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     It was a stressful time for both of Y/n’s boyfriends. She knew it was when a comeback was on the horizon. They needed to put together all their songs with everyone’s takes and with what sounded best. It would go into the early hours of the morning. Chan always brought work home with him anyway. But now more than ever.

     Even with the soundproofing in the two’s home studio, she could still hear their frustration as Chan and Changbin went about mixing their tracks. Y/n gave them their space. Only bothering them to feed them so they didn’t miss taking care of themselves. She felt bad she could only do so much for them. But both found a way for her to help them out.

     Changbin needed a break from the studio. Walking out into their kitchen and grabbing some water for him and Chan. Seeing Y/n in her own world cleaning up the kitchen with her headphones on. Unaware of his presence or the fact that he was eyeing her up and down since she was only wearing one of their hoodies; and it was barely covering her legs which made his gym shorts tighter.

     “I have an idea,” Changbin said as he came back into the studio

     “Let me hear it,” Chan sighed as he leaned back in the chair.

     “Remember last month when you, me, and Y/n were talking about exploring new kinks?”

     “I thought this was going to be about the song.”

     “It wraps into it.”

     “Alright… and yes I remember the conversation.”

     “Remember what she said she wanted to try?”

     Chan thought for a moment, “Free use? Right?”

     “She said last night she wished she could do more to help us.”

     Both boys looked at each other and reached a silent agreement. Texting her to come into the studio real quick.

     “What’s up?” Y/n asked

     Chan too had to eye his girlfriend up and down as she walked over to them.

     “Remember the other night when you said you wanted to help more?” Changbin asked

     “Yeah. What do you guys need from me?”

     “Let us use you till we finish the album?” Chan asked

     Y/n felt her whole body heat up hearing the offer. “Are you guys sure?”

     “A hundred percent,” both said

     “Do you guys want me to stay in the studio or leave you guys alone till you need me?”

     “How about you stay in here with us for today? Make it easier the first time?” Chan suggested 

     “Be like when we’re at the company. Just chill while we work,” Changbin added

     “Except we’ll just fuck you when we feel like it,” Chan giggled

     “Bedroom rules?” Y/n asked

     “Bedroom rules. We know all of our yes’ and no’s.” Chan confirmed and Changbin nodded

     “Okay. Should I go grab anything from the bedroom?”

     “No baby. Just go lay down pretty on the pull-out couch, maybe get yourself ready,” Chan said as Changbin got up and fixed the couch they had. Typically used for naps or when one of the kids was over and passed out. 

     Y/n laid back on the mattress after Changbin fixed the pillows and walked back to his chair. The two looked at her for confirmation. They had never not made her cum when they had sex. But they honored her wish. They always gave in to what she wanted but rewarded her in the end.

     The two tried working. Bin moved a few things around and made Chan listen. Chan leaned back in his chair with a sigh as he took back the headphones. He couldn’t keep his ears from picking up the small noises coming from behind them. The oldest looked back at their girl. Lying back on her phone with her legs bent up on the mattress and spread just enough so he could see her fingers dipping in and out of her little hole. 

     He got up from his chair and walked over to the pull-out. Grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge, her sweater riding up and phone falling next to her as he did. Giving him a good view of her fingering herself and of her wet folds. Chan smiled as he kneeled between her legs. 

     “Our little whore,” Chan smiles and pulled her fingers out of her. He pinned both her arms down onto the couch before sitting up and pulling his gym shorts and boxers down. Y/n watched his hard cock spring up before he wrapped his hand around himself. 

     Chan pressed himself against her before pushing himself in fully. Bottoming out in one fell swoop. Y/n moaned as her walls stretched to accommodate him. Chan grabbed her hips and pulled out before harshly pushing in. 

     “There we go,” Chan groaned as he got to a fast and rough pace. Hips slamming into her as she bit her bottom

him. 

     “Channie,” Y/n whined.

     “Just let Channie fuck his stress out on you baby.”

     Chan moved one of his hands up to wrap around her neck. Y/n gasped as his cock pistoned into her, which seemed faster now that he had a hand wrapped around her neck.

     “There we go, baby,” Chan groaned as his dick twitched inside her.

     Y/n clamped her legs around his only for him to spread her open again, “Maybe we should have tied you up,” Chan smiled

     Chan let up on her neck a bit, letting her get some air in her lungs just as he knocked it out of her. “Gonna hold Channie’s cum inside you, huh?”

     Y/n attempted to nod before Chan filled her with his seed. Painting her walls white before pulling out and fixing himself and going back over to the desk with Changbin. Y/n took a second to compose herself before she rolled over onto her stomach and grabbed her phone again. Trying not to focus on Chan’s cum dripping down her leg. Just scrolling through social media.

     She got lost in videos till she felt her bottom half being repositioned and turned to see which one it was. “Eyes forward doll,” Y/n heard Changbins voice.

     Y/n turned back to her phone as he spread her legs and arched her back. Y/n scrolled down to another video before she felt his tip pushing inside of her. His hands grabbed onto the fat of her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and watching himself sink into her, some of Chan’s cum getting pushed out. Y/n dropped her head down, keeping her composure as he stretched her just a little bit more.

     Changbin didn’t move for a moment. He always liked feeling her around him, even stressed out apparently. Y/n smiled as she lifted her head back to her phone as Changbin moved up to her hips. Pulling out and quickly pushing in again. Hitting hard in her, making her moan.

     Repeating his thrusts as his hips slammed into her. Y/n laid her head on the couch and dropped her phone in front of her. Changbin noticed and leaned over her, grabbing the phone from below and sitting up again. Opening up her camera app, propping her phone in front of her, and pressing record. Changbin sat up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her up a bit for the camera.

     “Fuck Bin,” Y/n moaned, catching the image on her phone screen.

     “Going to have a nice memory of this forever,” Changbin smiled

     Y/n gripped at the covers without luck. Bullying her cunt till he spilled inside her. Shoving himself deep inside her as he added his mix of cum to her insides before pulling out. 

