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laughing-with-god · 3 years ago

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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scaredpigeons · 3 years ago

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Dark Necessities

Levi x Fem!OC

Word count: 12.6k

Synopsis: in an AOT AU where we just… don’t talk about the bad stuff… Rae is a short, sweet Cadet who joined the Survey Corps at 13. Now 18, a drunken dare puts her right into Captain Levi’s line of sight. What happens when you put two intoxicated pining idiots in the same room together? This mess and more.

This is the prelude to a much larger smut series, including my other fic, when its love if its not rough it isn’t fun, which i will link here.

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ minors DO NOT INTERACT

Age gap, Smut, dubcon? (both parties consumed alcohol) dry humping, grinding, mentions of knifeplay(sorta), (proper)choking, swearing, Levi writes poetry, Marco is alive and adorable, masturbation, fingering, mentions of virginity loss, mentions of blood, slight overstim, alcohol consumption, Erwin Smiths massive hands, sex, creampie, lil bit of degradation, pet names, themes of bdsm, levi pretty in love lol.

TRIGGER WARNING: Rae is turning 18 in this fic. Levi does indeed mention starting to have less than pure thoughts about Rae when she was 16 yrs old. He knows it was gross and creepy, we know its gross and creepy, it’s just a tidbit of information that adds to Levi’s general shame about his attraction to Rae. Levi does NOT act upon those thoughts, and in fact mentions the fact that he drank himself stupid with the guilt of even having them.

I don’t need to explain why I really enjoy writing and reading sorta skeevy sketchy age gaps for my pairings, if it is something that bothers you, please click away. I kindly remind everyone that you are responsible for the content you choose to consume. Thank you and I love you😊🖤

"I dare you to sneak into the Captains office and find out what's in those little black books he keeps locked up!"

Rae usually wasn't so stupid. She would swear on her life, her mother raised her to have a sensible head —always held high— on her shoulders.

Apparently all she needed to lose her sense of right and wrong (and stupid) was a little (a lot) of good old fashioned Liquid Courage.

Rae had never really celebrated her birthday since joining the scouts. It wasn't important; she had to train, to learn, to protect and see what the world had to offer. Working closely with section commander Hange however…left little room for secrecy.

All the higher ups had access to everyone's files, of course. So when the weekend of Rae's 18th birthday was approaching, Hange was practically vibrating.

"Raaaaaaaeeeeeee~"

The girl in question rolled her eyes at her paperwork, knowing what was coming.

"Yes, Hange?"

They smirked, grasping Rae's shoulders from behind and giggling in her ear.

"A little birdie told me someone's turning 18 on the weekend~"

Rae sighed, smiling. "Did the little birdie also tell you that someone has never made a big deal about her birthday, and isn't planning on starting now?"

"But this..!!!!" Hange paused, flailing their arms in front of her face. "This is your 18th!!! You're becoming a woman!!! It's to be celebrated! Not ignored!!"

Rae couldn't help but scoff, "Hange, you said the same thing about the first time I bled. And besides— Jean’s 18th birthday was a month ago, why didn't we celebrate for him, huh?"

Hange laughed then, a sharp giggle followed by a snort. Adorable.

"Everyone knows boys don't become men until age 25."

They rounded the table, grinning like a madman.

"And besides..." they said, fiddling with their overdue paperwork. "I got you a couple presents~"

——

That's how a small group of her closest friends ended up drinking Hange's "presents" (which ended up being three very large bottles of cheap, but very effective liquor) after dinner in the mess hall.

Rae leaned against Jean, who leaned against Marco at the end of the bench seat. Across the table, Mikasa and Armin were giggling at Eren, who could not hold his liquor to save his life.

Beside them Hange was giggling at Moblit, who was swearing up and down that he was NOT drunk, despite his slurring words and reddened cheeks. Off in the corner, Ymir was sipping her drink, watching Historia tell a very animated story.

Sasha and Connie had disappeared a while ago into the kitchens, searching for food to help reduce the future hangovers.

Suddenly, Hange and Moblit were banging a tune on the table, drunkenly singing an old dancing song.

Jean suddenly jumped up, nearly knocking Rae over in the process.

He looked from Marco to Rae and back, before turning completely to Rae.

"RAEBY!" He shouted. "You MUST dance with me immediately!"

Rae giggled and grabbed his hands, hoisting herself up less than gracefully.

They stumbled their way to the middle of the mess hall, and Jean began twirling her around.

Rae lost herself in the lyrics of the song she'd never heard and the warmth spreading through her body.

Hange and Moblit chanted along with the pounding of their fists on the table; something about a girl from a far away land, cool breeze on warm skin and an unforgettable smile.

Jean grasped her waist tightly, holding her hand as he jumped around with her.

Laughter surrounded them as they stumbled around together, and Rae could say with confidence she had never been so light. She was high on happiness, on the joy of being around people she loved.

The song was reduced to just the beat and a wordless tune, and Jean twirled Rae out of his arms into the open space in front of them.

"DANCE SOLO!!!" Hange screamed.

The warmth in her cheeks did nothing to stop her hips from moving. With her arms raised high, she moved herself to the beat, earning whoops and hollers from the drunken audience.

She jumped and twirled, her boots long forgotten by the tables, sock clad feet slipping on the cool stone floor. She spun and spun until she hit a wall.

Only the wall caught her.

"Careful, Cadet." The wall said.

Rae looked up at Commander Erwin Smith with hazy eyes and a warm face.

"Commander! You're not a wall!" She giggled.

"Might as well be." A whiskey-warm voice mumbled behind them. The Captain.

The rest of the room fell quiet, all eyes focused on them.

The Commander chuckled and guided Rae to a table, letting it stabilize her while he took a box from Levi.

"Hange informed me that today was your birthday, Cadet Williams." He smiled warmly, handing her the box. "It was insisted upon by them that because this birthday you become age of majority, a gift was necessary."

His formality and Captain Levi's cold stare of indifference almost sobered her up. Almost.

"Commander! This is... an honour, really. You didn't have to." She took the note from the box and inspected the inscription.

"To Cadet Rae Williams," the Commanders strong and loopy script began,

"Congratulations on reaching your 18th year. Observing your progress as a scout has been a wonderful experience. We all look forward to many more years of your dedication to the cause.

Sincerest Regards,

Commander of the Scout Regiment

Honourable Leader of the Survey Corps

Erwin Smith."

And Just underneath, in scratchy, hastily scribbled black ink, a simple "-Levi"

Rae smiled, a strange warmth blooming in her chest before turning to the box. Wrapped meticulously in plain brown paper, tied up with a bow of twine—that had to be Levi's handiwork. The commander lacked the patience for such delicate precision.

As careful as her shaking fingers could, she unwrapped the gift, and gently lifted the lid from the top.

She gasped rather loudly as her eyes fell upon the brand new boots.

Fine leather, moisture resistant lining, the perfect shade of brown.

She lifted one of the boots from the box, inspecting the sole, hoping, praying-

"I believe I overheard you expressing an interest in the 5cm lift impact absorption soled boots, yes?" The commander said, looking intently for a reaction.

Lost in the joy of the evening, Rae seemingly also lost her senses, squealing, and throwing her arms around her commander's waist, nuzzling her face into the soft cotton of his shirt.

"Thank you thank you thank you!!!!! Fuckin’ amazing I don't even- ugh!" She all but shouted into Erwins stomach, "I don't deserve so much kindness."

Everyone's eyes were wide with shock, as if a man had been struck by lightning. The silence was interrupted by Captain Levi roughly clearing his throat.

"Ahem- well," the Commander was red now, placing his obscenely large hands on her shoulders (-when did his hands get so big? Why hadn't she noticed before?) and creating an appropriate amount of space between himself and Rae.

"I'm very glad that you enjoy your gift," Erwin started. "But I think the lot of you had best cool down now. It's getting rather late, I wouldn't want you waking the other cadets."

Rae gave an exaggeration of a salute, scrunching her nose at Erwin with a little smile.

He smiled back and made his way towards the exit.

Levi lingered, glaring at the group, Especially Rae.

Eren in his intoxication, boldly shouted to the Captain, "Hey Levi! How's it feel knowing Rae's gonna be taller than you now?"

The laugh that bubbles from Rae's throat could not have been held back, even without the presence of alcohol in her system.

And oh, if looks could kill, poor Eren would be dead a million times over.

Rae and Levi were the same height exactly. 160 precious centimetres from the ground, yet Rae herself lacked the intensity and intimidation that made Levi seem taller than even Erwin at times.

Levi moved towards her, getting in her personal space, perhaps for the first time ever.

Rae breathed in, he smelled of lavender and mint, like campfire smoke and crisp air before the rain breaks. She might have enjoyed the scent of him, if not for the fear coursing through her.

He leaned in, right next to her ear, and she swore she could feel her blood rush downwards.

"Don't think you're special," his low voice rumbled in her ear. "He bought me the 7cm soled boots last month, limited edition charcoal black."

And with that he was gone. Like a feather, whisked away in the cool breeze.

Only it wasn't cool.

It was suddenly very, very hot in the mess hall.

"Alright! Who's up for a game of truth, dare or drink!" Hange shouted.

And that's how Rae ended up creeping down the hall dedicated to the Higher ranking soldiers' offices and living spaces.

She knew where the Captains office was, Hange had her deliver reports to him quite frequently, but this... this was dangerous.

The door was cracked open, and when she looked in, only soft moonlight filtering through the curtains greeted her.

The captain's office was almost... homey? The large window facing the training grounds let lots of natural light illuminate the desk and chair in front of it. The east and west walls of the room held massive ornate bookshelves, the wood they were made from was strong and dark.

Beside the bookshelf to the right, a closed door, perhaps his living space?

To the left, a small green couch and tea table, placed upon a faded royal purple rug.

There was an extra chair by the doorway, with a little end table beside it, holding a couple books, their dog eared and worn pages showing they were well loved.

She let the door fall back, cringing when it creaked, but didn't shut. Rae scanned the room for her target-

-there! The second shelf on the right, glass doors, usually locked, were now open, barring the contents of the shelf to the room.

She glanced at his desk, the keys he carried everywhere were set carefully next to one of her targets. The little black books.

Ever since joining the corps, rumours had floated around about Levi's collection of books—some would say they were journals, filled with names of cadets who'd caught his rage, cadets to be punished at a later time.

Others would say the books were a set of novels, with covers painted black to hide what he was reading.

Giggles circulated about what indeed Captain Levi read in his spare time, from gorey horror to sappy romance, people guessed it all.

The book on the table was open. A pen laying next to it. So she supposed it was a journal of sorts.

That was enough, right? She could go back now, safe and sound, and tell the group the books were journals.

Right?

The more she thought, the more Rae knew it wasn't enough (especially for Hange) and the more her curiosity grew.

Rae leaned over the desk, turning the journal towards her, eyes flitting across the black ink.

"For as fair as she is with my yearning to touch her

I shall not wither such a flower, this acid rain will not water her roots

Silk soft upon raven's wing, a gaze burning like ice

I too burn to sink these claws within the snow of her flesh

Little white dove of my caged heart

To tear her apart and crawl within

In the prayer that her soul might warm me

The cold within me burns for her, yes

So my distance I keep close to my chest

I will never tarnish such a being

Being the creature that I am"

The click of the door closing pulled her from the page.

"Speak of the Devil herself."

Rae whipped around, facing Levi.

His shirt was ruffled, untucked, the top three buttons undone. His left hand held a half empty bottle by his hip, liquor much more expensive than what she'd been drinking earlier.

She'd slightly sobered up during the game, sipping water and munching on crackers with Sasha, but the heat in her cheeks felt oddly reminiscent of earlier in the evening, when she was laughing and dancing with her friends.

Rae stuttered when she finally spoke.

"Captain... I'm-"

"Shut up, will you?" He barked. While Levi brought the bottle to his lips and pulled more liquor in his throat, Rae found herself wondering aimlessly what it might feel like to be liquid fire coated in glass.

The Captain finished his swig and toed off his boots, kicking them to the corner. They stood out against the still perfection of the room.

Rae forgot to breathe as he made his way towards her. She was at the front of his desk, her bottom pressed against the edge. She thought if she could slip into the wood of it and disappear, she just might.

But that was irrational and irritatingly impossible.

So she stayed incredibly still as he finally stood before her.

He looked her up and down, "You're lucky."

"P-pardon?" She squeaked.

"You're not wearing your boots. I don't fuckin' like dirt in my office."

"Oh, right. Sir."

He leaned forward, and the bottle of liquor was placed audibly on the desk.

Only he didn't move away.

His hand stayed resting upon the desk beside her, the other coming to match it. She was caged in.

"You've been drinking," Rae whispered, eyeing his mouth, the moonlight behind her revealing a slight sheen on his bottom lip, from where he'd licked off residual liquor.

He scoffed. "So were you, only I wasn't celebrating."

She finally met his eyes, which were hooded, but no less intense.

"What was your reason for drinking then, Captain?"

His eyebrows raised and a low hum vibrated from his throat. "Breaking into my office, then asking personal questions like that? Quite bold tonight, aren’t we?"

His leg shifted forward, his knee coming between hers. The touch sent shockwaves up her spine.

"I'm always rather bold, Captain, if you acknowledged my existence for more than two seconds at a time, you might've already known that."

Was she flirting? Had the cheap booze eaten at the part of her brain dedicated to self preservation?

Rae was unsure. All she knew was that she was hot. Levi standing so close made her feel hot. She had spent years working on her confidence with soldiers of higher authority, she was not about to be intimidated by him now, despite the aching between her legs.

His stare bore into her soul, and she thought a whisper of a smile crossed his lips.

"I've been watching you since the moment they shipped you to this dump."

Her heart stopped. What was he saying?

"I'm not some predator, calm down." Levi chuckled darkly at her startled expression.

"I saw potential in you, strength. A good head on your shoulders, actual fucking brain cells to rub together."

Her cheeks burned. She'd always had a little crush on Levi, he was an idol to many younger cadets who showed up to serve. But ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ didn't have time for little girls still needing to grow up, still learning about life. But knowing that he had actually noticed her all these years... her heart swelled.

"Why didn't you...?" She murmured.

"Why didn't I say something? Take you under my wing? Train you personally?" He questioned, tilting his head side to side mockingly. "Because I didn't need some little brat being groomed under me, losing all their sense because 'humanity's strongest' sees potential."

His face came closer to hers, and she could feel his breath on her skin, smell the whiskey on his tongue.

"And Maria, did I thank myself for that. Two years ago, the day you came back from your summer leave; your hair had grown and... your hips... fuck, I nearly drank myself to death trying to chase the disgusting thoughts from my head."

Rae knew he could feel the hitch in her breath, because he smirked, eyes dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes.

"You just kept getting smarter, wittier, stronger, I knew if I had sunk my claws in you when you were young, I would have ruined you."

His eyes rolled back into his head then, out of displeasure or something else, she couldn't be sure. "And now... you're 18... and Glasses won't stop squawking about how you're a woman now, how you're grown and strong and ready for the world."

He moved forward, and took a long deep breath from the base of her neck to her earlobe.

She shivered as her blood continued it’s sprint southbound.

"Drowning my demons isn't working, Rae." His hand came to her throat, almost touching, a breath away from meeting the delicate skin that was quivering in anticipation for it.

“Intelligent men know demons can swim in liquor, Captain.” She whispered into the heat between them.

He scoffed. "Men are disgusting creatures, their minds are drowning in filth, they take what they want and they-"

"What about what a woman wants?" She interrupted.

Levi's eyes widened as she pressed her throat into his hand finally, closing the distance he so stupidly left.

"As a woman, am I not allowed to decide-"

Apparently interrupting each other would be a common theme for the evening.

Levi crashed his lips into hers.

He consumed her senses, filling her entirely until all that ran through her mind, her lungs, her veins, was him.

She let him, Walls, did she let him, and she almost cursed herself for how good it felt.

His lips were soft, plush and smooth, so unlike the chapped and rough lips she'd chastely kissed before.

There was nothing chaste about the way Levi’s tongue dipped into her mouth, about the way he sucked and nipped at her lips like a man starved.

He tasted like liquid amber, like fire and sin and everything Rae hadn't known she'd needed until now.

When he finally pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled and broke between their lips in the moonlight.

Rae could feel his ragged breath across her face, and through the fog in her mind, could see the way he was practically vibrating in front of her.

"You're shaking." She said; quiet and small.

He looked from her glistening lips to her eyes, wearing an expression of wonder that she'd never seen cross his features before.

"The thought of kissing you has haunted every dream, nightmare and waking moment of mine for some time now."

She smiled softly, despite herself and her current situation.

"You're quite talkative when you drink, Captain."

His face darkened then, the kind of dark that shot straight to her core, her breath stuttering with something much different than fear.

"Liquor loosens lips and legs alike, I suppose."

If he were anyone else, his smirk would have earned him a playful slap on the shoulder. The captain moved before she could even react.

His hands found their way to the plush of her hips, and his leg between hers lifted up, up, up, releasing a soft whine from her throat as he pushed her core against the hard muscle of it.

Her hands flew to his forearms as her hips moved and slid against him, and he captured her lips once again.

Levi greedily swallowed her moans as he guided her hips to grind down on his upper thigh over and over, giving her the sweet friction she craved since he first stepped close to her.

"I want to ruin you." Levi breathed against her lips.

"Please," she whispered between laboured puffs of air.

His hands gripped her hips harder, and she prayed she'd have bruises in the morning to ghost her fingertips over- a reminder that she hadn't been dreaming.

"Fuck-" He cursed, and she could feel the hardness in his pants rub against her hip as he moved with her.

She almost asked if what he felt was akin to the screaming pleasure racing through her body, but with each push and pull and grind- her vocabulary packed it's bags and left, leaving behind only broken curses, soft pleas and his name.

"I want to tear you apart," he growled. "I want to break you, fuck into you until you scream, until you cry, until you forget your own name."

She keened, the pleasure was building in her, turning her eyes blurry and filling her brain with deep, lust filled fog.

She cried out into the still air of the room as he grabbed her legs, throwing them around his waist and driving his clothed cock against her core.

As her back hit the solid wood of his desk, she surmised that if it were anyone else, she might have giggled at the inherent virginal silliness that was dry humping.

But the way Levi's hands guided her hips to slide her core over his cock was anything but virginal or silly, regardless of the layers between them.

Rae looked at Levi, and despite their shared height he seemed to tower above her, eyes glazed and brow furrowed as he took and gave, pushed and pulled.

"I'll fucking destroy you, little girl." His voice was strained now, and the thought that he was just as gone as she was wound the coil inside her even tighter.

"Please... Captain, I..."

He reached for her then, his cool fingers wrapped themselves around her throat; proper this time, gripping the sides deliciously.

