#'Leave nothing left for him to marry. Leave nothing but the skin over my bones' that's Them

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Hello world wide web. Please take a moment to collect your thoughts, gather yourself into the present. Breathe in, breathe out. Now imagine Louis and Lestat watching Moonstruck (1987) together

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crazy, crazy for loving you

Summary: Loss can make people go insane. (Yandere! Miguel O’hara x Yandere! Fem! Reader)

MINORS DNI

Warning: They’re both insane and a bit immoral. They are both very, very unstable people. This is a dark story of mutual obsession. (Mutual Non-Con Voyuerism, Mutual Masturbation, P in V, Swearwords, Mutual Stalking, Mutual Non-Con Spying, Oral (F receiving), Dark themes, Cockwarming) YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS ON YOU AND YOU ALONE!

When you see him, it's hard to keep your hands at your side and not run to him. It’s hard not to look at the man that wears your dead husband’s face and not weep like a baby. But you know it isn’t him. No, this man with the war in his eyes and fangs of a beast is not your Miguel.

But, God – God, did you wish it was. 

So, yes, you were quick to agree to be apart of his little operation. Quick clipping the gizmo onto your wrist. The Spiderman logo spread along your torso like some awful red target. He knew your name, but it was obvious that you didn’t exist in his world. If you had, you were sure they would have been together. No. The you of his world was dead, like the him of your world. It was darkly poetic. 

Lyla had taken a liking to you – his AI. She unintentionally helped you keep track of him; you didn’t stalk just keep track. 

Then it happened. The fine click that had truly sent your observing of Miguel corrupt into something else, something darker. 

Something had caused the collapse of your world. It was a war, much like the great Titan on EARTH-199999. Your world crumbled before you; you already didn’t have much left after the death of your Miguel but now you had nothing left. 

When the collapse of it came, you were not on the battlefield with the other Avengers. You had been in the cemetery, fingers clawing into Miguel’s grave – determined to bury yourself in there with him. The cold mud coated your hands and body, knee digging in. You were about two feet deep, mad with intent. 

“Y/N?”

The word stilled you. It was Miguel, you turned your head in a horrible hopefulness. Disappointment settled on your shoulders, in some half-mad frenzy, you’d thought it was your Miguel. But it wasn’t it was Miguel.

“Leave me alone.” you growled. “My world is dying.”

“You don’t have to.”

I died when you did.

“I’m right here, Y/N.”

“No.” you muttered, fingers in the dirt. “You’re below. I’m getting you out.”

A warm body dropped down, covering your back and pushing you forward. You wiggled and fought but felt a pinch at the side of your neck. Your mania subsided, a false peace overwhelming you. Before you knew it, you collapsed in the mud. 

It had taken weeks of manic behaviour. They had to sedate you to get you to calm down – barricade and and chain you to stop you from attacking. You’d gone mad. 

When Miguel came to visit you, you’d taken a turn for the better. 

“I heard you broke Spiderman 8077’s jaw.” Miguel doesn’t seem amused. He stands over you – through the fizzing cage that electrocutes you everytime you touch it. You can’t bring yourself to snarl or fight. You look at him – flesh, bone, hope. 

“He tried to make me forget.”

Miguel flinched. “He suggested something to help you sleep.”

“If I sleep, I forget him.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Miguel’s tone was soft and low. You closed your eyes and imagined being home in your apartment, the record player on and rain falling. Miguel dancing with you, dipping you low and laughing on your skin. 

The daydream dissolves when you hear the click of your cell open. His voice of stone ordered; “Lay down.”

Instinct, really – the way you move to the cot and wiggle until your back hits the wall. The bed shakes as Miguel’s massive frame sets itself on the bed. He held you, pulling you close. He smelt like your Miguel. Felt like him too. But were all rugged edges compared to the softness of the man you were married to. Your fingers threaded in his hair, snagging a few by accident to bring them to your nose. You tucked some strands into your suit. For later.

For the first time in years, sleep came to you with ease. With that ease came the confirmation of what a gift reuniting with this different Miguel was. You had a second chance. Now, it was time to make use of it. Properly.

***

Miguel had started watching you when your world collapsed and you’d transition to his universe. Now, it wasn’t that he hadn’t been stalking – following – shit – observing you before. He’d just wanted you to get used to the Universe first. Ensuring you had a good identity, a day job and income. 

You’d been grateful. So, very grateful.

He imagined that gratitude as something baser, raw and trembling. But he knew not to test the hand of fate. Yet he hungered for you. The devotion you’d shown to your husband, a version of him, was indescribably delicious. He wanted that for himself. Wanted you, all tears, all love. Each aspect of you a memorising thing; greed flooded him at the thought of claiming you.

It seemed like fate to offer you the guest room of his apartment. He hadn’t used it in years, and it was a waste not to let you in. You’d jumped at the opportunity – a perfect gift. You didn’t know what you were doing to him. Yes. Having you in his house, showering, eating, naked, open – mierda!

 He took a deep breath to cool himself down. You were still at the dorm quarters of HQ, significantly more sane than you were a week ago when the two of you first slept together. Your scent still lingered in his mind. Lilies and cucumbers, fresh and vibrant. Thick and rich, god – he wanted more of that. More of the security of holding you. More of having you have him. The feel of your body curled into his, the softness of your silk skin breaking the delicate thread of his self-control. 

Miguel looked at the room he’d allotted to you. Climbing to a corner to screw in a non-reflective camera. Getting you here was the first step and he was a patient man. Miguel had to make sure the apartment looked lived in. Making sure that some floorboards creaked, chipped at some paint on the walls, and ensured there was a leaky faucet in the guest bath.

His watch dinged. Fifteen minutes away. 

Lyla flickered into existence. “Wow. This violates so many laws.”

“Didn’t ask.” he grumbled, wrenching open a panel of the wall to place a listening device.

“You get that for free.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Anamolly on Earth-7834, they need backup.”

“There are thousands of other Spiders to call.” He placed a nail between his teeth, hammering the panel back on.

“Yeah, well, Y’N asked for you.”

That made him pause. Swearing, he hurriedly put the panel back and suited up, tapping his gizmo and falling into a different dimension. 

***

You only felt a little bad for deceiving Lyla. 

Sure, Miguel would probably be pissed when he found out that you had lied and made his AI lie to him with some clever coding but it would be worth it in the end when the two of you were finally together. You just couldn’t get out of HQ unnoticed without some sort of distraction. So, you figured what could be better than calling in a favour with a friend you’d made while traversing Universes? Felicia was more than willing to play the part, ever wanton for chaos. 

She helped you cause a minor anomaly which sent off enough of the Spiders off and allowed you to sneak into Miguel’s apartment. You looked for the master – the only room with a photo in it, one of him and his passed daughter. It broke your heart to know the pain he’d experienced. But you knew you were here now and more than willing to provide comfort and a new child. You’d even let him name the first one. 

You weren’t here for that. You were here to plant a few presents. Sticking to his bedroom ceiling, you planted a camera in the corner, near his closet. In his bathroom, by his shower and mirror – you planted another one. 

Time was limited. You knew the false alarm would only give you a short time. Before you left, you went through his closet, nose dug into his clothing and inhaling his scent. Sandalwood and oud. God, the earthiness sent a shiver down your spine. Unable to control yourself, you snatched a T-shirt and left through the window. You have five minutes left until your proposed arrival. Five minutes until Miguel consensually lets you into his home. 

Foolish boy.

If only he knew what you had in store for him. 

***

Miguel hurriedly returned home. Frustration laced his sojourn, as he tried to figure out just how Lyla had mistaken you calling out the anomaly of you being there and requesting his help. It was probably some bug. A minor thing he would fix after he greeted you. 

One minute left.

He was cutting it close, climbing through his window and showering as fast as possible. He hadn’t even had time to dry himself off when the doorbell rang, pulling clothes on with wet skin. 

“She’s here!” chimed Lyla, a little too cheerfully.

Miguel rolled his eyes. “No soy sordo, Lyla.”

When he opened the door, you were standing there with just two bags and a smile on your full lips. Eyes fluttering up at him with thick lashes and a soft look; “Hey.”

“Come in,” he welcomed without preamble. Miguel purposefully kept the space for you to pass narrowly. You were shorter than him and plush as you passed, buttocks jamming him slightly as you turned your back to pass in. Your toes shoved behind your feet to slip out of your shoes without him asking, he forgot for a moment that you knew him, even if it was another version. There were parts of himself you probably knew better than anyone did.

That made him excited. 

“Your apartment is lovely.” You said earnestly. “Where do I put my bags?”

He moved to you, taking the bags and walking ahead to lead you to the guest room. It wasn’t bad. A queen-sized bed and all other necessities for a room. Miguel gestured to the opened door, “That’s the bathroom.Might give you some trouble but you’re welcome to use me – I mean mine anytime.”

You didn’t seem to catch him fumbling – ayúdame dios – walking around the room to get a better view. In the dim light, you looked fantastic, the neon of the outside shining on your skin and the expanse of your perfect skin exposed in those tiny shorts you wore. 

Jealously bloomed in his chest. Had you fucking worn those on your walk here? How many people saw you? How many men had seen you in this way? Feral rage gripped him. Miguel set your bags down in the doorway, stepping back before he did something violent. 

“You eat yet?” the question came out as a snappish growl which seemed to startle you. He cringed. He didn’t want you to fear him – he just wanted you to know your place as his. 

Your brows furrowed. “You good, Miguel?”

“I’m dandy, princesa.”

A delicious blush bloomed on your skin. The honey was not enough to stop it from beaming forward. He wanted to drag his tongue down – to see how far this blush went. “I-I haven’t eaten yet.”

He smiled a slow, easy grin. “I’ve got some food in the kitchen. Eat with me?”

“Sure.”

Dinner went by slowly. Not in an awkward manner but it was agonising all the same. Agonsing to watch you sit across from him, agonising not to touch you, agonising not bit into your flesh and claw into your pussy with his hard cock. 

His patience wore thin but he maintained. 

The two of you had drinks afterwards, sitting on the couch until it grew too late. You yawned, hands stretching to the ceiling and pointed breasts jotting out through the cotton of your tank top. Your hoodie was abandoned somewhere. He eyed the pleasant curves of your body, the grooves that came from you being Spider-Woman and the softness that came from your natural figure.

“I’m gonna take that shower.” You announced. “Thank you for letting me stay with you, Miguel…I really appreciate it.”

Could you appreciate it with your mouth around his cock? “Of course. Anything for you. Y/N.”

You smiled prettily scampering off into your room. Miguel wasted no time in heading to his own, pulling up a camera feed from your bathroom. He sighed, watching you undress. You were humming along to something, hips shaking and hands running down your body. 

He raised his hips, shoving his sweatpants down. His half-hard length plopping out. Fingers encircled the base, rubbing up and down as he watched you move. 

You stepped into the shower and he switched the cameras. You sodded your body up, perfect nipples hard and hand slipping between your thighs. You rubbed yourself frantically. Rolling your nipple under your palms as you humped your fingers. 

Miguel turned the volume up, his own cock coated in his special essence as he watched you. His hand became frenzied, tighter as it took him closer to an orgasm. His peak came as your voice sounded the last thing he expected to hear. 

His own name. 

“Meirda…Y/N…you want me too, baby?” He coated himself, groaning as you slumped on the video. You shook off your climax and finished showering, stepping out with a glow. He restarted the video, turning the volume louder – thankful for his soundproof room. 

The knowledge that this wasn’t one-sided set something off in him. He threw his head, stroking himself from top to bottom. Desire coiled in his belly, like a snake ready to pounce.

Who was he to deny your wants, princesa?

***

Your fingers rapped on Miguel’s door somewhere close to midnight. You’d timed it perfectly. Your fearless leader hardly slept anyway so you were sure you wouldn’t be intruding. After all, you were sick? Weren’t you? The pills weren’t working, you needed to sleep. You hadn’t slept properly since that night. Lies concocted to make it all work. You just had to maintain your facade of innocence. 

You smiled, thinking of Miguel’s little performance for you on your camera. You’d seen him stroke himself over and over at some random video feed. You saw his thick seed spurt out. Saw the girth of his length twitch to life. Fuck. You wanted that. 

“Y/N?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse with sleep. You softened your face and frowned. “Did I wake you up? I’m so sorry…I just couldn’t sleep and you’d helped me that night…”

Ever generous, he opened his door wider to let you in. He’d changed form his earlier sweatpants. No doubt it was covered in his own spunk. A shame, really. “Of course, come inside. I’ll get another blanket for you.”

“Oh no.” You showed him the lilac blanket you’d brought with you from HQ. “I have my own.”

“Hmm.” He led you to the bed and slipped behind you to spoon you as easily as he had that night. You hummed, wiggling against him. You made sure to throw your blanket on both of you. You heard Miguel groan behind you, his body shifting and arms holding you close.

The synthetic material was interwoven with your pheromones, wired to set Miguel off. That night he had slept with you, you had plucked hair enough to get his DNA to pattern it so that it made him rut like a beast in heat. It was a chance you were taking. It would only work if Miguel wanted you too – if only a little You grinned, smiling as your payment boiled up. Miguel would be yours, it was what was best. 

Even if he didn’t know it yet.

Hours passed. You laid awake listening to him torture himself. Your patience grew thin. Why didn’t the idiot just hold you down and fuck you yet? “Miguel?” You whispered. “Everything alright?”

He murmured in Spanish, nothing clear enough for you to even hear. His hand, large and spanning, set itself on your hip. 

You ground your ass into his crouch. “Miguel?”

“Cállate princesa,” he growled in a tone that made your toes curl. An excited smile spread across your face. “I need to take a walk.”

That made your smile drop. “Now? It’s so late.”

He didn’t say anything, his weight lifting from the bed as he went to hurriedly dress. His back turned to you as he tried to be modest. Your eyes dropped to his round ass. Was he really going to go out and fuck some bitch after you did all the work? Not on your watch. 

“Miguel,” you dropped your tone, low and purring. “Come back to bed.”

He turned his head, eyes red as they flickered over you. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

Was he afraid of losing control? How adorable. You sat up, letting the blanket fall from you, the muscle shirt that was three sizes too big fell off your arm exposing an entire breast to him. You were being desperate but you’d be damned if he wasn’t going to rearrange your guts tonight.

He paused, staring at you. You almost grinned. That seemed to do it. 

He dropped the t-shirt he held and crawled over to you, pressing his forward to your as he inhaled your scent. “Tell me this is real.”

Oh.

You desperate thing. How I will devour you, How I will keep you. “It's real. I need you, Mig. I want you.”

His lips slammed onto yours. Tongue piercing the seam of your lips to kiss you fully. His hands pawed at your body, grabbing and groping at everything. Your sleep shirt was ripped in half as he claimed total access to your body. Your hands touched him everywhere, settling on the hump of his buttocks, pulling it close to your hips. You rubbed your bare crouch against his sweat, humping him with blind need. 

Miguel pushed you back, your head hitting a pillow as you watched him take his cock out. The fat, beautiful thing you’d been dreaming about riding since you met him. There wasn’t anytime for preamble – you wouldn’t suck the beautiful thing just yet. 

He stroked himself for a moment, red eyes boring into you as he lowered his face between your legs. Miguel ate you sloppily. Lips smacking and tongue licking, he sucked your swollen clit, pressing his index in and out of your weeping pussy. 

You gripped his head, arching your back as your thrust your hips up, truth spilled from you: “Eat me so good, Miguel. Fuck, you don’t know how long I wanted this.”

He was too busy enjoying his meal to respond. The lewd noises making you tremble as much as the act. Miguel’s fangs brushed against your folds, before he fucked your pussy with his tongue, pressing his dampened fingers to rub your clit as he licked your insides. 

Clenching around his head, your mouth spewed all manner of dark desires, the height of your arousal squirting all along his face. Words failed you as he continued to worship your pussy with his mouth and fingers. 

