#this woman wasn't the brightest

[tarjapearce]

Lips Anon! Okay, imagine imagine... You are the 18 yr old daughter of Miguel's secretary. Your mom had to work harder because of the death of her husband/your father, and managed to become Miguel's Secretary. Secretary has a huge crush on Miguel after becoming his secretary, but he's after something else... You. He's not the kindest of men here. He tells you if you ever reject or tell he'll fire your mom. A dark fate awaits you...I'm sorry in a dark mood lol love u

Remember when I said I wanted something dark? Jksjsksj found this in the ask box and YESSS BABY

WICKED GAMES

ShamelessCEO! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Power play, power imbalance, smut, No proofread, fingering, slight anal play, implicit mentions of squirt, oral (F receiving), Dom! Miguel, Corruption Kink, Mild degratadion, blackmailing, nipple play, cum, Dark Miguel, slight angst, dubious morals.

Summary: Miguel offers you a deal you can't refuse, even if you wanted to.

"Bend over, preciosa."

The voice you had been obeying for the last month ordered. Ever deep and sultry, it had butterflies rioting in your stomach.

Your skin crawled when two deft fingers hovered and dragged over the outline of a flimsy piece of mesh fabric, that accomplished poorly it's role of a thong, leaving little to nothing to his already wild and rampant imagination.

Hands trailed the supple globes of flesh your rear always carried, awaiting to be spanked. It was his ritual before he messed with your senses, his new favorite hobby.

The sight made him groan. Lace and tulle adorned your body in the most skimpiest of ways you had only seen in famous catalogues of lingerie.

And somehow he had turned you into his personal Polly Pocket. If he told you to undress in the middle of his office, you'd obey. If he told you to put on some lingerie that barely covered your tits or holes, you'd obey.

And if he told you to open up, you'd sit ontop of his desk and spread your legs.

Refusal of his antics would only bring devastating consequences to your already little and tattered home. Or so, he had cleared up a month ago. He was shameless.

A shameless CEO of the Medical Research Facility in Alchemax, Miguel O'Hara, that also happened to be your mother's boss.

A boss which, the poor woman had been crushing over for months now. She'd come home with a brightest beam on her face, something that only your father provoked when he lived. She'd gush about him like a teenager in love. She'd ramble for hours if she could and for what you heard he seemed to be a pretty decent man.

A sudden heart attack had left you both widowed and fatherless.

But life didn't stopped. Debts and bills that always arrived on time in the mailbox, the house's mortgage that had slowly chipped away your mother's sanity, had made you drop out of college to find a job and help around with the expenses. And still wasn't enough.

You had seen the exhaustion in your mother's eyes, her depleting smile faltering through the months after she was fired from her current job, trying to be strong for the both as you turned into the main provider, until she landed a job at Alchemax.

Things improved, you quit your second job and had the option to do some trade school. Life gave you a little slack.

Until you assisted to a gala with your mom.

She had enough to afford a beautiful pair of dresses and a lovely makeover that had left you both looking mesmerizing. She tried her best into have a bit of Miguel's attention. She was beautiful, a milf according to your male friends. Nearly in her late thirties.

You didn't want to interrupt whatever thing rich men did in these sort of events, but your mother, stunning and stubborn as she was wanted to greet her boss, despite your initial refusals. You didn't have the heart to say no to her.

And no wonder why she was over the moon with him. Handsome was an understatement, his imposing aura made your eyes avert from his form, skin crawled when you both stepped closer to his personal space. Like if presenting yourselves to the big bad wolf.

"Mr. O'Hara?" The man in question turned to your mother with a piercing stare, watching her with his usual cold look until his brown eyes landed on you. "This is my daughter."

Twinkling with a discreet amusement, ignoring your mother's words to take you in completely.

"Nice to meet you, hermosa."

He squeezed your hand in a gentle and polite handshake while a brief smile appeared. One look, was all he needed for his brain to whirlwind with thoughts he rarely indulged. Miguel was bored.

But not for long.

In the rest of the party you felt someone watching your every move from the shadows.

----

Call it a coincidence, fate or whatever powerful strength above you that put you in the same elevator as him when you were about to visit your mother.

"This is the executive elevator"

Shit.

Your mind immediately reprimanded you for not being careful enough

"I'm sorry."

You were about to leave when the doors slammed shut on your face, your feet stepping back. He had closed the doors.

"I didn't know it was exclusive use only."

Miguel took a brief look at his watch, "It's alright. We're going to the same floor anyways."

Of course, your mother worked in the same floor as he was. Silence however made a space between you, comfortable enough until Miguel broke it.

"Do you study?"

Your throat cleared while giving a quiet nod.

"Work?"

"Yeah. Uhm... Today is my day off actually. Just wanted to say hi to mom."

How cute.

Miguel chuckled while the elevator kept moving upwards, taking it's time. His presence alone had your arms holding yourself, squeezing at the flesh nearby the elbows and heart pounding up your throat.

"You two seem close." Miguel tilted his head as his eyes remained on you, seizing you with the same stare he gave you at the party.

"Oh, heh. Yeah. It's just us. Dad died some years ago."

"Sorry to hear about it."

You shrugged as your feet shuffled. The butterflies in your stomach tickled your insides, blood rushed involuntarily to your cheeks the more scrutinized you felt.

"Thanks. Life goes on though."

"True. How much you get paid in your job?"

"W-What?" You had to blink a couple of times before facing him.

"Not much, that for sure."

He just hummed while his lips pursed. It was more than enough info to have his plan set into motions.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

A derisive snort came your way, "No. I don't have time for it."

"Too busy working?."

"Exactly. Mom needs all the help she can."

Miguel squeezed the metallic bar behind him. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"You're a good woman."

The compliment deepened the flush. A meek thank you was music to his ears and he pulled out a card to then giving it to you. His cologne mushing your senses into a pulp.

Your brow quirked and again, he focused all the attention in you.

"If you need extra help, call me. I think I need a personal assistant"

"Wait... I thought mom was already doing that?"

"She's my secretary, not my assistant. Different jobs. But the choice is all yours."

The elevator's door dinged, finally releasing you both.

"I'll await for your response."

With those final words he left you alone, setting his plan in motion.

----

You were fired. Without much explanation, or a valid reason other than 'We're cutting people short."

It was too soon, too sudden and way too coincidental. It had only been two days since you talked to Miguel, and two days things had been tense at work.

When your mom knew about the news, she wasn't pleased but couldn't really blame you, and when you told her about Miguel, the hesitation was more than enough to send you spiraling in anxiety.

"He's a demanding person, cupcake. Are you sure you wanna do this?"

Resolution only increased when the new mortgage bill rested on the table.

"I know it won't be easy, but I have to. We're almost done with the house's payments."

"That's my job, sweetie. You can go back to college and-"

"Get even more in debt again? No. Mom, look. I know you don't like me to help you, but I wanna do it. Okay?"

She didn't say much, but supported you.

His phone rang and rang to no avail.

I'm the morning however a text message had you rushing through everything.

—Interview at 10.

----

You made it. barely. Mom helped you to dry the sweat forming in your forehead as she announced your presence to Miguel.

"You can do this, ok? If not, don't worry."

She kissed your forehead and let you in. A security door locked behind you.

You knew Alchemax was rotting in money, but his office was ridiculous. Expensive portraits adorning the beige walls, seats made out of the fine leathers, perfect for hosting a personal party if he wished, and finally your eyes met him. Sitting in his throne, watching you with his usual piercing eyes.

His hands motioned you to follow him as he entered through the previous door you saw before to reveal a much more personal space. A semicircular leather couch, with a bar in front.

Bottles of different liqueurs and colors had you looking back and forth through them. Cups and glasses neatly arranged in them, he went behind the bar and served himself some whiskey.

Your surprise at the place grandeur didn't go unnoticed by him. It made him smirk.

"Want a drink?"

"Uh, no. I'm alright. Thanks."

He downed a shot of whiskey while sitting on the couch, to then pat the space next to him.

Hesitation started to nest out when you sat, his aura and form swallowing you whole.

"Let's go straight to the point."

Eyes darted back at his face while nodding.

"Of course. What would my functions be?"

"None of that boring bureaucratic shit, that's for sure."

You blinked, confused, but your senses flared in danger when a bold hand of his rested on your knee, gently squeezing you.

"Uhm... Mr. O'Hara-"

"I need your full commitment, if you're working for me. Can you do that?"

"I-I need to know what's gonna be my job, if I'm-"

"If?" A disapproving array of 'tsk' came out of him, his whole frame faced you now while he loosened his tie.

"I don't think you're understanding, sweetie. I don't want ifs here. I like a yes or no. You see, your mother is a good employee."

You gulped, not really enjoying where this conversation was going.

"And you're jobless. A lot of debts to pay come your mailbox every month" Your face recoiled from his lingering touch as he removed a strand of hair out of your face, "Must be hard for her, taking all of that in her shoulders"

His hand slid on your shoulder and you casted your eyes away.

"But you, are brave to help her. I like brave girls like you."

It was more than enough for you to stand in a rush to leave, but he grabbed your wrist with enough force to stop you, but immediately pulled you against his chest, back colliding against his solid wall of muscles.

"Don't be afraid, cielito. I won't hurt you."

"Let me go, please."

"Why would I let my new assistant go?"

"I don't want to-"

"The only thing you have to do is be there for me whenever I require it from you."

"I'm not turning into your fucking fuck toy!"

His hand covered yours for a second to tone down your voice.

"Fuck toy? Quite the imagination you have. Let me put it simple and straight for you. You leave? Your mom does too."

Angry tears flooded your eyes while he squeezed your chin with a lazy smile

"But if you stay, and take the job, "He nuzzled your neck softly, sending shivers down your spine," I'll give her a raise."

You stilled for a moment and he let you go, to pour himself some more whiskey.

Numbness spreaded through your head, the glass clinking echoed in the little space. Head felt buzzing and spinning with so many thoughts that screamed and pushed in your head to come up to a proper reply.

Leave it!

No, your mom, the mortgage-

Take it!

He's rich, and mom needs a break from money, you're so close paying up everything!

No! He's bad. You're not a slut! He only wants your body!

But mom would be happy...

A hand on your cheek, stroking you lips put a halt to all the rebelling thoughts, forcing your focus to go back to him.

"So, yes or no?"

----

"W-Wait!" Your plea came out as a shaky moan as he rubbed in lazy circles your clit over the lace panties he made you wear.

Lace and tulle were his favorites, you noted. The first thing he did was to give you the rules.

"Someone could enter at any moment!"

If he'd need you, you'd assist him in any way he saw fit. You wouldn't call him for anything besides business. Everything would happen between you both, was to remain between you and whatever the place he chose.

He shrugged "We're working. Ahora callate." (Shut up)

You wouldn't call him by his name, Mr. O'Hara or Sir would suffice. Contraceptives were a must. No kissing, you weren't to wear underwear around him unless absolute necessary and certainly no interaction past your stablished contract.

He picked a red silk and mesh set of panties, that perfectly adjusted at your size.

His thumb applied the gradual pressure that had you covering your mouth and trapping his hand between your legs.

"Why am I not hearing you?"

His hand slapped with enough force your pussy to send a jolt through your body, ending in a loud gasp.

"Don't cover your mouth. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

Mom was so excited when you told her you had accepted the job offer.

His hands fumbled with his buckle, moving past the layers of clothes to release his proud and girthy cock free. You were sprawled all over his desk, tits exposed from the confinements of your button shirt.

He trailed a finger between the moist and supple pair of lips that swallowed the silk, soaking them when he pushed it above your pulsating cunt.

Breathings heaved, and a tiny whimper was brave enough to escape as he rubbed his tip between your clothed folds.

His grunts and foreign mumbling had your skin tickling. He slapped his cock before pressing tighter against your pussy, rubbing urgently and desperately.

You groaned as your breaths turned curt and shallow. One of his hands pinned your hips down in place, his cock moved sideways on your clit with such speed it had you sputtering and trembling.

He covered your mouth, drowning the delicious cry that announced your climax, as he glazed your folds with his cum. Hot and thick blobs of cum permeated the fabric, burning your skin deliciously.

The flush in his cheeks and ears spreaded through his face. Plump lips panted and heaved as his eyes trailed over your convulsing body. Taut peaks swayed at the pace of your breathings.

The phone next to you rang, startling you both. With the remaining strength in your body, you stood to fix your clothing and hair to look the least unkempt as possible.

"Mr. O'Hara, the meeting with Aaron is within two hours. Would you like to confirm?"

Your mother's voice pierced through the intercom. Your eyes casted away from him and the crime scene.

There wasn't an aftercare per say, it all revolved around his pleasure after all. But apparently he loved having you marked with his scent. But you weren't one for following such things, too uncomfortable to walk around with cum stained panties, so you threw them away and cleaned yourself up in his personal's bathroom, then went back to your mini office on his right.

----

At first there was nothing more but him jerking off to oblivion and cumming on your panties, that always were discarded afterwards, no matter how cute they were.

But as days passed, his ways turned bolder. He had asked you to get undressed and give him a show on his chair. Although shy at first, he talked through the whole process, training you to the point of cumming with three fingers inside you all while he recorded your climax with one hand, and stroked himself with the other.

But it wasn't enough. On a particular day, he felt like having you sit on his lap, mounds out, one on his mouth as his cock was trapped between your thighs, covered in the slick your drenched folds drowned him in.

Tongue swirled while he suckled, earning lovely mewls from your mouth. Your phone rang, and he groaned, frustrated.

The vibrations of his grumble made you whimper, while shaky hands grabbed the trinket. Mom's number on the screen.

"Pick up." His tongue twirled on your nipple once more as his arms pulled you upwards to sit on his lap. One of his hands darted on your soaked swell to prod two fingers around, but stopped upon seeing you looking at him.

"Pick the fuck up" With a gulp you took some air before pressing the green button. It was your mom's day off

"H-Hey mom"

You had to pill the phone away as he slid in the two digits inside and you bit your lip.

"-you? How is it going?"

"I'm doing just fine."

His fingers prodded and buried themselves deeper while wriggling inside.   Brown deep eyes never faltered in watching you. Engraving each and single one of your expressions as he moved his  fingers deftly inside you, leaving wet slurps of your cunt echoing the more he moved. His mouth sucked the hardened nub with such hunger it had you biting your lip to avoid moaning.

"What do you want for dinner? I'm making pasta. Is that alright?"

"Y-Yeah. That's-"

Your spine arched as you watched his fingers disappearing inside your slick and folds, "That's great." You clenched your jaw while your head threw back.

"Okay! See you at night, sweetie. Love you!"

"Lov... Love you too"

Miguel grabbed your phone and hung the call, to hear you as he increased the pace of his fingering. The tight knot coiling into your lower pit, spreading and consuming everything like a wild fire.

Miguel could only watch your blissful face as you gushed all over his hand.

"Such a good girl."

He mumbled through rough licks and sucks, leaving your nipple puffed and sensitive.

And now a month after getting used to a certain part of his antics, you were bent over the desk, flimsy mesh fabric covering your awaiting hole.

"Beautiful" His praising was odd, yet it left a tingling and warm shimmy on your heart. He pulled you to stand again and pulled the panties off.

He put one of your legs ontop of the sturdy surface and kneeled behind you. Face immediately sinking between your thighs and flesh. A yelp flew out in the air as he slurped and played with your clit, two of his fingers teasing your butthole.

Papers were crumpled underneath your hands as he delved his tongue and coiled it inside your weeping pussy. Souping and guzzling down your slick. His fingers sunk in your tighter hole, prodding softly.

"Look at that" He mumbled while sucking the outer labia before dribbling his tongue up and down, skin full of goosebumps, as your jaw clenched, trying to not scream at the unbearable sensation in your holes.

"You didn't want this job and now look at you." He slapped your glutes so hard it left a flushed pink imprint on it. And it only made you wetter, "Such a good little toy for me."

His fingers in your butthole prodded and spreaded. His hot breath fanned on your cunt, a trail of your slick and his lips connected on eachother.

"Feels good doesn't it?"

Miguel pulled your hips backwards, pressing your pussy against his mouth, devouring you like a starved man. Your knees bucked and your toes curled in. He  gasped for air while you mumbled the most incoherent things that came out your mouth, a clear reflect on what he did to your mind.

"Feels good to be paid to be used, Hm?"

Another spank and it had you whimpering a delicious 'Yes'

"You love when I use you, preciosa?"

The tip his fingers rubbed and poked at your insides.

"Y-Yes"

"See? Honesty can take you places."

You noted that he'd never go to the extent of fucking you, despite the implant nesting within your left arm.

"P-Please"

"Hm? What was that?"

His fingers dug deeper and faster as they hooked inside you, reaching easily that sweet spot that had you sobbing and pushing your hips against it.

"Please, sir!"

Miguel's dark smirk widened when he suddenly stopped, just when you were about to cum. A frustrated whine came off your lips and he grabbed you by the hair, cornering you against him and the desk.

"Go change, sweetie. That's all for today."

"But-"

"I said, that's fucking it for today, understood?"

"Yes, sir"

A shamed pant came off your mouth while getting off the desk, hips protested, but you made your way towards the bathroom.

Reality came flooding like a tsunami on your thoughts. You had been too carried away to remember it was all a game.

You cleaned yourself up before beginning to change.

He'd always have the upper hand. And no matter how much you tried to not react to his ministrations, your body always disobeyed greatly.

Your hair was fixed as you put on the outer layers of clothes. Miguel had made you admit all those shameful things you were avoiding to say.

At first it was just to keep mom happy and away from trouble. Hell, she even doubled her praising for Miguel and how much a good boss he was. And your paycheck always came on time, he had kept his sword like he said he would.

And still the emotional toll of such choice you had taken was finally catching up with you.

It all was a game. And you his favorite toy.

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Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

If Feyre was the hunter, then she was the carer. Where Feyre's hands became painted in crimson, marred by calluses and burden of survival, (Y/N)'s were gentle on skin, clearing the dirt from cuts and bruises that gave her and her family life.

When the family lost their fortune and left Feyre dragging her family towards tomorrow, she'd felt abandoned. The weight felt like a rope wrapping itself around her hands, cutting into her palms. As much as she loved her family, she didn't know how much longer she could continue risking her life each day to come home with a meager meal and an ungrateful audience. Until she found her dear younger sister, still fresh faced as the morning dew on grass, outside in the rays of fresh sunrise cutting apart the firewood Nesta was meant to the night before.

Feyre felt her guilt rise each day she saw her younger sister's hands grow more and more like hers, but her guilt was put to rest when (Y/N) would gently reach over and interlace their fingers. No matter how hard her skin became, her touch remained as soft as her soul. Her spirit had not been broken despite all this, and Feyre owed it to her to not break either.

(Y/N) loathed seeing her sisters in pain. And especially Feyre, but she knew her sister would drag her own corpse out that wooden door than let her family starve. And each night she came home, (Y/N) felt her heart beat again to see her sister safe.

So the day she saw her sister leave to take care of a sick aunt she'd never heard of, (Y/N) felt a piece of her heart leave with her. She'd wondered each day if Feyre was well, if she had found the time to paint like she used to. If Feyre was grateful to have reprieve from her family. But now, with her father's wealth restored and a full belly each night, for the first time since she was a child, (Y/N) felt content. Her beloved sisters were happy, her father thriving and Feyre off to see the world and, she hoped, pursuing the talent that she had. Although they got their estate back - one she found Nesta and Elain to be particularly pleased about - she couldn't help but miss the days when they would huddle around a small fire, Feyre by her side.

(Y/N) had taken the longest to adjust to their fortune. Too young to begin proper learning, she had to learn from her sisters. It was a struggle, learning to read and write at her age. And too used to hand me downs and holes, the softest silks and velvets on her skin felt foreign where Elain and Nesta felt at home. She wasn't ungrateful, but it felt wrong when she didn't know how Feyre was. She wondered if she hadn't heard from Feyre because she was busy, or perhaps her letters get lost too easily. But without a doubt, she knew her sister was ok.

'Miss (Y/N),' a gentle knock resounded from the door. (Y/N) looked up from her book at Mrs Laurent's voice - a children's book of pirates and faeries in a far away land. She had missed a part of her childhood, and she wanted to catch up as best she could. 'Your sisters request your presence in the drawing room.' Before she could ask, Mrs Laurent scurried away without another word.

She furrowed her eyebrows, confused at Mrs Laurent's skittish behaviour. Regardless, she made her way to the drawing room, where she heard her older sisters' voices, plus one more. A voice she hadn't heard in a year.

Pushing open the carved oak door, her eyes laid sight to a familiar stranger. No longer was she gaunt, with hollow cheekbones and bruised eyes. There she sat, healthy and glowing, and more beautiful than she ever remembered. As if from a painting made of a thousand paint strokes and the brightest shades of colour.

'Feyre,' she breathed, running into Feyre's already open arms. As pieces of a puzzle fit, the sisters embraced as one. Pulling apart, Feyre's fingers framed her sister's face. Her youth had begun to flee, as now stood before her was a woman, with intelligence in her eyes and a smile of the sun.

'My, you've grown up without me,' Feyre chuckled, tears blurring her vision like a hazy dream. But it wasn't a dream, and her sister was thriving and well.

(Y/N)'s eyes wandered her sister's face, with the longer she looked the more startled she became. At first she thought it was the lack of hunger, with Feyre no longer needing for food. But the longer she looked, the longer her mind grew confused. Her sister's beauty was beyond comprehension, and it was confirmed by the slight point of her ears. Her gaze flowed down to seek familiar sights and scars, only to find smooth, poreless skin amongst new, black markings crawling her arm.

Fae. The very thing her family warned her to fear. To hate. To hunt and despise for their cruelty and violence. Yet looking at her sister, she saw nothing but the winter nights Feyre would keep her warm and fed. The days when Feyre would give her an extra serving, even if it meant going hungry. All those memories, and yet...

