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𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘓 -`♡´- - C.S

inspired by: this pairing: chris x ("bestfriend"!) reader summary: your bestfriend is bored at night so he comes to your hotel room. what activities will he think of to keep himself entertained?? warnings: smut w slight background, dirty talk, lots of praise, friends to lovers, dom!chris x sub!reader, fingering, swearing, cocky chris?, word count: 2700 authors note: as soon as i saw the post asking for someone to make something like this i knew i had to turn tf up. hope i did the request justice 😛 "pink" = reader speaking "orange" = chris speaking

「 ✦Hotel by montell fish ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10 ᯤ✦ 」

it had been nothing short of a long day. you and the triplets had been out all day taking a road trip. you were just excited to get to the hotel with your friends and sleep. you, matt and nick were all exhausted but chris, your bestfriend, was still bursting with energy.

you and the triplets entered the hotel and let nick take care of obtaining the keys and room numbers. the plan was that you would have your own room and nick, matt and chris would share a two bed room for the night.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

matt was out no less than five minutes after all of you found your rooms and nick was practically non-verbal on his phone. chris was on the edge of the bed by nicks feet yappin' away about his day. no matter how obvious it was that nick wanted his space, chris couldn't bring himself to just be quiet.

"i just feel like-" "chris oh my god" nick interupted. this caused chris to go quiet with a look that said 'what?' on his face. oblivious. "i need you to shush motherfucker go to sleep or go bug your little girlfriend" nick complained as he rolled over.

chris glared at him for referring you his girlfriend. then after him and nick exchanged a few choice words (mainly consisting of nick telling him to shut the fuck up) chris chose to go bother you instead.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

music played at a comfortable volume in your hotel room. you set down your toothbrush and turned the tap off. about to start on your skincare, you were interupted by a knock on the door. approaching the door you were expecting it to be cleaners or something, but upon the door opening you found chris.

"hey" he hardly greeted as he let himself in past you to sit on your bed. you sighed as you closed the door and looked at him with a look that asked what he was doing bugging you at this hour. "nick kicked me out" chris half jokes as his eyes scan you quickly. he caught notice of the way the cold exposed your nipples through your tank top. his eyes went back to your eyes before you could notice him looking.

as comfortable as you were with chris, recently there had just been these moments where you were sure you were both flirting with eachother or that there was some kind of tension. you had shrugged it all off though because although your feelings for chris were more than just platonic, you knew there was no way he felt the same. however something about being alone with him made you nervous.

"so you came to annoy me instead? great" your voice was sarcastic but in a playful manner. you headed for the bathroom to finish your nightly routine. "shut up you love me" chris retorts, following you to the bathroom.

you sat up on the counter criss crossed and begun pulling serums, washcloths and cleansers from your bag. chris enjoyed watching you do everyday things like this. he came behind you, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, watching you in the mirror. his palms pressing into the counter. feeling his warm body so close to yours made you feel safe, comforted (also a little hot inside.)

you were both silent as your music filled the room. while you nurtured your face his eyes were glued to you, admiring you the entire time.

once you finished you gave chris a smile in the mirror "you know your gonna have to go back with nick and matt really soon chris i'm tired" you tried to turn around but he wrapped his arms around you from behind. embracing the hug as much as you could from this position, you leaned your head back and placed your arms on his. "but i'm bored" he complained. there was something almost mischevious in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. "but i'm tired" you said, mocking him.

his voice comes out quieter and lower next to your ear "oh i'm sure i could wake you up" there's a grin or maybe even a smirk on his face. you were sure he didn't mean anything sexual but still your face heats up and your sure that due to your bodies touching, he can feel the way your heartbeat begins racing.

you look at him with a shy smile although not knowing what to say. the song changed and the familiar start to hotel by montell fish begins playing.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨" ⊹ ࣪ ˖

an unspeakable tension grows and maybe it's your imagination but you swear a slight smirk spreads on his face. you don't realize it but it's been a minute now and you've said nothing back to him, only staring blankly back at him in the mirror.

"hm?" his voice snaps you out of your trance and you realized you've been silently staring at him for an uncomfortable amount of time. fuck. "i dunno i'm pretty tired" you panic at the way your voice comes out a little breathy. his voice drops slightly "you're tired hm?" his arms squeeze a little tighter around you "that why your hearts practically beating out of your chest?" his words mixed with his breath fanning your ear make you dizzy. you can't deny the mix of arousal and nervousness you're feeling. he's your bestfriend afterall, he knows you well enough to know exactly what's going through your mind right now.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ⊹ ࣪ ˖

so you decide to embrace those feelings. you pull his arms off of you and turn your body around so there's no choice but for your legs to dangle off the counter on either side of his waist. he's still not sure if your feeling how he is so to be safe, his hands rest on the counter next to the outsides of your thighs rather than touching you.

you quickly glance down his body then back up to his eyes. "that why you're hard?" you mock with a mischevious grin. for a split second he looks taken aback but then before you can tease him any further he grabs your thighs, dragging you closer to him. your thighs instinctively squeeze his waist. you gasp when his clothed erection pokes at your thin sleep shorts.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚"⊹ ࣪ ˖

there's a moment of silence as he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation. instead he only finds lust and need. without skipping another beat, his hand comes to the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate makeout.

your arms wrap around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. you wanted him everywhere, on you, under you, in you.

his other hand gently rubs your thigh while his lips break off from yours. he takes in your already disheveled state. lips puffy, eyes glossed over with need. "so pretty" he comments right before attacking your neck with kisses filled with teeth, tongue and sucking. a gentle whine escapes you as he lifts you off the counter. and even when he lays you on the bed his lips don't leave your neck.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. 𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

his weight presses onto you but not suffocatingly. he subconciously ruts his hips into yours. "mm" you squirm your hips up for more but he pushes your hips back to the bed with his own. your cunt is aching to be touched in any way shape or form, so long as it's him. "chris please" your voice comes out desperate.

he completely ignored your plea but his lips do come off your neck so he can lock eyes with you. his hand slowly brushes down your side "god i bet you're soaked already" he seems as if he's speaking to himself. his fingertips brush across your hip bone now. his voice alone makes you try and close your legs to relieve some tension. with his body between them though, it's useless.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚?"⊹ ࣪ ˖

you look at him with doe eyes, wanting nothing more than his touch right now. "chris-" you begin when suddenly he pulls the band of your panties back before letting is snap against your skin "so desperate" he teases before his hand finally slips beneath the thin material. two fingers slide up and down your soaked cunt to collect your wetness on his fingers. then his middle finger makes quick work of circling your clit.

"who made you this wet, baby?" he asks with cockiness to his tone. your head goes to the side and your eyes find anywhere to look but him. you can't believe your bestfriend is talking dirty to you, while he's on you. as you let out a whiny "you" in response. he's way too entertained with how whiny and submissive you already are for him to be thinking about how shocking the situation is for you both. "mhm." he responds. his middle finger leaves your clit only to enter you along with his ring finger. a sigh of relief leaves your lips. "now look at me" his free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to face him. your eyes still avoid his though.

his fingers begin to curl repetitevly inside of you, forcing a moan from your lips. he feels his pants tighten at your reaction. "look at me or i'll stop." his tone is gentle but still commanding. it leaves you with no choice but to meet his gaze. you take notice of how much darker the lust has turned his blue eyes.

"listen so well" he praises before his lips meet yours. hearing him talk to you like this makes every ounce of your body heat up. you're already feeling close.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙝𝙝, 𝙞, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ⊹ ࣪ ˖

he pushes his wrist forward and somehow, his fingers reach even deeper and his palm rubs your needy clit. your nails dig into the back of his neck "s-so good" you mutter as your eyes stare hooded and glossy up at your best (not-so) friend.

the cockiness is seeping off of him "yea? you like my fingers?" his movements speed up as he speaks. his voice mixed with his skilled hands nearly send you over the edge. he can feel the way you clench, threatning to finish any minute. for that very reason he rips your pleasure away.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙤𝙤𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

you open your mouth to protest but he speaks before you can. "m' gonna make you feel good again, don't worry" he assures as he leaves you for a second to remove his clothes. you take this as your cue and remove everything besides your bra and panties.

chris resumes his place on the perfectly white hotel sheets. his hand is gently stroking his cock as he moves between your legs. your eyes lock with it and your desperation reaches an all time high. he's not small or thin by any means.

he smirks at the way your lips are parted, eyes watching, body waiting. he uses his free hand to push your legs open further. you knew letting your bestfriend fuck you was about to change everything for the both of you, but the way your whole body ached for him drowned out all the worries you had.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪..." ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"you want your bestfriends cock sweetheart?" he asks staring down at you. "yes chris" your words come out impatiently. "then what do you say? hm?" you frustratedly watch the grin on his face as he taps his tip against your puffy clit just to tease you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚"⊹ ࣪ ˖

you sigh "please." he can tell your frustrated. "you can do better than that" he states as he drags his tip up and down your pussy, juices coating his tip now. your hips push toward him but he only pulls back. "please fuck me chris. i need you"

"good girl." he praises, his length unexpectedly shoving into you. "god so tight" he groans the praise as he pulls back, then pounding into you again. "chris!" you shout as your hands go for the sheets but chris grasps them instead. his fingers interlock with yours, pinning your arms and hands down next to your head.

he picks up a harsh pace. uncontrollable whines and moans begin spilling from your lips. as his head drops next to yours, filthy things come out of his mouth into your ear.

you're just speechless, mouth open as your eyes roll back.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

he kisses your neck so gently, completely contradicting the roughness of how he's fucking you. "so pretty underneath me" he mumbles before his lips attatch to your neck again. you clench around him at the praise, making him groan and thrust his hips faster to chase his release as well as help you reach yours.

you whine out his name as you shut your eyes, his cock hitting the right spot everytime he thrusts his hips. one of his hands moves away from yours to slip between your bodies. his middle finger wastes no time on finding and stimulating your clit. your hips buck into his hand but with the way he's fucking you it makes no difference.

"need t-to- uh fuck" your words are cut off by a needy moan. he pulls away from your neck to look at you "what's wrong hm?" he asks with faux sympathy right before a particulary deep slam of his hips into yours, wanting to pull more of those pretty noises out of you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

giving up on speaking you throw your head back, your free hand gripping his shoulder as you uncontrollably clenched around him, desperate noises coming from your lips one after the other.

"you need to cum?" he's out of breath and his pace begins to falter. you nod frantically. "go on then, cum with me" he says through his teeth as his hips twitch. one more thrust of his hips and his cum fills you up.

his hips still but he continues rubbing quick circles on your clit "come on, be a good girl and cum for me" his words are what send you over the edge. your hips lift of the bed, your mouth opens but nothing comes out. "fuck." chris mutters at the sight of you mixed with feeling of you clenching around his cock, milking him dry.

he pulls out but massages your clit a little longer, letting you work through your high before collapsing on the bed next to you. you roll on your side and he does the same, spooning you. the both of you leave nothing to be heard but deep breaths as you both smile at the experience that just occured.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

after chris finally got himself up to clean the both of yours mess you both got dressed and took seats on the bed facing one another. there was an almost awkward silence, not surprising considering you just let your bestfriend fuck the shit out of you.

you speak first "i don't just wanna fuck" you state with a worried expression. he stares at you for a moment and you think he's about to tell you he doesn't want any kind of relationship. "is that what you want?" you were quiter and much more sheepish now. you looked like you wanted to retract into your own skin and never come out. he quickly smiled. he playfully slaps his no-longer bestfriends shoulder. "no dumbass i want you" he says before scooching closer, grabbing your hips to pull you into his lap. then placing a delicate kiss on your lips.

you smile down widely at him "great. now can we fucking sleep?" you ask exhaustedly. "yup" he responds, standing up while holding you before tossing you on the bed and climbing in next to you. ⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚?"⊹ ࣪ ˖

(sorry for the stupid ending 🙏)

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturnsdoll

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gracieheartspedro · 8 months

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pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

description: your boyfriend tommy miller is a cheating bastard. luckily, your brother-in-law joel is nice enough to help you get your mind off of it.

word count: 5.1k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, this is porn, joel is a consent king though!, talk of horrible sex life, cheating, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, pet names

author's note: hey lovers (; I have been teasing this one awhile. i may continue this if you guys like it a lot. this was a request from an anon, i hope they like it!! i'm almost at 400 followers and I was gonna release this when I hit that, but I am too excited to share this. leave me your thoughts! my requests are still open! <3

You and Tommy went way back. You had crushed on him since high school, his charisma was hypnotic and you were hooked the moment he asked for your phone number. You became borderline obsessed. He was the ideal boyfriend. A huge mama’s boy, respectful, and hilarious.

You hadn’t ever questioned Tommy’s intentions with you. You two even talked marriage.

It wasn’t until his 26th birthday that you noted a shift in his behavior and when everything officially fell apart. You had just spent all afternoon at his brother, Joel’s, house. You and Joel arranged a surprise birthday barbeque and you were so excited to spend his special day with him and his whole family.

The whole day, you lied and said you were going for a girls day out with your sister, who was newly single. Instead, you and Joel slaved over the stove making Tommy’s favorites. You also decorated the shit out of Joel’s whole house, with the help of his tween daughter, Sarah.

Joel told him to come over to help with fixing up his truck, but in actuality you all jumped out of your hiding spots and yelled “happy birthday!”

He hardly reacted. He was dazed seeing your beautiful smile peak up behind Joel’s recliner.

His attitude was distant the whole night. He wouldn’t kiss you, and pulled away every time you went in to wrap your arms around his waist. He drank way more than you expected, tallying up about 10 beers.

Joel noticed it, too.

Joel even asked if he should start taking it easy and cool it on the beer. That only pissed Tommy off, which lead you to break up an argument in front of their own mother. Joel was annoyed, noting how shitty Tommy was being towards you. He was ready to fight his own brother on his birthday.

