drake. Liam quirked his brow at his long time friend as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Drake’s brows were furrowed as he took in Liam’s demeanor, already able to see what Alexandria had been referring to. Liam pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped further inside Alexandria’s study, moving to her small bar cart and pouring himself a finger of scotch. He turned to face Drake, lifting the glass to his lips while locking eyes with him over the rim, a silent standoff being had.

After a moment, Drake stood and arched his brow. “Are you feeling ok, Li?”

“I feel great,” he replied without hesitation. “How about you, Drake? How are you feeling?”

“Uh...I’m ok.” His expression was curious and questioning.

“Still not over her are you?”

Drake’s brows knitted, unsure of whether he heard Liam correctly or not. “Excuse me?”

“Alex...you’re not over her, are you?” Drake raised his brows in surprise. “Are you really that surprised that I know how you shamelessly pined after her during the social season and engagement tour? Even after we were engaged? I saw the longing looks you gave her when you thought no one, especially me, was looking.”

Drake’s jaw clenched, not knowing where this was coming from or why he was even bringing it up. He and Liam had never discussed that topic; he was unaware until that very moment that Liam even knew about the feelings he once had for Alexandria. Drake had never acted on those feelings, however, knowing that she was there for Liam and only had eyes for him, and knowing that Liam himself was head over heels for her. Those feelings he had once held for her had long subsided. She was his friend, nothing more. “Liam-”

“She's a married woman, Drake. The Queen...your Queen. And yet you still can't hide your feelings. Here you are, acting as though you consoling her is just you being a good friend when you and I both know that it’s just an excuse for you to try and get closer to her.” Liam hid a smile behind his glass as he took another long sip of his drink, clicking his tongue after he swallowed the amber liquid. “The commoner best friend loses the girl to the King. Just as he has his whole life,” he smirked.

Drake looked at his friend with shocked, wide eyes before his face dropped into a scowl. “What the fuck are you talking about, Li? I don’t know how much you’ve had to drink, but maybe you should give it a damn rest for the day!”

“Oh, where are my manners?” Liam scoffed as he turned and grabbed a full bottle of whiskey from Alexandria’s bar cart, turning back a moment later and outstretching his arm to hand it to Drake. “Go ahead,” he waved the bottle, urging him to take it, “drink yourself into an early grave. It’s the only thing you're good at,” he sneered.

Drake stared at him for a long hard moment before yanking the bottle from Liam’s hand. “Oh, okay, your majesty! Well, when I finish this bottle, feel free to fuck yourself with it! What the fuck has gotten into you?” Drake shook his head as he turned and stormed out of Alexandria’s study.

Liam stood there emotionless, unfazed by any of what had just transpired. He poured himself another finger of scotch before ambling out of the room with his glass gripped in his hand, wearing a satisfied smirk.

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LOVE YOU LIKE THIS | Byun Baekhyun x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, maybe the tiniest little bit of angst

Word Count: 2,057

Baekhyun loved you in loud ways. He shouted it from mountain tops, made sure every God knew you were his, kissed you like you were the most perfect thing in the world. You loved him softly. Quietly. Kept him tucked safely under your arm away from everyone else. You would never be good enough for him. He loved you anyways.

“I love you.”

He says it in the way he tip-toes into the room at 10 p.m. after he puts the kids to sleep, letting you go to bed early after washing the dishes. He says it when he crawls into bed and pulls the blankets over your shoulders even though he knows you’re going to pull them off of him in the middle of the night. He says it when he watches you breathe, touches your cheek, kisses your forehead. His arms wrap around you for just a few seconds because he knows you can’t stand being held for too long while you sleep. This is how he loves you.

He rolls away onto his back after a few minutes and his soft snores follow soon after. Your eyes peek open to see him and you sit up, moving closer. Even like this, him asleep and laying on his back with his head faced away, you feel so whole. You mimic his action from before and pull the covers up over him, but it doesn’t feel like enough. It never does. Unlike him, it was always so hard for you to show the small ways you loved him. He had a way of filling your heart up with the simplest actions. Making you breakfast even when he was late for work, holding you while you cried, which was often. He tied your shoes when you didn’t even notice they had come loose. He loved everyone. Brought his sunshine smile everywhere he went. Made you laugh more than you ever thought was possible. He made you a mom to the most beautiful children on the earth. Every day, he did something to make you smile. Every day.

