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quiet-out-there · 6 months

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summary: When Finnick notices how the reader's drink has been spiked with sex pollen at one of President Snows Balls, he and Peeta make a plan to save her from the special services the victors sometimes provide for the capitol. Finnick causes a distraction, while Peeta makes sure to take the reader away to safety, only the plan doesn’t go accordingly, and ends up with a sex crazed reader stuck on a closet.

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Warnings: sexual content, slight dubious consent, fingering, lots of praise, dom!Peeta??, reader under sex pollen

Notes: This is my first attempt at a shortfic about Peeta Mellark, as I have been quite obsessed with him lately This story is a short fic with little to no plot, so, enjoy the smut ;) For any weird grammar mistake, feel free to correct me for as inglish isn't my first lenguage!

Word count: 6.6k

Giff: @xiaolanhua

Finnick cursed out loud, grabbing the attention of some of the most important and exclusive people in Panem who were nearby. They began to chuckle and whisper among themselves in return, clearly enjoying the sudden outburst of District’s four beloved victor. Peeta, on the other hand, quickly realized something was wrong, politely ending the conversation with an all too eager sponsor who was in the midst of trying to convince him to go back to her room together. She was old, caked with so much makeup her features were almost unrecognizable. Staring at her for too long made Peeta feel uneasy, as if he were in a fever dream, where everything was washed in an eerie distortion, almost normal but not quite.

“Are you okay?” was the first thing he said once he got to Finnick’s side, standing beside one of the absurdly food collapsed tables at one of the ballrooms corners. He was holding a glass filled with sweet smelling liquor, his hand so tightly wrapped around it his knuckles were turning white. Peeta was sure it was going to burst into pieces in just a matter of seconds, so he quickly reached for Finnick’s hand, surprised to find little to no resistance as he took the glass away and set it on the table. The motion seemed to snap Finnick out of whatever trance he had been in, blinking at Peeta as if he were just now assessing his presence there.

“What?” was all he could manage to say, his eyes returning their focus to something far away, the feather of a muscle twitching as he grounded his jaw.

“What's wrong?” Peeta pushed, following the man's gaze in an attempt to understand what he was seeing that was making him so mad. Finnick had a temper, Peeta knew that, but it was always tightly concealed in that calm and easy-going facade he portrayed, his armor against everything. It took quite an effort to make him lose his composure.

“(y/n)” He answered, voice made of steel. Peeta frowned, eyes desperately trying to find what was going on, his chest tightening at the mention of your name, “They dosed her drink with an aphrodisiac powder.”

Peeta’s whole body froze, his eyes snapping back to the man beside him.

“What do you mean aphrodisiac powder, what the hell even is that?”

But Peeta could already imagine what it meant, what they were doing it for. Anger rose in his blood like fire, pumping into his heart, beating so fast it was starting to make it hard for him to breathe -

“Finnick” He managed to get out, hand coming up to grab the man’s arm, turning him to face him.

“I recognized this man talking to Snow earlier” Finnick began, his eyes closing as one of his hands came to massage his temple, as if a piercing headache was making it hard for him to think “He is the one who arranges the customers for-,” he took a deep breath before opening his eyes to meet Peeta's wide ones “ the special services from the victors the capitol sometimes provides”

His stomach churned in a way that threatened to make Peeta vomit every expensive item of food he had ingested tonight, right on the pristine marble floor. He knew exactly what Finnick was talking about. Haymitch had told him about this business Snow ran, a way for him to further control the victors, make them pay for whatever rule breaking he deemed was done on their game, threatening their family’s life as a cost of it. But (y/n) had won fair, she had outsmarted the players, not the capitol, she didn't deserve this, she-

“I have been watching this man all evening, analyzing his moves, trying to figure out who Snow had sold to him,” Finnick continued, interrupting Peeta’s running thoughts. “It was easy enough to discover, with the way he has been practically stalking (y/n) all night.” An exasperated sigh escaped his lips “But something is different this time. He hasn't come up to talk to her and she is completely oblivious to him, as if she doesn't know what Snow has done, as if she hasn't been warned what would happen if she denies”

Her family, massacred. Peeta swallowed, his throat painfully dry all of a sudden.

“That’s when I noticed what he was doing” Finnick’s hands bawled into fists by his sides, his eyes returning to scan the room before returning to Peeta’s, “They are drugging her, filling her with aphrodisiac poison that will make her unable to think of anything more than sex. They are making her into a puppet so they can take advantage of her, avoiding the resistance, the threats, the compromise on her part.”

“That is sick” Peeta breathed out, feeling lightheaded and utterly disgusted.

“People here in the capitol are absolutely rotten” Finnick spat, “I have been a victim of that drug before. It is so potent, it makes it physically painful to deny sex, it forces the body to need it on a primal level, triggering an almost survival instinct.”

Peeta cringed at the thought of Finnick, barely a teen, being a subject to all this.

“We have to do something, we have to save her” Peeta rushed through whispered words, his eyes looking around them in search of anyone who could be eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Yes” Finnick agreed, “But we must do it inconspicuously, or they could end up hurting her even more.”

“What is your plan?” Peeta’s breathing eased a little, his chest loosening at the reminder of Finnick’s clever mind.

“Once the effects of the drugs kick in, she will quickly excuse herself to the bathroom. There, I will intercept the man, distract him. Make a big scene if I must.” The ghost of a smirk pulled at Finnick’s lips at the thought, before it was quickly wiped away as he continued “You will find (y/n) and get her the hell out of here, but not to her room. They will be probably expecting her there” Peeta shuddered at the thought, nodding at Finnick.

“Where is she now?” Peeta inquired, his eyes returning to the crowd, unable to find the girl in question.

“Near Snow’s fountain, to the left side of the room. She is talking to a man with a neon green top hat.”

Peeta found you instantly then, the loud pounding of his heart in his ears drowning any other sound. You looked so beautiful, he couldn't help to notice, with your hair pulled away from your face in an elegant updo, filled with colored jewels that caught and reflected every light on the ball room, like a beacon. Your dress was made of black jewels as well, hugging every hill and dip of your body in an exquisite way, a slit on the side of your hip revealing the tan skin of your right leg. And your smile, so bright as you laughed at some joke the man before you had uttered, it took his breath away- until he realized how your chest was moving rapidly, as if the air entering your lungs wasn't enough, at how your skin was covered in a sheen of sweet, some stray away hairs curling around the nape of your neck and around your face, and at the way your hands had begun to tremble, hiding the away by clasping them tightly behind your back.

“It is starting,” Finnick commented, straightening his shoulders as if preparing himself to move. Peeta did the same, struggling to calm his fast beating heart.

You offered the man another smile, this one polite, apologetic. The man dipped his head and moved out of your way, allowing you to begin moving into the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor, towards the other side of the room, where the bathrooms were located. Finnick nodded at Peeta, signaling to start moving the same way as you. They got to there first, and Finnick leaned forward to whisper right on Peeta’s ear, in a gesture that seemed like a warm goodbye from a friend to the ignorant eye.

“I will go for the man, you grab (y/n) and leave right away, don't waste time on explanations until you are both alone and safe.”

Peeta nodded, clasping his back as reassurance. He could do this, he told himself, willing his body to calm down, to gather his anxious thoughts.

Before Finnick finally pulled away, he added in a tense, almost somber tone, so lowly his words almost got forgotten among the chattering crowd.

“Do what you must to help her, she’ll be glad it was you and not someone else.”

Peeta’s brows furrowed in confusion, but before he could ask what Finnick meant by that, he was already being swallowed by the crowd, disappearing among the vibrant colors, the moving bodies, the discordant music that made Peeta’s teeth greet in discomfort.

Peeta moved onto the side of the bathroom door, acting as if his shoelace had been untied and crouching down to fix it, avoiding anyone starting a conversation with him that could complicate his inconspicuous escape.

It only took a couple of minutes before he heard your voice,

“S-Sorry, excuse me please” You sounded breathless, words tight in your throat, as if the mere effort to get them out was painful.

Peeta got up then, instantly identifying you making your way out of the crowd in a desperate attempt to get to the bathroom. He walked up to you just as you took the door handle in your shaky hand, grabbing your wrist in a secure grip before pulling you along with him, without stopping to say anything. You gasped in shock, stumbling slightly over your feet before you could manage to keep up with his fast pace. You pulled at his hand in an attempt to be let go, but he ignored you, mind only focused on one thing-

The exit door, only a couple of steps away

“Peeta!” you exclaimed as you finally recognized him, struggling to maintain a composure, smile wavering between a frown and a grimace of pain “What the fuck are you doing?” you whispered, feeling as though your vision was shaking, not being able to see people anymore, just shapes and colors merging together in a sickening spin-

You were going to throw up.

“I’m going to be sick” you pleaded, arm now falling limp on his firm grip, deciding to leave fate in his hands- unable to do anything to resist, and knowing deep down Peeta would never hurt you.

Peeta’s heart squeezed on his chest as he heard you, and he opened his mouth to explain -what? he did not know- anything to make you feel better, to help you understand what was going on,

But then a crushing sound vibrated across the room, making people gasp and scream in shock, their attention now focused on the other side of the room.

Finnick

Peeta let out a sigh of relief as he got to the entrance door, which was luckily open, not a peacekeeper in sight. He didn't waste a second to pull you out towards the main hall, where the elevator to the victor's rooms was.

“It will be alright (y/n), I promise” Peeta finally spoke, his voice just above a whisper, as he continued his way with unbreakable determination, both of your steps resonating against the glass floor the only sound in the spacious room “just trust me, okay?”

You felt as if Peeta’s voice was coming from underwater, muffled and far away- But still managed to understand.

“Okay” You replied, unable to voice any other word running through your dizzy brain - Your heart, you realized, it was beating so fast you couldn't catch a breath, and your skin, it felt so uncomfortable, so tight against your body- you wanted to rip it out. And the heat, the fucking heat

Peeta’s hand freed your wrist as he pressed the elevator’s button in a frantic pace, his other coming up to grip your hip, pushing so you stood in front of him, blocking the view of your body with his.