After the festivities and helping Joel with the dishes, you bid the whole family farewell. Tommy was too drunk to drive home, so you knew you would take him home in your Toyota Corolla, telling Joel you’d be back tomorrow to get his truck.

“Drive safe you two,” Joel said in the driveway after assisting Tommy to the car. Even after Tommy yelled and fussed at him, he still gladly accepted Joel’s help. He knew he couldn’t walk any more than 50 feet. You smiled watching them, happy they could make amends so quickly, and started up your engine.

The whole ride home, Tommy kept checking his flip phone. The screen would light up into his glazed over eyes and he’d huff in frustration.

“Everything okay, baby?” You finally decide to ask.

You glance over in his direction and you could tell he was annoyed by the question. You bite the inside of your cheek, anticipating him to blow up at you next.

Tommy was not a nice drunk. He would blow up at the drop of a hat. There’d been countless times where he’d pick a fight with you after you picked him up from a bar or a friend’s house. You learned not to talk on any rides home when he was drinking. But you couldn’t help yourself.

“You want my honest answer?”

Of course, you did. But when he says it like that?

“What is it, Tommy?”

He clears his throat, “I’m fuckin’ your sister.”

You felt your world crashing around you in that instant. You slam on your breaks on a main road, unable to actively drive due to the shocking news. You pull off into an abandoned parking lot, your hands shaking as you throw the car in park.

“What?”

You didn’t even want to look over at him, your eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah,” Is all he says, his voice changing, “I’m sick of lyin’. It’s only been a couple times. But she wants to meet back up.”

His drunk honesty was like vomit coming out of his mouth. Constant and sickening. He was so heartless with his words. This wasn’t your Tommy. What made everything so much worse was that it was your fucking little sister. You two didn’t have the best relationship, but you still cared deeply for her. This was the ultimate betrayal. You couldn’t believe that she, of all people, would try to destroy your picture perfect life.

Not so picture perfect anymore.

The soft hum of the radio takes up the air. You felt like you could suffocate with all of the tension.

“How long?”

He chuckles lowly, “Longer than I’d probably like to admit. Why do you think her ex dumped her?”

You finally turn to him. He looked remorseless, not even batting an eye at your distraught expression.

“Get the fuck out of my car, Tommy,” You say sternly, “I don’t want to see your face ever again.”

“Oh come on baby,” He groans, “At least take me home.”

“Get,” The tears begin to fall, “Out. Now.”

He throws his hands up in surrender, “Fine, don’t want to watch you cry, anyway. Makes me feel like shit.”

He opens the car door and you watch as he stumbles out. He practically falls on the concrete, his footing wobbly from the alcohol. If you were as callous as him, you’d back your car right over him, but instead you sped off as soon as the door slammed shut.

Your hands are still vibrating, unsure of what to do next, you pick up your phone and dial Joel.

He answers after three rings.

“‘Sup, sweetheart?”

His Southern drawl is hushed, like he was trying to be quiet for someone. It was late, maybe he was putting Sarah to bed.

“Your brother.”

It’s all you could say before breaking out into a deep sob. He becomes panicked, immediately springing into older brother mode, begging you to tell him where you were.

You finally catch your breath, “He’s a cheating bastard. He fucked my sister and I left him in the old Hecht’s parking lot.”

Joel lets out a long sigh, “Where are you?”

“I’m driving,” You mutter, choking back more sobs you feel coming up, “I can’t go home.”

You knew going home would be painful. All the photos lining your walls of you and Tommy. The pictures with your own sister. All of his belongings scattered all over the house. You knew you’d spiral, untangling the mess and missed signs.

“Come back to my house,” He suggests, “I’ll go get Tommy and take him home. The back door will be unlocked, just come right in and settle down. Make some tea or somethin’.”

You nod even though he can’t see you.

Joel was the older brother you never had. He was mature and honest. You had come to him a couple times to analyze Tommy and his behavior. It didn’t happen often, but he was great at advice. You trusted him. He was family to you.

“Thanks Joel,” You wipe your tears, “See you in a bit.”

Luckily Sarah was fast asleep upstairs, snuggled up soundly, while you tried to contain your sobs. You couldn’t believe how drastically this evening turned.

Tommy cheated on you with your sister.

The man you were hoping to marry and settle down with? The one who was adored by your parents? The one you told all your darkest secrets to?

You had no clue how he would ever come back from this. And he did it with your sister?

You still could not grasp that it was her. The girl who always came to you for boy advice? Hell, she came to you last week asking about a guy she had be-

It was fucking Tommy. She wanted advice on how to woo your fucking boyfriend.

You wanted to strangle her too, but who knows what lies he may have been leading. You wanted the whole story, but you didn’t want to open a can of worms so late in the evening. You weren’t going to be sleeping, plagued by your own thoughts and emotions.

You’re curled up on Joel’s couch, using his huge knitted blanket as a cape. You turned on the TV only to give your cries some background noise.

Just when you stop the tears, Joel walks in with this look on his face. Disappointment. Rage.

“How ya holdin’ up, sweet girl?”

Joel had tons of pet names for you, but that was a new one. He has always called you anything but your actual name.

“Not good,” You say, choking back more tears. You were practically all cried out, your cheeks were stained bright red. Joel shuffles over to you, dropping his keys down on the coffee table. He plops down on the couch next to me.

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot,” He mutters, patting your unclothed thigh. Maybe it was the words he said that sent goosebumps up your body, not the fact he took a long second to remove his hand from your leg.

“I just can’t… Why would he do this?”

He huffs, shrugging his broad shoulders, “I asked him and he said it’s cuz you ain’t puttin’ out like you used to. Said that your sister came onto him and he couldn’t say no.”

It felt like another stab to the heart. You and Tommy had sex like three times a week. Every time he came inside you and praised you. You on the other hand, never came and had grown sick of having to finish yourself off every time it happened. So yeah, maybe you weren’t the eager youngin’ you were before, but you still fucked him whenever he wanted.

“That’s horseshit! I fuck him all the time. He is just… he’s a fucking cheating bastard. I just can’t believe it was her. Like what man fucks around with his girl’s own sister? He knows better.”

You’re trying to rationalize his behavior in your head. But Joel is not as kind.

“He obviously doesn’t, sweet girl. He…” He drifts off, catching himself for saying how he truly felt about his brother. Once he looks into your puffy red eyes, his tune changes, “He’s a stupid motherfucker for letting a girl like you go. Don’t know much about your sister, but she has some explainin’ to do, too.”

Your heart flutters a bit. Joel’s accent was so much more pronounced when he was angry, it was kind of hot. Why are you thinking that right now?

“I just can’t believe he would do something so… heartless. He didn’t even act sorry, Joel.”

“The alcohol made him bold, that’s for sure. Doesn’t ‘cuse the behavior, but ya know,” He sits back into his couch, “‘m sorry, sweetheart.”

You turn to face him, “Makes me think of the time he accused me of cheating.”

“He accused you of cheatin’? When?”

It was years ago, right after your 21st birthday. Joel and Tommy took you and a couple of your friends out to a club in downtown Austin. You took so many shots, you ended up dancing a bit too close with Joel. It led to a fight you had never brought up to Joel himself, but nonetheless, Tommy thought you had a thing for his older brother.

Sure, Joel was nice. He was a bit more serious than Tommy, always trying to be the rational one. He was an excellent and present father, dedicating his entire life to raising Sarah. He had similar features to Tommy. Tall, dark hair, beautiful brown eyes. When you talked to him, those eyes of his were so laser focused on what you said, sometimes you found yourself stumbling over your words.

Maybe it was a little crush.

“It was years ago,” You confess, looking down at your bitten back cuticles, “He thought I had a thing for you.”

His eyes zero in on your lips, like he’s trying to take the words out of your mouth, one by one.

“A thing? What type of thing?”

You shake your head, pushing your face into your hands. This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about, especially not now. But it was distracting you from thinking about what you could’ve done. Instead, you’re reminding yourself of all the shitty things Tommy has done over the years. That “perfect boyfriend” you had in the beginning was falling apart a long time ago. You just hadn’t seen the signs right in front of you. Now here they are, splattered all over the floor.

“He thought you and I had a bit too much fun on my 21st, I don't know! He always acted so weird when I talked about you. You’re like my brother, I would never cross that line.”

The silence in the room was deafening. You finally raise your head, looking at Joel’s contemplative face.

“Never?”

You stare at him, looking for a smile to crack across his face. Like it was a joke or something.

But it wasn’t.

The air in the room shifted.

“Joel,” You mumble, before his fingers reach up and trace your bottom lip gently, “We can’t.”

“Why ‘cause I’m like your brother, or ‘cause you’re still banking on kissin’ and makin’ up with Tommy?”

It was a fair question. Making up with Tommy was never even a question, though. After being burned so harshly, you didn’t see any redemption. He was done for. Once that confession slipped past his lips, he was as good as gone.

This would be the greatest revenge. Fucking his brother?

What could you lose?

Joel could be your rebound. Something to ease the harsh sting you still felt in your heart. You start to feel guilty pile in the pit of your tummy. But then you hear Tommy’s words ringing in your head.

“I’m fuckin’ your sister.”

Yeah, you could use some revenge.

“You can’t tell him,” You murmur, making sure it’s in a whisper. Even if you wanted this to be revenge, you didn’t want Tommy to know, “Ever.”

“It’ll be between you and me, baby girl.”

You nod, finally accepting his offer. He grabs your legs and pulls you into his lap. You never thought you’d see the day where you would be mounted on top of Joel Miller. His eyes feasted on you in a way that sent tingles straight down to your core.

“I can’t lie, baby girl,” He purrs, his hands tracing you from your thighs all the way up to your shoulders, “I have thought this scenario out countless times.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” His hand finds its way to your neck, “Seein’ you at family barbeques, watchin’ you at bars with Tommy. Always wanted to pull you into a bathroom and get a feel of these,” He runs his hands down your chest, catching the edge of your yellow tank top. Tommy’s favorite color on you. He pulls it down, revealing your white bra underneath. It was your favorite push up, a Christmas present from Tommy.

He was littering your body, but instead of Tommy’s hands removing every trace of himself away from your body, it was his brother.

Joel doesn’t take note of your dazed expression, he’s too focused on your cleavage spilling over your bra. His fingers trace back to the clasp, his fingers expertly unhooking it. It sent chills down your back, while your boobs fall further out of the bra. He helps you shimmy it off your front, his eyes lighting up when your boobs rest right in his eyeline.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” He groans, his thumb and pointer finger tugging on your left nipple. You hiss, letting yourself get out of your own head for a moment. Your boobs were extremely sensitive, which is why every man you’d ever been with used that to their advantage. Instead of treating your pussy to a good time, they just toyed with your nipples while drilling into you, which usually had you cumming after a couple minutes. Deep down, you wished Tommy had actually gave your pussy the time of day. Eat you out, finger you until you saw stars. But he never had “time for that”.

His words.

Joel wraps his lips around your nipple, letting his tongue circle around your areola. He uses his open hand to massage your other tit. Once he releases your nipple, he leaves love bites at the swell of your boobs. He groans at your reaction, which was grinding your hips achingly slow across his lap.

“Mmm,” You hum, your hands finding his brown locks, “More.”

“‘m not gonna fuck you here,” He scowls, “Gonna take you to my bed.”

Without warning, he stands up, gripping onto your thighs to take you with him. You yelp in shock, throwing your arms around his neck.

“I got you,” He states, walking down the hall to his bedroom. You had been in there before, only to grab his wallet one day when you guys were in a rush to get to Sarah’s soccer game.

It was only slightly messy and smelled like him. Clean laundry and strawberry shampoo.

You were thrown atop his unmaid sheets, bouncing a bit at the impact. You decide to use the time of Joel crawling onto to the bed, to completely discard your tank top. Joel’s body takes over yours, his one hand propping him up, the other feeling your sides and scooping up your breast.

“Think I’m gonna take my time with you,” He grunts, his hand finding your short’s belt loops, “Make you forget everythin’ and focus on me.”

You nod, agreeing to his terms.

He sits back on his knees, tugging down your shorts and thong. He hisses as soon as he notes the wetness on your lacey panties. Once he tosses the items beside the bed, he nudges your knees apart.

“Damn, baby girl,” He just looks at you completely spread for him, shaking his head in disbelief, “Tommy’s a fuckin’ idiot. Could look at this pussy every minute of every day.”

You moan before you can retaliate, your mind responding to his fingers tracing your slit up and down. You watch him crawl up you, his lips so close to yours. You two hadn’t even kissed yet, instantly going to tearing each other’s clothes off. It felt more intimate, more real.

He finally leans in, pursing his lips to meet yours.

Joel was gentler than expected. Tommy was always hurried, his kisses only to warm you up a bit. You never really kissed during sex either, because he always had you doggy, which wasn’t ideal for kisses.

Joel’s kisses took your breath away. He was slow and methodical, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You finally decide to pull him down onto your naked body, his hips settling between yours. The action made him a bit more eager, as he grinded his crotch into your wet center.

“Gonna have me cumming in my jeans, sweet thing,” He laughs, pulling away from your swollen lips. He crawls back down the bed, his shoulders resting between your thighs this time.

“What are you doing?” You ask, hesitantly.

He smiles again, “‘m gonna eat this beautiful pussy of yours. Unless you don’t want me to.”

You had no real objections, it just something you had never fully enjoyed with anyone else before. You were willing to see what Joel Miller could bring to the table. You nod your head in agreement, letting him rest his hand on your lower tummy, holding you in place for his mouth. He ducks down, pressing small kisses over your clit. His actions already had you writhing under his touch.

He continues on, gripping your stomach a bit harder as he explores your pussy with his tongue. He switches between sucking and licking, eventually settling with running his tongue in circles inside of you. You were a groaning mess, your hand eventually finding your mouth so you could control the volume. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself with how loud you could be. He stops as soon as you do it.