    He watched it drip out of her for a moment before tucking himself back in his pants and returning to his work. Y/n grabbed her phone after a moment and stopped the recording. Her hole clenched around nothing as both their cum dripped out of her. 

     She felt a little high on the fact they were using her. The idea made her throb when she had originally brought it up. Now she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

     Y/n laid back down on her stomach. Mindlessly scrolling or playing some game on her phone. Just waiting around for them. 

     Eventually, both boys sighed behind her then she felt their mattresses dip down on both sides of her. 

     “Done for the day?” Y/n asked them as she turned her phone off

     “Just with the tracks,” Chan said behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. 

     “Wanna order in for dinner tonight?” Changbin asked 

     “Sure. Means I don’t have to cook,” Y/n smiled as she turned her body to him. 

     Chan kissed the back of her head, both of them now pressing up against her. She wasn’t unaware of the hardness against her and both their wandering hands. Chan groped her breast over the sweater and Bin’s hand grabbed her ass.

     Y/n smiled at the boyfriend in front of her before he lifted her leg. Bring it up his waist before she felt Chan’s dick behind her. Rubbing between her folds, spreading their cum mixture around before he pushed into her again. 

     “Take two more for us,” Chan growled in her ear

     “Been so good letting us use you today,” Changbin said before he pressed his lips onto hers. Y/n melted into them. Continuing to let them do whatever they wanted to do to her. Chan thrust up into her from behind as she felt Changbin pull himself out of his shorts.

     Chan moved his hand that was groping her breasts down and bunched the sweater up above her breasts. Her chest pressed up against Changbins as he ran the tip of his cock over her clit. 

     Chan slowed down his thrusts and Changbin pulled his lips away from her mouth. Chan took the opportunity to push two fingers into her mouth and Y/n wrapped her lips around his fingers. 

     Changbin moved his tip to her hole currently being filled and slowly fucked. Tip poked her till he slipped inside with Chan. Y/n moaned against Chan’s fingers while Changbin hooked his arms under her thigh and pushed her leg up more. Both shallowly thrust inside her. Bit by bit they worked themselves into her while they rubbed up against each other. Letting their own moans and grunts fall into her ears. 

     “Forgot how tight it is when both of us are in her,” Chan grunted

     “Should do it more often so she can take both of us whenever,” Changbin suggested

     Y/n moaned in agreement as Chan pulled his fingers out of her mouth, resting his hand around her neck, not putting any pressure on it though.

     Both boys had to move slowly but Y/n still could feel both of them throbbing inside of her. She was sure they could feel the other too. Y/n dropped her head, resting against Changbin’s forehead.

     “Feel good baby?” Changbin asked

     “Mhm,” Y/n nodded

     “So good you can’t talk now,” Chan said behind her

     “Always so good for us,” Changbin replied

     Both of them tightened their holds on her as they got closer to their release. Y/n whimpered with each thrust they made into her. Chan grunted as his cum shot up into her again. Both Changbin and Y/n moaned as they felt his cum covering them. Changbin released not long after Chan finished and feeling the same effect. Both stilling inside her, catching their breaths, and coming down from her high.

     “Gonna pull out, alright?” Chan told them

     Both nodded at his warning and Chan slowly pulled out of her. Y/n grabbed onto Changbin in front of her.

     “Did so good today princess,” Chan cooed in her ear till he popped out of her and it was just Changbin in her.

     “Perfect today. Binnies gonna pull out too, okay,” Changbin added

     Y/n nodded as Chan wrapped his arms around her tighter. Changbin slowly pulled out of her, Chan kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

     “Cuddles,” Y/n sighed

     “Of course,” Changbin smiled

     “How are you feeling baby?” Chan asked, pulling her hoodie back down to cover her

     “Good,” Y/n giggled

     “Liked it?” Chan confirmed 

     “Loved it. Love you guys too,” Y/n said “Can we go again tomorrow?”

     “How about you rest up and we’ll see,” Changbin suggested 

     “M’kay,” Y/n agreed as she snuggled up to the two 

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[satorusluver]

Wanna Bet?

Satosugu x female reader

Minors DNI

Tags/Warnings: smut, threesome sort of, slight breast play, alcohol mention (they're sober tho), princess as a nickname because it's my weakness lol

Word count: 800 ish

A/N: Idek what this is, it was just a scene in my head that's been sitting in my drafts so *throws it at you and runs*

You stare down at the panting mess of your friend Satoru under you. He's sprawled out on the bed, white hair blending in with the pillowcase. His hands are gripping your thighs and his fingertips lightly dig into the soft flesh as you grind back and forth on him, the outer lips of your pussy sliding up and down the length of his hard dick. You've been doing this for a couple of minutes now, never working up the courage to actually put it in. It's clearly getting to Satoru, who looks like he'd be about ready to start begging if his pride would let him, which it won't. But now he's chewing on his lower lip almost hard enough to break the skin, and his icy blue eyes keep rolling back as he gently grinds up against you. The stimulation feels good, but never quite enough.

"I don't know what you're so afraid of, it's not like you're a virgin." You hear the deep voice of Suguru from behind you and feel his large hands ghost over the curve of your waist.

"I-I know...but look at him, he's huge," you stammer, looking to where the fat head of Satoru's cock is peeking out from between your pussy lips.

"He's no bigger than me," Suguru replies smugly, his hands still trailing up your waist until he cups your breasts, and although you can't see his face, you can hear the grin in his voice. "Don't tell me you're too much of a baby to sit on a dick?"

"If you keep talking shit, I'm not gonna let you fuck me after him," you hiss, your hips still slowly moving back and forth on Satoru's length, the friction against your clit causing you to stifle a moan as you try to sound firm.

"You're the one who got drunk the other night and admitted you've always wanted to know what both of our dicks felt like." As he speaks, the pads of Suguru's thumbs tease your nipples until they stiffen under his touch.

God, that was embarrassing of you. But really, who could blame you when you had two of the most attractive men you'd ever seen as your closest friends? It's honestly a miracle it took so many years for you to let your attraction to them slip.

"Well, you guys are the ones who said you wanted to actually let me do it!"