"I want nothing more than to fill you up with everything disgusting and rotten inside me. To rip you open and tear what innocence you have left from your pretty little insides,"

He was truly killing her now, the words tumbling from his mouth was the most she'd ever heard him speak, he was usually so silent and stoic- save for punishing disobedience and stupidity.

"Captain," she murmured. "I'm gonna-"

Her thighs trembled as he continued grinding against her, his words dripping sickly sweet venom into her very soul.

"I want to coat your insides with my sin, my shame. I want to mark you, to fucking claim you."

The pressure between her legs was growing too fast, she clawed at his wrists, the one by her throat and the one still guiding her hips.

"Levi-" she croaked.

He groaned, "I'll carve my fucking name into your perfect skin if I have to. So anyone who dares to touch you knows who you fucking belong to."

Her orgasm seemed to dip a toe in the water, teasingly testing before it was to jump into the cool depths, away from the hot summer's day.

"Levi!" She cried, "I'm-"

"Mine." He growled.

And the wave crashed over her, shocking her whole body until her vision blurred white, soaking through her mind and panties alike.

An orgasm that strong was meant to be savoured, and so Levi kept going, working her through it with no regard for himself.

The shockwaves of pleasure pulsed and pulsed, around the third wave she found her voice and let loose a broken sob.

Levi cursed under his breath, the hand at her throat returning to her hip, then he leaned over, latching onto her neck, biting the soft skin between it and her shoulder.

If she hadn't been so caught up in her own pleasure, the ringing in her ears, the wetness seeping through her underwear, she might have noticed the growing damp spot on the front of Levi's pants, and the way he groaned into her skin as he slowed the grinding of their bodies.

As he stopped, the only sound in the still air of his office was their heavy breathing.

Rae thought it was rather shameful that the roof covered the dark of the sky, that she couldn't look up at the stars and compare them to the ones that had just flashed behind her closed eyes.

She waited until the air she pulled into her lungs was smooth and unlabored before she looked at him.

It seemed as if he himself was looking up at the stars, glassy eyes full of wonder, face content and euphoric.

Only he wasn't gazing upwards, through the roof.

His eyes met hers as soon as she looked up, As if he had been looking the whole time.

Ever so slowly, she sat up, and he seemed to unfurl himself from her, like flower petals unravelling from the safety of their buds, and he stepped back.

Her head was swimming with everything and nothing, too many words to speak, yet no voice to push them into the air.

They seemed to stare at each other for eternity. His eyes held more emotion than she'd ever seen in him before.

Suddenly, everything came crashing down upon her.

Captain Levi had admitted he'd seen her potential from day one.

(Captain Levi writes poetry?)

Captain Levi was attracted to her.

Captain Levi had kissed her.

(Poetry, actual poetry. And it was actually really beautiful?!?)

Captain Levi had made her cum without removing a single article of her clothing.

Captain Levi was surely far more intoxicated than she was.

All the racing thoughts blurred together into one (stupid) resolution:

Captain Levi surely could not have meant anything he'd said, he was only drunk, and would surely regret everything when the sun rose.

Right?

He must have seen the gears turning in her head, the fear in her eyes, because he took a step back.

It was a small, shuffled step, one that any sober person would've realized he did not want to take.

Really—if anyone else was in the room, they would have seen how his whole body leaned towards her, as if she had her own gravitational pull.

It was as if when he held her, touched her, tasted her at last, it wasn't enough—and it would never be.

Rae was much more coherent than Levi was, but still drunk. So that step that Levi took confirmed her every fear.

And she ran.

————

She knew she'd fucked up.

Rae was a smart girl. She'd made some questionable decisions as of late, but she would always take pride in her intellect.

So the next morning, when she'd woken to the screaming sunlight, and a pounding headache, She knew.

But it seemed the universe just wanted to keep reminding her, over and over again.

Her day off was spent showering, nursing her hangover with the blackest cup of coffee she could brew, and a trip with the girls to the wildflower fields for an afternoon picnic.

Her headache was nearly gone, and the cool breeze sifting through the flowers and long grass helped clear her mind considerably.

The huge willow tree they sat beneath kept the sun from her eyes, and shone dappled golden light onto her beautiful friends.

Rae assumed the trouble from the previous evening was behind her, she could think about it later. The walls in her mind had built brick by brick in the night, caged doors and the issue locked tight behind them.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, pulling it over one shoulder to messily braid while Sasha arranged the snacks she'd prepared.

They were all in their casual clothes, a treat often taken on their days off.

The women in the Corps were all beautiful and powerful, but sometimes they just wanted to feel pretty, you know?

Mikasa donned a beautiful dust pink dress, one she'd purchased a few years ago for a semi-formal dinner the commander had brought a few of the top cadets to.

Her red scarf laid delicately across her shoulders like a sort of shawl, complete with sheer white stockings and her brown boots, she looked like a completely different person; less rigid, more at ease.

Historia and Ymir seemed to colour coordinate, Historia's baby blue bell sleeve cotton dress complimented the blue of Ymir's new slacks, her crisp white button up matching Historia's little sheer white gloves and sun hat.

Sasha had a high necked cream coloured blouse tucked into a burgundy mid length skirt, and she'd worn a couple of the bracelets she and Connie had made from little beads and twine a couple years ago.

Rae had opted for a pretty outfit as well, not that she had many. Her white off the shoulder blouse looked lovely tucked into the pine green longskirt she bought last autumn.

The women had chided her when she'd shown up for the walk, they had to wear that colour almost every day of the week! Ymir had sarcastically questioned if she'd given up on having an identity outside the scouts.

"I think it's nice!" Rae defended. It was flowy and soft, it suited her figure. "I happen to like this colour."

Pine green reminded her of hope, of flying through the tall trees, and it brought a strange warmth to her chest.

She chuckled at the thought as her fingers pulled through her tangles, twisting the three sections together.

She had just pulled a loose ribbon from her skirt pocket when Mikasa piped up.

"Rae, what's that on your neck?"

Rae furrowed her brow. "What?" She touched her throat, feeling for any bumps or scrapes.

"No, not there," Mikasa scooted closer, her cool fingers lightly brushing against the smooth skin covering where her neck met her shoulder. "Here."

"Woaaah! Rae!" Sasha said, nearly crushing the bread to get a closer look, "it looks like something bit you!"

Rae's thoughts filled with the smell of lavender and warm embers, the taste of whiskey and mint lingering on her tongue.

The flimsy walls she'd drunkenly put up last night broke, and all the memories from Levi's office came crashing through.

Rae winced when she looked at the mark, blood rushing to her face, setting her ears on fire.

In her memory, the Captain had nibbled on her neck while she was at the height of her climax. The mark on her neck told a different story.

Angry red teeth marks surrounded a fading purple bruise.

It was so bad.

But holy fuck was it hot.

Rae mentally slapped herself. She couldn't think like that. She just needed to forget about the whole thing, and it would be okay.

She quickly flipped her braid over to cover the mark. "Oh, it's nothing. I've been scratching in my sleep, it's really not a big deal."

She quickly tied the end of her braid with the ribbon, trying to calm the flush in her face.

Ymir noticeably rolled her eyes. Historia gave Rae a knowing look but kept quiet, nibbling on her slice of bread with jam.

"You sure? I've seen bites before, this one time, Connie and Jean had this competition where they-" Sasha started.

Mikasa cut her off gently. "You're okay, right?"

The genuine worry in her friend's eyes touched her, and she suddenly felt a sickening guilt for the lie she was forcing herself to tell.

"I promise, I'm okay." She said (semi) sincerely.

Mikasa looked like she wanted to press more, but nodded once, and went back to helping Sasha dole out the cutlery.

The day ended without further questioning, and Rae felt like she might be in the clear.

Then the week proved her wrong.

Hange fell ill, and Moblit was too swamped with their combined paperwork to take over training and extra duties.

Erwin made the delightful decision that Hange squad and Levi squad could merge for the week while Hange recovered.

Which meant captain Levi would be training her, overseeing her extra duties and activities, assigning jobs and chores as he saw fit.

She cringed with images of him subtlety punishing her for her transgressions in his office; assigning extra stable duty, dishes every night, making a fool of her during sword training; using her as an example of poor form, (she really needed to work on her grip strength) or even pairing up with her during hand to hand training for an excuse to kick her into the dirt.

In all honesty, by the end of the week, she would have preferred all of that, and worse compared to what actually transpired.

It was as if she didn't exist.

He didn't look at her, didn't speak to her. When assigning partners for sparring, assigning duties and chores; he referred to everyone by their last names, not even glancing from his clipboard.

Her only solace through the entire week was Marco.

The man was some sort of empath- Rae was sure. She didn’t speak a word about the turmoil coursing through her, but it was as if Marco knew; just by looking at her.

Mid-week, Rae was brushing her horse Alistarr when he came up behind her.

Rae and Marco were incredibly close, and had been for nearly 5 years, so when a warm pair of hands wrapped themselves around her, and a mop of dark hair flopped onto her shoulder, she only jumped for a moment before relaxing into his hold.

��This week has been hell,” He sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss Hange.”

Rae chuckled and wriggled from his grasp, dropping the brush into Alistarrs’ bucket.

She turned to him, giving him a proper hug. He slumped over her, giving an exaggerated whine.

“There there.” She giggled, patting his back. “Oh, you poor baby. I know, I’m feelin’ it too.”

He laughed, pulling back to look at her. “How are you doing?”

She smiled brightly at him, bringing a cool hand to his cheek.

“When I get to look at this cute freckled face, how could I be anything but happy?”

Marco must’ve seen her smile not reach her eyes.

Her round cheeks were swallowed by his palms, and he began giving quick gentle kisses to her face.

Rae was a very physically affectionate person, and thankfully most of her friends were too, or at least put up with it.

And if Rae was over the top with her affections, Marco was over the clouds.

He kissed the tip of her nose, both of her cheeks, and a big exaggerated one right in the centre of her forehead.

She giggled as he swiped his thumb across a tiny bit of spit he’d left behind. He stepped back, crossing his arms and eyeing her dramatically.

“Seriously Rae, what’s going on?”

She turned to put away her bucket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m completely fi-“

She was cut off by Marco’s screech as he fell to his knees. Before she could react, Marco was flying towards the ground from a swift kick to the head.

“Bodt,” growled Levi. “I don’t remember writing ‘fuck your fellow cadets in the stables’ into your schedule today.”

Marco groaned, rubbing the side of his head. “We were just-“

“I have eyes, cadet. Keep your hands to yourself and get your ass to the kitchens.”

Marco stood slowly, glancing between Rae and the Captain. “But sir, I’m not assigned to kitchen duty until 4.”

“Well I just decided you’re doing a double shift. Now move.” He barked.

Marco scrambled to move, halfway through his exit he gave a hasty salute, then ran the rest of the way to the dining hall.

Rae’s jaw audibly cracked shut when Levi looked at her.

Levi had to have known that Marco was her best friend, that forehead kisses and the like were normal for them. So why had he been so cruel to Marco?

And what would her punishment be?

“Be in my office at 7pm sharp, this Friday, cadet.” He said, voice flat, distant.

Her blood ran cold.

“Sir?” She squeaked.

His face was void of emotion, so unlike the face that was burned behind her eyelids, that look of wonder that she’d been trying so hard to forget.

“That is an order.”

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If hell was a tangible place, Rae supposed that it might feel something like the two days leading up to this point.

Time seemed too slow and too quick all at once.

Her mind kept flipping back and forth between emotions. She was anxious to see him again, he’d made himself rather scarce since the stables. Despite her attempts to forget her memories, her feelings from that night, she just couldn’t.

The moments when she’d catch her reflection in a passing window or mirror, when she’d drag her fingertips across his fading mark, thighs twitching in remembrance, the hours seemed to tick by at a snail's pace. In these moments, she felt as if that evening would never come, that she’d be tormented forever in this limbo of what if.

The fear was what made the time escape her.

Despite the almost foreign ache between her thighs at the thought of him, the thought of confrontation with him scared her half to death.

He had yet to punish her, to express his disinterest, disgust, or disappointment in her. She thought perhaps he was waiting, giving her time to come to terms with it before he let her down hard.

Because that was the only option in her mind.

Friday morning, she, like her walls days prior; finally broke, the guilt and indecision and turmoil was whisked away with the sunrise.

Her hand travelled beneath her cotton sleep shorts, fingers finding their way between her folds. The wetness there did not shock her, she had been thinking about him non-stop. The fear and the lust even transferred to her dreams.

It was him she thought about as her fingers circled and pushed on her clit; she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.

His rough hands, his deep voice.

The way he tasted, the way he smelled.

Walls, did she want him. She’d scream it to the sky. She wanted every sick and twisted thing he’d drunkenly said that night, despite her idea that he didn’t mean a word.

When she came, it was quick and sharp, and his title, not his name spilled from her lips.

Oh Maria. She thought. The last thing I need is a thirst for authority figures.

As she readied herself for the day, she avoided the thought that perhaps it was too late to save herself from said thirst.

The high she had from her acceptance of her feelings, (along with a trusty orgasm) had pushed her through the day, but it seemed to fizzle and die out as she stood in front of Captain Levi’s door.

She was early, fearful of inducing his wrath even further with tardiness.

Rae knocked twice, and from inside she heard him call for her to enter.

She went in, closing the door behind her.

His office was the same as she remembered, only this time Levi’s desk was illuminated by two bright oil lamps.

The warmth from the light flickered across his pale face, casting shadows under his eyes, which were scanning the stack of paperwork in front of him.

“Sit.” Levi gestured to the chair in front of the desk without looking at her.

She did as she was told, fiddling with a button on her uniform in the silence. The top of his desk stared at her. ‘Remember what you did here?’ It teased.

Levi continued reading the document in front of him, and when he got to the last page he scribbled a quick signature at the bottom. He placed the papers in his outgoing bin on the side of the desk, then pulled open one of the drawers to his right.

He handed her a sheet of paper and a spare pen, and she took note of the intricate detailing on the pens body before looking at the sheet.

“This is the Corps sexual harassment report form.”

Her eyes shot back to him, her guilt returning tenfold.

He wanted to report her? What kind of punishment would she face? Would she get kicked out of the survey corps? Levi was a high ranking officer, would she go to prison?

“When you’re finished with that, I can get you the abuse of authority report form as well.” Levi leaned back in his chair. “That one is a couple more pages, sadly.”

Now she was confused. “Sir?”

He rolled his eyes, sighing. “Sadly, the pigs in charge of this shit care more about the high ranking officers abusing their cadets than they do about sexual assault. It’s disgusting.”

“But Captain,” she couldn’t find the words to question him. “I’m just a cadet, I’m not a high ranking soldier, I have no power to abuse..?”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“I’ll fill the harassment form if that’s what you’d like, but I don’t think the abuse of authority one could apply to… what I did.”

“You think these forms are to be filed against you?” He asked.

Her heart was racing now. “Well I just- I… I, you- we-“

“No, Cadet. I’m giving you these reports to file against me.”

How could he sound so calm saying that? As if she would even want to do such a thing?

“Captain, that isn’t nece-“

“My actions the evening of your birthday were severely inappropriate, I took complete advantage of your inebriated state and need to be accurately punished to the full extent of the law.”

It was her turn to furrow her brow. “Captain, that’s ridiculous. You did not take advantage of me.”

He stood quickly. “You were drunk!”

“So were you!” She stood from her chair as well.

He stormed from around his desk, his sock clad feet quiet against the wood floor, reminding her that she had her boots on in his office.

“I don’t fucking like dirt in my office.”

He’d said it so openly that night, like it was something he’d wanted to tell her for some time. Only now, with her boots on, she stood 5cm taller, which to the average person wouldn’t have been much, but to them, it made a noticeable difference.

He stood in front of her now, eyes blazing. “Yes, I was drunk. That is precisely the point!”

She couldn’t hold back the scoff, which led to him stepping towards her, finger jutting towards her chest.

“You were drunk, yes Cadet. But you were only in my office because of some stupid dare!” He was nearly shouting now, and she took a cautionary step back. “I was drunk, too. And when men get drunk, they turn into filthy, perverted lowlife animals who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”

Her anger and boldness were ignited, his words were the alcohol to the flame. “Oh really, is that what you were that night Levi? A filthy pervert? An animal?”

He faltered a bit, but held his ground nonetheless. “Yes. Because only a filthy animal touches a woman when she doesn't ask for it.”

“Who said I didn’t ask for it?”

He truly faltered then. “I- what?”

“I was completely aware of what was happening, Levi. It was entirely consensual.”

He backed up, circling around her towards the couch, the gears turning in his head.

“You couldn’t possibly- I mean… what?” He looked so confused. Angry, at himself or her, she couldn’t tell, but she knew now that his distance the past week was for her sake, not his. He thought he’d taken advantage of her. He thought himself a criminal, an animal.

“But…” he paused, searching her eyes. “You ran.”

“Levi.” She smirked as he twitched at her informality. “You’d just given me the first and only orgasm I’d ever received from another person.”

He gawked. The captain, humanity's strongest soldier, actually dropped his jaw ever so slightly, and gawked at her.

Something deep and dark inside her woke up, stretched its legs and licked its lips at Levi’s reaction. ‘More’ it purred, confident and hungry.

“Plus, it happened to be the best, most earth shattering orgasm of my entire life.”

She walked towards him, and he seemed to back in fear, freezing when the back of his legs hit the couch.

“I ran because I was overwhelmed.” She moved closer, he backed again until he was forced to sit down, and she hovered over him.

“I ran because I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questioned softly.

The moonlight started to drift in, overpowering the warmth of the lamps and casting a cool hue over his face. His eyes held that deep, powerful emotion again, and she knew then and there;

There was no going back.

“That you hadn’t liked it.” She moved her legs, each knee coming to rest beside the outsides of his thighs, her hands still grasping the back of the couch on each side of his head.

As she straddled him with her newfound confidence, and his cool hands rested softly on her hips, she had another epiphany;

She didn’t want to go back.

“Did you?”

“Did I, what?” He asked her.

She let her ass rest against the top of his upper thighs, and slid her hands from the couch to his neck, fingers running along the edge of his undercut.

“Did you like it?” She finally broke for the second time that day, and rubbed her clothed core against the crotch of his slacks.

He nearly turned feral, latching himself to her mouth and consuming her once more with a searing kiss.

His tongue against hers made Rae feel dizzy, and she was growing wetter with each kiss, especially when he broke for a second in between, trying to speak but unwilling to part from her.

“I’ll answer,” kiss “your,” kiss “question,” he took her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as his grip on her hips tightened.

The pain sent sparks of pleasure through her, and she groaned when he let it go.

“-if you answer mine.”

She smiled, grinding against the much more noticeable bulge in his pants. “Ask away.”

He was clearly fighting back sounds as she ground against him, but he managed to speak clearly anyways. “Was I really the first person to make you cum?”