“You ain’t gotta do that,” He says, his mouth wet with your slick, “I wanna hear those pretty little moans of yours. Don’t worry about anyone hearin’ ya.”

You take your hand off your mouth and he continues on with his assault on your folds. It’s sending you into overdrive, watching him go down on you. He was so hot, splayed out between your thighs, devouring you whole.

His exploration ends with him wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking you up like a straw. You couldn’t believe how good the vibration felt.

You were feeling that heat in your stomach, so as soon as Joel slipped his hand up and began adding fingers inside you, you knew you were done for. He starts with two, fucking you slowly and systematically. He curls his fingers up like a hook, his lips still wrapped around your bud.

This was it. This is what you were missing.

Your unrestrained pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. Your orgasm hits you like a semi-truck. You reach for anything in your vicinity, which happened to be Joel’s hair and his white sheets. He didn’t let up on you as you came around his fingers, fucking you through it.

“Holy f-fuck,” You stutter, “Joel what the fuck?”

“We are just gettin’ started, sweetheart,” He states, standing up beside the bed to take his clothes off. His cock was standing at attention in his boxers before he tore them off.

Tommy was above average, but Joel was well endowed.

You gape at the view, unable to really form a coherent sentences.

“You’re droolin’,” He jokes, finding his way back on top of you. You giggle, letting the joke roll of your shoulder, instead of letting it embarrass you. He finds your lips again, kissing you roughly this time. You could tell he was aching for you, his hips finding their way between yours again.

“Oh,” You say, feeling his tip nudge your folds, “I’m on birth control, by the way.”

“I assumed so,” He states plainly, kissing your neck and chest, “Won’t cum in you unless you want me to.”

You grin, “You’re all about consent, ain’t ya?”

He laughs, “You’re in control here, baby girl. ‘M just here to get your mind off all the shit.”

You have never been so enamored by a man in your life. He was saying all the right things, but you knew in your heart he wasn’t just saying anything. Joel was a genuine guy. He never lied to you or belittled you.

The longer you’re under him the more you start to realize that this is what you’ve wanted all along.

He brings you back to reality with an feverish kiss, drawing you back to the moment. His hands trail down your side, tickling you a bit.

“Hey,” You murmur, pulling away from his delicious mouth, “I want to… I uh-“

You don’t know how to say it. To be honest, you and Tommy were in a routine with sex so you didn’t know how to ask to suck someone off. You usually just did it first to get it done and over with. But you felt like you needed to do it for Joel, not out of obligation, but because you wanted to see him squirm under your touch. You have thought about it more than once.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Let me suck your dick.”

He smiles, letting out a slight chuckle at your demand. He never thought he’d hear that coming from your mouth. He waits a second, acting like he’s seriously contemplating the offer.

Of course he was going to accept.

You sit up, giving him more space to lay down next to you. You crawl over his legs, settling between his calves. His cock was red, the veins so prominent. It was just waiting for you. He tucks his one arm behind his head, propping it up to watch you put on a show.

“Let me know if I’m doing okay,” You ask sheepishly. You wanted to punch yourself for saying something so stupid. You were never confident in your abilities and you didn’t want to disappoint Joel.

He nods, watching you grab onto his shaft with your hands, “You’ll do great, baby girl.”

You spit into your hands once you realize you need more lubrication. You crouch more, jerking him off slowly. He is already so reactive, throwing his head back against his headboard.

You begin to tease him, peppering kisses onto his shaft and tip as it leaked. You smile when you hear him hiss at you toying with him. You finally wrap your lips around his dick, sucking in your cheeks as you pull your head back. He was so big you couldn’t physically get your mouth completely down his length. He was girthy, too, which didn’t help either when it came to almost unhinging your jaw to take all of him.

“Such a good girl,” He praises, taking your hair into his grip, “You ain’t gotta take it all.”

The reassurance was comforting. You didn’t feel any pressure with Joel, which only made him more desirable in your eyes.

You watch his face twist in delight every time you take him into your mouth, wrapping his cock in your saliva.

“Keep doin’ that and ‘m gonna cum in that mouth,” His drawl is so buttery and deep, your center literally clenches.

You pull off of him, gaining some confidence in your bedroom talk.

“Need that done somewhere else.”

He shakes his head, sitting up more to manhandle you up to his lap. As you slide across his body, you feel his wet cock touch your inner thighs.

Your mouth falls open as soon as his hands grab your hips and settle you right over his length. You are on your knees on either side of his thighs, looking down at him and his absolutely spent expression. His curls were standing in all different directions and his eyes were dark with anticipation.

“Want me to do the honors?”

He grabs his cock, positioning it right below your opening. Your lips twitch upward, shaking your head positively.

He lines you up, pushing his hips upward. He is stretching you immediately, the angle making you crumble under his touch already. Your legs practically give out when he’s partially sheathed in you, which causes you just to sit and take the rest of him in you.

“Oh my fucking god,” You moan out, shutting your eyes to soak in every twitch, “I have never been this fucking full.”

Your eyes fly open, realizing what you just insinuated.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I knew he wasn’t givin’ you exactly what you needed,” He starts to guide your hips to circle his, “I give you what you need.”

You never expected him to be so confident, but it was so hot. You rested your hands on his pecks and started easing yourself up and down onto his length. His lips flick upward, watching you get yourself off on his dick. He loved watching you like this, just enjoying yourself.

After a minute, he realizes he can’t let you be the only one doing the work. You were so in your own world, riding him and feeling every inch of him. Your blissed out mind gets over taken when he grabs you and rolls on onto your back. He is on his knees as he grabs your legs with both of his hands, spreading you out. He grinds into you, his cock hitting you at a different angle now.

You moan out, reaching out to grab his shoulders. He takes the hint and dips down to capture your lips again, caging your body between his. He picks up the pace when you start to press your tongue forward into his mouth. You can’t help but whimper at how good he feels.

“You fuck me so good,” You mewl. He was panting, his hot breath fanning your wildly tangled hair. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, focusing on making you feel good. Every pump inside you brought you closer to that familiar warm feeling. He notices your heat clenching around him, which makes him want to change up his technique. He pushes off the pillows, grabbing your hips and slamming into you at a rate you didn’t know Joel was capable of.

“God, I can’t believe how fuckin’ good you feel, baby,” He pants, his thumb finding your swollen bud. As soon as he puts pressure there, you’re screaming out. “Mhm, that feel good? This cock better than his?”

“Yes, Joel, oh my god!”

He doesn’t let up. He wants to see you fall apart so bad, knowing those beautiful whimpers will send him into ecstasy.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Know you’re aching to,” He clenches his teeth, “Let go.”

You have never had your vision go white when you orgasm. It’s like you’re about to see the gates to Heaven. He holds your body, making sure to feel every nerve in your body fire off into euphoria. You don’t even know what you’re saying, you just know it’s an iteration of his name and a bunch of cuss words as you reach your peak.

You were absolutely obsessed. You knew it as soon as the come down brought back your vision and you saw Joel. He was throwing his head back while painting your insides with his cum. He looks so delicious, his entire toned upper body glistening with sweat.

He had to be the only man in the world, in that moment.

Once he pulls out, you truly realize how sensitive your core is. You shiver, feeling his cum trickling down your backside. You wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You just fucked your boyfriend’s brother. And it was the best sex you’d ever had in your life.

You thought you’d feel that all too familiar regret, but instead you just look over at Joel as he flops down next to you. He’s staring at you, a slight smirk playing on his lips. You were trying to find the right words to say to him. He just did the Lord’s work.

Do you say thank you?

“You okay,” He asks while he runs his hand up your arm, causing goosebumps to litter your skin.

You grin, “I’m okay.”

“Do you want to stay here tonight?”

He was worried you’d go home and see Tommy passed out on the couch where he left him and regret everything. He knew you would probably stay here anyway, but he anticipated you taking the guest room next to Sarah’s.

But you weren’t going to take the guest room. No, you wanted to spend the rest of the night in his arms. Maybe even go for round two.

“As long as I get to stay right here,” You purr, taking his hand from your arm. You bring it up to your lips and kiss his fingers, “Right beside you.”

END

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller the last of us #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x reader smut #brother in law joel miller #tommy miller #gracieheartspedro

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crippleprophet · 1 month

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i don’t understand how people can be so fucking cruel about people who can’t read much (including people who aren’t literate, though this post is from my experience with chronic illness). like, one of my main motivations behind posting excerpts of butch+femme writing on my main (@campgender ; it’s fine to go through my bookshelf tag but please only followers age 18+ on that blog!) is that it is fucking hard to read a full book!!

my reading comprehension & stamina decreased drastically when i developed ME, & while i’m overjoyed that i’ve recently regained a lot of that particular ability since getting blackout curtains, there are absolutely still texts i can’t even begin to parse that i once would’ve loved digging into — texts that it would be actively dangerous for me to attempt to struggle through because it would break pacing.

idk i’m not trying to be self-congratulatory here or whatever but like. the second i could access information through this means again, the focus of my (very fucking limited!!) energy has been giving it back to my people. my life has been unquestionably, deeply shaped by tumblr users who share excerpts of theory & memoir & poetry because they were providing labor of which i was in need & incapable.

finding, selecting, transcribing, formatting, & at times contextualizing passages takes a lot of fucking time & energy, but in order for me to encounter certain concepts, experiences, & histories, it’s work somebody else had to do, because i couldn’t read 200 pages of research or anthology in order to encounter the 10 that would change my life — but posted 2 or 3 pages at a time, i could save that in my drafts to get through on a good day, & quotes that were only a couple lines i could usually read right when i encountered them.

so, in memory of the years i spent unable to access theory through anything other than excerpts & secondhand summaries,

and in anticipation of the years to come where i will live the same,

and in acceptance that the brain is a muscle, in love of we the exercise-intolerant,

to you, dear reader — whatever form & frequency & duration that reading may take, even if it’s no further than this post — i make my motherfucking covenant: the issues i discuss around pulling quotes will be about the political act of the ellipse and the ethics of transcription, not shaming people for the methods of accessing information that are available to them. as often & as long as i am able, people can ask me to explain something or summarize in plain language and i will meet them with respect, interest, & effort. if someone’s looking for information on a particular topic, identity, experience & doesn’t have the energy to find it, i’m gonna give what i have towards filtering through the bullshit for the gems.

according to our abilities. according to our needs.

and the next time somebody tells you it’s not ableist to say everyone has to read [whatever work], tell them to go put their precious ability to better use in making it more accessible.

#mac.txt #continuing my trend of showing up on this blog once every couple months with an infuriated rant & then fucking off back to bed #me/cfs #reading #chronic illness #ableism

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avernusreject · 5 months

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Warning ya'll this is gonna be a long post. But please join my descent into insanity, as I deep dive into the vague wormhole that is the durge betrayal pre bg3 timeline.

Before we start, it’ll help if you have context around the faerun calendar. There are twelve months in total, each having exactly 30 days. Additionally, weeks don’t exist in faerun. Rather months get broken down into chunks of time called tendays, which you guessed is literally just ten days. If that was too straight forward for you, don’t worry, they add in five extra days to the calendar that fall outside of the months (ngl I still have no idea where these are located) to make the full year 365 days.

At the beginning of the game, the nautiloid crash occurs at 20 Eleasis. Which means, the game starts in the middle of summer. Obviously, the way you play the game is going to influence the speed of events, but for my playthrough I reached moonrise towers around 12 elient (total time being 22 days). When you get to moonrise, in Bathazar’s chamber you can find his journal that explains that Kressa (the crazy necromancer chick) managed to keep durge alive. This entry is dated “two tenday ago”. But in game, that makes no sense because we know that the nautiloid should have crashed around that point. So either Balthazar doesn’t understand how the Faerun calendar works (I mean same, my guy) or we have to change our frame of reference. I think its more likely that the implied frame of reference is the start of the game, 20 Eleasis (since the developers can’t control how fast the player goes).

If true, durge was saved by Kressa around 1 Eleasis. Her vivisections took place after this in the following days. However, durge is taken away before the end of the following tendays (at least before 10 Eleasis).

Now when you talk to Kressa in the basement of moonrise, she states that she found durge only hours after they had been given the tadpole.

In the fight with Orin, she states that when she attacked durge she carved out a hole for the worm (ignore the Half-Elf part, that's just from the moment Orin turns into durge during the pre-fight convo).

The part that we're missing is when specifically the tadpole was inserted into durge. But given how the game describes just how utterly fucked durge was, there's a high likelyhood that the tadpole was given to durge moments after their fight. Which if true, places Orin's betrayal at 1 Eleasis. Giving us twenty days till the start of the game.

The piece that threw me for a bit was this piece of the narrator's dialogue when durge examines the pod, stating that durge had no idea how much time had passed.

But the blood in the pod is still fresh enough that Astarion is able to ID it as durge & in another dialogue choice if you examine the blood further the narrator states the blood hasn't been there long enough to rot.

I think this dialogue is more explaining that durge is actively being tortured by Kressa so time feels unending (kressa being the one who put them in the pod to begin with).

I've seen in other posts that Gortash's draft memoir explains that Orin's betrayal occurred during or just around the crowning of the brain (I don't have a screenshot of that unfortunately). But we have to take that with a grain of salt because Gortash is the definition of an unreliable narrator.

Personally, I don't think he's lying though. Orin's betrayal occurred in moonrise and there's really no other reason that Orin and durge would be in moonrise that the game has provided. Not to mention, the warden explains the last time that durge was in moonrise, they never left.

I don't think durge came to moonrise more then once given the fact that the warden, who had clearly been there a while, had no clue who they were. I find it hard to believe their identity would be kept under wraps had they been at moonrise multiple times. Employees have to gossip about something.

I think its likely that Ketheric, Gortash, and Durge tamed the brain in the days leading up to 1 Eleasis (like ~20 to 30 Flamerule).

In summary, the dead three had a Phineas and Ferb summer vacation by deciding to create the cult of the absolute.

And yes if you are wondering this is how I look now.

