#there's a pt. two for this roughed out but i wanted to color this first

[strawberrysturniolo]

someone older pt 2 // chris sturniolo

summary: after chris and his new photographer have a successful first shoot, they struggle with the idea of them being able to have a professional relationship. teasing, degrading, spanking, rough sex, age gap, daddy kink, secret relationship.

part one

The long awaited Fresh Love drop was a success. So much so that Chris called me, thanking me profusely for my addition to the project. He went on to say that he “hopes we can work together again,” but part of me knows there’s something more to it. 

The last time he was here, we made out and took a variety of photos during the act. 

He wound up getting a phone call from his manager, putting a hold in our activities. 

I’m not sure where that would have led us, had she not called and he had to leave. I don’t think it would have gone further. I don’t know if I would have allowed it.

It was fun in the moment, and I certainly don’t regret it. The only issue is that now with me staring at a new message from Chris about a future shoot, I have to make sure that we’re in agreement of this being simply work, not pleasure in any way.

Chris

Thanks again for the last session. I got amazing feedback from everyone. I wanted to send a message and ask you if you had time this week to do another shoot? That was kind of a test run of what pieces people might like, but now that we have more colors I need to get some more shots in them. Lmk when you’re free 

Me

Call me.

I set my phone down on my kitchen counter, trying to let the memories of him sucking my jaw flee my brain. He paid really well, but he was really great to work with, so if kissing him a little while I have fun working with him helps… then what’s the harm?

No, there’s so much harm in this. 

My phone rings almost immediately after the message is sent. I hesitate answering, but realize how bad it would look if I didn’t pick up the phone after I just sent a message asking for him to call.

“Hey,” I greet him casually.

“Hey. I assume this is to follow up my message?” he asks. 

I find myself pacing around my kitchen, trying to find the right words. “Yeah, but Chris–”

“But?” he cuts in. “There’s but’s now?”

I pause. “What’s wrong with there being a but?”

“This isn’t a work type but,” he goes on. “This is a ‘there’s an issue between you and me’ type but.”

I don’t respond. 

“Is there?” he asks, noticing my silence. 

“No. Maybe? I don’t know Chris. What I do know is that I did enjoy working with you and I’m glad the drop was what you hoped for–”

“More than what I hoped for,” he interrupts me again. “That happened because of you.”

“Maybe that’s true but if you want to keep working with me then what happened last time can’t happen again,” I say confidently, really trying to convince myself of the same. 

I can picture him searching for the words to say. He settles on, “Why?”

I wish I had a better answer. “Part of it just feels wrong.”

“What about it feels wrong? I kissed you. You kissed me back. We did that together. We talked about it afterwards. We said it was good and we were glad it happened.”

“I know,” I nod to myself. I got myself in too deep. “I’m five years older than you, and this is a workplace relationship. This shouldn’t have happened. It’s highly unprofessional and it makes me look bad as an artist.”

“This relationship is also two sided,” he refutes again. “Why do you get to make the calls and decide what’s right and wrong if I was involved in it too?”

Okay… This guy might be more mature than I was led to believe. 

“I mean,” he continues. “I could get in trouble too, you know? If my manager found out I was kissing all over my new photographer, I’d be toast. She’d insist on me finding someone else no matter how successful our shoots are. So if you don’t want to shoot with me anymore then fine, but if it’s because you can’t handle a little tension here and there then there’s something deeper that you need to resolve on your own.”

Part of that cuts deep until I’m suddenly stitched back up and determined to prove a point to him. Maybe this Chris Sturniolo is a fling kind of guy. Maybe he has the power over his own feelings to be able to disguise when he’s into someone, but I’m not able to do the same. It’s written on my face, and the last thing I need is for this guy five years younger than me to win this argument. 

So game on. 

“Come over tonight. Bring your gear and I’ll start setting up now.”

His voice is laced with a cocky tone. I can picture the smirk on his face. “I thought you’d say that.”

The rest of the day passes as I set up my studio with backdrops I spray painted a few days ago. This time, decorated with dark blue splatter designs and graffiti. In a daze and my mind wrapped around all things Chris, I graffitied the words ‘Fresh Love,’ which he went on to compliment upon arrival.

“I’m glad you came around,” he added. “They liked the shots of us together, and I didn’t want to have to search for another model for it if you were right here.”

I nod, trying to have my best poker face as if my eyes aren’t following his every move. “Stand on the X.”

He goes to his place with a smile, knowing my routine now. “Ah, test shots, huh? You do these every time?”

“Wouldn’t miss them,” I respond shortly.

He must have noticed that I’m trying to keep this as business as possible, seeing how he started making every fucking face he could to somehow turn me on. The most seductive smirks, hands in his hair, pulling his shirt a certain way so some of his skin would show more on his stomach.

I hate him.

I need more. 

“The lighting is good,” I say as I stand up straight, setting the camera to its flush settings. “Do what feels natural, just like last time.”

He smiles. “If I wanted things to be like last time then you’d be in front of the camera with me.”

I suck in a deep breath. “If you behave then maybe I’ll join you.”

That shuts him up as he starts posing for me. Eventually he asks, “Can I take this sweatshirt off now? Or are we still looking for a good shot?”

I shake my head. “I think we got it. We can do some without now.”

He peels his sweatshirt off, letting it stay stuck to his shirt he wears below it, allowing it to peel up in unison and reveal his stomach and chest. The minimal but dark hairs that decorate his lower stomach give me far too much to imagine as I stare at him. I want to see more of him, and I want those clothes gone. I’m aching for him, and he’s using it to his advantage.

“You taking pictures of my clothes or my body, baby?”

I snap out of it, brought back to him at the sound of the pet name. 

The name ‘baby’ leaving his lips almost has me buckling at the knees. 

He pulls his bottom lip between his lips, then glances between me and his own shirt. He peels his shirt off, standing bare from the waist up in front of me, dressed now in only his gray sweatpants representing his brand. Even those hang lower and give me too much to think about. 

“Put this on and stand in front of the camera,” he instructs, tossing me the shirt as he switches positions with me. “Don’t worry… I’ll turn around while you change.”

For some stupid reason I find myself listening to him. I swap my shirt for his brand, standing on the center point of the camera and allowing him to get comfortable behind it. 

He looks through the viewfinder at me, studying the shot before he snaps the moment. “Beautiful,” he mumbles, standing up straight again and smiling. He cocks his head to the side. “Now lose the pants.” 

“Chris…” I start to say, but he has more.

“It’s just me and you,” he assures me. “Plus, this is your camera. I have no access to this. If you really don’t want to then fine, but I promise, no one will see these besides me.”

His eyes stare into mine with a determination that says, ‘You know you want it.’

And I fucking do.

Maintaining eye contact, I unbutton my jeans and pull them off my legs slowly, tossing them to the side and standing in front of him in his own shirt and a pair of dark red panties, a thong that hugs my hips in the right way and makes my ass look like his new favorite thing. 

He licks his lips, swallowing as he steps back in front of the camera, trying to bite his tongue to keep from making a certain sound or saying something foul.

I want to know what’s going on in that head of his, but I refuse to ask and act interested even if I am. 

I start to take control, letting myself feel more comfortable standing in front of him half naked. I start lifting the shirt little by little as he takes more photos, the click satisfying me even more when my back is to him, my ass on full display.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “That’s it.”

My stomach is turning in the best way at every compliment, every look, every sound that leaves his mouth. He isn’t doing his best at hiding his physical reaction either, seeing that his dick is now pressed to the sweatpants around his waist. 

“You okay back there?” I tease, now smiling.

“Shut up,” he warns.

I let my body relax. “Business professional, remember?” 

He scoffs. “Yeah, fuck that.”

I give him a glaring look. “Chris.”

“Don’t say my name.” My stomach almost falls until he continues. “Not when you look like that and I’m trying to keep it in my pants. Do not say my name.”

My smile grows as I step closer. “So you don’t want me, Chris?”

His eyes fall shut.

“You’re saying you don’t need me, Chris?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and grits out, “Fuck. This.”

He pulls me aside from the camera, his lips finding mine as I take my hands to his hair, finishing where we left off. A soft moan leaves my lips as his dick presses against my thigh. 

“Yeah,” he nods. “You did want me.”

I nod desperately back at him. “Really bad.”

“Mmmm,” he hums, kissing my neck. “You can have me right now, you know?” 

I have a mental battle with myself while I’m in his arms, and then without thinking clearly I’m pulling him to my bedroom despite the voice in my head shouting for me to leave this alone. 

I need relief, and he is exactly the painkiller I want. 

He follows me blindly, refusing to detach his hands from my skin. I can’t get enough of him. He’s grabbing my ass, feeling my everywhere, teasing his leg in between mine. His thigh presses against my core, earning a gasp from me as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Poor baby,” he pouts, pushing me back onto the mattress. 

I lift my arms for him, giving him access to the underside of my shirt, lifting it off with ease. My hands find the desperation he is trying to satisfy, a pleased groan leaving his throat at my touch. 

“Looks like someone was struggling too, huh?” I notice. My hand makes soft movements over his length, stopping when his hand juts out and grabs it. 

He lowers his gaze to meet mine, our faces now level as I sit on the bed and he kneels in front of it. 

“I’ve fantasized about you touching me and sucking me off, but I haven’t gotten a clear idea of what you look like with your ass up, or what your pussy feels like around me. So you wanna show me what it’s like?” 

I’m ready to do anything he wants no matter how eager it makes me look. 

Yet I can’t find the words that convey this. 

I nod again. His hand grips my jaw as he pushes his mouth back to mine, shoving my body back onto the mattress in the process. He pins me down, grinding his hips into mine and teasing me with his cock before huffing out a breath and flipping me over. He lifts me by my hips, keeping my ass in the air for him. 

“You gonna be able to take me with no foreplay? Nothing but my dick fucking you senseless, baby?” he whispers, pushing my shirt up – his shirt – and kissing down my back in between words. 

“Yes, Chris,” I give in.

He tsks. “Don’t say my name. You know what you want to say. It’s on the tip of your tongue.”

Is he serious?

Because if he is… fuck this business relationship. I’ll need him in my bed every night. 

I must have taken too long to respond. His palm smacks against my ass, demanding a response. 

I wince. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he says softly as he rubs his fingers where I was just spanked, soothing the pain. 

He kisses over the spot as he pulls my thong to the side. He then dips his head between my legs from behind, licking a harsh stripe on my folds. He hums in pleasure. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” His finger rubs over that same spot. “Gonna have to taste you after I fill you up and see how good we taste together.”

Without realizing, I back my ass up to him, so much so that he smacks my ass again. 

“Needy girls get nothing,” he warns, and I find myself apologizing profusely. 

There is no way this kid five years younger than me is having this much control. There’s no way I put myself in this position. 

The tip of his dick teases at my slit, swiping it a few times before pushing in and pulling right back out. “So tight.” He does the same motion a few more times before shoving in completely, moaning loudly as he lays his chest on my back, tucking his head in my neck. His lips suck on the spot that has me gripping my sheets as he fills me up. His hips start thrusting into me, his hips railing into my ass as he fucks me mercilessly. The sound is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Me dripping wet while he fucks himself deeper. His skin slapping against mine while my bed shakes, trying to hold us.

“Taking it so good baby,” he mumbles in my ear. He slaps my ass again, keeping his mouth close to my ear so he can talk me through it. “You like it rough, huh? Don’t you, you fucking slut?”

I whine at the name. “Uh huh.”

His fingers dig into my sides as he drills himself as deep as he can. 

“FUCK– Yes, daddy,” I correct myself. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re so bad, baby,” he shakes his head in my neck. “Bratty as hell.”

I lower myself to my elbows, now unable to keep myself propped up the way he wanted me originally. He brings himself back up to his knees, fucking me at this new position. He speeds up, smacking my ass every so often, enough to where I can feel heat radiating off of it from the friction of his hand on my skin. 

He continues to mock and degrade me, talking me through everything before his hips start thrusting erratically.

My hand reaches behind me, clinging to his wrist as I look at him over my shoulder. The nerves building inside of me are struggling to hold on. I feel like I’m going to break. “Daddy, I’m-”

His eyes go wide as my mouth drops. Watching my face as I cum, Chris’ hips still, his dick deep inside of me as my pussy grips him. His lips part, eliciting a loud whine. I cum around him, and it’s only a moment later that I can feel him filling me up.

I lower my face to a pillow, trying to regain my breath and any strength left in me. Chris pulls out after a few seconds, fulfilling his promise and cleaning up our mess between my legs. I let out a few weak moans, too wiped to make much noise. 

He lays next to me, sweat on his forehead causing a few hairs by his ears to stick out straight, losing the natural curl in them and replacing them with a spiky style. 

“So,” he says, his breath lost. “Business professional from now on?” 

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[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ix) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : heated arguments and laundry days

warnings : ANGSTY!!!, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : thank you for bearing with me!!!! SHES BACK AND ILL HAVE PT 10 OUT TOMMORROW everyone cheered.

THIS IS PART NINE GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST SILLY!!!

THE music and crowd are just as rowdy as they were when the night began despite it being close to three in the morning, though the two of you only have heard muffles of it from behind matt's door.

he places a yellow card down while shaking his head in defeat, "go ahead."

you shyly smile as you place the colorful 'draw four' card on top of his, "uno out!"

you giggle when matt's head to falls into his elbow and his body collapses dramatically after losing for the third time now. "this game's fuckin' stupid, i didn't even wanna win anyway." he speaks through a roughness in his voice, smirk taking up his face as he moves his body away from the cards and towards the head of the bed.

you suck and nibble at your bottom lip as you shuffle the cards out of the way, mumbling, "mhm, of course you didn't."

he lays with an arm behind his head and slowly grows frustrated at your need to neatly place the uno cards back in the box (though your movements aren’t all that organized with the alcohol and weed in your system), “stop worrying about that and come here.” he blinks softly and childishly uses his foot to spill the open box of cards out of your hands, causing a good amount to scatter across his bed.

you finally look at him, with his silver chain proudly twinkling against his bare chest and his face that isn’t hiding his overwhelming high. “seriously?” you sigh, “now i’m gonna take longer, stupid.” you tease as you gather the cards again.

you can't help but notice his need for your attention is uncharacteristically high right now.

though matt abandoned you first- moving to the highest part of his bed without warning or inviting you -he’s starting to feel as if he was the one abandoned by you.

matt groans loudly in response, “come hereee. who cares about some fuckin’ cards?” he then lowers his voice to a grumble that he secretly hopes your perfect ears don’t catch, “‘s my birthday and i want you next to me.”

you smile to yourself and place the sleek closed package of cards off to the side of the bed, crawling towards matt. “oh really? i almost forgot?” you finally reach him and hover over his torso with your own.

your smile is relaxed and your teeth peek just the slightest bit from between your full lips in a way that drives matt a little crazy.