When you were five, your mom died. You weren’t even fully able to grasp what that meant then, but you knew she was gone. An absence in your life that would never be filled again. Soon after, your dad left. He was never a loving person to you, never really showed much interest even before your mom died, but still. He was your dad, and he was gone. Your grandma raised you alone. She wasn’t a tender and loving person, but still. She was all you had. She died when you were fifteen. You didn’t cry, but you felt her loss in the same way you felt your mothers. You moved in with your aunt after that. She never wanted you, but she felt obligated as your mother’s sister to at least let you stay through high school, which you did. During your senior year, you applied for every scholarship to get into college just so you could get away, studied harder than anyone. Took every part time job you could manage. Did anything to make ends meet. Four years later, you had a job at an accounting firm in Seoul as a secretary. You had an apartment to yourself, lived comfortably alone. It was enough.

You met Baekhyun at a movie theater. It was the last showing of some stupid cartoon that had terrible ratings.

“What movie has the least amount of people in it?” You asked and the employee looked at you curiously before checking. You can’t even remember the name of it, but you bought a ticket, a box of candy, and a large sprite. The theater was nearly vacant, exactly what you wanted, minus one person sitting in the back corner. You didn’t mean to intrude on their space, but the back row was your favorite spot. So, you sat as far away as you could and put your feet up on the seat in front of you while the previews came on. It wasn’t long before your shoulders felt heavier, your eyes drooping.

It felt like the next day by the time your eyes opened again, the sound of someone clearing their throat jolting you awake. All of the lights in the theater were on now. Your candy and sprite sat completely untouched beside you.

“Excuse me?”

Your head snapped up at the voice and you pulled your legs off of the seat in front of you so fast that one of your shoes came off. The person beside you chuckled and climbed over the seat below you, grabbing your shoe.

“You okay?” He asked. You looked at him and he was wearing a mask, brown hair poking out from under the hood of his sweatshirt, falling into his eyes some. You nodded your head, holding your hand out for your shoe.

“You slept through the entire movie.” He said with a chuckle and you stared at him, unsure of why he would care.

“I don’t come to watch; I just like the sound.” You said, still waiting for him to hand your shoe back.

“The sound?” He questioned, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Like, the vibrations when it’s loud. I like the sound of it.”

He took that in for a second, humming and looking around before his eyes settled back on you.

“Interesting. You didn’t eat your candy.” He pointed out and you looked down at the unopened box beside you.

“I know. I just got off of work, so I was tired.” You said before looking back at him. “What about you? You seem to have paid a lot of attention to me during the movie, did you even watch?”

You could see the smile in his eyes, even with the mask on, and it made your heart jump.

“I didn’t come to watch either. I just like to be alone and I heard this movie was awful and it came out weeks ago, so I knew no one would be here.”

You were both quiet for a minute, just staring at each other. It scared you how comfortable you felt in that silence.

“Can I have my shoe back?” You asked and his eyes smiled again before handing it to you. You smiled to yourself as you stood up, gathering your things. He didn’t move. Just watched you. You pulled your bag over your shoulder and looked at him while you adjusted your shoe back on your foot.

“What?” You asked and he shook his head. Those eyes were going to be bad for you. You could feel it in the way your stomach kept flipping, over and over when you saw them.

“What’s your name?” He asked and you answered quickly, waiting for his in return.

“I’m Baekhyun.” He said. More silence. It was cute how awkward he seemed, like he didn’t know how to talk to a girl when he had nothing to worry about with you. A girl who never even spoke to a guy before.

He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck before looking away. “Um, so. I come here every Tuesday.”

He said it so innocently that you softened for a second. Somehow, it was the nicest thing you’d ever heard even if he didn’t directly state what he meant by it. It brought the biggest smile to your cheeks and you nodded.