#the durge timeline makes me want to scream sometimes #the dark urge #durge #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #enver gortash #orin #kressa bonedaughter #balthazar #durgetash

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just-aake · 3 months

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Boundless Devotion - Part XII

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha is the eldest princess of the Romanov Kingdom. As the time of her coronation approaches, she is suddenly forced to make a decision – either find herself a partner or her parents will choose one for her.

Warnings: slight fluff, angst, violence, blood, panic attack, death

Words: 6103

The prison looms ahead, enclosed by its imposing stone walls and large wooden gate at the front. The mid-afternoon sky has also darkened with the coming weather, and an unsettling tension fills the air as a light drizzle begins to fall.

As the three of you approach the prison’s entrance, Natasha stops, hands on her hips, and surveys the area with a frown.

“Clint,” she addresses him calmly, but there’s a hint of exasperation in her tone. “Where are the kingdom’s guards?”

The retired knight, who was also searching for any familiar faces, shrugs when he finds no signs of activity on the outer walls either.

“Maybe they’re taking shelter from the rain,” he suggests, though his tone didn’t sound convincing.

At that, Natasha rubs her head exasperatedly in an attempt to alleviate the small headache forming and the unease surrounding the situation.

She then turns to you with a resigned look, already knowing your response before she even asks.

“Any chance you changed your mind about going to the castle?”

You raise your brow at her in disbelief and cross your arms, silently answering her question.

“Yeah, I thought so,” Natasha says with a small sigh, looking back at the entrance. “Stay close to me, then.”

Natasha leads the way through the gates into the outer courtyard, followed by you and then Clint guarding the rear.

Like the entrance, the usual patrol of guards in the courtyard is noticeably absent, creating an eerie silence and a still atmosphere.

Turning back to Clint with a raised brow, Natasha remarks pointedly, “Still think they’re hiding from the rain?”

“I didn’t believe myself either when I said it,” Clint admits with a sigh, preparing his bow for the obviously troubling situation.

Natasha rolls her eyes and shakes her head slightly in disbelief before turning to you in concern.

“Maybe you should take my sword again, just in case,” she says, reaching for the weapon at her side.

You place your hand atop hers, stopping her and shaking your head as you decline.

“We would probably be safer with it in your hands than mine,” you remark confidently and then give her a slight shrug. “Besides, I think I still need some more practice before I’ll be of any good.”

Natasha chuckles lightly at your words before giving you a teasing smile and nudging your shoulder playfully.

“Well, I’d say you fought pretty well in that last fight…the fierce look you had on your face was especially cute.”

Your face warms at the unexpected compliment, causing Natasha’s smile to widen at the sight of your reaction.

Before you could respond, a light awkward cough gets your attention as you turn to the other member of your group.

Clint holds out a dagger in offer to you.

“Here, Lady Y/n, you can have this.”

You pause in surprise at the gesture, hesitating, before Clint gives you a reassuring nod.

“I’m more of a bow and arrow guy,” he says, raising the weapon in his hand confidently.

“Thank you,” you say appreciatively, accepting the knife and securing it at your side.

He gives you an acknowledging nod before continuing.

“Once this situation is settled, I can make you a sword of your own if you’d like,” Clint offers.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you begin to say, but he waves away your refusal.

“It’s no bother. Besides, you can consider it an early wedding gift, you know, whenever the princess here decides to find the courage to propose,” he teases, giving Natasha a pointed look, gesturing with his head meaningfully towards you.

“Clint,” Natasha says in a warning tone.

She may be used to Clint's usual teasing about marriage, but she doesn’t want you to feel pressured or embarrassed by the sudden topic.

Laughing lightly at her reaction, you place a reassuring touch on her shoulder and give Clint a firm nod, answering.

“In that case, I’d love that.”

At your response, Natasha snaps her attention to you in question, taking your hand gently from her shoulder into hers and tilting her head curiously.

“Wait, which part are you referring to? The sword or…,” she pauses at the thought of the other option, her thumb unconsciously tracing the empty space on your hand.

“…me proposing?”

In response, you hum as if in contemplation for a brief moment before leaning in slightly closer to her.

“I guess we’ll find out whenever you decide to take the next step,” you challenge with a small teasing smirk.

Natasha huffs lightly in disbelief and amusement at the reminder that you are still waiting for her to give in first.

The thing is she would readily give in right now and tell you how much you mean to her, but with you so close, she can’t seem to concentrate enough to find the right words.

Instead, she feels herself getting lost in the moment with you, caught in your expectant gaze and the thought of you being by her side, not just as her friend but also as her partner.

When your lips part slightly with a small exhale against hers, Natasha’s eyes dart down at the movement, wanting nothing more than to save the words for another time and just pull you in close so that she can finally lean in to kis—

An awkward low whistle breaks Natasha’s train of thought and the intense stare between the two of you, also causing you to pull away, much to her displeasure.

“Now I understand what Kate meant about being the third wheel around the two of you,” Clint remarks playfully.

Remembering that you two are not alone, Natasha clears her throat and refocuses on the current situation at hand, deciding the sooner this is resolved the sooner the two of you can have a chance to talk about your future.

Hopefully without any more interruptions.

“So, what do you think happened to all of the guards?” she asks for your thoughts.

You think about possible reasons for their absence before recalling Natasha’s schedule for the day.

“The security meeting for your coronation is starting soon,” you remind her. “What if they went to the castle for that?”

“Maybe, but there should still be at least a couple of them left behind…And there’s another pressing issue,” Natasha states with a deepening frown.

Clint nods in agreement to her concern, also frowning with caution, before stating aloud.

“If the guards are gone, what about the prisoners?”

Leading the way to the cell blocks, Natasha and your group enter through the doorway into the dimly lit corridor. She gets the answer soon enough as her eyes dart from one empty cell to another.

As you all continue to descend the steps deeper into the prison’s depths, leading to the dungeons reserved for the most dangerous of criminals, she eventually reaches a cell that isn’t empty.

The dim light from the torches on the stone walls flickers, casting dancing shadows on the ground, and in the far corner of the cell sits a lone figure who slowly looks up as your group approaches.

“It’s you,” Barnes’ gravely voice breaks the eerie silence of the prison.

His focus is solely on you, ignoring the other two in your company.

Noticing his gaze, Natasha moves slightly in front of you, her arm outstretched protectively as she watches the old captain cautiously.

He shifts his attention to her at the action.

The slight widening of his eyes is the only indication that he recognizes who she is. He then observes her alert stance and looks between the two of you curiously before an understanding crosses his expression.

“Relax, Your Highness,” Barnes addresses Natasha, raising his hand to show the metal cuffs and chains on his wrist.

“I'm not going to do anything to you…”

He then looks at you solemnly, continuing, “…or her.”

To her slight surprise, Natasha finds that she believes him, sensing the sincerity in his words, though she still doesn’t move from her position as she recalls your words of your earlier encounter with him.

Deciding to confront him about it, Natasha begins to ask, “If that’s true, then why did you attempt to take Y/n—”

The sudden touch of your hand on her arm stops her, and she turns to cast a questioning glance at you before noticing your eyes glance over hesitantly at the other member of your group, who has been silently observing the interaction.

Understanding your apprehensive expression, Natasha addresses him with a meaningful tone.

“Clint, could you check the guard’s quarters for any clues of where they might’ve gone?”

After a firm look from Natasha, Clint casts one last curious glance at the man in the cell before he eventually nods in acknowledgment of her words and heads back up the steps.

“Y/n…,” Barnes repeats to himself and then focuses on you again with an almost sad expression. “So, that’s your name.”

Natasha turns her attention back to him, but before she can respond, you give her arm a small squeeze in appreciation before stepping forward yourself.

You give him a single nod in acknowledgment, replying.

“It is, and you’re Captain—um—Sir Barnes…?” you end unsurely at the correct way to address him.

He chuckles half-heartedly under his breath, commenting.

“You can just call me Bucky. It’s not like I have any title or status anymore after all.”

You pause as you take in his appearance, now noticing newly formed bruises and dried blood on his face. He looked worse than when you saw him earlier, causing you to frown at the idea that he was beaten after his encounter with you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them from taking you away,” you apologize for your inaction at that time.

“No, you did the right thing,” Bucky says firmly before giving you a serious expression. “Dreykov is not someone you should cross.”

You remember their interaction with each other earlier, especially Bucky’s intense hatred and anger at the appearance of your father.

“Is that what happened between the two of you in the past?” you ask curiously, “You crossed my father—?”

“He’s not your father!” he shouts angrily, his fist slamming against the metal bars of the cell. The rattle of the chains and the impact echo in the corridor before fading back to a tense quiet.

Natasha had immediately pulled you back to her side at his action, but as she processed his words, her eyes widened in confusion, turning to look at you.

Your expression is not as surprised at his outburst as she is, your brows just pinched in thought as if trying to solve a mystery.

After a moment of silence, you finally continue.

“You said the same thing earlier. Back at the manor,” you pause, your hand clench and unclench nervously, unsure if you want to pursue the answer to the question that’s been on your mind since the first time he said those words to you.

A warmth envelopes your hand as Natasha intertwine hers with yours gently. You turn to see her giving you a reassuring expression.

Taking a deep breath and tightening your grip on her hand for support, you ask the question.

“What do you mean, Dreykov is not my father?”

“He’s not,” he asserts firmly.

“But how do you know?” you argue, “We’ve never met before until just recently. And the only thing you’ve told me is that I resemble some woman who you say is my actual mother.”

Natasha raises her brow at that information and gives Bucky an incredulous look before speaking up.

“You’re basing this on the fact that she looks similar to someone else that you knew. That’s not exactly proof of anything,” she points out.

Bucky lets out a rueful chuckle, before replying confidently, “I trained and served in the Stark Guard for almost all of my life. I’m sure I can recognize a member of their family.”

There’s a tense silence at his implication.

“Y-you can’t possibly be suggesting—,” you scoff in disbelief.

“You are not Dreykov’s daughter,” he interrupts firmly, looking at you with a serious expression before continuing without a single doubt.

“Lady Y/n, you belong to King Howard and Queen Maria — the princess of the Stark kingdom.”

Your hand falls limp in hers, almost slipping away from her grasp, as many conflicting emotions cross your face.

Natasha tightens her grip in an attempt to get your attention, but you remain unresponsive and silent, lost to your thoughts.

Natasha gives one more concerned glance at you before confronting the old captain.

“The Stark princess was killed after the war ended, along with the king and queen.”

Bucky lets out a wry chuckle, turning his attention to her, “And between you and me, who was actually there at the incident, Your Highness?”

Natasha frowns at his point.

Seeing her doubtful expression, he continues.

“If you don’t want to believe my word that the princess was still alive at that time, you can go ask your captain, seeing how he was the one to stop me before I could harm her.”

“Steve was there?” Natasha asks in surprise.

Bucky nods firmly before continuing, “And some people from the shadows appeared shortly after too. They took the baby princess and set fire to the carriage as Steve was fighting with me. When I finally did regain my senses, I was never able to track her down.”

He slams his fist against the ground in anger at the memory.

“It was just supposed to be a simple trip back to our kingdom. I didn’t expect—” he hung his head regretfully, “I couldn’t do anything to stop myself.”

You recognize the feeling of guilt, his words and expression snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Because you were controlled, right?” you finally find your voice, deciding to focus on your other suspicion that you had wanted to ask him.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise at you.

Meanwhile, next to you, Natasha tries to catch your gaze to check on you, but you avoid her eyes.

You don’t want to think about the topic of your possible identity any further. You’d rather focus on something familiar—something you know is true—the subject you’ve been researching these past months.

“Back at the manor, you blamed my fa—” you pause, closing your eyes briefly to push away the thought before continuing, “You said it was his fault for what happened to you...”

You look at him with a sure expression. “...which means you know about the Black Widow operations too, don’t you?”

He examines you with an impressed look, nodding his head in confirmation.

“Not many people are supposed to know about that,” he says, giving you an appraising look. “You’re resourceful, reminds me a little bit like your older brother.”

Feeling frustrated at the repeated reminder that your entire life may have been a lie, you step forward in anger, your hand slipping from Natasha’s grip.

“Stop saying that! I’m…I’m not—”

A manic laughter from a cell at the far end of the dungeon’s corridor interrupts your denial.

Turning to the source of the sound, you see a figure emerge from the shadows, approaching the door of his cell.

Gripping the bars tightly, he presses his face against them to look over at you.

You recognize him as the man from the cemetery who attacked you and Natasha. He is still cackling maniacally as he observes you.

“Ha…I knew I didn’t fail! I made sure that bastard’s wife and child burned to death,” the man exclaims gleefully, his eyes seeming more crazed than before as he focuses on you.

“Now I understand why that woman was so intent to get you.”

His last words catch your attention, and you furrow your brow in confusion, moving to step closer to him to question him further about who he is referring to, but Natasha’s hand on your shoulder stops you.

Standing behind you, she leans in close to whisper urgently into your ear.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/n. Let’s just go. We can investigate all this further another time.”

You turn your head slightly toward the sound of her voice, comforting and warm—real.

As you go to agree with her, the man calls out to you again tauntingly.

“You’re like me. Just another one of Dreykov's tools, princess.”

“Don’t call me that!” you exclaim, your mind reeling in sudden anger at the title.

You quickly make your way to the front of his cell, Natasha’s hand falling from your shoulder at your unexpected and swift movement.

“Wait, Y/n, stay back! Don’t get close to him,” Natasha calls out as she goes to follow you.

“We’ve got company!” Clint's alarmed voice sounds immediately afterward from above, causing Natasha to pause and look back.

With her momentarily distracted, the man pushes his cell door open violently, knocking into you and Natasha, causing her to stumble back away from you while he slams you against the wall nearby.

Your head pounds at the impact, but through the pain, you hear a distinct click, and the wall behind you begins to turn as the man roughly pushes you through the opening.

You faintly hear Natasha’s voice calling your name in panic before the trap door closes shut.