He raised his head for a moment. His left hand cupped your tit for him to suck while his other fingered you to your second orgasm. Thumb rubbing your clit in precise circles as he bit and sucked your areola. Faster than the first, you mewled your orgasm out on his fingers. Miguel let your nipple fall, watching you as he sucked his fingers dry. He sat on his hunches, leaning back as you writhed, quivering pussy begging for more. Begging for his cock. 

“You look pretty like this princesa, pretty falling apart in my bed for me. You want me to fuck you now? Want me to spread this pussy wide? Want me to make you fucking bawl? Beg for it, baby.” His face read of cruelty while his lips purred to you. You watched helpless as Miguel looked down on you. One of his hands stretched forward to your wanting hole and slapped it. You whimpered. He grinned and slapped it again. 

“I want you to know something before I fuck you,” he whispered, leaning forward, mushroom tip brushing along the seam of your slit. “You’re mine, princesa. You’re my puta. My perra, zorra. Mi amor. Mi todo. And I’m greedy, so when I fuck you – know that it's all over. I become your world and you become mine.”

You bit your lip. The words fell like poetry in your haze: you were truly made for each other. Did he even know how perfect he was for you?

“Ye…s.” You croaked out. “Yes, Miguel.”

His hips snapped, bottoming out into you so hard you screamed against his laughter.

***

Was this heaven?

Miguel had long since thought he was banned from such a place. Long since thought salvation was removed from him. But right now, while he held your waist and fucked his cock into you – he knew he had found it. You looked divine. Your mouth agape and hands rubbing all over him. Your breasts, bounced and full as he made his mark in you. He wanted every groove of his cock known by your pussy. His cock was to be imprinted, moulded into you. You were to know no other but his by the time he was done fucking the common sense out of you.

“My pretty cock dumb, princesa.”

You hummed, heels digging to his ass as his hips snapped. You squeezed him tight but he knew he was leaving marks on your body as he fucked you into his mattress. “Gonna keep you on my cock every day. You'd like that wouldn’t you, perra?”

“Love t-that.” Nails scrapped his back. “G-Gonna cum.”

He could feel that in the tightening of your pretty cunt. The slimy stickiness of your desire echoed in the room, he pinched your nipple making you cry out. “I know, princesa. Do that for me. Cum on my cock.”

Miguel felt your climax, wet and whimpering. You cried beneath him, overstimulated as he fucked you. He fondled your breast once more, hand going between the two of you. He rubbed your sensitive clitoris, smirking as you moaned from the ache. “Good girl. So pretty crying like that. Think you can go again?”

You shock your head, tears forming in your eyes. He felt his balls grow tight but kept at your clit. You shuddered at another shockwave. Finally, he thought leaning forward to cover you until your breasts smashed against his chest. His own release came, loosening the taut feeling that had centred his whole body. Miguel’s hips jerked, making sure his seed took its rightful place in you. 

When he tried to roll off, you kept him on. He looked at you questioning.“Don’t want any to drip out just yet.”

“No chance of that,” he muttered, kissing your neck. His hips jerked, as he found himself in a slow rhythm. “I’m not nearly done with this pussy yet.”

***

“I don’t think I’ve ever visited this universe.” you pointed out at one of the monitors. It was an Earth without a Spider-persona filled with cannibals. 

 Miguel looked to your side and grimaced. “Fuck no.”

You rolled your eyes. “What’s the sense of me being here if not to go to unknown places?”

Miguel huffed, hand sneaking under the skirt of your dress. “Princesa, you came here because you saw me talking to a female Spider-persona and then insisted on warming my cock for the rest of the afternoon.”

“So?” You waved your hand. He was lucky you didn’t her to that universe. Perky little bitch was looking a little too googly-eyed at him. “Maybe I was bored. You ever thought of that?”

“You can always go back out on the field.” He suggested.

You snorted, rolling your hips to make him hiss. His cock twitched, surrounded by your leaking cunt. “The last time I went on a mission I thought you were going to kill my poor partner.”

“He was being a little too friendly.” 

“Honey,” Miguel’s hand slipped inside the front of your dress, popping out your full breasts as he slowly rocked up into you. “Peter from Earth-997845 is very much engaged to Johnny Storm.” You wouldn’t mind going out again but you were so comfortable living simply with Miguel and helping him manage HQ. Who was he even talking to? He hadn’t gone on a mission for the months you two had started seeing each other either.

“You’re a hyp–” he stood up, making you bend over the desk, your breasts hitting the cool metal, he pressed the side of your face down as he slowly plunged in and out of you. “–ocrite.”

“Me?” He grunted, hands going up and down your sides as he took his time dragging his cock. “You’re the one who assaulted me in my office just so you could fill it up with your scent. You don’t think I know your tricks, zorra?”

You grinned, working your hips to meet him. “You better make me squirt a few times – just to make sure the scent takes then.”

Miguel chuckled above you, his talons ripping open your dress as he made good on your challenge. 

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I'll probably make this a reoccurring thing. Hope you guys liked part 1. Reblogs and comments are nice.

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AAAAA OH MY GOD<3333333 Please do a part 2 to hold me, console me, im eating it up

The angst is delicious, thank you<333333

Hold me, console me (part 2)

Theworst!logan x reader (part 1)

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A/N: I know this goes without saying but I am a WHORE for broken men and the “I can fix him trope”, Logan fits just that. LEMME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK!! (not proofread btw)

You find yourself standing in front of a familiar door that morning—Wade's door. He had been the one to play matchmaker between you and Logan, always eager to meddle in his own chaotic way.

‘Sweet and sour, just how I like my cu-‘ he used to tease about your dynamic, though he never meant harm. How could he, when all you did was bring him and Al delicious dinners and baked goods? Wade would’ve married you himself if Vanessa weren’t in the picture. ‘You’re my twin flame,’ he’d often joke, even though you were nothing like him. You were quiet, reserved, and detested socializing unless it was within the comfort of either your or Wade’s apartment.

Now, here you are, on the morning of your worst heartbreak, clutching a tub of ice cream and a bag of microwavable popcorn outside his door.

Three sharp knocks echo in the hallway. You hear a clatter from inside, followed by a string of muffled curses, until the door swings open to reveal a face that knocks the air right out of you.

Logan.

“Oh...” Your eyes widen as you freeze, a storm of emotions brewing within you.

Before you can stop yourself, you push past him, setting down the ice cream and popcorn on a nearby table. When you turn around, your face is met with the solid wall of his chest. He looks down at you, sorrow etched deep into his features. And suddenly, everything boils over.

“You,” you spit, fire blazing in your eyes. You strike his chest, again and again, and he lets you—lets you unleash your frustration, your anger, because he knows he deserves it.

“You left. No warning, no note. You were just... gone! Clothes packed, phone off! What were you thinking? I begged you to stay, Logan. I begged.” Your voice cracks, and the tears come, burning hot down your cheeks. But all you notice is the tears in his eyes, and the soft rustle of movement from the kitchen where Wade is likely listening.

You try to ignore the thought of Al and Wade overhearing your heartbreak, keeping your tear-blurred gaze fixed on Logan.

“Bub—”

“No,” you cut him off sharply. “I know it’s hard, Logan. I do. I was there when Wade went through his worst. I’ve stood by friends in their darkest days. I want to be there for you, through everything. But you shut me out.”

Your voice trembles, betraying you, and you see him instinctively move to hold you, but you step back, wiping at your tears. The hurt in his eyes is unmistakable, but you continue.

“I’m sorry if you think I’m pushing you too hard. I’m sorry if I ask for too much. But I love you, Logan. And no matter how much you run, I won’t leave you. Not ever.”

The silence between you lingers, thick with unsaid words, before it’s broken by slow clapping from the kitchen.

“You really hit him with that one, sweets,” Wade’s voice calls out. “No, seriously, I was just telling him he should’ve dealt with his frustration by boning you—”

But Wade’s words are cut short. Before you know it, Logan’s grabbed your wrist and is pulling you toward the door, past Wade’s crude commentary. He leads you out of Wade's apartment, two doors down to your own, ignoring the continued yells from Wade behind you.

“Logan, what—?” you barely get the words out before his arms are around you, lifting you from the waist until your face is nestled against the crook of his neck. You feel the warmth of his tears against your skin, his body trembling with quiet sobs.

You hold him, your hands moving to comfort him, running through his hair, soothing his ragged breathing.

“You—” he starts, his voice breaking with the weight of it. “In my world... you died. I killed you. I let you die.” His voice shakes as the sobs take over. “I never meant to... I didn’t mean to let them die, bub.”

You feel his knees give way, and the two of you sink to the cold hallway floor. He’s crying harder now, his grip tightening around you as if letting go might make you disappear too.

“I’m sorry, I’m so—”

“Shhh,” you whisper, cutting him off softly. “I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.”

He clings to you, his desperation palpable. You pull away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “Look at me, Logan. I’m alive. You didn’t lose me—not here.”

You press a kiss to his forehead, feeling his breath begin to slow, then to his tear-soaked eyelids. You kiss him softly, murmuring gentle reassurances between each touch.

“I’m here. I’ll hold you. I’ll love you. Forever. Does that sound like a deal?”

As you cradle Logan’s face in your hands, his breathing starts to slow. The raw emotion in his eyes begins to soften, though the weight of everything still lingers in the air between you. He looks at you, truly seeing you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, a small, shaky smile begins to form on his lips. It’s brief, but it’s there. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t say that,” you reply softly. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

For a long moment, neither of you moves, the cold floor grounding you both in the present. His arms are still tight around your waist, as though letting go might shatter the fragile peace you’ve found. You stay like that, the world outside your apartment and Wade’s chaotic energy fading into the background.

Eventually, you pull back slightly, your hands sliding from his face to his shoulders.

“Come on,” you say gently. “Let’s get up. You’re going to catch a cold sitting here, even if it’s for a little bit.” You say, aware of his super healing.

Logan hesitates, as if reluctant to let go of the closeness, but then he nods. You both stand slowly, your legs shaky from the emotional intensity. Without a word, you lead him into your apartment, closing the door behind you.

Inside, the dim lighting casts a soft glow over the room. It’s quiet, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that just unraveled in the hallway. You sit on the couch, and Logan follows, sitting beside you. There’s still a heaviness in his movements, a man weighed down by too many ghosts from his past, but he’s here. He’s with you.

For a few minutes, the silence is comfortable. You lean against him, his arm naturally wrapping around your shoulders. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is a soothing reminder that despite everything, you’re both still here—alive, together.

“You don’t have to talk,” you say softly, sensing the turmoil still swirling inside him. “Not now. Not until you’re ready.”

Logan’s thumb traces slow circles on your shoulder, a sign that he’s listening. After a moment, he speaks, his voice quiet but steady.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready,” he admits. “But... I want to try.”

You turn to face him, your heart swelling with a mixture of hope and sadness. “That’s all I need to hear.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m sorry for leaving,” he whispers. “For everything.”

You close your eyes, feeling the weight of his words. “I know. But you’re here now. And we’ll figure it out. Together.” You reach for his hand, giving it three squeezes before reaching up to give him a peck, one of reassurance.

For the first time in a long while, you both let the quiet settle, not out of avoidance, but out of mutual understanding. The journey ahead might not be easy, but it’s a path you’ll walk side by side. As the minutes tick by, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. You’re not alone in this—neither of you are. And for now, that’s enough.

Suddenly, a loud knock on your door breaks the silence that makes you jump, followed by Wade’s unmistakable voice shouting through the wood.

“Hey! Are you two done with the emotional stuff yet? I’ve got pancakes in here, and they’re getting cold!”

You exchange a glance with Logan, both of you barely suppressing a laugh. The tension in the room eases just a bit, the smallest sliver of normalcy creeping back in.

“We should probably go before he kicks the door down,” you say with a smirk.

Logan stands and offers you a hand, his expression a little lighter now. “Yeah,” he agrees, a small but genuine smile finally reaching his eyes.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you both walk back toward the world—not broken, but healing, one step at a time.

[magxnoria]

Starring Tokyo Revengers Men ✰ As Side Pieces

Cast Line Up Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary✰ How The Men Behave While Being Your Man on the Side! Got Your Husband Wondering Why Your Booty is Getting Bigger and Your Skin Clearer!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty 

Ran Haitani

✰ Ran Loves being the Man you sneak out the house for in nothing but a thin nightgown to get a quick dicking down, “Let Daddy fuck all your stress away” Ran singsong while you suck his thumb

✰ Oh he knows you're hooked on him cause he somehow got your Married ass to get a tattoo of his initials on your inner left thigh

✰ He despises your husband, The Drunken Asshole who pays all his attention to whiskey and Gin that he didn't even notice you get into the Arms of Another Man

✰ Ran dicks you with all he got, He wants you sprung off him and Drunk off his dick. Every night he's massaging your back and Burying his dick up in your tight cunt

✰ He wishes your husband would say something out of the way about Him fucking you, He’ll Shatter the man's bones 

✰ In Ran's Opinion, you already belong to him, hell he Brings you everywhere and Introduce you as his 

✰ “Ran Haitani being the Side dick to someone who married. Who would've thought?” Sanzu laughed while Rindou shook his head, “ Side Dick? I Have You know Y/N is All Mine. They don't even let their husband fuck The Pussy that Belongs to Ran fucking Haitani” Ran Says proudly as Rindou rolls his eyes 

✰ Ran got feeling so deep that he was ready to get Bonten henchmen to beat your husband into signing Divorce papers so he can have you all to himself

Ran Had you folded up on the back seat of your husband's truck as he fucked into you, “ Drunk fuck let me take his babe and his fucking keys, What a fucking joke” Ran Giggled as he gave you powerful long strokes, “ I know this pussy was made for me, You take this dick so well” Ran groaned while he rolled his hips just right to fuck all the senses out of you

“Who does This pussy Belong to hmmm? Ran asked as his fingers ghosted over your clit making you whine, “ My Pussy Belong to Ran Haitani” You moaned as he rubbed circles into your clit. “So fucking good too, you're perfect” Ran groaned while he fucked you so hard the truck was shaking

Rans's dick felt so good in your cunt that you didn't even care about the windows of the truck not being tinted, all you cared about was the way Ran’s dick stretched your pussy open and how his tip rubbed that spot deep in you. “Fuck. Ran Feels so good in me” You moaned as Ran sucked a hickey on your neck 

“Can feel your pussy tugging on my dick, you really love me huh?” Ran teased as he slowed his thrusts down to relish the way your pussy was holding his dick, “Ran, I'm Cumming” You moaned out as you watched Ran’s dick enter in and out of you making you cum against him. 