You were so close now, bodies almost pressed together. His smell invaded you like the most intoxicating, addictive perfume you had ever sensed, tightening your chest in a silent hitch of breath - And his touch- so firm and strong, fingers pressing down on the overly sensitive flesh on your hip witch was barely covered in the thin material of your jeweled gown- it set flames through your veins

Peeta heard the rush of voices coming down the hall, right from where you had come, before he felt their quick heels clad steps coming closer. Whatever Finnick had done, it had set a commotion enough to make people begin to retreat to their chambers in a hurry.

His eyes snapped to the elevator, the bright gold number still stuck on the 7th floor, and he realized it wasn't going to come by quick enough - They were already nearing the corner, they were going to catch the both of you, they were going to take you away and hurt you-

He secured your hand in his before he began to pull you further down the hall, your feet struggling to find their footing but managing not to stumble over them as you followed him. There was only one door in the hall, right on the end of it, a black metal block painted in bright gold. Peeta didn't bother to knock on it as he grabbed the handle, twisting it at the same time he pushed the side of his body on it to open it- and to his surprise and utter relief- it did. He didn't waste a second to push you inside, head twisting back one last time to see down the hall, where he noticed a couple of people beginning to appear, their vibrant colors striking against the pristine white walls and gold floor details.

He closed the door behind him, leaving out the light from the hall, engulfing you both in complete darkness. He let out a long breath, his head dropping back against the door frame, a chuckle leaving his chest before he could stop it.

You tried to blink back the darkness, but your eyes were still struggling to adjust. Something was very wrong, you realized, as you couldn't seem to make the air from the space enter your lungs. You stepped back from the man in front of you in an attempt to gain some distance and ground yourself, but you felt the cool jab of metal meet your back- you twisted on the spot, freeing your hand from Peeta’s as you extended your arms in front of you. And you felt, to your utter horror, how on every side you were met with metal railings or the cool feeling of painted concrete walls.

The space was tiny. A closet, of some sorts, you figured with a leap of your heart.

“I can't” you gasped aloud, one hand coming up to clutch your chest, pulling at the absurd number of necklaces that had been wrapped around your neck- it felt as if you were choking “I can't breathe.”

Peeta’s hands were instantly extended in search of you, his eyes wide in an attempt to see something, but only being met with darkness.

“It is okay, hey, I’m here” He whispered, one of his hands brushing your shoulder. The contact made electricity run down your body, and you twisted in an attempt to get away from his touch, managing only to bump into the railing so hard, their contents began to fall onto the floor-

Peta cursed under his breath at the loud sound of stuff crashing against the glass floor, his heart drumming onto his chest as he felt the footsteps from outside alarmingly close.

“Hey, hey calm down” He tried again, his hand grabbing your shoulder this time. And you tried to twist away again, desperate to get away from the warmth, the heat of his body, his burning touch-

it was too much, too much

You pushed into the railing again making it crash against the wall in a loud bang.

“(y/n)” Peeta rushed, his voice tight on his chest in anxiousness. But you didn't hear him, wouldn't hear him, needing to get away, desperately trying to do so-

Peeta felt the voices outside begin to wonder what those noises down the hall were, their loud cackling dimming down as if to hear better. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before somebody came up to investigate,

“Calm down” He ordered, voice low, almost a murmur. You could feel it vibrating on your chest, “We have to stay quiet, or they will find us.”

You tried to reason with his words, to obey, to understand what the fuck was going on - but then a pang of pain shot down your belly, taking the air from your lungs in a rush of a breath, before settling in a tight coil of aching between your legs. It made a whine fall from your lips before you could stop it, eyes closing as you hugged your body tightly.

Peeta’s heart stopped when he felt nearing footsteps, arms shooting forward when he heard your loud whine of pain at the same time, determined now to make you quiet. One hand found your hip as the other your arm, and he didn't waste a second to twist your bodies, so you stood with your back pressed to his chest. One of his strong arms circled your waist, locking you into him in a grip so tight you couldn't move an inch, as his other hand came to your face, palm pressing onto your mouth to silence any noise.

And just like that, your senses cleared, they sharpened, they focused and circled on only one thing-

Him.

The way his warm body was pressed to yours, the feeling of his strong muscled arm wrapped around your waist, the way his chest pushed against you in every intake of breath, the feeling of his heart pounding so loud and fast against your back- and his god damn smell, so sweet and dark and intoxicating- it made the coil deep within your core tighten painfully, breath hitching on your throat.

Peeta strained his ear to hear whatever was going on outside, the footsteps stopping just inches away, its shadow casting beneath the door frame. But it was so hard to concentrate on anything else that the way for body felt pressed to his - so warm he thought you might be having a fever- and the way you were breathing so hard and fast, you were panting against his hand- but he could notice, he could see how much you were trying to do as he said, to stay still and be quiet, even if you were in so much discomfort

“That’s it, calm down” He whispered, lowering his head so his lips were pressed to your ear, making sure only you could hear him. “You are doing so good” he praised, the words warm against your skin.

The way he phrased those words was enough to make a shiver run through your spine and make your head spin with desire. You hadn't noticed the way you had begun to press further onto him, almost as if desperate to be closer, to feel him even further. And his hand, his fucking hand had begun to rub the side of your waist in a comforting way,

You were melting. But you wanted more, you needed more-

Peeta tried to ignore the way you had begun to move against him, how your breathing had changed to something deeper, how your mouth let slip little whines and moans against his hand. He knew it was the drug's effect, he knew you couldn't help it, he knew he had to maintain a clear head, to take care of you and make sure you stayed safe.

And then you felt it, as you ground your body against his, you felt something hard begin to press against your ass. It made something in you snap, a need so desperate and maddening, it made fire rush through your veins as if boiling from the inside out- it made your brain drunk and fuzzy with desire- and the pain, the excruciating coil tightening between your legs, it was too much, too much.

Peeta felt your hand suddenly grip his, moving his arm away from your hip. He felt almost in a daze, as if unable to stop you as you moved it down your body. His breath hitched in your ear as you pressed his hand right between your legs, where you needed him the most. The thin material of your jeweled gown was the only thing standing between his fingers and your pussy- he could feel how warm you were, and cursed aloud when he noticed also how wet.

“We can't” He whispered; voice slightly breaking as he felt you increase the pressure of his fingers “They have drugged you with an aphrodisiac. You are not thinking straight-”

A moan slipped through your lips, muffled by his hand still pressed against your mouth. Peeta's eyes strained on the doorframe, noticing the shadow gone. He almost sighed in relief, until he felt the loud chuckles coming from outside-

they were still there.

Your brain couldn't comprehend anything else but the need for him. A need that was becoming so strong, the pain was unbearable. You could feel tears swell in your eyes as you gasped, your other hand coming up to push away his own from your mouth.

“Please, Peeta, I can't take this anymore- I” you choked on a whine when you felt his other hand slip from away from your body “-I need you, please, just help me.”

You pleaded, head dropping back against his shoulder in utter defeat.

Peeta cursed again, eyes tightening shut as he searched for the will to contain himself, to find a way to reason with you, to make you understand how this was so wrong-

But then he remembered Finnick's words. ‘Do what you must to help her,’ what did he even mean? Was this the only way you could go through this? You would hate him for it, Peeta thought, taking advantage of you like this- but you were in pain, you were literally crying and shaking in his arms, he couldn't stand seeing you like this, it was breaking him-

“Please” you whined, your own hand coming between your legs to relieve some of the pressure there in a futile attempt- you felt absolutely nothing.

“Okay” he murmured against your ear, telling it more to himself than to you, making up his mind. “How can I help you, (y/n), just tell me how.”

You sigh in relief at his words, closing your eyes in anticipation.

“Touch me” you whispered, breathless “Please.”

Peeta felt lightheaded with the way you were so desperate, so needy for him. In any other circumstance, he would have given away with the first please ever uttered from your beautiful lips- because you were always so composed, so strong, so unwavering- hearing you like this was making him almost as desperate for you as you were for him.

“Please what?” Peeta couldn't help to reply, his voice just as breathless as yours, beginning to move his arms, tentatively resting his hands on your hips.

You groaned in frustration, beginning to push yourself away from him so you could turn around to face him when you felt one of his strong hands spread across your abdomen, pushing you right back against him. He was so strong, you couldn't help but think, imagining his hands pushing and pulling other parts, handling you as if it were nothing-

“Please, Peeta” you begged.

Peeta melted at the sound of those tight words in your throat.

“So polite” he praised, finally moving one hand to the side of your hip where the slit of your gown began. His callous warm fingers met your bare skin there and you sighed in content “Such a good girl” he whispered, mouth pressing down just below your right earlobe, in that sensitive spot that felt to good it sent tingles down your body and made you moan out loud before you could stop it-

Peeta’s other hand instantly moved to cover your mouth once again, roughly pushing your head back against his shoulder.

“What was that?” A woman’s voice exclaimed from the hall outside, filled with delight “Sounds like someone’s having a good time!”

Peeta cursed on your ear, the words sounding even more coarse coming out of his mouth.

You whimpered, unable to take the pain between your legs any longer- your heart was beating so fast, it seemed as if you couldn't catch your breath, your skin so taut you thought it might snap over your bones, and the heat- you thought you might pass out

“Shh it’s okay” Peeta tried to calm you, his eyes glued to the shadows now outside of your door. Had they figured someone was inside here? “Be quiet doll, you can do it.”

You nodded your head in a haze, desperate to show him you would do anything he said.