Reacting blindly, you quickly shove the man away, the force causing you to also fall to the ground as you try to regain your senses.

Pulling yourself to your knees, you cough at the kicked-up dust around you, and your vision clears slightly, though the torches on the walls don’t provide much light in the strange new area.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. It's been a while, hasn’t it, my dear?”

Your body freezes at the voice, eyes widening as you swallow nervously. You keep your gaze on the ground, as a familiar shadow appears in front of you.

“Now, don’t tell me you forgot all of my lessons already,” the voice chastises.

When you don’t move, the person makes a sound of disapproval before firmly ordering, “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Y/n.”

You flinch at the harsh tone, and slowly, you raise your head to look at the figure standing before you.

“There, that’s better,” Madam B says with a satisfied expression on her face before continuing. “What’s the matter, no greeting for your dear governess?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you manage to mutter.

She makes a show of looking at the surroundings before tilting her head mockingly at you.

“No? Well, I did help your father create this place during the war, so there’s that.”

She claps her hand once, the harsh sound causing you to flinch unconsciously.

“Oh! Or did you mean how I’m supposed to be in exile for taking responsibility for the actions you committed?”

Widening your eyes at her words, you begin to defend yourself, “I—I didn’t—”

“You poisoned the princess, didn’t you?” she cuts you off with an accusing glint in her eyes, daring you to deny the claim.

You look away at the familiar feeling of guilt forming in you, and you see your hand trembling slightly.

You clench your hands in an attempt to stop the movement, trying to remember Natasha’s comforting words from before, though it is difficult to think of anything comforting with the presence of the person in front of you.

Wanting to change the subject, you decide to ask instead, “Where am I?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out. After all, you’ve put so much effort into learning about it,” Madam B says mockingly.

Her hand harshly grabs your face to bring your eyes back up to her as she gives you a sinister smirk.

“Welcome to the Red Room, Y/n.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

You are in a state of shock as you survey the area you’ve been researching for the past months.

Stone walls enclose the room on all sides, revealing no windows or exits. Shackles and chains adorn one wall with dark stains of dried blood coating the stones and ground.

In the corner, a small desk displays meticulously organized tools and papers.

A sudden movement behind you catches your attention, resembling someone stumbling upright.

“There! I did what you asked. I bought you the girl. Now it’s your turn to fulfill your part of the deal,” the man exclaims.

Madam B’s expression turns downward at the reminder of his presence, her eyes rolling as she lets go of your face and stands up to face him.

“You think you still deserve anything from me after how you failed the first time?”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

He clutches his head with a frantic expression.

“When I heard that she was Dreykov’s daughter, my mind just went crazy. The voices, the commands, past, present, everything kept mixing together.”

He points at her accusingly, shouting in a desperate plea, “You said you would fix me if I got her to you!”

Your eyes widen in realization that he was also trying to find a cure like you, and you turn your attention to the person who he believes has it.

Madam B stares at him with a bored expression for a moment, before straightening with a sudden thought. Her expression shifts into a familiar neutral look that makes you feel uneasy.

“You’re right. A deal’s a deal,” she says in a seemingly genuine tone.

From one of her pockets, she retrieves a small vial and offers it to him.

“This should make those voices stop and clear out any commands stuck in your mind.”

He takes it from her quickly, and suddenly, you recognize the vial in his hands.

“Wait, don’t!” you exclaim, but it is too late.

He has already downed the entire contents of the vial.

You slump defeatedly and watch with wide eyes as he begins to cough uncontrollably, falling to his knees as blood pours from his mouth.

Madam B moves to stand over him with an indifferent expression as he coughs and groans.

“You really should’ve just left with the others when that lord came for them,” she chastises, shaking her head.

You furrow your brows in suspicion at her words, trying to figure out what she meant.

Someone else came by earlier?

You are brought out from your thoughts when the man cries out painfully.

Looking back toward him, you see that Madam B is now pressing the heel of her shoe against his body. She tilts her head casually, observing his reactions before commenting.

“The pain is mostly in the beginning,” she states casually as if she was just reading from one of her lecture notes. “In a few minutes, you should feel your body weaken as your organs slow, one by one, until eventually…everything stops.”

He groans and glares at her, "Lying, vile wench..."

She sneers at him, pressing down harder, “You wanted those voices to disappear? Then this is the cure that I can give to you.”

Once he begins to convulse, she removes herself from him with a satisfied expression, deciding to leave him to his impending end, and turns her attention back to you, giving you a pointed look.

“Take note, Y/n. That is the proper way to administer the full dosage of a poison,” she lectures.

Stunned, you are unable to respond.

She observes the horror on your face and then comes closer, bending down to eye level with you.

“Don’t feel bad for him, dear. He was a failure from the start, one of the first few subjects of the Black Widow operations,” she clicks her tongue in disappointment.

“Not surprising — failures are to be expected when one experiments on the complex minds of people.”

Madam B continues, her hand reaching out to touch your face.

“No, unlike him and those other disappointments, you are my perfect subject.”

Pulling yourself together, you smack her hand away and scramble back to your feet before pulling out the dagger at your side and pointing it at her in a warning.

“Don’t call me that! I’m not yours,” you exclaim.

“Oh, Y/n,” she says sympathetically, but you can detect the insincerity in her tone. “You've always been mine — mine to raise, to teach, to experiment...to control.”

As she straightens, she casually waves her hand in the air as she explains.

“You see, we couldn't use the original method on you since the scars and wounds from the torture would raise suspicion, especially after you befriended the ever-observant princess.”

You glance at the man curled up on the ground, still trembling in pain, and see the multiple faded scars on his exposed skin as she described.

“Then there’s that disgraceful conditioning method that I had to create for that arrogant lord,” she scoffs derisively, shaking her head. "Of course, I wasn't going to give him complete control, just something temporary. A quick shortcut method for larger batches of subjects to be controlled in a short period of time."

Your brows furrow at the mention of this other lord again, but then you realize what she means by temporary control.

"Oksana's attack in the tournament," you say, "...that was you."

Madam B tuts in denial at you, waving her finger in reprimand.

"I just provided the resources, my dear. Whatever happens afterward is not my concern.”

She waves her hand dismissively.

“No, none of that compares to the years I dedicated to you — molding you into my perfect little spy.”

Her words cause you to deepen your frown and swallow nervously as you argue, “I haven’t done anything like that for you.”

"Oh?” Madam B says, raising an amused brow.

“Then explain how I knew about you researching the Black Widow operations and the Red Room despite not being near you this past year,” she challenges.

You hesitate, your confidence wavering as you try to come up with an explanation.

Madam B seems to notice your uncertainty, a knowing smirk appearing on her face.

Her hands cross behind her back, in the same manner that she always does before beginning any of her lessons with you. She begins to walk towards you slowly, unbothered by the weapon you have pointed at her, as she continues.

“That’s right, Y/n. Whether you remember or not, you’ve always given me any information that I requested and then some.”

As she moves closer to you with each step, you find yourself also stepping back to maintain your distance while she continues to speak.

“I know all about your search for a cure. Your interactions with the royal family. Your little charade with the princess. Oh, and my favorite…”

She stops and gives you a menacing grin.

“...how is that magical servant of yours faring these days?”

Your eyes widen in shock at her question, and you stumble, your back hitting the cold stone wall.

The hand holding the dagger lowers slightly in disbelief.

Taking a moment to take in the fear on your face, Madam B grins with satisfaction before waving her hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry. Her true nature and your correspondence with me with me are my secrets alone. Your father is not aware of anything I don’t want him to know.”

Her words provide a slight relief, knowing that Dreykov does not know about Wanda.

However, the mention of him leaves an uncomfortable feeling in your chest, reminding you of the unsettling revelation from earlier.

“He’s not my father,” you find yourself muttering unconsciously under your breath.

At that, her eyes glint in interest, and she gives you a slow and deliberate clap.

“Clever girl, now when did you learn about that?” she asks with intrigue.

Her nonchalant response to your revelation fills you with dread about the validity of the information when you realize she is not fazed or surprised at all.

The uncomfortable feeling in your chest intensifies, and you've never wished for Natasha's comforting presence more than now.

Unconsciously, your eyes glance at the opposite wall where Natasha and the others are located.

Madam B follows your gaze and then makes a sound of understanding, assuming you were answering her previous question.

“I see…that old captain is resilient; I give him that. I was sure he would be unconscious for much longer after I had finished with him.”

Horrified by her words, you recall the new injuries on Bucky.

“You’re the one who did that to him?” you ask.

Madam B makes a bored sound, rolling her eyes, “Don't concern yourself over him. He's just another brute soldier in Dreykov’s collection. You, however, are much more interesting — my proudest creation.”

Disgust crosses your face at the possessiveness of her words, but then again, you would rather have her focus remain on you than harm anyone else in your life.

If she truly knows every secret of yours, then you and the twins are not as safe as you previously thought.

“If you’re just interested in me, then leave the twins out of it. They are not a part of any of this,” you reason, raising the dagger threateningly at her.

Madam B scoffs, letting out a mocking laugh.

“Please, the most that the boy is useful for is running simple errands.”

Your glare intensifies at her dismissal of Pietro, but she brushes it off.

“As for the actual special one, as much as I would love to pick apart that girl’s mind, she can’t be a part of the operations,” she reveals.

Furrowing your brows at the information, Madam B sees your questioning expression and continues lecturing haughtily while she returns to making her way closer to your position.

“People with innate magical abilities tend to be…” she pauses and frowns as if remembering an unpleasant thought. “...stubborn. Some sort of strong mental barrier that protects their mind. There are even a rare few stronger ones who can affect the minds of others.”

You adjust your grip on the handle of the dagger nervously, recalling Wanda using her powers against the guard’s mind earlier.

But that was the first time you ever witnessed her use her powers in such a way, which means Madam B doesn’t know the extent of her abilities yet.

Distracted by your thoughts, you're surprised to find Madam B now standing in front of you, the weapon in your hand still positioned between the two of you.

“Nevertheless, weak or strong, having a sorcerer by your side is always useful. And if I can’t control her,” she reaches out toward your face possessively, “then I might as well control the person who she will follow.”

You take in a shaky breath through your clenched teeth.

For some reason, the air in the room seems to be getting heavier, and your body and mind slowly feel more sluggish.

“It’s not going to work,” you manage to mutter out, each word taking much of your strength to say.

“You failed the last time you tried to control my actions.”

“Did I?” she asks mockingly.

You don't respond, finding it difficult to open your mouth against the heavy air.

Madam B raises her finger to her chin as if in thought at the memory.

“That was the first time I attempted to extend my control beyond having you collect information. Dreykov didn’t believe that aspect of control would work for you, but I knew you would follow my command.”

She gives a nonchalant shrug, “And you did, albeit half-heartedly. Unfortunately, that cunning action of yours that saved the princess led Dreykov to force me to take the fall as punishment for attempting it without his permission.”

She then focuses on you with a thought, examining you with interest.

“Perhaps, telling you to poison the princess was not specific enough. I wonder…if I tell you to stab her in the heart, would she survive then?”

Her words send a jolt of fear through your body.

Glancing down at the dagger in your hand, you see that the tip of the blade is positioned at her heart.

If you just force your hand forward, you can stop this—stop her—from making you do such a thing to Natasha.

“You’re not going to do it,” Madam B states confidently, easily reading your thoughts.

“Despite all my attempts, you don’t have it in you to kill anyone. That’s why you need me. To help you do the things you can never bring yourself to do.”

You shake your head slightly, but you know she’s right. Whether from your own hesitance or the heavy air, you can’t seem to move your hand at all.

“Now, shall we try to kill the princess properly this time?” she asked with a menacing smirk, placing her hands on your shoulders tightly.

“Kill her and become my perfect subject, Y/n.”

“Don’t,” the pleading whisper falls out of your lips, even as you begin to feel a fogginess and harsh ringing begin to pierce your mind.

“Remember what I’ve taught you, Y/n. About loyalty, compliance, and devo—”

A sharp gasp escapes from Madam B's lips, interrupting her.

Your eyes had shut closed from the pain in your mind, but slowly, it began to fade.

You shake your head, attempting to clear your senses, but Madam B's voice seems to echo in your clouded mind, even though you don't actually hear her anymore.

When you finally open your eyes again, the first thing you notice is something wet and red on your hands.

Is that…

You turn your hand slowly as you examine them.

…Blood?

You recoil back against the wall in shock and realization. Panicked, you look up from your hands and take in your surroundings.

You are still in the Red Room.

Looking around, a silent gasp escapes your lips when you spot Madam B’s body lying on the ground in front of you, a small pool of blood forming under her, and the bloodied dagger at your feet.

You try to remember if your hand had reacted and moved during the process, but the only thing that fills your mind is the feeling of being frozen and the fogginess as whisperings of Madam B's voice linger repeatedly in the back of your mind.

A painful cough catches your attention, and you look toward the sound, only now noticing the man from before lying a short distance from Madam B’s body.

From his position, you realize he must have gathered enough remaining strength to sneak behind Madam B and push her into the dagger.

His eyes are half-lidded and tired as he stares at you, a small smirk on his bloody lips.

“There…now the voice will stop…for both of us…” he ends with a soft exhale as his eyes finally close shut.

The quiet and stillness of the air in the room is suddenly disrupted by the sound of labored breathing.

Your still-cloudy mind searches your surroundings for the source when you realize that it is coming from you.

Each breath you take feels more suffocating than the last.

Realizing you are in a state of panic, you instinctively bring your hand to your chest in an attempt to soothe your rapid heartbeat, but the sight of the blood on your hand causes you to freeze instead.

I did this

As you look at the bodies at your feet, the terrifying thought and guilty feelings returns to your mind, repeating as if in reprimand.

The sound of a click interrupts your spiral, causing you to look up as the trap door opens again.

In the next moment, Natasha comes rushing in, calling your name.