'(Y/N),' Nesta's sharp voice rang, her fiery eyes piercing Feyre. 'Sit down.'

Elain moved a space over in the sofa, a cup of tea in her hand. (Y/N) looked at her sisters, inhaling before taking a seat next to Feyre. Nesta's eyes sharpened, nostrils flaring slightly as Elain glanced between her younger sisters. Feyre smiled, interlacing their fingers like they always did.

'I need you to listen.'

-☆-

'You wanted other High Fae to come...and...the Queens of the Realm'.

It was overwhelming, to find out her sister's disappearance was a lie. Of the struggles and pain she had gone through on her own. How she had been living in luxury while her sister had suffered - had died. Her grip on Feyre's fingers shook as her sisters argued.

'Find somewhere else.' Nesta demanded. 'I don't want them in my house. Or near Elain and (Y/N).'

'Nesta please,' Feyre pleaded. As Nesta fought back with Feyre, all (Y/N) could think about was Feyre's lifeless body, abandoned and forgotten by her family living in the warmth and comfort Feyre fought for each day in the woods. How each time Nesta and Elain would demand more and more from her, and how (Y/N) did nothing.

When Feyre had left, Nesta and Elain did their best to care for her - in their own ways. Elain, undeniably the more affectionate, would often sit with (Y/N) as she did her embroidery. She would often chat away about her new fiance, about the garden she had been tending to. But questions about (Y/N) fell short when looking at her younger sister. Nesta was more difficult to read. Often she'd been berated by her older sister during lessons, expecting her to reach their own levels of intellect in barely a fraction of the time they were given. But she found moments of care, when she woke up in the library with a blanket and her book marked where she had fallen asleep the night before.

She loved her sisters. She adored them all for caring over her for her entire life. But Feyre was unlike a sister. She was a mother, a carer, a saviour, her hope in life. Her dearest friend. And she would not leave Feyre hanging on her own any longer.

'We'll help.' All three sisters turned to her, her first words taking them all by surprise. 'We will help, because we didn't before. We abandoned you, I will not abandon you again.'

Feyre's eyes widened. Her baby sister, no longer a shy doe but a mighty deer, standing on her feet with her head held high. Nesta grit her teeth at her younger sister's sudden defiance, as Elain slowly nodded in shy agreement.

'We keep it a secret - we send the servants away.' Elain agreed, twisting her hands in her lap. 'No one will know'.

More words were exchanged, but (Y/N) paid no mind as she sipped her scalding tea. It burned her tongue and throat, but it kept her thoughts away from her guilt. Perhaps this was a mistake to invite more fae into their family home. Perhaps she'll find herself bewitched and dragged into Prythian for her weakness and naivety. But if asked, she would put her life in the palm of Feyre's hands without a second thought.

Once Elain left to shoo away the staff, and Nesta left to likely get away from Feyre, she turned to look at her sister.

'You're so beautiful now,' Feyre sighed, brushing her sister's hair behind her ears as if not a single day had passed. 'Have you been well?'

'I'm alright, but you...We hadn't heard from you in so long...'

'Please,' Feyre interrupted, seeing her sister's sadness and fear in her eyes. No matter how long it's been, she could always read her sister. 'I'm glad you're safe. We have a lot to catch up on.'

-☆-

Once the last carriage of servants disappeared into the night, Feyre's three guests arrived. They were large - both that they occupied so much space, but their auras seemed to permeate through every room of the house. Large wings attempting - poorly - to hide their true size weapons on their waists. Her sisters seemed to suffocate on their sheer authority, Nesta shielding Elain behind her as Feyre brought them closer.

'My sisters, Nesta, Elain and (Y/N) Acheron', the three companions seemed to light up at the last name, a name they heard fall out of Feyre's mouth in moments of trust and fondness. A name that Rhysand knew brought uncapped love and joy to Feyre.

'Cassian', Feyre nodded to the large figure on her left, to the Fae with golden brown skin, hazel eyes and black shoulder length hair. He was the tallest of the three, who nodded at his introduction.

'Azriel', Feyre turned to her right, to a man with similar features - hazel eyes and golden brown skin - but with shorter hair. (Y/N) couldn't help but linger her eyes. He was undeniably the most attractive man she'd ever seen. But it was impolite to stare, so she looked away when hazel greeted her sight.

'And Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court'.

The man with hair that shone with blue-black shades of the midnight sky, and violet eyes as vibrant as Nesta's amethyst necklace stepped forward with a smile and bowed, 'Thank you for your hospitality - and generosity'.

All three were undeniably beautiful beings, all with power and strength she had never seen or felt in her life. Their beauty felt surreal, too perfect and attractive that made even the extravagant Acheron estate looked dull. And Feyre fit right into their company. She stood where she belonged. She smiled at all three, curtseying as her sisters remained stiff at her side.

'The cook left dinner on the table. We should eat before it goes cold.' Nesta said be striding away towards her seat at the table.

'Nice to meet you,' Elain said, her voice caught in her throat as she followed after Nesta.

Feyre and her companions glanced at each other, sharing looks about the obvious tension choking the air. (Y/N) glided across to her sister's companions. Closer, they were far more imposing than she could have ever imagined, with her having to crane her neck to meet their gaze. A faint metallic scent drifted into her nose, sharp and unwelcome. Likely the magic that seeped out of their pores.

'Thank you for coming, and for taking care of my sister,' She said, stretching her hand out. If they noticed her shaking, they paid no mind as Rhysand shook her hand gently with a smile.

'It's been a pleasure,' Rhysand replied, 'Your sister has been a welcome company in my court.'

Politely, (Y/N) smiled once again before gesturing to the table, 'Please.'

Her gentle smile met Azriel's gaze, who couldn't help but watch the youngest Acheron as she took her seat next to Elain - who appeared more than happy to be sat next to her and not one of Feyre's companions. Despite her sister, Elain remained stiff when Azriel took his seat next to (Y/N). Slowly, (Y/N) slipped her hand in Elain's shaky hand.

The dinner had been a silent, uncomfortable affair. (Y/N) picked at her food, having lost her appetite from the stiff air in the room. She saw Feyre struggling to eat, and wondered if that was from the awkwardness or from being Fae. She had many questions - how different was her sister? How had she changed? How much of her Feyre was still there? It was easy to get lost in her assumptions of Fae, but for Feyre, she'd be more than happy to try.

Coughing slightly to clear the anxiety from her throat, she turned to her seat neighbour.

'Your wings are beautiful,' She said, gazing at the large expanse of leather and bone. Similar to the bats she'd seen glding through the stars, his were shows of strength and beauty. Elain and Nesta stared at their younger sister - wide-eyed and fiery, respectively.

Azriel set down his fork, turning slightly to meet (Y/N)'s curious gaze. 'Thank you. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We're born hearing the song of the wind.'

'The song of the wind?' (Y/N) asked. Undeniably she'd never heard of such a thing, but it sounded beautiful. Sounded unlike this world. To imagine herself so intuned into nature the way faeries seemed... 'It must be exciting, seeing new places and being able to touch the clouds.'

'It can be very exciting,' Azriel agreed, nodding. A gentle curve appeared on his lips as he gently added, 'Clouds feel like the softest of feathers.'

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at that thought.

'You look like High Fae,' Nesta cut, her tone as sharp as the knife in her hand. 'But you are not one?'

'Nesta...' (Y/N) sighed, knowing her sister would not stop.

'Only the High Faes look like them,' Cassian replied, a finger pointed towards Feyre and Rhysand, 'are High Fae. Everyone else, any other differences, mark you as what they like to call 'lesser' faeries.'

'So only Illyrians have wings?' (Y/N) turned to Azriel once more.

'There are Fae that can be born with wings, but my people are the most common in my court to possess them.'

'And your court...is it always night if it's the Night Court?' (Y/N) felt more curious than shame to ask these questions. How can one not be curious when the world continues to grow in front of her eyes?

'We do have a day and night, just as other courts do. But our nights are the most beautiful in Prythian that you'll ever see.' Azriel replied. He paused silently, before adding, 'Perhaps you'll get the chance to see them some day.'

The more she learned of the magical land up north, the more she realised how much she didn't know. And the more she questioned how true her people's tales of Fae were. If they barely knew of the Fae, how can they decide that they were all barbaric? That they were merciless killers? Perhaps they'd been like Feyre - hunters of survival. Or perhaps the stories began as bedtime tales, told to children to keep them away from the woods at night.

Her heart had pulled towards her sister, and her head and family have been telling her to run. But now as she was sat next to this gentle giant, sharing tales and questions, how could she know what to believe? Was this the trick of fae? Preying on curiosity to lure humans in? Her head began to dizzy as questions bounced around to the beat of her pounding heart.

#acotar x reader #acotar #azriel x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acheron

[ryunnggg]

Step by Step - ITZY Yuna

Y/n picked up his stepdaughter from school at the usual hour, struggling to act as if everything were the same as always even if he had spent the whole day in his office thinking about what had happened that morning between them.

He sighed, adjusting his tenting pants as he was thinking of Yuna with just a shirt and pants in bed with him and her mother.

He had thought she was afraid of thunders the previous night and so he had let her get into their bed, but that morning he woke up to the teenager groping and licking his dick and suddenly he found himself teaching the girl how to take care of his erection.

He had tried to stop thinking about it, but the more he tried the more he kept daydreaming of what he could do with the young woman, who was clearly attracted to him.

He and her mother had been together for months, at that point, but the bed had been kind of cold since the woman had started taking sleeping pills that left her to sleep like dead and him to jerk off in the silence.

Yuna had unbalanced all that and now he couldn't stop thinking about the girl's lips around his dick and what they could do while her mother was asleep.

He smiled a touch predatorily as Yuna entered the car, school uniform and fresh smell, terribly tempting.

"Hi, daddy." The girl smiled, gaze drifting down to his crotch with a certain hunger in her eyes.

"Hi, baby." The man took a deep breath, starting the engine to drive home.

He wasn't really sure of what to expect from her since that morning but he wouldn't have expected even in his brightest dreams the little hand that travelled towards him and started to gently cup his hard on through the fabric.

"Baby girl..." Y/n tried to warn her even if sighing in pleasure. "Daddy will end up taking you someplace to do things to you if you keep that up..."

Yuna licked her lips and as an answer tightened the grip on his hard on. "Will you let me suck you off again, daddy?" she murmured excitedly.

"That and so much more..." he promised, deciding to change their route to go just outside town and have a bit of intimacy in some country lane.

Yuna made a little sound and Y/n was able to notice her pressing her thighs together.

"Have you thought about this morning, baby?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, all day..." she admitted with a soft sigh.

Y/n nodded in silence before throwing her a glance. "Have you ever kissed another man?"

She shook her head, watching him. "Not before you this morning."

"That's good."

"Is it?"

"Yes." He nodded again, finding out suddenly that he was very possessive of his stepdaughter. "Daddy wants to be the only one to kiss you."

"You will be." She hurried to promise.

"Will you let daddy take care of that sweet pussy of yours later?" he asked with his hard on pressing against the zip at the mere thought of him taking the girl's virginity.

"Yes." She sighed heavily. "Everything, daddy..."

"Good girl..." he whispered, parking the car behind a line of trees before cutting the engine and taking off the belt.

Yuna didn't wait for him to tell her anything and hurried to pull down his zipper and free his erection from his pants and boxers with a pitiful moan.

"Have you been waiting long to do this to daddy?" he asked softly, carding his fingers in her soft long hair.

Yuna nodded with a sigh and suddenly she went down to lick at the head already leaking precum, moaning as if it were the best thing she had ever tasted.

Y/n groaned and let his head drop against the headrest, petting her head. "Good girl... take care of daddy." He incited her, slightly parting his legs as the teenager started taking him in her mouth and sucking him off.

He couldn't think of anything else than how good she was at that, how he was going to enjoy her little mouth on his dick for the years to come. Slowly he started to put pressure on her head, driving her down on his dick, and Yuna went willingly, moaning softly around his cock as if that was paradise to her and she couldn't ask for anything better than her father feeding her his cock.

"Daddy will come to your room tonight..." he promised, gripping her hair and starting to move her head, dictating the pace.

Yuna abandoned every attempt to try to take her time and found out she enjoyed terribly letting him use her like that. She pressed her thighs in an attempt to stimulate herself since her daddy wasn't touching her, and moaned in an attempt to ask him to keep talking.

"Would you like that, love? Would you like daddy to come in your room and take your virginity once your mom is sleeping?" He let go of her head and Yuna took the chance to let his dick slip from her swollen lips with an obscene wet pop.

"Yes, daddy, please..." She croaked, voice hoarse, and moved one hand to jerk him off while she was busy talking between little licks at his head. "I want you so much..."

"Then daddy will come,” he promised short of breath before guiding her back down on his dick. "Daddy wants you to keep the uniform. I've dreamed all day of me taking your sweet pussy while you're still wearing those preppy clothes. I want to pull up that skirt and just eat your pussy while you tremble and scream in pleasure."

He moaned, pushing his dick up in her mouth. "Daddy will have you many times tonight," he promised, keeping her down as he emptied his balls with a huge groan.

Yuna moaned around his erection and swallowed it all down, close herself to her orgasm after hearing his words. It was everything she wanted and couldn't believe her stepdad was finally giving her all of that. She waited until he let her go to let the softening cock slip out her mouth.

"Please daddy, I'll be a good girl." She nodded, moving her long hair behind her shoulders. "I want you so much."

"Than you'll have me,” he promised in a whisper, caressing her chin and guiding her so he could kiss her soft lips and taste his own cum on her tongue.

***

Yuna went directly to her room as they entered home, trying to hide to her mom the way her lips were red and swollen. She was afraid her mother would notice that she was so excited she couldn't even sit still.

In her room she waited for hours for the man to go to her, pacing and trying to make herself prettier in front of the mirror. She changed her bra hoping Y/n would like it and then put back the white shirt. She was just done with it when Y/n came through her door, wearing soft clothes that he used to bed.

She almost couldn't breathe from excitement and nearly threw herself in his arms.

Y/n smiled on her lips before kissing her and holding her tightly in his arms, letting his hands roam the young sexy body of his stepdaughter. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes, daddy." She nodded with a little sigh, trying to press her breasts to his chest in an attempt to get him more excited.

The man groaned softly and took her by her hands to lead her towards the bed. There he sat at the foot of the bed, watching her from below.

"Daddy was waiting to come here too. I had to wait for your mom to take her pills." He sighed, letting her hands go to caress her sides. "But now I can't wait anymore. Do you still want daddy to take your pretty pussy?" Y/n asked just to be sure.

Yuna nodded in a hurry, licking her lips. "Yes. So much." She slowly shook her head, truly eager to get down to it with him.

Y/n smiled softly and nodded, moving his hands over the buttons of her shirt. "Let daddy see you, baby girl."

Yuna swallowed, a touch nervous, but let him do whatever he wanted, relying on him to know what to do since she had no experience whatsoever.

Y/n licked his lips hungrily looking at her soft breast. Slowly he started to fondle her tits, eliciting a moan from his daughter. "Such soft tits."

"Do you like them?" Yuna asked in a breath.

"Very much." Y/n nodded, squeezing them and pressing his thumbs against her nipples through the fabric.

He waited for her nipples to stand before moving his hands behind her back to unhook the bra and be able to pull down the fabric to let her tits free. He didn't take it off, not wanting to take her shirt off too, and instead leaned in to put his mouth on her soft skin and start to suck her breast while fondling the other one with one hand.

Yuna moaned, closing her eyes for a moment, and put her hands on his shoulders looking for a balance as he was able to make her swoon in place.

"Daddy," she called him softly as Y/n started to suck on her nipple, eliciting another moan from her lips. "Daddy, please..." she moaned, feeling her pussy get even wetter under that treatment.

But Y/n let her nipple go with a long lick just to move on the other one.

The girl moaned and arched her back trying to get something more. Y/n opened his legs and pulled her close as he kept fondling her breasts, covering them with kisses and little bites.

"Daddy loves them,” he murmured excited, letting her breast go just to let his hands roam below, covering her ass and squeezing at her asscheeks.

He couldn't wait for the moment when he would have been able to not only fuck her pussy but also her ass, making sure he would have all her holes for himself. "You're such a pretty baby," he murmured, moving his hands under her skirt to feel directly her hot skin under his palms.

He slowly took the fabric of her panties and pulled it down, making Yuna hold her breath as he got rid of her underwear.

"Oh, you got really wet as you were waiting for daddy,” Y/n commented with a grin, guiding her to raise one leg and then the other one to take off the garment and throw it aside, enjoying the view of her pussy up and close and smelling of her desire.

Without letting her move away he leaned in and pressed his mouth against her crotch to lick at her clit.

Yuna yelped, not having expected that, and soon Y/n had to make her lie down on the bed since her legs were trembling so much she was probably a few seconds away from falling on the floor or in his arms.

Y/n let her catch her breath and smirked, looking down at her while starting to remove his own clothes. He had every intention to spend the night in her room completely naked, ravishing the girl and completely ruining her uniform.

Yuna licked her lips staring at him, still short of breath after those few seconds with his mouth on her. If that had felt so intense, she had no idea how she was going to get through the night with the muscular man plowing his dick in her and having sex for hours on end like he had promised.

She made a little sound at seeing his hard on jutting out, ready to take her, and instinctively she spread her legs for him, pulling up her little skirt to show off her pussy to the man.

"Please, daddy,” she whispered.

Y/n moaned at that sight and wrapped one hand around his dick, pulling at it a couple times before crawling on the bed and right between her legs.

"My beautiful baby, so ready for her daddy,” he whispered, licking his lips before diving right back to her pussy to lick and suck at her swollen clit.

Yuna screamed in pleasure and moved her hands on his shoulders, holding to them tightly as Y/n made everything in his abilities to drive her crazy.

He started moving one finger in her while licking and sucking, waiting to be sure it wouldn't hurt her before adding another finger, moaning at feeling her terribly hot and wet, perfectly relaxed for him and ready to take her first dick.

Y/n moved away, kneeling on the bedcovers and just watching the panting and disheveled girl in front of him.

"Daddy is gonna give you everything,” he murmured, starting to slide the head of his dick against her wet vagina.

Yuna opened her eyes with a sigh and for a moment she tensed up. "Daddy- shouldn't you wear a condom?" she asked hesitantly, but Y/n shook his head.

He had decided many hours before that he wasn't going to wear any with her, that he was in fact going to fill her up with his cum night after night till she would get pregnant with his child.

At that point he would have find some story to tell her mother about making sure Yuna wouldn't raise her child alone and dump her mother to marry the girl as a good stepfather making sure his daughter wouldn't get her life ruined by the first dick she had had "probably at some party".

He was unashamed about deceiving his young stepdaughter and tricking her into having unprotected sex so that he could get her pregnant with his baby. He had every intention of making sure he would be the father of her first born. And if that included telling her that he couldn’t do anything about cumming inside her and making sure in time she would find that hot too… even better.

"You don't have to worry about it, love, daddy is gonna take it out in time,” he assured the girl, bending down to kiss her sweetly on her lips.

Yuna smiled at him, trusting and still so innocent. "I like when you call me love."

"It's what you are to me." He smiled, kissing her again before starting to trust his dick deep into her with a groan.

Yuna was left without breath for a moment at the feeling of her stepfather's dick pushing deep into her.

She had never felt so full before, and suddenly she couldn't repress a loud moan. She closed her eyes and gripped tightly at the pillow under her head as Y/n rained kisses on her face and neck.

Soon he started to move inside her, first with a slow pace and then grunting and moaning the man went faster, fucking her harder.

If Somin hadn't been under the effect of her sleeping pills surely she would have gone to check on the ruckus they were making, screaming and moaning in pleasure, asking for more and promising the moon to each other, the headboard soon slamming against the wall on time with every thrust of the man.

Yuna was moaning in pleasure, trying to move towards her father, but the man was holding on to her thighs and kept them well spread to be able to slam into the girl harder and deeper.

He was soon covered in sweat, but had no intention to stop, excited as he had never been before. He rose to his knees and gripped tightly her sides to pull her hard on his dick with a loud moan, taking her pussy almost violently and pushing himself balls deep in her.

Yuna screamed, her muscles tensing around him, and suddenly she felt a wave of pleasure hit her with the first orgasm of the night.

Y/n moaned and kept moving, taking pleasure by the way her pussy was tensing and spasming around his cock.

"Just like that, baby girl, let daddy give you everything." He moaned moving one hand over her vagina to gently rub at her clit with his thumb, grinning at the obscene sound she made.

Yuna was breathless at that point, her thighs trembling, and she thought that she couldn't take any more.

"It's- it's too much, daddy..." She moaned, trying to arch and move away from his hand, overstimulated.

He was relentless though and soon he started rocking his hips again, fucking her wet pussy.

"No, it's not, love, let daddy show you... you're so hot... so perfect to daddy." He moaned, making her blush. "You want to make daddy cum, right, love? Do you you want daddy to have pleasure in you? I bet you can give me so much more pleasure than your mommy..."

"Can I?" she whispered, cheeks flushed.

"Oh, yes, baby girl, your pussy tastes so much better and it's so much hotter around daddy's dick, you're almost driving me crazy..."

Yuna moaned, relaxing when he stopped torturing her clit. "Please, daddy, I want you to prefer me..."

"Oh, I do, baby..." He moaned, swallowing at feeling the orgasm coming.

Suddenly he dropped forward on the bed, covering her body with his, and went back at kissing her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside as he rocked his hips and pushed his dick deep in her body.

"Daddy is almost there, love,” he whispered over her lips.

Yuna squealed, taking a hold on his shoulders. "You have to take it out daddy, you're not using a condom," she tried to remind him, but then that made the trick and Y/n pushed with a hard thrust deep inside her, only wanting to fill her up and get her pregnant.

He howled in pleasure, filling her up with wave after wave of sperm.

Yuna held her breath, looking at him with wide eyes as she felt his pleasure inside her pussy. "Daddy-"

Y/n almost collapsed on top of her, short of breath.