Ran was only able to give you three shaky thrusts before he began cumming in your tight pulsing pussy, “I fucking Love you” Ran groaned out as his dick filled you up with his cum. Ran pushed himself deep into your pussy one final time before pulling out of you. “Oops! We made a mess of his cloth seats” Ran said as he cleaned his dick with your panties, “Guess I'll leave these behind as a memento for him, This the closest he gonna get to your pussy anyway” Ran giggled as he tossed your dirty panties on the dashboard

Rindou Haitani

✰ Oh How Rindou loves fucking you and he doesn't feel bad for fucking your married pussy up

✰ He knows your husband and he can never feel sorry for a drunk loser who rather act single than enjoy the beauty he got at home

✰ Rindou treats and fuck you like you belong to him, He loves making you cum hard around his dick

✰ He's In your pussy so much that you hardly ever see your husband because you're glued to the Youngest Haitani

✰ Rindou has fucked you on every surface of The house you share with that bastard you call a “Husband”

✰ It Would make Rindou day if your husband confronts him, He’ll snap his bones like pretzel sticks 

✰ You got the youngest Haitani catching feelings and he's not ashamed of it, you're one of the best things in his world

✰ “Rin, you're glowing,” Ran says while grinning, “ Guess it's that Married pussy making him shine” Sanzu laughs while Ran starts snickering. “Yeah Yeah. Laugh it up. At Least we’re Happy together that's more than I about you two” Rindou says before stirring his drink While Ran and Sanzu's laughter halt

✰ At this Rate, Rindou will take you away from that bastard and make you his 

Rindou was fucking you in the Offce of the club, his dick hitting your G-Spot so well you could only see stars, “Rinnie, fucking My pussy so good” you mewled with Rindou's hands gripping your thighs. “Fucking this pussy because you're mine” Rindou Grunted while rutting into you 

“That silly bastard probably out there wondering where the fuck you went, Doesn't even have a clue you're back here getting dick from a real man” Rindou groaned before popping your tits out of your dress and swirling his tongue around your right nipple. “Going to fuck you until you get knocked up, be tied to me Not Him” Rindou grunted out before latching on to your left nipple

His hips pushed his dick deep in you as he groaned against your nipple making your eyes roll, “No one can fuck me like you do Rinnie” You moaned as he kept up the pace fucking you absolutely dumb. “You got that right. Only I can fuck your pussy like this. Only I can drive you crazy like this Rindou Grunted as he rocked his hips trying to get deeper in you 

“Fuck. Just like that Rinnie” You moaned as Rindou palmed your clit making your eyes tear up, “Aww you're about to cum already? Rindou teased as he kept hitting your pussy with the same rhythm that made your pussy twitch. Your Orgasm hit you like a train as you shook against Rindou who had his eyes closed. “Feels so fucking Good” Rindou groaned as his cum seeped out of his dick into your warmth

“Fuck” Rindou groaned While giving you two shallow thrusts before pulling out you, “Now go back out there to that loser with my cum dribbling down your leg and No panties” Rindou grinned while stuffing your panties in the pocket of his Gucci Pants 

Haruchiyo Sanzu 

✰ Haruchiyo Loves you, He became Infatuated with you from the Moment his name fell from those pretty lips of yours But You have a husband.

✰ He is Selfish and Greedy. He wants Your Time, Your Body, and Your mind to constantly stay on him

✰ Haruchiyo values loyalty but the way your husband treats you makes him sick to his stomach

✰ Your husband is a parasite in Haruchiyo's eyes, A tapeworm that somehow found a way to get attached to the most beautiful being around 

✰ Haruchiyo fucks you in his car outside of your house, Inside your Home, and in the private booth of the club

✰ He always Cum Inside you, Nothing will please him more than you getting knocked up with his kids and becoming his in a way your husband never will experience 

✰ He wants your husband to say something ugly to you so he can paint the walls with his blood, Haruchiyo is plotting the man's downfall.

✰ He can't wait for the day your husband “disappears” so He can make you officially his but for now he’ll enjoy being the man you depend on for amazing dick and a good time.

✰ “Fuck you till you can't walk, have your knees buckling in front of him” Haruchiyo grins while his hands roam your body

“Love the way my dick feels in that tight pussy huh?” Haruchiyo Teased as he fucked you on The bed you share with the man you married for the fifth night in a row, “Haru, He might come home early” you whined while Haruchiyo rubbed your nipples with his fingers 

“Who?? that wimpy fuck?? I got something for him, don't you worry baby.” Haruchiyo grinned before bringing his right hand down to play your clit making you grind up against his hand, “ Pussy so wet for me. I bet you're so turned on right now thinking about what would happen if he catch us, I can't lie my dick just throbbing right now at the fucking possibility” Haruchiyo Grunted while fucking you deep

Haruchiyo's strokes were rapid, Deep, and Long with every push of his hips his tip was battering your G-spot with such accuracy that you couldn't help but scream out his name and claw at his back, “ Fuck, Mark Your Man up. I'm all Yours and take all this dick” Haruchiyo Groaned while he rammed himself deeper in your cunt making you brokenly say his name 

“Haru, So close baby” You moaned while he smiled down at you as you throbbed around his dick, Haruchiyo didn't let up from fucking you relentlessly when your pussy started clenching down hard on him, His thrusts became sloppier as he began cumming in you. “Fuck. Milking me dry” Haruchiyo Groaned as he shot his load deep in your pussy only to be disturbed by the drunken slurs of your husband 

“You whore!” your husband Yelled while Haruchiyo handed you his keys and Suit Jacket, “Wait in my car for me baby, I won't be long. Oh how I waited for this fucking Day” Haruchiyo laughed before cracking his neck 

Round One! Fight!

Manjiro Sano

✰ Manjiro hates being your side piece but he loves you.

✰ You are his one and only but you got that limp noodle of a man as a husband 

✰ Your Husband pisses Manjiro off by cheating on you while treating you poorly, these actions alone are enough for Manjiro to make him Go missing.

✰ Manjiro fucks You anytime and anyplace but he loves fucking you in the apartment you share with your husband , His dick gets harder when he knows your husband can catch you two 

✰ He prefers to cum in you but if you don't want him to? He blows his load on your husband's pillow

✰ What is your husband gonna do? Try to Beat Manjiro Sano?? Don't make him laugh. 

✰ Manjiro flaunts you around, he wants the world to know of his relationship with you

✰ If Your Husband dares to raise his voice or hand to you?  He will be expecting a visit from Death Himself after being tortured of course

✰ You Brought out a different side of Manjiro Sano and Now The streets of Tokyo are a little bit more bloodier

✰ Manjiro can barely wait for the Day your husband signs those papers and frees you from this loveless marriage 

Sanzu Had his back turned to you as he held your tied-up husband at gunpoint while Manjiro and you fucked each other,  “Don't you Love Seeing them Ride this dick?” Manjiro Groaned while you rode him as your husband watched

 “ Watching like the worm you are. All tied up on the floor” Manjiro Sighed while rolling his hips up to meet yours, Your pussy squeezing on him more than usual making him spank your ass.  “ Ahhh Sweet heart here loves you watching Me dick this pussy right. So wet and Squeezing me harder Than usual! Anyway sign the papers” Manjiro said before flicking his wrist 

“You Heard what My boss said. Sign those divorce papers and don't you fucking stain them with your tears” Sanzu Grinned before pressing the gun to your husband's skull, “Shit. if you loved them you would've treated them better” Manjiro Groaned before pinching your nipples making you arch against him while your “husband” signed the papers

“Signed them?? Good Now, watch us fuck.” Manjiro grunted while thrusting up into your pussy making you moan, “ Manjiro, your dick feels so good in me” You mewled while Manjiro closed his eyes. Yes. Gonna fuck you every night cause you're all mine now” Manjiro groaned while you bounced up and down his dick

Manjiro wasted no time sucking on your left nipple as his eyes studied your face and took in your blissed-out expression while he thrusted up into you, You don't know if was the heat of the moment or how Manjiro's dick was pushed up inside your tender walls but you could feel your body shake

“Jiro, Gonna cum” You moaned while Manjiro only hummed around your nipple in response, he kept up the pace of thrusting up into you while your body trembled around his dick as you came hard. “Creaming All down my dick” Manjiro Groaned before laying you down on the Mattress, “Now I'm gonna fuck you till I get My fill. Sanzu Take out the trash” Manjiro commanded while Sanzu Dragged your “Husband” out of the room 

Kakucho

✰ Kakucho loves you deeply, it's a shame you're married to another man who mistreats you so

✰ How Kakucho treats you well and he praises the ground you walk on, It sickens him to hear the things your husband has put you through

✰ Kakucho slowly goes out of his character and his mind now thinking like Sanzus whenever you come to him crying. Your “Husband” has to pay for his sins against you.

✰ He always there for you to be a shoulder to cry on or strong arms to caress you with 

✰ Kakucho may have a good heart but he also gives very good dick that makes you a whining mess under him

✰ He makes love you to at his place or Hotels, He never wants to put you in a bad situation

✰ He brings you around the safety of Bonten and a place where nosy eyes would not stare, He does this all for your safety 

✰ Kakucho Used to be a Heavenly King but he will rain down hell on the man who is married to you if he even looks at you wrong

✰ He will always be there for you with anything you need, he just wants you to be happy with or without him

✰ “I love you so much, I would love to be your man. I know your situation is rough right now and I'm willing to wait for you Dove” Kakucho whispers in your ear while holding you tight 

Kakucho was making tender love to you on a bed of rose petals. Your pussy felt wonderful with his dick filling you up, “Feels so Good in me” you moaned as Kakucho laid soft kisses down your chest  while he sank down deeper into you

“You feel so good around me “ Kakucho groaned while wetting his lips before rocking his hips at a pace that makes you wild, “ So good Ahh Feels so good” You moaned while Kakucho kept working your pussy with his dick making your body shudder

“So Sweet, So Beautiful” Kakucho Groaned as he enjoyed the feeling of being embraced by your warmth, “Could Stay inside you forever” Kakucho whispered while he pushed himself deeper into you while keeping the rhythm 

As if his dick was made for you, he was hitting every spot that made you writhing babbling mess. He rubbed your clit so well that you couldn't keep yourself from getting captured up in bliss, your hips moved on their own as you met his thrusts. “Kaku. So close” you moaned while Kakucho's free Hand caressed your face

“I know you're ready for your release, Let Go. I am Here” Kakucho whispered in your ear as your body followed his command, you got lost in paradise as your body convulsed in pleasure. Kakucho Thrusts stayed strong doing your orgasm, He came in you with a groan of your name before capturing your lips in a kiss.

“I love you” Kakucho whispered before pulling the covers over the two of you.

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ How you got Hajime all messed up! He told himself he wasn't going to fall for you but look at him! Head over heels for someone who married 

✰ Hajime despises your husband and the horrible way he treats you, Whenever you come to him with tears in your eyes he considers asking Sanzu to take care of a “Problem” for him

✰ He spoils you, He gives you good dick and Gucci handbags. Your husband is now questioning how you can afford such finery

✰ Hajime Knows you Love him by the way you say his name and the way your pussy grips so tightly whenever he fucks you 

✰ He's classy with it. he fucks you in the best of hotels and his penthouse

✰ He Takes you on vacation to Bali, France and Dubai, Have your husband wondering where the fuck you went 

✰ Hajime Always Paint your walls with his cum, he sees it as another way of claiming you as his 

✰ In fact he knows you will be his one day, your husband is a loser and is losing you to the better man

✰ “If you think you're being treated like royalty now just wait until you're all mine. I'll fuck you on a bed of Money.” Hajime whispered in your ear while he undressed you 

The Moonlight shone in through the window of the Hotel you were staying at while he fucked you down on his bed, “ Bet He never made you feel like this” Hajime Grunted as his dick spread your cunt open with every snap of his hips. “Who Keeps you Happy? Who Keeps You satisfied?” Hajime asked before sucking your left nipple, His sharp eyes staring up at 

“Hajime Kokonoi, Satisfy me in every way” You breathly Moaned making Hajime Hum as he pulled away from your left nipple with a pop and began to suck on your right. His dick was deep in you as the moon Illuminated the union of you two

“Koko. Just Like That” you moaned while Hajime fucked into you, Your legs wrapped tightly around your lover holding him against you like you were afraid he would pull out and leave you empty. “Only I make you so sloppy, Your sweet Juices coating me so well” Hajime groaned as his dick massaged your walls making him shiver 

His dick stayed on your G-spot making you incoherent against the white-haired male, “Fuck. I can feel you throbbing, Pussy Getting ready to cum on me and Take All my cum. Yeah?” Hajime Grunted while he fucked you toward the edge of ecstasy. You struggled to find words as your pussy spasmed around Hajime's thick dick, Your eyes rolling back while your body went limp

Hajime's thrust became erratic as your pussy gripped his orgasm from him, his seed flooding your pussy. “ I love seeing you take my cum” Hajime Groaned before pushing himself deep in you, “Put My Rolex on your wrist and Take a picture for your Instagram, I want him to see how fucked out of your mind you look” Hajime smiled before handing your phone to you

The Caption to the photo? “ Blissed out in Bali Under My Man”  

Shuji Hanma

✰ Shuji started fucking you because he thought you needed fun in your life and baby he was correct

✰ Your husband has been playing in the streets while his spouse was lonely in the sheets

✰ Shuji loves being your side piece, it's thrilling. The way you grab at him and ride his dick like you're constantly in heat got him leaking just from the thoughts alone

✰ Shuji is Taking Pictures of his dick in your pussy and Filming your encounters on his phone just to send them to your husband 

✰ “Don't be shy! Let that fucker see you get dick from a real man” Shuji Laughs while angling his phone down at your face 

✰ He wants your husband to try something so he punches his lights off and then back on again cause he Generous like that 

✰ Shuji fucking you nasty on the bed your husband bought in the house your husband pays for and he doesn't feel sorry at all

✰ “Gonna Fuck you till you forget his pathetic loser name ”  Shuji whispers in your ear while he thumbs your clit through your panties 

“Smile for the camera Baby!” Shuji grinned while he fucked you from behind so good you couldn't even form a sentence, “Where are your words? Let Him Know how good this dick feels in ya or I can stop, Leave you with a wet aching pussy” Shuji said while feigning sadness

“Y-Your Dick F-Feel so Good in me” You mewled while Shuji spanked your ass, “ Nope. Who dick feels good in you?” Shuji whispered in your ear while putting his body weight on your back. “Shuji Hanma's dick feels so good fucking my pussy” You sputtered out while he kiss the back of your neck

“ You got that fucking right. Look at all that cream! All over my dick” Shuji groaned while he lowered his phone so he could record your messy pussy taking his dick so well, “I bet you never were able to make this pussy so wet, Guess you're gonna be mad when you see what this pussy can do when a real dick gets into it” Shuji grunted as he angled his hips to fuck you deeper 

“Look at them! Can barely stop themselves from shaking” Shuji teased as he pounded into you just right, “ Just to think you could've had this pussy all to yourself But Now this pussy is mine to fuck whenever I get Hard and I stay hard most of the time!” Shuji Giggled while your pussy pulsed around him 

“Ahh, I can feel you about to cum around my dick baby. Lose control” Shuji said he fucked in and out of you good that you couldn't help but lose control and cum hard on his dick, “Fuck. Greedy pussy taking my cum so well” Shuji groaned as his hot cum poured into you. Shuji gave you four more shallow thrusts before Leaning his weight on your back as he messed with his phone

“Sent The Video Off of us fucking, Hope your Hubby likes it” Shuji Whispered in your ear before pinching your hips.

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[rainroses45]

A Beating Heart

ཐིཋྀ⋆description: To love a spirit is to love everything but life itself, so when dean falls in love with you he falls into your casket (inspired by corpse bride) Dean x f.reader

ཐིཋྀ⋆a/n: guys i think im in love with dean also sam BUT DEAAN..anywho my english professor bailed so i wrote this out of ze boredom hope you enjoy (NOT EDITED)

ཐིཋྀ⋆song inspired: tequila and whiskey and Suffocation

ཐིཋྀ⋆warnings: umm death mention, skeleton, all that death and spirit stuff

Like any unloved thing, i don’t know if I’m real without a sinners touch. I don’t believe he would have seen me as one to love but rather one to tear apart.

My heart may not beat but I still feel it ache for his words. His simple words of “I do,” could calm the spirits around me and see his light.

His brother didn’t understand, the twisted relationship we had. He saw me as a another hunt. I was not his love. I want not to be his wife. I was a translucent window that glimmered under the pomegranates reflection. One. Two. Three. He was mine.

“Why do you look so sad, my dear?” His voice rang through the grove. The gentle wisps of the wind blowed my veil over my face.

“The night is still young Dean, you should return back to your brother.” I whispered. My face was still hidden from his view, but he could still see my eyes shimmer in the moonlight. A liquid so far fetch that it stained my cheeks like glitter.

The ring felt heavy on my finger. It felt like a chain that only I could break - yet he is the one with the key. A pity truly, if only I would have left and never returned to this corrupted world.