“yeah, i’m actually supposed to be hosting a party right now…” his hand absentmindedly finds the end of the shirt, he'd offered you after a second round of sex, and feels over the soft, familiar material.

your eyes widen as you let out a breath, “shit, am i distracting you?”

matt’s lips downturn as he shakes his head dismissively, “no…” his puffy eyes scan over you and he shrugs, “you’re perfect.” he whispers.

you dismiss him with a playful roll of your eyes and head shake- mostly to guard yourself, you wouldn’t want to cherish something matt only passively comments.

he notices you move away slightly and grips the bottom of the shirt to keep you close, “what’cha shakin’ your head for?” his face paints a look of true emotion- only you can’t quite place which.

“you’re funny,” you reply and take hold of his hand, tracing the outline of a deep vein that leads to his wrist- with thick curls of cursive tattooed across the skin reading: ‘seek divinity.’

“why am i funny?” he questions, watching as you move his hand to the highest part of your smooth neck.

he squeezes once and rubs the area, waiting for your response. “sorry- you just make me feel funny.” you correct, bringing your face closer to his.

matt wets his lips, “is that a bad thing?” his eyes squint as he stares at you in confusion.

you honestly just want to kiss him and make him forget you ever exposed any part of your feelings. “i don’t know,” you look at his lips and move closer to messily capture them between your own.

matt easily falls compliant when kissing you, frequently pulsing his hand around your throat to keep your attention.

when the two of you finally pull away his hands feel up your side and you wipe his mouth with your thumb before adjusting your body to lay against his chest.

matt rubs the plush of your hip hypnotically, “thanks for all of my gifts, by the way. you had me feelin’ so fuckin’ spoiled.” you can hear the uncontrollable smile in his tone. and you’re right, his drunken brain can’t help but smile in remembrance of your sweetness.

he hates himself a little for even wondering how much spoiling you’d do for a boyfriend, especially if you treated someone as one-note as matt this way.

you breathe in the remaining musk of matt's cologne and continue to draw swirls and never ending lines across his pale chest, “mm, you really liked it?" you know his answer but want to hear the validation nonetheless.

“of course i did, what the fuck? i got titty pics, my favorite cake made, and then some skimpy panties to fuck you in all for me? i’d say i liked every part of it.” you tilt your head up to face him as his smooth voice vulgarly shares his gratitude with you.

you smirk as much as you can with a face squished against his chest, and you want to hear him confirm it again when you probe, “really?”

he breathes before continuing, “yeah. even though i already knew you’d make us cakes.”

“are you calling me predictable?” you hum.

“no, but you’re not very slick. you fully asked me about my favorite cake flavor right after we came, like a week ago?”

“‘right after’ is exaggerating, matt.”

“i barely had my dick out of you and you went,” he adjusts your face to look at him as he holds your cheek and dramatically bats his eyes, “‘mmmm…matt that was soooo good. you’re amazing,’” you roll your eyes at his made-up fantasy. his thumb continues caressing your while pitching his voice up with a whine, “‘and what was your favorite flavor of cake again?’”

you deadpan, “okay, so now we’re just making shit up?”

“i was pretty damn close!” he has a faux look of shock on his face.

“shut up,” you laugh and remove your face from his hold to lay on him once more.

silence falls over the two of you as his hand inches further down your hip to palm at the curve of your ass. "i'll have to let danielle know you liked the embroidery."

matt's face screws up while he stares at the ceiling, "who the fuck is danielle?"

"she's a friend from school... i saw her a few weeks ago because she came into the bakery. we went out for my lunch break and-"

matt pauses from repeatedly saying "mhm" to tease you, "oh, so you were telling her all about me?"

"you wish. she was a fashion major and told me about all of the sewing and embroidery machines she uses to run her small business. so... i asked if i could pay for a commission."

"mmm, wow. possibly your sexiest idea yet," he feels your face shift to glance up at him and returns the contact, "you'll definitely have to tell danielle i say thank you." his eyes drop to your lips then back to your eyes.

you take the opportunity to lean closer to his mouth, which he willingly welcomes with a deep kiss; the most addicting part about kissing matt is the sensualness he adds with his slowed movements. it's so attractive that you almost grow resentful- because how could you not develop feelings for someone who is so deceptively careful with you?

matt pulls you closer and brings your body to lay directly on top of him, without giving your lips a second apart. the kiss never dies- with the amount of heavy petting and tongue involved the two of you can't help but work each other up.

only matt's lips now curl and he pulls away to give out an entertained giggle. your eyes question him and your lips don't know whether to mimic his or lean into a pout, "what?"

matt breathes in deeply through his nose and chuckles through his words, "nothing," he shakes his head, "just, like, crazy to me how you were for real dancin' on those dudes and shit all while you had my initial right where they wanted to be..." he runs his tongue over his front teeth.

your immediate reaction is to roll your eyes, typical ego-centric matt. he only replies with a mocking roll of his eyes as he smirks into another kiss. only now his lips make you feel disturbed- not attracted or comfortable -just sick.

so you pull away from him, "but what's so crazy and hilarious about that, matt?"

he shrugs, "i don't know," he laughs, "just nice to know at the end of the day i'm the one gettin' you."

you would swoon, if he hadn't already pissed you off beforehand with his competitive "claim" over you. yet at the same time you feel small and belittled- just like you did sat next to the blazing firepit with matt stood over you solely to rely a pathetic message to lucas. to say you're insulted is less than.

he can read your stiff body language easily, "sunny, look- 's not serious i'm just sayin' it's ironic that you have all these guys droolin' over you all while you knew you'd be in bed with me by the looks of your underwear." he says it with a smile which only makes your stomach hurt.

you pinch your eyes shut, "feels like your slut shaming me or something and that's, like, really low and fucked up, matt. i wasn't grinding on anyone tonight and even if i was, why should it matter to you?"

matt's playfulness seems to never end as he slowly and sarcastically nods his head, "'kay... so that must've been some other small-dress-wearing girl rockin' hips with lucas earlier."

"oh, fuck you." you begin to move from your place on his lap, wanting to leave before your fogged brain makes you too emotional.

"come here, where are you going?"

"anywhere but here," you mumble while searching for your phone in the dim lighting.

he throws his head back to rest against his headboard, "oh my god, i wouldn’t have said anything if i knew you’d be so serious about it, sunny."

"how else was i supposed to react, dickhead?"

"i don’t know right now but can you just come back? i’m cold now," his hand rubs over his chest while he eyes you.

"no, you can freeze. i should probably get out of here," your voice wavers a little due to your frustration.

you scurrying around his room is making his head start to hurt, "what are you looking for, huh? and i thought you were staying the night?"

your reply is snipped, "my phone." you begin to move his comforter around.

"it's right here," he grabs it from underneath a pillow next to him. but before he places it in your open palm he spares a glance at the bright screen earning an amused grin from him that you'd understand when seeing the two messages from lucas displayed on your lock screen.

"don't even start," you warn and matt only laughs harder.

"wow, he wants you so fuckin' bad. guy can't take a hint." he tsks to himself.

your tongue pokes into your cheek in irritation, "you're ridiculous, matt. truly. at least lucas cares enough to listen to me and do fun things like dance with me."

matt's unseriousness actually begins to die and there's a sharpness in his voice that you haven't received before, "listen to you? sweetheart, i listen to you run your mouth anytime we're around each other and you know that. we just sat and talked for an hour and a half so please don't tell me someone else 'listens to you' more. it's pretty hard not to."

your lips slowly pull into your mouth and you grip your phone harder, "clearly i hit a nerve..." you back away and go to pick your dress off of the ground, "you need to go to sleep or something. you're getting really mean, matt."

he rubs his hands over his face harshly, "okay, i didn’t mean to come off that way."

"whatever," you dismiss, taking his shirt off of your figure and replacing it with your tight dress. you reluctantly come closer to him and when he looks up at your face you turn around, "can you zip this so i can get the fuck out of here, please?"

"sure," he sighs and runs the zipper up your spine easily.

you lick your lips and don't even bother to look back at him as you gather your shoes and head towards the door.

"y/n?"

you stop and glace behind you to see him lying in the same position with a hand combing through his tussled hair, "what, matt?"

"like, are we not doin' this anymore...? is this just a right now issue or-?"

you throw your head back. his head is stuck on whether you'd still fuck him after this? really?

"hold on, i'm sorry, let's clear things up..." you let out an annoyed breath and turn to face him. "we aren't and never were exclusively seeing each other, correct?"

he's utterly confused by what ever point you're trying to make now, "no, we're not exclusive."

"right. so," the way you talk with your hands makes the calmness of your voice scarily condescending, "back to our initial topic... why the fuck do you have something to say about me and what i do outside of my direct relation to you?"

"because it's with my friend, who i've made clear to be off limits. that's disrespect," matt's mouth is in a straight line and his face completely sobered.

"and erin?! what the fuck is that?" matt sighs loudly and goes to cut you off, only for you to jump in a little louder now, "but because i don't threaten her and bully her out of simply speaking with you, she's not off limits?!"

matt has lost any since of a high he was once having. he's left pissed- not only because you're pissed at him but also because he's remembering exactly why he avoided you in the first place. his voice grows loud as he finally gets up from his bed, "y/n, you fucked me after erin was already interested in me! so what does that say about you?! you're really erin's friend? you believe that? sure." he shakes his head in disbelief.

you want to rip his perfect face off, "and what does that say about you?! that you're a slut? you're trying out two berries from the same bush, so fuck you. i'm done, actually. erin can have your sorry ass, leftovers go bad after a few days anyway." you turn to truly leave this time, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.

but before you make it far matt delivers his thoughts in a heated speech, "yeah, okay, fuck you, y/n! go fuck around with someone who wants to dance around with you, like lucas or one of my other friends! i know you like the ones closest to me."

he's gotten close enough that he can see your eyes are glossed over as you whisper, "i hate you, matt" through your quivering mouth. his expression is tight and he ignores your pitiful demeanor in favor of opening his door and slamming it shut as soon as you're out.

౨ৎ

"good morning, brothers!" chris hollers as he walks into the trashed home from the garage. he places his keys into a dish on top of a table near the door (that now has old lollipop sticks and lost earrings found after the party had ended), and greets the two zombified versions of his brothers once more, "i said 'good morning brothers!'"

"chris, we heard you, now i'm gonna need you to turn that down a million notches." nick glances at him from the side before pouring milk in his bowl of cereal.

chris takes a seat next to nick at the dining room table and begins to peel the last orange from the centered fruit bowl, "do you feel twenty three?"

"no, i feel hungover and like i want you to be quiet," nick's voice is croaky as he takes another bite of his cereal and wordlessly scrolls on his phone.

"so enthusiastic." he rolls his eyes and takes a slice of orange into his mouth, "matt get in here, i can hear you doin' laundry!"

there's a slam of the dryer door and tussled noise before matt appears in the kitchen, "kid, yell again. i dare you."

"'i dare you,'" chris mocks, "no way a hangover's got you actin' this bitchy. it's the day after our birthday guys!"

"uh huh," matt grabs a bottle of water from the bare fridge, "where'd you just come from?"

chris continues to stuff his mouth with orange slices, "had to take andrea and y/n home; drea has work today."

"oh my god, speaking of-" nick places his phone down to debrief his brothers, "tell me why y/n fucking comes up to me last night- like close to the end of the party. like, i'm ready to either fuck jack or go to sleep my damn self, and she's cryin' and her hair's a mess and she's just like 'can i go to your room?' and obviously i'm terrified-" he takes a break to slurp more cereal.

"and you took her to your room?" chris questions.

"well of course i did. but i'm terrified for her and she just keeps telling me 'don't worry, i'm just being dramatic.' and obviously this morning i didn't get to talk to her so i'm worried."

matt keeps to himself, biting on his lip and twisting the cap to his water bottle on and off.

"well, she seemed okay in the car. like, she was quiet but i assumed it was after-party-recovery, you know."

"weird," is all matt adds before walking out of the kitchen and to his bedroom to go back to sleep.

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you took a burning hot shower when you got home.

you let the water slap at your skin and leave it aching and numb. you felt embarrassed at the sight of your body and the deep hickeys you allowed matt to scatter wherever he wished the night before. you took out the contacts that you slept in and threw them in the trash. your eyes felt itchy and you wanted to cry.

you swaddled yourself in an old college crewneck and tiny bloomer shorts for comfort. you wore your chunky, oversized glasses as you poured orange juice into a mug. only to actually cry out of frustration when remembering you hadn't brushed your teeth yet.

your tears mixed with the toothpaste in the sink. you were grateful andrea wasn't there to pity you. and you whispered to figaro that he couldn't tell anyone that you were this shaken up over a man.

you poured the rest of the orange juice down the sink. you didn't want to wait for the mint in your breath to leave.

you texted your parents to feel something; a simple "hi."

and you eventually opened your laptop and began searching for jobs that align with your biology major. that got overwhelming quickly. so you took a break and started a season of love island.

you fell asleep two episodes in.

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"no way his ass is still asleep," nathan laughs and approaches matt's door, knocking a few times, "dude! it's nate, come out here!"

unexpectedly the door opens, revealing matt in nothing but his plaid pajama pants. "yeah? what's up, man?" he steps out and daps him up smoothly.

"it's alive!" chris cackles from the couch.

nate shakes his head, "we were gonna go out to eat somewhere. they wanted to leave you but you know i had to check with you first."

"uh... sure i'll come too. i'm actually starving." matt smirks.

"wait matt, do you know where that one shirt of mine is- it's white and has like red on it and those words on the back...?" chris approaches to ask.

"you're lucky i just washed it otherwise i'd lose my mind over that bland ass description. should be in the dryer." matt suggests before leaving to go change in his room.

"cool, i'll grab it when you're fully ready so it's fresh."

matt calmly adjusts his silver chain the correct way around his neck, standing in the kitchen, when chris comes around the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"what...?" nick looks at him confused and wanting nothing more than to leave the house.

"ummm... just found out that matt actually pulls and i'm shocked at how i discovered." he giggles to himself incessantly.

"what are you talking about?" matt's face twists.

"you got some girl underwear with your initial on it? you're a real ass freak!" chris bursts out laughing.

"what?!" nick asks, horrified and nathan barks out a laugh.

"the fuck are you talking about chris? why're you goin' through shit that isn't yours?" matt runs a hand over his face.

"did not know erin got down like that," nate breathes through his laugh.

"guess what? it's not our business and i would prefer to not make it my business at all actually!" nick raises his hands defensively.

"great, thank you nick! let's go now, i need a fuckin' drink or something." matt redirects.

chris can't help himself, "i'm sure you do you dirty motherfucker!"

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[d0youc0py]

Omg hi!! Could you do make a pt 2 of fights and fast cars?... Maybe the reader divorcing John Price and well... not forgiving him for what he's done?

If you asked anyone what Captain John Price was most proud of in his whole life, they knew without a doubt his answer would have something to do with you. He took such pride in you and his relationship with you. He lived off of the way you looked at him. The way he was able to keep that lovestruck glint in your eye no matter how long the two of you had been together. He reveled in the feelings he got when someone asked him how he was able to keep someone like you so infatuated with him. He couldn’t help but puff his chest when someone came to him for relationship advice, because there was one thing no one could ever deny:

John Price was a fantastic Husband.

He was a fantastic husband.