Peeta knew you couldn't take it any longer, practically limp in his arms, trembling in his grip. He took in a shaky deep breath before he began to move the hand on your hip underneath the surprisingly thin material of your gown. Your skin was so smooth and soft, and so, so warm- Peeta had to take a minute to just caress between your hip and upper thigh, savoring the feeling of your tender flesh beneath his rough fingers - before he heard your impatient cry from within his hand covering your mouth. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the shadows beneath the door begin to move away, using the courage to finally dip his fingers between your thighs. His breath hitched when he noticed you didn't have anything under your gown, being met with your bare pussy right beneath his finger, hand freezing in place as the realization of what he was doing, and to whom, dawned on him.

He was about to fuck (y/n), districts four beloved 73rd hunger games victor.

“You are killing me” you mumbled against his palm, desperately pushing your hips forward in an attempt to increase the pressure of his fingers where you needed him most. So, he dipped his hand further, his muscled arm tensing over your belly as he did, bringing you flushed against him. And his fingers, ever so slowly, began to part your folds, his eyes closing as his head dropped down to lean on your shoulders at the feeling of your slick coating his fingers, smoothing his entrance. You bit his hand in an attempt to quiet the moan bubbling on your chest, head pushing back against his shoulder in an attempt to get a grip on yourself.

“So good” he murmured, lips tightly pressed to your ear “So good, so quiet.”

You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he began to rub your wetness up and down, right over the bundle of nerves that send electric waves of pleasure down your body. One of your hands came down to grip his arm, pushing it down with further force- Peeta instantly knew what you wanted, what it meant- and he obliged, increasing the pressure and pace of his fingers.

The people outside began to cheer for something, the noise followed by clapping. Peeta didn't waste a second to remove his hand against your mouth, moving it down to your chin as he pushed your head further back, adjusting so his ear was right over your mouth-

“Let me hear you doll” He breathed, his fingers quickening their pace almost desperately so- feeling so good it made your toes curl and your thighs squeeze around his hand. And you moaned, so desperate and needy it would have embarrassed you if it weren't for the fact that that was exactly how you felt for him.

“Peeta” you choked out in a gasp right on his ear, and that was enough to make Peeta lose his mind, a low groan escaping from his own lips, the sound so deep and hoarse it vibrated on his chest.

You could feel his erection pressed on your backside, so hard you knew we wanted you just as much at the moment. And you wanted to feel him, God, it was all you could have ever wanted, so you started to move your hand to your back- until you felt his hand suddenly stop, making you freeze in place. You could hear his ragged breathing, feel his heart pounding against your back-

“Look at me,” He whispered, interrupting the sudden silence. You opened your eyes, surprised to notice how they had adjusted to the darkness, able to see the outlines of the door, the metal railing filled with cleaning supplies- you were in fact, in a closet. And then you looked up, finding his beautiful face before you.

He was so handsome; you had noticed that the first time you saw him. With his big, deep brown eyes and breathtaking smile. And now, with his messy blonde hair, his parted soft lips, his completely darkened eyes-

He looked delicious.

“You are absolutely beautiful” he murmured, the hand on your chin moving up to cup the side of your face. “(y/n)” he continued, a deep breath leaving his lips, fanning your own. You wanted to taste him so badly “You are not on your right mind, this is not what you want.”

You shook your head, exasperated.

“I want you so badly” you voiced in a shuddering breath “If you don't touch me right now, I think I might die.”

You used his stun position to free from his grasp, finally turning so you were face to face. He looked completely disheveled, his white tux discarded on the floor, and his matching shirt completely wrinkled, the first buttons torn and revealing a slit of tanned skin.

“I-” He began but you couldn't resist any longer, shutting him up with a kiss.

His hands were on you instantly, pulling at your hips to position you flush against him, to then wrap his arms around your waist to lock you in place. Your hand snaked to the back of his head, where you tangled them on his hair, slightly pulling it just to hear him groan again- it felt like fuel to the fire inside you. You used the moment to deepen the kiss, meeting his warm tongue inside his mouth. The kiss was desperate, hungry, lips moving feverishly against each other.

Peeta forgot about everything else, about the people on the other side of the door, about getting caught- he could only think about you, about feeling you against him, your lips on his, your tongue on his mouth- he wanted more. His hands began to roam your body, testing, feeling, kneading your soft flesh in a grip so strong you knew would certainly leave bruises. And then they were on your ass, squeezing so tight you moaned against his mouth- and he was lifting you up from the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist-

“I need you” You panted against his lips, finally breaking the kiss. The coil in your lower stomach feeling even more unbearable, the pain was making you see white dots in the corner of your vision “I need you inside me.”

Peeta leaned his forehead to yours, attempting to regain control of himself, to think straight. He sat your body against the railing, separating enough so he could see your face, meet your eyes.

And he stared at you, almost in awe before he spoke again, dropping his head back as if to force himself to stop doing it any longer.

“Your eyes” he breathed out, “they shine so black when you are hot for me.”

You cupped his face between your warm hands, forcing him to face you as you once again begged-

“please”

Peeta wanted nothing more than to oblige - he would have lifted your gown and fucked you right there against the railings- but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn't, not when you were under the effects of a drug that altered your senses, your reasoning.

So, he compromised. Not doing anything was torture to you, or so he told himself, moving so one of his arms could fit between both of your bodies while the other began to lift your gown and gather it just over your hips.

“Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?” He panted, his ears once again registering the commotion outside. Seemed like they moved the party to the hall, he realized, glad that the noise had gone louder, hiding what was going on in the little storage closet down the corridor.

“Yes” you whimpered, unable to contain the tears swelling in your eyes due to the pain, and the excitement-

Such a wreck for him, Peeta thought, brain drunk in desire.

“You are the one killing me, (y/n)” he murmured, holding your gaze with eyes so intense you thought he might be looking through you.

And then his hand was between your legs again, slowly rubbing your wet folds, surprised at how they were more so than before. He quicken up the pace faster this time, taking his time in enjoying every sinful sound falling from your lips, your head falling back to lean against the railing- you gasped when you felt his other hand grip your chin, thumb and index finger pressing against your cheeks and forcing you to open your eyes

“Look at me” he panted, and you thought you might cum just by the way he was looking at you with so much hunger-

And then you gasped in shock as without a warning two of his fingers slipped inside you, his thumb continuing to rub on your sensitive clit. Pleasure shocked through your body making you involuntary shake against the rails, the pressure on your lower abdomen coiling impossibly tighter-

“I'm gonna-” you whined, head leaning forward to try and find somewhere to lean on, but Peeta’s grip held you there on place, forcing you to face him.

“Say please” He breathed, lips hovering over yours, his fingers moving in and out of you with the perfect pressure, the perfect pace, and his thumb-

“Peeta” you whimpered.

He could feel how close you were, how your walls clenched around his fingers in the most delicious way- he thought he was close himself to climax, just by the way your face scrunched with pleasure, how your body became undone under his touch-

“Come on doll, ask nicely” He encouraged, needing to hear you beg, just one more time.

“Please” you managed moan.

And he was merciless about it, plunging his fingers into you harder, faster, his thumb rubbing against your clit feverishly, curling his fingers and hitting just the perfect spot-

You become undone with his name on your lips, waves of pleasure erupting from deep within your tummy as the tight coil finally released, toes curling and body jerking. He slowed the pace of his fingers as he continued to ride you out of your orgasm, your shaking body finally collapsing into his, blind with gratification and exhaustion.

Peeta panted against your ear as he finally removed his fingers from inside you, proceeding to hold you tight against him before he lowered you from the railing back onto your feet- until he quickly realized you couldn't stand on your own, arms wrapping securely around your waist and across your back to hold you in place, your own coming up to snake around his neck in a solid embrace.

“Are you alright?” He whispered, his breathing still ragged, heart pounding loudly against your chest pressed to his- you on the other hand, were completely crashing, blood pressure dropping, white stars dancing in the back of your close eyelids.

“hmm” you hummed, struggling to remain conscious.

“I think they left” Peeta voiced his thoughts, frowning in concentration as he listened for any noise outside- but it was completely quiet, he soon realized.

You didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, brain completely fogged with satisfaction, body finally out of pain and completely relaxed on his arms, as if meant to be there all along.

“(y/n)” Peeta shook you, his tone finally above a whisper “Hey, I need you to stay here yeah? stay with me.”

You tried to nod but your head just fell limp against his shoulder-

He smelled so fucking good.

“Thank you?” He replied, amusement clear on his breathless words.

You hadn't realized you had voiced your thoughts out loud, a soft chuckle scaping your lips.

“You are completely out of it, aren't you” He sighed, leaning over you so he rested his chin on top of your head, attempting to calm himself down.

You frowned at the height difference, moving your feet, and realizing you were barefoot, heels completely lost somewhere in the tiny closet.

Once Peeta finally could catch his breath, heart in a slightly normal pace, he stepped closer to the door, your almost limp body secure in his strong arms. He pushed the side of his face flat against the cool metal, concentrating on identifying any sound that could indicate someone on the other side but-

Nothing. Silence.

“Okay” He murmured, nodding “Okay, we are going to come out, yes?”

You mumbled a reply, what? you didn't know, but it was enough to make Peeta nod again. You felt him loosen his grip on you making you react on clinging to him with all your strength, desperate to avoid the loss of contact.

“Hey, I’m here, I won't leave you” He assured you, hands pushing you by the hips to create some space between the two- and you were so completely weak, barely registering your body at all, that you couldn't avoid the separation.

You frowned, opening your mouth to try and object, when you were suddenly being lifted from the ground and up on his arms again, this time in bridal style, with one of his arms holding under your knees as the other secured around your back.

“Romantic” you gushed, chuckling again.

Peeta rolled his eyes, sheepish smile tugging at his lips, as he adjusted his body so his hand could twist the handle and open the door. He loosens a breath he didn't know had been holding as he registered the hall with quick assessing eyes, noticing it completely deserted.

You tried to blink at the sudden light, but it took just a couple of blinks before your eyes dropped closed again, as if the weight of them was impossible to overcome.

“Your room is not safe” He murmured, beginning to make his way to the elevator with you tightly held on to his arms “We will go to mine.”