Yuna instinctively hug his shoulders and Y/n nuzzled lazily at her neck

"I'm sorry, baby, daddy couldn't hold back anymore,” he apologized, not at all sorry to say the least, but covering it by keeping his face against her neck.

Yuna licked her lips and bite down on her bottom lip, worried.

"What if I get pregnant?" she whispered worriedly.

At that Y/n lifted his head to look in her eyes and kissed her on the lips with fondness.

"Than daddy will do what's right and take care of you and the baby. But you have nothing to worry, I'm pretty sure just a bit of cum for one night won't change anything?"

"You sure?" she asked, feeling the heat rise on her face at his words, at that strange image of them being a family, of Y/n marrying her instead of her mommy.

It wasn't unpleasant to say the least, not after all the months she had spent dreaming of being his woman.

"Pretty sure, don't worry." He kissed her brow. "Just once won't get you pregnant," he lied with a smile on his face.

Yuna relaxed and nodded, and Y/n felt a pang of guilt for the briefest moment but he put it aside as he went back to kiss her to make sure she was well satisfied.

"Daddy has no intention of leaving you alone for tonight, love," he murmured on her lips, moving one hand over one of her breasts. "Just wait for daddy to be hard again." He smirked, slowly torturing her nipple with his thumb.

Yuna moaned under his attentions and slowly she felt his dick grow hard again. She moaned softly and soon Y/n started moving again inside her.

"Daddy..."

Y/n licked his lips and went back at kneeling over her, pushing in her hard but without the previous impatience. Now he simply enjoyed the sight of his baby girl spread out in front of him, her pussy pink and abused stretched around his dick, her school uniform in disarray and her tits jiggling at his every thrust.

"You're such a sight for sore eyes, baby..." He moaned, moving one hand over her stomach to pet her, mentally dreaming of a time when she was going to be carrying his child, belly bulging with pregnancy.

He licked his lips at the thought and sighed, moving one hand up to pet and gently squeeze her breasts. "Such a beautiful sight... you're mine now, you know that?" he murmured possessive.

Yuna hurried to nod thinking only at the man fucking her and how much she did love feeling him move inside her.

"Only yours, daddy..."

Y/n kept on moving till he was just one breath away from coming and then he pulled the girl hard on his dick, impaling her right as he started cumming. He groaned loudly, lost in pleasure, and despite her squirming Yuna had no way of moving away, her legs trembling for the intensity of the sex as her father filled her up a second time.

"Daddy..."

"Yes..." He moaned with his eyes closed, groaning as the girl tensed her muscles around him in a vain attempt to make him pull out his cock. Not that it would have changed something. Y/n turned his gaze to her.

"What is it, baby girl?" he murmured as nothing strange had just happened.

"You said you would pull out," she whined softly.

Y/n licked his lips and rubbed circles on her hips. "I know, love, but daddy already came inside just before, right? It won't change anything if it happens during the same night."

"Are you sure?" she asked after a moment of hesitation.

"I'm sure, baby." He nodded, bending down to kiss her on the lips and distract her from the subjects. "Daddy wants to enjoy it till he can, you're just so soft and hot inside, it's too hard for daddy to take it out in time... don't you like it when daddy fills you up?" he asked, gently rocking his hips.

Yuna moaned softly, but after a moment she nodded, caressing his neck. "I do like that feeling of you cumming in me,” she admitted in a soft murmur, her cheeks flushed, and Y/n smiled brightly at her, kissing her again.

"My sweet baby girl likes when daddy pumps his special milk inside of her, uh? That's so hot, baby," he murmured and Yuna went even more red if that was possible at hearing him praise her like that for what she liked.

"Are you sure it won't get me pregnant though?"

"Sure." He nodded still kissing her. "And I'm old anyway, it's possible I couldn't get you pregnant even if we were to have sex like this for the rest of our lives. Even if I think I would really love to give you a couple children in a few years,” he admitted and Yuna giggled, thinking about it.

"Do you?"

"Definitely." The man smiled down at her.

When he finally pulled back his dick left her pussy with an obscene sound and Y/n hummed in approval, watching his cum slowly drip out of her.

"The most beautiful sight daddy has ever seen..." he murmured, caressing her legs.

He helped her get rid of her uniform then so she could lie with him completely naked during the night.

Yuna let him do whatever he wanted, lost in the pleasure and the feeling of being finally in the arms of the man she loved more than anyone else in the world.

She didn't protest as Y/n lead her to stand on all four and moaned aloud when he went down on her, licking her pussy and sucking at her clit just as he had when they had started.

Y/n took his sweet time at making sure she would have another orgasm, determined in giving her the best first night of sex any girl would want.

Yuna was still shaking from the last orgasm giving to her by his tongue when Y/n kneeled behind her and once again he rubbed his dick against her pussy. "Daddy-"

"Daddy wants you so much, baby girl..." He moaned, slightly pushing just the head in her opening.

Yuna moaned and without thinking too much started to rock back towards him, pushing herself on his cock.

"Just like that..." He moaned, caressing her asscheeks. "Show your daddy how much you like it,” he incited her, making her hear his approval as inch after inch of his cock disappeared inside her until Yuna was pushing herself against his hips.

"Good girl..." He sighed, standing still for a moment and leaving her time to readjust at his cock and the different position. As soon as he felt the girl relax he started moving.

At first slow sweet movements, then wider as time went by, progressively harder even if he didn't resume the hard pace he had used before.

Yuna seemed to love it, moving with him and trying to let him go as deep as possible.

"Daddy..." She moaned when Y/n bend down to cover her body with his own, pressing his chest to her back.

"You're so good at this, baby,” he complimented her, moving one hand from the bed to one of her breasts, squeezing and drawing a moan out of her as he focused his efforts on her nipple, pinching it and rolling it with his thumb. "And you sound so good too... are you okay with daddy coming inside you this time?" he asked while kissing her neck.

After the numerous reassurances of the man that it wouldn't have changed anything, she just nodded with her eyes closed, lost in pleasure.

"Daddy wants to hear you ask for it, love... tell me you want me inside." He pressed on it, excited at the thought of his stepdaughter actively asking him to fill her up.

Yuna moaned slowly getting just as excited at the thought and pushed back on his cock, enjoying feeling it deep in her pussy. "Daddy- I want you inside..."

Y/n moaned and kissed her neck again. "More, baby..."

"I want to feel you cum inside me..." She moaned, getting a little embarrassed, but Y/n pushed a bit harder in her making her gasp.

"Ask me to fill you up," he requested, more and more excited, and pressed his dick in her to the base.

Yuna moaned aloud, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "Please, daddy... don't get out, I like when you fill up my pussy with cum..."

Y/n groaned aloud and finally did what she had just asked, coming inside her for the third time in one night in his stepdaughter.

"Yes!" He moaned, squeezing both her breasts.

Between that and the feeling of his cum once again inside, she wasn't able to hold on to it anymore and reached the edge herself, trembling in his arms as she came too.

***

Y/n left his daughter’s bedroom only after making sure she was cleaned up and tucked in bed.

He went for a late and very much needed shower, still half hard at the thought that maybe his stepdaughter was already carrying his child, and without so much of a pang of regret for his deceit he went back to his partner's bed and lay beside her, smiling at the thought of how many sex filled nights were waiting for him in Yuna's room.

***

Somin was busy in the kitchen, Y/n could see her through the open door on the living room. Without taking his eyes off her, he took the blanket thrown over the couch to cover himself and Yuna.

The girl smiled at him, looking at him for a moment instead of the TV. That changed when Y/n moved one arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer.

They had started having sex on a regular basis barely a week ago and already he couldn't resist the urge to have more of her anytime, anywhere.

"Now, why don't you put your head on my shoulder and fake sleeping?" Y/n murmured, kissing her forehead and making sure the woman in the adjacent room wouldn't hear him.

Yuna blushed and threw a glance in the direction of the kitchen, even if she couldn't see her mother from her position. With a little embarrassed smile she did what her stepfather had just asked and Y/n softly kissed the top of her head.

"Good girl," he murmured, deeply enjoying the chance of being able to cuddle up with the girl on the couch.

Even if soon it wasn't enough to him.

Y/n sighed as his erection grew harder by the minute. He licked his lips, throwing another glance at the woman cleaning up after dinner, and slowly - trying to not be heard or noticed under the TV noise - he pulled down his zipper and opened up his pants. Slowly, so not to move too much the blanket, he took one of his daughter hands and moved it over his erection.

Yuna held her breath at that but obediently wrapped her hand around his dick as Y/n was leading her to do and gently started to jerk him off.

Y/n moaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment, and took his hand from under the blanket to grab the remote and raise the volume a touch more to cover up his sounds as the little girl in his arms kept jerking him off there in the living room.

"Just like that..." he whispered, his head reclined against the couch and his legs spread a tad more as her little hand kept moving on his hard on giving him pleasure.

He made sure that nothing would be noticed through their cover and jerked his hips up slightly to make her pick up the pace.

He groaned as she did just that, excited for her touch and the knowledge that they were terribly close to being discovered. She didn't know any better, too young and horny, but he knew and as much as he cared not to be found out also enjoyed the thrill.

Y/n went back at sipping his beer to cover up a moan as his stepdaughter kept masturbating him and squeezed the head of the cock a bit more in her soft fingers.

"Daddy wants to push you under the blanket so much, love,” he whispered in her ear, smirking at the flush that covered her face. He suddenly raised his head when Somin appeared on the door.

"Is she asleep?"

"I think so." He cleared his throat, tensing up a bit as Yuna just slowed down but didn't stop touching him. "I can take her to bed later," he offered, hoping Somin would not try to go and wake her up right in that moment finding out what they had been doing the whole time.

But the woman just smiled and nodded once. "Thanks, you're really good with her."

"I do everything I can." He smiled, trying not to moan as Yuna picked up the pace once again without even waiting for her mother to go away.

Y/n waited for the woman to do just that and as soon as he heard the switch of their bedroom click he groaned softly, removing the blanket from his lap to uncover his red and flustered cock and the pale hand still holding it.

"Am I good, daddy?" Yuna whispered, looking for his eyes.

Y/n hurried to nod and leaned in to kiss her with a deep hunger, but instead of saying anything he pushed his fingers in her hair and guided her head down.

Yuna understood what he wanted and just opened up her mouth, closing her eyes as it got stuffed full with his hot dick.

Y/n groaned softly, enjoying the warmth of her mouth, and started moving his hips, too excited to wait anymore.

"Like that, baby, let daddy fuck your mouth..." He moaned softly, hoping Somin would not come back. "Let daddy cum in that hot throat of yours..."

Yuna let him guide her as he preferred and squeezed her thighs shut as she grew wet too. She had no way of telling him or even ask him to do something about that either, but wasn't even sure she couldn't reach an orgasm by the pleasure it gave her to let him fuck her throat like that in an open space like their living room where her mother could have caught them anytime soon.

Y/n suddenly emptied his balls in her mouth with a loud groan, pressing her down till her lips were closed around the base of his dick, and kept her down as he shoot wave after wave of cum deep in her throat.

"Good girl,” he whispered breathless when he was finally done and he eventually let her go.

Yuna let his dick slip out her lips with a soft moan, looking at him as if he hung the moon in the sky. "Daddy..."

Y/n smiled tenderly at that sight and slowly cleaned a bead of sperm from her chin with his thumb, making her suck on it for a moment before taking it away to kiss her on the lips.

"My good little girl... you made daddy cum so hard,” he sighed, hurrying to stuff his penis back in his pants.

"I know!" She smiled abashedly and tried to get closer to him. "Daddy, I'm so wet..." She sighed and Y/n moaned softly, caressing her back and trying to get her hair in order after the mess he had made when he had been guiding her head up and down his own dick.

"Daddy will have to take care of it now,” he reassured her, kissing her again. "Just wait for you mom to go to sleep." He smiled against her lips.

***

After the first night Y/n hadn't had his release in her anymore, since Yuna had started protesting that he would get her pregnant, but that didn't stop him from working on his dream to get her pregnant with his child as soon as possible.

He thought of how long it could take for her to show the firsts signs of pregnancy, or finally for her to start asking him to get her pregnant, since he had kept telling her for days that it was something that made him hard just to say in the heat of the moment.

And it was, but it wasn't just dirty talk even if she didn't know yet. The thought of Yuna actively asking him to make her a mommy managed to drive him out of his bed and into the little girl’s room once again.

At the sight of her stepfather stark naked and hard, Yuna made a little wanting noise from her bed and kicked away her covers, impatient to have him deep inside.

Y/n smirked and locked the door as he ran his gaze on her naked form, admiring the way the teenager spread her legs for him. She hadn't even bothered to wear panties since she knew perfectly well that he would have come for her at night as he did now like clockwork.

"Daddy, I'm still so wet, please,” she begged in a whisper and Y/n hurried to crawl on the bed and find his place between her legs.

"Daddy is here now, love,” he whispered, bringing one hand over her pussy to start caressing her. "You're so wet for daddy, such a good girl..."

Yuna moaned and jerked her hips towards him instinctively.

"Did you touch yourself, baby?"

"No..." She pouted, looking back at him. "You told me not to..."

"Good." He bent down to kiss her pouting lips. "Only daddy can touch your little pussy,” he whispered as her arms went around his shoulders to keep him close.

"But I've been waiting so long..." She sighed, pushing herself on his fingers.

Y/n hummed, letting her ride his fingers and getting impossibly hard at that sight. "Sorry, babe, had to make sure your mom wouldn't notice me slipping out her bed to come visit her sweet daughter." He sighed, moving to kiss her neck and chest.

He didn't mention that the reason he had had to wait that long was because Somin was in the mood and he had just spent half an hour fucking Yuna’s mother just a couple rooms down the hallway. He had spent the whole time thinking about how it would have been to fuck the little girl there in the big bed with her mother sleeping beside them, or even telling the woman that her daughter's pussy was so good around his cock.

He had had no problem in cumming in her since he knew Somin had been taking the pill, but as soon as she had fallen asleep he had felt the urgency to just get out of bed and go find the girl. She was so eager and innocent, probably in love with him and ready to do anything Y/n could ask her to.

"Now daddy is here and will give you everything you want," he reassured the girl before slipping his fingers out of her pussy.

Yuna whimpered softly but he just bent down to kiss her again on the lips.

"On all four, darling."

Yuna licked her lips and hurried to comply, rolling under him and raising her ass up in an open invitation for him to take her.

Y/n moaned at that sight and grazed her smooth skin with both of his hands. As much as he knew he was doing something bad lying at the girl that way, tricking her into risking a pregnancy because he wanted it and wanted a reason for her mother to let him marry Yuna, he loved that little girl and was dead set on doing everything possible to make her happy.

He had told Yuna numerous times that he loved that position because he could take her deeper and at the same time have the chance to grab her tits while they were making love. Yuna had been taken more and more by that till she had lately started to roll on her belly of her own volition.

He had kept quiet about a third factor working to make that position his favorite and he had no intention of telling her yet as he penetrated her with a groan, starting to move right away.

Yuna moaned and immediately tried to match his thrusts, pushing herself on his dick.

He let his hands slide from her sides to her belly and there he caressed with fondness.

"I can't wait for my baby to be all grown up so I can dump your mommy and start a family with you,” he whispered at her ear.

Yuna moaned and closed her eyes as he kept thrusting into her. Y/n often promised that and she was growing excited at that kind of talk. "Daddy..."

"Daddy wants to give you a pretty baby for the two of us to take care of. You'll be so pretty with a nice baby bump, love,” he murmured before biting her neck, not so hard to leave a mark but enough to make her gasp and tighten up her muscles around his dick. He moaned and licked the offended skin. "Tell me that you want my baby, love... you know how much daddy loves when you say those words." He incited her, moving his hands to squeeze her tits and torture her hard nipples.

Yuna blushed but nodded, determined to give him whatever he wanted. "Please, daddy, give me your baby..."

"Do you want it, love?" Y/n asked, almost short of breath.

"Yes, I want you to knock me up with your hot milk, daddy..."

Y/n moaned and took her harder, squeezing her nipples. "Like that, baby."

Yuna moaned aloud, lost at being fucked that way, and she would have said anything to just make sure Y/n would keep pounding her pussy that hard. "Please, don't pull out, daddy, fill me up tonight..."

Y/n groaned and grabbed her hips to drive his cock hard and deep into her, almost violently, pounding her pussy with all his strength till he could feel his balls drawing up and he knew he was ready to cum. Only then he slipped out of her almost completely but for the head. He kept it seated in her opening and wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock, jerking off till one second later he started shooting his cum inside her with a loud groan.

Yuna whimpered at not being able to have him inside, but could have sworn of feeling him cum inside of her, even though it had happened like that night after night and Y/n had told her every time that it was just her imagination.

He had told her it was because she would have loved to feel him cum in her again after their first night and so she was trying to reconstruct the feeling with her mind, but he was shooting it all outside.

Y/n moaned, without removing the head of his dick from her opening till he was sure he had milked every last drop of his cum inside her.

With a soft sigh he rubbed it against her opening, smearing all over her pussy the cum that had followed his dick out. He had told her to stay relaxed, that there weren't any risks in him doing that and she had believed him completely.

Once, in the car, Y/n had cum all over her pussy and she had just sighed content and kept rubbing herself against his softening cock and that was the moment when the man understood he had managed to ensure the girl would trust him to do anything he wanted, believing him when he said it wasn't risky.

"Daddy,” Yuna called him in a whimper, trying to move back against him, looking for some satisfaction.

"Shush, love, daddy will take care of you now,” he promised with a smile, still short of breath.

As soon as he was done he moved away and just went to caress her from outside her pussy with his fingers. He sighed at feeling her hot and wet and covered not only of her juices but his cum too. He started to collect his own sperm with his fingers and slowly he pushed it inside her.

Yuna moaned at being fingered, relaxing on the pillow, leaving only her ass up in the air. She didn't even think he could have been up to something and slowly started rocking her hips on his fingers, pushing them deeper inside her, enjoying how he stretched them and seemed to want her to take them deep every time. "Daddy..."

"Do you like it, love?" Y/n asked with a smile, watching her move languidly as he once again took advantage of that position to make sure she wouldn't notice the way he calmly collected all the cum he had smeared onto her and slowly pushed it inside her.

If she thought that he wasn't going to make sure she would take all his cum every time they had sex, she was sorely mistaken. And he silently enjoyed knowing that she didn't know any better probably as much as he enjoyed the sex they had.

Yuna kept moving, rocking her hips and trying to have his fingers again and again. She was so eager for her own orgasm judging from the way she would whimper everytime he removed his fingers to catch another drop of cum to feed her pussy.

"My beautiful good girl... you'll be a perfect mommy one day, daddy just knows it." He caressed her back as he fingered her to her orgasm, making sure that by the time she finally tensed up and trembled with her own pleasure she was stuffed full with all the cum he could manage to get into her. "That's it, baby girl, you love this, don't you?" He cooed at her, smiling when she just moaned in her pillow as an answer.

As Yuna tried to catch her breath Y/n lay down beside her and hugged the girl to his chest, slowly petting her hair and feeling her relax against him.

"Did you like that, love?"

"Yes, daddy,” she mumbled against his neck, relaxed and almost putty in his hands.

Then and there, Y/n decided that it was a good moment to try and propose something "special" for his upcoming birthday.

"Can I ask you a special gift for my birthday?" He slowly stroked the nape of her neck.

Yuna nodded and raise her head to look at him in the eyes with a smile. "Anything you want, daddy,” she assured him, gently caressing his chest.

Y/n smiled and after licking his lips he nodded, decided in finally taking things to the next step in his plan.

"What if, when we can have some time for ourselves that night, or as soon as you mom leaves the house, we do something a bit different?" he tried, caressing her back. "You know I love when you ask me to get you pregnant, would you like to do it for once without me asking you? I would like to make love to you with you actively asking me,” he explained, gently caressing her long hair.

Yuna blushed but after a moment she nodded. "I could do that. Is that your present?"

"Not... entirely, no. Daddy would really love to be able to cum once again in you as we did our first time together, love."

Yuna bit her lip, unsure. "But daddy- what if that's enough? My friends said that if a boy doesn't pull out the girl will end up pregnant."

"Oh, love, that's not always true." He shook his head, without so much of a second thought. "It depends on what days we make love, how far from your period, that is, and the fact that I'm not that young anymore."

"You're not that old..." She laughed softly.

"Old enough to be your daddy." He smirked, moving one hand down to squeeze one of her asscheeks. "Not old enough to be too tired of fucking your pretty pussy, but that's not guarantee that my cum would get you pregnant."

She mulled on it, inclining her head as he kept gently stroking her skin. "Are you sure I won't get pregnant if it happens just once?"

"Just one night won't change anything, love... daddy just wants you to take it all deep inside for his birthday. Will you? Will you give me this precious gift?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. "Daddy would love so much to have you begging for him not to pull out for once since daddy has been so good and had always took it out in time since our first time."

"That's true..." she whispered, one a hair's breadth from giving in.

"I just want so much to feel your pretty pussy around my cock as I cum. Mommy asked me to cum in her once and I missed so much being wrapped in your pussy but I couldn't do it, not thinking about you waiting for me in here,” he lied with no regret since he had had no problem shooting all his cum in the woman during said night, matter of fact right as he had been thinking at the girl with her legs spread open waiting to be fucked after her mother.

That seemed to push the girl over her hesitation and suddenly she nodded. "You don't need her, daddy. I'll be more than happy to let you do whatever you want for your birthday."

"Really, sweetheart?" he asked with a smile, growing harder by the moment at the mere thought of what came next.

"Yes, daddy," she murmured, moving one hand to wrap it around his cock and starting to jerk him off again. "Everything for you."

"You're so good to your daddy… I can't wait to see you so ready to take it all, darling.”

***

Y/n wasn't able to organize a night just for them on his birthday, since Somin had wanted to take her whole family out for dinner, but he agreed with Yuna that any next occasion would have been good for their planned fun.