Her voice is muffled against your ears, but the sight of her brings you a tiny feeling of relief in your mind.

You open your mouth to call for her when Madam B’s voice suddenly appears in your mind.

If I tell you to stab her in the heart, would she survive then?

You freeze in fear, and her name gets stuck in your throat.

Natasha spots you near the far wall and begins to swiftly make her way over to you, causing your eyes to widen in panic.

You quickly raise your hand out in a stopping gesture at her, panicked words falling from your lips.

“Stay away from me!”

Natasha stops in her tracks, halfway across the room from you, and a flash of hurt crosses her face at your words.

Through the slight pounding in your head, you feel your heart break at her expression, but still, you make yourself take a step back away from her, pressing further against the wall behind you to increase the distance between the two of you.

Your voice shakes fearfully as you repeat your words to her.

“Just…stay away…”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Series Masterlist : Boundless Devotion

a/n: Thank you for reading! Sorry about the long break, but hopefully, the next one should not take too long to complete.

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antimony-medusa · 3 months

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MCYT on Ao3 — January '24

The state of MCYT on Ao3, just for fun. Yes I do this every month, I like numbers. This time the period we're covering will include many holiday exchanges, so I'm excited to see if that's represented!

The Cube SMP (8 works)

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (10 works)

iDots SMP (23 works)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (27 works)

Legacy SMP (28 works)

Cogchamp SMP (29 works)

Content SMP (30 works)

Epic SMP (32 works)

Art of Survival SMP (36 works)

Dominion SMP (38 works)

Shady Oaks SMP (49 works)

X Life SMP (51 works)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (54 works)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (56 works)

Bear SMP (60 works)

SadSMP (66 works)

My Inner Demons - Aphmau (Web Series) (67 works)

Mer SMP (82 works)

Area Unknown SMP (89 works)

Kaboodle SMP (91 works)

Tortillaland SMP (115 works)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (135 works)

New Life SMP (169 works)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (174 works)

WitchCraft SMP (182 works)

Pirates SMP (213 works)

Rats SMP (234 works)

SMPLive (295 works)

SMPEarth (304 works)

Mianite (Web Series) (379 works)

Outsiders SMP (393 works)

Afterlife SMP (395 works)

MindCrack RPF (504 works)

MyStreet - Aphmau (Web Series) (543 works)

Evolution SMP (693 works)

Minecraft: Story Mode (Video Game) (824 works)

Karmaland SMP (842 works)

Fable SMP (1,012 works)

Lifesteal SMP (1,546 works)

Origins SMP (1575 works)

The Yogscast (3,215 works)

Empires SMP (6,408 works)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (7,375 works)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (10,336 works)

Hermitcraft SMP (20,093 works)

Dream SMP (85,051 works)

Minecraft (Video Game) (110,119 works)

Video Blogging RPF (279,422 works)

Some notes:

No new tags that I saw this month, though as always I could have missed something! As you can see, we already have quite the assortment of canonized tags.

Fics are still primarily in english, but we have three exceptions with significant spanish fics. Karmaland (740 of 842 are in spanish, from 731 last month), Tortillaland (110 of 115 are in spanish, the same as last month), and QSMP (752 of 7,375 are in spanish, from 668 last month.)

QSMP also shows 39 fics in French, up from 30 last month, and 405 in Brasilian Portugese, up from 375 last month. While I did not check every language this month, I checked on the languages I knew had a fic in QSMP and we see 1 fic in ASL (probably a misclick as it appears to be in english), 1 fic in Bahasa Malaysia, 1 fic in German, 1 fic in Esperanto, 1 fic in Filipino, 5 works in European Portugese, 5 fics in Русский (Russian), 1 fic in Suomi (Finnish), 1 fic in Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese), and 3 fics in 中文-普通话國語 (Mandarin Chinese, I believe), all the same as last month. New is two fics in Polski (Polish), one fic in Svenska (Swedish), and one fic in Dansk (Danish).

In the small and micro fandoms (under 200 fics), some of the most active small fandoms have grown out of this category so we only saw small amounts of growth. The standout fandoms all saw an increase of 6 works, and that was a tie between Content SMP, New Life SMP, and Witchcraft SMP. Note that Content SMP was coming up from only 24 works, so 6 new works is an increase of 25% of the fandom, truly impressive.

In the midsize fandoms (200-1000), Fable SMP has broken that 1000-fic mark and can no longer qualify for our standout fandom! Instead, our most active fandom was Evolution SMP, with 33 new works, followed by Mystreet with 20 fics and Minecraft: Story Mode with 24 fics. Mystreet and Story Mode are both new fandoms so it's unclear whether that's people retagging old work or true new fics.

For the post-canon big fandoms: Empires went up by 178 works, singificantly more than last month's 117, but not beating the previous month's 240, and Dream SMP's increase of 918 beat the previous month's 767, but is still only the second time I've seen this fandom fall under a thousand works plus a month. Hermitcraft is between seasons right now, but still experienced that holiday exchange boost, as its increase of 784 beat both last month's 574 and the previous month's 651. For active fandoms, traffic series posted a staggering 831 fics, which is its highest ever number, beating April 2023's 671 fics. QSMP saw 865 fics, which is part of a three month decline (894 last month, 913 the month before), but still posting numbers that are only exceeded by DSMP.

Overall, the number of fics posted under Video Blogging-RPF (the umbrella fandom that contains all MCYT) is 4,223 fics, a significant increase from last month's 3,489, and the previous month's 4,035, but still exceeded by October's record 4,702. Notably, it's higher than the summer numbers and almost exactly the same as the number we saw last January, 4,235 new works.

Detailed breakdown under the cut

The Cube SMP (8 works, 8 last month, 0-fic increase)

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (10 works, 10 last month, 0-fic increase)

iDots SMP (23 works, 22 last month, 1-fic increase)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (27 works, 27 last month, 0-fic increase)

Legacy SMP (28 works, 28 last month, 0-fic increase)

Cogchamp SMP (29 works, 29 last month, 0-fic increase)

Content SMP (30 works, 24 last month, 6-fic increase)

Epic SMP (32 works, 32 last month, 0-fic increase)

Art of Survival SMP (36 works, 36 last month, 0-fic increase)

Dominion SMP (38 works, 33 last month, 5-fic increase)

Shady Oaks SMP (49 works, 47 last month, 2-fic increase)

X Life SMP (51 works, 50 last month, 1-fic increase)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (54 works, 54 last month, 0-fic increase)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (56 works, 54 last month, 2-fic increase)

Bear SMP (60 works, 59 last month, 1-fic increase)

SadSMP (66 works, 66 last month, 0-fic increase)

My Inner Demons - Aphmau (Web Series) (67 works, 64 last month, 3-fic increase)

Mer SMP (82 works, 80 last month, 2-fic increase)

Area Unknown SMP (89 works, 87 last month, 2-fic increase)

Kaboodle SMP (91 works, 87 last month, 4-fic increase)

Tortillaland SMP (115 works, 115 last month, 0-fic increase)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (135 works, 134 last month, 1-fic increase)

New Life SMP (169 works, 163 last month, 6-fic increase)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (174 works, 169 last month, 5-fic increase)

WitchCraft SMP (182 works, 176 last month, 6-fic increase)

Pirates SMP (213 works, 195 last month, 18-fic increase)

Rats SMP (234 works, 229 last month, 5-fic increase)

SMPLive (295 works, 286 last month, 9-fic increase)

SMPEarth (304 works, 289 last month, 15-fic increase)

Mianite (Web Series) (379 works, 373 last month, 6-fic increase)

Outsiders SMP (393 works, 374 last month, 19-fic increase)

Afterlife SMP (395 works, 390 last month, 5-fic increase)

MindCrack RPF (504 works, 503 last month, 1-fic increase)

MyStreet - Aphmau (Web Series) (543 works, 523 last month, 20-fic increase)

Evolution SMP (693 works, 660 last month, 33-fic increase)

Minecraft: Story Mode (Video Game) (824 works, 800 last month, 24-fic increase)

Karmaland SMP (842 works, 824 last month, 18-fic increase)

Fable SMP (1,012 works, 945 last month, 67-fic increase)

Lifesteal SMP (1,546 works, 1,461 last month, 85-fic increase)

Origins SMP (1,575 works, 1,541 last month, 34-fic increase)

The Yogscast (3,215 works, 3,213 last month, 2-fic increase)

Empires SMP (6,408 works, 6,230 last month, 178-fic increase)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (7,375 works, 6,510 last month, 865-fic increase)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (10,336 works, 9,505 last month, 831-fic increase)

Hermitcraft SMP (20,093 works, 19,309 last month, 784-fic increase)

Dream SMP (85,051 works, 918-fic increase)

Minecraft (Video Game) (110,119 works, 438-fic increase)

Video Blogging RPF (279,422 works, 4223-fic increase)

#MCYT on Ao3 #Ao3 #stats #fandom stats #DSMP #QSMP #Hermitcraft #Trafficblr #qsmp

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ultrone · 10 months

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𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 ┊ 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝗃𝖾𝖿𝖿'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

synopsis (request). shauna comes over to jeff's place to hook up, completely unaware that his younger sister, you, are home too. she gets mad at him for saying he was home alone, since you obviously realized that they're having an affair. shauna begs you not to tell jackie about it, and you agree, but only under one condition.

cw. himbo jeff, cheating, shauna's first time with a girl, minors dni; smut with plot, power bottom reader, soft top shauna, corruption (?), strap-on use, cum-filled strap, riding, oral.

wc. 4.4k

It was 10:30 pm. You were lying on your stomach in bed, enjoying a lollipop and flipping through a magazine you had purchased earlier in the day. As you listened to music playing from your speaker, you suddenly heard a knock at the door. However, you chose to ignore it and continued with your own activities.

A second knock followed.

"Jeff, get the door!" you called out to your older brother, but received no response. Another, louder knock echoed through the house.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered with annoyance, rising from the bed and making your way downstairs towards the door. As you approached the door, frustrated with your lazy brother for not answering it, you muttered under your breath, “asshole.”

Your parents were not home that day as they were both away on a business trip for two days. This meant that the person at the door was either one of Jeff's friends or the pizza you both had ordered earlier.

As you unlocked and opened the door, expecting to see Randy, you were taken aback by a pair of big, mesmerizing brown eyes—belonging to Shauna Shipman. Shauna was the best friend of your brother's girlfriend. You often spotted her around university, hanging out with your brother's group of friends or in the hallways, but the two of you had never spoken before. It's not like you had a reason to, considering they were two years older than you. You also knew of her because Jackie frequently mentioned her when she came over, but that was the extent of your knowledge about Shauna.

But now, as she stood right in front of you, you began to realize how pretty she actually was—something that had never crossed your mind before. Her big brown eyes were beautiful, with a hint of melancholy lingering within them. Her lips were plump, soft, and had a gentle redness to them. Her hair was pulled back, with two strands gracefully falling on either side of her face, framing it perfectly. She wore a white shirt layered with a dark red flannel on top, along with ripped jeans and black converse shoes. If you had known she looked like this all along, you would have definitely tried to hit.

Why is she here, though? Are Jeff and her even that close?

Just as you were about to speak, a voice came from behind you.

"Shauna! Hey!" Your brother responded, accompanied by his characteristic charming smile and tone.

You turned around and stepped aside, so as not to be in the way.

"Hey, Jeff," Shauna greeted him with a smile, although she seemed a bit tense, as if she hadn't expected you to be there.

"Come on in," he said casually. "This is my younger sister, Y/n. I'm sure you've seen her around," he added as Shauna entered and Jeff closed the door behind her.

"Yeah... Nice to meet you, Y/n," she replied with a forced smile, still showing traces of uneasiness on her face.

"Hey," you greeted with a fake smile.

"Well, we're heading upstairs to work on a project. Can you open the door for the pizza when it arrives?" Jeff said, gesturing for Shauna to follow him up the stairs.

"Work on a project, huh?" You chuckled incredulously. You weren't sure if it was the overpowering scent of his cologne, the fact that he had just showered, or simply that it was already 10:30 pm on a Saturday night. But you knew for certain that those two weren't going upstairs to study. Poor Jackie, you thought. You and Jackie only interacted when Jeff was around, and you were aware of her apparent sassy demeanor at school. However, she had always been kind to you, and you appreciated her. You also knew how much she cared about Shauna. So, the fact that your brother and she were up to who knows what behind Jackie's back made you sympathize with her.

Shauna paled at your words, realizing that she had messed up—she knew that coming over to Jeff's house was already a huge risk, and now you had caught her in the act. When Jeff mentioned that his parents were out and he was home alone, she certainly didn't expect you to be there.

"Uh... what?" Jeff responded, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "Just because I have an academic alert doesn't mean I don't study," he retorted.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, rolling your eyes at his feeble attempt to cover up his lie.

"Anyway, get the pizza," he instructed, before finally heading up the stairs, with Shauna following closely behind.

Leaning against the front door, you sucked on your lollipop slowly, observing them with narrowed eyes as they made their way to their destination. As Shauna reached the last step, she turned to glance at you, concern evident on her face, but quickly averted her gaze back to Jeff and continued following him.

"I can't do this," Shauna said abruptly, breaking her kiss with Jeff and getting off him, hastily putting on her shoes.

"What's the problem?" he asked with a puzzled expression.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me your sister was here?" she asked, annoyed, trying to keep her voice down.

"Because it doesn't matter," Jeff replied dismissively, as if Shauna was being unreasonable. "You two don't even know each other, so what's the big deal?" he added nonchalantly.

"You don't know what the big deal is? Are you kidding me?" Shauna asked incredulously. "She knows Jackie, Jeff. What if she says something?" she said, her words laced with deep concern.

"She won't," Jeff assured her, his tone overly confident.

"Stop being so damn casual about it. Do you even care at all?" Shauna questioned, her frustration evident.

"Well, if you were so concerned, maybe you shouldn't have slept with your best friend's boyfriend in the first place," he retorted.