You nodded, the pull of unconsciousness so strong you were sure it was only a matter of seconds before you were out- so you snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms across his neck and positioning your face right at the nape of his neck, where his smell washed over you and his warmth seeped to your skin.

And just like that, you were out with a content smile plastered on your face.

#peeta mellark #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark/reader #the hunger games peeta #peeta mellark fanfic #peeta smut #peeta x reader #peeta my beloved #peeta mellark x you #thg #peeta x reader smut #the hunger games smut #peeta mellark/you #peeta mellark imagine #ao3

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SINCE WAY BACK | ln4

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lando norris x fem!black!producer!reader (fc: alexis carrington)

side note: drake is aged up in this because i want y/n to be born around 2000/2001 but that would mean drake was 14/15 when he became a dad... so he's just a few years older here to make it more believable okay? great. side note pt2: there are so many long twitter threads used to explain the whole backstory. like, really really long. i didn't know how else to explain everything, i'm sorry.

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f1 BREAKING: October's Very Own (OVO) joins the McLaren team as their new primary sponsor for the 2023 season.

#F1 #Formula1 #McLaren

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user1 what the fuck is drake doing here

user2 i'm actually so gagged like what is happening why is drake invested in f1 all of a sudden

user3 this is such an odd pairing? drake and zak brown together feels like a fever dream

user4 drake joining f1 as a sponsor was definitely not on my 2023 bingo card

user5 caitlyn jenner buying a whole w series team is less surprising than whatever this is

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lando.jpg adonis is teaching me how to play basketball because otherwise he "cannot accept me" i've been humbled by a 5 year old

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user6 is that the girl he might or might not be dating ⤷ user7 i need to know otherwise i might die (i won't but the suspense is killing me)

user8 WHO IS THAT GIRL LANDO

user9 is this you trying to soft launch or is she just a platonic friend?

user10 "fans" going insane because they can't handle the thought of lando having female friends as well

user11 he's not even tagging anyone omg now i have to scroll through all the people he follows. lando is not making my job easy

(private account)

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y/n_graham why am i trending on twitter and why is everyone uncovering my childhood

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landonorris i think this is my fault ⤷ y/n_graham you and your jpg ⤷ landonorris my camera lense is just so mesmerised by your beauty ⤷ y/n_graham your compliments won't get you out of trouble

centralcee i'm literally getting dms asking about you ⤷ y/n_graham i woke up to 15,000 people trying to follow me

jorjasmith_ lando's fans are literally fbi agents ⤷ y/n_graham i'm making so many backup files of my music projects because i'm scared someone will hack into my laptop now

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f1wags Y/N Graham, daughter of Canadian rapper Drake, was photographed by a fan outside the venue in Greece where Lando Norris, her rumoured boyfriend, was playing this weekend. None of the two have confirmed nor deniend the relationship allegations that have been going around for a few months now. An inside source, which attended the party, revealed how the two behaved very intimate with each other.

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user12 girl it's been nearly four months since the rumours started... can one of them just please either confirm or deny them?

user13 at this point i'm just over the whole drama. let them have their privacy i guess

user14 this drama is juicier than when the whole oscar-alpine-mclaren fiasco happened

user15 i'm this close to ripping my hair out why is this rumour been going on for AGES i just want a simple statement already

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lando.jpg bonding family time, got to support the father in law ;)

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user16 EXCUSE ME WDYM FATHER IN LAW? is this a joke or real ⤷ y/n_graham we're not married, don't worry ⤷ user17 OMG Y/N MADE HER ACCOUNT PUBLIC JUST NOW

champagnepapi i like the sound of "father in law" ⤷ lando.jpeg i know you would ⤷ y/n_graham no no no

user18 okay from what i've gathered drake and lando are on good terms ⤷ user19 bet that's why drake sponsored mclaren lmao ⤷ y/n_graham no but deadass

user20 y/n fighting for her life in the comments lmaoooo ⤷ y/n_graham in the trenches

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter eleven | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus Snow, Dean Highbottom, Canon typical violence

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 AND WE NOW HAVE THE 10TH HUNGER GAMES <3

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 double update bitches/my love

Beta read by ☀️ @nowitsmissing

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Coriolanus enters the Capitol News Studio. He had given the poison to Lucy Gray, the songbird showed little hesitation to accept it. After all, she had good survival instincts. The top seven mentors had interviews held. You were one of them, but you weren't present yet. Coriolanus could hope that you'll come on time, otherwise your slot will be given to someone else.

Coriolanus is called up on stage, and he's grateful that Lucy Gray had sung in hers. It gave him fresh material. He talks about her family, the Covey, and how could they be Capitol unfortunately detained in twelve with horrible luck. He even ropes Lucky Flickerman into it, who agrees.

Soon, your turn comes but you're nowhere to be found. So it was given to someone else. He frowns, thinking the worst. You were fine in the morning, what happened? Was it because of the expired bread? Coriolanus hoped that he wasn't the reason for your delay.

The interviews are over, still no you in sight, the mentors head back to the Academy in vans. Coriolanus prepares to enter the Auditorium when Dean Highbottom stops him,

“You know that friend of yours from Two? The emotional one?” Dean Highbottom asked him.

“Sejanus Plinth,” said Coriolanus. Not that they were friends, but that wasn’t any of Dean Highbottom’s business.

“You might want to find him a seat near the door.” Then Dean Highbottom takes his infamous morphine, and leaves Coriolanus wondering. He finds a seat in the mentor section. The seats on either side of him are empty. One is reserved for you and another for Sejanus Plinth.

“Sejanus!” He yells as he notices the Plinth boy. Coryo calls him over and lets him sit. He wore the same yellow mentor badge, along with the communicuff. Sejanus greets him, his voice rough, and sits down. Unlike usual, he wasn't yapping off about the games. Which was a surprise that he welcomed.

Where were you?

His mind went back to the morning when he pulled back from the kiss; when you had pulled back from the kiss. Did he scare you off? Were you skipping the games? He wondered if that was even allowed. His fingers traveled on his wrist, lining up the scar that seemed to be smaller than before. His eyebrows furrow as he notices the change, the scar seems smaller but thicker, and the skin rises a bit more.

He blinks, and wonders if he's seeing it wrong. But there was a change, and he had no idea what was happening to his soulmate scar. He had never heard of scars healing like this before, especially eight years later. Seems like a fever dream.

You rush in, and Coriolanus sees you taking your badge and communicuff. He sees you checking the device out that will help you to send water and food to your fellow tribute. He wondered briefly if Jessup had any sponsors at all. He knew Lucy Gray had the highest. If she played well, he wouldn't certainly spare no expense either.

You looked around in the auditorium, looking lost. Coriolanus doesn't call for you. He wants you to find him. Snow wants to know if your eyes always look for him, just the way he does. Coriolanus bit his lower lip to stop the grin from spreading on his face when your eyes met his and your shoulders visibly relaxed.

You walked towards the free seat and sat down beside Coriolanus. You sighed, letting your hand fall on the side of the chair. Coriolanus doesn't think before he does the same, and your hand touches his. He clenched his jaw wondering if he should go for it.

Everyone would be looking at the screens, not where Coriolanus placed his hand after all. He decided to fuck it. He holds your hand, his grip getting tighter and borderline painful when you try to pull away. His eyes looked straight at the numerous screens, but he leaned on your side to whisper, “You missed your interview.”

“I am aware,” you whispered back, rudely. You tried to pull your hand again, but Snow didn't let you. His blunt nails begin to dig into your skin to keep his grip. He doesn't miss your wince, but he doesn't feel guilty. You should stop trying to pull away, let him hold you. It's his right.

You stopped trying to get out of his grasp, and Coriolanus loosened the grip so it hurt less. “What's wrong?” He asked, his voice filled with faux worry. Coriolanus couldn't believe your behavior right now, unruly unlike a Capitol citizen but befitting of a district. He couldn't guess what had happened in the short period you were left alone.

“Nothing, Coryo,” you hissed back. Your head turns to him, your eyes burning with annoyance. “Can you please shut the fuck up?” Coriolanus flinched in shock, his eyes widening, filling up with rage from your sudden unnecessary disrespect. He let go of your hand but this time you refused to let go. Your nails dig into his skin, forming crescent marks on his knuckles the same way he did yours.

Coriolanus doesn't reply. He doesn't try to ask either. His eyes hardened in anger he couldn't release right now. Though he hated to admit that your hand holding his, helped him stay tether to the reality. It helped not to lose sight and he put on a blank, cold face. His eyes turned into ice instead of the fire he was feeling inside.

Then Flickerman calls attention to all of the mentors. Telling them to smile, and to go away when their tribute dies. Coriolanus listened to the man drawl until it was finally time. Everyone's attention was on the screen. He pulled your hand towards his lips to press a kiss when he knew nobody would be looking. Consider it his way of taking good luck as he couldn't kiss his scar right now.

“Let the 10th annual Hunger Games begin!”

The fourteen tributes who remained on his list were positioned in a large circle, awaiting the opening gong. No one paid any attention to them, or to the new wreckage from the bombing that littered the field, or to the weapons strewn on the dusty ground, or to the flag of Panem strung from the stands, adding an unprecedented decorative touch to the arena.

All eyes moved with the camera, riveted as it slowly zoomed into the pair of steel poles not far from the main entrance of the arena. They were twenty feet high, joined by a crossbeam of similar length. At the center of the structure, Marcus hung from manacled wrists, so battered and bloody that at first Coriolanus thought they were displaying his corpse. Then Marcus’s swollen lips began to move, showing his broken teeth and leaving little doubt he was still alive.

Coriolanus could feel Sejanus shaking with rage, and he had just turned to put a quieting hand on him when the boy sprang from his seat and ran forward. The mentor section had five empty chairs in the front reserved for their missing classmates. Sejanus grabbed the one on the corner and hurled it toward the screen, smashing it into the image of Marcus’s ravaged face. “Monsters!” he screamed. “You’re all monsters here!” Then he dashed back down the aisle and out the main entrance to the hall. No one moved a muscle to stop him. Except you.