That night changed everything. He took the easy way out. Leaving an ‘I’m sorry’ note on the fridge before he left for three months. The first week he was away he had the chance to call you. Pour his heart out, beg you for forgiveness. Remind you how much he loves you. How he would kill and be killed for you in a heartbeat. Yet he just stood there. Staring at the small burner phone in his shaking palm.

He hated himself enough for the both of you.

Everyone quickly noticed the shift. The always present loveglow he had was completely gone. He was a ghostly color- besides the red the that never left his eyes. He was completely dead. Only speaking to bark something out. They didn’t know the pain he was in. His heart constantly constricting in his chest. He wasn’t able to sleep because all he could think about was the sobs that left your body that night. He could hear them all the way from the living room. The look of complete and utter heartbreak as you watch the love of your life beat you down with words. He had shattered your world completely. He knew the comfort you found in him. He was a natural protector and he scared you more than anyone ever had. It was the most torturous experience of his life. Yet all he did was sit there and let silent tears roll down his face.

He hated himself enough for the both of you.

That still doesn’t mean he was prepared for the sealed envelope on his desk. He shook his head choosing not to believe it even as his eyes skimmed over the words: Petition for Divorce. He calmly got up and locked his office door- spending the rest of the day getting drunk and sobbing in the dark room.

He ended up throwing the papers away.

Another envelope arrived on his desk exactly five days later. The same contents inside.

He threw those away too.

He thought maybe if he ignored it it would go away. You were upset at him- rightfully so- and this was your way of getting back at him. Threatening to take away the most important thing in his life, you. It was five days later when a man appeared standing outside his office.

“John Price?”

“No.” He responded quickly.

“You’re not John Price?” The man’s brows furrowed.

“I don’t want whatever it is you have.” John growled, unlocking the door to his office. The man followed him inside not waiting for an invitation. The room smelled heavily of tobacco. Cigarettes and cigars had been put out all over the room and dodging empty bottles was a workout in its own. The man looked around the room like he was collecting evidence against John. Maybe he was.

“You’ve made that clear.” The man sighed. “I’m Henry Sullivan of Sullivan and sons”-

“Are you a Sullivan or a son?” John sneered, leaning back in his desk chair. Henry offered him a curt smile.

“I know this is a rough time for you.” Henry empathized taking another slow look around the room. “This is what your wife wants though.”

John’s face curled, he jaw clenched tightly. The tears seemed to be never ending as his eyes welled up again.

“No she doesn’t.” John responded. “She’s punishing me- which I deserve. But she doesn’t want this.” He spat.

“John.” Henry sighed. He took it upon himself to clean off a seat and sit across from John. “Your wife describe to me what happened that night. I think she’s being very generous in her asking for alimony given how things ended. If you don’t take this deal then we’ll have to take another course of action that’ll cost you much, much more.”

“She can have it.” John sighed. “I’m not signing the papers.”

Henry sighed and nodded his head.

“You’re just going to hurt her more John.” Henry groaned, standing up. John shooks his head, continuing his streak of denial. “You still have seventy days to sign those papers before she is automatically granted a divorce.”

John’s head snapped up.

“How can she get a divorce if I don’t sign it?”

“You can’t force someone to be with you John.” Henry closed the door behind him.

You can’t force someone to be with you.

Those words rang over and over in his mind. A dark cloud of shame fell over John for what seemed like the millionth time in the past three weeks. A pained groan left his lips. His head was throbbing, his eyes burned and he had forgotten how it felt to not have a wince worthy ache in his chest.

He meant it when he said you could have everything. All he needed was a hundred a week to spur his addictions. You could have all the money in the account- and any money that would be deposited in the future. He could live in his office.

Maybe he could get your wedding album. He doubted that you would want it anyways. It would just be a reminder of how he let you down.

There was a knock at the door. Groaning he stood up, his feet kicking bottles across the room as he walked.

“For you Captain.” A mail girl held up a neatly sealed envelope for him. He didn’t bother any pleasantries and shut the door.

“It never fucking ends.” He grumbled. Yet he didn’t want it to end. That would mean you were gone. No return address. He ripped it open.

When did you give up so easily?

Your handwriting. He sunk to the ground, catching himself enough to stumble to the couch.

I really mean that little to you?

You meant everything to him.

Please sign the papers so we can both move on.

He would never be able to move on.

He placed the paper gently on the desk grabbing a pen and paper of his own.

Three hours and twenty seven pages later- he was finished. He had poured everything out. Tears stained the paper- showing his sincerity. Spelling mistakes and messy handwriting a sign of his urgency. You had been right. He’d been treating you like you were the one who was in the wrong.

He sealed the papers, brushing past people as he made his way down to the mail room.

He didn’t know if this would fix anything.

He couldn’t bear the thought of you thinking you meant so little to him.

Even if you divorced him and this letter didn’t change anything. He would spend the rest of what little life he had making sure you knew how much you meant to him.

Part One: Here

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[jealousjersey]

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๋࣭ ⭑ part 2!!!

๋࣭ ⭑ part one here

๋࣭ ⭑ futuredad!mike schmidt x pregnant!reader (fluff)

๋࣭ ⭑ mostly dialog (really short i’m sorry fellas)

๋࣭ ⭑ a/n: short af, wanted to get pt 2 out as soon as possible!! part 3 is coming soon but i just couldn’t wait with this one!!

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“what do you mean you’re gonna be a dad?” you ask sincerely, with a bit of worry in your eyes,

“baby, i think i finished inside you” he says, still smiling. he loves the idea of being a dad.

“oh mike..” you say, hands covering your face. this scares you a lot. you know you’re not ready to be a mom.

“i’m here, i’ll always be here.” mike comforts you, putting his rough hand on your knee. “i can’t imagine how scary this is, but it’s your decision if you want to keep it or not.”

you pause and think for a second. “let’s have the baby” you say, smiling. eyes still muted, clearly deep in thought. do you actually want this baby or do you want mike to be happy?

“i really do want a kid with you mike. we would be good parents” you grin

“really!?” mike exclaims. he wasn’t expecting this answer. he was estatic. he wants to be a father so badly.

mike gets up and wraps his arms around you, his lips place a kiss on your forehead.

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about half a month after the test came back positive, the morning sickness really starts to set in. you’re always head above the toilet. mike can see how sick you’ve become, being extra careful around you, holding your hair when you throw up, and always getting you anything you ask for. he loves taking care of you.

mike already started picking out colors for the nursery, after only a month of you carrying his child. “he really is excited” you think as you smile. your pregnancy has opened a new aura to mike. he’s become softer. his eyes are no longer dull. since the night you became pregnant, his eyes have stayed with a sparkle in them. he was meant to be a dad.

“i really think primary colors would look good in the room, whaddya think babe?” he turns to you. “i think it’s perfect” you smile at him.

mike already bought a car seat, a crib and so. many. toys. you both don’t even know the gender, he doesn’t care right now, whatever the gender is, he’s going to be thrilled.

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3 months into your pregnancy, your baby bump starts to show. mike loves seeing you like this. he loves the new maturity you’ve grown, the glowing aura surrounding your skin and how beautiful you look. he’s also noticed your breasts getting bigger. you notice him checking you out and you start flirting with him like you just met. he giggles and kisses you.

mikes also matured a lot, you’ve noticed he stopped biting his nails, he’s become a lot less nervous. your pregnancy is sort of soothing to him. seeing you in a whole new light than the day he first met you.

you look happy. mike hasn’t seen you like this in a very long time, he’s absolutely amazed on how this has grown on you.

mike looks at you for a minute before pushing your hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek. you blush for the first time in months and he can tell.

“so, any guesses on the gender?” you ask him. “i’m making my bets it’s a girl” he grins as he looks you in the eyes, the same glimmer stares. “i’m putting $20 down that it’s a boy” you joke. “prepare your $20. it’s definitely a girl” he laughs back. the communication between you both has changed. you two haven’t argued in 4 months. this is a new record for you two. but you’re certainly not complaining.

mike started picking up on cooking dinner for you, when he found out the test was positive he frantically picked up every pregnancy book and started cooking trying to avoid the foods you couldn’t eat. of course once or twice he messed up and added cheese but you caught it before you took a bite. he was so embarrassed at first, making you a new dish entirely. it was so cute to see him like this.

mike has always had a thing for giving you whatever you needed, always taking such good care of you. it didn’t matter what was going on, sickness or in health, he always put you first.

“i love you so much” he says to you as you hold his hand tighter than ever. “i love you so much more.” you respond

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[lemontines-writing-corner]

wally darling x reader modern au series

PART 1

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🌀 Salutations Neighbor pt. 1 🌀

A loud soft thump can make a cat go alert once they’re awake. Except for you, too busy asleep without a care in the world, assuming you were the only person in your apartment.

The blue pompadour puppet sat up and dusted himself, as he looked around your living room. “Such dull colors. Less brighter than my world.”, he stood up and tried to regain balance. Ever since he practiced how to use the spiral from his TV, he managed to create his own website to connect with million other people.

He’s seen many faces, but most of them click off once they leave the guest book. Quiet sad for the puppet, he wanted to make new friends, ever since the show was forgotten it isn’t the same without people watching him and his friends.

Once he was able to regain balance and walk properly, he explored your kitchen. Unfortunately Wally wasn’t able to get up from the countertop to look through your cabinets so he decided to go to the mini dining room table to get up from the chair .

There he saw a bowl of fruit. Not just fruits, apples of course. Let’s just say his eyes dilated like a cat as he stared at the fruit bowl for the past 5 minutes.

“Oh right! I’m supposed to find neighbor.”, Wally said to himself in a monotone normal voice as he shakes his head and went to the hallway to see a door cracked open. He walked inside to see your sleeping figure, you looked like a worm when you wrapped yourself in a blanket. All comfortable and in a deep sleep, although Wally had other plans of course.

He got up to your bed and poked your nose as he stared at you like a cat, “neiiighbor…neighhhbor. Wake up”, you turned away from the poking thinking it was the air.

What caused you to wake up was when he decided to sit down on your chest area and legs straddled on your sides as he did his dilated eye stare, he smiled at you, happy that you’re awake.

However your reaction said otherwise as you lets out a scream and sat up out of fear, which caused the poor puppet to flung out across the bed, having a rough landing on the floor. Luckily he can’t feel that at all, as he laid there limp and confused, but more worried. “Neighbor? Are you alright?”, he stood up and went to the left side of your bed.

“STAY AWAY!”, you shouted and backed up, confused and more over scared that a puppet…a puppet is talking to you. Wally felt hurt and tried to calm the situation down, “neighbor, that’s not very nice”, he tilted his head in confusion, as he did his iconic half lidded expression as he frowned.

You rubbed your face and blinked at least three times, “…please tell me I’m not dreaming….”, you muttered as you put your face against your pillow. First a busy day at work, sleeping peacefully, now another chaotic situation.

“Well neighbor, clearly you aren’t”, he poked your hand, his hand felt fuzzy and plush like. He can’t harm you? Right? You should feel scared or at least burn him with gasoline and matches, but all you felt was questions running from your head.

“Why are you here? How did you get here? Are you going to harm me? Are you the only living puppet here?”, you overwhelmed Wally with so many questions as his eyes widened, “calm down neighbor, I know you must feel overwhelmed. How about we start with introducing each-other?”, Wally smiled and his half lidded eyes went back as he tilted his head.

“I am genuinely excited to meet you, I’ve always had a interest in you humans”, he sat next to you and stared at you. Silence was in the air and you started to think to yourself, “should I trust this puppet?”.

So sorry for the short chapter ! Part two will come out soon. As a thank you for reaching till the end take another concept art of you and Wally !

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[joelsgirl]

The Saint, The Sinner & The Devil Pt. 1

Mafia AU x Narcos x TLOU Cross Over Characters: Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + You/Reader Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, DBF, Dirty Talk, Daddy might be used in later parts, No Use of Y/N, Threesome, name calling, might be more that I've missed! Disclaimer & Notes: 1.6k Words >> Yes I know they're the same FC but shhh they're different and it works beautifully. This was inspired by a conversation with the beautiful @dreamsofmandalore + Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here! Image Credit: x x

Joel swiped the pad of his thumb across his tongue before flicking through a stack of hundreds. Counting out ten Benjamin's, he handed them over to the agent currently leaning against the wall of his office. Javier was as corrupt as they come, his weekly payment something he'd always collected in person. "And the other half?" He asked in a low drawl, nodding to the door behind Joel as he pocketed the cash.

"Your usual is waiting for you." The money was only half of it. For a DEA agent, Javier Pena was one of his easiest bribes. Sometimes he wondered if the cash was just a diversion, an excuse for him to let out the sinner within. It was hardly enough to justify looking the other way on his dealings and yet here they were, doing the same song and dance they always did.

Joel rose to full height, his ageing knees cracking from the shift in position. He pushed the thought aside, ignoring the fact that fifty-seven wasn't the same as thirty. As far as he was concerned, if he could draw a gun, he had plenty of life left in him.

Ring laden fingers closed around the door handle, pulling it open as Pena brushed passed him. "You joining me this time, Miller?"

Scrubbing his face in contemplation, he checked the rolex on his wrist. Pena was the last meeting on his agenda for the evening. He'd planned on taking his girl home with him but his favourite happened to be Pena's, too... "Ah, fuck it," he motioned to the center of the room, closing and locking the door behind them both after stepping in with him.

The room was nondescript, aged wine colored walls, dark wooden floorboards, a large, deep purple velvet covered daybed in the corner; and you in the middle. Your hands are bound behind your back, the soft leather cuffs tight but not uncomfortable. It's the only thing you're wearing, knowing exactly how Javi likes you. Unencumbered. Your gaze averted, studiously watching the floor despite every fiber of your being screaming at you to look up, to take in the sight of him.

He was so handsome, so was the boss. The pair so similar they could be brothers. They were two sides of the same coin, the dark and supposed light of an unrelenting war - but in this room, they were predators and you, their prey. You shouldn't enjoy his sessions as much as you do but the truth was, you looked forward to them. This had become your favorite part of the week. When you weren't with Joel, that was.

The boys circle you, moving in opposite direction, in perfect synchronicity as they both eye you hungrily. "I never tire of this one, you know?" Pena's accent was always thicker whenever he was in a room with you. So turned on it was like he fell deeper into those base instincts, his field of vision limited to you, and exactly what he'd planned on doing to that perfect little body of yours. You bite your lower lip, your chest rising and falling as you wait with bated breath for one of them to make their move. Joel hung back, letting the agent take the first step. He always did. You knew why they were there, understood the importance of making Agent Pena happy.

He moved behind you, your back pressed against the broad expanse of his chest, both men towering over you even with Joel standing a few steps away. Javier's hand reached around you tenderly, sliding up your thigh, over your stomach towards your breasts. He cupped one, kneading it between his fingers. Your eyes flick towards Joel's, an unspoken question phrased in the way you look at him. “Yes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.”

It was the only explanation you were going to get; the only one you needed. Your back arched for the agent, pressing yourself against his palm as his fingers found your nipple, rolling it between them. It wasn't long before Joel closed the distance between you, joining the other man. A large hand slipping down between your legs, three fingers forced into your cunt without hesitation, stretching you wide. Dipping his head, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low murmur. “Mmm, always so tight for me, aren't you, baby?”