"We did. So why don't you go ahead and actually put it in?" Satoru finally speaks, bucking his hips impatiently. He's trying to keep his cool, but a hint of desperation is creeping into his usually cocky voice.

"He's right, haven't you tortured poor Toru enough? Come on, lift your hips a little. I'll help you since you apparently need it..."

You do as Suguru says, lifting your hips up, and you watch as his hand curls around the base of Satoru's dick so casually you're a little thrown off by it. The lack of any and all hesitation has you silently wondering if he'd done it before, but you don't have much time to think about it before Suguru is lining up the head of Satoru's cock with your entrance, gently moving it back and forth against your slit to get it wet enough to go in with ease.

"Go on then, princess. Or do you need me to hold your hand, too?" Suguru's making fun of you, but he actually does interlace the fingers of his free hand with yours, and his lips brush against your own affectionately.

You groan into Suguru's mouth the moment you finally sink down onto Satoru's cock, and you can feel his lips turn up in a smirk at the sound you make. You take in a sharp breath at the stinging feeling the stretch causes once you feel him bottom out. For a moment, you're silently cursing yourself for ever admitting you wanted to try this, but then your walls begin to adjust to his size and the pain begins to melt away until all that's left is the feeling of being deliciously and utterly full in a way you've never felt before.

"Fuck," Satoru curses, "she's so fuckin' tight."

"Yeahhh?" Suguru drawls, his voice somehow sounding even lower than usual. "You look like you're trying not to blow your load already," he chuckles. Well, at least you're not the only one he's poking fun at.

"I'll last longer than you," Satoru insists, although his teeth are gritted slightly as though he's already struggling with his self-control.

"You wanna bet? We got all night after all, don't we, princess?" You feel Suguru's hot breath just below your ear before he playfully nips at the sensitive skin there, and you brace yourself for what is about to be a very long night.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Please Please Please - Rafe Cameron Short Story (Part 1 of 6)

+18 Minor DNI

Older MobDealer!Rafe x Female Reader

🪄 re-uploaded because I had to make a new account.

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

3333 words

Warnings contain spoilers: domestic assault, cheating, swearing, name-calling, gaslighting, threats, and mentions of killing partner, general violence. Every chapter after this, will have Rafe as the focal point.

📖 Loosely based on the song and music video Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter 💕

✨“Stopping in your tracks, you watch the tall blonde struggle to break free. He grits his teeth, fighting against the cuffs, his broad chest gaping at the buttons of his black button-down shirt. He looks like he’s been through it; a gashed lip, the bottom of his pressed shirt half-tucked, his hair messy and sweaty against his dewy, tanned skin.”✨

*blue font is present day

Reader’s POV:

Red wine, Tony’s favorite, Cabernet Sauvignon specifically. Tokara Telos, the first bottle of wine we shared on our very first date. Fitting for our two year anniversary. Slowly swirling the glass you watch the rich red wine cascade down the side. You look at the oven, eyeing the clock, watching a second hour pass. Nine… Dinner was set for seven. Where the hell is he? Maybe he texted me? Maybe he’s in a business meeting gone long or wrong?

Unread to read. Your heart skips a beat as you watch the three dots impatiently; Tony finally acknowledging you, letting you know where the fuck he is and what the hell he’s doing.

Nothingness.

The three dots disappear leaving behind the disappointing chain of messages.

Is he with someone else?

I hate that that’s where my mind goes first, since he’s assured me time and time again he’s faithful and I’m paranoid. It’s hard to give him the benefit of the doubt when there’s so much to doubt. Every excuse just sounds so fabricated with him, corroborated by his goons so I don’t have a leg to stand on.

Then there’s the talk around the country club… It’s just whispers, no real proof, but I swear it’s so goddamn loud. I’m rarely at the Island Club, but when I am, I can see the eyes on us. The cutting watch of women who Tony could possibly be seeing on the side; gossip shared just out of earshot. Everyones’ pity and focus always seems to be directed at me.

It’s embarrassing to feel like everyone knows my drama but me. No one opens their mouths. Ya know why? They’re scared… Scared of him. And I don’t blame ‘em. I’d be scared too.

So here I sit. Getting stood up by my boyfriend while he’s out doing god knows what, with god knows who, because he can. He can do whatever he’d like, break my heart, bruise my ego, because deep down I know there’s nothing I can do… The day I met him was the day I lost myself.

“Vlad,” you call from the kitchen, your voice bouncing off the walls of the lavish estate. “Vlad?”

“Miss?” Tony’s driver comes around the corner with a broad smile, taking in the smells of whatever lingers of the now cold pom de terre. “Smells delicious, Miss. I didn’t know you were a cook.”

“I’m not,” you sigh through a labored laugh. “Just thought I’d make what we had on our first date,” you hum, hearing the drunken slur in your own voice. Vlad cocks an eyebrow, clocking it instantly. “Umm… Dinner was supposed to be at seven,” you sough, gesturing with your glass toward the clock. “Do you know where he-”

“How was lunch with Anna?” He cuts you short, quickly changing the subject, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

“Where’s Tony,” you return, trying your best to level your wavering tone, dismissing his “pleasantries”.

“The office-”

“What office exactly?” You snip, knowing it’s the Law Firm or The Country Club. Vlad’s gaze casts to the floor. He shuffles his Italian leather boot anxiously, not as good with his “excuses” as the other men on Tony’s payroll. It’s a wordless answer nonetheless - The Country Club. “Can you take me there? I want to make sure he has some dinner. I’m assuming he’s been there all day. The meeting just went long?” You ramble, without a verbal answer from him, gathering your things to leave as the older man flounders.

"Miss…” He cautions you, taking his turn with a faltering tone, making matters worse for Tony.

“Is there an issue?” You ask as you lift an eyebrow in his direction.

“Mr. Marietta is in an important meeting. As you know, they’re not usually the safest situations, and he demands your safety. Tony expressed to me that he would be home late. Would you like me to call him and ask when he’ll be coming home?” You roll your eyes, chuckling in disbelief as you stroll past him.