She was growing Impatient playing these games, she wanted to feel his skin, to feel him. She started working on his shirt buttons while she answered.

“Three years ago, at the harvest festival, I met a boy, I honestly don’t even remember his name.” She shucked off Levi’s shirt, throwing it behind her as he got to work on her pants. She kicked off her boots as she continued.

“All I remember was that he was paying attention to me when I thought no one else was. Now that I think about it,” she said, leaning in for another kiss, “he looked a little like you.”

He chuckled darkly into the kiss, pulling away to tug her belt from her pants. “…and?”

“He took me back to his house, we were alone; his parents were vendors at the fair, and he took my virginity in his dingy little twin bed.” She shimmied out of her pants, undoing the last of her shirt buttons, tossing that away too.

“And how was it?” Levi asked, pulling her back into his lap and dipping his fingers under her breast band.

“Dry.” She chuckled. “He fucked me for two minutes before he realized I wasn’t getting wetter, I was bleeding. Poor kids dick shrivelled up and I had to explain what had happened.”

He helped her pull her band up and over her head, and tossed it with the rest of the clothes piling behind them. She was bare now, save for her standard issue grey cotton panties, doing little to hide her growing arousal.

He grasped her breasts and lightly squeezed, and she groaned at the touch; it felt heavenly after a long day of having them pressed tight against her.

“Poor kid didn’t even know what he was doing.” Levi leaned in and gave her left nipple teasing kitten licks as he spoke. “Bleeding is common the first time, but better men can prepare a woman so well; discomfort is the last thing on her mind.”

Rae gasped as his hand travelled downwards, and bit her lip when he touched her core through the cotton. “I-I figured as much. Hange had taught us what masturbation was years before that, so I knew it wasn’t good.”

“Mmm.” Levi hummed as he stroked circles through the fabric covering her clit. “You knew what your pleasure was. He didn’t stand a chance, did he?”

“aAhh-“ she moaned. If she bit her lip any harder she thought it might bleed. “So to answer your question…”

She bit back a whine when he took his fingers away, but could barely contain her sounds when they pushed her underwear to the side, running through the slick pooling from her.

“Mmnn, fuck!” She’d never felt like this before. “Yes. Yes! You’re the only one besides me to- to touch me. To make me cum.”

He smiled for the first time in front of her, a genuine smile, deviant, but it met his eyes- and they sparkled.

“Good.”

Levi began to tease her, rubbing his middle finger around her entrance, then up to her clit, then back again.

She groaned, tossing her head onto his shoulder. “A-aren’t you going to ans-swer mine n-now?” Her breathing was coming short, the ache between her legs now a burning flame.

“Look at me.” He said, and she did.

The moment his ring finger breached her entrance, she gasped, and he did so along with her, half in mockery and half in his own pleasure.

He pushed in until the last knuckle, wiggled it a bit, causing her to let a strangled yelp from her throat, but she released her breath when he slowly dragged it back out.

“To answer your question,” he was touching her entrance again, only this time two fingers stretched into her. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as hers went wide, her walls clutching him tightly, breath once again gone. “I enjoyed it so much I came in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

She keened, her face hot, legs trembling, mind reeling at this. And to think- she’d thought he didn’t mean what he’d said, that he didn’t enjoy the moment as she had.

She hadn’t even touched him yet, and he looked as if he was ready to burst. He started to pull and push his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, and she could feel herself clench around his digits.

Rae knew how to masturbate, and did so as often as she could to ease her stress. But one thing she had never done was finger herself.

Her fingers were just too short, too small. It never felt right, never worked, and so she wrote it off as a pointless act and continued with external stimulation from there on.

Levi’s fingers were not short, or small. He had reasonably large hands, his fingers long and elegant, hands delicate enough to write poetry and strong enough to knock someone’s teeth in.

Rae had never experienced this kind of beautiful stimulation, and Levi could tell.

She was a mess, scrunching her eyes closed and biting her lip with each thrust of his hand. She was dripping, and she knew it. She could feel her slick running down his fingers, covering the rest and most likely dripping into his palm.

“Don’t hold back those pretty noises, Cadet.”

She shook her head, continuing to swallow moans.

There was a pressure building somewhere inside her abdomen. It was small and unfamiliar, but provided a sense of urgency she didn’t understand how to act on.

“You can’t keep quiet forever,” Levi chided.

She hummed in the back of her throat as he continued thrusting his fingers inside her, and opened her eyes to glance at him.

Just like the night of her birthday, his eyes were waiting for her. Something in the steely grey darkened, a wicked sort of look crossed his face and she knew she was in trouble.

A yelp tore through her as he cocked his fingers inside her, poking at something inside her that made the pressure grow.

“AAah!” She couldn’t stop the half-screech she let loose as he continued fucking his digits into her, finishing his thrust with a quick ‘come hither’ motion, only to pull back and thrust again.

“There she is, good,” Levi smiled again, a devilish thing. “Good girl.”

His praise made her eyes nearly roll to the back of her skull.

“C-captain..”

He quickened his pace, his hand on her hip squeezing as they rolled with his thrusts. It was like her body was on autopilot, the urgency was growing with the pressure inside her, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning anymore.

“Captain!” She grasped the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

He stared up at her like a starved man, eyes twinkling and breath ragged.

“Yeah,” he huffed.

“I… I-“ she was blabbering now, “somethings… happening- I don’t know-“

“Yes,” he hissed. “C’mon. Give it to me.”

The pressure grew and grew, quicker than it had before, and a mild panic took her.

“Levi!” She cried. “Please, I-“

“Cum for me.” He breathed to her lips, eyes wide with wonder.

And she did.

The pressure released, and waves of sharp pleasure rolled through her insides in quick succession. Her walls clenched and clenched around his fingers, and he slowed their pace, still prodding at that spot within her.

The pulses started to slow, and her mouth closed from it’s silent scream.

“Mmmm.” He took her lips into another kiss. “There you go, sweetheart, you take it so well.”

The pulsing slowed to a stop, and so did he.

“I…” Rae caught her breath. “What the…?”

Levi chuckled deeply in his throat. “Didn’t know you could do that, did you?”

“I… I don’t do that… what you did.” She said sheepishly.

“Oh?” He said. “So what,” he pulled his fingers from her hole, and quickly circled them on her clit with the lightest pressure. “You usually do this?”

“HaAh!” She jumped with the stimulation, body rocking forward, throwing her head to his shoulder.

He added pressure, whispering filthy encouragement in her ear.

You’re doing so well

So good for me

You came for me so quick last time, what’s taking so long?

C’mon sweetheart, give it to me.

This was a pressure she was familiar with, and when her heartbeat transferred itself to her clit as she came, she knew she would never replicate such a feeling on her own.

His fingers slowed, but didn’t stop, and her body jerked and twitched as he worked her through it, teasing her when he knew it was too much, gentle strokes leaving her whining and nearly drooling onto his shoulder.

He pulled her face back to his with his dry hand, kissing her long and deep. She moaned into the kiss, and felt his sharp exhale of contentment fan across her cheek through his nose.

Rae stared as he pulled back and brought the fingers that were inside her to his mouth, licking them clean in long, broad strokes of his tongue. Her walls clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked.

“Oh fuck.” She breathed.

‘Mmm.” He smirked after he pulled them from his mouth, bringing them towards her lips. “Here, have a taste.”

Her mouth eagerly opened for him, latching around his digits with light suction. She wasn’t dense, she knew he was imagining what her mouth would feel like elsewhere, but the faint taste of her own arousal mixed with his saliva was intoxicating.

She needed more.

It was her who rushed into the kiss this time, her tongue chasing his to obtain more of this new mixture of them, it was brighter there than on his fingers.

“Levi…” she breathed into his open mouth. She could feel his cock straining in his slacks, and she rubbed herself along it, reviling in the way his breath stuttered against her lips.

“Fuh-fuck,” his hands pushed her from him, her feet finding the soft of the rug again. “I can’t… just-“

“Just get these fucking off, now.” He nearly ripped her panties in his haste to get them off her body, her stumbling steps out of them were their only salvation.

Levi pulled her back onto him from the small of her back, the other hand working at freeing his cock from its restraints.

Rae suddenly felt nervous. She really hadn’t seen many penises, aside from sexual health diagrams and the harvest festival boy, but even the glimpse she got from his was disappointing to say the least. She wanted so badly to look down at him, despite her nerves. To see what she had been rubbing herself on, what had gotten her off 8 days prior.

She bit her lip and looked down, figuring she might as well get it over with before it entered her body.

She was almost disappointed at how not disappointed she was.

She could say with the utmost certainty, that despite never seeing any others, Levi Ackerman had the prettiest cock out of any man alive.

Were cocks even considered pretty?

Levi would later go on to tell her that, yes they could be perceived that way, and it wasn’t the first time his had been referred to as such.

It was darker along the shaft, but still that shade of pale that was so undoubtedly Levi. His tip flushed the perfect shade of pink as he gave a few short tugs to himself.

“Can I touch you?”

It seemed she would continue to surprise Levi, her boldness in the question, yes. But it was also the question itself; people rarely asked, just acted.

“Go head, pretty girl.” He murmured. He released himself, letting his length stand proud between their bodies.

She flushed at the praise once more, her head swimming with what was yet to come. Despite her bold question, her fingers timidly found their way around the smooth skin of his cock.

“You feel like velvet,” she whispered in awe.

He watched her as she looked down, experimenting with him gently. After running her fingertips along a prominent vein, she closed her fingers around him and gave a soft squeeze, earning an abnormal inhale from Levi, but nothing more.

The dark thing inside her pawed at its confines, ‘More.’ It demanded.

So Rae added pressure and jerked him slowly, always a quick learner, she followed the pattern he’d made when he’d touched himself briefly, down, then pull up with a little twist of the wrist, making sure to pull the foreskin over the head on the upstroke.

Around the fifth stroke, a small, deep sound rumbled in Levi’s throat, and after the 11th, he gripped her wrist to a halt.

“I need…” he hesitated. “I’m not going to last if you want to-“

She let him go, finding his worry rather endearing.

Levi’s voice was still husky and coarse, “that is, if you want to.”

She looked into his eyes, and found that he was genuine. If she really wanted to stop here, he’d do so. In his eyes she found a trust that took root, and she knew that it would grow and flourish into something strong and beautiful.

“Captain.” She said,

“Cadet,” he retorted.

“I want you.” It came out more breathy than she’d intended.

The deviance returned to her captain's face. “Where do you want me, Cadet?”

Her face grew hotter, whether from the excessive use of their titles, a burning reminder of how much she (and apparently he as well,) enjoyed the power imbalance, or the thought of telling the captain where she wanted him.

In my bed, forever.

Over me,

Under me,

In my hands,

Squeezed in my grip.

On my body,

Inside my mouth,

On the tip of my tongue

Inside me so completely I can’t think of anything else-

“Please,” she whined instead, loving the chase.

Levi loved a select number of things, Tea being an obvious choice, silence, the satisfying crunch of a bone breaking underfoot, there was even an open spot on the list, pulsing and twitching inside him at the way his heart felt right now, it was screaming ‘fill me’ louder than Rae’s eyes were.

However, If there was one thing Levi surely loved, it was the chase.

“I need you to tell me, Cadet.” He said. “Where?”

He pushed the tip of his cock through her soaking slit, nudging her clit. “Here?”

She cried out at the stimulation again, still buzzing from her earlier orgasms. “Fuck, Levi please.”

“Oh,” he grinned something akin to a wolf before striking its prey. “I see-“

He pushed his length down slightly, the head just resting against her entrance.

“-You want me here.”

She was stiff as a board, waiting for him to breach her, ready for the pain, the pleasure, for anything, really.

“Levi,” she whined.

“Cadet.”

She scowled at him the best she could. “Please, I need it.”

He tutted at her, “only good girls get cock, and you seem to be forgetting my title.”

The thing inside her snarled.

“The rules in my office will stay the same, Cadet, regardless of attire, or lack thereof.” He was really trying to get her now, and she had not come this far to be teasingly denied any longer.

“Say my name, Levi. It’s not ‘Cadet.’” She said,

He cocked his head mockingly. “Say my title, Cadet. It’s not that hard.”

Her eyes darkened, but he seemed to not take her seriously, chuckling a deep; “you are adorable, honestly, you rrrrr-“

Whatever he had left to say was cut short by her weight falling, and her silky walls swallowing his cock inch by inch as she sunk down on him. When the stretch ached, but didn’t burn, didn’t hurt, her confidence exploded.

“-rrrRae-“ he gasped against her lips as she held his head close, staring into his eyes as she sat until he bottomed out.

“Fuck.” He huffed. “You’re so tight.”

She wriggled her hips slightly, pulling a moan from each of them.

“You’re so…” she lifted experimentally, crying out into the room as she came back down harder than intended. “…b-big.”

“Fuck.” Levi repeated, light and breathy, his head lolling against the back of the couch.

She looked down, the patch of neatly trimmed hair at his base was brushing against her own, they were so close.

He was inside her.

Levi was inside her and she was on top of him.

The dark thing inside her purred.

“Who’s adorable now?” She rocked forward, biting her lip to keep from shouting out how fucking amazing he felt.

His breath was loud and heavy, “R-Ra-eyy- hah-“ he stuttered quietly, his voice reaching an octave she’d never heard from him.

“Remind me again, Levi,” she emphasized her lack of manners with a particularly rough rock against him. “F-fuck. Remind me again, what is it that only good girls get?”

Her eyes rolled back as his hands squeezed her hips, almost guiding them as she moved.

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned. “Ha- fuck. I said only good girls get cock.”

He hissed as she circled her hips experimentally, “well, Levi. It looks like I’ve been very, hmn- oh fuck- very bad.” She moaned through it, attempting to keep her mocking tone straight.

“So why is it that I’m getting cock?” She slowed to a stop, and something in Levi snapped.

“You think this is getting cock, little girl?” The shock of entering her ebbed away, replaced by absolute pleasure, and lust filled rage; she wasn’t going to win so easily.

The game had only just begun.

“I’ll show you what getting cock feels like.”

Before she could process his words, his cock thrust its way into her, ripping a scream from her throat that he silenced with his fingers, all four shoved in, taking the sting from her bite as she tried to control her noises.

He fucked into her with reckless abandon, his mind reeling at the feeling of finally fucking her, finally feeling her pretty little cunt swallowing his cock. There was a twinge of disgust, the part of him that thought that he was filthy and perverted for enjoying fucking into her.

Another part of him was taking over, however. It was the part of him that yearned for physical touch, for connection, the part that begged him to give in.

He had a hard time saying no when someone begged.

Rae drooled around his fingers, her cries muffled, eyes rolling back into her head. She felt so full, it was like he was splitting her in two. Over and over his hips snapped to hers, hard and sharp, but she could tell he was holding something back.

She managed to wriggle his fingers from her mouth, her spit coating them and running down her chin.

“Please, Captain,” he groaned at her plea, his hips stuttering slightly.

“Please,” Rae whined again. “More, I can take it.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, “really? You think you can take it?”

She nodded, face still scrunched up in pleasure.

Levi grabbed her hips and threw her onto the plush of the old couch. The new emptiness inside her ached, and she wanted nothing more than for it to be filled once again.

He crawled over her, and she wanted to run her teeth along the muscles of his arms, to lick the light sheen from his collarbones. Rae wanted to worship this moment, this man above her with everything in her soul.

“I thought you were a smart girl, Rae?” He said.

“I-“ she stuttered. “I am!”

“Smart girls don’t ask for more than they can handle.”

I’ll make you eat those words, she wanted to say, but the moment his cock pushed into her, filling up all that empty, lonely space; her words escaped her.

Well- coherent words, that is.

“I- ahHha! Oh, nnn- ah!” He must’ve really thought her to be stupid now, she was babbling; releasing any and every noise at the way he was fucking into her with his hands beside her head and that dark look in his eyes, she was certain her face was displaying an amusing array of emotions.

Levi chuckled with a snap of his hips, “that enough for you?”

He was still holding back- she knew it. She wanted to rip into him and tear out that dark, filthy thing he let loose the night of her birthday.

She shook her head, loose hair falling out of her ponytail, and looked him hard in the eyes.

“Levi, give it to me.” She whispered.

He chewed on his lip for a moment before he took a deep breath. He leaned in close, and Rae shivered at his breath and the feeling of his cock shifting inside her.

“What’s your least favourite season?” He asked.

“Summer.” She said without hesitation.

He smiled a soft thing, amused by her eagerness to please him. “If you need to stop for any reason, you say summer.”

She was a little confused, why couldn’t she just say stop? If she couldn’t take it, she could just tell him right?

Levi’s eyes were twinkling as he watched the gears turn in Rae’s mind. When her eyes met his again, she stopped and stared, the last cog clicking into place.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Okay.”

Well, she did want the dark and filthy.

He smirked at her, “Good girl.”

He threw her legs over his shoulders, legs dangling as her calves rested on the delicious trapezius muscle connecting his neck and shoulder.

She squealed as he leaned forward, pushing at her thighs until her knees were nearly at her shoulders.

The angle pushed his cock so deep her left foot gave an involuntary kick upward as the little twinge of pain racked through her.

“Ahhhhh-“ but the pain quickly melted as he rolled his hips slowly, his cock just brushing the deepest points inside her. ”Oh, fuck, fuck.”

Levi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, but if her pleasure was anywhere near the feeling of her tight walls swallowing him up, tensing and twitching as they adjusted to him, he knew exactly how she felt.

“Here, sweet girl,” he guided her hands to the back of her knees, “hold yourself up.”

She did as she was told, gripping so hard she thought she might leave bruises of her own.

Levi leaned closer, drinking in the way she keened at the motion. He licked and nipped and sucked at the soft skin of her throat, whispering at her as he went.

“I want to cover you with my marks,” he said, sucking beneath her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right.”

She whined, pleading for him to do just that.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice came out all breathy this time, rolling hips as she clenched around him. “I’m going to ruin you, no one will ever compare.”

I don’t think anyone ever could. She tried to speak the words, but all that rolled off her saliva soaked tongue was a high pitched “please.”

“Just remember you asked for it,” he growled.

Her nails dug crescent moon shapes in the backs of her knees as he started his brutal pace. Her heels tap, tap, tapped against his shoulder blades with the motions.

With this new angle, it felt as if he was tearing through her very being, leaving pleasure and carnage in his wake. The velocity in which his hips snapped against hers was astounding, each thrust sending stars to her eyes and unflattering noises to her throat, which all came tumbling out when that new coil inside her twisted and burned.

“Such pretty noises…” Levi’s voice was strained but still laced with undeniable sin.

“You might want to keep it down though, little one,” he chuckled. “Do you want everyone to know you’re being a little slut for your captain?”

She could feel the way her body clenched around him. “oh, fuck.”