His forearm started to move, back and forth, fucking you with a skilled hand, your moans filling the small room. Javier's fist locked in your soft hair, holding you still even though you weren't going anywhere. His hips shift forward, grinding his hard cock against your ass through the form fitting denim he was wearing. Joel's head bent forward, taking the nipple Javi had been working earlier between his lips. 

You moan at the attention, lapping it up, loving being sandwiched between the two violent men. You knew the drill, behave and you shall be rewarded… and so far? You were doing splendidly. Javi's free hand found your tight little ass, massaging it roughly. A low groan fell from his lips, blending with the hard slap that echoed off the walls as you squeal for him. "What do you say, whore?" Joel's voice, commanding in your ear. "Thank you, sir." There was no hesitation in your breathy response.

He could see Javi over your shoulder, his eyes locked onto Joels. There was a glint of approval in them that made the older male proud. His hand came down again, another hard slap in exactly the same spot. Over and over again. Each time, you oblige him with a thank you, Sir and all the while, Joel continued his three finger assault.

Pausing only to give his own hand a break, he palmed at the heat of your flesh, massaging the brilliant mark he’d left behind. His cock was painfully hard, the sight of you writhing between them driving him wild. Tightening his hold on your hair, a harsh jerk forcing your slender back to arch. Your clit grinding against Joel's palm as Javi worked the zipper on his jeans. There would be no foreplay from him, no warning you up or allowing his favorite little toy a chance to get used to the idea of what he was about to do… He lined the swollen head up with your tightest hole and slammed balls deep into your ass. 

You scream at the invasion, your walls massaging him as he pulls back, reaching the very tip and slamming home again. His thrusts brutal as he drills into you. From this angle, he could feel Joels fingers against his length. If only it was his cock, instead...

 Clearly, Joel was of the same mind as he’d raised his head, the hand not buried in your cunt sliding the zipper of his pants down. His hard cock sprung free of its binds, and he swapped the fingers with his length in a matter of seconds. 

The males groaned on impact, their rhythm perfectly in sync. As one moved out, the other moved in. They had done this dance before, were well versed in what they liked…their eyes locked over your head as the pace intensified. 

Joel raised his fingers, still slick with their juices, forcing them between your lips. The soft glow of the overhead light reflecting on the gold rings he wore. Your expert tongue cleaning yourself from Joel's fingers as he pushes them deeper. Javi used the fist in your hair to force your head forward, moving it back and forth. “Take it, slut.” The growl came from Javi and Joel groaned again…

Joel's other hand came down on your tits, catching the nipple hard. Your cry muffled, as was the thanks you offered to him. Pride filled his chest as you continued to behave. Such a good girl for him. Joel repeated his action, slapping you so hard the flesh bounced in retaliation. 

Javi reached around to slap the other one at the same time, ensuring both were attended to while their cocks pistoned in and out of your tight little holes. Their bodies collided with such force, the slaps were as loud as those created by their hands. 

Joel slid out from your slick heat, throwing a knowing glance Javi's way. On a groan, the hand in your hair forced your upper body forward, your legs kicked apart as your body was bent into a right angle. In a quick movement, Javi pulled out of your ass and slammed into your soaking cunt, filling the space Joel previously had.

The devilish grin on Joel's face widened as his hand now took over the hold on your hair, slapping the tip of his heavy length against your lips. “Open for me, whore.” You oblige immediately, your lips sucking that length in between them. He groaned as he let you take control, for a short while, anyway. That expert mouth working Joel like you did this for a damn living.

He could see the muscles on his abdomen ripple and constrict as his breath tightened. Javi continued with his brutal pace, fucking you mercilessly. “Mmmm, such a good little fucktoy. Take it, that's a good girl.” He groaned, slapping your bright red cheeks. His hands dug into the small of your hips, leveraging himself against you to fuck you harder. 

For Javi, it wasn't about the money, or the whores. He could get them anywhere. The cash was cream on the top; the real bribe was you.

The kingpins daughter wasn't anything he could buy, you were something of a prize. The day he'd discovered your affair with your father's best friend, his right hand man, the Cartel's enforcer, turned out to be the best day of his goddamned life.

He'd had all the leverage he needed to take down an empire, the only problem was... he wanted you more.

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[ikeromantic]

Ikevamp Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 3

Arthur, Jean, Isaac, Dazai, and Will!

Arthur

"What's this, luv?" Arthur's voice breaks the silence in the parlor as you take down the curtains for washing.

You turn, amused to see his playful grin, but anxious too. He is unpredictable and always such a flirt. "What's what?"

Arthur chuckles, reaching for you. His hands brush your hair aside and tug down the back of your collar. "This. I knew I saw a hint of something."

"Hey! I didn't give you permission to just go -"

"There's a little heart. With wings!" His fingers brush the tattoo on your upper back. "I had no idea you were such a naughty girl, hm?"

"Arthur. I am not naughty. Let go of me?" You don't want him to notice how your pulse races at the touch, or the delighted shiver it sends through you.

He reluctantly releases you, merriment dancing in his eyes. "So how and why did you become a tattooed woman? Please tell me there's some juicy story involving a carnival and too much whisky?"

You roll your eyes. "Absolutely not on both counts. Look -" You clear your throat. "In my time, it's not unusual. Lots of people get them. I got mine after a bad breakup. To symbolize my faith in true love. Because I know it's out there, even if I haven't found it yet."

Arthur grins. "Haven't you? I mean, you do live in the same house as the most desireable-"

"Shut. Up." You let out a sigh, realizing the mansion's playboy writer is not going to take anything seriously. "And go away. I have work to do." You turn back to the curtains, trying to give him a hint.

"Oh, but I can't!" He hugs you from behind, his cheek pressed against yours. "I have to see the whole thing without all those pesky clothes in the way. And oh!" His hands slide up your side, sending a delicious warmth rolling through you. "What if there are more? I need to see all of you, luv. Inspect every inch."

Jean

You take a tumble while helping Jean at his sword shop, and cut your leg. He insists on bandaging you up, and despite your misgivings (does he know how to apply a bandage??), you let him.

As he slides your dress up to see the cut on your leg, he gasps. You realize he must have noticed the tattoo on your thigh. The equal-armed cross done in a delicate, colorful pattern, just for your eyes. Jean leans close, his breath warms your skin.

"Jean? The uh, the cut is a bit lower?" You try to redirect him.

"This mark -" He touches it, first with his fingers then with his palm pressed against your skin. "Where did you get it?"

You take a breath, trying to sort your thoughts with the distraction of his rough palm on your upper thigh. He has absolutely no right to make you feel this way, not when he's completely unaware of your reaction. You want him to let go, and you don't want him to all at once.

"In my country. Why?"

He lets go of you then, a relief and a let-down. Then he tugs down his own shirt to show his shoulder. The tiny cross there is so similar that you gasp. "I got mine after Orleans . . ."

"Well. I mean. It's not - not that unusual?" You feel uncomfortable at the intensity of his violet gaze.

"We are marked. Connected."

Your heart lurches in your chest, thudding against your ribcage. You don't know what to say, and can only nod.

Isaac

You aren't sure why Isaac draws back. You thought the two of you were about to have a moment, but his hot-and-cold behavior always keeps you on your toes. You never know if he wants you to stay or to go away.

"Can I ask you something," he says, his tone full of uncertainty.

"You just did." Your joke doesn't even raise a smile. "Sure. Anything."

"You shouldn't tell people they can ask you anything. They might really do." He sighs, frowns. "I - I noticed something on your arm?" He gestures.

That's when you realize your sleeve slid up enough to reveal the first letter in the words on your forearm. "Oh. Yeah. I have a little quote there." You put your hand over it, remembering the day you got it.

"Why?" His petal-pink eyes are wide and curious, a hint of worry in them.

You shrug, uncomfortable with the attention. "I don't know. I guess . . . I wanted to remember. The quote and what it means to me. Does it bother you?"

He shakes his head after an awkward pause. "No. But. Would you tell me about it?"

His response sends a shooting warmth through your chest and you nod. "Yeah -" The two of you scoot closer as you show him the tattoo, and the story behind it.

Dazai

"Toshiko-san! What's this?" Dazai's teasing voice comes from the window to your room.

You jump in surprise. Afterall, you're on the second floor. "I'm not even going to ask why you're coming in through my window," you sigh.

"Good. Less to explain. Now -" He climbs over the sill and plops down on your floor. "What is that I see on your foot?"

"This?" You show him the tattoo on top of your foot, where SpongeBob and Patrick grin under a cartoon sun. "It's from a TV show I liked."

He grabs your foot, a wide smile on his face. "Tee-vee? Hm. And here I was, thinking my lovely Toshiko-san was secretly mafia."

Will

"I have a query for thee," Will's chin nestled on your shoulder, his hands around your waist. "Pray tell, what is this painted upon thy delicate canvas?" He reached with one hand to stroke your shoulder blade, where your sun-and-moon tattoo was inked.

You shrug, drowsy and not in the mood to explain.

Will nips your neck, sharp teeth grazing your skin lightly. "Thou must answer lest I am forced to request more forcefully. I want to hear the tale."

Awake now, a tremble of anticipation running through your body, you turn in his grasp, or try to.

He laughs and holds you in place. "Ah ah. Release shall not come until you give me what I seek."

You surrender, mostly because it feels good to be snuggled in his arms. "I got them in college. I was thinking about the duality of nature - how nothing is as simple as it looks and . . . I don't know. I like the symbolism." It's hard to put into words but you try.

After a moment, he nods. "I see." He kisses your etched skin. "I wonder if I might spin a tragedy 'round a mark such as this. Though thine is more fair and deserves a better fate. Perhaps then, a comedy?"

Laughing, you finally turn to face him and place a kiss to his upturned lips. "You are impossible," you sigh."

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[hotdilfs11]

Mafia Boss-Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 1

✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father. sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings:mention of death

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I’m a mafia boss, or soon to be. My father is the boss of The Hawthorns Estate, along with my brothers, who are my father's right hand. A little backstory: I grew up in Birmingham with my mother. I was always around the Shelby boys, especially Thomas ever. since I was a little girl. They were all older than me. John was 17, Thomas was 18, and Arthur was 21. Anyway, Tommy and I were so close that anytime I had a complaint about anyone, he'd be the one to back me up and protect me. However, that changed drastically when my mother got ill when I turned fifteen years old. She never got better and died a year later, after my sixteenth birthday. It was devastating to watch my mother die slowly. The Shelbys were there for me when she passed away, and they were also willing to take me in since I didn't know who my father was.

DAY OF FUNERAL IN THE CEMETERY

As the Shelbys and I started walking through the cemetery to put my mother to rest, Four black cars pulled up in a straight line before my mother's funeral. Two Jeeps, one BMW, and one big Land Rover Polly was behind me, reassuring me. She had her right hand on my shoulder and her pocketbook in her free hand. Tommy was beside me on the left, close to me, making sure no one could hurt me, then John and Arthur on the left and right behind me. All four of them were ferociously protecting me.

"Who the fuck is that?" Polly said with a mean British accent. She didn’t want anyone to bother me at all, especially at my mother's funeral. Poll and Thomas looked at each other in concern as the cars started parking one by one in the line at the cemetery. “Tommy, sit here with her”, Poll said as she started walking up to these mysterious black cars. Tommy nodded and stood closer to me. He put one of his rough hands around my waist. I felt the warmth radiating off of his hands as he squeezed my waist letting me sink into him.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Poll screamed at the parked cars. As Poll was walking up to the cars, two men started getting out. Big, bulky, and scary, in black suits with sunglasses. The men began to open the doors of the BMW and the Jeep. Four other men climbed out of the cars with suits on. One had curly hair, was dark-skinned, slightly built, and tall; he kind of looked like me. The other two had olive-colored skin, jet-black hair; they were also tall; however, one was a little bit shorter with a strong build, and the other was tall with a medium build. Then the last guy He was old, maybe fifty years old, pale, big-boned, and also tall; he had to be about “6’7”.

Tommy pulled me a little bit closer to his warm, muscular body; he was practically hovering over me. John and Arthur also inched closer to me, also standing behind Tommy.

"Who the fuck are you?” Poll says she is concerned about realizing how tall all of these men are, but she doesn't let that stop her one bit.

"Who the fuck are you, I may ask?” the older one said in a heavy Italian, New York.

"I asked you first," Polly said, walking up to him.

"That girl over there, I’m her father, and these are her brothers now; what are your relations with my daughter along with those three boys over there?" He says

Poll looked back at us, concerned, and then looked back at the guy she was talking to with a brave look painted on her face. "What’s your name, I might ask?" she says, looking up at the older gentleman.

"My name is Hamilton Hawthorn; these are my sons," he says as he starts pointing at each of them.

"My oldest Ambrose," he said, pointing to the one with the curly hair. "My second oldest Cyrus," he pointed to the tall one with the jet black hair, and finally, my youngest Alexander," he pointed to the shorter one with the slightly bigger build.

"Now my daughter over there is the second oldest out of all of them. I’ve come to get her; she’s coming to New York with me.” Hamilton demands

“Fuck," Polly whispers to herself, looking at her feet.

She turns away from Hamilton to look back at all of us. "Veronica dear, come please!" she yells in a sorrowful voice.

I hesitantly started walking to Polly; however, I got stopped by Tommy. He grabbed my hand, tightening his grip, and gave me an unsure expression along with the other Shelby boys. Polly sees what’s happening and yells, "It’s okay, boys." Tommy slowly lets go of my hand as I start to walk over to the strange man. I was feeling apprehensive as I got closer and closer to Polly, unsure about what was about to happen.

When I got to Polly, she grabbed my shoulder and gave me a weary smile as she said, "This is your father, Hamilton, and these are your brothers. Ambrose, Cyrus, and Alexander"

I frowned at Polly in confusion. "So that means..."

"It means you're not staying in Birmingham, dear. After this, we’ll have to say our goodbyes," she says as tears start to form in her eyes, but she still keeps a brave face.

"But I,I, no Polly,” my voice started to crack, scared for what was going to happen. I look back to see the Shelby boys standing there for one last time, and then I look at Polly with sadness painted on my face. Polly stands in front of me with a fearless look on her face. She grabbed both of my shoulders tight and said, “You are the bravest girl I’ve ever met. Braver than me when I was your age, and braver than those boys up there. I’m so bloody proud of you and what you've become." We both start to tear up, and we gracefully hug each other for a long time, not wanting to let go of each other.

When the funeral ended, I said my heartfelt goodbyes to each of the Shelbys and went off to New York.

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[written-in-flowers]

Fly Away: Pt. 7

Pairing: Young!Aemond x Young!Velaryon!Reader | Side pairing: Rhaenyra x Alicent, Aegon x Helaena

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Au: friends to lovers, childhood love, incest (duh), slight homophobia expressed, repressed feelings, mutual pining, teenage runaways, mentions of bullying, arrange marriages

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Young love overcomes all in a family full of broken bonds and broken hearts. When Princess Y/N Velaryon and Prince Aemond Targaryen are discovered missing from their beds, their mothers must come together to find them. The search might do more for their families than a mere marriage pact can. 