“My love, what do you speak about?” He walked over to me, getting down on one knee - a sight i wish to never see again- and brushed the veil over my head.

My eyes could not lie. What about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters? What about our love? I was a spirit. He was a human. I could not live for him and he could not die for me.

“We can’t marry.” The words sound strong yet my bones shake under the truth. “You must burn my body and forget about me.”

“No..no,” he looks at me with disbelief. “I refuse to believe you wish for me to rid you of this world…of this love…of this marriage.”

“It is true my- it is true Dean,” I corrected myself, whole heartily believing this was for the best.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth Y/n,” he grabbed my chin gently raising it to meet his eyes. Oh how I learned every shades of color his eyes presented, when I perish this world I hope to be wrapped under his gaze and nothing more than a hint of hazel to haunt me.

“You know I would haunt this plains with my weeping calls of love for you, but I cannot trap you under the same curse I have endured all these years.” I place my shaking hand on his cheek. His warm skin and the cold breeze felt the same. It was only the emotion that changed, after all I was dead.

“I will die with you,” he stands up abruptly. “I will hang myself where the very man left you and declare my heart as yours-“

“NO!” I reach forward grabbing his hand before he left. “You mustn’t kill yourself over me.”

“That is the only way we can be together,” Dean smiles as he holds both my hands in his. “I’m willing to die for you, and you are willing to do the same for me.”

I shake my head as tears begin to stain my cheeks, “no, I will die for my sake of being free and to give you the chance of love.” He looks at me confused. “Don’t you understand Dean, I’m hurting more here!” I yell, “trapped in this limbo of needing true love and a stupid ring to fulfill this curse, but it’s never enough…it’s never enough.” I whispered my last statement as I look down at my hands. The ring was leaving small burn marks on my hand, little signs of the destruction it will cause.

“I won’t burn your body.” He reaffirms, “I’m not destroying the woman I love, the woman I would give my own life for.”

“Then you leave me no choice.” My eyes began to darken their once ghostly white color turned black. Crows escaped the woods with a heeding call to death. The earth awoken at the call of its roots, simmering in the internal flame of hell.

“Don’t do this Y/n,” he tried to walk towards me but was quickly pushed back with an invisible force. “Sweetheart please, you can’t do this.” He grunted trying to break free.

“If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain,” silent whispers begin to chant as the world began to spin. “In the ice or in the sun, it’s all the same.”

“What are you doing?!” Dean yelled as a circled flame appeared in the middle of the forest.

“Yet I feel my heart is aching; thou it doesn’t beat, it’s breaking,” the crisp voices began to sing louder as the wind brushed my hair from my face.

“Doing something I should have done before,” I cry out to him as I push myself into the fire. “I’m sorry.” I say, a casket began to rise from the ground, a crack in the land of salty seas pooled beneath my feet.

“And the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it’s not real.” The voices echoed through Dean’s head, the sound of the screaming voices scattered his thoughts.

The casket opened revealing a skeleton wearing a tattered wedding dress. Each end of the dress began to burn at the salty taste of my tears. I was left to die, enslaved by my lonely husband, and murdered by the end of the nights howls.

“Please Y/n don’t do this, I beg you please.” He tried pulling away, his body pressed against an oak tree. “I need you.” He didn’t know that his tears fueled the flames, fueled the chanting of within the graveyard of Romeos and Juliets.

I smiled kindly at him as tears blinded my view. Finally, without another thought I said the finale line, “I know that I am dead; yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.”

And with that a light blinded dean, and the force that once trapped him, faded away with the fire. He ran towards where I once stood and saw nothing but flutters of blue butterflies.

I was gone. I was free. I was loved. As pieces of me left with the lady of the night. A ring stayed there, with the words I wish I could have said.

I love you.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

LOML!!! rommate ethan 🤏🏻🤏🏻 with the prompts 3 and 7 pls pls

‘the heat is turned off because our landlord sucks so i slept in your bed last night and i’m realizing how much i enjoy waking up next to you’ and ‘our friends keep joking we’re a married couple and now you’ve started doing it too and would everyone please stop that because now i can’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to call you mine’

since this is the last 500 celebration blurb went a little over. also you know that picture of the couple cuddling in front of the tv? that’s ethan and reader here.

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader wc: 1.3K

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december twentieth. the coldest day new york has gotten in its winter season as it’s blanketed in piles of white slush. a tiny two bed one bath in brooklyn, with its three occupants were currently fighting for their lives. not in a horror movie sense, more like, we’re gonna die of hypothermia, sense.

you, ethan, and chad were bundled in layers of long shirts, approximately three pairs of sweatpants each, thick fuzzy socks, a pair of mittens and blankets. the three of you were shivering to the bone, the broken heater doing nothing to fight the chilly air that was able to seep through the cracks. the only way to possibly get a few minutes of heat back into your skin would be standing under running hot water, but it wasn’t worth running up the water bill.

“man this is so fucked up. should not be paying twelve hundred for this shithole.” chad’s teeth clinked together on every other word. shuffling in his spot like a child as he pull this fleece blanket tighter.

you and ethan were cuddled, sorry, huddled close on the couch while sharing blanket number five together. “very convenient how mr. kurch is out of town. and seemingly doesn’t have his phone.” a grumbled complaint with actual puffs of air leaving your chapped lips. ethan pulled you closer with his left arm around your waist and kept it there as you sat thigh to thigh.

“you know what,” chad pushed himself from the pink beanbag on the floor and threw his blankets down, “i’m heading over to sam and tara’s. for sure they got heat, my dick is shriveling into my body.”

“ew.” “gross, chad.” you and ethan groaned at his crude language.

“oh grow up mr and mrs landry. pretty sure ethan is feeling the same, but keeping it to himself since you're here.” and then chad left the two of you as he went down the hall to his room.

eyes turning to ethan as he kept his eyes forward and mouth tight. his cheeks rosy and you knew it was mostly due to the weather, but you had to ask out of curiosity. “you feel the same? …dick shriveling-“ “please don’t say that…. but yes.” ethan shuddered.

“…my nipples are rock hard.” “oh my god.” both your chest bursting with intoxicating giggles at the odd choice of topic. eyes closed with cheeks pushing up, neither of you spotted chad until he spoke up.

“i’ll leave you two lovebirds to the nest. little house play while i’m gone.” and before you could object to chad’s claims he turned on his heel and pointed a strong finger at ethan, “no sex in my bed. i swear if i find out, hell will rain upon this home.” and he ended his one sided conversation with the door shutting close behind him, duffle bag in tow.

the apartment instantly felt one hundred degrees with chad’s words settling in the air. but ethan didn’t seem bothered, in fact he grabbed you tight around the waist and pulled you into his lap. you sat sideways with your right side leaning into his chest and your head sat on his shoulder while he leaned his into your temple.

“been waiting to hold you closer, but knew chad was gonna be annoying. now we’re sharing body heat.” “i don’t think we have much body heat left.” but you snuggled in closer.

ethan’s covered hands rubbed up and down on your arm and thigh, it caused you to shiver even more. “wanna watch a movie in my bed?” ethan’s words kissed over your skin with his low voice.

“what movie?” not caring about the movie, but wanting a bit more convincing. you really wanted to lay in ethan’s bed though.

he sighed, “whatever you want. just want to hang with you.” and how that statement turned your insides to jelly. “wanna watch the spongebob movie?” leaning your body away to peer at ethan’s face. his muddy brown irises were bouncing around, staying a few seconds longer on your lips, before he stared directly into your soul and grinned.

“are you gonna quote the movie?” an involuntary eye roll, “duh.” his smile widened and his palm gave your thigh to quick smacks, “spongebob it is.” then he leaned in to peck your jawline.

‘what the fuck’ your mind screamed in delight.

so you and ethan grabbed your blankets and shuffled to his shared room with chad. they were nice to let you have a separate room since you have to share the bathroom. ethan’s side was decorated with movie and musician posters, some collectibles and books. chad’s with football stuff and some musician posters, a computer set up for streams he does.

ethan crawled in first so he could lay against the wall then you crawled in with a small gap between your bodies, but ethan once again wrapped your waist and pulled your back to his chest. even with the layers of clothing it felt like you were skin to skin, your heart was gonna beat out your chest if he kept doing this.

“your really comfortable,” ethan laid his chin over your shoulder so he could watch the movie. his arm staying curled tight around you. “it’s the multiple shirts and jackets.” skirting around the compliment, getting overwhelmed by how overly affectionate ethan is being.

the night dwindled on, the movie reached the half hour mark, your eyes were drooping with fatigue and ethan was snoring loudly in your ear. with one blink came a second that was heavier, then a third, which ended with a fourth blink that shut your eyes tight for the night as the loud soundtrack and voice of the child’s movie became your background noise.

the next morning was still freezing. eyelashes stuck together with a nose feeling running and lips horribly cracked, the shining sun snuck between cracks in ethan’s curtains. face scrunching from the brightness you groaned in your throat before twisting in the piles of sheets and blankets so you were facing ethan’s sleepy pout.

his usual rosy plush lips turned to a light blue over night as their parted and puffs of icy air enter the space. the tip of his button nose was rudolph red and the apples of his cheeks splashed with pink over his freckles. his curls were messy and tossed every which way and you couldn’t help as your mitten covered hand played and pushed them around.

ethan took a deep inhale through his nose before pulling you close with his arms that held you like you would disappear in the night. you wouldn’t though, not if you had a say. the whole night just felt… normal. yeah, the two of you would have movie nights and be a bit touchy with each other, but the moment chad left and ethan pulled you into his lap it just felt like he was being more than friendly.

“ethan.” whispering his name. he didn’t move or make a sound, so you dropped your palm to his cheek and ran your thumb under his eye as you called his name a few more times and a little louder.

a big inhale and scrunch of his face he mumbled with a thickness to his words, “why are you waking me up early, when we get to play house? we can sleep in.”

and you were more than happy to play house. sleep in the same bed, wake up together, cook together. just being together. “do you want to continue playing house even when chad comes back?” a hushed question with a loaded meaning and answer.

ethan groaned again as he pushed his icicle face to your neck and pressed a feather light kiss to when your jawline meets the bottom of your ear. you thought you imagined the action before he spoke to your spiked pulse point, “i’ve wanted to play house two weeks after i met you.”

there was a lovesick smile taking over your face. how you can’t wait to play house in the future, but right now, “ethan, i think we should go to sam’s. my body actually hurts.”

“wanna just take a shower. together. won’t mind running up the water bill if we’re sharing.” and you could feel the smirk from his lips.

you took a few seconds before- “get up, husband. gotta make the wife happy.”

-

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.10

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

Feel free to send asks about the series!

next part

2 years later

Your Saturday morning had started off quite busy, after an early Pilates class with Dina, some coffee and a bit of grocery shopping you finally headed home. The house was in its best state possible, with your ever growing daughter being out of the house for the next two days. Usually Ellie had her on Fridays, Saturday's and Sunday's but this weekend she'd be off camping with Joel. You were more than ok for her to spend the time with her grandfather and judging from Ellie's lack of hesitance when Joel had suggested he take Lila with him, you assumed she felt the same.

With nothing left to do for the next three hours, you decided you'd pamper yourself before your guest came over. The tub was filled to the brim with foamy suds of expensive vanilla- coconut scented bubble bath, a gift you had received from Nara. Your felt the ache of your bones soothe as you sunk yourself deeper and deeper into the water. After the long and taxing week you'd had at work and home, you decided to treat yourself today, hence the bubble bath and candles that were lit around the bathroom.

After scrubbing yourself clean, shaving and rinsing off, you drained and cleaned the bath and then headed into your bedroom. You had a Nina Simone record playing and the lights dimmed as you smeared your body in lotion and threw on a baby pink satin nighty. With a small peak through your curtains it seemed the sun had set already, a deep orange coating the sky, as the moon slowly appeared. You'd never grow accustomed to the quiet, and as much as you loved Lila it was always great to have three days of uninterrupted self care.

You were sat on a kitchen stool downing a glass of Chardonnay when your doorbell rang. You giggled nervously, placing your glass on the counter and running to the door. You hurriedly unlocked the front door and were welcomed by the sight of Abby.

Before you could get a word in her hands had scooped under your armpits, her leg kicking the door shut. She hoisted you onto the kitchen island so quickly that it made you release a little squeal. Her mouth didn't leave yours as her fingers, made way to the thin straps of your satin nighty.

"My fucking favourite." She groans into your mouth, referring to the pink nightie of yours that she loved so much. You smile knowingly, as that was the reason you'd purposefully put it on. You knew it made her insatiable.

She finally let go of you, shucking her arms out of her brown flannel. Her strong hipbones filled the space between your legs. Her hands were so big as she placed them under your thighs and hoisted you onto her hips, she carried you upstairs despite your embarrassed protests.

You'd made it into your bedroom, where she was leaning down so you could kiss her mouth more easily. “Come sit on my lap," she whispered. "It's easier to kiss you that way."

You straddled her lap and she was right, finally your faces were level. Within seconds the heat between the both of you had escalated to how it had been in the kitchen. You ground your crotch against her as she gripped your ass and then slid her hands under your nightie. Her fingers fumbled with the satin dress before sliding upwards. Her actions causing you to shudder and whimper as her hands cupped and kneaded your breasts. Your nipples reveled in the way she softly pinched them. As she kissed you with increasing fervor, she couldn't help but purr her moans into your mouth.

"Do you have it on?" You question as you ground yourself against her and she nods. You reach for her belt, tugging impatiently and she helps you remove the pants.

"So fucking impatient." She teases as she flips you over forcefully, both of her hands rest at the side of your head and she dips her head to pepper kisses on your neck, burying her face in your cleavage, kissing and sucking on your delicate, smooth skin. Your scent, vanilla and coconut, was so delicious to her she could practically eat you.

You moaned against her touch, you ran your fingers through her blonde hair as she cupped your breasts, kissing all the way from your chest, to your neck, to your lips. Moving down she slid her hands along your bare thighs, pushing the satin dress up further to your hips. She hooked a finger around your lace panties and tugged them, she made her way further down the bed tugging them completely off and then proceeding to kiss your ankles.

You looked up at her from the bed and bit your lip as you watched her suck on her fingers to wet them for you. Moving her hand to your core, she felt your natural heat and wetness as she carefully touched you before leaning back down and kissing you deeply. She ran her wet fingers gently up and down your folds, warming you up to her touch. You moaned into her mouth as you felt your wetness start to cover her fingers.

Once again she had made her way down the bed, leaving sloppy kisses on your thighs. Her pace was slow at first, as she inched closer and closer to your core when you let out a delectable moan. All of a sudden she was a woman starved as she doubled down her attack on your pussy. There were no teasing licks, only fierce suction and pressure just how you liked it. It was too much and not enough all at once.

As if your thrashing and moans weren't enough, she brought her fingers down to your clit, doubling the pleasure. You tried to pull away from her face to lessen the overwhelming amounts of pleasure you were experiencing but she didn't back down. If anything it encouraged her to keep going.

"Abs, I'm going to" you whine pathetically and she moans into you as she continues lapping. "Daddy please" you whine, big mistake, the words turning her on so badly that her strong arms wrap tightly around your hips, caging you in.

"Come on do it, you cum so pretty, baby." Her eyes had dark fire in them and her snarl made her canine teeth sing. "And I know you can do it. You are such a good little slut." She laid her weight on top of you, hissing into your core as her fingers worked your clit furiously. "You cum so good for Daddy. I love that about you. My sweet girl, she fucking love's to cum."

Her words are enough to send you into overdrive and you cum with a loud yelp, your back arching off the bed. She lifts her head, face covered in slick as she smiles at you. You needed more and you needed it now, she looked so good. Hair loose, all sweaty from her attack on your cunt and her muscles tensing as she dragged you by the legs.