“Oh, does someone like that?” He asked. “Do you like when I call you out on what a little whore you’re being?”

His voice was so low, so deep. She couldn’t stop the arch in her back, the way her hands fumbled and pulled at the couch, desperate for something to hold her down so she wouldn’t float away.

She did like it, she loved it in fact, she loved the power he had over her, she loved this new side of him she’d never experienced. He was talkative, his focus solely on her. He was being…almost… sweet, too.

That was the unexpected part. The degradation, the dirty talk, the stamina she could’ve guessed. But the way his eyes sparkled when he looked down at her? The way he overlooked the sweat and the cursing and thrashing and just kept fucking into her, going and going until she-

“Captain,” she breathed, “captain- lev- levi-I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh?” His teeth ground into his bottom lip, keeping his own sounds from spilling onto her. “You think?”

His words were once again accompanied by harsh, deep thrusts that sent her keening, her fingers losing their grip on her legs, head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Ah, ahh!” She breathed, “Levi… it’s..”

He kept going, harder and harder, feeling his own coil tighten as her walls clenched around him.

“You are going to cum,” he whispered against her lips, kissing them softly. “And when you do, you’re going to tell me exactly whose cock is making you cum so hard.”

“Y-you-“ Rae stuttered, that tight pressure was pushing at her again, hot and intense and relentless as he fucked her.

“Who?” He teased.

“You! Y-your cock-“ her face scrunched, the pleasure screaming higher and higher, muddling her thoughts. “Your cock, Levi- C-cap-“

“Cum for me. Say it, c’mon.” He growled at her, thrusting harder still.

“Captain Levi!” She squealed, louder and higher in pitch than she intended, as her orgasm slammed through her.

It pulsed like before, only this time harder and tighter. Her walls fluttered around his cock, and it just kept going as he did, waves and waves of it ripping through her core.

She babbled as he fucked her through it, how it was his cock, his cock that was making her cum, cum so hard, so good, thank you captain, so hard.

“Fuck..” Levi was nearing his limit, the intensity of her orgasm pushing him towards his own. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

“I wanna feel it.” Rae whimpered.

Levi faltered, looking down at her lust blown features, feeling the heat from the panting breaths she released across his perspiring skin. It was almost enough to make him cum, almost.

“What?” He asked her, his thrusts slowing ever so slightly.

“Inside,” she whined. “I wanna feel it when you cum.”

“Fuck, Rae- you-“

“Please, Captain.” She moved her hands from her legs to his face, brushing aside a strand of hair with her fingertips. “Please cum inside me.”

It was the softness of the gesture, the smallness of her tone, and the plea itself that did him in. It hit him like a loose brick, slamming through his gut until he burst, his cock jumping inside her, pumping her full of him.

She gasped as she felt it, his warmth spilling inside her. He gave a few weaker thrusts to work himself through, relishing the breathy whines they pulled from Rae.

“Fuck…” he gave one last push before he pulled out completely, shifting back as he spread her thighs wide.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” He murmured to the room, not to her, as if entranced. “You took it so well.”

“It's warm…” she mumbled, giving a little ‘ah!’ When an aftershock pushed some of the sticky white out of her.

She jolted when he ran his fingers along her, scooping up what tried to escape.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said. “No messes on my furniture without permission.”

Rae’s stomach fluttered at his words, despite what had just transpired between them. Levi lifted his fingers, bringing them to her lips, and she opened obediently, licking and sucking his cum from them.

“Good girl.” He smiled softly. “Come here, give me a taste.”

She was confused for a moment, but it faded as soon as his tongue dipped into her mouth, and he kissed her so deeply she forgot to breathe.

She groaned into the kiss, the filthy nature of it set her face on fire, the heat creeping down to her ears and neck.

“Levi…” she whispered as he pulled from her. His eyes were filled with that open wonder again, like she hung the moon and stars, lit the night sky up just for him.

“We’ve much to discuss, but for now, we’d best get you clean.”

——

He cleaned her in his surprisingly deep soaker tub, rubbing her shoulders and washing her hair.

“If you tell anyone I was this soft on you, I’ll toss you from the wall.”

She’d giggled at that.

He’d told her about the kind of relationship he would like to explore with her; the rules and expectations and contracts, the give and take for the both of them. Levi was honest and open, and made sure Rae knew it was much more than some transactional thing.

“I take this very seriously,” he stated, his stony demeanor was back, save for a softness around his eyes. “We can start this slowly, cautiously, and at any point you would like out, you need only say so.”

“Levi,” she started, only to receive a firm stare.

“Captain,” he released his hold on her eyes as she continued. “I want this.”

She fiddled with a button on the loose shirt he’d given her to wear, “I want you.”

“Alright then, little dove,” he smirked. “But don’t say I didn't warn you.”

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perriewinklenerdie · 3 years ago

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Now you know (Ethan x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 1,4 k

Summary: Ethan confesses his love to Claire as she fights for her life after the attack. Set in Chapter 11 of OH2.

Warnings: None

A/N: Big thanks to @adiehardfan for requesting this fic. The stars indeed aligned lol. I got a bit emotional in there, some of my other otp addiction influenced it too. Hope you enjoy it :D

His eyes stung. The feeling was foreign to him, something he hasn’t experienced in such a long time, that he forgot what it felt like. Only after a moment of consideration did he realize that the wetness in his eyes that made him uncomfortable, was caused by tears.

Ethan Ramsey was crying.

Crying for the woman that was stuck on the other side of the glass. Crying for all her dreams that she might never get to make come true. Crying for all the times he pushed her away, believing that it was for the best. Crying for himself, mourning the idiot he’s become. An idiot that might never get the chance to right his wrongs.

He prayed she wouldn’t turn around to look at him. His tears would betray him, betray his weakness – his only weakness. She would look at him and she would know all that he so meticulously tried to hide from her.

He wanted her – she probably knew that.

He needed her – maybe she suspected that.

But there was one emotion, one feeling that overpowered all the others. Kept him up at night. Made his eyes linger on her every spare moment he could find. Love. He was in love with her.

He wants to do this properly. Sweep her off her feet, straight into his waiting and eager arms. And never let her go again. If he ever gets a chance to touch her again, that is.

As he was spiraling deeper into his thoughts, he missed the moment Claire turned around to face him. She did see his eyes glistening, her own widening in horror. She’s never seen him cry, and the fact that he was crying right now terrified her.

His name barely had the chance to brush her lips before he turned around to put his hazmat suit on. As he did so, his eyes rarely left hers. There was a very strong sense of determination written all over his face, anguish lacing with fear. Moments later, he was walking through the decontamination tent and then he was there. By her side. His hand finding hers and squeezing lightly, thumb brushing against the inside of her wrist to check her pulse.

Weak. But it was still there. And that was all he could focus on.

Her body is fragile and unnaturally small in his arms. Her presence, that usually filled any room she was in, is now hugging her closely. Wrapping itself around her, either to help her, or to suffocate her. She seems small, much smaller than Ethan is used to her being, and it sets off all sorts of alarms in his head.

His arms wrap around her gently, bringing her closer. Her head rests on his chest and, for a moment, he forgets where they are and what’s happening. He pretends he doesn’t hear the heart monitor or the sharp intakes of air her constricted chest makes her do. His only focus is her eyes and how they shine despite being dulled and tired, conveying all her brilliance and all her beauty.

“I look awful, huh?” she joked, her laughter turning into a cough. Ethan shook his head, stroking her arm.

“You look beautiful.” He muttered, entirely sure of his every word. All she did was pinch his side.

“That plastic window of your suit must really distort your vision.” Claire fell silent after that, tracing the creases of the plastic covering his chest. “I know I look like crap. You don’t have to lie to appease me, Mr. Sudden Compliment.”

That made him stop. It was no secret that she was a very attractive woman – she knew that very well. But for him, she was so much more than that. He fell in love with her mind first, everything else came after it.

“I’m not lying. You’re beautiful, inside and out. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel overwise.” His covered hand came up to cup her cheek, guiding her until their eyes met. “I’m so sorry, Claire.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Ethan. It’s not your fault Travis couldn’t let his grief go.”

“That’s not… I didn’t mean… “ he stumbled, struggling to find the words. “That’s not what I’m apologizing for.”

‘Then… what is it?”

He held his breath for a long while before exhaling. It’s not how he imagined this moment to go. He didn’t want to tell her that she’s been on his mind, day and night, for so long that he doesn’t remember what it was like to not have her there anymore. Because telling her now was like admitting defeat. And he was far from admitting defeat. But he couldn’t hold it in any longer, and she needed to know how he felt before he lost all the courage he somehow found within himself.

“I’m not good at this whole ‘feelings’ thing, you know? I’m old and I don’t know what I’m doing.” He started slowly, his rant gaining momentum the more he spoke. And she hung onto his every word, fighting a smile that begged to creep onto her face when he called himself old. “It never happened to me before, and certainly not like this. Not this fast, not this strongly, not this… utterly disarmingly.”

“I’m absolutely useless at expressing my emotions.” He continued, lacing their fingers together, wishing that he could feel her fingers – they were always so cold, a complete contrast to his warm ones. “It’s no wonder that you don’t know how much I appreciate you showing me that little restaurant you found. Or how much I look forward to our evening conversations at the end of each day.” He felt his throat closing and the sting returning to his eyes. He was trying not to cry. “Or how you brighten my day with every smile you give me. You may do those things unknowingly, you may not even notice when you do them, but they mean more to me than you could possibly imagine.”

Claire watched him with glassy eyes – she was on the verge of crying herself, her happy laughter coming out as a series of short breaths. She hugged him, her tired arms not reaching further than his waist.

“Everything is better because of you.” Ethan allowed himself one final breath before he revealed it all. “Because I’m in love with you. There’s not a single part of you that I don’t love.”

Her sharp breath stood out against the otherwise quiet room. Their tear-overcame eyes met, neither sure what was happening around them. The sounds of her heart monitor became more frequent, the last confirmation Ethan needed to know that she might be feeling the same way.

“Ethan.” Claire muttered, trying to bring him closer to her. As close as she could, given their current circumstances. “I might be de- “

“You’re not dying.” He cut her off, pulling her fully on top of himself. As he adjusted the blanket so it fully covered her, he wished that he could kiss her. “I’m not letting you go, Claire. I’ve been an idiot this whole time, thinking that I could shelter you from all the bad things in this world. But I can’t.” he pressed his finger to the underside of her chin, making their gazes cross again. “You’re going to survive this. And then I’m going to kiss you. I’ll never stop kissing you if that’s what it takes for you to forgive me for doing this to you. To us.”

There was visible pain in his expression – something she didn’t get to see very often. Only when he lowered his guard, did she see this side of him. The fragile man, trying his best to not get hurt again. Right now, she could see it again, very clearly, and she couldn’t stand the thought of him subjecting himself to such tortures.

“Ethan.” She tried again, touching the side of this helmet. It gave a soft, hollow sound. “I meant that I might be definitely in love with you too.” Her smile accompanied the pure relief that spilled all over his face. “And yes, you’re going to give me all those kisses and more. I want everything, Ethan. With you.”

He looked at her as though she gathered and offered him all the stars in the sky. That’s when the first tear rolled down his cheek, followed by two others. He inhaled sharply, wrapping his arms around her a bit tighter. They would survive this.

Notes

I always get emo with this part of the story. The best chapter of the whole series, hands down. Such a monumental moment, one thing PB did right. It was a pleasure to go back to it.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, see you soon!

Perrie <3

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #playchoices

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alifeasvivid · 2 years ago

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re: Amelia/Arthur (continuing this here to spare jay the replies under his post)

Since you mentioned historial au I am obligated to raise you Amelia in a corsett. Those tight fitting dresses that make a woman's waist slimer and her .. assets stand out even more. She probably hates wearing them, but Arthur LOVE seeing her in them, even though being around her at any kind of event that requires this kind of attire leaves him blushing and stuttering as he keeps trying to focus on her EYES. THEY'RE UP THERE.

And Amelia mistakes him for a boring old man prim and proper gentleman when actually Arthur ends up being her ticket out of the sheltered life she's so tired of. Maybe throw in some arranged marriage stuff but then they acutally fall in love. I wish I had more time to elaborate, but I think you know what I want to say. You get it :)

LOL indeed, apologies to my lil bro

>.> so... because I'm a big fan of Karolina Żebrowska, I cannot endorse the "free spirited girl hates corsets" trope LOL and I'm very intrigued by the idea that a bespoke corset which is properly laced and seasoned/broken in can actually be very comfortable. All types of women wore them including the working class. I recommend this video by Karolina about corsets, ladies fashion, how corsets were designed/made by women and most of the fashion industry was run by women so of course men didn't like corsets and fashion in general since it represented women's independence and self-expression (and most depictions of women with those teeny tiny waists were actually drawn caricatures or clever padding and photo editing).

Amelia would probably be quite grateful for hers because it does provide such good support to her..... ample bosom (if you know, you know) and in re-watching the video I think it would be pretty awesome if she was a fashion designer or worked in a design house... imagine this American upstart with her American fashions, her lack of propriety and *gasp* financial independence! Arthur would have been having an aneurism.

His initial inability to treat her with the respect she knows she deserves might actually piss her off and therefore we could easily see a 19th century Mr Darcy/Lizzie kind of dynamic, only more so because Amelia doesn't even need a husband. So she would get satisfaction (and revenge) by deliberately triggering Arthur's indignation.

And, much to his surprise, he starts to like it. He continues to have a hard time with her getting close to him and touching him in casual ways that would have been very inappropriate for the time, but rather because >.> he wants her. But his own commitment to his reputation and social etiquette still prevent him from actually <.< pushing her buttons in the same way and he's limited to verbal sparring only.

Amelia would probably start to pick up on the fact that he's attracted to her and her reaction could either be that it makes her more angry (he must only see her as an object--something she is used to from other men--or just... how dare he when he had been so dismissive of her at first?) OR perhaps, only perhaps, it thrills her--just a little--that she can have such an effect on such a stuffy, reserved gentleman... or some combination thereof. And yes, her eyes are UP HERE, SIR. XD

And before they know it they're both in mutual pining until plot happens, tension breaks, and they realize they're in love.

So rather than an arranged marriage, they marry because they want to... or it could even be that Amelia flat out refuses to marry (possibly because of some kind of law about her losing control of her business to her husband and even though Arthur probably wouldn't interfere, it wouldn't be hers anymore) and she and Arthur live life as partners and it's quite the scandal but Arthur learns not to care because he loves her so much... and, just as importantly, he also respects her.

It's a tale of fashion, manners, passion, scandal and love!

...or something

#ukus #long post #oh look at me stealing yana toboso's gag again LOL #I can't do the arranged marriage thing for them because that's what A Lavender Arrangement is all about #and Amelia actually is a lesbian in that one >.>#and Arthur is 'too gay to function' LOL

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oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 4 years ago

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Purple Roses (Ms Venable x reader)

I guess this is a big fluff fanfic lol

summary: you work in a flowershop..

request by anon: Heyyy I was thinking about a fanfiction (Ms Venable x reader) where reader starts to work at a shpo (I don't know what kind of shop 😅), where Venable usually goes. They fall in love at first sight, but Venable is afraid of showing her feelings, so it's up to reader to try to gain her trust.

well..its a little bit different than the request

pt 2:

https://littlejeaniehugsbumblebees.tumblr.com/post/642067045376245760/purple-roses-pt-2-miss-venable-x-reader

google translate lol

You've worked in your aunt's flower shop since you dropped out of school at 16. Flowers were something very beautiful, you always thought that. It might not be an important job, but it was enough to make people happy and that made you happy too. Unfortunately, your parents couldn't understand that and at home everyone was waiting for you to catch up on your school leaving certificate or finally get a boyfriend. And it annoyed you so much simply because you were happy with your life. Why couldn't they see that?

It was Tuesday afternoon and, as always, there wasn't much going on in the shop. Mrs. Rodriguez, an old woman who lived on the block next door, had come to collect her roses, as she always did on the first Tuesday of the month. And like every first Tuesday she was in your ears with how badly you needed a rich boyfriend to develop your talent, which was wasted in this flower shop.

"You know, when I was your age, I was already the mother of three children, lived in a big house and had visited the whole world .." she told you while you were removing the thorns from her roses.

"I can only tell you again and again, we only live once, so make something with your life!"

"Yes Mrs. Rodriguez .." you mumbled and were distracted by her words as the shop door opened.

A woman entered the shop and immediately the whole atmosphere that had made up that boring Tuesday afternoon changed.

Her long, purple coat came almost to her knees and the gold belt buckle shone in the light of the shop lamp. The woman had beautiful red hair that she wore in a perfect ponytail. Your eyes wandered to her face and you watched her dark eyes critically examine your shop. For a brief moment you stared at her painted lips and then directed your gaze to her stick, which was probably the most interesting thing about her. And by that you didn't mean the fact that she needed a stick, but rather the way she walked with the stick. It was more of an accessory that underlined the pride that it already exuded, even more than it was a walking aid.

All in one, you thought she was beautiful.

"Uhm, Y / N, you're bleeding ..." said Mrs. Rodriguez suddenly and made you look at your hands in confusion. She was right, you cut yourself.

"Fuck .." you mumbled and pulled a plaster from under the counter to wrap it around your finger.

"Are you okay?" The old woman asked confused and you just nodded and gave her her roses.

"See you next month, Mrs. Rodriguez .." you said and she just mumbled a quick bye before leaving the store.

Your eyes were again on the mysterious woman who was still undecided in the shop.

"Can I help you?" You asked aloud and put on your nicest smile.

The stranger looked up and frowned at you.

"I'm looking for flowers .." she said curtly and made you laugh.

"Well, I think I can help you with that. For what occasion do you need flowers? As a gift, to-"

"I want some for my apartment. I live alone and everything seems relatively dead .." she interrupted you.

"Wouldn't a pet be the solution then?" You tilted your head.

"I work too much for that."

"And what about tinder?", You grinned cheekily and she just looked at you disapprovingly.

"Can you help me now or not?" She asked gruffly and you became serious again.

"Which colors do you prefer? And do you have a lot of time to look after the flowers?"

"I like purple .." she said, clutching her cane with both hands.

"Ouh that's perfect!" You exclaimed and came out from behind the counter.

"We just got a delivery of lilac-colored roses yesterday ..", you walked past her to go to the box with the roses.

"Look .." you said and held out the box to her.

The woman nodded curtly.

"They are beautiful.."

"I know .." you smiled again. "I can also remove the thorns if you want .."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Sure you can?"

Your gaze followed hers and you blushed when you realized she was staring at the plaster at your finger.

"I can do that .." you mumbled and went back to the counter before you put the box on the table and started to remove the thorns from the roses.

The stranger said nothing and went wordlessly to the counter, which assured you the approaching knock of her stick. The fact that she was closely watching your handicrafts made you nervous and you remembered the critical look that had been in her eyes after she walked into your shop.