You tried to stand up, only for Coriolanus to pull you down on your seat. Looking at you harshly with a glare. He couldn't have two people from the districts leave, one was openly against the games but you weren't. You couldn't risk the symbolism that will mean if you go after Sejanus now. It would put too much at risk. Especially with Dr. Gauls' attention on both of you. Coriolanus wouldn't allow you to sabotage yourself (and him) over a silly friendship.

“Coryo-”

“Stay seated,” he instructed, looking back at the screen, back at the near-death body of Marcus. “The games have begun.”

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littlemisshyperfixation · 1 month

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Namjoon Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

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One Shots

Good To Me (a f s) ⊹₊⋆ club ardor holds a special raffle for a free night with a man who will supposedly be the boyfriend of your dreams. you definitely don’t expect to win.

a word from our sponsors (a s f) ⊹₊⋆ you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it.

baby fever (f) ⊹₊⋆ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Dom Daddy Joon (s) (ft. Jungkook) ⊹₊⋆ When Namjoon catches you doing something you aren't supposed to be doing he decides to punish you, and lets his maknae join in on the fun

new guy (s) ⊹₊⋆ all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things... or is he?

all night (s) (ft. yoongi) ⊹₊⋆ in which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends namjoon and yoongi in the studio turns into much more

#bts #bts fic recs #bts x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon fic recs #namjoon fluff #namjoon smut #namjoon angst #rm #rm fic recs #rm x reader #rm fluff #rm angst #rm smut

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Fused

“We’re looking good, aren’t we, Max? No! Powell… Maxwell?” The fusion of Max and Powell said to the mirror. After asking the question, he was met with a resounding silence. Getting used to a fused body would take a while.

After years of research and several pitfalls that nearly destroyed their life effort, Max and Powell – twin scientists of academic renown – had finally done it! The fusion serum is humanity’s key to its several problems. But at the cusp of their research, their impatient sponsors pulled their funding, forcing the twins to continue their work at their home garage. No funding means no lab and no people to test to. Despite the hurdles, they synthesized the fusion serum and experimented on it themselves.

Max and Powell poured the serum on their chest and felt the stinging concoction burn their skin. Pain flared everywhere in their body at the first second, but they were spared from further torture when their nerves were melted. Their bodies turned malleable like bubblegum. Their strengthless feet collapsed, and their bodies splashed into one massive puddle. It was dark after that.

Max and Powell woke up simultaneously. Both remembered collapsing in the garage while also fighting through nausea to drag their body to their bedroom. Two memories coexisted as one in their heads. When they looked at their body, they realized it wasn’t what they remembered. This new body of theirs has their combined muscle mass, giving them a defined build of a man that trained his body for months. They felt strength like they never did before and intellect that surpassed their parts. They were separate, and now they are fused.

Maxwell touched their body, hoping this wasn’t a fever dream fired by their dying body from the failed experiment. No! The experimentation was a success, and this was real. They could feel every inch of each other's bodies, from the tips of their toes to their fingers. Their arms and chest were well-defined, with sinewy muscles rippling beneath the skin. They also have strong, broad shoulders and a tight, toned abdomen that show off their six-pack abs. Their sick-pack abs! They didn’t understand why anyone would waste their time just to thicken their muscles. Now? They understood the confidence and power of knowing you can show your strength to the world with your bulging muscles.

And speaking of bulges – One of the most noticeable features of their new body was their enormous cock. Maxwell pulled the strap of his boxer and saw their combined length plop out. It's thick and veiny, with a prominent head, now eager for action. They have expected this. Aside from being a fusion serum, it also works as a potent aphrodisiac if you can withstand the scorching feeling of your melting skin.

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Read the free NSFW Continuation >>here<<.

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feels deeply surreal to be getting emails about senior week and all these like. picnics and university sponsored drinking events and awards ceremonies two days after we were pepper sprayed and beaten and 33 of us were arrested after university president called in the cops to brutalize students.

sitting here trying to finish up two last essays in between jail support/giving statements to press/going back out there last night and again tonight. feels deeply deeply strange to sit down and write an essay and then every evening going back out there to face hundreds of riot cops. everything feels insane right now. the washington post called my parents to try to get them to comment. faculty members keep emailing me because they saw my mugshot. a video of my arrest some random person posted went viral on tiktok.

graduating next week is going to feel like a fever dream it's just. what the fuck

#personal

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montrealmadison · 3 months

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writing patterns

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern

thank you for the tag @doggernaut! 🩵 eight of my ten most recent fics have been written in the last three weeks for efickegster, so i'm interested to see where the similarities lie (she says, knowing damn well where the similarities lie)

put me back in it (3/8/24) Bitty gets kidnapped at eight.

excuse me (i love you) (3/6/24) As a rule, Kent does not believe in miracles.

still a planet (3/5/24) Bitty's least favorite dream opens like this.

can't unmiss you (2/29/24) Tater’s letting some girl he doesn’t know shoot tequila out of his belly button when he gets the text.

terms or conditions (2/27/24) Dex is thinking about why fancy restaurants invest in stupid shit when Nursey says, "Poindexter, I don't think this is working."

always, forever (2/26/24) Hot morning sun on his shoulders, a big, hot hand on the small of his back, and Bitty has no clue where he is.

imperfections (2/25/24) Half awake, the first thing out of Bitty's mouth is, "We have gotta stop meeting like this."

if it's on, i'm on (2/24/24) Halfway through December, with the night becoming morning and the tub juice lighting him on fire, Oliver O'Meara thinks he's having a pretty good freshman year.

see your body bare (2/14/24) It's a dirty hit.

advent (11/23/23) After almost fifty years, Jack knows how to be famous.

the verdict: apparently i am clinically unable to write a first line of substantial length! i sort of knew i trended this way, but it's really interesting to see them all lined up next to each other and realize they are shorter than bitty 🤷‍♀️ this is also funny because as y’all might be aware i’m also clinically unable to write a short line anywhere else in a fic. this post sponsored by the comma splice and em dash gang.

tagging the homies @mkaugust @cricketnationrise both of whose first lines and writing styles inspire me on the reg and @ohyoufool a second time cause mwah. no pressure darlings. anyone else who wants to play - please feel free to say i tagged you! i’d love a refresher on folks’ recent work! 🩵

if you're curious, like i was, whether or not the density of the writing schedule had an effect on the patterns of these fics' first lines, my older fics are included below the cut!

creation myth (11/5/23) It goes like this.

light the lamp (10/4/23) "Daddy?"

take charge (9/14/23) Bitty is a lot of things these days: a boyfriend, a captain, and (as of three weeks ago) officially a second-semester senior.

like branches in a storm (9/28/21) Nursey wakes up on the morning of graduation with the distinct and uncomfortable feeling that somebody's glued him to the mattress.

t'étais réel parce qu'il t'aimait (7/20/21) “Has her fever gone down?”

drink deeply (6/25/21) Good evening, everyone!

sweet creature (5/9/21) Marriage is a funny thing sometimes, Alicia thinks.

#omgcp #my writing #daddy? 💀💀💀

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oh man as someone who has been in an isekai/transmigrator binge and as someone who ADORES throwing desmond in various eras/dimensions/worlds/universes the isekai desmond thing tickles both my fancies (and the ridiculously longass title made me cackle because thats too on point with isekai).

but i got to ask: would they have an isekai system? would there be a kind of animus-like game system for desmond to help him? would it appear with the other poor unfortunate assassins who got isekaid?

also i'm now having brainworms thinking that the soul swap round robin happened because it's, like, minerva's calculations trying to keep the timeline in check because it's a timeline where the solar flare was kept in check. and maybe one of desmond's ancestors died too soon (bets on altair) and the system scrambled and tried to ctrl+z it but plopped the wrong soul and now *another* assassin is accidentally dead so they plop another soul (the wrong one, of course) which all leads to desmond being plopped in ezio's body

I’m glad you enjoyed the longass title. It really gives off a Japanese isekai lightnovel vibe, doesn’t it? XD

I would like to include this addition from @seelezeit from the LegAss idea:

Ok but consider: Desmond -> Ezio -> Altair, Ezio's slot was open bc he went into Altair's slot. Or even Desmond -> Connor -> Ezio -> Altair but thats more a stretch

Desmond transmigrated to Ratonhnhaké:ton’s ‘story’ just screams:

But this could work?

Desmond gets transmigrated into Ratonhnhaké:ton after he got hit by Truck-kun, trying to cross the pedestrian lane (the light was green!) while looking at his phone because he got a notification that Abstergo is releasing a DLC for their latest game “Washington and the Wolf”.

Ratonhnhaké:ton gets transmigrated to Ezio Auditore’s life while he was asleep after finishing a book chronicling Ezio Auditore’s accomplishments as an Assassin (possibly written by Claudia Auditore but Achilles can’t be sure).

Ezio gets transmigrated as Altaïr after he lost consciousness while reading Altaïr’s journal before going to the ship that will sail him as close to Masyaf as possible.

To make it harder for them to not get involved and care for the people around them, they get transmigrated as children around 4ish years old after a fever that threatened their life. This way, there will be time for them to start to love the people around them and try to change their fates.

What happened to Altaïr?

He is the origin of the isekai system that appears before the Assassins and Desmond similar to the Architect from Solo Leveling or the Tower Master from SSS Class Revival Hunter. Or maybe he would be in a position similar to the Oldest Dream with the three being his sponsored ‘incarnation’? How about both? Let's go with both XD

Regardless, Altaïr appears before them by using the game mechanics that Desmond is more familiar with. To be more exact, he used the games as his basis to ‘communicate’ with the three he had unintentionally pulled from the future.

How?

Well… During the last few years of Altaïr’s life, he learns of the Isus’ plan to use his descendant to save the world. He would have left it alone since he learned the plan was to ‘guide and nurture’ his descendant and reward him after saving the world by letting him choose the future he wishes humanity to have, believing his descendant would do the right thing and give humanity the chance to make their own future.