"I need to be inside you right now." She remarks and you nod fervently, before the two of you can go any further you're interrupted by hard knocks at your door. She looks down at you curiously and you shrug.

"Wait here baby, I'll be back" you grab your nighty that was strewn across the floor, not having time to find your panties and make your way down the stairs. You reach the front door, annoyed that your and Abby's bliss had been disturbed. What you didn't expect was to find Ellie standing at your front door holding a bag of Chinese food.

"Ellie?" You question, immediately embarrassed at the fact that you were fucked out wearing nothing but a nightie, with your own cum probably still dripping out of you.

"Hey, I thought I'd bring you some food. Lila's usually with me on weekends and now she’s at camp with Joel and I'm not used to spending them alone, so I just thought we could eat together like old ti-" her ramble is cut off when she hears a voice calling out your name.

"Who is it baby?" Abby asks as she comes up behind you, when her eyes land on Ellie and she freezes.

"Oh shit I didn't know you had company" Ellie's cheeks go crimson red and she starts to connect the dots. She must've realised what the two of you had been doing as her eyes fail to meet yours and all she can do is hand you the bag of Chinese and look away.

You accept the bag, passing it to Abby and instructing her to place it in the kitchen and give you some time to speak with Ellie.

"I'm sorry I didn't expect any guests tonight" you say as you watch Ellie fidget with her jacket zipper.

"It's fine, my bad for showing up announced." Her eyes finally meet yours and you give her an awkward smile.

"Well are you sure about the food, I can split it so yo-" she cuts you off, shaking her head.

"It's fine, you can have it all" you nod awkwardly.

"Alright goodnight Ellie" you attempt to shut the door when she calls out to you.

"Does she really make you happy?" You're taken aback by her blunt question but don't fail to nod.

"Yeah, really happy."

-

Ellie took the long route home, to think about what had happened. To see you with that bitch all fucked out had her feeling a deep rage. she was even more embarrassed that it took her so long to realise what you’d been doing. She knew the two of you had been dating but she didn’t know how serious it was, Abby had met her daughter but whenever Ellie asked if she slept over Lila always said no.

She should’ve connected the dots that you’d been bringing her round on the days Lila was at her place. Ellie knew she had to right to be upset, she herself had been on dates since the divorce, however they all went horribly. She just couldn’t help but feel possessive of you, no matter how many years the two of you were separated she knew she would get you back one way or another.

-

“What took you so long?”

“Excuse me? I worked as fast as I could. You just have no patience.”

“Just give me the fucking key?”

“Alright here, but you owe me”

“Whatever, I’ll send you the money in an hour, now fuck off ”

Amelia rolls her window up and drives away from Ellie’s house with the key she’d had made safely stored inside an envelope. She wasn’t lying when she told Ellie she’d regret ever leaving her. Revenge was coming for Ellie and her family, it was only a matter of time.

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[firstsprinces]

Hello! I am currently losing my mind over "The Tortured Poets Department (hello fellow swifties! I have zero swiftie friends in my life to ever talk to so I'm glad I can celebrate with y'all) like my thoughts are so jumbled between THAT AESTHETIC, all the new fic titles we're going to get from it, ALL POET HENRY CONTENT CREATED BY MY FELLOW WRITERS! And Taylor Swift just made history with her fourth AOTY Grammy!! (I'm also running on exhaustion so hopefully it'll rein my chaos in)

I almost forgot to thank @anincompletelist and @priincebutt for tagging me! LOVED your snippets this week and I hope I'll be able to fit in some much needed reading time to catch up!

This is more than six sentences because at this point you deserve all of the sentences for the Outlaw Alex/Aspiring Journalist Henry fic! Work will be slow this week so I will most likely have time off this week to keep writing. The first chapter is currently at 12K (this is the cut down version) and it's still not quite finished.

“And don’t forget to mention the bake sale. All the women from the church have been working their fingers to the bone for this upcoming weekend.” An elderly woman wearing a navy cloche hat with a matching fabric rose with a silver brooch in its center and a firm knot beside it to indicate her marital status, though this highly valued socialite seems to forget about her husband because she’s quite flirtatious. “You’ll be stopping by, dear boy, won’t you? I’m sure the all the single ladies from the church would love to see a strapping young man such as yourself supporting our community in times like these.” Henry Fox pauses his typing and curls his fingers in and then stretches them back out underneath his desk as he’s itching to crack his knuckles, but he doesn’t because he feels it’ll be rude to do while Mrs. Annette Bellshire is speaking to him. “I wouldn’t dare to miss it, Ma’am,” Henry replies to her, adding in a reassuring smile for extra measure while his eyes fight to check the clock that’s hanging in the upper corner of the behind her head. “You can call me, Annette,” she tells him with a quick wink as she brings her hand forward and reaches across the desk, her delicate and shaky fingers landing on his wrist, her touch cold through the sleeve of his shirt. Her large opal ring reflects what’s left of the dimming daylight, indicating that he most likely should be packing up his belongings and putting on his long coat and cap so he can leave for the night. Henry doesn’t answer, and not just because he’s starting to feel uncomfortable but out of respect for her husband and her marriage. He also doesn’t pull his hand away even though he probably should because an innocent passerby may see it as something far less from innocent. He’s sure it’d be quite the scandal for a married woman her age courting someone who’s young enough to be her son, and possibly even her grandson because Henry’s not exactly sure of her age and is basing his assumption off her wrinkly skin and veined hands. At the sound of a car horn, Mrs. Bellshire leans her body over to look out the window, her hand still touching Henry until she speaks again, “well, that would be Mr. Bellshire. Mustn’t keep him waiting.” She places her purse onto Henry’s desk before she stands up, smoothing her hands down the front of the skirt of her dress. Then she waves her hand at the window to let her husband know that she’ll be out shortly. “Do you mind escorting me out? I swear, the stones are starting to become uneven. I wouldn’t want to sprain my ankle before such an eventful weekend.” She says as she pulls her shawl tighter around her shoulders even though the cobblestones have nothing to do with her body temperature. He can’t help but turn his entire body around to look out the window, Mr. Bellshire is already standing beside the passenger’s side as he waits for his wife. Surely, Mrs. Bellshire doesn’t need Henry to walk her out and she’s only playing with the idea that it’ll look a certain way to her husband. It’s a game he doesn’t want to be part of, but he’s been raised to be polite, especially towards women.

I won't be tagging anyone as it's very late and there's no space in my brain right now to try and think of anything besides AH NEW TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM and I NEED TO GO TO BED RIGHT AFTER HITTING POST.

[badwolfweightloss-blog]

Jan 22 - Still Here

Brushing myself off after a slight dieting fail last night. But it won't stop me.

Overall, January has been very successful. There have been ups and downs and drama, though.

On Friday after I wrote the last entry, hubby and I were supposed to go on a date night. But, my mouth was killing me from all of the problems I was experiencing with this bone spur that was jetting out of my gums. I had it filed down again and was told I needed an oral surgeon to investigate what it was and make sure it wasn't a tumor. Of course, my anxiety was sky high after all of this. Hubby and I went out anyway for a little date. Didn't overeat, but when we came home, there was wine and I think perhaps some checutterie.

The next morning, my blood pressure was extremely high - 180 over 130. I was extremely dizzy. Went ot the ER for the whole day, got a catscan of my head, and lots of other tests. Of course, like every other anxiety attack I've ever had, it turned out to be nothing. A week and a half later, I finally go to an oral surgeon who said it was all resolved. I feel like an idiot now inretrospect, but this was all very real and scary to me while it was happening.

Anyway, the whole month was very on point after that. No overeating, I lost almost 8 pounds. I feel a little sad about this because when I was younger I would have lost faster, and I never had that big week one loss this time. That's ok though, I've been very on program, walking a little every day, and I even started the couch potato to 5k again. My joints feel every step and I feel a lot of hatred about what I've done to myself. I've been reading a lot about people with hanging skin after losing 100 pounds and this makes me apprehensive too. I have been completely alcohol free this month except that Friday and overall, that experience was so scary that most of me doesn't want to resume alcohol at all again. Of course, there are those moments when it becomes something that calls me. Once in a while, I can remember how wonderful that first glass of red wine feels, how it tastes like relaxation and special moments. How I crave both of those things so much, so red wine brings it and brings it hard. But the next day is so terrible that I have to keep that in mind.

Yesterday was the Giants game, and I had a similar situation, but instead of remembering how terrible I'd feel afterwards, I caved in for food. I cannot seem to stop beating myself up about it. I need to move on and I need to get good with myself again but I'm so very angry at my choices. I was 3 points left for the night but there was this inner call to order wings and things that I couldn't ignore. It wasn't even about me initially - it was about making it a special occasion for my kids. I know my daughter was mad for my son and I spending the night with the football game, and I know my son wanted wings. But is that just an excuse? Was it really me that wanted a special night? I wanted that excitement of a lot of people cheering for the game. I wanted my friends to be hosting something so I could go over and be part of something. In the end, one of them was available but she would have come to me and I didn't want to clean. I hate that my house is a mess. I hate that my other friends seem to have forgotten about me. I hate that my husband is always working and that he lied to me when he said he was going to retire this year. He lied to me when we got married when he said he was going to retire at 20 year and we would get a chance to live a normal life. Its all lies. He will never leave his job. I will always be a single. I regret marrying him and I regret this life and I regre this house and the whole thing. I don't get a doover. This is my life I've created and I have to live in it.

This is the background noise that runs in my head. Its run less this month as I've felt more proud of the weight loss and other work I'm doing to better myself. But, it was running last night and I caved. I am so so mad at myself. I ordered a veggie wrap, thinking it would be enough. And it would have put me at just negative 2 points for the 5 point tortilla. But I didn't stop there. I didn't stop. I started with some fries. Just a few. Then a whole lot. Then the wings. Just one. Then all 6 that were left. They were spicy and buttery and saucy and I loved them. And I loved the salty fries. They were salty and flavored and I was watching the football game with it.

But it was not pointed, and it wasn't planned, and it wasn't ok. And this morning I woke up with stomach cramps and had bad bowel movement, and I have literally not stopped thinking about what a failure I am. Was it worth it? Will I not see any loss this week? Why did I do this? What is wrong with me?

[mxllitiam]

gale's rejection does not come with any thought attached behind it, but even if he had the energy to pay katniss any mind now, he'd likely do the same. a woman married to the capitol's sweetheart -- what would the tabloids say if they saw her leaving his room, alone? maybe they'd be enough freaks to speculate about something between the two cousins, he wouldn't put it past them. either way, this is who she is now. katniss has become a pulsing reminder, a living, breathing capitol thing. he doesn't want to see her this way, but he does, even if he tries to push it to the back of his mind. he looks at her and sees only all the things he's missing, all the things he's never, ever getting back; the quiet days in the forest and shared laughter over some squirrel stew. she's a wax model of the best friend he grew up with.

his face furrows itself at her sudden anger, head shaking minutely. "what good would it do," he echoes in a murmur, what would any other time be a booming argument already starting. he's so tired. the kind of tired that seeps into his bones and sleep can't fix, the kind of tired he felt at his father's funeral. when it wasn't about having stayed up all night, it was about how comfortable the ground felt, how easily it could swallow him up if he just laid six feet under it, perhaps. "i could save her. keep her safe. i wouldn't have to bury my last fucking parent. that's what good it'd do." his voice is cold, even if it lacks the usual fire. he'd find his anger soon, he's sure of it. everything has been grating, lately. everything sucks up his energy and makes him feel like his skin is raw and irritated.

she is trying, of course she is. gale never doubted she would, and the implication makes him huff an annoyed sound. "am i supposed to be comforted by that? that she gets to die with -- what, dignity, trying to come back to her kids, rather than giving up? okay," he nods, and there it is -- the familiar anger. here is the catch: there is nothing katniss could say that would make this better. here is another catch: there's nothing that katniss can say that can't be twisted against her. he's in a mood, which is less the usual chip that would hang onto his shoulder for dear life sometimes, and more the fact that he's grieving his mother. he sits in a room, away from his siblings, and he watches his mother sleep, knowing she has another one, two, three days left. he's not an optimist. twelve hasn't had a victor in forever, and they just wasted all their luck last year. they're not getting another one. "why haven't you sent her anything yet?" the question sounds like a weapon on his tongue, and maybe it's telling, that this is the first time he turns to look at katniss. "she's already thirsty, hungry. they don't have any weapons, any defence. where's all the money you say you have?"

gale's rejection aches. it's something she has picked up on the last year, with all the turns of her life, because she's changed yet he has remained, or, well, he should have remained. he doesn't. he pushes her away unless she behaves the way the old katniss would, and it wounds her because she's desperate to be that half-wild girl in the woods with him again, but she's not. so she overthinks. she pulls away, seeing the only way of comfort she has doesn't work on him — it's all trial and error now, especially after the dead silence after the wedding, and now this, his mother dying in front of him because of her. it's probably selfish to think of herself in a moment like this. that gale would think of her in a moment like this — she hadn't, after all — but her heart is a beastly, selfish thing, and katniss decides she must simply tighten its chains when she's near gale, especially now.

"gale, shut the fuck up." it's by little katniss does not smack him for his stupidity, for his foolhardiness, for the sincerity of saying what they both are thinking and wishing they could do. "what good would that do, even if they had let you go? do you think hazelle would let you sacrifice for her? she'd die a hundred times for you if she could." that's a mother's love; from the moment she's entered the train, all hazelle thought and talked of was her children, the ones she had given a name and a home, and the ones who just wandered around like wildlife, like katniss. she had been selfish then, crying away, and she is selfish now. angry with herself and exasperated by the entire situation, she reaches forward and takes gale's hand into both of hers — her resolve dies a little as she notices the marks, so familiar because she's made them all over herself this past year, but she masks the sadness with obstination.

"gale." she beckons, as soft as she can. "i talked to her last night. she's been down this whole week, but last night, she said she would try. for you, and the kids. can't you see she's trying?" the four had been a slap to the face. katniss had been so furious she had avoided hazelle until the very last moment, but they had gotten that moment, while the others hadn't. she bites at the corner of her lip, but stands her ground. "we've got a shit load of money from these people. we're goin’ to help her the moment she really needs it — which is not now. she's good, away from danger. chandler's got her." for now, she thinks, chancing a look at the screen, but knows better than to push more of her negativity on that pile of nerves and anger next to her.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

I JUST HAVE TO REQUEST SOMETHING ONCE YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Congratulations!! Can I request Anthony Bridgerton with the fluff prompt “i love your voice, it’s soothing” and “move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.”?

Busy Days, Peaceful Nights // Anthony Bridgerton

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in what feels like forever. I just haven’t had the motivation but I wanted to post something short today so I hope it’s okay!

Warnings: established relationship, married couple, banter, anniversary, long days, cute, fluff.

Word count: 100+

The sun had finally set on an eventful day at Bridgerton House; the curtains having been drawn some time ago, and the oil lamps and sconces lit one by one through the grand house. Not only had family visited throughout the day, but dear friends and loved ones continued dropping in, wishing their happiness for the two of you on your fifth wedding anniversary. There hadn’t truly been a single moment for you to catch your breath; feeling much like you did on your wedding day as you smiled and smiled, and thanked and thanked.

It had been a very long day.

You simply couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left you as the final visitor left for the evening; leaving you alone to ready yourself for bed, removing the tight clothing you had sat in for the last hours of dinner. A shiver of relief rushes through you as you slip into your night robe; the fabric soft against your skin as you reach for the book that had been sitting on your nightstand for close to a week, left unopened and lonely. With a tired breath, you sit down on the couch in your bedroom, tucking your legs beneath you as you pull a blanket across your lap and open your book.

“Have they gone?” Anthony asks, poking his head around the door in a sheepish manner.

You raise a single, unimpressed eyebrow as you pause your reading. “Tell me, my love, did you manage to get all of your work done as I entertained?”