"Why did you come to our store?", You asked to break the silence between you two.

"Lies on the way to my work .. ", she muttered and you looked up briefly from the flowers to see that her eyes were indeed staring critically at the roses.

"Where do you work?" You tried again before you started pulling the thorns out of the flower stems again.

"Kineros Robotics .."

"Ouh, that's cool .. a friend of mine once had an internship .." you said and pulled the last thorn out of the rose. You reach under the counter to pull out paper, in which you then wrap the roses and press them into her hand.

"$ 55 .." you said curtly and leaned on the counter to watch how she pulled the money out of a black leather wallet and put it in your outstretched hand. And for a moment you had the opportunity to look at her perfectly manicured nails, which were painted in a dark shade.

"Thanks .." you said, smiling again as you watched her just nod before leaving your shop.

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When this mysterious woman showed up at your store a week later, you couldn't help but be surprised, which didn't mean you weren't happy. As strange as it was last week, you still enjoyed this encounter very much.

"The flowers have wilted .." she said as she leaned against the counter.

"I want my money back.."

You let out a laugh.

"You want your money back? It's not my fault if the flowers wither .." you laughed and looked into her deadly serious face.

"Did you water them?"

"Of course I watered them," she growled.

"Did they stand in a dark room?"

"What the hell..no .."

"Then I have no idea why they might be withered .." you said with a grin.

"Then you're doing your job very badly ..", she replied and pressed her lips together. You rolled your eyes

"I'm a saleswoman and not a biologist ... Now I understand why you can't get a pet when you can't even take care of a few flowers."

"It's not funny .." she hissed, glaring at you. You shrugged and ran your hair through.

"I don't think it's funny either ... Rather wasteful, $ 60 for roses just so they wilted after a week .."

"As I said, I watered them.."

"Then maybe they have committed suicide .." you started and you couldn't help but grin again. "... Because they thought you were creepy."

She was still glaring at you and looking like she wanted to punch you in.

"Look ..", you sighed and put your hands on your hips. "I don't know exactly what you want from me, but you definitely won't get your money back ... I can sell you new flowers .."

"Then do that .." she managed and you had to smile.

"Those roses again?"

She nodded and you ran past her to get the box.

"I hope you cut yourself again while cutting the thorns .." she said suddenly as you put the box on the table and made you laugh.

"Be careful what you say, otherwise I won't cut the thorns at the end, but one of your pretty fingers ..", you grinned and began to remove the thorns. And again you felt her eyes watching every movement of your fingers, but this time it wasn't as weird as the week before.

"My name is Y / N .." you said suddenly.

"Miss Venable .."

"Miss is a very interesting first name .." you said sarcastically.

"I don't know what my first name should bring you," she replied.

"Well then I'm Miss Y / L / N ..".

You reached under the table to get the paper out before you wrapped the roses in it again and gave them to her.

"$ 55 .." you said, smiling smugly when you saw that she was still frowning at you.

Like last week, she took out the money and put it in your outstretched hand, but this time her fingertips lingered a little longer in your palm and let your smile freeze. You didn't know if she was doing this consciously or if it was unintentional. But you knew it made your knees go weak.

"Thanks .." you mumbled and withdrew your hand to put the money in the till.

"Better take care of the flowers this time, okay?"

"I promise .." she replied and for the first time a smile seemed to dance on her lips before she turned and left the shop.

You just stared after her thoughtfully. She was by far the weirdest customer you have ever had. But definitely the most attractive.

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"That's impossible .." you scolded when she was back in your shop a week later and told you the roses had withered.

"I'm sorry .." she said annoyed.

"So either you're doing it on purpose or you're just irresponsible .." you mumbled and suddenly gave an Lache off.

"If it is the former, you can just say that you like to see me and you don't have to pay $ 55 every week .."

You lifted your eyes to see her pale skin turn reddish.

"Do you still have those purple roses?" She asked, ignoring your comment.

"Nope .. but I have red ones, if that's enough for you ..".

"That works too ..", Ms. Venable said and you did not go unnoticed as she nervously knocked her stick on the floor.

As in the previous weeks, you hopped past her, got the box with the roses, put them on the table and began to cut out the thorns.

And just like the weeks before, you could feel her staring at your fingers spellbound. It was uncomfortable.

"Jesus, could you please stop staring at my fingers like you're about to have an orgasm?" You asked, putting the knife down before looking at her annoyed.

"It's fascinating .." she muttered, embarrassed.

"Probably rather disturbing ..", you rolled your eyes as you picked up the knife again to continue your work.

"May I give it a try?" She suddenly asked, making you grin.

"You could also simply plant rose bushes yourself"

She shook her head.

"Too much work.."

You snorted in annoyance and put the knife in her hand.

"Well, you have to hold the knife up with your thumbs .. And then you pull the knife from top to bottom over the flower stem .." you explained and put one of the roses in her other hand.

As critically as she always watched you, you now stared down at her hands and watched as she tried to remove the thorns.

"No no no .." you interrupted and tapped her wrist.

"If your strength comes from here, you will get stuck with the knife in the stalk ..". Your hand went to her elbow.

"You have to work from here ...".

She nodded slowly and you watched with a grin as she continued in vain.

"And you said last week that I would do a bad job .." you said when she gave up and put the knife back in your hand.

She mumbled something unintelligible before you started to do the rest yourself.

You sighed as you put the flowers in her hand and watched as she pulled out her wallet.

"You know, you could just give me your number instead of the $ 55 .." you said, cocking your head.

"Forget it .." she mumbled as she pushed the money into your hand.

"Pity."

And like the weeks before, she strutted out the door without saying anything.

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When Miss Venable came to your flower shop a week later, she was disappointed to find that a strange woman was standing behind the counter.

Somehow she got used to coming here every Tuesday and watching you at work. And that the roses had withered was of course a lie (3 beautiful bouquets of flowers were now in her apartment), it was just an excuse to come here every week and now you weren't there.

Wilhemina slowly went to the counter and watched the strange woman in front of her, instead of you, cut thorns from the roses. But she couldn't do it half as well as you.

Sloppy .. went through her head.

"How can I help you?" Asked the woman and gave Wilhemina a polite smile

"Where's Y / N?"

"Ohh Y / N is sick, I'm her aunt .." said the woman and put the roses aside.

"Are you a friend?"

"Something like that .." muttered Miss Venable.

"Um, I can give you her address if you want?"

Miss Venable frowned. Was that right?

"You don't have to visit her, but if you want, you have the adress .." added the woman in front of her and Wilhemina nodded slowly.

She watched as the woman took a small piece of paper and wrote on it before holding it out to her.

"Thank you ..", Wilhemina mumbled, took the slip of paper and turned to leave the shop.

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You groaned in frustration at the sound of the door ringing. What idiot would dare to bother now? Tired you trudged out of the kitchen into the hallway to open the door. Your eyes widened when you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Oh no .." you muttered, staring at Miss Venable. You could only imagine how awful you must look. Disheveled hair, pajamas, no makeup and a flushed nose from your cold.

"You look good .." said Miss Venable, looking dead serious, but you knew it was meant ironically.

"Ha ha .." you made dry. "Where the hell did you get my address from?"

"Your aunt gave it to me ..".

"My aunt?" You repeated confused and she nodded.

"Come in then .." you muttered and stepped aside to let her in.

"Excuse my chaos.. ", you gave her a crooked smile as she entered the apartment.

"Usually my customers don't visit my apartment .." you laughed and went into the kitchen.

"Sit in the living room .. Do you want coffee or something?"

"Black with one sugar please ..", you heard her voice from the living room and made you grin, somehow she was cute.

"Don't you have a bed?" She asked you when you came into the living room while she was sitting on your sofa with your bedding on it.

"Too much space ..".

You gave her the cup and sat down next to her on the couch.

"It's also so much more practical .."

She frowned and took a sip from her cup.

"How long do you live here?"

"Since I was 16 ... dropped out of school .. please don't ask why .."

She nodded slowly and you couldn't help but stare at her. The fact that she was sitting here in your living room was more than confusing and you didn't know if this was really happening or if it was your medication to blame. Actually she was a stranger, you didn't know anything about this woman and yet she was now sitting in your messy living room and drinking your cheap coffee.

"What did you want in the store today? .." you yawned

"Flowers .." she replied dryly and played with the cup in her hands

"Because the others have withered?"

"Why else?"

You shook your head, grinning, and pulled the sheet over your legs before closing your eyes.

"You're unbelievable.."

"Thank you ..", the woman in front of you muttered with a frown and let you raise an eyebrow with closed eyes.

"That wasn't a compliment .."

The answer you were hoping for did not come and you noticed how you became more and more sleepy, which was due to the medication you were taking before the doorbell rang.

"Wilhemina .." you suddenly heard her voice say far away.

"What?"

"My name is Wilhemina .."

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman .." you muttered before finally drifting away.

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"I thought you weren't coming ..." you greeted Wilhemina with a soft smile as she stepped into the shop on Tuesday evening.

As always, she had a dead serious face and you wondered if she could even smile.

"I had to work longer .." she explained as she stood in front of the counter.

"So, my dear Mina, how can I help you today?" You asked, tilting your head.

Miss Venable raised an eyebrow.

"Mina?" She repeated.

"Its cute .."

"It sucks .."

"Okay okay .." you raised your hands defensively.

"Anyway, do you want roses again?"

She shook her head.

"Not today .. You know, I have a date on Thursday and was wondering what kind of flowers she likes .."

You froze at her words.

Somehow you felt betrayed.

Confused, you watched as the serious woman burst out laughing.

"You should have seen your face .." she laughed and you blushed.

"I'm sorry .." you mumbled, embarrassed.

"Of course you are and now sell me your stupid roses"

"My stupid roses .." you repeated quietly as you turned around to the shelf behind you and held out the finished roses.

"You're already done ..", she remarked with a frown.

"Yep ... no horny stare at my fingers today .."

She snorted at your words and you watched her take the money out.

"So you have nothing to do on Thursday?" You asked, giving her a subtle look.

"It was a joke ..": she said and gave you the money, which you accepted with trembling hands. You bit your lip in nervousness before squeezing out the following words.

"And what do you think, if we do something together on Thursday?"

"Like what?", She looked at you disapprovingly.

"Like a date? I dont know .." you muttered and screwed up your eyes.

"Okay."

"Okay?", You stared at her confused.

"Does that mean 'yes?"

"Yes .." she said and shrugged her shoulders.

"As long as I don't have to go back to your horror apartment, everything is okay”

"Well, thank you very much ..", you moaned. "Will I at least get your number now?", You said with a grin and got a pen and paper that you gave her and then watched her scribble her number on it.

"See you Thursday ...", you smiled sweetly as she pushed the paper back across the table.

She just gave you a vague look before turning to walk to the exit. But shortly before the door she stopped.

"6 pm .." she said without turning around.

"And don't be late, I hate unpunctuality..."

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Two days later you were cycling through the city to go to Mina's apartment. The fabric of your dress fluttered around your bare legs and made you tremble. The wind tousled your hair and you had to find with regret that what you had just stood in the bathroom for two hours for probably schon was destroyed again.

To say you were nervous would have been the biggest understatement of the century. On the one hand it was because your last date was a few years ago and on the other hand it was because of Wilhemina. This woman was so extraordinarily different that it seemed almost impossible for her to exist.

And you found her incredibly attractive. You found her stern demeanor, how perfect her hair looked and the fact that the whole atmosphere changed when she walked into a room...

Your breath caught as you turned into her street and her house came into view. A large white new building with a cube-like shape stood on a plot of land surrounded by lawn. The building had huge windows, all of which were lit with soft light.

No wonder she called your apartment a "horror apartment", probably even her cellar was nicer than the place you lived in.

After hooking up your bike, you hurried to the black door and looked nervously at your watch. It was exactly 6 p.m.

You raised your hand on the doorbell and before you could ring the doorbell swung open and presented Mina.

"On time." Was her only comment, but you didn't listen to her at all and were only fixated on what was in front of you.

How could she look so good?

The woman in front of you was dressed in a purple blouse with a lace collar and the matching skirt. Her red hair, which was usually tied into a ponytail, was pinned up and, as always, she wore this dark lipstick.

"You're staring, Y / N .." she remarked with raised eyebrows and made you blush.

"M'sorry .." you mumbled before you held out the red wine that you bought a few hours ago.

"Uhm..for you? I thought flowers were uncreative .."

"Thank you ..", she said curtly and made room for you to enter the house.

The house looked just as perfect from the inside as it did from the outside. White walls were adorned with pictures whose motifs you did not understand. There was expensive designer furniture everywhere and instead of doors there were just passages. But what fascinated you most was the fact that instead of lamps there were candles that were placed everywhere and provided the dimmed light.

"I like fire .." she told you when she noticed your interest in the candles.

You nodded briefly. "It is nice.."

And of course her kitchen was beautiful too. You felt more and more ashamed of your small apartment. Wilhemina probably had more different knives (which, by the way, were all perfectly arranged on the wall) than you had cutlery in total. And the thought of her living alone in this huge house was a little scary.

"So Y / N ..", she started and pointed to the set table.

"I'm not the best cook, but I really tried hard with these noodles .."

"I am sure, that its perfect ..", you smiled gently at her and sat down on one of the two chairs before she sat down opposite you.

For the next few minutes you just sat in silence and quietly ate your food. You just didn't know what to say.

"It's disgusting, isn't it?" Mina suddenly asked and let you lift your head.

"Oh god, Mina, no," you said quickly when you saw her narrowed eyes.

"Its delicious .."

"Okay .." she mumbled quietly, poking the noodles with her fork.

"Why do you actually need this stick?" You asked after a few more minutes of silence. She was clearly surprised by your question.

"Is that important?" She frowned.

You shook your head quickly.

"No .. I was just wondering .."

"Well, it's because of my back .." she finally said after wrestling with herself for a minute.

"I have scoliosis .."

"Oh .." you uttered and she subtly lifted her gaze to see your face.

"I'm sorry .." you added quickly.

"Does it hurt?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"It is not permanent pain .. some days every step hurts, while other days it only hurts when someone touches it .."

With worried eyes you watched as she took a sip of her wine and her gaze was fixed on the stick next to her.

"It's incurable .." she added and put her glass back on the table.

"I had an unsuccessful operation a few years ago and now I only get regular painkillers ..."

"That's awful .." you muttered, playing with the fork in your hand.

"You know, the problem is less the pain .. I just hate to see it, it looks disgusting .." she was still staring at her cane.

"I guess you can't look ugly .." you said softly and put your hand on hers. She raised her gaze to you and frowned at you before mumbling a little "thank you".

Like it was something you said to make her feel better. But you meant it, she was just beautiful. It was just sad that she didn't know.

You spent the rest of the evening in the woman's huge living room.

She told you about her work at kineros robotics and you about yours in the boring flower shop. Actually, not much happened, but you thought it was just right and by the end of the evening you already had the date for your second date.

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Ms. Venable was more than surprised when you invited her back to your apartment on Thursday last week. In her eyes, your weird apartment wasn't a nice place for a second date, but for your sake she'd agreed.

for your sake

That felt kind of weird .. In general, she felt weird around you. Unlike all the other people, she didn't hate you, on the contrary .. And she hated herself for not hating you.

Jesus, she could never hate you.

She loved watching you work, she loved your laugh, and she even loved your annoying, overt flirting.

She loved you.

But she could never tell you that, she couldn't even admit it to herself anymore. That would only make everything unnecessarily complicated and actually she wanted to break the whole thing off before it became too much.

The problem was, she couldn't cancel it, it had been too much since she first visited your shop. And now the thought of breaking your little heart made her feel guilty.

Finally she arrived on your floor and let out a relieved breath. Climbing stairs with that stupid stick was very strenuous.

Just like you did a week ago, she checked her watch.

10 p.m.

She was on time.

10 p.m. was a bit late for her taste, but you insisted and now she was standing here and knocking briefly on your door, which opened less than a minute later.

"Hello beautiful woman ..", you greeted her with a grin and Ms Venable couldn't help but smile.

"I thought flowers were uncreative ..", she repeated your words from last week and held out a box of plasters to you.

"That's why I have plasters for you, in case you stare at your customers again and cut yourself away while thorns ..", she grinned and enjoyed the blush that was forming on your face.

"You're mean .." you muttered before you took her box.

"Wait here a moment ..", you disappeared back into your apartment.

Wilhemina frowned.

"I thought we would spend the evening in your apartment ..?"

"Not quite .." you explained when you reappeared in the doorway with a jacket around your shoulders.

"I didn't want you to get scared in my 'horror apartment', so I hope you don't mind climbing a few more stairs .."

"Okay ..", Miss Venable muttered, still confused, and followed you up the stairs.

"You weren't in the shop on Tuesday .." you said, sounding a little disappointed as you climbed the steps in front of here.

"I thought it was superfluous because I see you today .."

You turned your head to face her and grinned at her.

"So do you admit that you always came, just because you wanted to see me ..?"

Wilhemina stopped and stared at you. Damn.

"Shut up, ..", she growled and you laughed before you started climbing the stairs again.

"You know, not everything is bad about living in a skyscraper with small horror apartments .." you told her when you got upstairs.

"Unlike you, I have a roof terrace .." you said proudly and opened the door that led to the roof.

The icy wind immediately whipped against Mina's face as she stepped on the roof.

But as cold as it was, she had to admit that the view was beautiful.

Not only did you have the opportunity to look down on the whole city, also the sky seemed to be open to you and no tree, no house and no cloud blocked your view of the stars.

Ms. Venable had never seen the night sky so clearly and for that alone it was worth climbing the remaining steps.

Her gaze fell when she saw you in the corner of her eye as you stared at her with a grin.

"Better than my horror apartment, right?" You asked smugly and she just shook her head in amusement.

"You know, I didn't mean the 'horror apartment' badly .."

"That was hardly a compliment ..", you remarked skeptically and turned around to go over the roof. Miss Venable followed you, of course, and inspected the way the roof had been designed by the residents. It was obvious that everyone had their own area up here, as many areas were separated from the others with temporary wall. Some had set up tables or chairs, while others had set up a kind of garden.

"Uhm .. this is mine ..", she suddenly heard you say and followed what your finger was pointing at.

Behind a partition, which was a simple wooden frame covered with fabric, was an obviously self-made bed. A simple mattress lay on a couple of Euro pallets.

At the head of the bed there was a board with a chain of lights winding around it and the bed itself was overflowing with pillows that didn't match in any way, but it still looked pretty cozy.

"Oh fuck .." you suddenly uttered and made Wilhemina flinch.

"What is it?" She asked confused as she stared into your worried eyes.

"I'm so stupid ..", you hit your forehead with your hand.

"I forgot that you probably can't sit here with your scoliosis .."