Then he learned of the glitching probabilities of the future because the Isus did not take in consideration the actions of other humans, only focusing on ensuring that certain humans take specific actions.

Two names are given the highest priority to stay the course:

Ezio Auditore.

Ratonhnhaké:ton.

The more Altaïr finds out about these Isus and their plan, of how they played with the lives of people like puppets forced to play a tragedy over and over again, only to end in failure because they didn't care about the thoughts and desires of other humans…

Altaïr decided to destroy the Calculations.

The Calculations isn’t time itself nor is it destiny.

It is a shackle.

It is the barriers on the roads that promises that death lies beyond but lies, hiding alternative routes.

Would those routes be better than the Calculation being used by the Isus?

Altaïr didn’t know.

But, at least, this way…

They would all be free to choose their own future.

They would have what Altaïr didn’t have.

“Choice”.

Unfortunately, this ‘wish’ contradicted itself.

Because if one was to give them complete freedom to do what they wished, to be unshackled by the Calculations...

They risk the possibility of not being born in the first place.

Ezio’s actions, free from the Calculations, could lead him to not having Flavia, destroying the bloodline that Ratonhnhaké:ton would have been part of.

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s action, in turn, could lead to destroying the bloodline that Desmond would become part of.

Altaïr’s wish to ‘free’ them contradicts itself because that freedom could cause the disappearance of the people he wished to be ‘free’.

This causes an ERROR in the very fabric of time and space and Altaïr paid the price.

His very existence was wrenched from time and now he sits in an empty throne as the Overseer. Of course, his disappearance in the timeline must be fixed and that is how Ezio gets transmigrated into his time. This would cause Ezio to disappear in his original time so Ratonhnhaké:ton was pulled to take up his empty space. Desmond was pulled to fill up Ratonhnhaké:ton’s place.

And Desmond Miles’ place?

That future is no longer available. Everything after the day Desmond wakes up in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s place no longer exist.

It has been sacrificed.

To give Altaïr enough power over time and space to help the three men he had unintentionally taken out of their proper place.

A system similar to a video game interface was his only way of communication. A way to help them without taking too much power from 252 years-worth of history and probability that had been given to him.

The quests given to them lessen the price necessary to give them the rewards.

The calculation of their stats and the necessity of experience to level up creates a way to quantify how many ‘seconds’ would be taken from his reserve of history and probability to be given to them.

The ‘in-game’ shop they can access with points they receive from doing quests or even just doing mundane things have items that are priced by how many seconds they would take from Altaïr’s reserve of history and probability to materialized in their time. The points they get? They’re from the same reserve and the points are returned to the reserve when they buy something.

Unless… they use those points to add more stats instead.

Altaïr is playing a dangerous games, making the shop have objects that they would want in an attempt to ensure that he would have enough reserves to continue to help them while giving them the option to make themselves stronger faster than doing any quests he gives.

He cannot give a direct message. It would take years off the reserve just to send a short message.

So all he can do is use the system to help them.

To guide them.

To nurture them.

For them to choose a future for themselves in this new life they have been given.

#okay I call altaïr overseer but we can totally change that into something grander #like…#idk #the first sinner?#the origin?#just something that has the same feel as the title the oldest dream ig #assassin's creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #desmond miles #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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phoebenpiperx · 4 months

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Having recently posted my HSM4 fic here, I went back and reread all my old fics on fanfiction.net and thought others might be interested in them as well.

15 of the fics were part of a series called Extra Innings that were all written by me and a friend immediately after HSM2, exploring the relationship between Ryan and Chad that started with the baseball dance # “I Don’t Dance”. I also deal with Ryan's relationship with Sharpay a lot as well as his friendship with the other Wildcats.

See below for links to my HSM fics (in the chronological order of the show).

Inspiration= A missing scene from HSM1. Kelsi observes the Evans twins rehearsing.

Musical Auditions= Sharpay and Ryan discuss what musical they'd like to perform in next.

Fantasy Football= Ryan's decided to go out for the football team, and Sharpay realizes why.

Extra Innings stories

Wildest Dreams = Ryan is upset that his team didn’t win the staff baseball game, but running into the Wildcats—especially Chad—in the locker room afterwards cheers him up.

Hanging Out = After the baseball game, Ryan finds himself welcomed by a new group of friends.

Dancing Lessons = The dance lessons weren't going as well as either boy had hoped. Perhaps it was time to try a new tactic.

Fever = A sweltering dance lesson, a kiss, and the aftermath. [6 chapters]

Oh Brother! = Sharpay tries to come to terms with a recent discovery about her brother.

Advice = Ryan seeks dating advice from friends and family. A continuation of our other ChadRyan stories.

First Date = Chad and Ryan have a disastrous first date, but all's well that ends well. [The final Coda is rated Mature.]

Second Date: Bowled Over =Chad and Ryan's second date is comandeered by Wildcats.

Ryan's Musical Revue = Sharpay decides it's time to introduce Chad to Ryan's past lives...all the roles he's played.

Karaoke Night = Sharpay invites Chad and Zeke to join the twins at Wednesday Karaoke Night.

Clueless = After Gabriella calls him "Clueless", Troy tries to pay more attention to his friends...and discovers something about Ryan and Chad.

Back To School = The Wildcats return to school for their senior year after the summer at Lava Springs. Has everything changed, or is it back to the old routine? [3 chapters]

Freaky Friday = The students of East High get to walk a mile in each other's shoes during a school-sponsored Freaky Friday event. [5 chapters]

Family Courtside = Mr. Evans takes Ryan to a basketball game as he tries to deal with the fact that Ryan is dating Chad.

Double Skate = Sharpay goes on her first "date" with Zeke. [4 chapters]

RHPSM = Chad attends a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show with his friends. Chad/Ryan. Please note: coarse language and references to a rated-R movie -- may not be appropriate for younger readers!

canon to HSM3:

Obvious = It's obvious why Ryan and Chad are reacting differently to their high school graduation. Inspired by Hey Monday song "Obvious". My HSM4 fic is canon to this one.

A Last Huzzah = It's only days since graduation, and Ryan and Sharpay are discussing their summer plans.

Nov 15, 2008: Txting Txting 123 = It's November 15, 2008, and the Evans twins are communicating across the miles. [In November 2008, a law called Prop 8 was passed in California which took away the right for gay couples to marry! On Nov. 15, millions of people across America participated in marches protesting this law—I researched the marches in each of the cities mentioned so they’d be accurate.]

Just Desserts, a sequel to Txting Txting 123 = A sequel to "November 15, 2008 -- Txting Txting 123". Everyone's home from Thanksgiving and eager to talk about their experiences at the "No on Prop 8" rallies.

Spring Musical Awakening = The Evans twins are each cast in a production of their colleges' spring musical production of "Spring Awakening". Dialogue only, but based on an R-rated musical so beware. [2 chapters]

Concert Chaos = Ryan and Sharpay go to see JONAS in concert!

HSM4: The Reunion = It’s the 15th anniversary of the best class ever, but the returning East High Wildcats aren’t quite as happy as they should be. A lot has changed, but there’s some things that never do. Maybe getting the whole gang back together was just what everyone needed. [based on HSMTMTS s4; canon to HSM3 & my fic Obvious]

set post HSM2 – Rated Mature!

Dancing Now = After the Star Dazzle show, Ryan hooks up with Chad...fully aware that Chad isn’t really interested in HIM.

Only Time Could Tell, a sequel to Dancing Now = Immediately follows Dancing Now, showing how Chad redeems himself after betraying Ryan.

#hsm #hsm fic #hsm fanfic #chyan #chyan forever #chad x ryan #high school musical #evans twins

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 7 months

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Everlark (The Hunger Games, Ch. 21-22)

it's crazy how easily they both fall into domesticity in that cave, like constantly snuggling/curling up together in the sleeping bag

katniss wondering about whether gale would be her boyfriend if she opened the door and what he makes of all the kissing (another thing the movies robbed us of)

she gives fever-ridden peeta a "long lingering kiss" before she heads to the cornucopia, but just for the cameras of course. acting!

katniss dreams of her mother gently stroking her cheek but of course it's peeta. she talks about how much she craves that gentle touch. again with peeta being the first person to truly make her feel safe since she kinda lost both her parents in a way

she jolts awake in alarm but feels better when she realises peeta is there

him saying "good to see your eyes again." and just generally how he looks after her with so much tenderness. he feeds her, rubs warmth into her feet, wraps her up and tucks her in. he kisses her on the nose. swoon

her still not getting why peeta gave her that bread. like after all these hints, how is she still clueless?

"i think we would like thresh. i think he'd be our friend back in district 12" - again katniss referring to her and peeta as "we" and "our." they never spoke before these games but now it's them, together. forever more.

again they kiss constantly. like it's very normal and natural and not out of place for them. and katniss welcomes the kisses because i feel like otherwise, she'd definitely have something to say.

her trying to flirt with him and pulling out the f*ckboy "or what?" looool

"and while i was talking, the idea of actually losing peeta hit me again and i realised how much i don't want him to die. and it's not about the sponsors. and it's not about what will happen back home. and it's just not that i want to be alone. it's him. i do not want to lose the boy with the bread" - in this little paragraph, katniss essentially shuts down literally every argument about how and why she's faking her feelings for peeta. she let's us know that deep down she knows that it's not for any of the reasons above that she's trying so hard to keep him alive. it's because he's him and she cares for him and he matters to her. after she realises this, she wants to pull the shutters closed and not have the whole of panem see this vulnerability from her. so she changes the subject and avoids talking about her feelings.

then they have their first kiss they're both fully aware of. she feels the stirring inside her chest, warm and curious, and she wants more. she is quite clearly falling hard for this boy but can't/won't let herself give in to it. but the feelings are there, the spark is there.

he pulls her head down (notice that dominance pls) to use his arm as a pillow and protectively drapes the other over her body while he sleeps. she notes that no one's arms have made her feel this safe since her dad died. and that is such a big statement! she's not been held like this or felt safe like this in like 5 years. gale's been around all that time but he's not made her feel like this. this is something new, something warm and curious.