A/N: want to clarify now that we stick with young!Aemond throughout the story. Ewan’s Aemond comes in at the very end. This is mainly done starting a bit before The Princess and the Queen and a little bit after the events at Driftmark. I do pull some scenes from the show, but it remains relatively loose throughout. Want to also point out that The Dance doesn’t happen in this universe, so...happy ending expected, because we need more of those.  

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Helaena stood in the main hall of Dragonstone, her cream-colored coat contrasting with the green and gold dress she’d worn. The light coming in from the high windows shined around her, giving her a candlelight glow. It was the first thing he noticed about her as he returned with his mother. He’d waited for her and Cole in the dragon pit, recalling how her dragon soared smoothly through the skies before landing gracefully. Helaena insisted on joining him in finding Aemond rather than stay home with their grandsire. She loved Aemond as much as the rest of them, if not more. The two outcasts of his family often flew together, building a bond that Aegon remained separate from. 

“Helaena,” his mother breathed in relief, hugging Helaena even if the other did not respond. “Thank the Gods you arrived safely. Ser Criston,” she nodded at the knight who’d come with her. 

“My Queen,” the dark-haired knight bowed his head to her, “Have you had any luck?”

“None,” she replied. “The maps have no useful information.”

“Prince Aemond is a clever boy, Your Grace,” Ser Criston said. “He will not make it so easy for us to find him.”

“A fact that I agree with,” Aegon told him.

His mother might covet Aemond over the rest of them, even if she claims otherwise, but she did not know him very well. She didn’t know about all the times Aemond evaded capture from guards searching for him. She wasn’t aware about his midnight visits to the rookery to send messages to his beloved. Aegon only knew because he caught him walking in the hallway shadows with the scroll in his hand after a night of drinking. 

‘Aegon, give that back!’

‘Hm, I wonder who this is for…Aemond…Mother told you not to write to Y/N anymore.’

‘I don’t care. Now, give me my letter.’

He truly loved you. Aegon glanced at Helaena, who intently listened to Criston’s reports from King’s Landing. He wondered what it felt like having someone who loved him that way. Someone who’d risk being punished just to have a part of him on paper; someone who’d leave behind their entire life to be at his side. Aemond wrote poem after poem praising your beauty and grace, as well as the warmth you brought him. He’d risk his mother’s favor to have pieces of you, little shreds of the girl who’d stolen his heart. Aegon imagined his brother walking through dragonfire simply to reach you. Aegon could never fathom someone doing the same for him. Why would they? He’d do nothing but disappoint them as he’s done his entire life. 

The realization came to him slowly, growing clearer and clearer to him as he watched Ser Criston and his mother talk over the painted table. If Aemond tucked away letters in his room somewhere, then surely you did as well. He had a rough idea where to find your quarters, and it is not as if anyone would care or stop him. Carefully, Aegon walked backwards away from the group towards the staircase leading out of the hall. His soft footsteps went unnoticed by everyone except Helaena, who turned her head at the slight sound. He put his finger to his lips to signal her silence, then reached the stairs. He went up them silently, and found the hallway going further into the keep. He kept his hands behind his back, casually walking as he glanced into each room on his way. 

Aegon noticed her before she noticed him. A maid dressed in a red gown with a white apron busied herself with changing sheets in one of the bedrooms. His eyes scanned down her slim frame, imaging what beauty must be underneath. She had a pretty face, and a bosom that caught his attention instantly. He pictured himself pushing that lovely body onto the bed and taking her as he should, as she’d absolutely love. 

No. He needed to stay focused. Aemond was missing, and your room might have answers he needed. 

He forced himself to keep on walking until he found a closed door. Aegon stared down both sides of the corridor before slowly turning the knob and opening the door. Inside, he did find an empty bed chamber. He knew it was yours by the drawings left on the writing desk and hung on the walls. Plush furniture sat in one corner of the room with a small table for placing treats and tea. Jewelry on a vanity table convinced him that he’d found the right room. 

Aegon walked right over to the desk, scanning over the scattered papers to find more unfinished drawings. Picking up the topmost one, he saw you’d taken a stab at drawing buildings. You’d drawn the palace gardens back home, particularly the enclosed space overlooking the ocean. He saw you’d added small passing ships on the horizon, and drew flowers around the edges. You could use more practice, but he could at least make out figures in them. He found another of the strawberry bushes. A far away landscape featured two women standing with their backs to the viewer; they stood side-by-side close and possibly holding hands as they watched ships and dragons in the skies. He wondered who they were until he saw one woman’s long curls down her back. Their mothers? He nodded his comprehension. 

He found another of your brothers in what resembled a training yard, clashing swords with smiles on their faces. A study of drawing smaller bodies as opposed to adults, he supposed. Aegon could not help feeling a small ball of resentment in his stomach. Aemond had a difficult time adjusting after he lost his eye. Aegon might snort or snicker when Aemond knocked something over or bumped into a wall, but that did not dampen his guilt. A proper brother would’ve made sure Aemond went to bed, or at least went with him to find Vhagar. He recalled The Pink Dread, a pig he’d dressed as a dragon for Aemond, and felt worse. It’d been a joke, a jest as brothers do. It displeased his mother, who claimed he must maintain an image of family unity in the world. 

And that same boy is now in the world with the girl he loved. It was a tale fit for singers. 

“What are you doing in my sister’s room?” 

Jace’s voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see him and Luke standing by the door. Jace glared while Luke stared in curiosity. How could his father truly believe they are not what they are? Rhaenyra’s treason was as clear as day, but he remained willfully blind. Truthfully, Aegon did not care as much as his mother before. He hoped never to have the throne; he had no wish for it nor felt suited for the job. He preferred freedom over the shackles of the crown. Rhaenyra could keep it, as long as she left his family alone. Daeron is safe in Oldtown, but he, Helaena and Aemond are not. She’d do it so her bastard sons can take the throne after her. The two boys who’d blinded his brother. 

“Looking for clues,” he replied, returning to the pages and deciding your letters wouldn’t be here. “Aemond had a whole box of letters at home. Your sister might have one too.”

“Y/N is not supposed to be writing to Aemond,” Jace walked further into the room carefully. Aegon imagined he expected a fight. He wondered if he’d slice his eye open just for being here. 

“So? Since when does your sister care what your mother says?” he asked, crouching to a drawer and finding more art supplies and writing tablets. “She clearly didn’t if she ran away in the middle of the night.”

Jace couldn’t ignore this logic. He walked up to Aegon as the taller boy stood, then said, “She wouldn’t keep it here. This is the first place Mother will look.” 

“I know where she hides things!” Luke suddenly said excitedly, glad to have a reason to be included. “It’s the same place where she hides her sweets.” 

“What sweets?” 

Jace and Aegon watched little Luke hurry forward to a bookcase near the balcony. Grabbing the desk chair, he dragged it right up to the case and stood on it. Luke felt around on the very top shelf, dangerously standing on tiptoes to do so before he let a huff between his teeth. When returned with a wooden box in his hands. 

“She showed it to me when I came to her room the other night,” Luke informed them, opening the box. “She keeps sweets in here sometimes…yes!”

Aegon took the box as Luke retrieved a brown pouch and left for the bed. Jace and Aegon examined the box’s contents together. You kept several dried or crushed flowers on one side, a seashell, a necklace made of different colored stones, and papers. Lots of papers. Aegon recognized his brother’s handwriting on one, and pulled it out. 

“I watch ships pass in the morning,

And think of your violet eyes.

Violet eyes, which hold the world,

But dream of flying from it as well.”

Aegon did not bother with the rest. Jace picked another one, reading it and then laughing. 

"'Your hair reminds me of starlight'," he snorted. "Your brother is so strange."

Aegon agreed, but he glared and nudged Jace. "He's not strange. He's sensitive," a word his mother used often when describing Aemond. "What else does it say?"

"Nothing important. And yours?"

“Nothing.”

Aegon rifled through the box to find another letter. This appeared to be the newest of them, since it was less worn. A gasp escaped his lips when he read about his brother’s plan to meet you on a small island outside of Driftmark and between Dragonstone and King’s Landing. He told you he needed to prepare things first, which he assumed was rations and equipment. Aegon tried recalling any islands in that region, but only Driftmark came to mind. He closed the box, tucked it under his arm, and stormed out of the room with Luke and Jace behind him. 

“What did you read?” Jace asked Aegon, trying to keep up with his long strides. “What is it?”

“They ran away,” he said, his suspicions finally being confirmed. 

“Yes, we all knew that, but what else is there?”

He arrived back in the main hall where the families still stood on opposite sides of the table. “They’ve been writing to each other,” he told them when they spotted him and the boys. He walked right up to his mother, putting the wooden box on the table, “They planned it together. Look.”

His mother read Aemond’s letter, then peeked through the rest in the box. Her eyes met Rhaenyra’s, and in some secret way, they understood each other. “Does it say where?” Rhaenyra approached, taking the letter to read it herself. She then frantically searched through the maps in front of them to find no such island in the area. “Maester Gerardys,” she called to the old man, “Why is this island not charted on any of these maps?”

The maester read the letter next, then his jaw dropped. “Ah, because this island was considered abandoned several years ago.” He then lowered his head, “Forgive me, Your Grace. I thought the princess was merely interested in historical geography. It never occurred to me that she may be planning an escape.”

“Your meaning, Maester?”

“Princess Y/N came to my solar some weeks ago asking about historical landmarks. As a Maester of The Citadel, I always encourage the journey into knowledge,” he said, putting the letter down. “She asked for any books or maps containing uncharted or since abandoned lands. She told me you knew about her interest.” Aegon spotted his regret hanging on his narrow shoulders, “Forgive me, Princess. I should have suspected Princess Y/N was up to something when she kept her research secretive.”

“What can you tell us about this island?” Ser Laenor asked him next.

“The most we know is it used to be a trading post in the days of Aegon the Conqueror,” he shrugged. “It was taken off the map after the trading routes between Westeros and Essos changed due to pirate ships in the area. The last anyone knew was that pirates raided the village, slaughtered most of its people, and those who survived moved to neighboring lands. It has been abandoned since then. I have the books she might’ve looked into in the library.” 

“We will see them,” his mother urged, letting the maester lead her, Ser Criston, Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor away towards the staircase. 

Aegon, Helaena, Jace and Luke watched the adults walk away with the maester. An uneasy feeling settled into Aegon’s bones. A sudden impatience and suspicion surged inside him. They knew where Aemond was. Why were they stalling? 

 “Aemond and Y/N are missing,” he said to the group at his side, “And here they are going up to look at some old books.”

“The books might tell us more about where they are,” Helaena suggested. “We don’t know anything about this place. It’s old, like the Maester said.”

“Our sister wouldn’t go anywhere dangerous,” Jace spoke before Aegon. “She’d research more before leaving.”

“Aemond is the same,” Aegon said. “They are not fools. Wherever this place is, they’d make sure they could live there first.” 

“Y/N is missing,” Luke added. “We should be looking for her. She might be hurt.”

“She’ll be fine. So is Aemond,” Aegon replied, looking down at him. “He is a skilled huntsman and has good wilderness skills. He…He pays much more attention to things than any of us. Even if he is half-blind.” 

He let the last words sting. He saw both boys shift uncomfortably as he said it. He was glad it upset them. His own stomach churned imagining Aemond struggling right now. Aemond needed to do everything on the right side, since he cannot see it if it’s on the left. His neck must be aching from turning his head so much. The Maester said his body will adjust soon; it’s been less than a year, and he’s managing fairly well. But, he still occasionally ran into tables or chairs. Not due to clumsiness, but his disability. The two boys, dark-haired and dark-eyed, permanently blinded his baby brother, and never apologized for it. They believe he deserved it. 

Over an insult. . 

“We should go,” Jace said, breaking Aegon from his thoughts. 

“What?”

“We all have dragons,” he reasoned. “We can go now to where this island is, and find them ourselves.” 

“We do not know where this island really is,” said Helaena. “We should wait for Mother and Rhaenyra.”

Aegon turned back to the painted table, still glowing and warm, and noticed a pitcher of wine nearby. It’d been hours since he touched a cup of wine. He’d gotten in one or two during his search in the city, but he forced himself to focus on his search. His fingers itched to reach for the pitcher and cup. But, he kept his eyes back on the table. His mother appeared pleased with him so far; he did not want to ruin that. 

“We’re wasting time,” Jace continued. “Anything could be happening to them right now, and here we are, talking.”

“What do you suggest we do?” Helaena asked him, a tone of annoyance in her voice. “Do you suggest we go flying ourselves to find them?”

“Yes,” Aegon answered, standing straight to look at her. “Yes, I agree with Jace. If our families want to play ‘put-the-pin-on-the-map’ then they can do so. We have our own dragons. Why not go ahead and find Aemond and Y/N?”

“Because it can be dangerous.”

“How dangerous?”

“We do not know. That is why it is dangerous.”

“I doubt my sister would go anywhere deemed dangerous,” Luke spoke. “She’s very smart and clever.”

“So is Aemond,” Aegon added. “We’ll put it to a vote. All in favor of going to find the star-crossed lovers?” 

He, Jace and Luke raised their hands. 

“All opposed?”

Helaena raised hers. “Mother will be furious if you run off, Aegon,” Helaena said, putting her hand down. “We are all meant to be here where we can work on a plan together.”

“We are working on a plan,” Aegon shrugged. “The plan is to go to this island of theirs, find them, and then return home.”

“We should bring food!” Luke piped up at his side, “They might be hungry.”

“And wine,” Aegon smirked. When he caught his sister’s eye, he said, “To celebrate their safe return, of course.” 

She rolled her eyes and it briefly reminded him of their mother. Helaena is wrong. Their mother will be so overjoyed by Aemond’s reappearance, she’ll forget that Aegon took his nephews to go find her. Without any more discussion, the group began preparing to fly again. Jace and Luke gathered rations from the kitchens below, while Helaena followed Aegon to the dragonpit. He’ll find Aemond, bring him home, and his mother will be delighted. 

“Aegon, we should not do this,” Helaena said, briskly following him outside. “We should wait.”

“I’m done waiting.”

“Are you truly, or are you so eager to prove yourself to Mother that you’ll behave recklessly?”

He looked over his shoulder at her, “What are you talking about?”

“Mother is always berating you. She expects disappointment from you every time,” she retorted. “Not that you have not given her cause to feel such a way. You’re always off somewhere in the city, drinking or gambling or bedding women. You are rarely home, and when you are, you ignore all your responsibilities as a prince. You’ve never shown interest in your duties. You don’t even show interest in your own family unless it is serving a purpose for you.”

“Shut up,” he rounded on her at the last line. Her words stung hard. “I do have an interest in my family. I am concerned about Aemond, aren’t I?”

“Yes, right now, but we both know once Aemond is home, you’ll go right back to ignoring us.” 

“I don’t ignore you.”