"Don't worry about it .. it works for a while," Mina calmed you down and watched you chew your lip.

"For real?"

"Yes.", She gave you a reassuring smile

"Then come here .." you said with a grin as you sat down and reached out your hand to her. Wilhemina hesitated briefly, but then took your hand and let you gently pull you onto the bed. For a brief moment, she was afraid it was actually too much for her back, but when she leaned against the pillow that you had placed in front of the wooden board, she relaxed.

You sat down next to her and now pulled a cloth blanket over both of you before you leaned back and put your head on her shoulder.

"We have to do that in summer too, because it's not that cold and you can watch the sunset ...", you mumbled and Mina was shocked by your words. In summer.

That was confusing, it was just winter, you had known each other for a month and now you were talking about what would be in six months.

"Did you make the bed yourself?" She asked to change the subject.

"Nope, my cousin helped me ..", you explained. "And I'm really grateful for that .. my apartment is really quite cramped at times and then I'm happy if I can come here to think about everything .."

"I thought you like your life?"

"I like it, but everyone else doesn't like it ... everyone says I should catch up with my school leaving certificate and then do something useful ... sorry, but I hate my parents .." you said and took her hand in yours.

"And sometimes I also wonder what if I had finished school?"

"Understandable ..", Wilhemina muttered while she stared at the starry sky and lost herself in it. It was one of the best moments she'd ever shared with anyone. The rustle of passing cars, your flowery scent, which didn't come from perfume, but from your job and then this sky.

Also the fact that your head was on her shoulder and your hand was intertwined with hers didn't make her jump and somewhere she was enjoying it.

She had no idea how many minutes you had spent and it was your whisper that broke the silence.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please what?", Mina winced and instinctively slid away from you.

You quickly took your head off her shoulder and looked carefully into her eyes, which were staring down at you in alarm.

"If it's okay, I mean .." you added quickly, clinging to the ceiling between the two of you to hold on to something.

" I don't quite understand what this is supposed to be..", Mina said and tried to keep calm so as not to go crazy. She watched you take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

"Okay Mina .." you started and screwed up your eyes.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"I generally don't believe in love ..." she replied coldly.

Your eyes widened at her words.

"Then why are we dating?"

Miss Venable didn't answer and just stared at you. That was bullshit ... you only knew each other a month, you couldn't love her. It was impossible.

Your eyes started to fill with tears when she didn't answer. And when she saw that, she closed her eyes.

Great, Wilhemina, now she's crying because of you.

"Y / N please ..", she mumbled and tried to grab your hand, but you jumped away.

"No Mina .." you said, still crying, and got up.

"It's my fault, I should have known .."

Again Wilhemina could only stare at you. If there was one thing she didn't want, it was that you were hurt because of her.

You ran your hair through before you crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm sorry if I got too close, but I thought you would feel the same way .."

You stared down at her expectantly, but she looked at you again with a frown

"This is pointless .." you muttered and grabbed your jacket.

"I think you can find the exit on your own .."

You started to leave and just wanted to go down to your little horror apartment to bury yourself in your uncomfortable sofa, but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"You're not going anywhere .." she growled and you let her pull you back onto the bed. You sat across from her and looked at her impatiently while she was trapped in her head, trying to form sentences.

"Are you still saying anything or just staring?" You asked annoyed

"Okay, I guess, I like you too .." she finally pressed out.

"You like me too?"

"Yes? I dont know .."

You snorted and rolled your eyes.

"You dont know .."

"It's complicated ..", Mina stammered and struggled for words.

"Tell me more.."

"I'm not really good at saying what I'm feeling .." she tried further.

"Obviously."

"Y / N please .." she muttered. "I hate being emotional, it makes me weak .."

Weak. At her words you frowned. You'd always noticed that she was a little stiff, but she actually seemed to have trouble talking about what was going on inside her.

"What did they do to you, that you think something like that .." you whispered when you saw tears running down her face and she averted her gaze from you and stared into her lap.

You carefully reached out your hand to place it on her cheek. She looked at you carefully and with all the pain in her gaze you couldn't help but feel bad.

"I hate people .." she said quietly and more tears welled up in her eyes and made their way down her face. Your heart broke at the sight.

You reached out both arms to her to pull her to your chest. You rubbed her back gently with your hands, trying to be as careful as possible not to hurt her while she cried into your shoulder and clung to you.

It took a few minutes for her to calm down and pull back from your chest to look at you.

You actually wanted to say something, but she was faster and suddenly pressed her lips against yours. It was unexpected and her lips tasted like the salty tears, but still it was the best kiss you had ever had.

"I love you .." you mumbled against her lips so as not to get the answer you had hoped for a second later.

"I love you too.."

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #american horror story

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theredsuzuran · 4 years ago

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Yandere Muzan x Reader

I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors, also for my crappy writing I hope It does not bore you lol. Slight mention of gore

It was the time of summer

A multitude of people hovering over one another in the vast space of the lively Asakusa city occupying the streets like tiny ants. Unfortunately it was same monotonous sight for kibutsuji Muzan progenitor of the morbid demon race, who seems to be roaming around uninterestingly looking for a suitable prey to hunt. The fleeting lives of mortals, their compassion, happiness, sorrow, pain held no value to him. They are pests who belong in the dirt or beneath his feet, inferior compare to a perfect being like himself. Nothing more than a tool that he won't hesitate to discard after his desires are fulfilled. All of a sudden his gaze felt upon a petite figure near a tailor shop, a large number of people gathering around her.

What's the matter, mister? Muzan inquired to a man next to him.

"if you are new definitely try her kimonos, now make way" the man said quickly as he rushed to the shop pushing all the people away. He was interested to know what the deal was about so he decided to stay for a while hoping it's worth the wait.

After a long delay muzan finally got the chance to view the women. As their eyes locked the dazzling city lights broader than the day itself felt dull in comparison for a moment, the once monochromatic world seems to change vibrantly with her luminous presence, As if goddess Amaterasu, the diety of sun herself have ascended from the heaven into the mortal realm. The demon lord stood there mesmerized by her breathtaking beauty, how can someone so close to perfection exist alongside those barbarians.

"How can I help you mister?" She questioned politely with her soft vocal. His endless thoughts were interrupted breaking the silence.

"Show me your kimonos"

And so his obsession started..

Days passed since his last encounter with the woman. He have come across numerous marvelous humans in everlasting lengthy life but never have his ruby eyes caught a glimpse of someone as alluring as her. The girl possesses an unique aura that differentiated her from the rest of the crowd, able to draw attention from the cold hearted creator of cannibalistic demons. At first muzan was just curious to know about that woman, possibly persuade her to become one of his underling because of the potentials she may carry. He frequently begun to visit her shop to but or sew different fabrics. Gaining basic information, like her name, likes and dislikes, etc. Her grandfather owned the tailor shop which sold finest quality garments from the beginning and were highly respected for their excellent tailoring. Continued by (y/n) at her family's will, who runs the shop with equal undying devotion.

She treated him with such kindness even though he was a ruthless demon not that she knew about it or let alone the existence of demons. The deepest corner of his dark heart illuminated with pure light whenever she was around and he came to the conclusion that she was the ray of sunshine he desires to perceive. Eversince he was cured from his fatal illness the only goal in his life was to conquer the sun which prevents him to achieve absolute perfection, in order to live an eternal and indestructible life or so he thought until that very day his eyes laid upon you. It would be stupid to think that demons are capable of experiencing love, concepts of feelings are completely foreign in their conciousness, it was more like obsession. His megalomania makes him believe he needs you no he wants you.

Alas, if only it was a fairytale. The king does not always gets what he desires and same goes for the demon lord when he finds out that his beloved darling already has a lover. As he witnessed the sight of you hugging your partner with passion. The way her eyes flutter infront of him when he caresses her cheeks making her turn away bashfully and how she hold his hand with her delicate ones while exchanging vows of love and loyalty towards each other made his blood boiled with fury. If anyone who can hold her fragile frame is none other but the demon lord himself yet there she was sharing intimacy with some filthy creature. His narcissistic self was put down with a lowlife, he cannot accept that his (y/n) was claimed someone else's. It was something he would never allow to happen.

"Kibutsuji san would you like to buy something today as well?" The women who now acknowledge his presence asked him cheerfully.

"Should I visit you later" a force smile graced on his pale features.

"Oh no, it's fine, let me introduce you to my fiancee" she said excitedly.

"Nice to meet you kibutsuji san" your fiancee said

"Pleasure to meet you as well" The demon scoffed under his breath but Kibutsuji was quite adamant he knew it was not hard to turn the tables anytime sooner as with a blink of an eye he can get rid of him by simply ordering his underlings without even hesitating to dirty his hands exclusive for his precious darling. But that was not what muzan was planning to do at all as his mind was engulfed with much sinister thoughts.

To insanity?

"You have been restless for a long time, what's wrong my child?" A man asked with a look of concern written all over his face looking straight at the figure of an anxious woman roaming around impatiently within the house.

"Its been a week father since he last wrote a letter to him" she mumbled softly disappointment painted across her features. The father could not help but laugh a little by her daughter's remark.

"Father please it is serious"

"I am sorry sweetheart but it might be that your fiancee is busy with wedding preparation" which made sense because the wedding would be taking place after three day and it was obvious that he was caught up with the arrangement. However there was a strange feeling inside her stomach which made her believe otherwise.

As the days passed the wedding day came close, with (y/n) still not receiving any message from her lover. Worried her to the core at this point all she wanted was to make sure of his safety as something constantly felt off. The guests came in one by one for the wedding ceremony but there was no sign of the groom.

It was getting unbearable for her to remain confined. Ignoring her father's request to stay inside she went outside in hope to check whether or not her lover was approaching but once again she was greeted with emptiness. Her eyes swell up with tears forming on both corners allowing her body to slowly hit the surface as she convinced herself that her lover will never come. The worst was yet to happen and before she could make any movement the ground beneath her feet started shaking and a shoji door opened consuming her into the darkness.

It was just the start of her miserable life under the demon's control.

"So you are finally awake", a sudden voice came echoing into her eyes as she slowly opened her eyes after regaining her consciousness. She moved her hands upwards in order to ease the headache only to find her hands tied up with shackles, a chilling sensation of overwhelming fear filled her entire senses as she remembered what happened prior.

"Where am I? Why am I chained?" Who are you?" she demanded furiously at the mysterious figure infront her which was now advancing at her direction from the dark corner of the dimly litted room.

"You are quite an impatient one?" The man gripped her chin roughly as her eyes protruded out with bewilderment.

"Can't even remember your daily customer?" A wicked smile curved across his countenance.

"K..Kibutsuji san" she parted her lips. Tears forming in her eyes once again. This made muzan even more irritated as he tightened his grip on her chin. (Y/n) whimpered with pain crying out loud.

"Your shouting won't help dear nobody apart from me can hear you scream" he said bluntly with his cold apathetic voice.

"Why?" (Y/n) lowered her head down holding his hand with her delicate ones trying her best to get a hold of him.

"Pardon?" Muzan inquired as he stared at your quivering form with his souless eyes there was no empathy in them or whatsoever although he felt pity. He cannot deny the fact that he was indeed attracted to her that's the reason why he put her into so much hassles.

"Where is my lover?" She asked sternly with her voice shaking a bit.

"Oh" muzan responded his hand still holding her chin tightly. This made her even more anxious she was unaware of the power he might possess and definitely she didn't had any intentions to risk her life.

"Why can't you humans move on and accept circumstances given before you?" it startled her as she cannot process what he meant.

"I don't.. u..understand" she said.

"Then you have to learn to accept me as your partner" muzan replied coldly (y/n) sat there looking at him with disbelief her heart and soul belonged to someone else and for a long time they have been together it's absolutely impossible to change the reality she was accustomed with just because some maniac wants to make her his partner.

"I can never" she murmured with disgust hinted in her voice. "I love him" throwing daggers in his direction not ready to submit her futile attempts of protest should pissed the demon lord even more but to her surprise she saw him smiling menacingly and in the corner of her eyes she saw the figure of her debilitate lover.

"Start from his fingers" muzan ordered one of his subordinate as they began chopping one of his finger making him scream in pain.

"No! please don't hurt him" trying to break free from the shackles she was tied with realizing it was fruitless she fell on the demon's knee begging with all the strength left within her in a last desperate attempt.

"You left me with no other choice, dear" he explained playing his sick games of manipulation on her. This was exactly what he needed to break her mind and she cannot help but rely on him pleading for his forgiveness feeding on his massive ego providing him ultimate satisfaction to witness the quivering frame of his darling clinging onto his knee in pure submission.

"Please I will do anything you say" she requested shaking like crazy.

"Anything?" Muzan questioned raising his eyebrow

"Yes" she replied without any hesitation.

"Be mine"

She already knew that he wanted this and she readily obliged in order to save her beloved, sacrificing her own life. Her only purpose was now to satisfy the demon lord, he was successful until the very end and it won't take long to make her completely his.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #demon lord #demon slayer #demon #muzan kibutsuji x reader #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan x reader #anime

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siren-dragon · 3 years ago

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After Eight -- The Cat Returns fanfic:

So... I had a Ghibli movie marathon recently and remembered my old childhood OTP of Haru and the Baron. Then I read a few fanfics by @catsafarithewriter and landed in another fandom abyss, lol. And that later spawned this au one-shot from a prompt I read. Anyway, this is my first time publishing anything for another fandom so hopefully it’s good. Enjoy! ^_^

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Human AU -- “I need to finish my term paper and you’re the only 24-hour internet cafe open. Help me.”

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The front door of their small flat closed with a soft click as Haru shrugged her backpack higher onto her shoulder and soon hurried down the corridor and out onto the streets with a determined step. To be fair, Hiromi and Tsuge did try their best to accommodate her as she stared helplessly at her computer screen within her bedroom while they giggled and chatted on the sofa. And though Haru managed to continue through her term paper despite the late hour; her concentration quickly began to wane while the tell-tale sounds of snogging managed to reach her ears despite the closed bedroom doors. So, she rather quickly decided to pack up her supplies and laptop, stuff them into her school bag, and exit the flat in an attempt to find somewhere quiet.

Of course, she didn’t really consider the fact that a) it was 10 in the evening on a Friday and b) she would need wifi if she were going to try and continue her paper.

“There has to be somewhere open…” she groaned, having passed another bar filled with her fellow college students enjoying the beginning of their weekend. “Why are there so many bars everywhere?!”

After traversing the streets for a good 20 minutes, all the while debating if she could chance stealing the wifi from a late-night McDonalds, the brunette soon found herself pausing to stare at the building her feet seemed to have led her to. It was a rather quaint building, reminiscent of European cafes with it’s white and green paint and black sunshade. Written beside the glass and wooden doors was a simple plaque with the words The Cat Bureau scrawled across in dark lettering. However, it was the petite sticker smacked boldly on the corner of one of the windows with a drawing of a cat on a laptop reading “free wifi” that nearly made Haru weep tears of joy.

“Oh, thank God; an internet café!” she beamed with delight before hurrying inside.

If she thought the outside was charming, the interior was spectacular. Alongside the windows were various tables with off-set white tablecloths and a small flower vase as a centerpiece, while opposite sat a wrap-around wooden bar complete with stools. The entire room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the hanging antique light fixtures and Haru couldn’t help but be captured by the small café. “Wow, this place is beautiful…”

“You are too kind Miss,” an accented voice chimed, causing her to swivel to the source.

Standing behind the countertop was a man, perhaps a few years older than Haru herself, offering her a kind smile with a rag in hand. Though Haru was practically half-asleep due to exhaustion and the creeping energy withdrawals her last study-snack tried to prevent, even she couldn’t deny how attractive the man was. Slightly tousled tawny locks and vivid green eyes stared back at her with an intensity that caused her face to take a distinct pink tint. His attire was a bit formal, what with the crimson vest and collared shirt with a bowtie- though his black apron and rolled sleeves didn’t undercut the professional appearance.

“Erm, I’m sorry- were you closing soon? I can leave if you want. It’s just that I saw you had free wifi and I needed a space where I could finish my term paper…”

The man gave a gentle laugh, “no worries Miss, this is a 24-hour café; stay as long as you like. The Bureau doesn’t often receive customers on Friday evenings, what with many preferring venues that serve alcohol.”

Haru grinned, “you’re a life saver. And this place, I’ve never seen such an amazing café before.”

“Thank you, and please sit wherever you like. Make yourself at home. Is there anything you would perhaps like to order?”

Taking a spot at one of the tables near the window, Haru immediately glanced at the menu resting upon the table, looking over the pamphlet for something cheap that would keep her awake. She was rather impressed by the modest selection- ranging from teas and beverages to cakes, sandwiches, and even a few pastries. “I’ll just have a cup of the house blend tea, please.”

The man smiled, “as you wish.”

If the food wasn’t going to bring her back here, the charming waiter certainly was- though as quickly as the thought crossed her mind Haru prayed her internal feelings didn’t make themselves known with the reddening of her face.

Quickly pulling out her laptop and research materials, in an attempt to finish her work and not stare at the handsome waiter, Haru set to work on trying to finish her paper. The quiet atmosphere gave a rather calm and ideal setting, allowing the brunette student’s work to continue at a steady pace. On occasion Haru would steal a glance to the waiter as he set about making her order, humming a gentle tune under his breath before returning to her paper. It was only when the cup and teapot was set gently beside her did Haru startle from her concentration while another plate- this one bearing a slice of angel food cake with whip cream and strawberries found it’s place beside her tea cup.

“Oh! Um, but I didn’t order-“

“On the house,” the man smoothly replied. “Besides, nothing goes better with tea than some angel food cake.”

Haru giggled, saving her work before closing the laptop and setting it aside for the meanwhile. “Thank you very much.” Pour a dash of milk into the cup, she raised it for a tentative sip and blinked in surprise. “Woah, that’s got to be the best tea I’ve ever tasted.”

“You flatter me with your kind words, Miss.”

“Wait, did you make this from scratch?”

The waiter laughed, “indeed I did. That’s my own personal blend, though it tends to be a little different each time so I’m afraid I can’t guarantee the taste.”

“Well, it’s certainly better than the school’s local Starbucks.” Haru complimented, making the man grin. “Did you make the cake as well?”

“Unfortunately, no. While I am no stranger to the kitchen, that particular cake was made by our resident chef Muta. He has a penchant for sweets which has earned quite a following from the locals.”

“I don’t blame them, if the cakes are as good as the tea- I don’t think I’ll be able to go anywhere else.”

This time the man gave a teasing smirk, “and here I thought it was the free wifi drawing in customers.”

Haru laughed, “well, it certainly did help. I’d take a quiet café with wonderful tea over my small flat and a roommate making out with her boyfriend any day.”

“Well, that certainly would cause a bit of a distraction to a working student. If that’s the case, feel free to stay as long as you like Miss.”