Anthony coughs; a shy look upon his face as he comes further in your shared bedroom. “Oh yes” He nods, “It has been a productive day, indeed.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” You answer, turning your attention back to your book and leaving your husband to brood as he gets ready for bed.

It doesn’t take Anthony long to miss your attention. Numerous Tim see a minute, Anthony glances over to where you sit on the couch, your book open in your lap as your eyes pour over the pages. For a single moment, Anthony feels rather jealous of the paper binding the book - he would rather have your attention on him than on the book. Feeling rather foolish, Anthony finishes his night routine before joining you.

“Move your blanket,” Anthony commands softly, beginning the process himself as he kneels on the couch. “I want to lay down on your lap.”

You obey your husband wordlessly, removing your blanket with an amused look on your face as Anthony smiles victoriously. In an instant, he’s shifted, laying down with his head in your lap. “Are you comfortable?” You ask, entertained by your beloved’s antics.

“Very,” he responds smartly, winking up at you. His satisfied expression turns to one of glee when a laugh falls from your lips at Anthony’s attempt to wink.

“Then I’ll continue reading.”

For what feels like an age to Anthony, the only sound in the room is the ticking of the clock above the fireplace. The very noise mocks him as he tries to relax, tries to let the tension of the day leech from his bones.

It doesn’t work.

“Read aloud?” Anthony asks from his place in your lap, wanting nothing than to hear your voice and be soothed by it.

Unable to deny Anthony anything, you begin to recite the written word aloud. Anthony watches your face for a while; he sees how the words bring you to life, how the characters fall from your lips as you breathe life into another person’s work. His eyes slip closed; your voice washing over him. “I love your voice,” he murmurs, eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face. “It’s soothing after such a day.”

“Ah yes,” You nod, feeling rather sympathetic for your poor husband. “You have had such a busy day, my love.”

“Is that sarcasm I detect, darling?”

“Why would you think such a thing?” You gasp, feigning hurt at Anthony’s words. “I’m simply agreeing with you, my dear. You have had an incredibly busy day, hiding in your office as I dealt with your family, my family, and our friends, and our neighbours.”

“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Anthony surmises; his eyes narrowing in as he takes in the triumphant look of glee written across your face.

“I knew from the moment Lady Featherington was announced at our door.”

Anthony snorts; his gaze amused before it turns serious. “Can you forgive me, my darling?”

You sigh, glancing down at the man you promised to love for an eternity. The words still ring true; you would love Anthony until your very last breath, your love for him being an integral part of your very being. As such, it was far too easy for Anthony to spot when he was let off the hook. A smile slowly begins to spread across his face; his eyes softening with his own love for you alongside residual mirth from your conversation. Anthony knew he was forgiven the moment you met his gaze.

Another sigh leaves you. “I suppose I could…” You begin, “For a price.”

“Name it,” Anthony states without hesitation, safe in the knowledge that he would go to the ends of the earth for you.

“A kiss.” You state happily.

Anthony obliges without haste.

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The Time of the Prey (5)

Summary: The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made. 

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Words: 3k

Warning: angst, kidnapping, being tied up, reference to rape (very little though), yelling, swearing

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When your consciousness came back to you it was far too late, the carriage was jostling around and hitting many stones. As a royal you knew this meant you were entering a kingdom with their own gravel grounds that caused the horse to move a little more skittishly. You were far away from a main road; your stomach began to turn. 

One man’s foot was pressed to your back, you laid on your stomach with your corset undone but nothing exposed, you had no idea if anyone had gone too far. You didn’t want them to know you were awake because you wanted to go as uninjured as possible. 

Growing up you had heard many stories about knights in shining armor saving their princesses and marrying them, Princes will save their wives and brothers will save their sisters to bring back to their father. Every story you were taught to sit and wait for someone, a man, to come find you. It may be because you are a little too hard headed, or maybe because you wanted to prove your late father wrong. 

But you were going to get out of there yourself, even if it meant losing an arm or your life in the process. 

When the carriage stopped you moved your head to the side, looking up at the man who had his foot on your back. He smirked at you and moved to get out of the cart, dragging you by your foot out as well. Your head smashed into the ground and caused a moment of spinning, stars appeared in your vision as another man hauled you over his shoulder. 

It seemed no one was around as they walked with you towards descending stairs, not many castles had dungeons these days, torutre and hostages weren’t common. But there was a war beginning now and everyone retreated back to their primary mind, needing to take what they could and keep it for as long as possible. 

When the man went down the stairs he held you over his shoulder, smashing his feet onto the ground so your ribs dug into the bone every step. It was a long staircase, never ending pain in your stomach, you let out a few groans but didn’t want any more attention to yourself, you couldn’t seem weak. 

“Here you go, Princess,” the man who was carrying you threw you onto the ground, causing you to groan in pain. The men were quick to tie you up against a few makeshift poles, the rope burned against your skin. “I’m surprised you haven’t said anything.” 

“The last time I attempted to speak you threatened to slit my throat,” you spoke to one out of three men, “so forgive me for being too quiet.” 

All of them laughed, “I like her,” said one with a bright orange beard. 

“Leave us,” a man with black hair that fell to his waist waved off his accomplices, staring you down in the process. He had many scars on his face, one of them caused his eyelid to be permanently pulled back. 

“You’re the ringleader, huh?” you asked. 

“You bet your ass I am,” he smirked and kneeled down to your level, “you’re the Princess, huh?” 

“I mean, not the important one,” you smiled at him, “I’m dead meat in most people's eyes, something they’d completely look past. My sister on the other hand…” you tried off and looked over to the side. 

“Your sister is a good prize but one that is almost impossible to earn,” the man’s voice was gravely and harsh, “taking her would have caused Sheildshire and South Lands to already be knocking down your drawbridge, and we needed a little more time so we chose you.” 

“I’m just curious because it seems like we’re being open here,” you saw the way he flashed a genuine grin, “why not my mother?” 

He scoffed and looked back to the door, “we’re spies,” he stood and kicked some dirt into your face, “we’re not monsters,” his feet took him to the door, “you’ll learn tomorrow how much we already know.” 

The door closed and you were left in the darkness, the air was still and it smelled of death. From the number of times you had been thrown around you couldn’t tell what that blurry image of white was in the corner, you hoped it wasn’t a skull. 

It was late in the afternoon, you could tell from the sun’s position and the moon already visible in the sky. There was a window with bars running vertically, you could see a small part of the sky but it was enough to know the time of day. 

A chill continuously ran up and down your back, you shook your entire body to try and stay warm but there was no use. There were dying embers in a fire pit, the smallest glow came from the centre, the heat was not not strong enough to get to you. 

The restraints were ropes tied tightly around your wrists and ankles, you were on your knees and got some relief when you rested back on your calves. The ropes were attached to hooks that were attached to wooden pillars, holding you taught. Your arms were slightly behind you and stretched out wide, causing stress to your elbow and shoulders, sitting back on your calves did only little to soothe the pain of ripping muscles. The ropes around your ankles were tied in such a way that made your ankles cross, causing pins and needles to flow up your right foot. 

“Ugh,” you pulled your right arm but only caused the pain to shoot further in your body, you looked over your shoulder to see what the contraption did when you pulled on it, seeing the way the wooden beam slightly moved. You did it again and the rope on the hook moved as well. 

After a few more pulls your limbs were screaming at you so you stopped, looking out the window and seeing the faint moon in the daylight. Maybe James was looking at it as well, you closed your eyes and saw him in front of you, smiling like he did when he came to see you paint. 

Your stomach twisted and your heart felt like it was going to explode at the thought that you might die with him thinking you were still cross with him. The painting was the best thing you had ever done but there’s no point in what you’ve done if you’re not there to make more of it. 

James was probably on his way now, trying to rescue you. That was sweet, and maybe someone else would want a knight in shining armour to help out. 

But you were about to break out of here alone. 

*******

James waited patiently outside the queen-to-be’s door, anxiously gripping the hilt of his dagger with one hand and his sword’s hilt with the other. Though he wore full silver armour now he had yet to put on his black gloves, they got way too hot and made his hands sweat. Through the door he could hear the wallows of Princess Natasha, Lady Melina, and Prince Steve was also in there as well, trying their best to calm her down but nothing worked. 

“Sorry to intrude…” James waited for a moment, thinking a small moment of silence was the best time to knock, “may I enter?” 

“You may,” Lady Melina spoke clearly. 

James opened the door to see Princess Natasha sitting on the edge of her bed, still in her dressing gown as she cried heavily into Prince Steve’s chest, covering most of her face with her hands. 

“As you may know,” James cleared his throat, “the war has begun, we are leaving before nightfall,” his eyes looked at Lady Melina’s, “I take full blame and responsibility for what happened to your daughter.” 

Lady Melina stood and flattened out her dark dress, “she told me that she fancied you,” a smile crept onto both of their faces, though both eyes stayed sad, “she told me other things as well…” 

“When I see her I’ll tell her I failed her,” James gulped, waiting to see her reaction. 

“Son,” Lady Melina reached out and cupped James’ cheek, “this is our life as women, I was a hostage before marrying their father,” she shook her head, “you didn’t fail anyone.” 

“But he did,” a voice came from James’ left, Natasha stood up with tears streaking down her face, “you were supposed to protect her, take care of her, make sure she wasn’t taken!” she screamed, Prince Steve quickly grabbed the Princess’ arms at her elbows, holding her back. 

“Natash-”

“She might die if you don’t get her, I don’t understand why you haven’t left now!” she jolted forward and broke out of the Prince’s grasp, “too busy with your preparations and yet you’re still behind-”

“Natasha-”

“I swear to the Gods the moment she comes back I’ll send her to find a real husband, a real man who will actually make sure she stays safe for the rest of her life,” her finger poked hard on James' armour. He couldn’t feel a thing. “You failed her, and you will always fail her.” 

James placed both hands out in surrender, “you must understand-”

“I understand perfectly!” she screamed, “you are the one who has failed to comprehend the danger you’ve put her in,” more tears gathered into her eyes, the rage and anger not completely taking over the sadness. 

“No,” James said slowly, “you must understand that your sister has been nothing but the second choice her entire life, you must understand that if I don’t get her back she will never know she will always be my first choice,” he paused and looked at Lady Melina, “I have failed her, yes. But you must know in my mind and heart she was always my first choice but it was executed terribly wrong.” then James looked at Natasha, “and I know you hate me, you might always hate me and I understand but never think-” tears welled in his eyes, “never think for a second I would leave her alone in a dungeon, I will go get her, and I will make sure she is safe.” 

“You will never see her,” Natasha spat, “if I learn that you’ve even looked at her I will have your head,” her tone was venomous and quiet. 

“NATASHA!” Lady Melina threw her daughter to the ground, “who do you think you are?” 

James took a step back, “it seems I should go…” 

“You should,” Natasha stood right in front of James, “I hope you have learned duty is the death of love.” 

James bowed in front of Natasha, “and you will soon learn love is the death of duty.” 

Before James could fully leave her room Lady Melina looked at James one more time, “go get my daughter, please.” her hand reached out and grabbed his, squeezing it tightly. 

“I will.” James nodded and left the room quickly, holding back his own tears as he walked to where most men were gathered. 

Men passed James in a blurr, James would nod and simply keep walking. He was not the highest regarded Knight in the kingdom but he was still one to be feared, everyone knew him because of how close he was to the Prince. 

“Ser,” a man had passed him, stopped, then called out his name, “may I ask where you’re going?” James didn’t respond, looking at him confused, “I do not mean to intrude if you have other duties but…the horses are nearly ready, I’d say you’re close to being left behind.” 

James nodded and looked over his shoulder, “I left my bag in my chamber, I will be there soon enough,” James forced a smile as the younger Knight quickly walked away. 

The moment he closed his door he pushed his back against it with force, a hand coming to his mouth to cover the sobs he wanted to let out. He hoped and prayed no one was standing outside of his door, waiting to knock and come in because James knew you can hear almost everything through the cracks in the wood. 

His breaths were short, his hand moving to his neck where the lump resided. In his mind you were there, standing before him with a sad look on your face. The one, of many, things he loved about you was your empathy, you could feel and internalize the feelings coming from another person and in this moment he missed the feeling. 

In his mind you stood in your favourite dress, bare feet, a sad smile. Your hands were reaching out slowly, making sure he knew you were about to touch him. As he wiped away his own tears he imagined you doing for him, “it’s okay,” he whispered to himself, changing his own voice in his head to match yours, “you’re okay.”

When his breathing came back James rolled his shoulders back, standing tall and keeping his chin up. His mind was shutting off, rage and anger were guiding him to his horse. His armour and metal clinked together as his feet pounded against the floor, he pulled on his gloves with a few quick tugs. 

His eyes were dead straight, not looking away for anything or anyone asking him questions. James found his caramel coloured horse, Ryder, and jumped on without hesitation. 

“Ser,” a squire came beside him, “we don’t have your bag-”

“Doesn’t matter,” James grumbled with his eyes forward, “they’ll all be dead by sunrise.” the squire backed away and James whipped his reigns, “Men,” he called, “onward!”

The castle slowly disappeared behind James’ shoulder, his eyes were set forward and his mind had one single thought. 

Bring her home. 

If not for him, then for Lady Melina. 

He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after what he had done. He had kept you locked up in your room, lonely in a kingdom that was not yours. Not to mention James ruining your painting, he could have easily gone to get it himself, but he didn’t want to miss the meeting. He had let the war take over when in reality all he wanted to think about was you, he didn’t remember the last time he spent real time with you; and now he’d have to pay. 

Lady Natasha had real power, though she wasn’t from his kingdom she could still make changes as if she owned it. She had all the power to banish James and make him never see you again, she could send her sister away to anywhere her heart desires, making her far away from James. 

The entire group was in a steady pace, James rode alone on the dirt path while everyone else doubled up. His eyes never budged whenever someone would call his name, he was near the front because of his status but there were men in front of him to answer the questions. James growled at a few men who decided to pull their horses up beside him, after an hour it was known that James wanted nothing to do with these men; just you. 

James wanted to be there by nightfall but that was next to impossible, though he thought he could make it there if his horse was full sprint the entire time but he knew that wasn’t fair to the horse so he stuck with the trotting group. The deeper into the forest the harder it was to tell the time. There were sections where the high trees completely covered the sky, leaving a very dark path in front of them. Men much smarter than James would know when to stop, they would be able to tell the time with the smallest crack of sun shining through the leaves. 

On the forefront of his mind was you. 

Your smile and your laugh, the way you hugged him. James could almost feel your head against his chest, the way you nuzzled into him after a few seconds, almost letting him know your guard was down and he could also relax like you. As much as he wanted to save you and bring you home he knew the inevitable was waiting for him, he could run away with you but that would look like the same situation you were in now: a man taking you away. But James wasn’t just a man to you, he could tell from the way you looked at him you fancied him, the only way he knew was because you looked at him the same way he looked at you. 

“We’re stopping here!” a man called from the front of the line, “no tents, we’re up early tomorrow, find a tree or a stump and make sure your horse doesn’t run away,” everyone shouted back a verbal confirmation. 

James slightly pulled off to the side, not getting in anyone's way. “Here we go Ryder,” James groaned as he dismounted off the horse, “let me get you some food,” he always had a habit of talking to Ryder, he’d grown up with the war horse. 

“Can I get three apples?” James asked the man with all the food. 

“Three?” he sighed, “you don’t need three.” 

“For my horse,” James crossed his arm, “two are for my horse.” 

“Two and a half is all you’re getting, Ser,” the man split one apple down the middle and passed them to James. Other men grabbed their food and headed back to their spot, James found Ryder again and fed him the apples, leaving the half to himself. 

His back slid against the tree, using his pocket knife to cut up slices for himself while he tried to make himself comfortable. Through the tall trees there was a pocket of sky, it was deep in the night. A chill ran down his spine, causing him to snag the blanket off the pack on his horse. His eyes made their way to the sky again, finding one star visible in the small crack. 