When Somin told him she would have had to go out of town for work for a couple days, Y/n had to fight down the urge to cheer and just told her not to worry about a thing, that he was going to take care of her little girl.

As soon as Somin was out of the way Y/n took Yuna straight to her mother's bedroom, set on having her in that bed finally. Yuna had giggled and let him lead the way, kissing him as soon as he stopped in front of the double bed and they started to undress each other in a hurry.

"Daddy has been waiting to stay alone with you for weeks now..."

"Me too, daddy..." She sighed, licking her lips at finally managing to get his pants open. She didn't wait a second more before kneeling down in front of him to take him in her mouth.

Y/n moaned loudly and ran his fingers through her hair, gripping them as the girl started moving her head up and down, really working his shaft.

"Like that, baby, so good..." He nodded, meeting her movements with shallow thrusts of his hips.

Yuna looked at him from below as she went down to take him down her throat, tightening her lips around the base of his penis and making the man almost scream in pleasure.

"Fuck- yes, don't stop..." He moaned, thrusting his dick in and out her mouth and deeply enjoying how she didn't seem to have a gag reflex. "Your mouth is so good... you take it like a whore, love,” he murmured breathlessly, one moment before tightening the grip on her hair as he pressed her head against his pelvis while shooting his cum deep in her throat with a shout.

As soon as he let her go Yuna made a soft sound as she let his dick slip out her mouth after cleaning him up good. "I love when you scream..."

Y/n huffed a smile and had to sit on the bed. "Any men would scream if he was to receive a blow job that way, darling."

Yuna laughed and sat at his side, leaning in to kiss him on a cheek. "But I won't give one to any of them, you're my only one, daddy,” she said with a smile and for the tiniest moment Y/n felt bad for deceiving her since the start of their relationship.

He cracked a smile and returned her kiss. "I'll make sure of it, love," he promised since it was exactly what he had been working on for weeks at that moment.

He kissed her again and slowly started pushing her back toward the center of the bed to lie over her and start rutting against her naked body, enjoying the freedom and the chance to be as noisy as they wanted.

"My little princess... daddy will make sure you'll be as happy as possible," he murmured pressing himself between her legs.

Yuna sighed and spread her thighs for him as she hugged his shoulders. "I love you, daddy..."

"I love you, baby." He leaned in to kiss her again and slowly pushed himself inside her. For a moment he even forgot about what he had asked her weeks before, but as he started thrusting inside her Yuna wrapped her legs around his back.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, love?"

Yuna licked her lips, taking courage before throwing herself in that talk she had prepared for weeks. "Will you cum inside me tonight, daddy?"

Y/n moaned at that question, suddenly remembering exactly what he had asked her. "Do you want me to, love?"

"Yes." She nodded, her face flushed a bright red.

"Do you want daddy to fill you up then, baby?"

She nodded again, swallowing. "I do, daddy. I love when we- when you're so deep inside me and- just like our first time, how you moaned as cumming balls deep inside my pussy," she murmured, embarrassed, and Y/n started pressing his dick harder against her, rocking his hips and making her moan too. "Tonight you won't have to stop, daddy... tonight my pussy is just for you to enjoy..." She moaned.

Y/n made a sound, his cock so hard it almost hurt him. "Do you want daddy to cum in your pussy and fill your womb tonight, darling? Daddy could get you pregnant..." He put it out there, gently caressing her belly.

He was almost sure that she was already with child, but enjoyed leading her on like that, he still wanted her to ask for it and be sure she would want to keep it once the time would have arrived for her to notice her pregnancy.

Yuna nodded after a moment, seeming less hesitant as she went on. "I want daddy to get me pregnant, I want him to have a nice baby as a present..." She smiled softly.

"Such a nice gift for daddy... daddy will make sure to put a child in you, then, darling..." He moaned pushing slowly inside her and feeling her squeeze him tight with her pussy. "Good god, darling..." He moaned, stopping for a moment before moving deeper. "I'll fill you up with so much cum you'll get a pretty baby bump even if you're not with child yet... so full of cum your belly will grow with it." He moaned, starting right away to move inside her, getting out almost completely before pushing again as deep as possible.

Yuna moaned and looked for a kiss taking his face between her hands, trying to meet his thrust with her movements. "But I will, daddy, right?" she asked on his lips when they broke apart.

"Oh, yes, I'll make sure you're a mommy by the time yours comes home," he promised, driving into her harder.

Yuna arched under him with a scream, her pussy already spasming around his cock.

Y/n kept moving with a groan, riding out her orgasm and making her pussy milk his cock.

"Just like that, yes, you love it, don't you? You just can't wait for daddy to get you pregnant and have a chance to parade you around as my new wife, don't you?" He moaned.

Yuna nodded, breathless, without even trying to answer him.

Y/n didn't stop, grabbing her hips tight and pulling her on his dick with all his strength, not caring about bruises or leaving signs as he slammed his dick in her.

"You're mine, baby, you're mine..."

"Yours..." She managed to whimper, lost in pleasure. "Don't stop, daddy, don't stop," she almost begged as Y/n pushed himself hard in her and suddenly stood still as he felt his balls draw up.

"Daddy is about to cum, darling,” he whispered, watching her face flushed and satisfied.

"Don't pull out,” she begged, lifting her arms to go back at hugging his shoulders. "Don't pull out, daddy... knock me up..." She moaned, one moment before Y/n groaned loudly, driven over the edge by her request.

He almost collapsed on her and Yuna held him close with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his cock still seated deep inside her as the man shot his cum filling her up wave after wave.

"It feels so good, daddy..." She moaned softly.

Y/n moaned and rubbed his face against her neck. "Daddy loves it too, darling. After tonight daddy doesn't know if he can manage to pull out anymore," he warned her, despite fully knowing she was going to think it was just dirty talking.

Yuna answered with a soft whimper, tightening her muscles around his shaft. "Then don't pull out anymore, daddy... just make me your pretty cumdump..." She moaned, still believing they were on the same page about her not getting pregnant before graduation.

"Oh, I will, love," he answered slowly rocking his half hard cock inside her.

***

Y/n managed to bend the rule they had settled for him not pulling out on the night of his birthday into being allowed for two days straight since that was the time they had without Somin in the house.

Yuna wasn't even hard to persuade since she loved anything they did together and she was starting to grow less and less concerned with the chances of a pregnancy since Y/n convinced her she wasn't really at risk.

After all that time spent in bed, Yuna was pretty horny even when her mother got back, but with the woman always spending time with Y/n she had no way to keep the man all for herself.

When Y/n told her the first night that he couldn't go visit her since Somin had said something about the two of them catching up, Yuna had sighed and nodded, resigning herself to staying alone for once.

The truth was that it was Y/n's choice not to visit her that night, same for the night after that and the third too. Sure, Somin had wanted to have sex, but that had never stopped him before from padding out of their room and into Yuna's as soon as the woman had started snoring.

It was just the last part of his plan to make the girl crave their intimacy so that she would just cave in at any request he could make.

When Somin went for an evening out with her friends, the fourth day since the last time he had touched Yuna, he only had to wait for the door to shut behind her back to found the girl against his chest.

"Daddy,” she whimpered, looking for a kiss.

Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest. "Finally alone, darling, daddy has missed you so much..."

"Me too..." She sighed, standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips.

Y/n kissed her slowly, enjoying it fully before bending down to pass one arm under her knees and lift her up to bring her to her bedroom.

"Daddy wants to spend hours ravaging his little princess,” he murmured.

"Yes, please, I'm- I've been so horny and frustrated without you these days," she admitted with a sigh.

"It's okay, darling, daddy is here now." He closed the door behind them with one foot before going to the bed to lie her down gently. "Daddy couldn't wait to be alone with you again."

"Me too, daddy..." She moaned rutting against him and trying to drag him over her.

She was desperate for his touch after all that time without him, trying to be good and not touch herself without him present. Soon she managed to wrap herself around him when he started to move inside her, trying to get him deeper, to find her satisfaction.

"Daddy," she called, breathless, almost whimpering as Y/n moved too slowly, not enough to be a tease but enough to not give her the pleasure she needed. "Daddy, please, fuck me harder," she begged.

It was music to Y/n's ears but the man knew he was just one step away from his objective and so he forced himself to take her slowly, to not push himself deep into her as he used to. He moaned as the girl tried to force him into action clenching her muscles around his shaft.

"Daddy, please..."

"So eager, little kitten..." He moaned, even if he stopped and made an effort to appear saddened by something. "Love, daddy doesn't know if he can cum like this anymore."

Yuna stopped, looking at him with wide worried eyes. "Daddy? What- don't you like me anymore?"

"Yes, of course I love you, you're my star, my little princess,” he hurried to reassure her, forcing himself to stay still inside her. "You're my everything, babe. But daddy doesn't think he can manage to cum anymore just fucking you like this, knowing he will have to pull out at the end."

Yuna blinked, surprised, and Y/n went on. "Knowing how good it felt to cum deep in your pussy for my birthday just ruined it for me, darling, now daddy is not even sure he can even cum anymore if he has to do it outside your hot pussy. Not even thinking about it could help me, I tried with your mommy but it wasn't enough and I'm so afraid about what will happen if I won't ever cum anymore, not with you or with your mommy. What if she gets bored of me and dumps me and we'll never be able to see each other anymore?" he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb, the picture of concern.

"Oh my god, that's- we can't risk that, daddy,” she whispered, terrified of losing him.

"I know, darling, I'm so sorry... I was afraid of telling you because... well, I don't want you to think that I was just trying to pressure you into letting me cum deep inside your pussy." He sighed softly, terribly hard inside her.

"I know you won't." She shook her head, taking a decision and nodding as she caressed his face. "But it's okay, daddy, I don't want you to suffer or fear having to go away, it's okay."

"What’s okay, love?" he asked softly, leaning in to kiss her lips.

"It’s okay if you need to be deep down inside me to cum..."

Y/n made a sound, excited, and moved one hand to squeeze softly at one of her tits. "Really? Are you sure?"

"I can't let you go the rest of your life without having an orgasm, daddy,” she whispered softly, caressing his face. "If to have one you need to do it like this then okay, I'll let you."

"So it's okay if daddy doesn't pull out anymore?" he whispered, impossibly hard in her and already fighting off an orgasm that threatened to ruin his speech.

She nodded and kissed him again. "Yes, daddy, don't do it anymore, you don't have to and suffer, don't pull out, just cum in me. I want you to be happy. To be satisfied. Will my pussy satisfy you again?"

He nodded and started moving again without sparing a second more. "Oh, yes, it will do, your pussy is amazing, darling. Daddy just dies any time he can have it. It's going to be so perfect from now on, darling," he promised, picking up the pace and finally making her moan with pleasure as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into her. "You're so good to daddy..."

Yuna moaned loudly and closed her eyes, losing herself in pleasure. "Daddy..."

"Daddy is so proud of you..."

"Are you?" she asked breathless, her breasts jiggling at his every thrust, an hypnotizing show to Y/n.

"Yes, love, you take such good care of your daddy, it's amazing." He moaned, terribly close to the edge. "You know right that if something happens and you'll get pregnant daddy will take care of you back, yes? Daddy will take care of you and the baby, his new family."

"I know, daddy." She nodded, grabbing his shoulders. "I'm so close, daddy..."

"You'll be okay with it, darling?" he asked, pulling out almost completely to delay both of their orgasms for a bit, until he had his answer.

"Yes, daddy." She almost sobbed, desperately trying to push herself on his dick and have it again. "If it happens I'll be okay with getting pregnant." She nodded, hoping it was the right thing to say to have him back again.

Y/n moaned and slammed in her almost violently, making her arch her back under him with a scream as she started spasming around him, hitting her orgasm.

Y/n moaned and rode out her orgasm, thrusting hard inside her. "Daddy would love so much to see you carry his child, love..." He moaned between gritted teeth.

Yuna moaned softly, completely exhausted by their love making and her recent orgasm, and barely managed to open her eyes to look at him from under heavy eyelids. "Oh. I guess it will happen now,” she whispered.

Y/n couldn't fight off the smirk that spread on his face. "I guess so, darling. Daddy is so sorry," he murmured, even as he grabbed her thighs tightly and spread them out even more, lifting them up to thrust harder and deeper in her body.

He loved the way she gasped in pleasure even if she had just orgasmed. "Daddy is just going to get you pregnant now..."

"Yes..." She moaned in pleasure, grabbing the pillow under her head and holding on it as Y/n took her so hard her body slid a bit every time on the mattress.

At hearing the girl finally surrender completely at him Y/n pushed himself in her with one last hard thrust and there he emptied his balls with an almost primal shout.

Yuna whimpered softly, feeling her little pussy burn after being abused like that, but she kind of loved that pain and so she clenched around him, hoping he wouldn't take his cock out already.

Y/n moaned, with no intention to slide out of her till he had made sure she had taken all of his cum.

"Daddy will make you carry his children," he whispered, watching her with clear joy and satisfaction in his eyes. "You'll be the mommy of my kids and I'll make sure you're happy." He promised caressing her face with love as he bent down to kiss her again.

***

It wasn't until another month had passed that Yuna noticed a certain delay in her period and she started to get worried about it. Since Y/n had managed to convince her, he had managed to never have another orgasm that wasn't spent inside either her pussy or down her throat.

Y/n would make sure to caress her belly at least once a day, sometimes a fleeting touch, other times spending long minutes slowly stroking it as they laid in bed together after having sex.

She had come to love the way he would talk about the two of them starting a family with their children, about them marrying in some little church in the country and how he was going to make sure she would be happy for the rest of her life. Yuna loved the man deeply and Y/n poured on her all his love in return.

She wasn't as worried about the pregnancy test as she would have been a couple months before, not since Y/n had showed her that plans could be made so that she wouldn't have had to drop out of school because of a pregnancy. And after he had promised to help her out with their children if she was to have them before her graduation.

Still, the two red lines on the test made her legs tremble and Yuna had to sit down for a long minute before managing to do another one, just to be sure before she dared go tell Y/n and her mother.

The two adults were sitting on the couch in front of the TV as Yuna approached them slowly, desperately wanting to just go and sit on her stepfather's lap but not daring to be so open in front of her mother.

"There is something I should tell you about,” she started, catching their attention.

Y/n's eyes immediately travelled from her face to her belly before raising again to her face, a twinkle in his eyes and a slight impatient smile forming on his lips.

"What is it, dear?"

Yuna swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

Her mother gave her a shocked look, speechless, but Y/n got up from the couch to reach her and Yuna sighed, relaxing between his arms.

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn't there. The man took her by the hand and led her with him to the couch, letting her sit on his lap as she had done a million times, still stroking her back, the image of a caring father worried about his pregnant daughter.

Somin was still speechless and slowly shook her head, watching her daughter as if she had never seen her before.

"Are you sure?" Somin croaked when she was able to talk again.

"Yes. Took two tests. And my period is late."

"Who is the father?" Somin mother asked, pretty sure she had never heard her daughter talk about a guy in her life.

That was a difficult question and Yuna blushed, biting down her lip. She knew perfectly well the lie they had chosen together, but it didn't make it easier to tell.

"I don't know," she murmured after a couple seconds. "It happened at a party- I didn't ask for his name," she explained, making an effort to not look at Y/n while saying it.

The man was proud of her and silently kept stroking her back while Somin made a shocked sound and jumped to her feet.

"Are you completely crazy? How could you do something like that- what were you even thinking?" Somin shouted.

Yuna leaned back, scared, and Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest.

"Somin, calm down," Y/n scolded her, irritated at seeing the woman react that way against Yuna. "Do you want to keep the baby?" he asked calmly, looking in the girl's eyes.

Yuna had to think about it just for a moment before nodding holding his gaze. "If it's alright to..." she whispered, almost fearing he would tell her he couldn't have been a part of it, but Y/n smiled tenderly and nodded.

"Of course that's alright. You'll see, everything will be alright," he reassured her while Somin threw her hands in the air.

"How, Y/n. What are we gonna do? Is there some way to find this guy?"

"I don't- I don't think so. I don't even want him, he was just-" Yuna stuttered, panicking a bit at the thought of her mother looking for her alleged one night stand and trying to make her marry him.

"It was just a one night stand, Somin," Y/n blurted, irritated at the same thought. "She didn't even ask for his name, do you think she wanted to start a family with him?"

"I don't know what she was thinking! I don't even think she was using her head!" Somin almost screamed. "Look at her, she's just a kid herself, still in school and without a father to her own kid! You have no idea how people treats teen moms!" she said the last part directly at Yuna, almost hoping she would change her mind.

Y/n though held the girl tighter. "She won't be a single mom, I'll take care of it."

"What do you mean?" Somin asked dumbfounded.

"I mean that I won't let her face this alone. She's a couple months away from being seventeen. Then she could get married with parental approval."

"To whom though? She doesn't even know who the father is."

"I could marry her," he said for the first time out loud in front of Somin and he heard Yuna gasp softly while Somin stood there, unmoving and looking at him as if he had gone completely crazy.

"I love her. Same as you do, really." He nodded, hoping the woman would think he meant just as a father. "She's my baby, Somin, I can't let her ruin her life trying to grow up a kid alone if I can be by her side. I could be the father to her baby." He spoke as if he was absolutely certain it could work. "She doesn't have to be alone, Somin. We could make a family and the kid would never found out about this whole party story."

There was an absolute silence in the living room after he was done talking. Yuna almost didn't even dare to breath, her gaze moving between the man she loved that had just asked for her hand in marriage to her mother somehow, and Somin who looked as if she was about to have a tic to her eye.

"Are you crazy?" Somin finally asked, voice pinched. "Are you kidding me? You can't marry my daughter!"

"She's not my daughter, though. Legally we could do it." He shrugged one shoulder.

"Yeah, but-"

"I want to." Yuna interjected in a hurry, derailing her mother's focus. "I want my baby to have his father by his side. Does it really matter if it's one guy or another? I just want someone who can love the baby and take care of us both. If I can have daddy I want daddy, please, mommy,” she pleaded. "Daddy is an amazing father to me and I just know he can be an amazing dad to our kids." She flushed, noticing how that could sound too close to home. "Not like Virgil," she added in a whisper, watching her mother grimace at the reminder to how her first husband had just disappeared from their lives without so much of a goodbye.

"Baby..." Somin murmured after a moment, watching her daughter under a new light.

She knew that the loss of her father had been hard on her daughter, especially since the man had told the girl he was just packing to go dump some things in a garage and she had felt cheated by life when she had found out the man had just ran away from the city looking for fortune somewhere else.

"This is a big decision, you don't have to take it just right now and then. Maybe you will find someone else. Someone more age appropriate," she tried to convince her, seeing as her partner was a good thirty years older than the girl.

Yuna though shook her head and watched the man she was sitting in the lap of with an infinitely tender gaze. "I want daddy."

Somin left them alone when it was clear that they were both set in their decision to get married and make sure the kid would think Y/n was his father. She had cried for her pregnant daughter and for her partner that was unceremoniously dumping her.

Worse thing was, Somin felt she couldn’t even get mad at him for his choice, since he had explained to her how he was doing it only to make sure Yuna would lead a happy life. At the same time in her opinion Yuna was still terribly innocent to think she could be happy in a marriage with an older man. But even if it was up to her to decide if her little girl could get married or not before her eighteenth birthday, she still felt as if they had let her few choices.

Even if something in the way they had looked at each other bothered her, but she chalked it up to the weirdness of the situation.

Alone with Yuna, Y/n finally smiled, relieved at the success of his plan, and gently caressed the girl’s face.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle dressed in a white pretty dress…”

thanks to read my first fic 😁

#yuna #kpop smut #yuna smut #smut #male reader #itzy smut

[wholoveseggs]

hi! I see you have a bunch of requests so I’m sorry to request but do you think you could write an Elijah angst with fluff ? Like y/n is upset because she thinks that elijah likes Hayley but he’s actually in love with her and has been for centuries but has always been too scared to tell her.

Always

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

Upon your unexpected appearance at the compound, centuries after being presumed dead, Elijah has to grapple with feelings he long buried and the consequences that come with it.

~♡♡ Thanks for the request anon(s) & @vervain3 ♡♡ - I combined all three ideas and made a jealousy triangle {square? circle? idk}~

3k words - Warnings: a little smutty right at the end, drama, angst, jealousy... vaguely refer to events from season 2 & 3... Klaus interfering & loving all the drama (Regina George energy)

It was a rare thing for Elijah Mikaelson to fall in love, but when he did, it was forever. In his one thousand years of living he could count on one hand the number of times his heart had truly belonged to someone else and he could recall, with exact detail, everything about them.

There was Tatia, the first woman he ever fell for, and then there was Katerina, or Katherine, who was a thorn in his side and a constant source of regret.Then Celeste came into the picture, a beautiful and powerful witch, her loss and betrayal still a bitter taste in his mouth.

And then there was you, the brightest light in his dark life. Your face still burned brightly in his memories and your name still danced on his tongue like the sweetest melody. You did things to him that no one else could, dissolving his burdens with just a smile.

You had captured his heart with just one look and he had been yours, mind, body, and soul. He was so in love with you, it hurt.

So when you died, he was shattered, torn apart and left to deal with the pain alone. He would see your face everywhere, haunting him and reminding him of his failure to protect the one he loved. To never be able to tell you how he felt was the most painful thing of all.

Centuries had passed since he lost you, his grief now a dull ache in his heart, but nothing had ever truly made the pain go away.

Hayley's presence in his life mended the broken pieces somewhat, but they were still damaged. His feelings for the hybrid would never be enough to erase the ghost of his love for you.

He accepted being content with what he had, knowing he didn't deserve anything more. That he was lucky to have met his soul mate, even if you were never truly his. To know that true love was real, if not fleeting.

So when he saw you, sitting on the sofa in the courtyard, laughing and chatting with Klaus, his heart stopped. He wondered if he was imagining you again, if his mind was playing a cruel trick on him.