"Fuck you, Jeff." Those were Shauna's parting words as she slammed the door behind her, making her way to the bathroom outside. She needed to wash her face, feeling suffocated and unable to think clearly.

Shauna locked the door behind her and turned on the sink, allowing the cold water to flow. Placing her hands on the sink, she took deep breaths, attempting to regain her composure. Rolling up the sleeves of her flannel, she splashed her face with water, trying to clear her mind and focus on the sensation of the cold water against her warm skin.

Feeling calmer now, she started to contemplate her situation. She couldn't afford to let Jackie find out, she just couldn't. She had to ensure that you wouldn't utter a single word. Determined, she decided that she wouldn't leave the house until she was certain that she had convinced you to keep quiet.

Knowing Jeff, he was probably going to end up jerking off and taking a nap until you woke him up for the pizza's arrival. That gave Shauna enough time to sort things out and talk to you. Taking another deep breath, she dried her face and hands, then stepped out of the bathroom, resolute in her decision to find you.

However, it didn't take her long because the moment she stepped outside, she ran into you. You were walking towards your room with a plate full of piping-hot pizza. Of course, you intended to let the rest of it cool down before informing your brother that the pizza had already arrived. It was the least you could do to honor Jackie—letting your brother chew on a dry and soggy microwaved slice of pizza.

"Had a good time?" you asked teasingly, finding it funny how Shauna was clearly shitting her pants.

"It's not what it looks like," she responded defensively.

"Oh, really? So, did an evil vacuum attack you? Or is there another reason for that mark on your neck?" you inquired sarcastically, chuckling as you observed her hurriedly trying to cover it with her hand—a clear sign that she hadn't noticed it when looking at herself in the mirror.

With that, you left her standing there, looking foolish, and made your way to your room. Closing the door behind you, you settled onto your bed. Picking up the remote control from your nightstand, you turned on your 16-inch Sony TV, positioned right in front of your bed. As you flicked it on, MTV appeared on the screen, and you decided to leave it there, in the mood for watching some music videos.

Just as you were about to take a bite of the delicious, piping-hot pizza you had been eagerly waiting for, you were taken by surprise when your door suddenly opened and someone quickly stepped inside, closing it behind them.

"Uhh… Come on in, I guess," you said, looking at Shauna with a clear expression of confusion, slowly moving the pizza away from your mouth and placing it back down on the plate.

"Can we talk?" she asked, her expression serious and filled with concern.

"Well, since you're already here," you replied suggestively, gesturing for her to start speaking.

"I just..." she began, unsure of what to say. Letting out a sigh, she continued, "Look, I know how this looks, but please, don't tell Jackie," she pleaded, getting straight to the point.

"About what? That you're sleeping with her boyfriend?" you responded challengingly, raising your eyebrows—an unexpected retort.

Taken aback by your blunt remark, she replied with embarrassment, scratching the back of her neck. "Y-yeah," she stammered, clearly flustered.

“And why should I do that?” you asked, slowly sitting up on your bed.

She approached, standing in front of the bed frame, trying to gather her thoughts. Just as she struggled to respond, you spoke up again.

“We’re not even friends, and if anything, I’m closer to Jackie. So, what do I gain from helping you?” you questioned, shifting from a sitting position to kneeling, slowly moving towards her, directly facing her standing figure.

"Don't think of it as helping me, think of Jeff. If you say something, you'll ruin his relationship," she urged, attempting to sound convincing.

You chuckled, confusing her with your response. Helping Jeff? Yeah, right. Destroying him sounded more like something you would want to do. Deep down, Jeff wasn't a terrible person, but he was incredibly dumb and purposely annoying. Despite his charm, he could be a real jerk at times, bossing you around and treating you more like a maid than his younger sister. You were tired of his bullshit. So, you started to contemplate things.

Jeff clearly didn't care about his relationship. Well, maybe he cared a little, mostly for appearances. Being popular himself and dating the soccer team's captain seemed like a good look. But you knew that as soon as you ended his current relationship, he would find another girl in no time. However, destroying his little affair? That would truly crush him. It wasn't because he cared about Shauna, but rather because cheating on Jackie with her best friend gave him a sense of power and superiority. By unraveling this secret and possibly exposing it, you would strip away his most treasured source of validation. And that's exactly what you planned to do.

You wouldn't act immediately, though. No, you would be cautious. You knew that it wouldn't be enough to expose him; you needed him to know that all along, while he thought he was getting away with his little scheme, you were right there, secretly enjoying it as much as him. So, with confident yet cautious hands, you slid your hands to Shauna's sides, gripping her belt loops, slowly pulling her a bit closer, and you spoke.

“I think I know a way you could keep me quiet,” you said, your thumb gently brushing against the line of her jeans, grazing her skin, while your breath mingled with hers.

Nervous yet intrigued, she replied in a trembling whisper, "And what would that be?"

"This," you declared, pulling her closer by the belt loops and sealing your lips together in a bruising, intense kiss. Your tongues immediately mixed together, and you could feel Shauna’s breath increasing as her hands found their way against the sides of your face. As her soft lips moved against yours, you grasped her face with one of your hands, pinching her cheeks and gently pushing her away to catch your breath. Locking eyes with her, you held the intense gaze for a moment.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said hastily, your eyes dilated as you looked at her, mouth partially opened.

Under different circumstances, Shauna would have declined. Despite fucking Jeff frequently, she wasn't the type to sleep around casually; she had always been somewhat reserved. However, she felt trapped. It was either this or risking her friendship with Jackie. Nevertheless, if she were being honest with herself, she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. She had never been with another girl before, but the thought had been lingering in the back of her mind for a while now, though she had always been apprehensive about exploring that aspect of herself. However, here you were, presenting her with an opportunity to experiment, and not only that, but you were also undeniably attractive. And to be honest, you were a better kisser than Jeff, she thought. So, without further hesitation, she pulled you back into another addictive kiss, this time with a bit more force, causing the both of you to fall onto the bed.

As your mouths continued to explore each other's, you gradually moved further up until your head rested on the pillows. Her lips seemed to grow in intensity as her thigh wedged between yours and began pressing against your center. Slowly rubbing against it, you started to take off her flannel shirt and then her shirt, discarding them on the floor. In response, she assisted you in yanking off your pajama shirt which joined the other pieces of clothing.

You moaned into her mouth as you felt her cool fingertips graze your skin, slipping beneath the fabric of your bra to caress and tease your nipples. You hastily unbuttoned her jeans before abruptly halting, a wave of desire blossoming in the back of your mind.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you glanced to your left, reaching out to open the nightstand’s cabinet and rummage through its contents. As you did so, Shauna's eyes fixated on the exposed, tender skin on your neck, and could not help but start giving it sloppy kisses, gently nipping and sucking at it as her fingers kept playing with your now swollen nipples. She was enjoying this a bit too much.

"Here, put this on," you instructed, handing her the double-ended cum-filled strap-on. She pulled away from your neck and looked at it with wide eyes, obviously never having seen one before. You couldn't help but find her puzzled expression endearing, deciding to help her out.

You asked her to take off her jeans, which she did immediately, dropping them on the ground. You were sitting on the bed with your legs wide open, with her kneeling between them in just her lingerie. Your hands moved to her waist, grasping it as you started placing slow and sloppy kisses from her chest down to her abdomen. Then, your hands moved down to her thighs, beginning to rub against them in a gentle yet seductive manner.

Shauna's fingers were intertwined in your hair, her face hovering above yours. As her breath hitched and she pressed her lips together tightly to stifle any moan, she could feel the dampness of her underwear beginning to grow.

You reached the hem of her underwear and slowly caressed the flesh right above it with your tongue, before biting down on the fabric. You used your hands to push down the sides, exposing a large, dark, damp area in the middle.

"You're so wet," you murmured against her skin as you tilted your head to look up at her. You gave her one last kiss on the abdomen before sitting back up. "That's good," you said, helping her slide off her underwear. Taking advantage of the closeness, you whisked away the clothes that were still covering each other's bodies, throwing them onto the heap of clothes on the floor.

You tenderly held her shoulders and guided her to lay down on the bed, positioning her legs with your hands and pushing them apart so you could get a glimpse of her glistening, wet cunt. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight.

You grabbed hold of the abandoned strap-on and slid it up her legs. "Are you ready?" You asked, looking intently at her nervous yet intrigued stare. She nodded, indicating that she was ready. Once she was ready, you gradually inserted the toy inside her, making her moan at the delicious stretch. You then wrapped the strap around her waist to lock it in place.

Her brown eyes were dilated, filled with desire as they locked onto yours. Her cheeks were flushed, and she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle any sounds. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her physique was truly captivating; all that soccer practice had certainly paid off.

The sight of her already sweaty, toned body glistening and her muscles slowly contracting with anticipation ignited a burning sensation in your center, and you felt as if waiting another second would cause you to burst into flames.

You climbed onto her body and aligned your opening with her cock, letting yourself sink onto it. “Oh fuck—,” you groaned as your walls stretched out and adjusted to Shauna’s girth inside you. At the same time, she felt the other end of the strap deliciously pressing against her cervix, and bit down on the back of her hand to muffle her moans. She then reached out for the bed sheets, gripping them tightly and releasing a low groan.

Once your walls adjusted to fit her cock snugly, you held onto her shoulders for stability and moved up and down at a swift speed. Every time your body fell on the faux cock, the other end went deep inside her, moving against her tight walls and hitting her right on the g-spot. "Y'like this, huh?" you breathlessly inquired, shifting the intensity of your thrusts from shallow up-and-down motions to deeper front-to-back movements, gliding your palms from her shoulders down her collarbones. She could only moan and nod in agreement, her attention firmly locked to the sensation of your grasp around her throat and the pleasure of having her body penetrated.

She released her white-knuckled grip on your bed sheets, and instead placed her hands on your breasts. Her fingertips caressed them with a light touch while she rolled your nipples between her thumbs and fingertips. As you kept riding the length of her cock, moving your hips back and forth to pleasing effect, you felt yourself getting stretched more and more as she pushed deeper inside of you. Slippery smacking noises echoed off the walls, and you couldn’t believe Jeff was still sleeping through it. “Mmh- feels so fuckin’ good,” Shauna let out in pleasure. It had never felt this good with your brother, it was like losing her virginity all over again, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Your vision began to fuzz out as Shauna changed the pace, gripping your hips to hold you in place and thrusting with aggression. You felt every inch of her slide in and out of you with ease, your slickness running down your legs and onto her abdomen. Your breaths became shallower and faster as her cock stroked against your g-spot and kept thumping against your cervix over and over. "I-I'm gonna cum," Shauna uttered breathily, her eyes glazing over and her mouth agape, tongue nearly falling out. Her hips were moving rapidly as her motions became more desperate and sloppy. You released her neck and put your palms on top of hers, grasping them firmly as you attempted to keep up with her movements, making them deeper.

“Don’t cum yet, wait for me,” you begged as warmness spread throughout your body from her relentless pounding. “I want you to fill me up as I cum,” you pleaded with a desperate edge to your voice, but the thought of filling you up made her lose control right away. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” she cried out with a final push, her eyes fluttering as a warm liquid oozed from both sides of the strap-on. As you were filled up, your body tensed and your clench tightened around her girth. You threw your head back in pleasure as her thickness surged through your walls and her hands clung to your waist.

Exhausted, you let your naked body collapse onto hers as you both laid there, cockwarming the strap. You remain still for a few minutes, allowing your breaths to slow down.

When your heart rate became slower, you placed your hands on either side of her head and slightly lifted yourself up, gazing down as she blearily opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, glistening with sweat, and her lips quivered.

“I told you not to cum yet,” you said in a low and husky voice.

“I’m sorry,” she answered sheepishly, unsure of what else to say.

You reached out and ran your hand gently along her cheek, then lightly stroked her lower lip with your thumb. “I want you to clean me up,” you said as you moistened your own lips, making it clear that this was not a request but rather a statement.

Shauna despised how Jackie would boss her around, making her feel like a lapdog, a mere sidekick. It truly got on her nerves. However, your self-assuredness and the way you confidently took charge aroused her. You were instructing her on what to do, yet you also empowered her to carry it out in her own way. You were guiding her, yet she felt in control. And she absolutely loved it.

Your lower body rose until the faux penis was entirely out of your pussy, cum dripping from it. You crawled upwards on Shauna’s body, until your legs were on either side of her face, and your glistening wet pussy and thighs were facing directly at her. The lack of experience evident in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it," You tried to give her some assurance, letting her know you would help her out. Her body seemed to ease up under your words.

She took the lead and embraced your thighs with her hands, pulling you closer as her hands stroked your thighs. You responded by pressing your hips downward and settling your pussy over her open mouth. And her lips immediately began to kiss your cunt passionately with open-mouthed kisses, taking in every inch of your wetness.

With each kiss, she seemed to become more confident, pushing her tongue further into you as she ran it up and down with long strokes. Her hand moved from your hips to cup your ass, pulling it closer to her mouth in between licking sessions. She expertly explored every inch of you with her tongue, leaving you breathless.

Not long after, she began circling your clitoris with the tip of her tongue, sending shivers down your body. "Fuck Shauna," you moaned out, "you're so fuckin’ good at this," you said, making her moan at the praise. You pushed your pussy impossibly closer against her mouth, wanting more of her lips and tongue against your clit. The vibrations of her moans cursed through your clit like electricity, making it spasm with need. You grabbed the back of Shauna's head as she lapped hungrily at your most sensitive spot, crying out as the orgasmic energy built up inside of you.

Your body quivered as the orgasm finally hit you, and your grip on Shauna's hair tightened further with each wave that crashed through your being. You gasped for breath as the pleasure raced through, until finally it started to ebb away. She released you from her grasp, but not before giving one final kiss to your still quivering inner walls.