It twinkled and winked at him, the way your eyes do. A smile graced his lips as winked back, it was almost like looking into one of your eyes. 

almost. 

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The Game

Genre: Smut

Summary: Playing a game made for couples with your best friend wasn’t such a bright idea. Or was it ?

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ (Minors, leave me and my blog alone), spanking, mention of daddy kink, cream pie, rough, dom!Dabi, praising

,, Can you hurry up already ? ‘’ Touya yelled from the living room as you were getting ready. ,, We are only going to buy groceries, we ain’t going to Met Gala for fucks sake’’ he hissed, once he realised that you ain’t answering him.

,, Give me a second’’ you screamed, as you were putting on your mascara carefully.

,, I gave you a whole fucking hour, woman’’ Touya snapped back, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to stress around a bit. Thinking about it, the two of you looked like married couple, yet you were nothing more than two best friends and roommates.

Once you were done, you made your way toward the shopping center that wasn’t that far away from your apartment. There wasn’t any specific reason the two of you were going there, you only needed some groceries to get, and you could literally get that in the store near your apartment. But the two of you decided to go out a bit, since both of you were pretty much focused on the studies last few days.

You and Touya know each other since you were little kids. Your mother and Rei were childhood best friends, so you and Touya grew up together. It was one of those forced friendships, that would have some huge development later on. As you were getting older, you started realising that you actually liked spending your time with him.

,, I hate this.. When I have money, there is nothing nice to buy, but when I’m broke as fuck, every dress is looking beautiful’’ you rolled your eyes disappointedly. Every time you don’t have much money, the stores around are having such a beautiful collections.

Of course, being your best friend, Touya always bought you clothes you had your eyes on, as a small surprise after you had a long and hard day at uni. You really loved him. Not only because of that, but simply for being him. Everyone knew how damn grateful you were for having him and your life and you really never tried to hide that.

,, Let’s go see if they have some board games, maybe we can buy something and play tonight’’ Touya suggested, grabbing your hand as he took the lead. Every time Touya would hold your hand, your heart would skip a beat. Probably because of the fact that you had one big and fat crush on your best friend.

You were not sure when did it start. Maybe when he pierced his nose, or when people started thinking that the two of you are couple, or maybe the feeling was always there, but you kept it somewhere buried in your mind. Hiding it from everyone and especially from him.

,, Oh, I always wanted to play thing game’’ Touya said, holding a small, black package in his hands. You tried to grab it away from him, but unsuccessfully.

,, What is it ? Show me’’ You squeaked excitedly, hoping it’s something fun.

,, It’s Drunk in love’’ He said, waving the small package in the air. Confusion and jealousy washed over you as you looked at the back of the package. You’ve heard about that game, it’s one for couples.

,, Should we buy it ? I really want to play it’’ He asked. Only confusion was left in your body once he asked you that.

,, Isn’t that a game for couples ?’’ You asked him back.

,, Yeah, but it really isn’t something special, after all everyone is mistaking us for couple, so i don’t see a problem here’’ Touya said, winking at you. ,, Unless you are scared’’ he added fast. You knew that he was just trying to tease you a bit, it was how he always got things his way.

,, You know very well that I ain’t scared. But Touya, that’s not something we should play’’ you said honestly. Sure you would love to play that with him, but you didn’t know what kind of game that really is, so it gave you mixed feelings.

,, Trust me, the game is not a big deal. It’s just fun.’’ He said, looking down at you, hoping you’ll agree with his suggestion. ,, Trust me doll’’ he repeated, and the moment you let a deep breath out and rolled your eyes, Touya knew that he won, making his way to the cashier immediately.

,, Let’s buy something to drink at least’’ you said, hoping that the game won’t be so bad at the end.

,, We have to, it’s a drinking game anyway’’ Touya laughed, placing one arm around you, as the two of you walked to the store with alcohol.

The two of you bought a bottle of vodka, before you made your way home. Not wasting any time, Touya helped you put the groceries in the fridge, before he opened the small package. He took two small glasses for shots, and placed them beside the deck of cards that were already on the table in the living room.

You took two normal glasses and orange juice, in case the vodka might be too much. Touya was already waiting for you, searching for some music on YouTube, as he sat on the floor.

,,Here’’ Touya offered you a cigarette, once you sat on the other side, placing one pillow under your ass. You gladly accepted the cigarette, as you enjoyed the music he found.

The two of you drank few shots of vodka, before you started to play. You weren’t sure what to expect of that game, but if you were being honest, the alcohol was helping you, even tho it was just a little bit.

,, Imma go first’’ Touya said, taking one card. ,, Describe your worst hookup ever or drink’’ he read it out lout. Okay, that wasn’t something so bad, after all, you’ve already talked about it with him.

,, Ehh, that one time I slept with Kai.’’ You said rolling your eyes as you thought about it.

,,Ah, that time when you though he’s still fingering you ?’’ Touya asked, laughing a bit.

,, Yes Touya, his dick was that small’’ You laughed, feeling a little bit more comfy about the stupid game. ,, My turn’’ you added, taking one card.

,, Reveal your biggest sexual fantasy or drink’’ You read it excitedly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

,, Yeah, no’’ Touya laughed, taking a shot without thinking twice, leaving you all disappointed. ,, Pull another one’’ Touya said, closing his eyes because of the strong taste of the alcohol.

,, Give your parter a piggy back ride around the room or drink’’ a big smile formed on your face as you read the sentence.

,, Easy peasy’’ Touya commented, standing up. The moment he turned around, giving you a sign to hop on his back, you did it. The two of you looked like children, running around the apartment like crazy.

,, Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm’’ Touya said, placing the card on the table. Of course you had to drink, thanking God you didn’t have to take a shot for every orgasm you faked.

Card after card, and shot after shot, the two of you were getting tipsier and the cards were getting spicier.

,, Blindfold your partner and make them guess which body part they’re touching or drink’’ Touya read the sentence, glad he was the one who found it first. ,, Yeah, you gonna chicken out ‘’ he teased.

,, Shut up and close your eyes’’ You said thinking about what part you should let him touch. Everything was way too easy to guess. At one point you were almost sure that there was a typo on the card, and that you should touch yourself and he should guess which part, but Touya was 100% sure that he was supposed to touch you.

Taking his hands, you decided that it would be the best if he would touch your collar and breast bones. At your surprise, he was tracing his fingers lightly over your skin, furrowing his eyebrows confusingly as he tried to understand what part of your body he’s touching.

,, Collarbones’’ He said opening his eyes immediately. ,, Ok, you’ve lost, drink’’ he commanded with a smirk on his face, as he took another card.

,, Take one article of clothing or drink’’ Touya placed the card on the table, leaning back onto the lower part of your couch. When he took of his shirt, showing of his perfectly toned body covered with various different tattoos, you realised that the card was referring to both of you. Since your shirt was a bit oversized, you decided to take of your pants.

Trying to ignore the small situation you found yourself in, you took another card fast.

,, Let your partner spank you or drink’’ you read it confusedly, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. Once you understood, you started shaking your head in disbelief, following with one loud laugh. What the fuck did you get yourself into ?

,, Come on doll, come to daddy ‘’ Touya joked, spreading his arms over the couch, as you took the shot of vodka anyway, before you made your way toward him.

Not giving you much time, Touya pulled you down, bending you over his lap. ,, You have no idea how much I wanted to do this’’ He confessed, as he pulled your shirt just enough to show your ass. You couldn’t even focus on his small confession, since you were trying to prepare yourself on the upcoming spanks.

Instead of spanking you, Touya decided to take his time with you, tracing his fingers over your hips and playing with the ends of your panties, pulling them up, forming a thong with them. You were glad that some alcohol was in your system, because you were pretty sure that sober you would never survive that.

,, Now doll, be a good girl and take every single spank for daddy’’ Touya whispered, before he connected his palm with your ass cheek, making you yelp in pain. With every spank he gave you, the pain was getting intenser. But you didn’t mind, after all, isn’t that what you wished for ?

,, Such a good Girl’’ He prised, caressing the red marks he left over your ass. Once you got back on the other side of the table, both you and him started laughing hysterically.

,, Lick your partner below the waist or finish your drink’’ Touya said, smirking widely once again. ,, There’s no way I’m finishing this drink’’ He added, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward him.Touya pushed up on the couch, as he started licking your legs slowly.

You couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. Both of you half naked, playing some overly sexual game, which led him to licking your legs. You weren’t sure what was driving you more crazy, him licking your legs or his erection that was showing under his grey sweatpants.

Touya placed his hand on your tight, giving in one strong squeeze as he was placing wet kisses on your right inner tight. You could feel his lips getting closer and closer to your private parts, but you didn’t dare to say anything.

,, Wanna know what my fantasy is ?’’ Touya asked, kissing and biting onto the skin around your panties. All you could do is nod your head quietly, lost under his touch and soft kisses.

,, You, you are my biggest fantasy. I want to have you all for myself’’ Touya said hovering over you. ,, I want you to be mine’’ he added, looking you directly in the eyes, before he started leaving soft kisses all over your face.

,, Wanna be mine ? Just you and me doll’’ He asked, biting your lip.

,, Yes’’ You answered him so fast. Fuck yes you want to be his, He didn’t even have to ask you that, you were always his.

Once he heard you say that, Touya pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his hard dick jump straight up. Not breaking the kiss, he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your entrance.

,, Doll, tell me if I’m too rought’’ He said, entering you slowly while he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites. You couldn’t manage to give him a proper answer, hoping that simply nodding your head was understandable enough.

Once he was fully inside of you, he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started rocking his hips into you. He wasn’t doing it slow, and the position you were in wasn’t the most comfortable one, but you didn’t care about that. All you could think of was the pleasure he was giving you at the moment, mixed with pain.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you recklessly, breathing into your neck as his moves were getting stronger and stronger.

,, So tight for me’’ Touya groaned, enjoying the warm feeling your walls were giving him. It felt like you were made just for him. Placing one hand on your hip, and other one on the edge of the couch, he increased his speed, fucking you stronger and deeper than before. With every move he made, he was hitting your g spot, making you moan louder and louder. You were pretty sure that your neighbours were able to hear the two of you, but none of you gave a single fuck.

Both of you were about to cum. His groans were getting louder, and he was fucking you ever harder, while your walls were getting tighter and tighter around him, making it even more enjoyable for him.

,, You can cum inside’’ You managed to say somehow, moaning his name and squeezing your eyes shut once you reached your high.

,, I was planning to ’’ He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, making it even better for you. After few thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into you. Moving few more times as he made sure to fill you nice and good, not wasting a single drop of his sperm. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, fighting for his breath.

,, I love you so much Doll’’ he said, connecting his lips with your own.

,, I love you too’’ You answered him, smiling widely into the kiss.

That night he took care of you, cleaning you, and taking you to his room, making sure that you are alright and that he didn’t hurt you. That night he made sure to clear some things out, he made sure that you wouldn’t think this was some sort of misunderstanding. Telling you how he actually always wanted to ask you out, and how that game was just a chance for him to get him where he is now. With you in his bed, locked between his arms.

That night you understood that your crush was never one sided, and that you were the reason why your best friend never dated anyone else.

Who would have thought that such a dirty game could bring people together ? Would lead them to confessing to each other. You sure didn’t think so, yet there you are, instead of daydreaming about it, you are enjoying the warmth of your best friend, roommate and lover.

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hiiii! long time, no headcanon, but i'm back with a doozy!

imagine this: robin and steve signing up for a ballroom dancing class (why? doesn't really matter, it could be because robin's cousin is getting married and her parents force her to take classes or it's just them picking up a new hobby, who knows), only to have their jaws dropped to the floor and then some when they see the instructors with their matching curly hair, bright eyes and tight black clothes.

eddie and nancy show the dance they'll be practicing the next couple of weeks and let's just say that steve and robin having trouble keeping the focus on the dance routine because holy shit nancy looks so graceful and holy shit eddie just picks her up and spins her around with such ease, and on their way home steve and robin are both having a full-on crisis because holy shit how are they going to survive the nextclasses if one night alone was torture enough??

things only get worse when robin trips over her feet a couple of times a couple of classes later (this is why she doesn't wear heels), spurring nancy on to help her with the steps (this obviously does not work on bit) and eddie swoops right in to waltz off with steve, who had been left alone to fend for himself. steve is freaking out because eddies's hands (!!!) on his waist (!!!) and he's complimenting steve's form and how good he's doing before he spins steve around, leaving steve dizzy in a way that's not just from dancing.

eddie keeps coming back to him after that, giving him pointers and compliments were needed, paying him much more attention than the other students. steve is left wondering if he's not keeping up with the rest of the class (his teacher wouldn't be paying that much attention to him otherwise right??) so after class, he asks eddie about private lessons, to which (obviously) agrees and let's just say, that private lesson doesn't involve as much dancing as steve had thought

idk that's as far as my brain got but there's just something about eddie in dirty dancing-like dance instructor clothes, his hair in a messy ponytail, and being all suave on the dance floor. 'kay byeeee

Hello!!! Okay so I've trying to come up with a way to answer this that isn't just a keyboard smash because i am INVESTED! GIVE ME DIRTY DANCING RONANCE AND STEDDIE!!!! Steve and Robin 10000% watched dirty dancing and were SQUEELING at the lover boy scene, I JUST KNOW IT!!! Steve wants to be Baby and Robin wants to be Johnny and they both have huge crushes on Penny. I desperately love everythign you said!!!!!

Nancy and Eddie spotted Robin and Steve from the moment they walked through the door and Nancy is nothing if not a Determined Woman so as soon as she see's an opening to swoop in on Robin she takes it. Nancy lets out a sigh and tries to hide as smile as she sees Robin struggle with the steps. Eddie is standing right next to her and mumurs a ‘go get your girl Wheeler'

and Nancy laughs 'I know your game Eddie, you just want her partner freed up. Good thing I'm all about charity and helping the hopeless.'

Eddie doesn't reply, just sticks out his hand and Nancy grips it, they shake hands with a shared 'good luck.'

After the first encounter where Eddie complimented Steve's rhthym and literally anything else he could think of he decides to up his game the next week. Eddie slides up to Steve after Nancy plucks Robin away again. 'so I was thinking, last week I was the lead. And that isn't the way you'll be dancing with your friend, right? So lets switch it up this time around' and with a smile that somehow doesn't betray the bone shattering nerves Eddie is experiencing. He guides Steve's hands, one to sit on Eddie's hip and the other to hold his hand. Steve doesn't move, just stands and stares at his hand on Eddie's waist, wanting to squeeze the warmth radiating under his hand, wanting to drag his fingers over the skin, slowly, and lower, so much lower. But he snaps himself out of it with the hint of a blush on his face and locks eyes with Eddie

'So, ready to tell me what to do?'

Steve feels Eddie's grip on his shoulder tighten for a fraction of a second and absolutely resolutely does NOT think about it when he's on his own later that night (he does).

The next week there's an odd number of people that turns up, normally Eddie would just dance with this person himself but he can't face the thought of not touching Steve. So he brings the single woman and Steve together and says they are going to dance together. Steve panics, worries he'll step on this lady's feet or trip her up but Eddie has a trick up his sleeve.

'Oh don't you worry sweetheart, I'll be guiding you all the way'.

Steve doesn't know what this means, but imagines it will involve Eddie circling around him and his dance partner, telling Steve exactly what to do and when. Infact it is so much worse. Eddie tells Steve and his partner to find their first position together and then, then, Eddie comes up close behind Steve, both hands on his hips as he presses on Steve's waist, talking close to his ear

'I'll keep nice and close Steve, show you exactly what I'm looking for. Exactly how I want you to move'.