But you turned, your gaze meeting his and the world stopped. He felt his knees grow weak, and his heart race.

You were real, you were here, you were alive.

And you looked just as beautiful as the day he last saw you.

But there was a bit of a problem, he was with Hayley now. You were back and he didn't know how to feel about that.

"Elijah, how long has it been? You look well." You greet him with a smile, pulling him in for a hug.

Elijah hesitated before wrapping his arms around you, inhaling the scent that he had thought he'd never experience again. He couldn't help but hold you a little tighter, afraid that if he let you go, you'd disappear.

"Y/N," he whispers softly.

You pull back, noticing the way his eyes seem to burn brighter, full of emotions you couldn't read.

"How are you? I haven't seen you since..." you trail off.

"Since you died," he finishes, his eyes looking at you curiously.

"Since you left me behind," you corrected him.

Elijah frowned, not understanding what you were talking about. The night Mikael returned, you were killed and your body burnt, at least, that's what Klaus had told him.

"Klaus said you were killed, we didn't have time to retrieve your body."

You shake your head. "That wasn't me, he was mistaken."

"So where were you?" he asked, still unable to believe you were really here.

"Here and there," you said with a smile, none of that mattered now.

You always had a soft spot for Elijah, when you first met him and his family, you found him to be so stoic and melancholic. You delighted in making him laugh, his smile lighting up his whole face and giving him the air of youth and carefreeness that you knew he had buried deep within him.

Nothing ever happened between you, he tended to fall for more serious types. But you never stopped loving him, he was always going to be the one you couldn't forget.

"You're as bad as Niklaus," Elijah said, chuckling lightly.

"I'll take that as a compliment," you grinned.

You were interrupted by a beautiful brunette with stunning hazel eyes, she walked up and placed her hand on Elijah's shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Y/N, this is Hayley," Elijah introduced, his hand going to rest on her back.

Of course, you thought. She was exactly his type, beautiful and fierce.

You gave her a small smile, shaking her hand.

"How do you know Elijah?" she asked, curious.

"We met a very long time ago, in another place," you answered, giving Elijah a sidelong glance. "In another life."

Hayley looked between the two of you, sensing there was more to your relationship than you were letting on. She wasn't going to let you anywhere near what was hers.

"What brings you here? To New Orleans, I mean?"

"I heard the original family has settled here and I wanted to catch up with old friends," you replied. "But mostly, I'm just passing through,"

Hayley frowned, "old friends," she repeated, her hand tightening around Elijah's shoulder.

She had only just met you, but already, she knew she didn't like you. You seemed to have a permanent smirk on your face that reminded her of Klaus, and that made her distrust you instantly. And the way Elijah was looking at you made her feel uneasy, she had never seen him look so...happy.

"Oh," Elijah's expression faltered, his disappointment barely noticeable. "You're leaving?"

"Well, I don't want to overstay my welcome," you joked, your eyes flickering to Hayley's.

"How about you join us tonight for dinner," Klaus said, walking up and joining the group, he always knew exactly how to make an awkward situation worse. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

You gave him a small smile. "Sure,"

When you arrived for dinner, you were surprised by the amount of people Klaus had invited. It was a bit of a relief, it would mean that you didn't have to be alone with Elijah and Hayley.

Klaus stood at the head of the table, making introductions, there were a number of vampires and werewolves present, including a werewolf alpha named Jackson and a handsome vampire named Marcel.

You greeted them all politely, before taking a seat next to Marcel.

"Y/N, this is my dear friend Marcellus," Klaus greeted, "you two have a remarkable amount in common."

Marcel smiles, "hello, beautiful."

"Hi," you smiled back, your eyes lingering on his, he had a killer smile and a charm to him that was difficult to resist.

You were glad to have someone to talk to, you could tell Marcel had a great sense of humor and you enjoyed his company. You also found yourself attracted to him, he was definitely your type.

"So, how do you know the Mikaelsons?" Marcel asked, a little confused. "I didn't think they had any friends outside their family,"

"Klaus turned me centuries ago, when they were hiding out in my town." You explain, taking a sip of your wine. "They needed allies, so he made some of us into vampires."

"Ahh, been there, done that." Marcel replied with a smile, leaning in closer, his hand brushing against yours.

Elijah watched from the other end of the table, his eyes flickering between the pair, his stomach knotting with every touch and look exchanged between you.

You didn't miss his glances, or his frowns, and you wondered what his problem was. He had his gorgeous girlfriend by his side, why was he looking at you this way?

Klaus delighted in the growing jealousy he could see bubbling up inside Elijah. He knew his brother had always loved you, but never made a move. And now, he was paying for it.

Klaus watched as you flirted with Marcel, enjoying the sight of Elijah growing increasingly frustrated.

"They seem cozy, how cute," he mused, his eyes gleaming.

"Yes, it appears that way," Elijah replied, his jaw clenching.

Hayley smiled at you and Marcel, "they’d make a good couple,"

"Would they?" Elijah asked, a hint of irritation in his tone.

Hayley didn't notice, she was too busy watching the way your eyes lingered on each other's and the way Marcel leaned in close and whispered in your ear, making you laugh.

Elijah didn't miss the spark in your eyes as you spoke with Marcel, the way your face lit up and the way his fingers traced patterns on your skin.

He wanted to rip his heart out.

He felt himself growing angrier by the minute, his hands clenched and his jaw tight. He could barely keep up with the conversation, his attention focused on you, his jealousy eating away at him.

There you were, so close, your laughter filling the air, the sound he had been longing to hear for so long. And he was stuck sitting across from you, watching you get closer to another man.

"Jackson, tell me about this ritual you mentioned earlier," Klaus said, interrupting Elijah's thoughts.

"Well," Jackson began, looking between Hayley and Elijah awkwardly. "It could possibly give the pack hybrid-like abilities,"

Hayley smiled, "that's exactly what we need Klaus, an army to protect our child."

"What would this ritual involve?" Elijah asked, trying to distract himself from the sound of your laughter.

"A marriage," Jackson answered. "Between myself and Hayley,"

"A marriage?" Hayley asked, confused. "I thought this was just a ritual?"

Jackson shook his head, "in order for it to work, we need to marry,"

Hayley frowned, looking between Jackson and Elijah. She wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of marrying anyone but Elijah, but she had no choice, she would do anything for her daughter.

"It would give us the power and numbers we need," Klaus agreed. "We could protect Hope from anyone who wished her harm."

Elijah felt strangely relieved, despite knowing how selfish it was. He thought he loved Hayley, that her marrying another would bother him, but he was more bothered by the way Marcel was touching you, he realized that his feelings for Hayley weren't enough.

He still loved you, and he always would.

"I guess that's it then," Hayley sighed, glancing over at Elijah, wondering what was going through his mind.

"We can discuss it further tomorrow, but I'm sure it's something that would benefit us all," Elijah said, his voice steady.

Hayley nodded, her heart breaking at his indifference. She didn't understand, she had hoped he would argue against it, at least a little bit, but it appeared she was mistaken.

She glanced over at you, seeing the way you kept looking at Elijah. She realized that your presence had shifted something in her relationship, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger towards you.

After dinner, everyone had a drink or two and mingled. Elijah and Hayley found a private corner to chat about her wedding, their conversation awkward and strained, filled with hidden meanings.

"Are you alright?" Elijah asked, noticing the pain in her eyes.

"Yeah, fine." Hayley nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "I just thought you would... I dunno... Protest the wedding more."

Elijah hesitated, "we need to do whatever we can to bring home Hope." He spoke carefully, "you know that I... care for you."

Hayley looked away, trying to hide the hurt on her face. He 'cared for' her, but it wasn't enough.

"You care for me," she repeated, her voice lacking the inflection of surprise. "But you don't love me, do you?"

She looked up at him, their eyes locking. He looked at her sadly, the regret in his eyes telling her all she needed to know.

"You'll always have a place in my heart, Hayley," he said. "It's just-"

"She's back," she finished, nodding sadly. "You've always loved her."

Elijah didn't respond, instead he simply stared at her, their eyes full of unspoken words, unshed tears and the promise of a life together that would never be.

Hayley took a breath, blinking back her tears.

"I should probably go and join the others," she said, turning to walk away. "I'll… see you around,”

Elijah released a breath, running his hand through his hair. He stood there, debating whether he should go over and talk to you.

Hayley could tell from the way you'd been looking at him that your feelings for him were the same. She was hurt, and a little drunk, and a more than a bit angry.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw Marcel whisper something in your ear, his hand resting on your shoulder. You seemed to have every man here wrapped around your finger instantly, even Elijah.

Hayley walked up to you, her eyes flashing. "It's incredible how you just return out of the blue and have every man here panting at your heels."

You raised an eyebrow, not expecting the hostility.

"I'm sorry, have I offended you in some way?" You asked, giving her a confused look.

"No, you're just a slut who can't seem to keep her hands off the men around here." Hayley snapped.

You looked at her in surprise, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Marcel and I were only flirting," you replied.

Hayley glared at you, her fists clenching. You could see the rage burning in her eyes, and you were tempted to push her further, just to see how far you could take it. But before you could, Jackson was by her side, a worried look on his face.

"Come on Hayley, let's get some air," he said, pulling her away from you.

Marcel watched as they left, his arm draped around your shoulders.

"What was that about?" He asked, glancing down at you.

"Your guess is as good as mine," you shrugged, your gaze drifting over to Elijah.

He was looking at you as well, his eyes wide and searching, as if he couldn't believe you were really there.

"I'm sorry Marcel, I think I'm going to turn in early," you said, smiling apologetically. "It's been a long day."

Marcel nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Call me sometime, if you're interested," he said with a grin, winking playfully.

"Sure, thanks." You nodded, returning his smile.

You made your way over to Klaus, thanking him for the dinner, and bidding him a goodnight. You then approached Elijah, a small smile on your face, your heart pounding.

"It's wonderful to see you, after all these years," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

"You too, Elijah." You said, giving him a genuine smile.

"I want to show you something, before you go." He said, extending his hand out to you.

You hesitated, glancing down at his hand, a part of you afraid to get your hopes up, to believe that he saw you as more than a friend. But when your eyes met his, you could see something in his gaze, and it gave you the confidence you needed to take his hand.

"Lead the way,"

Elijah gave you a small smile, leading you to his study. He walked over to his desk, searching around until he pulled out a wooden box.

He placed it on the desk, opening the lid. Inside was a pendant necklace, a gold chain with a small emerald medallion hanging from it, with your initials engraved.

You hadn't seen it in centuries, not since the night you parted, and the sight of it brought a flood of emotions crashing down.

"You kept it," you whispered, your eyes stinging with tears.

"Of course," Elijah replied, his voice quiet, a smile playing on his lips. "It was yours, it belongs with you."

Your fingers gently grazed the pendant, the cool metal a reminder of your human life. It was given to you by your mother, the only thing you had left of her. You had treasured it, and when it broke, Elijah had offered to get it fixed for you.

But when Mikael arrived and you were separated, you thought it was forever lost.

"You got it fixed," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Yes, it was important to you." Elijah replied, his voice soft, a smile on his face.

"After all these years, after everything, why did you keep it?" You asked, confused.

"It was all I had left of you," he replied, his voice barely audible.

You swallowed, unable to speak, your throat tight and your chest aching. You'd never imagined he'd held onto such a keepsake, a reminder of you he held onto for centuries after he believed you to be dead.

Elijah gently picked up the necklace, placing it around your neck, his hands lingering.

"I'm happy to return this to you," he whispered. "It's where it belongs."

Your hand went up to the pendant, tears streaming down your cheeks. You turned to face him and his hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears. You leaned into his touch, his skin warm against yours.

He stared into your eyes, his expression filled with emotion, his heart beating erratically.

"I want you to know that I..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words. "That I have never forgotten you."

"I never forgot you either," you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips, your own parting.

He leaned in slowly, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft, gentle, as they pressed against yours, you both sighed, melting into each other. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.

He moved you back until you hit the desk, his lips moving down your neck, nipping and kissing, causing you to moan. Your hands grasped at his clothes, tugging him closer, desperate for him.

Elijah lifted you onto the desk, pushing his body between your legs, his hardness pressed against you. His mouth was on yours again, his hands roaming your body, exploring every inch.

"Wait, wait," you panted, breaking the kiss. "You are with Hayley,"

Elijah paused, his eyes locked with yours, his chest heaving. "Not anymore."

You stared at him, confusion and desire muddling your thoughts.

"What?" You managed, still struggling to catch your breath.

"We broke up, tonight," he explained, his voice husky, his hands caressing your thighs.

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind, but his closeness and his hands on your body were making it impossible to think. He kissed you again, his lips hungry, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you.

You moaned, arching into him, your hands roaming his body, pulling him closer. His hands tugged at your dress, hiking it up your thighs, moving your panties to the side.

"I want you," he muttered, his eyes dark, filled with lust.

You whispered his name as his fingers slipped inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit. His mouth was on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, nibbling softly. You gasped, your hands grasping at his belt, trying desperately to undo it.

He pushed his pants and underwear down, his cock springing free. He positioned himself between your legs, easing into you slowly. Your eyes locked, both of you filled with an intense, desperate need for the other.

Elijah groaned, gripping the desk, his knuckles turning white, as he began thrusting into you, slow and deep. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your moans filling the room.

His movements became faster, more frantic, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you. You felt yourself getting closer, your muscles tightening, your breathing becoming shallow.

His lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping your thighs, holding them open. The desperate way he was fucking you was a testament to the feelings he held for you, and it only fueled your desire for him.

You moaned into his mouth as you came, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your body tremble, your muscles spasming.

Elijah buried his face in your neck, sinking his fangs into you as he let go, his body shuddering. You held him, stroking his hair, feeling his body relax.

"I've always loved you," he whispered.

"I love you, too." You replied, kissing his temple.

He kissed you again, his hands cradling your face. He smiled at you, his eyes filled with warmth, and a deep love that was reserved only for you.

It felt like coming home.

♡♡ Hayley is jealous of you -> you are jealous of Hayley -> Elijah is jealous of Marcel... & Marcel is too cool to care. ♡♡ ~What kind of jealously geometry is this??? I'm a writer not a mathematician lol~

#elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson smut #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvdu #vampire diaries #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikealson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries x you #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #the originals imagine

[piratefishmama]

Eddie actually being Wayne's son though.

Stay with me here, Wayne is the nicer brother. He never had any of those nasty tendencies like Al did, wasn't trying to make a quick buck doing something shady, an he was always there picking up the pieces whenever Eddie's mother wound up suffering Al's bullshit.

Now, it was easy to fake it, to convince Al that Eddie was his, Al wasn't the brightest spark, an it was safer for Wayne too, who'd really only slept with her once, one night of drinking, laughing, joking, and her admitting that she'd wished she'd met him first, foolish, drunk one night stand born of wishes for a different life and enough alcohol to forget the one they'd actually been living, and nine months later out popped Eddie.

Al didn't even question it, his nerd of a brother? Nah, he didn't have it in him to get with HIS woman.

Maybe his swimmers weren't as lame as he thought they were. Maybe the drugs he'd been taking for years hadn't left him shooting blanks like he'd feared they had.

He had a kid! Definitely his, even though he stayed skinny like his uncle, found interests in nerd stuff like his uncle, in storytelling and theatrics.

Definitely Al Munson's son right there.

But actually, Eddie was Wayne's biological son.

It was obvious, too, as he grew up. Always the soft hearted one, the gentleman, the storyteller, the theatric little nerd. He grew tall and sturdy like Wayne, rather than broad and rotund like Al, he got his mother's hair and her eyes too but everything else?

It's all Wayne.

This is my hc now OK bye.

#Eddie Munson #wayne munson #Wayne being his actual biological father #while Eddie just thinks hes his uncle #wayne knows cause ofc he does #Al's been shooting blanks for years #its not hard to connect the dots #hes just glad Al is a dumb fuck.

[baohanhanesel]

Valeria Garza x Reader Vargas

You, Alejandro's sister, are in a party, hoping to stay out of your brother's sight. Because gods above know if you get caught in a party, you won't hear the last of it.

You usually don't prefer involving in such social events, you are more of a loner than a social butterfly. You are a nervous wreck inside that reserved exterior. Your brother has always been the party guy.

Alejandro was more social, easier to get along with despite his temper. You were more of the silent sibling. An introvert who just wanted to try something new!!

When you first set foot in the loud club, you were a bit hesitant. The sight of confident people who had a few drinks in already made you nauseous. Maybe this wasn't the brightest idea you had... But you were positive you needed to socialize a little. And what better way to do it other than attending a party? You squeezed yourself through the doors and finally landed yourself by the barstools. You sat down, and started to look around. So this was what Alejandro has been so enthusiastic about. Honestly, you did see the appeal. Pretty people despite the loud itchy music, you could see yourself coming here again.

In thirty minutes, you finally managed to buy yourself a cocktail. It wasn't anything fancy, it was a virgin cocktail. Helping yourself to alcohol in a new environment wouldn't be very wise of you, so you just took generous sips of your sweet drink. Watching the confident dancing figures in the middle of the dance floor, you were jealous of that amount of confidence and skill. Your eyes wandered on various figures, trying to take in the environment and get used to the feeling.

"Can I sit with you, pretty thing?"

You downright jumped in your seat, eyes meeting the source of the velvety voice who just spoke. You blinked once, twice. You didn't expect anyone else to approach you.

"Oh, uhm. Of course. Not waiting on anyone." You smiled awkwardly, was it necessary that you mentioned you weren't waiting for anyone? Well... It was late to change that now.

"Drinking by yourself? Would you mind if I join?"

The woman was boosting with confidence, and you liked that. You nodded, offering her your most genuine smile despite the embarrassment crawling on your face. Bright red cheeks making their appearance.

"No, not at all. I'd be delighted."

The woman orders herself a glass of tequila after settling down next to you, eyeing you up and down and sizing you up. Suddenly you feel more like a prey than anything. Was it smart to just accept an invitation from a stranger for a drink? It was too late for that as well!!

"Names Valeria." The woman smiles, leaning down on the bar counter and taking a sip from her drink.

You can't help but find the sight very alluring. Valeria is beautiful.

"Oh," you chuckle, and then introduce yourself as well. You tell your name, not sharing your surname for the balance.

"Like your dress, chiquita. You sure you aren't here with anyone?"

"Thank you." You take a breath. This woman doesn't have any friendly intentions, you can notice. You should probably cut this interaction short. You are not even a lesbian. "I just wanted to enjoy the environment." You add after, taking bigger sips from your sweet drink and seeing the end of it.

"Let me help with it? That's a virgin cocktail, yeah?"

"yeah." You blink. What is happening.

Valeria turns to the bartender and orders you a drink. The drink you got in thirty minutes comes in front of her within a minute or two. Seems you wouldn't be going home very soon.

Laughter erupts from your seat, you can't help but engage in more conversations with Valeria. Valeria is a smart woman, and she is so charming with her words as well. She knows exactly what to tell you.

"You are such a darling," You keep on laughing, in your fourth drink. "But that's really enough for me. Thank you for your company, Valeria."

Valeria is all about smiles, she's been getting closer to you during the night. Each drink, she would come closer to you and offer her arm around your back.

"Thank you too, I would be bored out of my head without you," Seems Valeria was having a good time too. "Even so, I really want to have a repeat to this. Can I get your number?"

You stop. Everything freezes. Shit. You shouldn't have stayed this long, how are you supposed to get out of this situation? This beautiful woman is just so smart, thoughtful, and charming. How can you let her down. You are not even a lesbian. You shouldn't have let yourself engage with Valeria. Now you have to let her down. But how could you?

All you can do is nod.

Valeria gets her phone out, and then slides it on the table in front of you.

You look down at the digits and dial your number in her phone.

"Would it be okay if I called you same time next week?" Valeria's confident words carry you out of your damn mind. You should probably give her the wrong number. But no, that's so rude. Does it even matter if you are rude to a stranger, you can't decide that either. You are too nervous to make a quick decision. It is best you get out of here quickly without further steps into... whatever this is.

You eventually add yourself into Valeria's contacts with your name and surname. She did say she was a busy woman during your second drink, so she surely knows more people with your name. You don't want to confuse her.... Why don't you want her to confuse you with someone else, you'll think about it later.

"Sounds lovely." You say instead, making Valeria smirk wider. Gods, you wish you were at least drunk because there is no justifying your thoughts about Valeria.

When Valeria glances down at her phone, she sees your name.

"Vargas." Valeria stops, then starts to laugh. That laugh doesn't sound like the previous sweeter ones. This one is more of a joyful, amused, and maybe even mocking laugh. "See you next week." She says instead.

While you walk home, all you can think about is her. Valeria is such a beautiful and charming woman. Her confident and naturally leading personality makes you want to kick a wall. You exhale, hoping to hear from Valeria... Why? It brings you only more anxiety to think about what should come after. You should probably let her down in your next meeting... That if you will ever have one.

Well, you can definitely think about the attractive woman later... For now you should sneak into your house without letting your military trained brother notice. You don't give even the slight chance that Alejandro won't notice, but you'll try your chances.

"Where were you." Comes the loud voice of Alejandro, while you sit in your phyjamas on the kitchen counter. At least he fed you before starting the questioning.

"In a party."

To your answer, Alejandro grins. After a moment of silence, he notices you were not joking.

"Wait, seriously?"

You nod in response, stuffing your mouth with the leftover dinner.

Alejandro takes a moment longer to register what you just said, then his annoying smirk gets wider. Teasing, even. You know what is coming next. You hope he doesn't voice it out loud.

"Met anyone? At least text me if you want to spend the night in a hotel."

You roll your eyes, but then your mind wanders somewhere else despite the empty teasing of your brother. You... And Valeria could have ended up in a hotel. You quickly scratch that idea, cheeks flushing red with humiliation. You really wish you were drunk, at least you'd have a reason to think such obscene things then.