(I fully believe that while katniss is the fighter with the bow and arrow and considered the more powerful one - in their romantic relationship, peeta is the protector, the dominant one, and she is the one who needs more looking after. and honestly i love that for her. i love that she and peeta found each other because she needed his energy in her life)

when he tells her why he fell for her, i have to laugh at her being like "i thought we were just playing pretend so why is he declaring love for me like this with factual evidence i cannot deny?!" like she is truly clueless. and it's why we love her. but wow. her mind works in insane ways

his story makes her "almost foolishly happy" though. like a giddy teenage girl who's falling in love for the first time.

when peeta says he doesn't have much competition in here (for katniss) and katniss replies that he doesn't have much competition anywhere, obviously it sounds like a cheesy line but before she says it, she again wants to close the shutters on her feelings. i really believe she felt that when she considered everything.

this is the moment where i think he really captures her attention. they cross that barrier from "pretend" into "real." her feelings are real but she cannot make sense of them. she leans in for the kiss and the readers are wondering how much of it all is playing to the cameras but i think peeta's confession completely disarms her because she wasn't expecting that.

a few posts ago i noted how peeta can easily tell when she's lying (3 occasions he mentions) so it's interesting that she's 'playing pretend' here but he doesn't see it as lying (because at the end of the games he's going to be hurt when he realises it was an 'act'). what he feels from her is real. katniss is rubbish at lying

#everlark #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #the hunger games #tgtpto everlark read

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ladycamillewrites · 1 year

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show some feelings

Conrad x ofc 5

warnings: 18+ dub/con smut, slap in the face, Ava (whole warning herself) - dark themes

Yvonne tries to find some peace around the mansion but Conrad follows her. Bodies yearn for one another and true feelings slowly drop the heavy veil of being a possibility…

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“Leave me alone“ Yvonne huffed turning away from where Conrad almost effortlessly pushed the elevator doors open.

Right now, she couldn't deal with him nor all the trouble he had and still meant. A freezing shiver twirled around her naked arms, dragging goosebumps along and making her bare those white teeth. Her father would surely punish her if he found out what was happening...

Ava's presence alone was vexing him enough, nudging him towards using his younger daughter as voodoo puppet as soon as they were in private again.

“Hmm...“ Conrad hummed, his lips reddened from the expensive Bordeaux her dad had sponsored. Swaggering closer with both arms extended and tracking the handrail on his left and right, Yvonne's hazel molten within his intimidating blues.

She gasped, shied away from his tall frame as his rock hard chest was brushing her breasts.

“We- we are not on the field, Conrad. You can't tell m-me what to do“ the small blonde feigned a proud point of view, clenching her lazily hanging hands into weak fists. God, she would never try to hit him. Violence had never been Yvonne's cup of tea thus her fingers relaxed again, pressing against her thighs instead.

A potent, masculine chuckle drowned the closing elevator doors out. She began to freeze, but it was the hot tension radiating from Captain Conrad that kept her in a fever.

“I'm just trying to talk, Yvonne. I'm not your father“ he said with a stern smirk, leaning his heavy torso on both arms that still lingered on the handrails.

Even now that the tall man leaned down, Yvonne couldn't meet his eye level. The situation was a crucial dealer and Conrad held his Royal Flush proudly.

Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard, eventually submitting to his simmering dominance. The young woman in her tight orange dress had nothing much to oppose anyway.

Yet, her mouth, the part of her body that spoke so cheekily to Conrad was addictively keen on his reaction instead.

“And I'm not Ava“ she snapped.

With a sharp hiss Conrad withdrew his hands, pinning a panting Yvonne against the elevator wall in a swift move. His pinkish tongue darted out, licking those lips only a few painful few inches from her. And he did it like a man starving, his steel blues wandering from her face down to her exposed cleavage.

“You're damn right“ he growled, lowering his head to inhale her scent and drag the tip of his nose across her neck. The few loose strands of blonde hair that had escaped the updo were quickly bit und tugged at by pearl white teeth.

Yvonne's breathing intensified, spiraling in the spinning dance of having the man of her dirty dreams so close again. Nearly where she dreamt of having him for three long months.

She closed her eyes, felt his vice-like grip that surely would leave bruises around her wrists loosening a sugary bit before he took her hand, guiding and conducting it to run down the curves of her own body. Expecting to stiffen, the young woman's breath hitched from how incredibly sinful it felt. How desirable this man made her feel.

Then, suddenly, he pulled her hand, twisted it and pressed it against his clothed crotch.

Hazel hues in her widened eyes sparkled with sexual confusion when she felt he was rock hard underneath her meek touch. Wanton masculinity wrapped in too many layers of luxurious fabric.

Yvonne's own foggy mind weirdly forced her fingers to squeeze him harder. A sensation that instantly branded her mind.

Even though it might have been Ava's doing, she mused with a light drop of her surprised smile. The exact gorgeous smile Conrad would go too far for.

Hell, in his mind he already did countless times.

“She made you hard...“ Yvonne breathed, tilting her head as Conrad's tongue licked a thick, decadent stripe along her hammering pulse point. However, she continued stroking him through that cream dress pants that suited him almost illegally fine.

He could have been a wealthy CEO or a traveling business man or even an actor on the red carpet.

But no, he was Ava's husband after all.

Agonizingly slow, making sure to brush her delicate cheeks with his wetted lips, the athletic Captain shook his head.

“This is all for you... For you alone“ he growled in the blonde woman's ear, drawing a small but unequivocal moan from her rosy lips. She sounded like an angel to him, the sweetest melody life had to offer and so very unlike his wife.

Loosing control over his body, Conrad's hips wantonly bucked against her hand, his teeth sinking deep in her neck, eliciting more whimpers and incoherent stammering.

“James... Yo-you're married. S-Stop“ she pleaded, debilitated arms trying to push the tall man away whose cologne smelled musky with a fine note of sandalwood and mingling with the heady flavour of pure desire.

“Say that again, darling“.

“What?“

“My name... It sounds so perfect coming out of our mouth“ he goaded her growing lust, the indirect dominance in his play with words caging her to stay. Voluntarily or not, Conrad always hit her weak spot, tickled that masorchist alley of Yvonne's mind that was so damn reactive to his demeanor.

“James“ she whispered, softly biting his earlobe.

God, it vexed her common sense to have opened her eyes and take in the sight of his back's reflection in the opposite mirror; broad with sharply defined muscles mercilessly straining the cream fabric.

Memories of how perfect his naked body looked, how ethereal under the splashing cascades with his proud cock lurking beneath those juicy thighs shot into Yvonne's mind. She moaned again, beginning to forget herself in his demanding hands.

It was all so wrong.

Hot tears begged to stream down her face, tears that were already prickling on her agitated skin. She felt like under high voltage.

“Do you trust me, Yvonne?“ was Conrad's only reaction to seeing her beautiful eyes reddening. A crying woman he had seen more than enough in his life. However his capacities to soothe her and tell her how everything will change to the better was worn out.

“I- I don't know. I need more than words to-“

“I've quit my service yesterday“ his low baritone interrupted her, troubled by heavy breaths as he fought the pressing urge to just kiss her dumb.

Not yet. Not here. If he could ever do it again at all.

Clueless on what to say, the young woman stayed silent instead. Oh, so many times she had said the wrong things before so silence was her shield of choice. Although deep down she knew this man would never hurt her the way her father or Louise did.

Lazily toying with the zipper of her dress, Conrad seemed unbothered by her lack of commentary, quite the contrary, his heart welcomed the chance to explain himself before being yelled at or worse.

Clearing his throat from the sugary saliva pooling in his mouth, the man with those intoxicating almond eyes found her's to pierce with a nauseating intensity.

“I'll leave the country tomorrow morning. Ava will go back to her parents“ Conrad's husky voice explained after the elevator binged.

Effortlessly, he pushed both of them out only to crash her back against a marble railing. The part of the mansion they were stranded in, tangled in one another, was empty. A huge stairwell-like hall looking like stuck in times long gone.

“Where will y- ohhh goddd you go?“ Yvonne forced her trembling voice to ask, hands snaked around the back of his neck and hips pressed against his crotch like a used-to sinner.

A squelching sound escaped Conrad's smirking lips when he curled them further. Lust and the insatiable need to override bad memories with fresh, better ones pumped through his veins, serving as oil to his blazing dominance.

“Let me in, Yvonne. Spread“.

The command was clear, however radiating the same vibe as the military man in the camp who had gotten her to suck him like a slut.

“First you tell me“ she shot back, her fingers sprawling on the back of his head, mingling with the curls. This was the best, cockiest she could do right now. A first try at holding her ground whereas she knew giving in to him was what she craved.

Conrad's hands wandered down the small of her back, his knees bending to let him squat until the signal was as clear as the threat of a loaded gun against one's temple.

Those veiny hands rested on the back of her thighs, ready to lift her up and force those legs he desired to mark every inch of around his waist.

She tried to wriggle out, lips summoning a wordless grin.

“Ah Ah, little one“ he chided “Don't you forget your place“.

The ex-Captain's voice was even deeper than before, a thunderous ramble across his chest making lusty jelly out of Yvonne's muscles.

“Sorry, sir“

And she got what she wanted.

“That's it... my perfect little toy“ Conrad's serpent tongue purred. It felt like a honeyed praise for an action that was born from her own decision instead. But he played all her strings like Stradivarius.

Sticks and stones; that was what James Conrad was all about.

And Yvonne Jackson was a damned sucker for both.

A sharp gaps fled the blonde woman's burning lungs when he made true to his wordless menace, forcing her body up and pushing himself between her legs.