In that moment, Steve swear he dies. He stares hard over the shoulder of his partner and prays to god he doesn't let out every sound that is begging to come out of his mouth. He gives as good as he gets though, swaying in close to his partner when he needs and pressing back into Eddie when he can. The pair of them are a complete mess. What Steve doesn't know is his dance partner was a ruse, somebody Nancy invited after she realised she'd have to do something if she didn't want to spend another evening listening to Eddie lament about Steve's smile or his eyes or his eyebrows

('Really Eddie? His eyebrows?'

'You dont understand wheeler, this man is perfection. i'd pet his toe hair if he wanted me to.')

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Jon II (Chapter 7)

Get in loser, Janos Slynt is losing his head.

He almost burned the parchment then and there. Instead he took a sip of ale, the dregs of the half cup that remained from his solitary supper the night before.

The lead-up to this is going to be worse than the Red Wedding.

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When Gilly entered, she went at once to her knees. Jon came around the table and drew her to her feet. "You don't need to take a knee for me. That's just for kings."

ha HA, get it? Jon's going to be exiled.

+.+.+

Is it Mance? Val begged the king to spare him. She said she'd let some kneeler marry her and never slit his throat if only Mance could live.

George puts a lot of thought and consideration into naming his characters, because he wants the names to perfectly embody the spirit of the character.

That's why Val has the most boring insipid name in the story.

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"Refuse, and the boy will burn. Not on the morrow, nor the day after … but soon, whenever Melisandre needs to wake a dragon or raise a wind or work some other spell requiring king's blood. Mance will be ash and bone by then, so she will claim his son for the fire, and Stannis will not deny her. If you do not take the boy away, she will burn him."

We already know Mance is a dead man, but that's pretty much confirming it, yeah?

Only one royal left to burn.

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"A mother can't leave her son, or else she's cursed forever. Not a son. We saved him, Sam and me. Please. Please, m'lord. We saved him from the cold."

Included the italics on son. Strange.

Of course Craster's wives/daughters did leave all their sons (no judgment), so I'm not sure what's being implied here.

Everyone's cursed!

Craster's blood is black, and he bears a heavy curse. - Jon III, ASOS

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"Men say that freezing to death is almost peaceful. Fire, though … do you see the candle, Gilly?"

She looked at the flame. "Yes."

"Touch it. Put your hand over the flame."

Her big brown eyes grew bigger still. She did not move.

"Do it." Kill the boy. "Now."

If you chant this three times in front of a mirror Bowen Marsh appears.

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"Down. Let it kiss you."

Gilly lowered her hand. An inch. Another. When the flame licked her flesh, she snatched her hand back and began to sob.

"Fire is a cruel way to die. Dalla died to give this child life, but you have nourished him, cherished him. You saved your own boy from the ice. Now save hers from the fire."

It's Gilly's Song of Ice and Fire!

Here's a guy that's definitely going to be down to fuck a woman who burns populated cities to the ground.

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"Your son has no king's blood. Melisandre gains nothing by giving him to the fire. Stannis wants the free folk to fight for him, he will not burn an innocent without good cause. Your boy will be safe. I will find a wet nurse for him and he'll be raised here at Castle Black under my protection. He'll learn to hunt and ride, to fight with sword and axe and bow. I'll even see that he is taught to read and write." Sam would like that. "And when he is old enough, he will learn the truth of who he is. He'll be free to seek you out if that is what he wants."

Unless she's buried under Winterfell.

I'm guilty of forgetting this is not meant to be a short-term separation. Brutal.

+.+.+

Samwell Tarly turned up a few moments later, clutching a stack of books.

Time for some déjà vu.

We've already been shown this conversation in Samwell's first AFFC chapter, so I won't cover it all again.

Samwell I, AFFC

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The raven did its best to peck through his palm. Sam yowled, the bird flapped off, corn scattered. "Did that wretch break the skin?" Jon asked.

Sam gingerly removed his glove. "He did. I'm bleeding."

"We all shed our blood for the Watch. Wear thicker gloves." 

Ugh.

There isn't a single POV I'm looking forward to.

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"At Winterfell, Tommen fought my brother Bran with wooden swords," Jon said, remembering. "He wore so much padding he looked like a stuffed goose. Bran knocked him to the ground." He went to the window and threw the shutters open. The air outside was cold and bracing, though the sky was a dull grey. "Yet Bran's dead, and pudgy pink-faced Tommen is sitting on the Iron Throne, with a crown nestled amongst his golden curls."

Bran and Tommen sat on a wall, Bran and Tommen had a great fall; All the King's horses And all the King's men, Could only put Bran back together again.

Sorry, nothing new to add. I'm only including so I don't forget to put this reversal under King Bran's foreshadowing.

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"Yet Bran's dead, and pudgy pink-faced Tommen is sitting on the Iron Throne, with a crown nestled amongst his golden curls."

That got an odd look from Sam, and for a moment he looked as if he wanted to say something.

Lol.

Bran's not dead, Sam wanted to say. He's gone beyond the Wall with Coldhands. The words caught in his throat. I swore I would not tell. - Samwell I, AFFC

He will.

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"Stannis says it's not enough. The more you give a king, the more he wants. We are walking on a bridge of ice with an abyss on either side. Pleasing one king is difficult enough. Pleasing two is hardly possible."

Many other jonsas have already identified that's exactly what Sansa faces in her final AFFC chapter.

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The oldest histories we have were written after the Andals came to Westeros. The First Men only left us runes on rocks, so everything we think we know about the Age of Heroes and the Dawn Age and the Long Night comes from accounts set down by septons thousands of years later. There are archmaesters at the Citadel who question all of it.

Nice reminder to question everything we're about to be told.

I'll also use this opportunity to remind everyone it's Arianne Martell and Daemon Sand who will explore caves in TWOW, not Jon and Daenerys.

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"I found mention of dragonglass. The children of the forest used to give the Night's Watch a hundred obsidian daggers every year, during the Age of Heroes.

If you're wondering where the children of the forest found obsidian, the answer is likely Skagos.

Though rarely seen off their island, the stoneborn once were accustomed to crossing the Bay of Seals to trade or, more oft, raid—until King Brandon Stark, Ninth of His Name, broke their power once and for all, destroyed their ships, and forbade them the sea. For most of recorded history, they have remained an isolated, backward, savage folk, as like to murder those who land upon their isle as to trade with them. When they do consent to trade, the Skagosi offer pelts, obsidian blades and arrowheads, and "unicorn horns" for goods they desire. - TWoIaF

Davos is headed there now.

That leaves Dragonstone. Who is going to Dragonstone?

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"The armor of the Others is proof against most ordinary blades, if the tales can be believed, and their own swords are so cold they shatter steel. Fire will dismay them, though, and they are vulnerable to obsidian. I found one account of the Long Night that spoke of the last hero slaying Others with a blade of dragonsteel. Supposedly they could not stand against it."

"Dragonsteel?" The term was new to Jon. "Valyrian steel?"

"That was my first thought as well."

Question everything you're being told.

We've covered this before, but I'll say it again: the Long Night preceded the creation of Valyrian Steel by thousands of years. Sorry, Game of Thrones.

They're wrong, and if Samwell took a second to think about it, he'd realize that.

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"My lord, my f-f-f-father, Lord Randyll, he, he, he, he, he … the life of a maester is a life of servitude. No son of House Tarly will ever wear a chain. The men of Horn Hill do not bow and scrape to petty lords. Jon, I cannot disobey my father."

Kill the boy, Jon thought. The boy in you, and the one in him. Kill the both of them, you bloody bastard.

Ugh.

Get yourself killed, leave Samwell out of this!

+.+.+

He knew what he would face today, and found himself tossing restlessly as he brooded on Maester Aemon's final words. "Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel," the old man had said, "the same counsel that I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grown with sons of his own, yet in some ways still a boy. Egg had an innocence to him, a sweetness we all loved. Kill the boy within you, I told him the day I took ship for the Wall. It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. Kill the boy and let the man be born." The old man felt Jon's face. "You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born."

See, it's only fair Jon gets to send Aemon on a cruise to the netherworld. You get me killed, I get you killed.

We make our own canon, so I've decided it's Aemon's fault Egg went full Targ at Summerhall.

(never go full Targ)

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Kedge Whiteye had the Wall when Jon made his ascent. Kedge had seen forty-odd namedays, thirty of them on the Wall. His left eye was blind, his right eye mean. In the wild, alone with axe and garron, he was as good a ranger as any in the Watch, but he had never gotten on well with the other men. 

I hate it.

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Ser Richard Horpe and Ser Justin Massey were both queen's men, and high in the king's councils. A pair of common freeriders would have served if all that Stannis had in mind was scouting, Jon Snow reflected, but knights are better suited to act as messengers or envoys. 

Sorry, this reminded me of something I didn't connect in previous chapters. Small detour.

Barristan Selmy believes the Unsullied are not meant to be detectives ->

"Soldiers, not warriors, if it please Your Grace. They were made for the battlefield, to stand shoulder to shoulder behind their shields with their spears thrust out before them. Their training teaches them to obey, fearlessly, perfectly, without thought or hesitation … not to unravel secrets or ask questions." - Daenerys I, ADWD

Illyrio and Tyrion throw that same shade Barristan Selmy's way ->

"Let us hope this dream was not prophetic. You are a clever imp, just as Varys said, and Daenerys will have need of clever men about her. Ser Barristan is a valiant knight and true; but none, I think, has ever called him cunning."

"Knights know only one way to solve a problem. They couch their lances and charge. - Tyrion II, ADWD

Keep that in mind when this knight becomes the Queen's Hand, and tries to solve a locust mystery.

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Ghost slept at the foot of the bed that night, and for once Jon did not dream he was a wolf. Even so, he slept fitfully, tossing for hours before sliding down into a nightmare. Gilly was in it, weeping, pleading with him to leave her babes alone, but he ripped the children from her arms and hacked their heads off, then swapped the heads around and told her to sew them back in place.

I wasn't sure if Jon knew all the details of what happened to Robb. I think I got my answer.

+.+.+

Jon expected hot mulled wine, and was surprised to find that it was soup, a thin broth that smelled of leeks and carrots but seemed to have no leeks or carrots in it. The smells are stronger in my wolf dreams, he reflected, and food tastes richer too. Ghost is more alive than I am.

Ugh.

Thanks, I got it. You can stop now, George.

+.+.+

Jon felt something wet and cold upon his face. When he raised his eyes, he saw that it was snowing. A bad omen. 

[...]

"So do you, Sam. Have a swift, safe voyage, and take care of her and Aemon and the child." The cold trickles on his face reminded Jon of the day he'd bid farewell to Robb at Winterfell, never knowing that it was for the last time. "And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair."

Not always. What about drifting snowflakes?

That's not foreshadowing, Samwell will be fine.

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"I've sent to Oldtown for more maesters. You'll have two ravens for when your need is urgent. When it's not, send riders. Until we have more maesters and more birds, I mean to establish a line of beacon towers along the top of the Wall."

That's a good idea. Will anything come of it?

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If the climbers reached the top of the Wall undetected, however, everything changed. Given time, they could carve out a toehold for themselves up there, throwing up ramparts of their own and dropping ropes and ladders for thousands more to clamber over after them. That was how Raymun Redbeard had done it, Raymun who had been King-Beyond-the-Wall in the days of his grandfather's grandfather. Jack Musgood had been the lord commander in those days. Jolly Jack, he was called before Redbeard came down upon the north; Sleepy Jack, forever after. Raymun's host had met a bloody end on the shores of Long Lake, caught between Lord Willam of Winterfell and the Drunken Giant, Harmond Umber. Redbeard had been slain by Artos the Implacable, Lord Willam's younger brother. The Watch arrived too late to fight the wildlings, but in time to bury them, the task that Artos Stark assigned them in his wroth as he grieved above the headless corpse of his fallen brother.

Jon did not intend to be remembered as Sleepy Jon Snow. 

Worldbuilding or cleverly hidden foreshadowing? I'm too tired to figure it out.

If anyone is getting flanked, I have to believe it's Ramsay's army during the Battle for Winterfell.

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When Kegs and Dolorous Edd arrived with Slynt, Jon thanked them and bid Lord Janos sit.

That he did, albeit with poor grace, crossing his arms, scowling, and ignoring the naked steel in his lord commander's hands. Jon slid the oilcloth down his bastard sword, watching the play of morning light across the ripples, thinking how easily the blade would slide through skin and fat and sinew to part Slynt's ugly head from his body. All of a man's crimes were wiped away when he took the black, and all of his allegiances as well, yet he found it hard to think of Janos Slynt as a brother. There is blood between us. This man helped slay my father and did his best to have me killed as well.

I'm far too biased to take part in any discussion over whether Jon went too far with Janos Slynt, but I will say it's not ideal he wants to kill him.

I'm okay with it, for the record.

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"Lord Janos," Jon said, "I will give you one last chance. Put down that spoon and get to the stables. I have had your horse saddled and bridled. It is a long, hard road to Greyguard."

"Then you had best be on your way, boy." Slynt laughed, dribbling porridge down his chest. "Greyguard's a good place for the likes of you, I'm thinking. Well away from decent godly folk. The mark of the beast is on you, bastard."

I love the theory that Jon's first chapter back will be called The Beast or something similar.

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"As you will." Jon nodded to Iron Emmett. "Please take Lord Janos to the Wall—"

[...]

"—and hang him," Jon finished.

Janos Slynt's face went as white as milk. The spoon slipped from his fingers. Edd and Emmett crossed the room, their footsteps ringing on the stone floor. Bowen Marsh's mouth opened and closed though no words came out. Ser Alliser Thorne reached for his sword hilt. Go on, Jon thought. Longclaw was slung across his back. Show your steel. Give me cause to do the same.

[...]

"I will not hang him," said Jon. "Bring him here."

"Oh, Seven save us," he heard Bowen Marsh cry out.

Something tells me Bowen Marsh wasn't happy with Jon's decision.

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This is wrong, Jon thought. "Stop."

Emmett turned back, frowning. "My lord?"

"I will not hang him," said Jon. "Bring him here."

"Oh, Seven save us," he heard Bowen Marsh cry out.

The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, "Edd, fetch me a block," and unsheathed Longclaw.

This is foreshadowed in two different books, and the theme of noose vs. sword is constantly revisited in many different POVs.

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. - Sansa VI, AGOT

x

A small gold spear tipped with red enamel pinned his cloak at the shoulder. "Your father died by the sword, but he was highborn, a King's Hand. For you, a noose will serve. Ser Alliser, take this turncloak to an ice cell." - Jon IX, ASOS

So I don't buy for a second that George changed it because of a bunch of fans.

And here's a comment on Reddit that supports that. (Thank you to @nimbledick for locating it for me!)

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"Move to avoid the cut, and you will still die, but your dying will be uglier. Stretch out your neck, my lord." The pale morning sunlight ran up and down his blade as Jon clasped the hilt of the bastard sword with both hands and raised it high. "If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them," he said, expecting one last curse.

Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. "Please, my lord. Mercy. I'll … I'll go, I will, I …"

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No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended.

"Can I have his boots?" asked Owen the Oaf, as Janos Slynt's head went rolling across the muddy ground. "They're almost new, those boots. Lined with fur."

Jon glanced back at Stannis. For an instant their eyes met. Then the king nodded and went back inside his tower.

Sweet Owen, never take a dead man's boots.

Speaking of the Night's Watch and their boots, I doubt this is a coincidence:

This time she did not hesitate. "Dareon is dead. The black singer who was sleeping at the Happy Port. He was really a deserter from the Night's Watch. Someone slit his throat and pushed him into a canal, but they kept his boots."

"Good boots are hard to find." - Cat of the Canals, AFFC

Arya, you thief!

Also, I hate that nod between Jon and Stannis, because I'm sure many saw it.

Final thoughts:

One by one our little Starklings are avenging Ned Stark's death. Petyr, are you next?

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[erwinsvow]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.