"Yes actually."

"You keep surprising me," Alejandro calls your name, nudging you to spill. "What's the name."

You have nothing to hide. And besides, if you give the woman's name he will stop teasing you and understand you just made a female friend. No male danger in sight. So you shrug.

"Valeria."

You did expect your brother's smile to fade, but you didn't expect it to fade this fast.

"Excuse me?!" Comes the loud voice of the guy in front of you, his eyes spoke louder somehow... He was pissed.

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #valeria x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #valeria garza #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #alejandro mw2 #brother Alejandro #reader has a gay awakening

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

How would IMP, The Goetia's and whichever Hazbin characters you want react to their SO being a clumsy, dense, idiot who messes up in nearly everything except expressing their love for them

With a clumsy, dense, idiotic S/O that loves them oh so much.

Blitzø

Blitzø doesn't really care how clumsy or dense you were, I mean the idiot was an idiot himself, so he didn't really care if you were as well.

And sure, he had to be very specific with you and couldn't keep breakable objects near any edges and sure you weren't the brightest. But neither was he.

And he was awesome.

But Blitzø didn't care about any of that.

He loved you for you.

And sure it was frustrating when you accidentally broke something, or when he was forced to explain to you something a dozen times before you got it. But you always tried your best and that's all he could ask.

Plus, when he got mad at you, you got all sad and you being sad is like, the sadest thing he'd ever seen.

But no matter how frustrating you could be, you absolutely made up for it with just an overwhelming amount of love.

You wwre constantly telling him how much you love him. Leaving him love letters, drawings, and just giving general physical affection.

Kisses were your favourite.

Surprise kisses? Even. better!

Youd pop out of nowhere, giving him a smooch randomly throughout the day.

He loved this of course, the Imp a total sucker for your goofy, spontaneous romance. Always eating it up like the tastiest thing in Hell.

Millie

Millie just loved you.

You may have been a ditz, and not the sharpest blade up her sleeve, but you were her favourite person in Hell.

She just loved your clumsy, lovable and admittedly dim intellect.

Now, it could be difficult to deal with you, not being the brightest bulb and all that, but she also wasn't above admitting she did like being the smarter one in the relationship.

Not that that would have changed her wearing the metaphorical pants in the relationship.

She absolutely loved your affection, you being a hopeless romantic. She absolutely loved your affection.

The woman herself was a loving momma bear and just ate up your affection, the two of you just hopelessly in love.

Funnily enough, her family had a mixed opinion of you. On one hand they saw you as a ditzy, air headed and rather clumsy. A dangerous combination on Wrath.

But they also saw you as an honest, hard working and straightforward person that didn't shy away from hard work, aaand you could take a joke, a respectable combination on for the in-laws, Millie parents eventually warming up to you.

This only making Millie love you even more.

Moxxie

If you were anyone else, Moxxie likely would have despised you.

Your laid back, careless nature. Your ditzy, airheaded behaviour, the way you think everyone is a potential friend and your seemingly supernatural ability to knck things over.

It was infuriating.

But with you being his S/O, it was different.

All those thing that would normally make him want to tear his hair out, he just found them endearing.

Your ditzy bumbling behaviour was cute and lovable the the thespian. You were like a big puppy.

Your clumsiness was something he always attributed to bad eye sight, and your being dense, well... he didn't need sarcasm anyway.

And sure, you weren't good at much, but you loved him. And you made sure he knew.

If he ever needed anything, you were on it in a second, suddenly the sharpest and most competent Imp he'd ever seen until you finished what he'd asked for.

You loved affection. You'd often hold him close, petting, nuzzling, kissing. You loved any type of affection. You being excellent when he got stressed out, holding him close, doing your best to calm him down.

You were his favourite Imp in hell and funilly enough, if you were anyone else, he'd hate you. The man having a little chuckle over that from time to time.

Loona

Loona wasn't a picky person.

She was emotional, hormonal, moody, and often time violent.

And yeah, she hated most the shmucks in this literal Hellscape, seeing them as a fucking bother.

But... as much as she hated to admit it. She had the biggest soft spot for you.

Sure you were a ditz and couldn't not knock something over to save your life, but... all things considered, you were probably one of her favourite people in the world.

You were blunt as spoon and sure, you often said the wrong thing at the wrong time, but you were honest about everything.

She wasn't even sure you could lie, you were just too damned dense to make things up.

And yeah, that could be an issue, like the time Blitzø had asked where you'd been all day, and you without missing a beat just Blurted out that you'd snuck away to make out.

And sure, that was fucking annoying.

But when you saw you'd upset her, you did your absolute best to make it up to her. Going out and getting that chocolate cake you knew she loved. You bluntly apologising for being so stupid.

That being when she stepped in, making you stop. Telling you you aren't stupid, your just dull, and she couldn't blame you for that.

Youd end up, curled up together on the room, eating the cake together, curled up in a surprisingly romantic little moment together.

Stolas

Oh, Stolas just loved you!

Your simple, ditzy nature was just so endearing for the man. He just loved how straightforward you were.

Granted, much of that came from being as dull as a busted light bulb, but he loved that none the less.

Granted, some of his more witty remarks went well over your head, but that was a small price to pay for the refreshment that was your company.

It didn't matter what it was, if he asked a question, he got an honest, straightforward response. Always.

Now sure, most would likely take offence to many of your answers. "does this make me look fat?" Or "do you like my hair cut?" Being a question you'd answer brutally honest.

But to the prince, whom has lived his entire life surrounded by people that would either kiss his ass, or do everything in their power to destroy him.

But you, you were honest because, well, that was who you were. You told him the truth, good or bad, and he loved you for it.

And in the bedroom, well~

Brutal honesty could be extremely arousing. You telling him exactly if you thought he was attractive, usually in brutal detail.

And well, you always told him how you felt, if ever the relationship was in turmoil, you'd tell him exactly the problem.

And the affection!

Oh how he loved your affection.

From the hugs and kisses, the the Lewder things you'd do in private, like taking the man when you felt like it, Stolas making it clear he was DTF 24/7. And well, you weren't dense enough to not know what that was~

You were what he needed. Brutally honest, a little air headed and absolutely gushing with affection. You were the light of his life and no matter how frustrating you could be at times, he loved you more then life itself.

Stella

Stella was something of a perfectionist.

And normally she'd expect as much from her partner.

But you... you were a clumsy, dim witted, moronic and dense as lead.

But by Lucifer, she loved you.

She was so used to everything being perfect, dealing with people who she could never tell what they were thinking. Her fellow Bluebloods always conniving, always with an alternative motive.

But with you... she always knew what you were thinking. Always knew what you wanted or how you felt.

And sure, you had no spacial awareness and wouldn't recognise sarcasm if it smacked you in the face.

But again, that's what she loved.

And you loved her.

And you made sure she knew it.

Mostly because you were constantly telling her. That always making her swell with emotion.

The woman so happy to have you in her life.

You were her safety blanket. Something she could always count on, you absolutely showered her in affection.

You gave affection like Nobles gave insults, you were completely unashamed to tell her you loved her more then anything in the world, anywhere, any time.

Your favourite was coming up to her, calmly asking her lean down.

And when she did, youd give her a big smooch, before walking off, happily going about your buisness.

And yes, you could be frustrating at times, but so could everything else in her life, the woman was just glad she had something to give her some happiness in her Hellish Royal existence.

Here, to tide you over until season 2 is finally out.

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[gingergofastboatsmojito]

The Sydcarmy dynamic

I just had this chat with OOMF and whilst I've been posting about Carmy because it's easier for me to get into his headspace, I never really went over their dynamic before here. I definitely have in my fics and while watching and re-watching the show for the past 3 months. Because that's how long it's been since I discovered The Bear, 3 months only, I started watching it on New Year's Eve while I was getting dressed to go to this party and by January 1st I had finished S2. That's what this show did to my head.

So, let's get into it!

From my perspective, the Sydcarmy choreography is the following:

The real Carmy is this aloof guy who only REALLY listens to Syd when she's distressed. And only then he gets his shit together for her.

He pushes all her buttons first (when he's the distressed one, he shuts down, he changes the rules).

And only then he behaves for a while, to get on her good side again. But then the real Carmy strikes again. And it’s an endless cycle of push and pull.

However, Syd secretly enjoys this because she sees this as:

"Awww he’s willing to change for me, for us ❤️".

“He’s shitty but he’s also trying and imma help him! Awww”.

And she’s right. He is trying and he can certainly be shitty.

And he is changing because of her, because of them. That's his arc.

And he pays her back by being the only person other than her father with whom she can be her vulnerable self.

She doesn’t allow herself to be truly vulnerable with anyone else.

She can let go of her G Woman mask in front of him knowing that he will never use that against her. Ever. That’s why they help each other.

They support each other in this journey of him being less shitty and she being more vulnerable. That is what makes them stronger. They are stronger together and that is why things fall apart when they are not together and that is why they will keep coming back to each other no matter how far apart they drift at different points of this journey. They will always gravitate towards one another because they "existentially" need and choose each other to grow. They basically push each other in the right direction. That is why they acknowledged that they make each other better. They are finally getting themselves to admit it! YAY! That's progress.

Their relationship is not based on love, respect, or even friendship but on trust. The rest comes later for them, as a consequence of the latter.

That’s why they are loyal to each other and when Claire was around Syd felt betrayed.

It wasn't jealousy. Not all of it, it was more than that.

It was loyalty, territorial loyalty.

She doesn’t wanna share because that threatens his loyalty, not necessarily because she’s jealous of Claire. She also feels jealousy, yes, but not consciously, anyway... because she is nowhere ready to admit yet that she has feelings for Carmy in a way a business partner shouldn't. She's not there yet. And he has recently gotten to that point, after the panic attack. So, basically, they are not there yet. I go over that here.

What Syd didn't know and it's a game changer, btw, was that Carmy was never “loyal” to Claire. He was just with Claire as a sublimation. Let me explain:

He was projecting. All the things he didn't allow himself to feel or do with Syd, he was projecting onto Claire.

That’s why at first he was reticent but when he realized he could do this with Claire, he was game! And finally, let Claire in. She had to fight her way in, he wasn't necessarily inviting at first. We all know how that turned out though... Not his brightest moment.

Now Carmy is ahead of the curve, compared to Sydney. He already had his realization/Eureka! moments during and post-panic attack and the walk-in moment, both catalytic.

Syd on the other hand, has a longer way to go in terms of self-awareness. That's why on the surface she seems to be keeping things more together. She is, for now. But she will have her walk-in moment too or some kind of trigger that will force her to deal with what she's been burying under a pile of excuses and rationalizations that serve her status-quo purposes, as mere defense mechanisms. Because the change will not come willingly, it will be forced and it probably won't be pretty.

They have that in common and it's also part of their dynamic → Taking things to a breaking point before moving forward, before LETTING IT RIP.

#sydcarmy #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #syd x carmen #carmy berzatto #carmy x sydney #sydney adamu #GINGERPOVS

[cosmichoneibeee]

Hey, since requests are open, may I ask for hcs or something for Viper x female reader working together in the lab? Kind of strangers to a mutual secret crush? Thank you~ <3

Being Viper's laboratory colleague and secret crush

Words count: +/- 4.8k

A/N: Hi anon, maybe I got a little carried away on this topic. I love Viper so much and everything that involves her, I always end up losing a little bit of the notion of how much has already been done when I write to her. Also, ladies, take your eyes off her, she's my wife

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It wasn't meant to be like this, it wasn’t meant to happen

Viper doesn't usually hire new scientists to work with her, but she made an exception after seeing your resume

For you, just having the opportunity to work for Sabine Callas is like winning the jackpot

And for her, it's great to see at least one person as interested in what she does as you are - unlike other people she has to deal with on a daily basis, as she says

She started to really realize you existed when she realized how much you looked like herself when she was younger: eager and euphoric to make the world different

But that doesn't mean she'll go easy on you.

From day 1 you knew how strict she was with the work you were supposed to do, perfect wouldn't be near enough

You'd expect her to be short and to the point, but she seemed to nag you a little too much.

Expects you to work overtime virtually every day

You didn't like her from the beginning, despite her being an extremely beautiful and intelligent woman

It's not hard to imagine that you almost regretted applying for this job after all the demands and care you had to take just to make a report and then having to hear how bad it was from Sabine herself every single time

She really made your life hell

Until the day where just you and her stayed late

After being told to redo all the work you have made for almost a month, you broke down and exploded, asking why she was so mean

She watched you in silence as you babbled angrily, with that look of superiority, of always being ready to end your life in a few words

But she didn't do that, she just sighed

"I just don't want you to become like me." "And your work was…reasonable."

Were the only things she said that night, aside from her usual commands

After that day, you noticed that she had become less strict with you and that was an incredible relief, knowing that your job wasn't so bad after all

She liked the change, you were much more productive that way and you smiled more

God only knows how much she enjoyed seeing a less stressed, always on the edge, side of yours

And suddenly, she found herself counting the minutes for you to get to the lab, to walk in radiant, like the first brightest ray of morning sunlight, to ask how a reaction worked or to ask for help with something, that she “unfortunately” had to be almost glued to you to show how it was done

You've been her protégé, since your first day, you just didn't realize it yet

Of course, she would like to see you a better version than the day before, but she always overlooked the little mistakes you made in your reports and she will continue to.

And no one will dare say anything about you, ever, because Sabine has ears everywhere and she doesn't mind having a live subject to try her toxins

She may have fallen in love first, but you'll fall in love harder

Prince Sabine

Such a gentleman and elegant

Already keep in mind that she will never say outright that she likes you, but she will let her actions speak for you to realize someday

Blanket over your shoulders when you stay late to research and end up sleeping in your own notes

And if she finds out that you drink coffee, every morning your favorite cup will already be full

Sabine has a lot of money, it is natural for her to drink good quality (and very expensive) coffee, you will start drinking too because you deserve it.

She gets extra gentle after disappearing for a few days to do her “personal project” stuff

She likes to watch you, almost admiring from afar, but you'll never catch her looking, she hides it very well

You on the other hand is always caught staring at her, it’s like she has a sixth sense and always knows when you’re looking

She gets sooo confident after these moments

You'll just see a discreet smirk and her going back to work as if nothing had happened, but inside? She is holding back from shaking her hands in euphoria and blushing like a teen.

The only time you can pick up tidbits of information about her personal life is during your overtime, when only the two of you are working.

She won’t say much, but hey, any information is information

And she gets more...touchy in those moments when you two are alone - as touchy as Viper can be

She snakes a hand up your back, soft and slow, looking for any reaction of disgust or fear from you.

She notices the way you look at her when you two are working, she's not stupid

But she can't believe that life would be so kind as to give her someone as perfect as you.

Not after all she have done

She makes baby steps in your “relationship”

Part of her hopes you'll get tired of waiting and go find someone else

Part of her expects you to stick with her and keep coming after her, because she will come after you...someday.

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@ Do not copy any of my works, translate and/or post it on others websites.

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant headcanons #valorant fanfic #viper #valorant viper #viper x reader #valorant viper x reader #viper x you #sabine callas #sabine callas x reader

[v4mpgutz]

⊹₊ ⋆ CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: @ladyinbl00d

₊˚꒰🎀꒱‧ BABYDOLL DRESSES : dallas winston, 'enchanted' by taylor swift, meeting for the first time.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

❝ all i can say is i was enchanted to meet you. ❞

warnings — movie dallas (matt dillon), mention of armed robbery, smoking, fluff, love at first sight vibes, dallas being dallas

dallas winston had never set foot inside a bookstore — that is unless you count the one time in new york before he was arrested. at that time though, he was brought along by these guys he would hang around in the subway. he watched as they pulled a gun on the old lady running the shop, the woman cowering as she handed them the money.

dallas thought about that often, he wasn't sure why they decided it had to be a bookstore of all places — did they even make money worth taking?

he hadn't exactly planned to go into that kind of store ever again, he wasn't the kind of guy that enjoyed literature of any kind and he couldn't be caught in a place like that; it would ruin his reputation. on one particular day though, he found himself being dragged to 'the book garden' — ponyboy's favourite store.

unfortunately for dallas, today he was tasked with accompanying johnny and pony as everyone else was busy. it's not that he didn't like them, because he did, he'd just rather spend his saturday doing anything else.

the three of them walked into the store where you just so happened to be working today. you glanced up at the ring of the bell when the door opened, seeing the trio of greasers. you gave a small smile to ponyboy, recognising him as he was a frequent customer. johnny you knew from school when he came and dallas — well, everyone knew dallas — but you didn't know him.

you kept yourself busy where you were, stocking the shelf with new additions. there were lots of interesting copies in there of old fairytales, you picked up a stack of seven rather thick books and walked slowly towards the fantasy section.

you could barely see over the stack but you knew your way around the store well so you felt confident enough to walk through blind. you did feel confident walking through blind, at least, that was until somebody bumped into you and made you and your stack of books fall to the floor.

you frowned, wincing as your knees came into contact with the hard wood.

you started gathering your books hurriedly, hearing a huff from above you. "you should watch where you're goin', huh? people are tryin' to walk here."

you swallowed hard and got up, balancing the pile of books in your arms once again and coming face-to-face with dallas winston.

"i'm— i'm sorry..." you sputtered out in apology, feeling embarrassment creep its way into your gut. you really should've known something like this had to happen at some point — you just didn't expect it to be dallas in particular.

the roughed up teen chewed the inside of his cheek, his eyes noticeably looking you up and down as if examing you before he looked away for a moment. he licked his teeth in a smile as he turned back to you.

"so— so what are you? uh, a— a librarian?" he asked with a little chuckle. "kinda cute."

you blinked slowly, his words catching up with you. "no... librarians work in libraries," you told him as you chewed your lip, "hence the name."

dallas tilted his head to the side and back into place in a shrug, letting out a low hum in acknowledgement. he wasn't the brightest, okay? how was he supposed to know that?

"you work here then?" he asked, despite it being obvious due to your attire and the fact you were cleary putting new stock away.

"mhm, yeah," you told him as you slid the books you were holding into their correct places on the shelf. "been working here for two years or so."

dallas nodded and sucked his cheeks in, rolling his eyes as ponyboy called him over to the exit.

"well," dallas leant down slightly as he got closer to your face, "i s'pose you might be seein' be around here more often," he claimed with a wonky grin.

"what?" you questioned with a furrowed brow, "you like reading?"

"no," dallas shook his head, "i seem to be growing quite fond of you though, darlin'."

you were flattered despite the fact that this was your first proper meeting — you understand why so many girls from your school would talk about him now. you were definitely falling for his charm, that's for sure.

"o— okay... bye," you told him quickly before hurrying back over to the staff room and closing the door. you leant against the wall and cupped your face in your hands, letting out a little screech of embarrassment and gently smacking yourself.

dallas winston had never set foot in a bookstore — and now he would make sure he did at least weekly.

RIVER'S BLURB: DAVI listen. i know this is kinda short i am sorry 😓 but i hope you like it and sorry it literally took me a gazillion years ok byebye

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[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 3

PART 1 , PART 2

A/N :

I am speeding because I will have to leave for a few days after this. But inspiration is flowing without a doubt... i need help-- its too early for the romance to ensue, but i headcanon that jingyuan is hella flirty when he wants to be, especially if its someone he knows. so have some fluff before the upcoming dread-- comments to improve are really appreciated ! requests are opened too ! we're gonna get through the xianzhou plot one by one, so bare with me !

"Haha ! That couldn't possibly be true !" a white haired woman laughed as she shared drinks with another.

"I'm serious !" (Y/n) heard her own voice say.

Who...is this woman...? This...beautiful and slender woman, who had strength of a thousand soldiers. Who had lovely moon-gazed hair. And bright red eyes that felt as if they could pierce the heart with a mere glance.

But those eyes were warm and inviting, as the figure sat before her, a small cup filled with clear liquid between her dainty fingers. Her eyes shone brightly, in contrast to the moon that shone soothingly above their heads.

"Jingliu, I'm serious ! Stop laughing !" she heard her past self, (Dan Jia, was it ?) say.

She saw her own fist slam against the table, rocking more laughter from the woman in front of her. The Vidyadhara woman looking frustrated.

"Baiheng ! Help me out here !" She said, looking to her right where there was a purple Foxian lady sitting, leaning against the table with a cup in her hands too.

"Jingliu...it's not nice to torture this poor soul who couldn't even confess her feelings for a man we all know too well..." the Foxian, Baiheng said, tutting like a mother.

Then the two women howled in laughter, loving the redness that spread on (Y/n)'s face. She groaned in return, putting a hand to her blazing cheek.

"That...you're not helping at all." she sighed, feeling her cheeks get red and hot. Then they heard footsteps from afar, and all of them turned to look.

"Having fun I see ? And without invitation ?" A white haired man with warm golden eyes said, nearing the three women. Jing Yuan, she recognized.

And he wasn't alone, as there were another two men by his side.

One side, was a beautiful man with the brightest teal eyes anyone would see, and matching horns perched on his head. Dan Feng, as she recalled from her past memories. And another...was...the master swordsmith.

A man with vibrant red eyes and long straight white hair held up with a hair stick. He looked ever beautiful, with that gracious smile on his lips as he quietly approached the drinking women.

"Psst ! Dan Jia ! Cover your cheeks !" Jingliu whispered and earned a slap on her back by past (Y/n).

"Is something the matter ? You are awfully red, Dan Jia..." the elegant man said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear, noticing a glass hairpin that held up her hair.

"Oh ! You're wearing the glass hairpin I made for you. It looks great on you."

(Y/n) felt herself stiffen, and her face heated up even more. Then she heard a man cough into his hand. "Yingxing, keep your hands to yourself, please." Dan Feng said, looking quite unpleased with the way...Yingxing was touching past (Y/n).

"Protective, huh ?" Baiheng said with a soft laugh. "Don't worry, your baby sister isn't going anywhere anytime soon, High-Elder~"

"The healer for the High-Cloud Quintet...no squad can fully function without a healer like her..." Jing Yuan said, plopping himself down between (Y/n) and Jingliu, taking a cup for himself.