“I am perfectly capable of that,” you breathe as you snag a new bottle of red wine, heading out the door.

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The Country Club comes into sight, the gaudy neon sign flickering from a distance. The parking lot is packed, littered with cars; always jam-packed on the weekends. Kooks, Pogues, and tourists alike all brought together for their shared love of pussy.

“Park there,” you guide from the backseat as you spot Tony’s blacked-out Maybach truck parked under the streetlight. Vlad locks eyes with you through the rearview mirror.

“Would you like me to call him before you go inside, Miss?” You shake your head ‘no’ as you look out the window, drawing a deep, nervous breath before pushing out.

What am I walking into?

“Y/n?” Luis, Tony’s bodyguard and bouncer, calls from his seat outside the door. “What are you doin’ here?” He looks in all directions for watchers-on anxiously, the blood drained from his face like he’d just seen a ghost. Only a handful of people even know that Tony owns this shithole. To virtually everyone on the Island he’s just another Kook King. The Marietta to the Marietta and Klaus Law Firm. This is simply a front for something bigger, something Tony can use to wash his dirty drug money; a front. “You just missed Tony,” he lies through his gold-capped teeth.

“He’s here,” you smile as you step toward the door, grabbing the handle. Luis rests his large palm on top, looking down at you blankly. “He’s in a meeting, Miss.”

“And-” You ask as you twist the knob, but Luis doesn’t budge. “Move.”

“No.”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” you snap. Luis’s jaw tightens as he shakes his head ‘no’ standing firm. “You said he wasn’t here. Now he’s here and I can’t go in? That’s my fuckin’ boyfriend,” you hiss.

“I have orders, ma’am.”

“Orders?” You scoff.

“Orders-”

“Pussy,” you spit, turning on your heels, heading back where you came. Plan B. You pick up speed, clipping down the asphalt before he can intervene, following the line of men waiting outside, before slipping through the front door.

Your head hangs low as you walk through the dim, seedy hallway, pushing past patrons sauntering in and out of the gentlemen’s club. The main floor. I’ve never been here… The office is the farthest I’ve gone. You catch a few familiar faces from the Island Club, their eyes doubling in disbelief and shame for seeing you here and being seen themselves. Music blares as you storm toward the back; beautiful women dancing on the stage in nothing but Pleasers for the swarm of men gathered around, flicking and raining ones on the stage.

“Yes,” you gasp as you watch a stripper step out from behind the back-of-house door; catching it before it swings shut. Just a few paces and you’re there. You slide in your key and open the office door without a second thought, ripping off the bandaid.

Nothing… The office is dark, only the light of Tony’s laptop glowing in the empty post. Maybe he is gone. You step toward it, letting your heart rate settle as you circle his desk.

The corner of your lips curl into a trembling smile as you see a framed picture of the two of you on his desk. A post-it note affixed to the top with a reminder for tonight’s date.

Maybe I am paranoid… You pull out his large leather desk chair, taking a seat. Drawing a deep, needed breath, you let your shoulders fall, releasing some of your tension. It doesn’t explain why his truck is still here… Your eyes flash open, returning to the worry at hand landing on a bar napkin. Red lipstick.

Your stomach sinks as you hold the note, your eyes flicking to the laptop screen. Oh my god. Your heart shatters as you watch a blonde bounce on Tony’s lap, his lips locked on hers.

“No…”

“I know,” you sigh as you relax your head back onto the cold brick wall of Kildare County Jail, looking up at the ceiling.

“Did ya kill 'em?” The woman asks in a gruff tone as she crosses her arms over her chest, tits spilling out of her tattered, lace bralette as she snaps her gum. “S'that why you’re in here?”

“Thought about it? But no. That’s not why I’m here.” You open your heavy eyes, taking in your surroundings, contemplating all the choices that landed you here. The worst of it, ever being with him in the first place.

“So, what happened next?”

“Well…”

There’s a brief separation as Tony draws away from their kiss, staring toward the door of the Champagne Room. Luis… He must have figured it out. Tony pushes the stripper off his lap, gathering his clothes as he frantically dresses.

Here we go.

You hear the muffled bang of the first door and the gritting of his key working the lock on the second. You watch as the knob twists, light flooding the room as Tony pushes into the office coming toward you fast. Tony grabs your shoulders, and you fight him off. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” you snap.

“Baby, please. You gotta talk to me? What’s going on? Why are you so upset? Please just talk to me,” he pleads like he’s done before; times when I gave him the benefit of the doubt; times when I believed I could be the problem here. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“Tony!” You cry. “Are you fuckin delusional? I saw you fuckin’ that stripper with my own two eyes.”

“Princess, she was just dancing. It was a lap dance. Alright? You have to believe me.”

“Just a lap dance…” You scoff looking down at his undone belt, zipper down, dress pants pitched from his hard-on. He follows your eyes, hastily zipping and fastening his pants closed.

“I don’t know what you think you saw-”

“We’re done,” you chuckle tiredly as you step back, throwing open the side office door. Tony immediately reaches for you, clawing for your arm. “Let go of me,” you struggle.

“You’re not leavin’,” he asserts, pulling you back inside.

“I am. I’m done with you. It’s our anniversary, Tony. Look at where you are. Look at what you’re doing. How could you do this to me?”

“Do what? It was just a dance. I just got out of a major deal. Alright? I was about head home-”

“Liar!”

“Liar?” He questions. “Did you just call me a liar?” He asks as you feel the sting of his blunt fingernails digging into your arm.

“I know what I saw…”

“Princess… Even if I was lying. What the fuck are you gonna do about it. Huh? You’re mine, bitch. I own you. Where are you gonna go? What money do you have? How are you gonna afford this lifestyle you’ve become so accustomed to? Spending my hard-earned money like the gold-digging slut you are. You should be grateful,” he snarls as he steps toe-to-toe with you using his free hand to tug his leather belt from the loops of his pants.