Haughtily ignoring and drowning her small pleas of “that's wrong“ or “we can't“ in rich groans, his teeth dominantly nibbled on her exposed nipple. The same old magic that lured him since the day she introduced herself during that mission lit up again. The Captain grew insatiable, numb to any of her potentially not too unthoughtful interventions.

Steadying her hips as he grinded against them, strong vocal cords brought his intoxicating British accent to live once more. “Unbuckle my belt“.

“Conrad, we-“

“Do you really want to make me repeat myself, Yvonne?“

The grip of his hands tightened, bruising her delicate flesh. Irrevocably marking the younger Jackson just as he did in his filthy dreams. Fuck, it felt good, he thought, darkened eyes rolling back when she eventually obeyed and fingers worked to undo his leather belt.

Yvonne bit her lip at the fateful clink of silver metal and the feeling of his huge cock escaping layers of fabric, pulsating with lewd desire.

She was about to let it happen. A ludicrous thought but just as inevitable.

Conducting the weapons that were his wanton hands from outside her thighs to the inside, Conrad pushed her legs further apart, sharply sucking in lust-laden air at the sight of her gorgeous pussy. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with, be it his wife, be it heated one night stands.

Incomparable.

“Fuck… I’m gonna make you regret every fuckin time you ran away from me” he rasped, running his hand down her trembling legs to force them wider than she deemed possible. The broad handrail she was sat on top of screeched when Yvonne’s bare ass shifted to allow her hips to accommodate to the hungry Captains command.

“Tell m-me why she’s here” the last bit of clear sense pressed out of her puffy lips altering James‘ expression in a heartbeat. “Why after she hurt you?“.

His brows furrowed, voice slipping to meet a threatening undertone while he dragged the wide tip of his cock through her wet folds. The visible and palpable evidence of the undeniable effect Conrad had on the beautiful woman. Internally, she damned him to the devil however, the tall ex-soldier slowly became her new religion.

Perhaps he had already been for a while, infiltrating the many hours she had been staring at the sea thinking of the infuriating man. It could’ve been prayers.

Or a silent plea to faith.

A dirty moan spilled from Yvonne’s agape mouth as Conrad pushed only the tip inside. He was too much. Too big and probably too soon. Inarguably he was too close at the wrong time.

“I-I can’t… please James“ she murmured, her delicate face contorted in the sweet pain of his girthy crown stretching her entrance, recklessly forcing her sex to mold around him. A cold shiver was sent by his irrational chuckle, twirling around her spine like a rope of invisible bondage, holding her in place even though her mind told her to leave.

Was she lost?

Yvonne’s hazel eyes met his, narrowed and piercing like the ones of a hunting wolf. But hurt. An alpha deeming himself incapable of being more than a lonely wolf ever again. But the light brown of her soft, pleading gaze did something to him, forcing him to gently caress the inside of her thigh. It was as if her sweet caramel wrapped around the bitterness of his heart in a loving embrace, neutralizing and balancing Conrad’s ache.

“You are different, Jackson“ he began, the deep blue hues of his gaze luring the half naked woman in a caging sensation of thalassophobia. But it had become a familiar fear to her. Everything about Captain Conrad was weirdly intimate by now making her creep closer and closer towards his own door of horrors she couldn’t yet get him to open.

His veiny hand stopped stroking, wandered upwards to wrap around his throbbing length and withdraw slightly from the panting blonde. She looked so perfect, so involuntary ready for him that it drove his mind feral. Nevertheless, not feral enough to ignore what kind of feelings bubbled up in his core, swirling around his consciousness and veiling the natural effect of a soldiers senses.

“Thank you“ Yvonne murmured, her hips betraying her by bucking up against his hand.

A satisfied smile tugged on the man’s lips, awakening this charming British breeze James had woven in his handsome demeanor. The young woman’s muscles relaxed once again, but immediately tensed up again when he leant down closer to where her heart was hammering against her chest. The man was like a starved vampire occasionally occurring as a glimpse of frenzy.

”Don’t thank me just yet, darling. You have no damn clue about who I truly am“ he purred against her ear, watching the soft body hair shot up like straight standing soldiers. Conrad smirked to himself. Satisfied and fascinated.

“But you know all about me, yes?“ she bit back yet not daring to move a single muscle, paralyzed by the tantalizing sensation of his weight pressing against her ribcage.

Scoffing, his veiny hand wrapped around her throat like a vice, his still rock hard cock beginning to feel even more drawn to her slick pussy. Conrad gritted his teeth as he eased inside her, just to the exact same point he had invaded her earlier. An erratic reminder of who was in charge that drew pathetic whimpers from Yvonne’s burning lungs.

“It took me one look. One fucking look in your eyes, Yvonne“ the baritone vibrated in her ear, the tone dislodging when he suddenly turned her head to growl upon her left temple. Conrad was everywhere, Yvonne accepting the fact that the blonde man with those lewdly sharp cheekbones was omnipresent.

“You don’t have to tell me more. I know it’s numbing“

“But I wa-want to tell you…I trust you“ the young woman breathed, tilting her head to brush his soft skin.

“Jackson, I couldn’t ohh fuck return it“.

The electrifying inch he was sheathed inside her now let her eyes roll back, nails digging in the cream fabric of the man’s jacket. Still, he was overwhelming, drawing the cutest moans from her needy lips. Yvonne wanted to kiss him, no, needed it to feel more of the man she had lost herself in.

It was so much more than desire or frivolous lust as they both already knew. It was a fucked up kind of love and dependency existing in a dangerous symbiosis with secrets and painful pasts.

Guiding her head towards him, the hazel eyes fluttered shut, sugary anticipation engulfing her clouded senses. God, James must be an aphrodisiac how it shielded her mind from the fact they could simply be caught.

Strengthening the grip around her neck Conrad turned her head around again, away from his own lips. It hurt him to see the quick glimpse of disappointment in Yvonne’s eyes but it had to be like that. “Maybe one day, darling“ the coo was almost loving, making up for the sharp denial stinging in her mind.

Excuses for irrational behavior were new to her, feeling better than she had ever imagined.

“Your promises are still as pathetic“ Ava‘s sharp voice rung across the staircase, Yvonne jolting up. Fuck, she cursed to herself fumbling with the hem of her dress, frantically throwing it to blanket where they were united. At least for the special, careful inch that Conrad had appraised enough for now.

But the married man pulled out either way, tucking himself back in his pants before he gently lifted Yvonne, who lost all control over her blushing face, off the railing.

Ava clicked her tongue, chidingly slowly shaking her head while the relentless clicks of heels on marble neared the ex-soldier. Her black hair added nicely to the malicious flashes in her eyes, Yvonne thought, taking a glimpse of her lovers wife.

Well, was he really her lover? What was Conrad at all?

“Goddamnit, Ava. You’ve done enough, haven’t you? Stop fucking destroying my life“ the deep pitched warning, drenched in venom was instantly thrown at the black haired woman making her wear a wicked smile.

Yvonne was still smoothening her dress, not daring to move out of Conrad’s protecting slipstream. God, it was a fucked up thing to believe that his presence would hinder her at coming for the visibly smaller blonde. Not the stranger woman who had her hands all over him ten ridiculous minutes ago…

Scrunching her nose and turning sideways Yvonne was shocked at the rampant extent she had allowed Conrad to lure her into so effortlessly. How the hell could it have happened? Echoes of her own thoughts disgusted by their close, faux-in-love actions ghosted around in her sore brain.

But it was about him after all. The one man she somehow couldn’t let go, instead allowing to overstep any boundary with his twisted nature. If she was brave enough she would've defended him; her only secret treasure.

“You didn’t hesitate a second destroying mine“ she sneered, positioning herself provocatively with one exposed leg stepping in between Conrad’s. She strived to dominate the tall man, her aggressive eyes narrowed when her gaze tried to weave past him, searching for Yvonne.

Rolling his eyes, the muscular man stood his place like a silent rock, enduring the sea‘s constant gushing waves. No, a tilting rock, pivoting to shield the precious siren on the beach behind.

“So it’s her now, huh? That’s the woman who’s truly worth your time?“ her annoyingly high pitched voice snapped before she dragged her dusky eyes across Yvonne’s frame “A hypocrite…“

Conrad’s expression remained unaltered, the cream fabric accommodated to his bulging biceps when the Captain crossed his arms. “My time is irrelevant to you now, Ava. I’m leaving the country in a few hours“ he began to announce. “And the hypocrite is coming with me“.

Before the silent woman in the back could really fathom the significance of his last sentence the painful sound of a palm slapping a rock hard cheek hissed through the air.

Ava had slapped his husband without a grain of reluctance in her motion while Conrad just stood there, head still slightly tilted from the sinister woman’s assault, steel blues fluttered shut from the familiar sensation.

Yvonne was frozen on the spot, hazel eyes torn open and cold shock oozing from her agape mouth. Abuse was nothing living too far away from her own doorstep but it never got physical so the young woman couldn’t help the feeble gasp.

But Conrad stayed calm. Surprisingly calm.

Slowly turning his head back to shoot his wife a warning glance, the low baritone filled the hall once again. “I’ll take her to the farmers market you never wanted to see“.

His broad shoulders met Yvonne’s scared gaze as he turned to face her beauty instead. It felt like waking up to chirping birds after a horrid nightmare. The angelic woman who could save him from his undoing, lift him in the highest of airs and grant him the salvation he was pursuing alone.

If she would still stay with him after he opened up...

However, for now, a smile tugged at his lips when her face whispered sizzling anticipation. Yvonne would love to see the market. With him. With his fingers intertwined with hers.

“Don’t let him fuck you sweetie. Isn’t worth the drama“ Ava purred, the feigned smile as bittersweet as her unwanted advice. But at least it was her final note, the last string pulled before black curls swung theatrically, following the tall woman’s fast steps towards the elevator.

“I don’t have any clothes packed, James“ Yvonne murmured knowing exactly how important it was to let the tall man breath, to drop the topic of his devilish wife. His abusive wife.

“You won’t need any where we're going“.

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