Jingliu protested, shouting at him and the rest of them laughed.

"If only we were still together at present day..." a haunting voice said, before everything went dark.

"(Y/n)...? (Y/n), we're here..." a soft and deep voice called out, shaking her shoulder.

(Y/n) opened her (e/c) eyes as she sat up straight. It seemed that she had fallen asleep on Jing Yuan's shoulder in the starskiff on the way to the alchemy commission. Ah, how embarrassing !

"You slept for centuries, yet here you are, still napping away." Jing Yuan chuckled as he looked at (Y/n) who rubbed her eyes with red cheeks. "I understand. It must've been hard for you to suddenly be up and moving."

As (Y/n) got out of the ship, holding onto Jing Yuan's hand, she looked at the bustling area before her. "This...isn't the alchemy commission, isn't it...?" she asked.

It was way too lively with people and looked like a place for socials. There were even buildings and apartments looming in the area, stalls and shops as far as the eye can see. But as far as she remembered, even all those centuries ago, the alchemy commission had a large crucible.

"No no, this isn't the alchemy commission. I changed destinations. This is the Central Starskiff Haven." Jing Yuan told her, holding her hand as they walked.

"When you were asleep I received a call from the Helm Master, Madam Yukong. I need to head to the Seat of Divine Foresight. I'll also need to see the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan." Jing Yuan said, shaking his head. He put his hand to his head, chuckling softly.

His shaggy bangs moved as he shook his head, something she found very...cute for some reason. She just...wanted to touch his hair a little. Would it be a crime...? To do so...?

(Y/n)...couldn't help it. She was just so entranced by this man. She couldn't help it, he was so...beautiful for a man. Even in her dreams, he was still the same man.

He was indeed tall, perhaps towering over 180cm. And she thought she was already tall with the heels beneath her feet.

But she got closer to him and he noticed, stopping in his tracks. She reached out her hand, and tucked a strand of white hair behind his ear. And as she did, she took the opportunity to brush away his silver locks away from his eyes, gazing into those beautiful honey colored eyes, gasping softly at the beautiful sight before her.

And the surprising part was when he leaned into her touch, a small smirk on his lips. He seemed to enjoy the attention she was giving him. A light sound rumbled in his throat, as he gazed at her with those alluring eyes of his.

Was that purring...?!

"So, how is my hair, princess~? Soft ?" he purred delightedly, bringing a hand to touch the hand that held his face tenderly.

(Y/n) snapped out of it and pulled her hand back, her face beaming into a bright red. Then only she realized the eyes peering around them, all of them, men and women alike, blushing as they watched the affectionate interaction between the general of the Luofu and a Vidyadhara woman in public.

"It's...it's very soft. Like a kitten's fur..." (Y/n) muttered softly before Jing Yuan laughed heartily, taking her hand once more, turning as they continued to walk down the alley.

"Would you like to follow me to the Seat of Divine Foresight ? You could try jog your memory there with all the documents. You could also read anything you'd like in there." Jing Yuan said, bringing the smaller woman with him.

(Y/n) nodded, sounding quite pleased with the idea of reading articles to try remember who she once was. Since she hadn't died and still had access to some of her memories, perhaps that she could know and regain more there.

And perhaps...she could learn more about herself. The information she so desperately needed. Maybe she could trigger her memories ?

"Jing Yuan...who was I back then ?" (Y/n) asked, recalling that he called her the younger sister of the High Elder of the Vidyadhara. She didn't want to overexcite herself, but was she someone important ?

"In fact, you were quite important back in the day. Before your sentence, you were the Head Healer of the alchemy commission. You were...the main healer of the knights who were constantly at war, fighting the mara-struck abominations." Jing Yuan said as they walked towards the jetty that would lead them to the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"Unlike the High Elder who was actively on the battlefields, you stayed back to heal the wounded. You were...more of the support type, never one to fight unless the other party was down on the ground needing your help. But that doesn't mean you couldn't hit someone if you really wanted to." he chuckled and she chuckled lightly at that too.

She was slowly regaining her former memories. Everything that Jing Yuan told her, felt right and in place. So she knew he wasn't lying. Well, there wasn't anything he wanted to lie about anyway. It seemed that...while her body didn't die, her mind did, granting her...another person with the same body and memories.

"What was I...sentenced for...?" (Y/n) asked softly as she saw Jing Yuan tense up slightly. Then he looked at her with a smile.

"There's no need for you to worry about that, princess. That was the sins past you had to suffer. No need to dwell on it now."

As much as he wanted her to remember, as much as he wanted her to recall those lost memories, he couldn't. He couldn't let her bear the weight of what her past self did. Not when she was reborn anew.

And he would do all he could to protect the only person he had from all those times back. Protect her to ensure she wouldn't leave. So she wouldn't leave him like all the others.

The two didn't say anything anymore. It seemed that her question really caught him off guard since he was deep in thought after answering her. And it seemed that it wasn't a good ending too from the way he squeezed her hand.

"Hey...I'm sorry." (Y/n) said, squeezing his hand a little as they arrived at the port, waiting for a starskiff to escort them. She looked really guilty, feeling as if she had ruined the whole mood.

But Jing Yuan looked at her with a warm smile on his lips. He raised his free hand to ruffle her lovely (h/c) hair with a laugh rumbling down his throat. "No need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. It's by nature to want to know, right ?"

"So why are we heading to the Seat of Divine Foresight ? Something about the Helm Master." (Y/n) asked as a starskiff arrived, the guard on post bowing to Jing Yuan and stared at the beautiful woman he brought with her.

"We have some...unexpected guests on the Luofu. And a Stellaron hunter on the loose." Jing Yuan said, before looking at (Y/n), a serious gaze in his eyes.

"He goes by the name....Blade."

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade #hsr x you #hsr blade x you #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x you #hsr jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #blade x reader #blade x you

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hii! for the drabble event, could you please do a reader x scaramouche (genshin) one for me please 🙏 romantic one! thank you so much if you do it!💕💕

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A/N: first drabble (that turned into a fic skskdk), from this event! I hope you enjoy this! I love Scara so so much I'm dying dkfkfkg

This was highly inspired by that event where Nahida forces Scaramouche to study in the Akademiya and that she'll personally revise his thesis!

Words: 1.5k

Rumor has it that the new Vahumana scholar was dating someone. 

Everyone at the Six Darshans knew about the new student: Hat Guy—ah, no, Scaramouche.

Men and women were crazy about his handsome face and his terrifying intelligence. Scaramouche could write up to three essays of many several pages in a single day on extremely complex topics that even Vahumana's seniors were not able to fully understand.

He was a reserved person and limited himself to speaking only when necessary. He was constantly seen in the library with his nose buried in a book. He wasn't sociable, and his humor wasn't the brightest, so when rumors of Scaramouche having found a mate began to roam the halls of Vahumana, everyone was curious as to who had stolen such a complex person’s heart. 

Were they a student from the Akademiya too? Were they in the same classes as him? Was it a man or a woman? 

They all wanted to know the truth behind all these rumors, but there was no way in all Teyvat that any of them would dare ask Scaramouche directly. So the rumor that Scaramouche was seeing someone would remain a mystery to everyone. 

But of course, there was someone who knew all about it. 

"Ugh, would you stop staring at me? I'm trying to focus here, you're being annoying."

You giggled, looking back at your own book. Scaramouche's mysterious partner was no other but you. One more student of Vahumana who was lucky enough to catch the attention of someone like Hat Guy. It would be a lie if you said that you had not fallen for him long before your classmates relationship turned into a romantic one, but to think Scaramouche would also feel attracted to you… well, that was something you were not expecting. 

"You're doing it again!"

You laughed, "I'm sorry," you said, smiling brightly. "You're just so pretty, I can't help but stare." 

Scaramouche made a face that had you laughing again.

"You're so weird, why am I even dating you?" 

"Because I have a great personality and I love you nicely?" 

Scaramouche huffed, but by the pink hue appearing over his ears it was more than evident that you were right. 

"Let me finish my thesis," he mumbled shyly.

Your boyfriend was not hard to love, he was actually quite easy to read for you. You could know what he wanted and needed at any time because, even though he had a big brain for school work, he was terrible at expressing his own feelings, good thing he had you. 

"I think we should take a break."

"Not now."

"You are tired though," you said, closing your book. "And perhaps a little hungry, and maybe also thirsty?" You watched with great pleasure as Scaramouche's pencil halted for a second before he continued to scribble here and there, you smirked. "Maybe also… in need of cuddles?"

"I have to finish this thesis soon," he growled, completely avoiding your eyes and clearing his throat. "You can go and eat and drink and… whatever you want to do, by yourself.”

You chuckled. His painfully shy personality towards you always warmed your heart. He truly was not hard to love, on the contrary, you knew, even though he was still reluctant to tell you about his past, that he needed love. So desperately so, if you dared to say. And you thanked the Dendro Archon in every chance you had for his existence.

But he didn’t need to know that, you thought, his face would probably explode if you dared to tell him about your little prayers. 

You giggled, leaning in closer to him, arms touching. “I’d be very bored if you’re not there with me, though,” you said, blushing yourself when his ears turned red. “I also think that you should rest. We’ve been working nonstop since morning, isn’t it dark outside already?”

Scaramouche turned his head to look outside the window. It was indeed dark already. 

“... I have to finish,” he insisted and you rolled your eyes fondly.

“You can finish,” you said, hugging his arm and expecting him to push you away but he didn’t. “I will help you as much as I can and as much as you allow me, but we need to take a break, otherwise you’re going to tire yourself and you will not be able to work, hmm?”

Scaramouche wasn’t writing anymore, he was listening to you carefully, his fair cheeks glowing beautifully red, you resisted the urge to kiss them. 

“Or should I make you take a rest?”

He perked a little at that and he finally turned to look at you. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, trying to appear intimidating to you, but all you wanted to do was kiss him. 

“What- What do you mean?” He said, cautious and just slightly nervous. 

“I don’t know, I have my methods,” you said, shrugging. “Unless you decide to take a rest, that is.”

Scaramouche looked at you intently, his eyes jumping from left to right, staring at your own orbs. His lips were slightly pursed in thought and his eyebrows almost touched in the middle from how hard he was frowning. You smiled brightly at him, making him jump slightly and turn his head back to his thesis. 

“I can’t. Let me work.”

You were not expecting him to agree and you could only giggle, leaning your head against his shoulder. It had to be the hard way, huh? Well, that was what he asked for. 

Silence reigned in the room once more. The sound of Scaramouche's book pages and his pencil writing rapidly seemed to echo against the walls of your room. It was a soft, relaxing sound, you felt like you could fall asleep at any moment, but no. None of you could sleep for now. Scaramouche seemed to be relaxed, his features had turned to his usual color and he seemed to lean in closer to you. 

This was the perfect chance. 

The jacket of his casual attire had fallen a bit off his shoulder because of you hugging his arm, so shifting a little, you placed a tender kiss to his bare skin. He shuddered slightly and made a little sound deep in his throat when you kissed his shoulder one more time and another and another. 

“Stop, I can’t focus if you’re- haah, w-wait, I- ahahahaha! Gehehet your hahahands ohohoff!”

Success! Between tender kisses that made his skin prickle with goosebumps, Scaramouche had failed to notice both your hands sneaking under his arm, fingers wiggling against his armpit, tickling him nicely. He had also failed to try to hold his laugh back, and now that sweet sound filled your ears making you smile brightly.

"Stahahap tihihihis instahahant!" 

"Sure thing! Tell me, are we going to eat first or just walk around for a bit?"

Scaramouche shook his head and he tried to talk, but his words got lost between his loud cackles. Ah, how could he be so ticklish, you wondered. He simply didn't look like the ticklish type, but there he was cackling with his head thrown back as he tried to squirm away from you. 

"You can't talk? Does it tickle too badly?" Scaramouche nodded. "I'm just tickling one armpit, though, should I get the other one?"

"NOAHAHAHA!"

"Ah! So you can talk, silly boyfriend of mine!" You said playfully, your fingers unstoppable. "Tell me, are we going to continue working like this?"

Even though he was nearly laughing his head off, Scaramouche stubbornly refused to let you win this, but that was okay, you were not one to give up either. 

Smirking against his shoulder, one of your hands pulled out from under his arm and quickly sneaked under the leg of his shorts, your fingers easily finding that tender spot that always drove him up the wall. 

"OKAHAHAY!" Scaramouche shrieked, his knees hitting against the desk when he brought them up. "Fine! FIHIHINE! Nohohot thehehere, PLEHEHEASE!" 

You giggled, your cheeks pink. "So are we going to-

"EHEHEHAHT! Wehehehe'll eat fihihirst!"

"Very well!"

As quickly and surprisingly your attack had started, it finished, causing Scaramouche to collapse against his chair, giggling softly and twitching a little. You grinned, leaning to kiss his flushed cheek.

"Hmm, what would you like to eat? I kind of want-" You couldn't finish, all words got sealed in your mouth when Scaramouche pressed his lips against yours, giving you a tender kiss that made you feel like you had reached Celestia. 

You cupped his cheeks and he shyly wrapped his arms around waist as he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you.

When you both pulled apart, breathless and flushed, your eyes met and a giggle made its way out from your lips, making him smile softly. 

"Maybe we should do the cuddling first."

"Hmph," he said, closing his eyes. "If that is what you want, I guess it's okay."

You chuckled. Ah, he was so easy to love and you were so lucky to be loved back by him. 

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #scaramouche x Reader #wanderer x Reader #ticklish!scaramouche #you & i event #mia's things #mia's fics #tickle fic

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tucking you in - himeko, kafka

summary; just some sweet platonic fluff with the aunts

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, family fic, idk what else to say like, it's cute fluffy and sweet, child! reader, kafka and himeko are referred to as aunts

[platonic] [5-6 yrs old! reader] [gender neutral reader]

a/n; not much to say about this one tbh. just enjoy some fluff. also kafka's scenario is based off my memories with my mom when i was stuck at family parties late at night with her.

"now, now. your exploring must come to an end, little star." she hummed. you feel yourself getting picked up by himeko, soon turning you to rest your head on her shoulder.

"i don't wanna sleep though. why can't i stay up a little longer?" you moved your head to press your cheek on her shoulder and face her a bit better. "you can't even tell it's like night time here! we live in space!" you pointed at the windows of the express, clearly seeing the glittering stars and void of space.

"mm, yes i know, but even the brightest stars need to rest." she pokes your side, making you giggle. "if they burn too long, they get tired-" you yawn. "just like you."

"mhn.. but..."

"but?"

"but i'm not-" you try to hold back a yawn but fail, "tired."

"of course, of course. we're just going to grab your favorite book to read, and we're gonna lay down, get all comfy.." her soothing voice almost sings like a lullaby as she speaks softly through the halls of the passenger rooms. as you pass by each room, you can hear different sounds.

dan heng's room is humming like a quiet engine from the data library, march is still humming a little tune while she gets ready for bed, trailblazer is shuffling around organizing their room as they settle in, it's an interesting sensation of comfort when you sleep knowing that you have family right by your side. and welt's room is the most quiet of them all, you've never really been in his room but you know it has a lot of "old people things" as you once said.

"we're here." she sang quietly as she opened the door. it was currently a shared room for you and himeko. "you want to stay by my side tonight?" you nodded sleepily. you get ready for bed, though himeko is mostly helping you as your body is limp from how tired you are. "my tired little star.. look at you." she coos, cupping your cheek just squishing it for a moment.

before you know it, you're carried by himeko once again and your head hits the pillow, luring you into a deep sleep next to your aunt.

kafka... was a busy woman. you knew that, everyone knew that. she was just busy.

but that never meant that she never had time for you.

actually more often than not, she would be taking you around when she can. it was really endearing. blade wasn't amused, but she didn't care. and you didn't care either.

but also kafka's encounters and adventures.. were kind of boring. you were there to at least make it tolerable for her. but then you got bored too. and with being bored came being tired.

tonight was slightly less boring night, it was a meeting though so how less boring could it really be. could you even call it a meeting when they're all playing cards? they were still discussing big kid stuff from what you could hear. you didn't understand much of what they were saying. everyone was sat on the floor with a comfortable mat to sit on. your head rested on kafka's thigh as you zone out from the conversation.

you feel your hair get played with. kafka's free hand threads through your hair gently tugging out knots and scratching your scalp just a little bit. "you can sleep if you want, kid. we're gonna be here for a while." she mutters to you.

it takes you a while to fall asleep but hearing the chatter of blade, kafka, and silver wolf has you feeling tired quick. and you fall asleep.

"do we have a blanket?" kafka asks the others. "blade-y? can you grab one from the kid? you're losing anyways, so might as well." she snickers quietly. he obliges, tossing the blanket to her. she catches it, laying the blanket over you. "maybe get a pillow too?" blade gives her a look.

"no."

"you never think of the child, blade."

"i don't care about the child."

"don't ever talk to me or my kid ever again."

#honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #kafka x reader #kafka honkai star rail #hsr kafka #himeko hsr #himeko honkai star rail #hsr himeko #himeko x reader

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“I’m the one who will have to watch you murder the world”

It’s so quiet, it’s always quiet now. The town surrounding Castiel was filled with vacant buildings, abandoned homes, and so many items scattered showing the hasty way that the people had to flee (if they were lucky enough to get away). Cas missed when there was noise everywhere, when there were cars, and children playing, when he could walk in a crowd and not be seen as the angel of death. The one who tells them to flee, the one who stands in wait.

It had become like a sick game over the years. Dean moved, ravaging everything in sight, and Cas did all he could to stay one step ahead. To herd people away, to warn them that he was coming. And then he does what he’s doing now, he waits for Dean. Tries to plan what he could possibly say or do. There have been times when it felt like he was close, when he got through to him even for a moment, but those moments always passed. Most recently when they had fought, there was a moment when he held Dean firm, angled towards the body of a woman that he had effortlessly cut away from this world, and made him look. Forced his eyes to her blonde hair, and her pale skin, and spoke in his ear of those he loved who could have easily been this woman: Jo, Mary, Jessica. Cas spoke their names like a prayer, hoping they would embed themselves deep in Dean’s skin, deeper than the mark could reach. Hoping the blood seeping into this dead girl's hair wasn't for nothing.

 But it was. 

The number of dead only continued to rise, and the shining light of Dean Winchester's soul only continued to darken. And all Cas could do was try, do as he had always done and follow Dean, to the very end. 

“Just you and me again Cas?” Dean didn't try to hide, or sneak as he approached, they both knew Cas couldn't kill him (he had tried before) “Where's the rest of the party?”

“Dean.” Despite himself, he felt warm. Every time he got to set eyes on his friend without fresh blood on his hands, felt like a blessing. With everyone they had loved long gone, all they had was each other, for better or for worse. 

“Still doing this cat and mouse bit? I move and you scurry?” his face was blank, no smile, no frown; like he was a god - or devil - forced to speak to an ant. 

Some part of Cas could never stop seeing his Dean, troubled since he was a child but still always the brightest light in any room, at least to Cas. His soul was so full of love, the prime motivator for all his actions, leading him to pain over and over again. Cas could still see that soul, twisted and deformed by the mark, like thick scars, covering almost every surface. But still, there was always the memory of fresh skin, of the very thing that willed the wounds to heal. That was what was left of Dean’s once bright soul, scar tissue, desperately trying to recreate what was there before. 

“What if I said no?” it was said before he had a chance to pull it back. A thought that had lingered in his mind for so long, one so tempting. No matter what he did, The Mark continued to push, murdering everything it could, consuming infinitely. Nothing could stop it, Castiel could not stop it. Effort, hope, love, none of these things could defeat The Mark. None of these things could bring Dean back from the hell he had created. And Cas knew even if the mark disappeared, the selfless man he knew, the righteous man, would never be able to deal with what he had done, how many he had taken from this world, the cries and begs that he met with the horrible wet thud of the first blade as it sunk into flesh, not sharp enough to fully slice, but not blunt enough to just bruise. 

Dean didn't respond to the vague statement, just stared at Cas, just as angry and hollow as that day all those years ago, when the angel had warned him of this very moment. The horror that Dean had forced him to watch. Looking into those eyes, Cas knew it was time.

“We’ve been through much together, you and I” It was hard not to tear up as he tried to think of all the things he wanted to say “It may be selfish of me but I do not regret saving you”

Dean still stared, his eyes still cold. Cas thought maybe that was for the best.

“Knowing you has changed me, I am the person I am, because of you”

Cas allowed his blade to fall from his sleeve into his hand, Dean’s eyes fall on it, before looking back to his face. 

“And even though you are no longer the Dean Winchester I once knew, I still consider you my family. The only family I have left, as I know I am yours”

Cas stepped forward, slowly, blade in hand until the two were less than a meter apart.

“You saved the world many times over Dean, maybe it is fitting that you are the one to end it. Maybe since you saved me, it too is fitting…” 

Cas flips the blade, holding the handle out to Dean 

“That you end me too.”

They look at each other for an age, Cas’ eyes tearful, Deans hollow. A million lifetimes worth of connection between them, whether it is wanted or not.

It's slow as Dean’s hands reach up to take the blade, not a mad rush of bloodlust, but the natural conclusion to their story. An ending that was always there on the horizon, inevitable and all-encompassing. Castiel always knew he would die for Dean Winchester. 

When the blade sinks into his heart, he knows it is final, God has abandoned them and there is no one to bring him back. Dean's hands come up to lower his dying body to the ground, but his eyes are still dark. All scar tissue, nothing left.

AO3

#castiel #cas and dean #dean winchester #dean x castiel #deancas #deancas fic #mark of cain #mark of cain dean #spnfandom #spn fanfic #destiel fic #destiel

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Ups and Downs

master list

dark master list

Slight MCU AU (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: Your neighbor across the hall isn't anything like you thought she'd be.