You look up into his dark eyes as cruel words spit so readily from his wicked lips like he’s had time to prepare. I’ve seen this side of him, only once. He’s an evil man, and I know that. But this sort of cruelty has never been reserved for me. Until today. He grips his belt a little tighter in his fist making you take a few steps back but he stalks closer.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” he threatens.

“I am,” you whisper as you try to remain firm.

“I don’t think you understand this relationship we’ve got goin’ on, sweetheart. You go when I say you go,” he growls, tracing the belt along your bare thigh. “Do you think you’ll have a life after me? You think I’ll allow that shit.” He winds up smacking it against your skin. You gnash your teeth in pain, holding back tears, the most horrifying part knowing he could go far harder. “You know too much. You’re a liability. You have nothing. You are nothing without me. And you will be nothing without me.” Chills fall down your spine at his words and the crazed look in his eyes, his pupils blown from coke, pleasure, and rage.

“M'not scared of you.”

“You’re not. Huh? My tough girl.” He leans in; lips draw to your neck, kissing your pulse point, your rapid heartbeat calling your bluff as you inhale Cassidy’s cheap perfume lingering on his skin. You pinch your eyes shut as his large hand threads into your hair, tugging slightly while the other soothes your stinging thigh with his rough palm.

“I came from nothing, Tony. I’ll be fine.”

He scoffs as he uses his grasp on your strands to shove you away, letting the back of your head and body bang against the side door. Tony buttons up his still-undone shirt; bright red lipstick stained on the collar as well as his neck, a dark hickey forming to boot. Tears roll down your cheeks as you stand there defeated in your date night dress, your perfect makeup now streaming down your cheeks as you look into his soulless eyes.

“Fuck you, Tony.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he chuckles as he pulls a cigarette out from behind his ear, placing it between his lips before snapping his lighter. “You leave, and I’ll find you. I own Figure 8, princess. Hell, I own this whole damn island. You better not make it too hard on me, baby doll. It’s our anniversary, after all. I’m sure you got somethin’ pretty for Daddy under that little dress of yours. I know you like it rough… but you might not make it out this time,” he laughs as he tosses his belt roughly toward his desk, the picture of the two of you clattering and shattering on the floor.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Me? Never… But if my hands are wrapped tight enough around that pretty little throat of yours and you don’t have enough juice to shout our safe word that’s on you, angel.”

“Go to hell.”

“I’ll give you a 5 minute head start, love. That seems fair?”

You grab the door and pull it open, taking a few steps before turning around again, pressing your back against the cool door, holding it shut as you look for an out. Luis is gone from his post, most likely keeping watch on the opposite end, Vlad in the parking lot, open water on the other side. There’s no way I can go back home. No family close by. No car. No escape. Looking out into the busy parking lot, you watch a squad car slow-roll through the back of the lot. Perfect.

Thank you, Luis. You reach down, snagging his Louisville Slugger perched against the weathered barstool. "Miss?” You hear his bodyguard’s frantic voice as he rounds the corner. You run into the lot as fast as your feet can take you, swerving around cars; dodging Luis.

You slam your eyes shut, swinging hard, nailing Tony’s Maybach truck, shattering the glass. The car alarm blares, echoing through the large lot. “Y/n!” Luis yells, but you swing and swing again.

“Y/n!” Tony barks from the door. You point the bat in his direction, twirling it before knocking off the wing mirror and sending it flying. A second siren fires, the sound of the police cruiser blares through the night, competing with the truck as it gets closer and closer.

You nail the glass, shards spilling into the truck as the cruiser pulls up, moving to the front of the vehicle you make your delinquency visible, quickly knocking out each headlight while the deputies climb out of their vehicle. “Get on the ground. Get on the ground now!” They holler.

“Deputy, this… this is a misunderstanding,” Tony assures as he enters the lot, softening his voice again.

“No, it’s not. And if I had a knife, I’d slash your tires, asshole.” The officers grab for you, expecting a fight, ultimately getting the latter. You cross your arms behind your back, smiling at Tony as they lock you in cuffs.

"Well, shit,” the older woman chuckles as she pulls you back to reality.

“Mhmm… but I’m a liability. After that little stunt I pulled, I know I’m living on borrowed time. Jail is the only place I could leave and be safe for the night. It’s just a band aid though; a temporary fix. I’m sure he’ll bail me out any minute, but who knows what’ll happen? I want to show him I’m not afraid.”

She purses her lips, debating whether to ask the million dollar question. “Are you?” She asks somberly.

“I wish I wasn’t-”

“L/n, someone just bailed your ass out. Let’s go,” an officer calls from outside the cell. The woman beside you taps your leg, giving you a little nod.

“He lays a finger on you, honey, I got no problem comin’ back here.”

“Thank you,” you whisper before turning toward the officer, giving her a wide, fake smile.

You rise to your feet, fixing your dress as you walk to out-processing. “To the left.”

Shupe matches your gaze from his post, giving you a wary glance. “M'am, are these your belongings?” He asks as he holds up the plastic bag of goods. You give him a soft smile and a nod. “Sure you got nothin’ you wanna tell me, Miss F/N L/N. Now’s the time,” Shupe warns. “You know, it’s Tony who posted your bail. He’s waitin’ for you outside-”

“I’m fine. Just fine, Deputy,” you assure as you fish your lipstick out from your clutch, slicking it on in the reflection of the privacy glass. “It was nothin’. Just a misunderstanding, as I said.”

“Just fine? Trashing Mr. Marietta’s Maybach truck was nothing? Just a normal night for the two of you?” He asks sarcastically.

You look at him and smile, dead-eyed and defeated. “It was our anniversary, actually.” Shupe’s eyes widen at yours, the occasion making your story even more unbelievable. “Have a great day, Deputy.”

“This is not a beauty pageant,” the female officer grunts, shooing you toward the exit.

I don’t know if I made the right choice… but I’m not gonna snitch. If I want to survive, I’m going to have to be strategic.

“I’m cooperating. Ain’t I?” You hear a deep voice echo down the hallway.