“Yes, you do. You only spend time with Aemond during lessons or sword training.” She hesitated, “You never take notice of me, surely.” When he stared back at her, she continued, “I did not ask to marry you, but I at least understand there are obligations that come with marriage. If you want Mother’s approval so badly, you can start by giving her grandchildren, at least. I thought the idea of having a woman you don’t need to pay for might be enough for you, but clearly it is not.” She kept her fists clenched at her sides, eyes squeezing tight as if she forced herself to say these words. “You don’t even care what people say about me.”

“What do people say about you?”

“That I must be so daft that I don’t know how it works,” she said, not looking at him still. “That perhaps I do not tempt you or am not pretty enough.”

“You are pretty,” he rolled his eyes, “And I’d teach you how.” 

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because…”

“Because why?”

“Because you’re…We have nothing in common, Helaena. You like your insects and have those silly dreams. I don’t believe we’ve had a normal conversation until yesterday.”

“Oh, as if you need to have common interests to bed a person. I am not asking for your love or affection. I know you are not capable of it-”

“-I am capable of it,” he challenged, getting closer to her. 

He saw the contempt in her eyes. He rarely saw such raw emotions in his younger sister; she often kept to herself at home, and never approached him. Aegon looked over her face, taking in her features and her lips. They looked soft. He shuffled forward, pressing her into a wall just inside the doorway leading outside. The small gasp she released sounded soft and sweet. Cupping her jaw, Aegon looked at her a bit longer. Helaena is beautiful, there is no doubt there. She is delicate and timid most of the time, unless provoked to stronger feelings. Perhaps he’d been wrong about her the whole time. 

“Aegon…” his name came out in another sigh. 

Her nose looked like their mother’s, round and button-like. His thumb traced her lower lip before resting on her chin. He did not hate Helaena; she is his sister. He despised the institution that chose her for him, instead of letting them choose themselves. Aegon did not ask for this. He did not ask for any of it, but the gods forced it upon him. Looking in her eyes, he knew he’d never intended to hurt her. His interest in women lied in others, not in his delicate sister. 

“Aegon, if you intend to leave, we must go before-”

Aegon leaned down and kissed her. Most of the women Aegon kissed tasted like wine or ale. Helaena tasted like neither. She didn’t have much of one, but the tongue that slid into his mouth brought out a faint moan. Aegon kept Helaena pressed to the wall as he deepened their kiss. One hand going up into her silver waves, the other wrapped around her waist. That familiar warmth rushed over his body as he continued kissing her. She soon kissed back, getting into the rhythm, and making him hard. 

“You should not listen to what others think,” he said breathily, pulling away from her. “You are a Targaryen. You are blood of the dragon, and they are little sheep. A dragon eats sheep. She does not listen to them." He kept her close to him. She smelled like dragon from her previous flight, but it did not bother him. He should care more, he realized. Just like he should have cared about Aemond more. He cleared his throat and stepped away from her, "Let us go find our brother and bring him home, hm?" 

He still felt the warmth of her lips on his as they walked to the pit. 

***

The sea breeze never reached the threshold of the forest. You felt it breeze through the canopy above, occasionally brush on your skin, but nothing like being near the house. You tugged at the collar of your shirt, wishing you could remove it, though with Aemond so close by, you decided against it. The kiss in the lake was plenty of touching for you. 

"Aemond, where are we going?" You asked him, stepping over a fallen tree as you walked on. "Do you know where we are?"

"We're on the southside of the island," he said. "We're going in the direction of the river. Animals are more likely to be near water sources. But, I'm going to set traps Ser Criston showed me."

"Will they work?"

"I hope so. I do not wish to wander too far into the island. We don't know what lives here, if anything at all. Besides," he turned to look over at you, "I have you to worry for as well."

"What does that mean? I can take care of myself."

"Not if it's a wolf or a large predator," he said. He then said, "I do not mean to say you are weak, Y/N, but you are no fighter either. If something attacks you, there won't be much I can do for you if you are hurt."

"I feel the same as you," you walked a few steps closer to him, taking his hand. "Let us set these traps and be done with them. I can look around for herbs or fruits we can eat as well."

He smiled softly. He still wore the makeshift patch you'd given him, and his shirt and breeches  but no other layers. You’d done the same with your own clothes, opting to wear a shirt and your riding trousers. You walked together further down the stream, occasionally stopping so Aemond may set up his snares. You stripped a nearby berry bush of its fruits, and even found an apple tree. When Aemond finished a snare, you'd dug up a few mushrooms and herbs you recognized from Maester Gerardys's book of medicinal herbs and flowers. You assumed if they're safe to consume in medicine, they're safe for food. Overall, you'd gathered a good haul. 

Walking a bit further inland from the riverside, you watched Aemond constructing his last animal trap before something caught your eye. A large ray of light through the trees revealed a clearing not too far from where you both stood. You could not see much other than the rim of tall grass surrounding a single tree, and knew you should stick to Aemond. However, curiosity got the better of you. Carefully, you moved from where Aemond sat crouched on the ground, towards the clearing. You gasped softly when you saw what stood in the center. 

Tall and stark white with crimson five-pointed leaves on its long branches, a heart tree stood planted in a meadow of grass and flowers. In the thickness of its trunk, a face had been etched into the bark. The red sap that often came from cracks in the mesmerizing trees resembled tears as it slipped from the eyes. The weirwood trees of the Old Gods could be found in various places around Westeros. Almost every noble castle had a heart tree, since they'd once grown everywhere until the First Men arrived and cut them down. The only ones you have ever seen were in the Red Keep and on Dragonstone. They had their tranquil, quiet place where those of the Old Gods may pray to their deities. Your family followed The Faith of the Seven, so you had no real use for a heart tree, yet you still enjoyed the seclusion of the keep's godswood. 

"Y/N! Y/N, where are you?" You heard Aemond call from afar. 

"Over here!"

In a few minutes, Aemond broke through the treeline to see you near the heart tree. His eyes widened at the tree, surprised to find it in the middle of a southern island. He walked up beside you and stared up at the tree with you. The carved face stared back at the both of you, two strangers taking in the shade of its leaves. 

“The Northerners say that the old gods can see people through the eyes,” you said, recalling the histories and cultures you’d read. “It’s why Northern people have important ceremonies in front of heart trees.”

“Ah, nonsense,” Aemond dismissed. “It’s only a tree.” 

“I don’t think so.” 

You continued staring at the white tree. You’ve never met anyone from The North because it is too far away, and not many of them come south. Yet, even at home, whenever you walked into the godswood, you felt them there. The Old Gods weren’t stone statues or stained glass windows or rainbow crystals like The Seven. You didn’t see Northerners putting their beliefs into material things, especially since many are descendants of the First Men. The Old Gods lived in the streams and the winds blowing through the trees. Even now, a soft gust blew through the small meadow of grass and flowers. It cooled your warm skin, and relieved you of the heat in your cheeks. It felt as if the gods said ‘Come here, child. Come into the shade and rest your tired feet.’ Something about the ominous tree brought a feeling of serenity and calmness. You liked it. 

“How long do you think its been here?” you asked. 

“Centuries. This island did once have people on it, so maybe some of them believed in the Old Gods.”

“Or it was here even before them, and they left it alone,” you suggested. “I like it.”

“You do?” 

“Yes. Why? Don’t you?”

Aemond thought about this. Then he said, “There is a certain magic to them, I suppose." He went silent again, "It’s…It is kind of like our dragons.”

“What?”

“I think Northern people have a special connection to these trees,” he explained. “Like we do with our dragons. I’m not a believer of the Old Gods, so I feel nothing for this tree, but I’ve met Northern people who say being in the presence of these trees is being in the presence of their gods. It’s why they pray in front of them; their prayers are not like prayers to the Seven either. It is simply speaking from their heart.” He glanced over at you, “They also have marriage ceremonies by the trees.”

“I’ve heard. I’ve never seen one though,” you continued looking at the tree, “Can you imagine what they look like up north?”

“There's surely snow, I imagine,” he smirked slyly. 

You nudged him, “You know what I meant, silly.” 

You giggled together, and then settled down at the base of the tree. You took out two apples, and handed Aemond one of them. Munching into his, Aemond said, “Would you want to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Marry like the Northerners do?”

The question stunned you for a moment, but then said, “I don’t think so,” you took a bite out of your apple, letting the juices fill your mouth and swallowed. “I find their heart trees lovely, but I do not believe in them enough to marry in front of them.” You hesitated, “I suppose I’d marry under The Seven like my mother and father. I’m sure your mother would’ve wanted the same, since her family are patrons of The Faith.”

“Aegon and Helaena were, so I guess as much.”

“Would you, if you had the choice?”

“Maybe.” He bit into his apple, chewing it before saying, “I find Valyrian wedding ceremonies intriguing.”

“You’ve seen one?”

“Obviously not,” he said, “But I read about them in a book of Old Valyria. Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives married in such a ceremony.”

“How is it done?”

“Well, both man and wife make cuts on their lips and put the blood on each other’s foreheads, and then cut their palms to put into a cup to drink it.”

“How disgusting.”

“Is not.”

“Is too. I wouldn’t want to drink your blood.”

“Why not?"

"Because it's blood, Aemond," you replied incredulously, ending with a soft laugh. "Why? Do you wish to drink mine?"

"Well…no, but it'd be for the ceremony. It'd be meaningful." He ate more of his apple, "So in a sept then? I don't believe they have any here."

"Oh, they must. All little villages have at least one somewhere." You bit into your apple, staring out into the meadow around the tree. 

"Y/N," he said after a while. 

"Hm?"

"Would you still want to marry me? Even after…my eye…and all that?"

You looked over at him in disbelief. "Of course, I would." He did not answer, but the soft hum he gave away his thoughts. "Aemond, your…you missing an eye does not bother me. It never has. You are still you, and that is-"

"-Who you are fond of," he finished for you. 

You hated how he'd phrased it. "I…" the butterflies in your stomach fluttered harder than ever and your throat turned dry. "I…" 

Why can you not simply say it? You felt it. You loved Aemond, but in a way so much more different than others. You loved him the way Jonquil loved Florian or Queen Alysanne and her Jaehaerys. You’d flown far from home to simply be with him; you would've gone across the world for him. You could never escape him even if you'd tried. Aemond Targaryen was in everything you did. He'd somehow wedged himself into the nooks and crannies of your life and there he stayed. When you'd heard the betrothal was off, you thought you might die. Being with Aemond is the only certainty you've ever felt. 

So, why is it so hard to say? 

"Aemond, I…"

"You do not need to say it if you do not-"

"-Aemond Targaryen, if you truly believe that I do not love you, then you clearly lost more than your eye," you snapped, facing him. Your shift in tone alarmed him. You continued, "Aemond, you could've lost both your eyes, your arms, and legs, and I'd still love as much now as I did before. You could sprout wings and a tail, and I'd adore you. Aemond," you grabbed his hand, catching a grip on your nerves, "I love you. How could I not when my heart always yearns for yours?" 

The three words left him silent. He surveyed your face as if trying to catch a lie, but you kept your eyes on him. “Seeing your eye may take getting used to,” you admitted, “But that does not make me love you any less. I need you to believe that. Please, believe me, Aemond.” 

“You…” he hesitated, “You love me?”

“Of course, you fool,” you laughed softly. “Would I have come here if I did not?” 

You looked at the tree behind you. No, you are not a follower of the Old Gods, but you’ve heard non-believers still swear upon them. “I swear it,” you said, almost a whisper as you gazed at the crying eyes near you, “By the Old Gods and the New, Aemond.” 

A whim took you by the hand, and you grabbed Aemond’s. An officiate should be here, but what customs and traditions matter? This island belongs to you both. You can create your own traditions. You brought him to the base of the tree, standing a few feet from the trunk of the heart tree, and took both of hands. Aemond looked puzzled for a moment, but then smiled softly. His smile always lit up his face; the missing eye never distracted from that, not to you. 

“I,” you started in a shaky breath, “Y/N of House Velaryon take you Aemond of House Targaryen to be my husband in this life and the next.” It sounded good so far. “Here in the presence of gods, I ask that my life walk alongside his. Where my husband goes, I will follow.” You struggled to find more pretty words, then said, “For there is no me without him.” Pecking his lips, you waited for him to say something. 

“I,” he finally said, “Aemond of House Targaryen take you Y/N of House Velaryon to be my wife in this life and the next.” He catches on so quickly. One thing you loved about him. “I ask that my life be forever bonded with hers, and our souls become one. I shall comfort her in times of sadness, and guide her in times of darkness. I shall follow her wherever she may go, and whatever the gods may put in our path.” He gave your hands a gentle squeeze, “Because I love her. There is no me without her.” 

The world stood still. No wind, no birds, no animals sounded in the meadow. The gods, you imagined, stopped the world to listen to your vows. They sensed the truth in your words, and accepted your prayers. It did not matter if no living person witnessed your ceremony. The Old Gods had witnessed your marriage, and gave their blessing in silence. 

Aemond smiled softly, then kissed you without a warning. Unlike the lake, this one remained chaste and soft. When he pulled away, you saw a pinkish blush on his cheeks and kissed him again. Somewhere out there, you knew your mother would chastise you for this, but she was not here. Nobody was. The only observer to Aemond laying you down in the grass and continuing kissing you was the carved face of the heart tree. 

***

“It cannot truly be that far from here,” Rhaenyra said, annoyance rising in her voice. “If Lord Corlys’s man saw Starshine and Vhagar flying nearby, then obviously this means their little hideout is there.” 

She did not contain her impatience this time. They knew where the children were, they should be setting off to find them. Standing in the maester’s solar, she looked back at the group staring at her. Alicent stood at the forefront, stern and determined, wringing her hands. Rhaenyra did not notice any picked skin around her nail beds, but she knew the queen resisted the urge. She wanted to embrace her, convince her to go with her to find their children. But, she stood a few feet away where the large, withered old book sat on a table. It detailed old trading routes during Aegon the Conqueror’s day. One of the dotted red lines crossed right onto a small island right outside the mouth of The Gullet,  miles and miles away from any other land mass. It’d been at Maester Gerardys said: when Aegon took The Crownlands, he changed routes to navigate right towards King’s Landing after many reports of pirates in the area. Aemond and you showed equal interest in this particular part of history. It is obvious they are there. 

“Princess, we’re not entirely sure that is where they are. There could be dangers that we do not-” Maester Gerardys began, but she cut across him. 

“I have a dragon,” she seethed, “Whatever danger lurks on the island will face Syrax’s dragonfire. I am not stalling any longer.” She grabbed her riding gloves from off a table, and slipped them on. “I am going to get my daughter. Your Grace,” she turned to Alicent, “Will you come?”

Alicent hesitated. She’d always refused to join Rhaenyra on flights. She told Rhaenyra she preferred to remain on the ground. But, The Queen visibly gulped back her nerves and raised her chin, “I will.” 

“Good.”