Word Count: 3.5K

TW: Men, Guns, Violence, Bad Flirting

Your life has always been a series of ups and downs.

After graduating from university, your life took a turn. Some would say for better. Some would say for worse.

You got the dream job you wanted! But it took you to a brand new country away from everyone you knew.

Your girlfriend, who you planned to propose to, was happy for you! But she wasn't happy enough to stay.

You got a cat! A pet you always wanted! But it turns out it wasn't a stray. It was your neighbor's cat who loved to wander the streets.

So yeah. These last six months haven't been your brightest time. But you tried to be a glass-half-empty person: greener pastures and all that jazz.

So when your neighbor with the whore of a cat moved out, you were determined to become friends with whoever moved in.

Oh yeah, you also needed friends...

So the day you were walking up the stairs to your apartment and, a redhead you've never seen before whizzed by you. You got excited! But before you could even open your mouth, they were gone.

Okay. They're speedy, you noted. You'll catch 'em next time.

Except you didn't. Because unbeknownst to you, the redhead didn't just get home late. They got back home past 4 in the morning. Hair flowing in different directions. Her leather jacket scuffed up as if she was in a bar fight. The bruises on her face would give that impression, too. Plus, she was quiet.

So quiet that you failed to notice that the redhead had been living in her new home for three days prior.

She would roll her eyes at that word. Home. Sure, the apartment was very nice. Had all the parts she needed. But she didn't care where she was stashed as long as she got the job done. Plus, home wasn't a word for her. It never existed in her eyes.

Well, maybe once, but.. never mind.

"Clint, I got the intel, but I'm gonna need a few more days." Your neighbor spoke into her flip phone with such conviction. "Look, the guys I'm tracking can lead to something bigger. Just give me a few more days. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. I'll be waiting for his call." She threw her phone down onto the round wooden dining room table before bending back into the uncomfortable chair.

She knew she should get up. Go take a hot shower. Bandage up her knuckles and tend to her bruises. But with each blink happening in rapid succession. The redhead fell asleep while sitting upright in a chair that her back would curse for years to come.

Across the hall, hours later, you had already gone on your Saturday walk, had your breakfast, showered, and not so subtly waited for any signs of life coming from the woman you saw once. Was it weird? Maybe. Maybe yes. But even you would admit you were desperate for a friend. Or anybody who wasn't stuck in a screen when you wanted to talk. Plus, she was pretty. Or so you think. She had a cap on and dark glasses when you saw her yesterday, but her jacket looked incredible, and she had cute pink lips.

Not that you noticed!!

So, with it creeping closer to early afternoon, you decided to take the initiative. Standing here in front of her door, you were about to knock when a voice stopped you. "Excuse me." Turning to your right, you were met with a tall, broad, shouldered man. Black hair. Dressed in black. The vibe you were feeling wasn't right. Back in the States, you would guess he worked for the mob. "Yes?" You asked, looking him up and down.

"Sorry to bother you. But I'm having trouble finding my friend. She says she lives in this building, but I can't seem to find her. About this tall." He raises his hands just past your head. "Red hair." Oh shit. "She has a if looks could kill kinda attitude as well." He forces out a chuckle you know to be fake. But you fake laugh with him. Afraid of what will happen if he knows you've seen her or if he finds her.

"Wow, she sounds like quite the character. But no, I'm sorry, I haven't seen anyone like that here." You lie through your teeth. Something you don't like to do, but you're just hoping he doesn't notice. "Oh really?" The man's face turns from a fake smile to a fake frown. "Yeah, I'm really sorry." You shrug. You think that'll be it too. Thinking the man will leave with a simple no, I don't know her. But he's a man. They take no for an answer.

"Are you sure? Because I thought maybe this was her place?" He points to the door you're both in front of. You look from his eyes to the door. Shit. Think! "Oh no." You shake your head. "I mean, unless your friend turned into an old woman with a tabby cat who has a knack for playing gin rummy every Tuesday night, then I don't think so. The woman plays cards, not that cat! Although maybe we could teach him-"

"Okay, sorry to bother you." Without another question or look from the man, he turns his back to you and starts walking down the stairs. Frustrated with the answer you gave. Quietly, you move closer to the banister as he descends, hoping he'll prove his real intentions for being here. To your surprise, he does when he reaches the bottom floor.

"Yeah, I checked. She's not here, but..." His voice fades out as you faintly hear the doors to your building open and close. Turning around now, you have a different mindset about the woman across the hall. Before, you were simply going to ask if they had any allergies you needed to know about. Because you planned on making them homemade bread. Banana, to be specific. Well, if she could eat it. But now that was the last thing on your mind. When you looked at the door now, you can't help but feel bad for how much trouble she seems to be in. Taking a few steps closer, you ready yourself to knock on it again. Hoping to find answers.

"Okay, knock in 3..2..." Before you can even process 1, the door opens, and you get pulled into the room with a force you've never felt. Firm hands grip themselves to your arm before turning your body around in a flash so they have a hold around your waist. Keeping your face away from seeing them. You feel her body against yours, quickly short-circuiting your brain before the loud slam of the front door snaps you out of your thoughts.

Scanning the room around as quickly as possible while your neighbor holds you tight from moving, you see things you've never seen before. Files spread across the room in another language—a sniper positioned in the window and lots and lots of spy stuff.

Shit. Shit! This woman was dangerous.

"кто ты?" (Who are you?) The same woman barks, making your eyes go wide at the foreign language used and how lovely her raspy voice sounds. "кто ты!?" She barks again before pushing the backs of your knees out from under you so you fall to the floor. Arms pinned behind you. Fuck that's really going to hurt tomorrow, you think. Wait, if there is a tomorrow!

You rack your brain, trying to think of what she could be saying and what proper response would be beneficial for this particular moment, but your mind keeps getting distracted as the roaming hands of the woman keep touching you.

The redhead above you didn't get a good look before pulling you in, or she would see that there is no way you could be a threat. "Šíření!" (Spread!) She tries a different language, Czech, to be exact. Yet you still don't know it. You don't know any other language aside from English and the little bit of Hungarian you've been learning since you moved.

So her order for you to spread goes right over your head. Maybe if she asked nicely in English, you've complied...

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" You ask as the grip tightens around your wrists and the feeling of her fingers slides along your thighs. But you get nothing in return, only frustrated grunts from the woman holding you down, finding nothing on your person.

"Please, I'm sorry. Just let me go, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything or that I didn't enjoy-"

"Shut up!" Finally! English! She speaks it! "Ow! Fuck! You speak English?!"

"Who are you? What do you want?" Her fingers run through your hair, digging into your scalp before she grabs hold and lifts your head up. "Answer me!"

Remember what I said? Ups and downs.

"I'm sorry. Shit. I- I'm just your neighbor from across the h-hall.. fuck.." The small moan that escaped your mouth could've been mistaken for a groan of pain caused by the redhead.

But Natasha Romanoff knew better.

She knew exactly what that noise that left your mouth meant. Which also confirmed what she was thinking. You weren't a threat.

She loosened her grip on your hair but kept tight around your wrists. "Name? Give me a name." Her tone is softer and not as harsh.

"Mine?" You asked, confused by the whole situation. "Obviously." The spy rolled her eyes but had to hide the smirk, forcing its way onto her mouth.

"Y/N Y/L/N!" You answered honestly. Natasha could tell it was honest, too. Your rapid pulse she had her fingers pressed against didn't waver anymore than it already had by the older woman being on top of you. "And no one sent you?"

She began to loosen the grip she had on you as a whole.

"What?! No one sent me to check up on my neighbor. But Goddamn, this is the last time I'll do that." Natasha thought for a minute as your breathing began to calm down. "KGB? Hydra? MI6? Ring any bells?"

"No, I swear." Natasha thinks again. "Okay." Her voice goes back to a normal volume. One you find delightful even in this particular situation. "I'm going to let you go. Don't do anything stupid." She warns with a smile.

"Okay. I'll try not to." You say knowing you were prone to have stupid things happen to you. "Just please don't hurt me." You mumbled, but Natasha doesn't respond. Instead, she lifts herself off your body, removes her hand from your hair, and lets go of your wrist, which will completely have bruises tomorrow.

Once you feel the air touch your skin again, you crawl a few feet away before turning over.

You like to think that the first thing you laid your eyes on was the redheads apologetic smile, but it wasn't. It was her green eyes. You swear you had never seen anything more beautiful until you looked down the rest of her body. "You're beautiful." You let slip. Surprising the woman staring back at you.

Except she wasn't stupid. Instead of opening her mouth, Natasha kept those those words on the inside.

You're beautiful.

"Oh my God, ignore that. I'm sorry! Does that count as a stupid thing?!" You panicked, only earning a tight smirk from the redhead. "I'll let that one slide." She gets up and walks past you. Leaving you on the floor. "Besides, you're not so bad yourself."

You're brain short circuits for the second time in the last five minutes. Pretty spy dangerous lady called me beautiful?! You couldn't muster any more thoughts, so instead, you turn your gaze to the woman, watching her as she starts packing up. "What are you doing?"

"Packing."

"Why you just got here? Plus, what was that whole thing? Attacking me? Hello?" Natasha stops packing and looks at you. "No one is supposed to know I'm here. Within three days, I've been comprised by my neighbor from across the hall. I can't take the risk." Natasha says point blank while effortlessly avoiding your other questions.

You're not sure how to respond to that. But you know that you should probably get up off the floor. So you do that as the woman goes back to packing. She starts with clothes before moving on to guns. Lots of guns. "Whoa."

You take in all that you're seeing. "Who are you..." You felt the need to ask the unaskable question. "A person you shouldn't try and fuck with." She answers without any sense that she's joking until she winks at you.

Oh, you wanted to moan all over again.

"Should I leave?" You say to disrupt her and the growing silence. "Not yet. I still need answers from you. And to make sure that if you're ever asked. You never saw me." You nod, following along to her words. "Okay." You take a step forward, thinking it'd be a stupid thing to take a step back towards the door.

"Good." She says before dialing someone with a phone, you haven't seen in years. "Go secure. I need a cross reference on the person occupying the apartment across the hall from me. Give me everything. Bank records. Death certificates. Occupation. Everything. You have five." She flips the phone closed and sets it down before her eyes lock on you.

"I need you to sit in this chair for me." She pulls out the chair directly in front of her and her belongings. You would typically agree what, given the situation and the sight of her left hand on the grip of a pistol. But instead: "No."

"What did I say about doing something stupid." The woman groans, making you smile. Just a little over the tiny amount of control you have at the moment. "I'm not sitting on the chair until you give me your name. And the reason."

"You do realize I'm the one holding the gun, right?" You nod. Terrified of guns, but you nod as she waves it in front of you. "I do. But you're not going to shoot me or anything because, from what I just heard. You're waiting on your friend to see if I'm telling the truth, but I have no reason to lie to you."

Natasha couldn't believe what she just heard out of the mouth of that sweet little face. Here's the kicker. You're right. Natasha honestly hates that you have the upper hand at the moment, but Natasha's the Black Widow. She can flip the script as easy as one.. two.. "Please. Be a good girl and get in the chair."

You've never sat in a chair so fast in your life.

In fact, the second your butt hit the wood, you were mentally cursing your legs for betraying you. "How did you do that?!" You looked to her green eyes for an answer, but you both knew. "Alright, fine. Can I at least get a name?" You huffed as she gently handcuffed your hand to hers.

"Natalie." She replied as if that was her real name. But you took it for face value, even throwing Natasha a "thank you."

"What's that?" You asked, pointing at a pile of small silver discs. "Oh, don't touch those." She quickly moves them away from your reach. "They'll electrically shock you and leave you incapacitated." Okay. Good to know. "No touch, got it." You dryly chuckled, earning one from the woman who had no issues being handcuffed to you.

"How many languages do you speak?" You figured if you're going to be waiting, you might as well get to know Natalie. "Do you want to guess?" She smirks at you as she puts away her laptop. "Ummm, five?" You look up for an answer but only receive a shake of the head. "More than five?"

"More than 10, dear."

10?! Dear!?!

"Wow." You mutter. "What about you?" Natasha feels the need to ask. Plus, she wants to know more about the young woman she's handcuffed to. "I'm sure you'll find out when your friend calls back."

"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you." You look up to see her already smiling at you, forcing a shade of pink to sneak onto your cheeks. "Umm, it's not nearly as impressive. But one." You meekly answer, earning a chuckle from Natalie. "You're right.. that's not nearly as impressive."

"Hey!" You groan and whine. "It's two on a good day if I can understand what the vendor down the street says. It's not easy learning Hungarian."

Natasha nods. "You're right. It's not easy. But you picked the perfect city to learn it." You have to agree with her.

"You're right. Budapest is wonderful."

"Budapesht." Natasha can't help but correct you. "Huh?" You look to her, who looks down on you like an English teacher. "Budapesht." She repeats. "That's how you should pronounce it." You shake your head "No. It's Budapest. Your way is wrong."

"No, my way is right. It's Budapesht. You just don't know any better." You scoff, which Natasha takes as a sign to go on the attack. "Oh really?!" She starts. "I'm sorry, but who in the room is the world-class spy, and who is the.. the.. the whatever it is you do!?" She looks at you, who stutters for a moment.

"That's what I thought."

You go to fight back. Which frankly is an unwise move, but you're thankfully interrupted by the sound of the flip phone ringing.

Natasha answers it with urgency. "Clint, you're on speaker; which is it, Budapest or Budapesht??"

"Oh God no. Please stop this. Take me off speaker."

You watch Natalie roll her eyes as she takes the man, Clint, off of speaker. "Okay, shoot your arrow. What have you got for me." Natasha yanks on the handcuff, pulling you to make you look up at her. She holds a finger to her lips with a look in her eyes that you read as "Don't be stupid."

You not as she sets the phone down in the middle of the table on speaker.

"Okay, so Y/N Y/L/N. Born in California. Yadda yadda. Excellent student. Blah, blah, blah. University. Bank is in the green. No sign of trouble. Oh. Is the daughter of two former shield scientists before they lost their lives in a fire. Not Ohio. No Hydra connections either."

Clint quickly adds, confusing you.

What's shield?

"Relationships, let's see... looks like her most recent ex is one Gewn Stacy, and before that it was... Kate Bishop. The second one sounds familiar... Anyways, occupation.. occupation.. Stark Industries. Relocated to where she currently is. Moved into the apartment across from you six months ago. Isn't one to cause trouble. No arrest records or complaints of any kind. I can't find anything else on her. She's clean. Looks like you got a golden retriever living across from you, Nat."

The man finishes up before Natalie or Nat picks the phone up. "Okay, thanks, Clint. Yeah, no, I'm sure she won't be any trouble." Nat looks at you with a smirk, making you shift in your seat.

"Yep. Uh-huh. No. Could you not mention it to Fury? I got it. Okay. No, it's Budapesht. Bye." She clicks the phone shut and looks at you with a smile before laughing. "What?" You ask as you start to smile. "Nothing." She says before she controls her laughter. "No, come on. What!" You plead as Natalie picks up the key to the handcuffs. "It's just... I attacked you earlier because I thought you were dangerous, and here I have handcuffed to me is the most prett- perfect, sweetest person ever, apparently." The pink hue on Nat's cheeks gets missed by you.

You laugh at Natalie's explanation as the cuff slips from your wrist. "Well, I must be scary a little bit. Plus, I think I'm really good at lying!" You fess up. "Not to me, you're not," Nat calls you out. "And you're not scary." She picks up her bag and moves it to the counter to pack her suit.

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. "Well, I have to be good at one of those things." You say as you get up and follow her around the kitchen and into the living room. "Why is that?" Nat is curious as to what you're answer could be.

"Well, how else would I have gotten rid of that guy earlier?!"

Natasha wasn't expecting that. "What guy?" She turns to you with a stern, calculating look. "Th-the guy. Tall. He was outside your door. Asking about you. I sent him away." Natasha shakes her head and rubs to her bag, grabbing two pistols. "How long ago?"

"What?" You question. Nat runs past you. "How long ago was the guy here?"

"I-uh.." Since Nat's hands and sweet voice were all over and around your body, you truly lost any concept of time.

Nat ignored your non-answer as she looks out the window where her sniper is positioned before turning to you with a worried look.

"Y/N GET DOWN!"

Yeah, there will be a pt2 in the future.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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A Night In Nice

Chapter One

Based on this ask and made into a separate post due to being two parts

Rated Explicit (for later on)

Ao3

Chapter Two

When you asked him to run away with you, you meant it wholeheartedly. If he didn't want to stay, you weren't going to force him to stay. You only want him to escape this place and start anew.

No one has ever looked out for him, maybe his father but that felt obligated rather than willing. Yet, on that fateful day, when the voice in his mind killed every miner and nearly killed him too, he took you up on that offer.

Now here he is in France, specifically in a town called Nice, with a woman he finds himself in love with. Unbelievable given his past, he thought he could never love anything outside of his greed and freedom. Yet, here he is fiddling with an engagement ring he saved up for.

Crazy. God, if this a dream and he laying dying in that damn cave then let him stay there slowly dying rather than wake up from this dream.

He quickly hides the ring in his pants when he hears you enter the house.

The home has a common layout, simple decorations, and a few personal touches, cozy and ours as you told him.

Norton works for an old man at his farm helping out and such. Good pay and no digging for coal. You work at the local bakery with a farmer's daughter.

“You're home early!” Cheerful and smiling brightly, Everything okay?” Going to the kitchen to set down the bag of bread in your arms.

“Uh, yeah,” Assisting you and looking at the bread now on the table, “Free bread day or something?”

“Heh, no! I made these for us! I know you like toasted bread for breakfast so…” You show him the misshapen bread, “I tried.”

You are… Kind to put it mildly.

When you first met him, it was after a brawl in which a few of the older miners jumped him for a single damn coin he got from payroll. He lost his coin, sure, but he made every single last one of them earn it. He was badly hurt and was carried into the infirmary with another guy.

At the time, you were the only female and a nurse on that mining site. The doctor left after not being paid, so technically you were the nurse and the head doctor. It wasn't easy for you, that is for sure given half these guys were scum.

Still, you did your job. With a smile too, for those deserving.

You fixed his nose, patched up his cuts, gave him something for the pain, and even got him something other than bread and turning milk. Soup for the soul, you called it, something you made because the chef there was a joke. It was mostly vegetables but it was something.

He was cold to you back then even when he was often your patient because of all the fighting. Norton didn't want friends, didn't care about anyone but himself, and he certainly didn't care to have some woman being nice to him. Bad enough you touched him when doing checkups and patching him up.

However, as much as he was an asshole, he wasn't fucking like these others. He ain't no saint but wasn't one to think just because you are the only woman there, means you are for the picking. He recalls that tussle (the man was drunk so it wasn't much of a fight), how grateful you were.

So grateful you baked him something as a thank you, a treat that was too sweet for him. He still ate it even though he complained about the sweetness.

You were, are, the brightest light in his life.

And it was dark… Becoming darker when the voice in his head started getting louder and louder.

The darkness nearly swallowed him whole.

Until you found him buried alive and willing to die.

God, he swears, the tears from your eyes seemed to never stop as you called out to him. Never did want to see that again.

“Norton, try this!” Preparing your ingredients to make a special pie you learned today! A shepherd's pie that is supposedly very filling and good! You seasoned the meat the night before and after setting up, you just finished cooking the meat.

You like this. Being a housewife. Though you are not married to him, you gave him the housewife treatment. Cooking, cleaning, cuddles (more like you being his weighted blanket).

Norton felt loved, knew he was loved, yet the darkness lurks in the shadows when he is alone with his thoughts as you sleep by his side.

While he sits in the kitchen simply enjoying your presence and the way you talk about anything and everything under the sun, he is playing with the ring in his pocket.

“Oh, hm, it needs more garlic.”

“It's fine.”

“No, no, sir-no-taste-outside-of-salt-and-pepper. Trust me on this.”

He shakes his head chuckling at you.

“She will leave you like all the others.”

He frowns as the voice mocks him.

“Poor flower thinks a domestic life in some other country will save you. We both know this is temporary.”

No, he likes this life!

“Being poor? You barely could afford her a ring! If we found that gold—”

“Norton?”

“Huh?” Not aware you are in front of him, “Need something?”

“You spaced out, hun.” Reaching to touch him though he shook his head. “If you need space, dinner will be done in an hour.” You understand, you show patience.

He stands up, tall and bulky, taking your hands and placing them on his face. His eyes close as feels your warmth. A gentle ‘thank you’ slips from his lips. You tell often he has no need to thank you but he does it anyway.

Rubbing circles on his cheeks before going back to cooking, you didn't want to pull away. You never do. He leaves the kitchen and you return to your task.

The sound of the bedroom door creaking open and then closing.

The best ways he found to stay in the present are to touch the things in the house, somethings things that you have made in the past attempts of crafting, or to smell the one perfume you love. A reminder of the good things he has.

Clean shirts, new shoes, even his better breathing, the window he can open at any time to gaze out into the back of the house. The outside cats that lurk around the house (his fault truthfully he could not stand seeing the little guys starving) playing with the blanket they stole from the laundry line and you did not have the heart to take back.

It is a perfect life, a fairytale ending to a nightmare he was living, yet the voice is bitter and cruel with words that plague him when you are not in sight.

… If only that was the case completely…

Recently, you have been the topic the moment Norton decided he wants to marry you. Sure it is pretty unseemly to be living with a woman and not married to her. Sure he has not had sex with you but you gave him so much of your patience. The love you gave him so freely.

The ring he takes out of his pocket to examine weighs heavy, he is trying to think of how to bring it up— To ask you. The words simply escape him, his chest hurts and his throat closes.

Shit, this looks so easy in those plays he saw once as a kid. Broke into the theater to pickpocket some people, all to get his father some medicine.

The past.

All in the past.

The knock on the door drew away the shadows encroaching ready to ensnare him.

“Dinner is ready.”

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