Stopping in your tracks, you watch the tall blonde struggle to break free. He grits his teeth, fighting against the cuffs, his broad chest gaping at the buttons of his black button-down shirt. He looks like he’s been through it; a gashed lip, the bottom of his pressed shirt half-tucked, his hair messy and sweaty against his dewy, tanned skin.

His eyes match yours; even from a distance, you can see how blue they are. His entire demeanor shifts, softening as a smile pulls on his pretty lips. A smile so beautiful, you can’t help but return the same.

There’s something magnetic about him, an intensity drawing your focus to him like a moth to a flame. He winks, and in that instant, everything changes. There’s no mistaking the connection swelling between you.

“Hey,” he mouths; your breath catches in your chest, pulse-quickening as time slows to a snail’s-pace. He looks at you until the last minute before being shoved inside his confinements. The metal door slams shut, jarring you from your daze, the bustle of the jail building from the solace in your mind.

Who was that?

It was momentary… a fleeting beat. The calm before the storm. You get pushed along, shoved toward the exit, and away from a sweet dream, thrown straight into a nightmare.

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When The World Is Free: Chapter 15 - La Vie En Rose

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, romantic vaginal sex, a brief reference to oral sex. Also features time jumps and the war coming to England.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl. Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. This is the last chapter, and our pair finally have their idyllic home together in Wiltshire. There will also be an epilogue for this story that will be posted shortly after this chapter. Thanks as always to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy!

Wiltshire, UK, December 1939 - December 1940

The early December chill creeping under the hem of your wool coat instantly evaporates as your husband carries you over the threshold into your new home, warmth radiating from the roaring fires that blaze in each room.

“Welcome home, Mrs Bridgerton,” Benedict smiles, placing you gently onto your feet in the hallway, even as you do not relinquish the loop of your hands around his neck.

“Kiss me, Mr Bridgerton,” you appeal, pushing up onto your tiptoes and capturing his lips with yours.

Living in Aubrey Hall for the autumn was lovely, but a challenge to find privacy. Yes, time well spent as you were able to triage your friendship with Eloise, but tempered by a yearning to be with Benedict alone in your own home, impatient for the purchase to go through. It is three weeks before Christmas when you are finally able to take the last drive down to Wiltshire—this time for good rather than just a fleeting visit.

“I can't believe we are finally home,” you breathe happily over his lips, both of you breaking into matching grins.

“We are indeed,” he assures, withdrawing from your embrace to shuck his coat and help you out of yours. 

“Are we alone?” you whisper as he hangs both in the hallway cupboard.

“I told the two staff we have here to take the night off once we arrived, to return in the morning. They are in the little cottage down the lane, so yes, we are indeed alone, darling wife. What on earth do you have in mind?” He teases, sauntering back to you, that beguiling crooked grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I would like to christen our house,” you declare, raising an eyebrow suggestively as you slide your hands up his biceps and hook them around his shoulders, pushing your body into his, your intent more than obvious.

“Which room, my love?” his voice is like velvet.

“All of them, husband,” you declare, loving the way his pupils dilate and his breath hitches. “Absolutely every single one…”

—

Refracted flames dance across his glassy pupils as he moves over you, taking you with him, dewy skin from the heat of the fireplace you lay next to. The rug is a slight burn under your shoulder blades, not that you would ever ask him to stop, wanting marks on your body from this magical night, so long overdue.

“What are you thinking of, my darling?” 

His voice resonant as your nails scratch lightly along his spine, your toes running down his calf muscles, squeezing him between your thighs as he gently thrusts into your body.

“I am thinking…. I am thinking how free I feel,” you confess breathily, pushing your breasts into his broad chest, undulating your hips to meet his, wanting him so deep inside you are altered in some way. “I can scream your name like I have wanted to for months…”

He groans loudly, capturing your lips in an artless, open-mouthed, desperate kiss, his hands hooked around your shoulders, using his forearms as leverage to pull you into his rhythm. “Please do, my love, please do…. I have longed to hear you let go completely….” he admits stutteringly.

“I cannot believe I had to sneak around for weeks with the man I was married to,” you giggle, recalling those heady weeks in summer when all was a secret.

He huffs a laugh into your throat, kissing there. “And I cannot believe my wife had to sleep in a separate bed from me for so long…” After his proposal, admittedly, you had moved to sharing his bedroom, but seeing as it was right next to Eloise’s, it has been many months of quiet intimacy. The autumn night being too cold to spend in the unheated summer house by the lake. 

Your hands grab his shapely bottom and encourage his movements, harsher now, chasing that moment of bliss for you both.

“Never again….” you counter emphatically, twining yourself around him like a vine, never wanting to be separated from his naked body, for him to be inside you always, always….

“Never indeed….” he concurs, his voice gravelly and cracked with emotion as he spears deeper and makes you cry his name, the sound echoing up your living room walls.

—

As the winter months slip by, The Cottage, as you have both taken to calling it, is your constant refuge. And thanks to its smallholding farm, Anthony is able to pull strings and secure Benedict's status as exempt from military conscription, a relief you are thankful for every day.

Your home is a welcoming embrace when you step in from a rewarding but chilly day working in the drafty local village library—your insistence on wanting a job something Benedict never disputed. And his artistic career blossoms, too, each piece he completes becoming a hotly contested item at auction in London. A small conservatory attached to the back of the house transforms into his art studio, where he works most days crafting beautiful, lyrical landscapes that steal your breath with their scope and beauty.

And as much as your home is a place of peace, tranquillity and creativity, it is also filled with passion; many hours are spent in joyous lovemaking in any and every room of the house, the novelty still not wearing off for either of you, even months later. 

Indeed, your staff, a benevolent, older married couple who become more akin to family, soon learn to turn a blind eye to any amorous activities they may unintentionally encounter. Including one unseasonably mild and memorable evening when they returned from dinner to find you upon the lawn, screaming at the dome of stars above—your nails scraping across Benedict’s scalp as he feasted between your legs.

—

It is a cold February morning when you blink awake to the melodic trill of a robin outside the dining room window. Benedict is fast asleep as you lay cocooned in his embrace under a blanket, embers glowing ashy white in the fireplace beside you. You must have fallen asleep here after a rather vigorous late-night session on your sturdy dining table—a nightcap becoming so much more, two drained whiskey tumblers still sitting upon the gleaming mahogany.