She led Alicent out of the room and down the hall. Syrax will be saddled still, and she can hold two people now. Rhaenyra remembered the last time she’d mentioned this to Alicent, who’d declined. She’d sat up in her bed, wearing her nightgown, and persuading Rhaenyra that running away was foolish. Rhaenyra first thought it was because she’d have to fly, but as the hours dwindled, she realized Syrax didn’t scare Alicent. It was Otto Hightower, who’d instilled his firm beliefs into his daughter; the man who’d convinced her that without him she is lost and alone. 

“I hope they are alright,” Alicent’s anxious words broke through her thoughts. “Aemond…His eye still pains him, and he needs to take his treatments.”

The mentioning of Aemond’s injury brought guilt into her stomach again. It’d been an unfortunate thing, a casualty in a fight amongst children. Luke only meant to defend his brother, whom Aemond assaulted; he’d never meant to take the whole eye. Rhaenyra thought back to how she’d reacted, and knew she’d behave the same way over again…But, she should have shown more sympathy. She thought back to what you’d told her after everything settled. Rhaenyra casted a glance over at Alicent. 

“How is he adjusting to it?” she asked cautiously as they walked towards the dragon pit on Dragonstone. 

Alicent did not answer immediately, but eventually said, “It is a slow process, but he is progressing. He still knocks into things on his blind side, and his depth perception is not as it was. I have not even let him fly Vhagar. I’m always worried something worse will happen to him on that beast.”

“What could possibly happen to him on Vhagar?” she asked, bemused. “Dragons have eyes as well, Your Grace.”

“I know,” Alicent admittedly defeatedly, “It’s that…After he lost his eye, I fear some other horrible act will harm him more. I constantly fear for him. I fear for him, Aegon and Helaena. I worry if I take my eyes off him for a moment, something terrible will happen and it’ll be because I was not watching. I was not there.”

Rhaenyra almost asked why Alicent feared for her children’s lives, but then remembered what else transpired that night. She recalled how Alicent pleaded with the King for justice. She’d stood, distraught and frustrated, as her husband told her the matter was done. For years, King Viserys has upheld Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne despite having a trueborn son. Should Rhaenyra wish to remain unchallenged, she’d need to make sure her siblings did not usurp her. Rhaenyra never truly thought of what she might do. She knew Alicent would never plot a coup to have her deposed, and instill her son as king. Alicent is not the kind of person to break promises. Rhaenyra would’ve let them continue living in the Red Keep. They would all be safe with her as their queen. 

Did Alicent…

Did Alicent believe she’d kill them? That she’d kill her? Rhaenyra stopped by the gates leading into the pit, and stared at Alicent. Brown met violet in this stare. 

“Nothing will happen to them,” she assured her, stepping closer.  

She then realized how long it’d been since they’d stood this close. So many years of keeping their distance at tables and in rooms, she forgot the aura of Alicent. She’d forgotten the little things she’d loved about Alicent. The faint smell of flowers that came from her hair, mostly from ages of running lavender oil through it every morning. She vividly recalled days where she used to purposefully hug Alicent simply to smell those curls, feel them brush her face and encompass her fully. She wished she could relive it again, even if for a moment, for a minute. 

“Our children are safe.” 

Alicent paused, sad eyes widening slightly with recognition. She’d moved to take Rhaenyra’s wrist before someone approached them. Then, the universe put that distance right back between them. 

“Princess,” the bald Dragon Keeper walked over to her, “Syrax is saddled and waiting for you. The princes and princess have already taken flight.”

“They have done what?” 

Rhaenyra’s shocked expression alerted Alicent. “What is it?” she asked Rhaenyra, “What did he say?”

“He says the princes and princess have…taken flight?” Rhaenyra tried making sense of the words herself, “They have gone?”

“Yes. Prince Aegon said he and his cousins would be flying ahead of you to find Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N.”

“They’ve gone?” Alicent guessed from Rhaenyra’s expression. 

“They have.” Rhaenyra growled, and clenched her fists. “I told them to stay here!” she said, guiding Alicent into the dragonpit, “I told them to stay home and we’d go find Y/N and Aemond. Why didn’t they listen? Why do children never listen?”

“Because, unfortunately, Rhaenyra,” Alicent said breathlessly, “Aegon is much cleverer when his head isn’t swimming in wine.” 

Yes, it would’ve been Aegon’s idea. He appeared quite desperate to prove himself to his mother. Perhaps they’d all underestimated him. Syrax stood on the other side of the wide pit, being held back by armed Dragon Keepers. Large and formidable, the yellow dragon immediately settled once Rhaenyra came within reach of her. She did not appear bothered by Alicent’s presence, but then again that might be from years of her smelling Alicent on Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra climbed onto Syrax first, then pulled Alicent up behind her. She saw the nervousness in Alicent’s face, how she held on tightly to the back of the saddle, giving a soft yelp when Syrax moved. 

“It takes some getting used to,” Rhaenyra explained, getting onto the saddle in front of Alicent. “Hang on to me.”

Warm arms tightly wrung around her waist, and clasped together at her midsection. Rhaenyra nodded at a Dragon Keeper, who then moved out of the dragon’s way. 

“Ready?” she asked Alicent. 

“Ready.”

And for the moment, time became their friend. When Syrax took off into the sky, Rhaenyra and Alicent weren’t Princess and Queen. They’d become the girls who’d kissed in the seclusion of the godswood, and shared every waking moment together. 

Feeling the wind blow through her hair and coat, seeing the thick white clouds above and the vast blue ocean below, they became those girls again. They might’ve just left the Red Keep in the dead of night, escaping on Syrax and flying off into a new life. They’d be together always; they could live and love as they pleased with no laws or families keeping them apart. Rhaenyra imagined it as she guided Syrax through the air. Had the fates allowed it, they’d be in a small house right now somewhere beautiful, dressed modestly and living in a house of light and love. She’d have freedom. She’d have Alicent. Tears started brimming her eyes, blurring her vision and heating her cheeks. This was all she wanted since the night she kissed her in the sand dunes. 

Her daughter. Her little dove who loved romantic songs and stories; who’d seen running from home as an escape to real happiness. She sympathized with you. She’d wanted the same. In truth, she knew you'd be safe. Not only because you are her daughter, but because you had Aemond, who loved you. His love for you burned like dragon flame, breaking down walls and bridges to be with you. She knew he’d never let anything happen to you. 

But, he is just a boy. Much like she and Alicent had been girls with silly dreams. 

Rhaenyra allowed herself to live that dream for now, in the skies where it’ll stay.

****

A/N: heeeyyy we got some kind of marriage ceremony going on lol and Kid Squad and Super Moms are on the way! Feel free to leave any feedback, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter <3 

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Hunted pt. 3

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!reader

Summary: Will Dean warm up to you or continue seeing you as a monster?

Warnings: Pain, wound description, pus, mentions of drinking blood, getting undressed, swearing, mentions of attempted SA, mentions of murder

A/n: AHHH I hope you liked this part!!! There is probably going to be one or two more after this one ;)

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

The smell of bacon and eggs lulled you awake. You can’t remember the last time you ate a home cooked meal. When you were small you’d beg your mom to make French toast every morning, of course she didn’t but when she did it was always special.

You slowly pulled yourself from out of the warm covers and onto the smooth concrete floor. While using the night stand as a crutch you examined your bandaged foot. There was a sickly yellow color seeping through the white fabric.

You sat back down onto the bed not wanting to leave the room in fear you’d over stay your welcome. Something caught your eye though, the once shut door was slightly open just how you asked Dean to do last night.

The gesture made you smile, although it was such a small act of empathy, it was the first act of compassion you’ve been shown since you turned.

Foot steps approaching the door pulled you out of your thoughts and made your heart quicken, thankfully it was Sam.

“Hey, uh I’m here to check the bandages. And I brought you breakfast.”, he awkwardly shifted towards you which caused you to flinch out of habit. “Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”, he set the plate of food on the bedside table and slowly went down on his right knee and gestured you to place the injured foot on his left knee.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to flinch..”, you whispered and placed your foot for him to examine.

“You’re okay, you’ve had a rough couple of days.”, Sam said giving you a reassuring smile. The way the man looked at you was gentle as if he was afraid to break you. You were used to being treated as a threat so his caring nature felt foreign.

Sam slowly undid the bandages making sure he didn’t hurt you. Once the cut was exposed pus oozed out causing you to clench your jaw due to the pain.

“It’s infected..”, Sam grimaced and reached into the lower draw of the nightstand pulling out a new roll of bandages. “I thought vampires regenerated?”, Sam questioned as he wrapped your foot.

“They do, I don’t have that ability though.”, you replied. Sam nodded softly understanding your situation, “Why are you helping me?”.

“I know what it’s like to feel like a monster.”, Sam said solemnly.

You were shocked, how could a hunter possibly feel like the thing they hunted?

“What do you mean?”, Sam finished wrapping your foot and proceeded to sit next to you.

“I sorta started the apocalypse and was addicted to drinking demon blood.”.

“Wow..that’s um something.”, you fiddled with your fingers and Sam chuckled at your reaction.

“Once your foot feels better you can leave this room if you want.”, he got up and you did the same just slower.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Your brother doesn’t seem to want me here..”.

“Yeah well he has his issues, he’s probably just upset because you took over his room.”, Sam said nonchalantly.

This was Dean’s room? You can’t explain why but you felt your cheeks warm up. The thought of sleeping in his bed made your heart quicken. You internally cursed at yourself, having a thing for a hunter is definitely not a smart idea, plus he wants you dead…but you couldn’t deny it, he was cute.

“Uh, I was wondering if I could take a shower?”, you were embarrassed to ask but you felt dirty and couldn’t stand it.

“Yeah sure, bathroom is down the hall. Towels should be in there.”, he started to leave but turned back, “I uh can get your stuff from your motel if you want?”.

“That would be amazing, thank you so much!”, he nodded his head with a smile and left.

After you finished the plate of food Sam brought, you headed down the hall to where he said the bathroom was.

Once you found it you were surprised to see how large the bathroom was. It almost had a locker room feel to it.

Before undressing you made sure to close the door. When you took of your clothes they basically fell off by themselves. Most of them were in shambles, definitely unwearable. You ignored the bruises and scabs on your knees from the night of the attack and stepped into the shower.

The much needed shower felt amazing, the water cleaned away the dirt and grime from your body. Afterwards you felt refreshed and much more awake. You grabbed a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around your body.

You quickly scurried back to Dean’s room as your wet feet made slapping sounds against the smooth ground. You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom but when you returned to the room Sam had already retrieved your belongings.

You dried off and put on your favorite shirt and sweatpants, although your hair was still dripping down your back, this was best you’ve felt in awhile.

You used this moment as an opportunity to try and make amends with Dean. You made your way down the hall way, opposite direction of the bathroom, and eventuality found a room with a high ceiling and a table with chairs surrounding it.

In one of the chairs there he sat, Dean. He was too busy reading a book whose title was in some ancient language to notice your presence.

“De-Dean?”, he looked up at you and gave a pissed off look than returned back to his book.

“So you get to know my name but I don’t get to know yours?”, his words laced with poison.

You inched closer to the table and he didn’t seem to care so you took a chair and sat in front of him.

“If you wanted to know my name, you could just ask..”, you brought your knees to your chest and stared at him. You were completely in awe of his looks.

“Just because I’m not looking at you doesn’t mean I can’t feel your gaze.”, you got embarrassed and looked away.

“Sorry.”, you paused, “Y/n by the way.”.

“What?”, he said and placed the book down to meet your eyes.

“My name, it’s Y/n.”, you gave him a smile hoping he is warming up to you.

“Well, Y/n, when are planning on leaving?”, he obviously wasn’t warming up to you.

Instead of answering his question you took his book and flipped it upside down, “Hm, I’m not sure if I’m reading this the wrong way or if it’s in a different language.”.

Dean snatched it back trying to suppress a laugh, “It’s enochian, the language used by angels.”.

“Angels? So if you’re reading it does that mean you’re an angel?”, you didn’t know where this sudden surge of confidence came from. You were perhaps delirious due to the pain form your foot.

“No. Although I’d fit the part perfectly, I’m not. My friend Cas is though.”, you laughed at him but when he just started back in a serious manner you knew he wasn’t joking.

“Wait..you know an “angel” and his name is “Cas””, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yes. Now if you’re just going to sit here and annoy me than I’m going to leave.”, Dean got up and walked up the stairs.

“Nice talk..”, you said under your breath.

The rest of the day you explored the bunker, it was huge and there were many rooms. You eventually circled back to the table room and decided to go back to Dean’s room.

When you entered you were startled by Dean sitting at his desk, “Oh, I’m sorry.”, you awkwardly made your way to the bed but he didn’t pay you any mind. “Could I sleep here?”.

“Sure, I’ll be working on decoding this tablet.”, he said coldly.

You slipped under the covers and were greeted with the familiar scent of whiskey and cheap cologne. Dean’s presence was calming, although he hated your guts you felt safe with him.

You drifted off into a restless sleep. You were back in the alley way, the man had you on your knees and he looked down at you with a sickening smile.

“Please no!”, you screamed.

“You deserve this you dirty fucking monster.”, he started to unbuttoned his pants like he did that night.

You blacked out again but when you woke up it wasn’t him that was dead, it was your family.

“NO! No god no oh my god..”, you were crying and kicking in your sleep. You kept screaming for your parents and repeating that it was all your fault.

Dean shook you awake, “Hey! Y/n! Wake up!”, you jolted up and looked at Dean who was in shock.

Before you or him could grasp the situation you fell into his arms and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. The hug was awkward at first but he basically melted into you after a minute.

“You’re okay, I promise.”, he whispered.

It was at this moment Dean realized how human you were. You were broken and scared like how he was when he was a kid. His heart ached remembering everything you went though and the things he said to you.

“Am I.”, you croaked, “Really a monster?”.

“No no, I’m so sorry Y/n.”, he held you closer to him wanting to shield you from the world.

That night you told Dean everything as he held onto you, he shared what him and Sam went through. Both of your lives seemed pretty fucked.

I’m just a few hours you felt closer to Dean than anyone else you’ve met. For so long you both felt alone and you were both desperate for comfort.

“You can stay here as long as you need.”, you pulled back and looked at Dean.

“Really?”, you sniffed.

“Really.”.

A/n: sorry if this may have felt rushed, I kinda wanted to emphasize how desperate both Dean and Y/n are for a sense of comfort and found it in each other.

#dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural one shot #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural x y/n #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfiction #Dean #dean winchester x you #Dean Winchester/you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester/reader #Dean Winchester angst #angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #dean/reader #Dean x reader #dean/you

[chuuyamysunflower]

Asheiji fanfic recs pt. 2

Pt. 1 and 3 , 4

In His Eyes by peachcitt(2k)

“This is how you see me?”

“Yes.” Pause. And then: “This is how you deserve to be seen.”

-

or: eiji uses up expensive photo paper while ash gets a little more comfortable with touch

Like Sea Glass by nightscrawls(6k)

In this regard, Eiji never asks, only takes what's given.

But because the ground is so much further from them now, because these aren't tides he can reel in, because this scene was never written in the script, "Do you think -" Legs tremble over the rough rope, the penultimate before he falls or flies. "Do you think he would have approved of me?"