“Tuesday.” You repeated and he shook his head ‘yes’. You nodded in response before walking out.

You came back every Tuesday. At first, you both sat the same distance apart. Sometimes you slept, sometimes the movie ended up being funny, so you laughed. Sometimes you cried. The first time you did, Baekhyun moved to the seat beside you and handed you a napkin. You laughed because it was so embarrassing, but he said it was fine. Once that barrier was broken, he never sat anywhere but right beside you. Not much later, you started seeing him outside of the movies, texting and calling each other, talking about your lives. It was so hard to let him in the way you did, but Baekhyun did everything in his power to know the darkest parts of your heart, and you didn’t know how to make him stop (you didn’t really want him to).

Eventually, things changed from silent movie dates, to movie dates where you held hands. After that, he would walk you to your car, give you a hug. When he kissed you for the first time, you ran away because it brought tears to your eyes. It shocked you how tender and gentle he was. No one ever touched you like that before. He just smiled and watched you go. When you opened your phone that night before bed, scared and certain he would want nothing to do with you anymore, you cried again.

Baekhyun [ 22:37 ]:

You look so pretty in blue. And when you

smile. And when you cry. And when you run.

I hope you don’t run forever.

No one ever wanted you before, but the thought that Baekhyun wanted you filled that void in your life so quickly that it scared you. He was the most perfect person you had ever known. You grew up thinking you never deserved that kind of love, but he gave it to you despite that. And he never let you run again.

Now you’re staring down at him. Your husband, the father of your kids, your best friend, your favorite person in the whole world. You can’t help but cry. You don’t deserve him. You never will.

You sniffle too loud and he wakes up, eyes heavy, turning to face you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. You shake your head and cry harder, not sure how to say all of the things you want to. ‘Thank you’, ‘Thank you for being there for me and the kids’, ‘Thank you for working so hard to keep everyone happy’, ‘Thank you for being my best friend’, ‘Thank you for loving me’.

“Babe,” he says sitting up now and pulling you onto his lap, pressing your head into his chest. “Why are you crying?”

His hand grips the back of your neck, holding you close, while his free hand rests on your lower back. He rubs gentle circles there, breathes love into your soul like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. It’s so easy for him to make you feel calm and you wonder if you’ve ever made him feel that way. If he feels the most at home in your arms, the way you do in his.

“Whatever it is, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” He mumbles into your shoulder and it only makes you cry harder. You grip him tightly and pray to a God you’re not even sure exists that he won’t ever take him away from you. No matter what it takes, you never want to live in a world without him.

All of those feelings sit inside your heart, beg for a way out, beg for a way to communicate to him the way you feel, but you just sit there silently. He grips your shoulders, pulling away from you a little to see your face. He wipes the tears from your eyes, kissing you lightly. His lips on yours ignite the same fire in your stomach they always have, even when they’re only there for a second. He doesn’t ask for more, just looks at you, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, brushing away your tears.

“I love you.” You say. And it’s in the way his eyes smile before his lips do that you know. He can hear your love in the same way you hear his.

He hears it in your eyes when you tear up while he sings the kids to sleep. He hears it when you make him take his vitamins before he leaves for work. He hears it when you play with his hair on the couch while you watch a movie. He hears it when you lay out his pajamas before he gets home and they always seem to match yours. He hears it just like you.

“I know.” He says and you pout your lip a little, tears filling your eyes again. He kisses you just like he did all of those years ago outside of the movie theater and it continues to amaze you that someone could touch you so gently. He lays you back down and you let him keep his arms around you now, because even though you hate being held while you sleep, it’s okay because it’s Baekhyun. And you want him to hold you forever.

Hi guys!! So this is the first kind of fic I have ever posted, and I really hope you guys enjoy!!! I was inspired by Valentine’s day and just felt filled with a lot of love, so this is what came from that. Please like or leave me some critiques/reblog, whatever it is you wanna do, I would really really appreciate it!!! Also, if no one told you how much they love you this v-day, please know I love you dearly from the bottom of my soul and I hope you all find your 2020 filled with 100000000x more love. Okay, that’s all, bye bye!

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