You smile at the memory, then turn your attention to the man wrapped around you, following your compulsion to map the raised veins on the back of his hand in front of your face. Your tongue trails those contours to the constellation of freckles on his forearm that you kiss. He is so fast asleep that he does not even seem to stir…

“Maam, a telegram has just come for you,” a tentative voice calls from the doorway as you startle.

You look up to see Mrs Crabtree, sweetly averting her eyes.

“Thank you, Mrs Crabtree,” you breeze, trying to conceal your slight embarrassment at having been caught red-handed kissing your slumbering husband’s arm rather covetously first thing in the morning.

She politely bustles over and drops the envelope next to you before making herself scarce. You peel open the message, then emit a wracking sigh as a warm pair of lips slide across your shoulder.

“What’s the matter, my love?” Benedict queries, voice rough from sleep.

Wordlessly, you hand him the telegram, his eyes scrunching slightly, attempting to read it without his glasses. 

In it, your parents tersely remind you of the money outstanding to the vendors for your cancelled nuptials to Stanley and request you to send additional funds as soon as possible.

“You have been sending them money?” Benedict looks appalled.

“Yes,” you sigh, sheepish to confess to the one thing you have been keeping from him for a while now. “I have been using my income to wire back money in instalments.” 

“Darling, they should not be asking you to do such a thing!” he argues, getting slightly agitated. “They were plenty rich enough to pay for their daughter to travel to Paris a few months ago! This feels rather too close to extortion…”

“I do not wish to be beholden to them, Benedict,” you answer fiercely, “for anything.”

He sees the fire in your eyes, and his face softens, nodding in understanding, always your greatest advocate. “May I at least pay them instead?” he offers. “I am the reason you are not marrying that man after all,” he reminds you with a dry chuckle, nuzzling your cheek before twisting to discard the telegram into the fireplace.

“I knew I was not marrying that man the moment I dropped that damn shoe,” a light-hearted giggle bubbling up as you push onto your hands to hover over Benedict, recalling with perfect clarity the moment you first clapped eyes on the man lying beneath you now.

“You did?” he lilts, a demure smile claiming his handsome features, a hand landing warm on the curve of your bottom under the blanket, encouraging you to settle on top of him.

“Even if nothing had ever happened between us, I suddenly knew what desire truly was,” you concede, a nostalgic pang to return to Paris with him, to experience its beauty mirrored in his hazy eyes again.

He chuckles warmly, looking up at you with gentle, hooded eyes as you feel something swelling between your bodies. “It was love at first sight for me,” he confesses tenderly. 

“It was?” you gasp softly, smiling broadly, staring down at the man you cannot imagine your life without, touching his cheek reverentially. 

“As I said when I proposed, I would marry you a hundred times over,” he enunciates slowly, assuredly, every cell of his being radiating his sincerity and desire. 

“And I would to you, Mr Bridgerton,” you grin, leaning down to capture his lips and claim him for yourself, his breath a shocked staccato as he slides into your body for the first time without protection, so much heat and skin.

“Mrs Bridgerton,” he moans, his voice a symphony of wrecked and potent desire.

“Call me your wife,” you say breathlessly, pushing up to sit upon him, the blanket falling away from your back, your naked bodies glowing in the early morning light as you begin to move.

“Wife,” he calls, hands clamping firmly around your hips as you rise and sink upon him.

“Husband…” you call back and pull his left hand up to your face, sucking his wedding ring finger into his mouth as you stare down at him challengingly, knowing how aroused he gets when you use that word, the metal clinking against the ivory of your teeth as you shudder lightly around his stretching invasion.

This. This is all I want.

—

The following spring, May 1940, Paris is invaded. 

You manage to reach Solène and are grateful to hear she is well, the occupation for the most part peaceful, if not odd and jarring. Life for you in rural Wiltshire, on the other hand, is idyllic, spring bringing life to your gardens, a riot of flowers, herbs and vegetables growing, beehives buzzing with life—a wondrous time that is indelible in your mind, even in your later years.

But, as with all things that are perhaps a shade too good, that temporary peace is shattered a couple of months later, an air and sea blockade beginning in July, followed shortly after by the Luftwaffe bombing military targets on the mainland. A resolute but stoic fear gripping the nation as summer drew on, knowing civilian targets would inevitably be next.

At the end of August, Anthony commands the rest of his family to evacuate Aubrey Hall, the location far too close to the French coast for his liking, knowing as an insider that matters could escalate within a matter of days rather than weeks. You receive word that the family are moving to stay with Daphne and Simon further north in Yorkshire. Well, all except one key person. Eloise. 

Ever the rebel, she telegrams to tell you she has eloped with Phillip to Gretna Green, much to Anthony and Colin's (and now Benedict’s) chagrin, moving in with him defiantly, his home not far from Aubrey Hall. Instantly becoming a stepmother, too.

“Eloise, are you certain?” you implore into the telephone, September 4th, sitting in the office of the village library.

“About Phillip? Of course I am, you idiot!”

“Not that,” you wave an unseen dismissive hand. “I knew from that first night in Portsmouth you were as gone for him as I was for your brother…” you argue, her sneer at that evident even down the phone. “I meant remaining in Kent. It seems dangerous. Why don't you and Phillip come here to Wiltshire? At least for now? We have spare rooms, and you are most welcome to stay…” you appeal, chewing your cuticle nervously. 

Last night, you and Benedict had agreed she would more likely take up an invitation extended by you than him.

“I’ll talk to Phillip,” she sniffs, which is the closest you will get to a thank you for the offer.

Two days later, Eloise, Phillip and his twins are at your doorstep, and not a moment too soon as the period, latterly known as The Blitz, begins the following night. Their home in Kent is spared, but the village school suffers some damage the following week and even without her saying a word, you can see the gratitude on her face as she watches the twins play safely in your back garden.