“Haru,” she answered back. “My name, it’s Haru.”

He gave her a soft smile that made Haru’s stomach do nervous flips as bright green eyes met her own warm caramel irises. “Humbert von Gikkingen, at your service but please; call me Baron.”

Now it was Haru’s turn to give a small smirk. “So, Baron… this teapot looks like there is enough for another cup or two. Maybe, you would like to share it?”

This time it was Baron’s turn to flush the faintest pink before giving a rather delighted grin and retrieving another cup from behind the counter and taking the seat across from her. “I would be honored. After all, nothing makes a cup of tea better than sharing it with a rather fetching young woman.”

If Haru’s face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now- and judging from the slight mirth dancing in Baron’s eyes, the warmth of her face was easy to spot.

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“I didn’t even know we had a 24-hour internet café near the campus.” Hiromi commented in confusion, “must have been nice since you didn’t come back till after midnight.”

“Hey, I was giving you and Tsuge some space so I could work on my paper.”

Hiromi grinned, “uh huh, then why were you frantically typing this morning in an attempt to finish it? Maybe you got distracted on your little night excursion.”

“Yes, by tea and cake.” Haru answered dryly, trying to keep calm and prevent a tell-tale blush to creep up her face. “Trust me Hiromi, you’ll love the place.”

“Alright Haru, I- hey is this the place?”

The two girls stopped in front of the familiar white and green painted café, same black sunshade up though this time there were a few tables set up outside and a few more customers than the previous night. However, this time, a waitress with white-blonde hair and a pink ribbon around her neck was serving customers outside while inside a tall and thin black-haired man clad in the similar formal attire Baron wore yesterday tend to the waiting patrons. Yet she couldn’t hide the small frown at the lack of Baron’s presence, wondering if perhaps he only covered the evening shift.

It was then did she finally hear Hiromi’s laughter, when the chestnut-haired brunette pointed to a sign on the door. “Haru, you did read the sign before you went in this place last night, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

She merely silently pointed to the hours of operation, which clearly stated that the café was only open from 09:00 AM – 10:00 PM, with it opening later in the morning on Sundays. Haru felt her jaw drop slightly as her face turned cherry red while Hiromi merely laughed louder.

Of course, she did get a slight just desserts when the two friends were seated inside and Haru noticed Baron nearly fly out of the kitchen, hastily tying his black apron before catching her gaze. The black-haired waiter was whispering frantically to him while Baron looked to be offering some polite apology. Though when he caught Haru’s eye he couldn’t help the knowing smile on his face while Haru gave a rather sheepish look as he approached the table to take their order.

“Welcome back, Miss Haru. I hope your paper was a success.”

“Yeah, it really was…. Especially after the extra 2 ½ hours I worked on it last night.” She said with an embarrassed groan. “I am so sorry for butting into your café last night. If I knew you were closed I would have left and-“

“Think nothing of it, you needed somewhere to work and I was happy to help.” Baron replied with a kind, though slightly tired smile from the previous evenings unintentional long shift. “Perhaps… I could suggest another cup of our house blend in the name of bygones?”

Haru gave a shy smile, “yes please.”

“Make it two,” Hiromi added. “And whatever pastry you would recommend.”

“Certainly. I shall return momentarily, ladies.”

As Baron returned to the counter, Hiromi waited perhaps 2.1 seconds before whirling upon Haru with a large grin reminiscent of a satisfied shark. “Do you think he’ll write his number on the napkin for you to take home?”

While Haru didn’t make a point of causing scenes in public places, she couldn’t help flicking a sugar cubes at her friend’s laughing face. Though judging from the laughter dancing in Baron’s vibrant emerald eyes and the tint of pink dusting his cheeks, she wouldn’t be complaining if that was the case.

#the cat returns #neko no ongaeshi #haru yoshioka #baron humbert von gikkingen #haru x baron #one shot #human au #cafe au #fanfiction #my writing

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kellyvela · 3 years ago

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GRRM has said in interviews that he’s purposely played with the romantic tension between the hound and Sansa. What do you think the endgame purpose of the unkiss and that playing is meant to be for?

This is all what he said about the matter in question so far:

The Hound and Sansa, romantic or platonic? It could be very different things to each of those involved, mind you!

JUNE 24, 1999 THE HOUND AND SANSA

Moreta12: I understand, I’ve heard your opinion on that. In ACOK, it seems that the relationship between the Hound and Sansa had romantic undertones. Is that true?

GeoRR: Well, read the book and decide for yourself.

Moreta12: I’ve read the book and I’ve debated those particular scenes with a few others. Half say that it’s romantic and half say it’s platonic. I’ve taken the romantic stance.

GeoRR: It could be very different things to each of those involved, mind you

Moreta12:Yes, but it seem like evidence points towards romantic undertones. Will the Hound appear later?

GeoRR: Yes, the Hound will be in STORM OF SWORDS. In fact, I just finished writing a big scene with him.

[Source]

When will Sansa be “legal”? **ºª@”¡¿x<%$!&?

OCTOBER 05, 1999 AGE OF SEXUAL RELATIONS IN WESTEROS

The nature of the relationship between Sandor and Sansa has been a hot topic on Revanshe’s board. Sansa’s youth has been one focus of the discussion. What is the general Westerosi view as to romantic or sexual relationships involving a girl of Sansa’s age and level of physical maturity?

A boy is Westeros is considered to be a “man grown” at sixteen years. The same is true for girls. Sixteen is the age of legal majority, as twenty-one is for us.

However, for girls, the first flowering is also very significant… and in older traditions, a girl who has flowered is a woman, fit for both wedding and bedding.

A girl who has flowered, but not yet attained her sixteenth name day, is in a somewhat ambigious position: part child, part woman. A “maid,” in other words. Fertile but innocent, beloved of the singers.

In the “general Westerosi view,” well, girls may well be wed before their first flowerings, for political reasons, but it would considered perverse to bed them. And such early weddings, even without sex, remain rare. Generally weddings are postponed until the bride has passed from girlhood to maidenhood.

Maidens may be wedded and bedded… however, even there, many husbands will wait until the bride is fifteen or sixteen before sleeping with them. Very young mothers tend to have significantly higher rates of death in childbirth, which the maesters will have noted.

As in the real Middle Ages, highborn girls tend to flower significantly earlier than those of lower birth. Probably a matter of nutrition. As a result, they also tend to marry earlier, and to bear children earlier. There are plenty of exceptions.

[Source]

Unreliable Narrator

JUNE 26, 2001 SF, TARGARYENS, VALYRIA, SANSA, MARTELLS, AND MORE

[GRRM is asked about Sansa misremembering the name of Joffrey’s sword.]

The Lion’s Paw / Lion’s Tooth business (*), on the other hand, is intentional. A small touch of the unreliable narrator. I was trying to establish that the memories of my viewpoint characters are not infallible. Sansa is simply remembering it wrong. A very minor thing (you are the only one to catch it to date), but it was meant to set the stage for a much more important lapse in memory. You will see, in A STORM OF SWORDS and later volumes, that Sansa remembers the Hound kissing her the night he came to her bedroom… but if you look at the scene, he never does. That will eventually mean something, but just now it’s a subtle touch, something most of the readers may not even pick up on.

[Source]

(*) It was Arya who misremembered the name of Joffrey’s sword tho…

Unreliable Narrator 2.0

OCTOBER 05, 2002 SANSA’S MEMORY

[Note: This mail has been edited for brevity.]

… this is an inconsistency with ASoS more than an outright error. In ASoS, Sansa thinks that the Hound kissed her before leaving her room and King’s Landing. In ACoK, no kiss is mentioned in the scene, though Sansa did think that he was about to do so.

Well, not every inconsistency is a mistake, actually. Some are quite intentional. File this one under “unreliable narrator” and feel free to ponder its meaning

[Source]

Unreliable Narrator 3.0

NOVEMBER 27, 2007 GEORGE R.R. MARTIN ANSWERS YOUR QUESTIONS

Here’s a really particular question (which I realize means it probably won’t get asked in a general interview): In A Storm of Swords, there is a chapter early on where Sansa is thinking back to the scene at the end of A Clash of Kings when The Hound came into her room during the battle. She thinks in the chapter about how he kissed her, but in the scene in A Clash of Kings, this actually didn’t happen. Was that a typo or something? —Valdora

GRRM: It’s not a typo. It is something! [Laughs] ”Unreliable narrator” is the key phrase there. The second scene is from Sansa’s thoughts. And what does that reveal about her psychologically? I try to be subtle about these things.

[Source]

Sansa may be dead but Alayne is alive

APRIL 15, 2008 FUTURE MEETINGS, POVS, ARYA’S ROLE, EASTERN LANDS, AND ASSASSINS

[Will Sandor and Sansa meet?]

Why, the Hound is dead, and Sansa may be dead as well. There’s only Alayne Stone.

[Source]

A lot more dangerous than romantic

AUGUST 2, 2009 AS SER JORAH MORMONT…

weltraummuell: The Hound Oh please don’t cast an old guy for the Hound, his scenes with Sansa are so romantic and erotic, I couldn’t bear if it’d feel creepy all of a sudden. Well, that’s me making demands. LOL

GRRM: Re: The Hound Old guy? No, but… the Hound is still a whole lot older than Sansa, and was never written as attractive… you know, those hideous burns and all that… he’s a lot more dangerous than he is romantic.

kestrana: The Hound Yeah its a “girl always wants the bad boy” kind of thing although Sansa seems to pull something else out of him. It feels so wrong sometimes but I want to see them together again tee hee.

weltraummuell: The Hound Hehe, George, maybe you didn’t intend it, but he turned out to be a very erotic character to female readers. Especially since he’s mutilated and dangerous. Makes him unpredictable and vulnerable which is the most explosive aphrodisiac for a girl’s fantasy. ;)

weltraummuell: The Hound And I know from discussions on other board other women feel just the same about Sandor. He’s an absolute favourite with the ladies!

halfbloodmalfoy: The Hound LOL, you’re such a man. To many of us women, dangerous *is* attractive.

GRRM: The Hound But no one has any love for poor old Sam Tarly, kind and smart and decent and devoted…

[Source]

I played with it but I didn’t get the answer I was waiting for

JUNE 22, 2012 SWORD & LASER VIDEO PODCAST

GRRM: I am sometimes surprised by the reactions, of women in particular, to some of the villains. The number of women over the years who have written to me that their favorite characters are Jaime Lannister or Sandor Clegane [the Hound] or Theon Greyjoy… All of these are deeply troubled individuals with some very dark sides, who have done some very dark things. Nonetheless, they do draw this response, and quite heavily, I think, in the case of some of them, from my female readers in particular.

Veronica Belmont: I’m a big fan of the Hound, myself, actually.

Tom Merritt: Of Sandor? Really?

Veronica Belmont: Yeah, the Hound… Maybe it’s not because I feel any compassion towards them, I’m not really sure what the attraction is. Ah, I’m not going to call it attraction, actually. Let’s just say it’s a fascination, perhaps.

GRRM: [Chuckles] Well, I mean, fascination is one thing, but some of these letters indicate that there really is like a romantic attraction going on there. And I do know there’s all these people out there who are, as they call themselves, the “San/San” fans, who want to see Sandor and Sansa get together at the end. So that’s interesting, too.

Tom Merritt: The TV show has sort of played with that a little, and probably stoked those fires.

GRRM: Oh, sure. And I’ve played with it in the books. There’s something there, but it’s still interesting to see how many people have responded to it.

[Source]

I played with it but I didn’t get the answer I was waiting for 2.0

JUNE 23, 2015 GRRM Q&A AT THE SCIENCE FICTION BOOKSTORE IN STOCKHOLM

Question: “Is there any fan reactions that you have been surprised by, like is there a character that’s more popular than you thought or have people been shocked by something you didn’t think we would be shocked at?”

GRRM: “I’m reasonably certain what people will be shocked by. I knew that the Red Wedding would provoke a big reaction and it did. I was pretty confident that, you know, throwing Bran out the window and then killing Ned in the first book would get reactions, and indeed they did. All of those worked exactly the way it did to the extent that things that have surprised me, they tend to be smaller things. I guess I… Maybe I should not have, I don’t know. How do I phrase this without getting myself in terrible trouble… I guess I don’t understand women, but I was definitely, you know, way back when, surprised by the number of women who reacted positively to characters like Theon and the Hound as dashing, romantic figures. The san/san kind of thing took me by surprise, I must admit, and even more so the women who, and there are some, who really like Theon. So that surprised me.”

[Source]

Unreliable Narrator 4.0

DECEMBER 2016 ASKING GEORGE R.R. MARTIN ABOUT S@N/S@N

My question is regarding Sansa Stark. Her sexuality has evolved through every book and yet the memory that seems to stick the more with her in this regard is the night of the Blackwater. So I was wondering if you can expand on your view on what this is, since as before that night her interactions with Sandor Clegane weren’t really physical.

The night of the Blackwater, yes. Ahhh… Well, I’m not going to give you a straight answer on that hahaha… Uhmmm, but I would say that ahhh… you know a television show and a book each has its own strengths and weaknesses; there a re tools that are available to me as a novelist, that are not available to people doing a television show. And of course there are tools available to them, that are not available to a novelist, I mean they can lay in a soundtrack, they can do special effects, they can do amazing things that I can’t do, I just have words on paper. What can I do, well I can use things like the internal narrative, I can take you inside of territories… thoughts, which you can’t do in a TV show… Ahhh… You just have the words they speak, you see them from outside because the camera is external, while prose is internal, and I have the device known as “unreliable narrator”… Ahhh… Which again, they don’t have. So, think about those two aspects when you consider that night of the Blackwater.

[Source]

Do with it what you will.

#anon asks #sansa stark #the so called unkiss #grrm #asoiaf

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thetravelerwrites · 4 years ago

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Eikichi and Sterling (Lemon)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Human/Male Oni/Male Tiefling Additional Tags: Exophilia, Polyamory Negotiations, Polyamorous Character, Oni, Tiefling Content Warnings: Sex, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Power Bottom, Light Bondage, Light BDSM Words: 4990

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“What would we even say on our profile?” You asked your boyfriend, Eikichi. The two of you had been dating for almost five years and had an open relationship, but recently the two of you had been talking about adding a third.

Eikichi was an oni who had immigrated from Japan several years ago. He had been the kami, or god, of an old town that no longer existed and presided over construction for his parishioners for several hundred years. Laborers and carpenters from that town used to come to his temple to pray to him for success in their ventures. When the town died out, he was left homeless and joined the human society when other yokai from his region decided to do so. He was no longer a god, but being the CEO of his own construction company was just as good, he said, and he was just as happy now as he had been when he lived in the temple.

Despite a significant age difference, the two of you had fallen in love over tea and books, and the fact that he was gorgeous. Six foot five, two hundred and fifteen pounds of pure muscle, ivory colored horns rising up out of his white hair, red skin like ripe cherries, and yellow eyes. He was stunning. It still amazed you that he chose you to fall in love with. How would you get that lucky twice?

“Just be honest,” He said, his Japanese accent fairly heavy. “That we’re poly and looking for a male to complete our family. Make it clear we’re not looking for a unicorn.”

“A real unicorn or a figurative unicorn?” You asked jokingly.

“A figurative one,” He said with a smirk. “A real one might actually be cute.”

“Real unicorns welcome,” You typed. “Hehehe.”

“Are you being purposefully vague again?” He asked, putting tea next to you on the desk.

“It’s my favorite thing,” You replied.

“I thought I was your favorite thing,” He shot back, kissing the top of your head.

“Close second,” You said, laughing. “Don’t you have work soon?”

“I’m the owner, I can go in whenever I feel like it,” He retorted. “Are you working today?”

Eikichi owned a construction business, and you sold handmade clothing online by commission only.

“Not today,” You said. “I’ve been putting the housework off and I really should get to that mountain of laundry.”

“We could just throw it all away and buy new clothes,” He suggested.

“Don’t tempt me,” You replied, shooing him. “Go on. What are you thinking for dinner?”

“Spaghetti?”

“Again?”

“What? I like the way you make it.” He gave you a kiss on the forehead, cheek, and lips before picking up his jacket. “I’ll be home a bit early. It’s expected to rain.”

“Okay. Be safe.” You hugged him and saw him out of the door.

You sighed and looked around the house, demoralized by the sight of the housework you’d been neglecting. Both you and Eikichi were a little slovenly, you had to admit, but it was an acceptable amount of clutter. Usually.

Before you could bend down to pick up a pair of pants Eikichi had shucked off the day before as soon as he got in the door, you heard a ping on your phone. Looking down, you’d been matched with someone.

“Already?” You asked. You unlocked it and pressed the notification from OkCryptid. You saw who had matched with you and your jaw dropped.

“No way.”

It was, indeed, a unicorn, although he listed his race as tiefling. Where Eikichi was devastatingly handsome, this man was breathtakingly beautiful in a completely different way. He was thin, slightly taller than you but much shorter than Eikichi, and as pale as milkglass. His hair was long, white, and shimmery like spidersilk. A single horn spiraled out of the crown of his forehead. Pointed ears stuck out from under his hair, and his eyes were indigo in color. In his picture, he was dressed in an elegant, pale lavender suit that complemented his skin perfectly.

“Whoa,” You said under your breath. You took a screenshot and sent it to Eikichi. >You’re not going to believe this.

>You’re kidding! He replied quickly. >I was just joking!

>Me too! Should I message him?

>Hell yeah, he’d be perfect, look at him!

>He’s prettier than I am!

>Not possible. But he is gorgeous. Message him and see if he wants to meet up.

>I will.

You switched back to the app and started typing out a short message.

Hi. My boyfriend and I are in an open relationship, and you matched with us. Would you be okay meeting up sometime? We’d both love to get to know you.

You bit your lip as you hit send. You hoped he wasn’t the type who thought he was better than you or Eikichi because he was pretty or wore suits and such. You put your phone back in your pocket and returned to your housework, putting the lovely tiefling out of your mind.

A few hours later, while you were folding some very large boxer briefs, you got another ping. There was a message from the tiefling. With your heart in your throat, you opened it.

Hello! I’m Sterling. I’m very much open to the idea of an open relationship. I’m free this weekend on Saturday, if that works for you and your partner. Please let me know as soon as you can.

Your heart jumped and you felt giddy. You immediately texted Eikichi.

>He wants to meet us Saturday! You don’t have plans then, do you?

>I do now. Tell him we’ll be happy to meet him. You want to do that Japanese cafe?

>You just like that place because that kitsune owner and his girlfriend are pretty and you like looking at them.

>So?

>Maybe we shouldn’t ogle other people while were wooing someone.

>Perhaps you’re right. Sigh. Okay, then the Italian place you like.

>Ooh, I’m always happy with that.

>I know you are. LOL

You smiled. He did know you pretty well. You switched back to the app and messaged Sterling again.