After the bliss of your orgasm finally subsided, Shauna pulled away and looked up at you with a satisfied smile. "Was that good?" she asked timidly, her voice husky from exertion. You could only nod in agreement, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Without a word spoken between you both, you shifted and laid down beside her on the bed. You snuggled against her body and watched as she slowly undid the strap around her waist and slowly pulled it out of her pussy. Her breathing gradually returned to its steady rhythm as she laid the strap on your nightstand.

Once you had finally calmed down, you reverted back to your usual sarcastic demeanor. "You were better than I expected," you joked.

"Fuck you," she replied, playfully nudging your arm.

"No, but seriously, you were amazing," you said sincerely, turning to look at her and giving her a gentle smile.

Your words made her heart flutter, and just as she was about to respond, you interrupted the sweet moment. "You were good enough to keep me quiet for a while, at least until we meet again," you said, causing her eyebrows to raise in surprise. “What? Don’t tell me Jeff makes you feel this good,” you remarked, staring at her with a serious expression.

"Of course he doesn't. He lasts like 3 seconds and then falls asleep," she replied with a chuckle, causing you to burst into laughter.

"Of course he does," you replied, both of you laughing at his expense.

Silence fell between you again as you lay side by side, finding comfort in the quietness, both of you gazing up at the ceiling. Shauna turned out to be nicer than you had initially thought; she was growing on you. Despite the complicated situation with Jackie and your brother, which had led you to think of her as a bitch, you realized she was actually more reserved than you had assumed.

"Hey," you spoke up, catching her attention and making her turn to look at you once more. "Do you want to stay the night?" you asked shyly, "It's already pretty late," you explained.

A faint blush tinged her cheeks, barely noticeable, as a fluttering feeling returned to her chest.

"The pizza arrived an hour ago. We can watch a movie and finish the whole box before Jeff wakes up," you suggested, a mischievous smile crossing your face. "He'll get so pissed," you chuckled at the thought.

She laughed too. "Sounds good, I'm in," she replied, giving you a gentle smile.

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COLLIE DUTY

TWENTY-TWO — clearing up mistakes

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

WARNINGS: none :D let me know if there are some idk missing words to sentences. sometimes my brain processes the sentence but when I reread it, it doesn’t have the word but I swear I wrote it down😭

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as you threw on your outfit that you had decided for the ‘date’, or whatever jake asked you, you had stepped in front of the mirror and snapped a quick photo.

posting it right on your Instagram story that was very much public to everyone. it wasn’t disclosed but you had a decent amount of following but nobody saw your face, just your body. you had wanted to keep it a secret because you know, private stuff.

your friends knew about the account. heeseung even joked about you looking like some faceless model with the way you took pictures of yourself. quite suggestive poses, very little clothing but you just wanted to express yourself because why not love yourself?

“shit, I should leave.” you didn’t even think to cover your face when you posted that photo on your account. you had quickly made it out of your apartment and went downstairs to see jake’s car waiting for you.

the moment you entered the car, you see jake looking at his phone in shock. you had peeped at his phone a little. then it hits you, you posted that pic without covering your face. jake’s eyes slowly met with yours.

“sir.” it was the only thing you could mutter out.

“you’re the faceless model that I was looking for?” he says.

you were confused. no seriously confused, “what do you mean, Mr.Sim?”

“I wanted to possibly reach out to this girl to collab for the new collection that we’re going to send out to a designer brands competition and sign her up for a contract.”

“oh.”

“you’re her?” jake says still in shock.

“is it that shocking that I am her?”

“no, not at all. it’s just that…I didn’t think you’d pose in such positions.”

“I just post this for my own pleasure. it’s fun to dress up and take photos.”

“(name).”

“yes, Mr.Sim?”

“please be the model for our ‘JS collection’.”

“Mr.Sim, I don’t exactly want to be a model. I’m already your secretary and it’s something I have been focusing on for the past 4 years.”

“I know but this would be a great opportunity. You’re pretty and you definitely fit the vibes of our new collection, it’s perfect.”

you can’t help but blush when jake called you pretty.

“Mr.Sim-”

“also dropped the ‘Mr.Sim’. I already told you when it’s just us call me jake.” jake demanded said.

“okay, umm jake. I really don’t think I can do it.”

“then what if I reward you with something if you do it?”

you deadpanned at him, “jake, I am not Layla.”

“I’m not using the ‘good girl’ tactic like you’re a dog. I’m serious, I’ll reward you with something good.”

“what is this something good?”

“tickets for like a holiday? You deserve it after working long hours as my secretary and also…for hearing what you did back in office.”

“oh.”

holy shit, sound the alarm sim jaeyun is apologising.

“yeah, I was supposed to apologised at the restaurant once we got there but since we’re already here in my car talking, I think I should apologise first.” jake takes a deep breath.

“look, I understand what you heard isn’t exactly what any normal person should hear in an office space. let alone a CEO’s office. you’re also my secretary so it was unprofessional to let that happen considering your desk was also near me. I’ll be honest, that part slipped my mind. I forgot we’re both not in two different offices. your desk is like at least 10 footsteps away from my office.” jake was about to ramble on more but you had cut him off.

“jake.”

“yeah?”

“it’s fine. I understand you have your little scandalous activities you wanna do. moreover, you’re well, someone attractive so like it’s only more normal for you to have fun.”

jake shakes his head, “let’s forget about this and have dinner. I’m sure after a long day of working, you need some good food. of course, this is also a token of apology for the umm things you heard.” jake starts up the car and starts to drive.

it was great to have this whole thing be cleared up and jake apologising. it made you feel warm on the inside, hearing jake be soft-spoken and kind to you was a change. You liked this version of jake and if you were being honest, you liked the view beside you right now.

jake holding onto the steering wheel with one hand, slick back black hair with a few pieces of hair falling onto his forehead. His black suit tucked into his pants, the black slacks he wore, one of his sleeves folded up his hand. His arm exposed that showed off the black Galaxy watch he wore on his wrist.

God the arm veins…

Your inner conscious was screaming at you. Sim Jaeyun was definitely out to murder you. you don’t even know how long you’ve been staring at him for.

“We’re here.” Jake says as he parks the car at the front of the restaurant. He goes out of the car to pass the keys to the staff there and then opens the door for you.

“Let’s go, my lady.” he says in a deep voice. You swore you just got a whole shiver down your spine which is why jake went to open the back door of the car to grab his jacket and wrapped it around your figure.

“you’re not talking, are you in shock?” he snickers. “if you must know, I have never brought anyone to some fancy high end restaurant before.”

“oh…” was the only thing you could say.

jake chuckles before softly grabbing your hand, “let’s go, it’s cold out here.”

which was how you found yourself being dragged by jake into the restaurant where the food was extremely expensive and really divine. definitely a meal for the rich.

a/n: HELL🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ I am sat! jake do be very hot for apologising and knowing what he did was very wrong and if you think that they are gonna start dating, THINK AGAIN🙄🤚🏻 I gotta drag this story for a little longer

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Chapter Nine - After you confess you hope your boyfriend cheats on you, your lips find themselves a bit too close to Miguel's. Ch 10

“I hope he sleeps with Kasey.” The words come tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them, and the look on Miguel’s face would almost make you laugh if you didn’t feel so terrible about what you just admitted.

“Y/N, what?” Miguel asks, dumbfounded, blinking rapidly at you.

“I hope he sleeps with her, then I’d have a legitimate reason to break up with him.” You explain, hoping it makes you sound less insane.

You’ve thought about this a lot, almost getting excited when he goes out with his friends, secretly wishing he’d call you drunk and confess so you could make a big scene, dump him, and move on. No one would blame you; no one would say you made up reasons not to like him, the cheating would be reason enough.

“Mi dulce, any reason is legitimate, if you’re not happy, you need to do what’s best for you.” Miguel says.

And you know he’s right, but you still can’t accept it, can’t put it into motion because for all the times you hated Todd there were times when you loved him.

“I know, but it would be so much easier if he just cheated.” You ball up your burger wrapper and tuck it in the bag you both were using for trash. “Maybe I should just cheat, then I can say I had to end it with him out of remorse.”

Miguel turns his head, putting his milkshake next to yours in the cupholder, his pupils blown wide, attempting to take in as much light as possible. “It would technically be easier.”

“But I really don’t want to be a cheater or at least not an active one, it feels worse to go into it with the intention of cheating.”

Your brain unhelpfully supplies you with memories of your dream, of Miguel on his knees, between your legs, begging you to come for him. You look at Miguel, he’s still in his work clothes, you both are. Your mouth fills with saliva at the thought of what hides behind those black slacks, the thick outline you glimpsed for only a moment.

“Everyone has different definitions of cheating, though, have you discussed them with Todd?” Miguel asks, shifting his weight, his legs spreading a bit wider.

You feel like a total horndog for the way your eyes flicker down to follow the movement.

“Not really, besides the obvious, sleeping with someone else is cheating.”

“What about other things?”

You tilt your head. “Other things? Like porn or…?”

Miguel chuckles, “no dulce, such as kissing, sharing a bed, a drink, or oral, those other things.”

Another flash of memories, of the way Miguel rutted into the couch, his tongue, and fingers curled inside you, thick dark hair beneath your fingertips.

“Oh um, for me, I think most of those would be cheating? I guess it depends on the context, besides oral, which obviously that’s cheating.”

He leans forward, curious, his full attention on you, and it’s nice. He hasn’t looked at his phone once, though Miguel isn’t often on his phone when you two spend time together, you appreciate that about him. How he always acts as if there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with you. “In what context would sharing a bed be okay?”

“I feel like if there’s no other bed, and the floor is dirty or crowded. One person on top of the blankets, the other under, both clothed.”

He nods, and he’s closer now, you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the thick lashes surrounding them. “Makes sense, a drink?”

“Well maybe it’s just me, but I share, food, drinks, I don’t mind letting my friends have a taste of what I’m having, or ordering. So, as long as it’s just a sip, or you know, sharing water when there’s no other water to be found, I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

Miguel gently brushes a lock of hair back from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment, sliding down until his wrist rests on the crook of your shoulder, his warm hand cradling the back of your neck.

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart skipping a beat, eyes dropping to his lips, your fingers digging into his white button-up shirt.

“And a kiss?” His words are soft, slow, hushed, and time stands still, his thumb caressing the nape of your neck keeping you grounded.

“Maybe during a silly game, if I was there, and knew that nothing shady was going on, or you know to comfort someone you kiss them on the cheek or the forehead or…” You trail off, head tilting subconsciously, eyes fluttering.

“Or?” Miguel asks, his own eyes half lidded.

“I don’t know, I never really liked kissing, so—”

“You have not been kissed well, then.” Miguel is a mere hairsbreadth from you, lips brushing against yours with each word.

“I don’t think I have been.” Your voice has a breathless tone, you can hear it, but you don’t care. You’ve always loved the kissing scenes in books and movies, but kissing Todd felt off, felt wrong, you never felt a spark or even any semblance of satisfaction from it.

Miguel’s voice rolls over you, rich velvet, warm melted chocolate, honeyed wine, and a gentle summer breeze all wrapped into two sentences, which ensnared your senses. “Mi tesoro, ¿puedo besarte? Solo una vez, lo necesito.” Trsl: My treasure, can I kiss you? Just once, please, I need it.

“You always do that.” You whine, voice still soft like Miguel’s, too afraid to shatter the moment.

“Do what?” He asks, and you can feel his smile, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Speak Spanish to me, and then never tell me what you said.” Your free hand disobeys you. It should push you away from Miguel, but instead it tangles itself in his hair, keeping you further anchored to him.

“Engañarlo conmigo, bésame, fóllame, lo que quieras, por favor. Aceptaré lo que sea.” His tone is desperate, and you feel his lips press to your skin. But not where you want them, just to the corner of your lips, then your cheek, your nose, your closed eyelids. Trsl: Cheat on him with me, kiss me, fuck me, anything, please. I’ll take anything you give me/I'll accept whatever.

You can’t stop yourself, the emotions of the day overtaking you, your frustration with your failing relationship, your desire for Miguel, for the gentleness he shows you. Screw it, if it doesn’t work out, you’ll go get a job with Kasey, she seemed nice enough.

“Miguel, will you kiss me?” You internally cringe at how needy you sound, but when Miguel exhales, and captures your lips with his, you don’t care how you sound.

It’s perfect, his lips are soft, smooth, warm. He keeps to short pecks, lingering brushes, and when you tug on his hair pulling him closer, he moans against you deepening the kiss. The sound like that of a cello, deep and full, piercing through your skin and finding a home between your ribs.

The world turns upside down, a fervent need filling you, but Miguel refuses to hurry, to give into your demands. He is slow, languid, careful, your head is spinning. He tastes like the strawberry milkshake he was drinking, and you can smell his cologne, your brain finally, blissfully quiet.

A harsh knock on the window behind you startles you, and you jolt away from Miguel.

“Hey lovebirds, pack it up.” A security guard with his large flashlight stands outside Miguel’s car.

Miguel raises a hand and give the man an apologetic smile while reality sinks in around you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I have to leave.” You say, running a hand through your hair, trying to push Miguel’s arm off you.

Miguel tightens his grip on the back of your neck, not to scare or hurt you, but to keep you in place. “Y/N, y/n, y/n, slow down, it’s okay.”

“No, Miguel, I—we shouldn’t have done that, I know what I said, but I—”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anybody, this doesn’t have to change anything. I was just comforting you, yeah?” He smooths his hand down your arm, eyes soft, tone reassuring.

You purse your lips and nod. “Yeah, yeah, sure that’s—I should go.”

Miguel hums in acknowledgment, and slowly removes his hands, unlocking the door for you.

You scramble out, grabbing your things, face burning, stomach churning, sick with a strange cocktail of arousal and guilt. “I’ll, uh, I’ll let you know when I get home?”

“Please do.”

You hold the car door for a moment, “and Miguel, thanks for dinner, and… for comforting me, it was really nice.”

That Don Juan smile is back. “Anything for you.”

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