Mourning is the undertow that tugs them to the seaside each year.

somewhere in dinky by selfetish(6k)

“I like being with you.” No holds barred. “You’re my buddy. You’re my pal. You deserve to hear it sometimes.” Eiji lolled his head to AJ's side, resting on his shoulder. “I feel like myself when I’m with you. I mean, who else will listen to me rant about the snooty dog piles I see on Architectural Digest?”

“That all I am to you? You goon.” He playfully pushed Eiji’s head off of him. He unfurled from his shelled position and melted into the cushions, staring up with a grin on his face. He laughed as he stared at their reflections on the disco ball. “Look at us. Two young stallions, rambunctious rapscallions, lonely on Valentine’s Day and pouring their hearts out to each other. Damn. It’s sad.”

“There’s gotta be some kinda subtext I’m not picking up on.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

He blinked slowly. “So, anything you’d like to confess to me, AJ?”

Friendship expressed through vellum drafts and sales pitches.

Work Experience by awesomecookies(41k)

Aslan J. Callenreese, CEO of Lynx Corp. Philanthropist, one of Forbes' top 100 richest entrepreneurs in the world, Time Magazine's cover in last month's issue, leading the protest in climate change and development of sustainable and green engineering/architecture, head of many environmental organizations, and apparently one of the most brilliant and influential minds of the 21st century.

To Eiji Okumura, he was Ash Lynx (as nicknamed by everyone in his office). Angry, tired, and was often kind of a bitch actually.

-

or alternatively titled: "What to do when your boss is a hot blond American with the craziest attitude and an even crazier mind)

I want to spend my life with you by orphan_account(1k)

Childhood friends AU. Just little moments here and there with two soft boys in love.

A New York State of Mind by hatakelynx, JadedLynx(26k)

Famed author Ash Lynx is struck down by writer’s block and has never felt less inspired. International student Eiji Okumura is desperate for a good grade on his assignment. Inspiration isn’t the only thing that blossoms when these two lonely souls cross paths.

A mixed Ash/Eiji POV fic that ticks every box (and then some) for wholesome AshEiji fluff.

Color my Skin by SuperChorifly(68k)

Okumura Eiji, his mother decided, would be greatly loved throughout his life. Time seemed to prove her right, since as he grew up; Eiji would grow colorful rings on his wrists as if he was collecting them.

Aslan’s father had once told him -a cheap beer bottle in hand and eyes trained on the TV- that he didn't come into this world to be loved.

Or: Soulmate AU where the first time you and your soulmate touch, a colored line shows up in your skin

Summer of Cicadas by suffragettecity(43k)

Ash comes home for summer vacation, working his way through university payments by fixing up old cars. Eiji visits a family friend in Cape Cod, tending to his failed athletic career by lifeguarding the locals.

The buzzing of a once dormant youth.

Smile, Ash! by tailoredlillies(3k)

Ash's days have been interrupted by recurring tooth pain. A trip to the dentist reveals that his wisdom teeth need to come out ASAP.

And he is not looking forward to it.

Of Pancakes and Pumpkins by Blueskylover(12k)

In the fifth avenue apartment, Eiji befriends some housewives, makes terrible pancakes, buys lots of pumpkins, and has some realizations about Ash.

uplifted by postingpebbles(3k)

Then Ash exhales, willing his pulse to slow. He’s still strangely aware of himself for a dream, and as he mulls over that thought, Ash takes in the sight of this person—this man—and is struck by the sense of looking into a mirror.

They have the same battle-hardened green eyes (though the other man’s are… softer, somehow, behind the wire-framed glasses), the same blond hair, the same efficient grace in their movements. It’s what makes Ash lower his guard slightly and say, “You’re… me, aren’t you.”

--

(or: ash dreams of a future with eiji and fights for that happy ending he absolutely deserves.)

Born from the Ashes by Kamikama(57k)

Ash and Eiji were just investigating Banana Fish. They never expected to go back with a baby in their arms.

In Which Ash Can't Spell Eiji's Name by mangra(7k)

“Hello, welcome to the Banana Fish café, how can….hngg.”

Ash felt like someone punched him in the gut. Hell, his whole being was disintegrating at that very moment and was swept away by the wind. Standing before him was the most gorgeous man he’d ever laid eyes on. Handsomely cute in one package.

Ash wants to go on a date with that man. Eiji just wants his name spelled right on the cup for once.

Dude I think he just caught ligma by equinoctial(1k)

“I-” Ash seemed chill, but Shorter could tell-- by the way his eyes ever subtly darted at him, the way he was blinking something furious-- that his genius brain was shutting down at the presence of The Eiji Okumura. The Big Crush. The Him.

And only Shorter Wong could salvage the situation.

“Ask. Him. Out.” He tried to physically convey the message, hand movements wild behind the boy of Ash’s dreams. Ash at least seemed to process his movements, giving his crush a soft smile, and then-

“Ducks are quacking. Eiji. Walk fast.”

--

Shorter wanted to pull out his own hair whenever Ash disastrously failed to ask his crush out.

He’s already bald dammit.

Burn baby burn by Royaltae(2k)

Ash is starving and can't cook for the love of god.

And so,he sets his kitchen on fire.

Or

That one AU where A sucks at cooking and sets off the smoke alarm and B the neighbour comes to the rescue and oh shit he's cute and now I'm the one on fire.

[Pls read the tags before reading the fic<3]

#banana fish fanfiction #banana fish fanfic rec #banana fish fandom #banana fish #ash lynx #asheiji fanfic #asheiji #ash is taking a nap #eiji okumura #fic rec

[kandi-tutorials]

Hourglass

oh yeah. it's time

rough estimate of materials here. this is a VERY BIG project and I ran out of some supplies (like string, so I changed the amount from 100yds to 300 just to be safe)

i highly suggest setting a timer for two hours so you can remember to eat and such, especially if you're prone to hyper-focus like i am.

also, if you want more pictures of this, i have a bunch of them on my ko-fi. they're absolutely free to view. if you're stuck, DM me or send me an ask, or check there!

you know this video??

i saw it and went 'oh my god i need to have it'

and now it looks a bit like this

im making another one for my boyfriend for christmas. better to go big than go home, right? so, while i was doing that, i decided to do a write-up on it. but first..

design creds go to ghostinthecrowd on tiktok. their linktree is right here, so you can buy them a coffee or check out their instagram. they also have a BLM carrd linked. i 100% suggest their page if you're looking for any big projects.

now... this hourglass took me about a month of on/off work. this is a hefty project. it sizes about forearm length, and its probably 5ish inches wide. this would make a great centerpiece for decoration, or an amazing trade! anyone who receives this is sure to be over the moon about it!

pre-emptive warning: this post isn't going to contain many pictures. im writing this assuming that you have basic kandi knowledge (ufo cuffs, carousel cuffs, x bases). if you don't, or this is your first project, i admire your determination! ill link various tutorials for things next to what i'm doing so you can follow along too! my first project was an x-base, and i'm not going to tell people to do something easy if they're that determined. i think you've got this.

in addition, i made this a bit out-of-order. if my pictures look like i jumped ahead, or didn't finish a part, don't stress out about it.

without further ado...

hourglass!! time!!!

hold ur horses. first. compare with these pictures as you go to see if ur doing it right. it should look roughly like these when ur done (i say roughly, because i assume youre using diferent colors). also, as you go, im gonna reference my hourglass pictures a LOT. reference those as you go

i started by putting 33 beads on a string. whatever you go with, i'd suggest that it fits around the bottom of your forearm, near your elbow, if you want to wear it. if not, just go with 33 honestly. the amount you go with has to be a multiple of three. (33,36,39,42, etc). this color will be the top of your cuff, that's in a carousel cuff style, and we need two Xes. (x-base tutorials here, and here, and here). don't finish it off after you have two Xes, after that we're just changing colors. at the end, actually, we'll have 14 Xes (thats a LOT of Xes).

change colors to the first main color of your hourglass. mine was green. now it's red. make 4 Xes from that.

change colors to the sparkly bead you'll use in the future. mine was a sparkly green. make one X from that.

change colors to the second sparkly bead you'll use, this one was pink. make one X from that.

change colors to the second color of your hourglass, mine was just a light pink. make 4 Xes from that

change colors back to the color of the carousel cuff, or the color that you first used. in the pictures, it's black. make 2 Xes. finish and tie off.

Carousel Time Pt. 1

carousel cuff tutorials here and here. if you don't know how to make them, watch that, then come back here. if you know how to make them, still read through this. it's a carousel, yes, but it's a bit different.

we're doing this with two columns! that's right baby, this is multi-layered. for reference, here's pictures of it when done.

you know when you make ufo cuffs, and you start by making those Xes? like you have spikes, then you bring them down a bit to make, like, 3d Xes? we're starting by doing that. ufo tutorials here and here.

3d x example

through connector beads (the middle of the xes on the x base), string 5 beads, and go through the connector to the side of it. do this all the way around and you'll get nice spikes. go through the middle bead on those spikes, string 2 beads, and go through the connector below. i do not know any better way to describe this, honest to god.

go through that first black connector bead, right below the yellow. make more yellow spikes. bring it up by going through the same connectors as before. beading needles help a lot here. actually, i'd call them necessary. don't have one? a bent paperclip works perfectly. just straighten it out and make a loop at a end so it works as one. pliers are good for that.

those r some sick xes. lets make them sharper. stick ur string through one of the points sticking up in the middle of a 3d x, string 7 beads on, and go to the next middle. do this all the way around on the top and bottom. it might look kind of wonky, just keep rolling with it. when ur done, your spikes should look like those red ones on the bottom

columns! the ones described in carousel cuff videos. this is what makes a carousel cuff a carousel cuff. on the point that's sticking out (or the fourth bead) put a string through it. put both of the ends together, put on three beads, put both ends through the bead on the opposite spike, left string through left side, right to right. do two square knots, and do this all the way around.

also, a tip. make sure your strings dont cross when putting on beads. they have to stay parallel otherwise itll be jankey.

do this same thing to the bottom of your cuff. itll look something like this when done

there's more, though! through that fourth bead, string through, add 9 beads, and string through the next spike. do this to the top and bottom, all the way around. make more columns of three on the 5th bead. it'll look like this when done (ignore the black, thicker portion. we'll get to that later)

do this to the bottom, too. connect the points with 8 beads on the top and bottom of both carousels. for the 8 beads, dont pull the string that tightly. it keeps it from being stiff, it looks better if you just pull it together.

i do not know why the image is pasting sideways. just turn your phone or find the correct version on my ko-fi.

the middle. this is the main bulk of the cuff. start by making spikes of 5 beads that go through the first connector bead near the top. make Xes there.

make another row of Xes through the bottom connector bead, going upward.

and in the place where you made the spikes for the bottom-- string through there and make more spikes that'll go up into the bottom of the top Xes. spikes picture below...

it's a tight fit-- that's ok. that's part of what makes this project look really bulky. it might look kinda scuffed but keep going, that's normal.

do that all the way around, making three Xes

i do not know when i will hit the image limit; however, i am horrified to find out so i refuse to count my images

at this point, it's really connecting everything. that was the hardest part (to understand at least). put your string through the center of an X on the top, string 5 beads, and make a spike going to the next X center. do this all the way around...

and bring it down like this

make spikes on the bottom and bring them up, and then we're done with this section!

cool. do this again on the lower half

string through the last red connector bead, closest to the yellow part. add 5, go to the next one. do this all the way around, and bring it up to make a 3D X to the connectors vertical and right above it.

make another row right below it, stringing through the connectors you used to bring down the top spikes. bring it down to the connector vertically below the one you just strung through

once again, no fucking idea why it's sideways ._.

go through the bead you were using to bring it down-- it's the same connectors you were just using. pick one, go through it, do more spikes of 5. bring that last one down to the connector vertically below the one you were using to make spikes.

also, dont worry about it looking weird. itll be buried later anyway, it doesnt have to look great.

make spikes of 5, bring them down. make spikes of 5 on the bottom, bring them up.

ok. we're 3/4 of the way there. this is the final stretch!

go through the center of one of the upper layers of Xes. it doesn't matter if you do the top or the bottom. put one bead on, and string around and through that same center bead from before. string 5 to the next point. string one, go around. repeat all the way around on the top and bottom. pull this part REALLY tight. tie off at the end, snip. do the other side.

this is where i say good luck if you chose to use thick string.

go through the connector where the first spikes, closest to the yellow, started. it's on the base on the cuff, right about here

as you can see, add 5 beads and go through the next connector. do this all the way around. go to the other side and go through the last solid connectors and do the same thing: 5 all the way around.

on the top, string three through a spike, go to the bead sticking out below it, string 3 more, go to the next top spike. here's an illustration demonstrating this.

the purple line is the bead to go through. that one is the one that was put on top of a solid red spike. the blue lines are the three strung beads. thee green are the spikes you're moving through on the top, and the yellow-green is the rest of the top spike. do this all around the top.

do this on the bottom too, except stringing through the third bead in the straight string of 5. 3, string, 3, spike.

make these columns of two using the same method to make the carousel cuff columns. make one, skip two, make another. do this all the way around.

this might sound complicated so bear with me: thread through the same beads you were using for the top of the shiny red spikes, and make more spikes of 5.

if this doesn't make sense, PM me or send me an ask.

do that all the way around.

UPDATE: ok i ran outta supplies. and i kinda can't buy more at the moment, money's tight. so we're pictureless now! i'll try my best to be clear and consise.

After making those five, connect them down to the next section by stringing through that solid black bead on the base, stringing 2, going through the center of the 5 from before, and stringing 2 again. Do this all the way around.

This is essentially doing the same thing that we did on the top. From the black connectors on the base near the very top, string 5 all around. From there, string 7 around. Start stringing those parts together and making bars. Here's pictures of what it should roughly look like

For the side parts where they connect the top carousel to the bottom, pick a bead on the lower side of the carousel, connecting to a bar, and bead it going all the way down. original video used wire for this, but it was too hard for me to work with and i used non-stretchy cord instead. It should connect down at another bead connecting to a bar on the other side.

The rest from here is flare. I liked stringing through some beads toward the top of the clear, sparkly overlay and just stringing down. That's the clear sparkles/rainbow sparkles you see in the photo. After, I decided to make a single that I just threw on there (The pearl rainbow in the middle in the photo).

Get creative! Maybe add something that's really 'you'. Special charms or small perlers come to mind.

...

Hoo. Okay. That's it. I originally wanted to make this for my boyfriend for Christmas, and this post is going out mid-March. I seriously hope this isn't gibberish. Depending on how I feel down the line (likely years from now) I might make this tutorial into a video.

DM me or send me asks for questions. I'll try my best to get to your question ASAP. and as always, pictures of your kandi are always welcome in my inbox, i'll be sure to post them :)

best of luck, you got this.

#long post #like REALLY long #kandi hourglass #tutorial #kandi tutorial #scenecore #scene #kandi #buy me a kofi if you're feeling nice :) but no pressure ofc #also i'm thinking about expanding this blog into more than kandi #obv i still love kandi but that hourglass burnt me tf out and i have other neat hobbies! #idk it's a thought #hourglass #3d art #art

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

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