That Saturday, you and Eikichi waited at your favorite restaurant, sipping some wine, when Sterling arrived. He was dressed in a suit again, though a dark burgundy one this time. His bright, gossamer hair was pulled back into a tight plait. Gods, he was pretty.

“Hello,” He said, his voice lilting. “I assume the two of you are my dates tonight?”

“We are,” You said, standing up. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

He took your outstretched hand and folded it into both of his, smiling sweetly. “Very nice.”

“Eikichi,” Your boyfriend said, holding out his hand in turn.

“Well, aren’t you strapping?” Sterling said with a grin, shaking Eikichi’s hand firmly. “Let’s sit, shall we. Oh, thank you for ordering me a glass as well.”

“Of course,” Eikichi said.

“So, tell me about yourselves,” Sterling said, taking a sip of his wine and raising his eyebrows appreciatively. “What am I getting myself into?”

The two of you told him about your jobs and life together and he listened attentively. “What do you do, Sterling?” You asked. “I would hazard a guess that it’s something to do with fashion, given how you dress.”

“Very astute of you,” He replied, pleased. “I’m a tailor, in fact. I own a menswear shop downtown.”

“Really?” You said with interest. “I’ve only ever made dresses, never suits.”

“Well, we will have to compare techniques, then, won’t we,” He said with a charming smile.

“Fashion is something that’s well over my head,” Eikichi said. “But you work with your hands. That’s something we all have in common, even if my profession gets me a little dirty more often.”

“You look good dirty,” You said in a flirty tone. “And even better all soaped up.”

He snorted. “You’re supposed to be flirting with our date, not me.”

“No reason she can’t do both,” Sterling said reasonably, sipping his wine. “So, would I be dating one or both of you? I’ll mean, I am bisexual and you’re both very attractive, but I want to know where my boundaries are.”

Eikichi nodded. “Both. We’re both bisexual and have outside girlfriends. Those relationships are casual and we both prefer it that way.” He gestured at you. “We’ve both met each other’s girlfriends. The four of us sat down and discussed all of us dating each other, but we ultimately decided against it.”

You leaned forward. “Have you ever been in an open relationship?”

“No, not as such,” He said. “I’ve only dated casually before. I’m not opposed to the idea of commitment, it just… hasn’t happened for me yet.”

“It could,” You replied. “Maybe you just haven’t met the person for you. Or persons.”

“Are you insinuating you two are said persons?” He asked with a smirk.

You shrugged and grinned. “We could be. Why don’t we find out?”

He matched your smile.

“We make decisions together,” Eikichi said. “We’ve got a contract, you might say: she’s what you would call a power bottom. She likes taking the submissive role, but she also likes to tell me what to do, and even though I’m what could be considered a dom, I like taking orders. It’s a little unorthodox, but it works for us.”

“How would I fit in?” Sterling asked.

“That depends. What position do you play, so to speak?”

“Whatever is best at the time. I guess I’m a switch? Though, I have to admit I haven’t been very adventurous.”

“We’ll teach you, if you want to learn,” You said, leaning closer so that your fingertips touched his arm.

“It’s not just about sex, though,” Eikichi said. “We want someone to love us as much as we’ll love them. If you decide you’d like to be casual, that’s fine. We can keep you casually and just continue looking for our third. Honesty and openness is the most important thing in any relationship. If you decided to be in the relationship with us, that would apply to you, too.

“And your impression of me so far, if I might ask?”

“You seem genuine and intelligent, and you’re very good looking. I don’t get any bad vibes of you. So far.”

“So what would be your recommendation?”

“Well, the date just started,” Eikichi said. “Let’s get to dessert before we make further plans.”

“And what does the boss say?” Sterling asked, turning to you.

You side-smiled at him. “Dessert first. But let’s just say you passed the application process.”

The three of you spent another two hours talking over dinner and dessert. Sterling was funny and smart and surprisingly nerdy, once he opened up. He loved manga, anime and collecting Funko Pop Vinyl figures. He had quite the collection. He had spend several years in Japan learning about Japanese fashion after college and ended up having a lot of tastes in common with Eikichi, reminiscing about food and drink brands they couldn’t get in the states.

With you, he talked about fashion and sewing and wanting to branch out. And all three of you had similar tastes in music, books, and movies.

After dinner, the three of you went to a small, comfortable pub that you and Eikichi were familiar with and continued your conversation well into the night. At one point, Sterling even loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, which you thought was a great sign. He seemed comfortable and open. And you got to peak at his collarbone.

Eventually, the bar closed, and the three of you reluctantly decided to call it a night with plans to see each other again soon.

“I really liked him,” You said in the car on the way home.

“I could tell,” Eikichi said with a smile. “You were practically in his lap by the time the night was over.”

“You like him, too,” You said shrewdly in response.

“I do like him,” Eikichi admitted. “There was definitely a connection between all of us. I think he might be the one we’re looking for.”

“Me, too,” You said, bouncing in your seat slightly. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

Eikichi smiled at your enthusiasm, but you knew he was just as excited.

A few days later, the three of you met up for drinks and continued talking. You felt that flushed, rosy feeling when you first start dating someone and it’s going really well, and you thought Sterling was feeling it, too. He was soon holding hands with both you and Eikichi in turn, being flirty and physically affectionate.

You were trying to go slow and not jump into things head first, but there was a real, tangible attachment between the three of you that was hard to ignore. You could see it on both men’s faces when they looked at each other, and when they looked at you.

That night before you parted ways with Sterling, he kissed you full on the lips. It wasn’t just a peck, either; it was long and open-mouthed, with just a hint of tongue. You were surprised but delighted, and reciprocated happily. When he parted with you, he pulled Eikichi down and kissed him, too.

“Why don’t we meet at our house next time?” You asked him. “I think you’ll have a good time with us.”

He grinned. “I have no doubt I will. Sounds wonderful.”

You bit your lip and smiled. “Until then.”

The night of your home date, you were jittery. You wanted to look cute, hot, sexy, and intimidating, but couldn’t decide what to wear that reflected all of those things. You stood inside your closet wearing only your nicest pair of panties.

“You could just answer the door naked,” Eikichi suggested.

“All of your solutions involve nudity,” You snorted.

“That’s why they’re clearly the best solutions,” He replied.

“You are absolutely no help to me,” You said, switching between two different dresses in front of the mirror.

“That black sheer one with the lace, then,” He replied as he watched. “It’s a nice preview.”

“Oh, but I only wear that one for you. Won’t you be jealous?” You asked playfully.

“Nah,” He said, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your stomach. “If we’re going to share, then there’s no point in keeping things from each other. He should enjoy it just as much as I do. Besides, I’m going to wear that black shirt you like so much.”

“Oooh, the one with the subtle feather pattern on it?” You asked as he helped you into the dress. “I do like that one. Leave the top two buttons undone in that way that I can see your collarbone.”

“You and your obsession with collarbones,” He said, snickering.

“Hey, we all got our own things we like. Don’t kinkshame me in my own house,” You joked. “I don’t poke fun at you for your pregnancy fetish.”

“You’re the one who decided no kids,” He said grumpily, checking his watch. “He’ll be here soon. I’ll finish up dinner .+while you get dressed.” He kissed your neck. “You look delicious no matter what you wear.”

He could always make you blush, even after five years. He walked back out to the kitchen and finished up the okonomiyaki and tsukune balls. Eikichi wasn’t exactly a gourmet cook, but he knew how to make plenty of his favorite dishes from home. He thought Sterling might like some Japanese food to remind him of his time there.

Sterling arrived later wearing a black suit with a blood red tie and pocket square. His hair was pulled back in an elegant french braid with red ribbons threaded throughout. He stood at the door with roses, wine, and a bright smile.

“Well, I guess we were all of one mind this evening,” He said as he looked at the both of you both wearing black. He gave you the roses and the wine, which actually turned out to be plum sake.

“Umeshu!” Eikichi said. “I haven’t had this in ages! Come in, come in, sit! I’ll pour us all a cup.”

“How was your day, Sterling?” You asked him, offering to take his coat.

He shrugged it off and gave it to you with a gentle smile. “It was pleasant. I made a few good sales and I have an order for a bespoke three piece double breasted suit with a shawl lapel. Someone is going somewhere fancy, which is my favorite thing to work on. So much gossip during fittings.”

You put the roses in a vase as Eikichi poured the sake. Sterling sat at the table, which was beautifully set, and you placed the roses in the center. Eikichi handed both of you a traditional choko sake dish, one of the few relics he’d brought with him from his old temple.

“Ah, this takes me back,” Sterling said, sipping delicately.

“Me too,” Eikichi sighed happily.

“I’ve never been to Japan,” You said. “Eikichi keeps talking about us taking a vacation there, but he’s such a workaholic that it never ends up happening.”

“We will go! I promised, didn’t I?” Eikichi protested.

You grinned at him playfully. “I’ll believe it when it happens, mister.”

“I would love to take some time off and go back,” Sterling said wistfully. “Some of the best years of my life were spent on that island.”

“Maybe you may be more successful in talking Eikichi into putting in some vacation time,” You said, winking.

“I will endeavor to try,” Sterling said, putting a hand out and resting it on the back of Eikichi’s. Eikichi flipped his and grasped Sterling’s hand briefly, smirking at him, before standing up to finish dinner.

“Tsukune?” Sterling said in a pleasantly surprised tone.

“Yep,” Eikichi said. “And okonomiyaki. I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“The two of you are spoiling me,” Sterling said, a hand to his heart a little dramatically, which made you snicker.

Dinner went amazingly. Sterling praised Eikichi’s cooking and he adored your dress, even more so when you told him you’d made it yourself. He actually got down on the ground so he could look at the stitching on the hem.

You smiled to yourself, looking at the top of his head from your chair. Your eyes flicked to Eikichi, and his smile was mischievous. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

You slid off your shoe and began tracing your toe up from his knee, where he knelt on the ground, and up his leg to his waist, managing to pull his shirt out of his pants and tickling the skin of his stomach.

He looked up at you, smirking, but didn’t stop you or say anything. Eikichi silently slid out of his chair and disappeared into the bedroom for a moment, returning with a length of soft cotton rope before sitting back down at the table and watching with a fond smile. Sterling took your foot and kissed the top of it, working his way up your legs with his hands and lips.

You tilted your pelvis forward as his hands went up your skirt and pulled at your underwear.

“These are pretty,” He said as he slid them off.

“Only the best,” You replied with a grin.

“The safe word is ‘Enokida’,” Eikichi said idly from his seat where he was watching, lightly tapping the rope against his thigh. “Don’t stop until she says it, even if she screams and begs. Her rules, not mine.”

“I understand,” Sterling said, though he looked at you with an inquiring eyebrow. You nodded acquiescence and bit your lip.

He hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing you to the air. He kissed the inside of your thighs, working upward until he was breathing on your most sensitive place, stroking it lightly with one long finger. You hissed and sucked in a breath, your body stretching and flexing. His finger teased around your pearl without actually touching it, and he pulled up to kiss your mouth, biting and sucking your bottom lip. Ooh, he was good at this.

The first stroke of his tongue on your slit sent electricity though your body, and you moaned. He vocalized in return, sending vibrations through your skin. Eikichi set the rope on the table next to you and began caressing your shoulders and pulling lightly at your hair, tilting your head back to meet his kiss as Sterling continued his ministrations, looking up from his position on the floor to watch you and Eikichi make out and fondle each other.

Eikichi pulled your dress off and lifted your arms, starting to wrap your hands with the rope.

“Not tying her to the chair?” Sterling asked.

“Don’t stop!” You hissed, looking down. Sterling snickered and went back to work.

“She can get out if I tie her to the chair,” Eikichi said. “I don’t know how, but she can get out every time. What good is tying her up if she can just free herself anytime she wants? Again, her words, not mine.”

Sterling snorted, but continued. You were reaching your peak quickly, having been turned on all through dinner. Eikichi finished tying your hands and left a leash connected to it that he could control. He pulled your hands over your shoulder and held them against his chest while he used his other hand to massage your breasts.

Your thighs began to shake as you moaned loudly, unable to move. You crashed into that wall of pleasure at the speed of a freight train, but he kept going. You tried to push him away with your feet, but he held your legs back against your chest. Eikichi put your tied hands around his neck and grabbed your ankles, pulling them up. Sterling continued, pulling another orgasm from you almost immediately. You were a sweating, swearing mess at this point, but it was so good. You fought against the restraints and their firm grips, but the two of them held you in place rather effectively.

You were still shivering from the aftershocks of the last orgasm when another one sent you contracting off the chair. Eikichi, with his sheer brute strength, was the only thing that kept you from falling sideways.

“Enokida! Enokida!” You screeched, and Sterling finally pulled away and you were left boneless and gasping in the chair. Eikichi lifted you up bridal-style and carried you to the bedroom with Sterling following behind.

“Do you need a break?” Eikichi asked, petting your sweat soaked hair away from your face.

You nodded. “You two have fun while I catch my breath.”

Eikichi grinned at you and slid off the bed, catching Sterling by the waistband of his trousers and pulling him roughly toward him, kissing him passionately. Sterling responded favorably, kissing Eikichi back just as soundly and unbuttoning Eikichi’s shirt.

You spent your break slowing down your heart rate and watching the two of them undress each other and make out. It was pretty hot, you had to admit. Sterling pushed Eikichi on the bed and got on top of him, grinding against him as they kissed. Sterling found his way down Eikichi’s body, just like he had done with you, and started sucking Eikichi’s cock right next to you, where you could watch. Sterling kept switching eye contact with you and Eikichi in turn and moaning. Eikichi grunted and his legs flexed in pleasure.

Your hands were still bound, but you touched yourself as you watched them, and Sterling reached underneath him to fondle himself while he continued sucking. At some point, Eikichi tapped out and put Sterling on the bed, sucking him in turn.

“I’m ready again,” You said. “Eikichi, do the thing I like.”

“You got it,” He said, getting up on his knees. His massive dick swayed upright between his thighs. He took the leash part of the rope and pulled your legs back up, tying your knees up around your ribcage, giving you enough room to breathe but not enough to buck. He also put your arms around his neck, so that you couldn’t move them.

He picked you up and presented you, tied and splayed, to Sterling. “You go first.”

Sterling smiled and gripped your hips, lining his organ up with your entrance. Where Eikichi was all girth, Sterling’s was long and curved upward. He pushed himself into your dripping slit and you groaned. He didn’t waste time in being slow and gentle; he rammed straight into you and you screamed. He railed you fast and hard, every so often either kissing you or Eikichi over your shoulder.

As Sterling’s body slapped sharply against yours with every thrust, the pressure and pleasure continued to build until you burst, and your brain blanked, with you going limp in Eikichi’s grasp.

“Wait, hold up,” He said to Sterling, and Sterling stopped immediately, though he didn’t pull out. “You okay, babe?”

“Mmm,” You said. “Water.”

Sterling did withdraw then, grabbing a water bottle that was on the bed. Because you were tied, you couldn’t take the bottle so he opened it and helped you sip it.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You said. “Thanks.”

“You want to keep going or take another break?”

“I don’t think I need a break, but let’s take it a bit more slow. I loved what you were doing, but I think I’m overstimulated.”

“I got you,” He said, slipping himself back inside you more slowly and gently. Eikichi held you so that your head lay on his chest and he put his arms around you, holding you in place but also embracing you, kissing your neck and shoulders.

After some time, you said, “I want both.”

“You got it, babe,” Eikichi said. “There’s some lube in the dresser, Sterling, could you grab it?”

“Of course,” Sterling said. He stopped and pulled out, reaching over to opened the drawer and retrieve it. Reaching underneath you and taking Eikichi��s cock in his hand, Sterling slicked it down with the lube, which made Eikichi hiss, and then lead it to your pucker. Eikichi pushed himself inside you slowly, very slowly, until he was all the way inside and stopped. Sterling took his place back in front of you and took himself in his hand, stroking twice, and pushing back into you.

Ever so slowly, the two of them began to thrust in rhythm. Sterling caressed your face, then took a fistful of your hair, gripping it tightly as he went in and out, his other hand had your breast in it’s grasp. Eikichi grunted and bit the lobe of your ear, whispering dirty things and moaning, blowing his breath across your skin.

The three of you moved in unison, crying out and gasping, sweating, swearing, screaming. Soon enough, they were both ramming you as hard as they could, and you were reveling in the full feeling, the incredible pressure, the feeling of being sandwiched between them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted, cumming for possible the twentieth time. Sterling pulled out with a strangled groan and came all over your stomach and legs. Eikichi took another few seconds, but finished inside you, roaring and bucking into you from behind. Then the three of you collapsed in a pile.

“Eikichi, the ropes,” You said breathlessly.

He reached up and snapped them effortlessly, allowing them to slip off. Then you managed to move so that you were lying in between the two of them, arms and legs everywhere. Then the three of you just lay there and breathed for about ten minutes.

Sterling was the first to rouse. “Well,” He said, still a little out of breath. “That was definitely a good time, as promised.”

You laughed and pulled him into a kiss. “I’m glad we could live up to our promises.”

You thought Eikichi was almost asleep, except he said groggily, “Are you staying the night, Sterling?”

“I’d planned to,” Sterling said. “I closed the shop for the next two days. I wanted to be sure I had enough recovery time.”

Eikichi barked a laugh. “You might need another few days. This one is insatiable.” He jerked a thumb at you while his eyes were still closed.

“Sounds good to me,” Sterling said, laying his head on your breast and sighing contentedly. “I haven’t had a break since I opened the store. A mini-vacation is exactly what I need.”

“Hey, maybe you might actually get us to Japan, like Eikichi promised.”

“I said we would,” Eikichi protested sleepily, throwing an arm around you and pulling up the covers.

Sterling snuggled in, kissing the middle of your chest before settling. “I’ll see what I can do.”

One year later, you stepped out of the airport in Kyoto, bundled up against the cold. Eikichi stood next to you, carrying most of the luggage, and Sterling took out his phone to call a cab to take you to the apartment the three of you had rented for your vacation. On your left hand, you wore two interlocking engagement rings, one sterling silver, and the second rose gold.

You breathed in the crisp air. “I can’t believe we’re really here.”

“Believe it,” Eikichi said. “The spring wedding will be amazing.”

“And we came with plenty of time to get things in order,” Sterling said, hanging up. “Cab is on it’s way.”

“Thank you,” You said sultrily, pulling Sterling toward you for a kiss. “I also can’t believe the two of you actually said yes when I asked you if you wanted to get married.”

“I’d have married you years ago, babe,” Eikichi said, bending down to get his kiss. “I just didn’t know it was something you wanted.”

“Well, now you know,” You said, winking up at him. “And I can’t think of a better place.” You took a couple of the bags as the cab pulled up. “Now let’s get going. Our future is waiting.”

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