—

“Here you go, Amanda,” you smile down at the little girl, handing her a shiny metal star to hang on the Christmas tree.

Her toothy grin is adorable as she places it on a branch, giving herself a round of applause before running off to crawl into Eloise’s lap, who is busy making festive paper chains.

It is early December 1940, and the Cranes have been living with you for four months now; you imploring them to stay as the Blitz drags on. There has been bombing all over the country, primarily larger cities, but rural Wiltshire feels as safe of a bet as anywhere, not under the Nazi flight path to London in the same way that Kent is. 

Strong, warm arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you smile to yourself as Benedict crowds into you, admiring your handiwork on the tree.

“It looks beautiful, y/n,” he opines sweetly, bussing a kiss onto your temple. 

“Thank you, my love,” you reply, swaying gently in his arms, watching the children giggle as they throw strands of paper in the air; Eloise’s appeal to them not to do so falling on deaf ears, her expression one of fond exasperation.

“I never thought I would see the day…. Eloise Bridgerton, a mother,” you chuckle quietly as he joins in.

“Believe me, as her brother, I feel sorry for those children every day,” he jests. “But even I have to admit she has taken to it better than any of my other siblings, to be honest,” pausing before pulling you tighter into his embrace. “And what say you to children, Mrs Bridgerton?” he queries, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice suddenly silky, that tone that has a frisson running down your spine.

“I say maybe, Mr Bridgerton, just maybe…” you respond breezily over the strain of carol singers from the wireless Phillips flips on, feeling the lightness of hope in your being - that one day, just one day, this war will be over, and the world will be free again.

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Rekindled pt 2

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Characters: Russell Shaw x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, light smut….nothing too bad….yet 😉

A/N: I haven’t written a Russell fic yet and with him coming back to Tracker I wanted to test it out. Just a quick story about him. Written fast and edited fast. Maybe a few chapters.

All work is my own, used characters from the show Tracker, but this does not follow the story 

Minors DNI 18+

You and Russell said your goodbyes, and you promised to text him later with the time and place to meet you and your son. Your heart was still pounding in your chest and you were terrified he was going to hurt you and your son. 

You called your mom to get her advice. “Hey mom, do you have a few minutes to chat?” “Yes, honey. Russell is sleeping, so I’m free. Are you okay, you sound upset?” “Um, I’m not sure honestly. I ran into Russell and told him about Jr. He wants to meet him, told me it was up to me and I agreed. I don’t know what to do. I want Jr to know his dad, but on the other hand I’m terrified Russell is going to break our hearts again. I can’t do that to Jr.” “I understand honey, but you have to do what’s best for Jr. If Russell wants to be in his life, you should give him the chance. Even if you set boundaries with the two of you, it would be good for Jr to get to know his father if that’s what Russell really wants.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, “Yeah, Russell really wants to be in his life. I just don’t know where it would leave us. I’m still in love with him, mama.” “Oh sweetheart, I know you are. I would say just take it slow. Let him be in Jr’s life, and see where things go. You two are older and it sounds like Russell really wants to be in your lives. I appreciate he’s leaving the decision up to you. That shows maturity.” You sighed because you knew she was right. “Yeah, I just don’t know what to feel. As soon as I saw him all the love and hurt came rushing back. I want what we had, the life we promised each other.” 

Your mother took a deep breath, “Honey, you can’t get back what the two of you had. It’s gone, both of you have grown and matured. The two of you have to focus on your son, and building something new. I don’t know what that’s going to look like, only you two can figure that out. However, if you want my opinion it sounds like there is still love there, on both of your parts, the two of you have a lot to work out, but if you both genuinely love each other then you’ll have no problem building something new, stronger than before.” “Thanks, mama. I love you. I’ll be home soon.” “I love you too, baby girl. I’ll see you soon.”

You: Hey, can you meet Jr and I at the park in about an hour?

Russell: Of course I can. Thank you.

You: You’re welcome. He’s napping right now, so he shouldn’t be cranky. 😂

Russell: Well he’s definitely related to me. I tend to get a little cranky. 😁

You: Oh I remember. 😉

Russell: I clearly remember someone being cranky when she hasn’t had her coffee or food. 😜

You: You know what, that’s not very nice. Everyone gets cranky without coffee or food. 🤣

Russell: True, but not like you. Speaking of which, wanna grab dinner tonight? Just the three of us?

You looked at your phone and your heart fluttered. The weight of his question pressing down on you. It was a simple question, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that bubbled in your chest. This wasn’t just dinner. It was the first dinner the three of you would share together as a family. 

You: Sure, that sounds great. I know after Jr plays he’s going to be hungry.

Russell: Great! I can’t wait to see you two. 

You: I’m looking forward to it.

Russell: I want you to know I really appreciate you letting me meet him. If you’re more comfortable telling him I’m a friend right now, I’m okay with that. I want you to be comfortable with this and I don’t want to overwhelm him. 

You stared at your phone. How can he be so sweet?! Most men would be fighting tooth and nail to tell the child he was the father, but not Russell. His only concern is our son’s comfort and mine. Damn Russell, making me fall in love with you all over again. 

You: I appreciate that, Russell. You have no idea what that means to me. We will figure it out, I promise. I want him to know who you are. You both deserve that.

Russell: 💚

As you drove home your mind and heart raced. He’d hurt you before, but everything he did was to protect you. How could you be sure he wouldn’t do it again? It wasn’t just you anymore, Jr. was a big part of this now. He was your priority. 

Pulling into the driveway you saw your mom and toddler running around playing. When you got out of the car Jr ran to you. “Mommy. I missed you!” His little arms stretched wide. “Oh I missed you too, baby. Were you good for Nana?” He shook his head yes and smiled.

Your mom walked over and pulled you into a hug. “I know everything is going to work out, Y/N.” You nodded. “Hey baby, how about you and I go to the park and then out to dinner. I have someone I want you to meet.” “Yay, park. Nana go too?” He looked at your mother with his big green eyes. Your mom spoke up, “No, Nana is tired so she’s going to stay here. I’ll see you later and you can tell me all about the park and dinner.” Jr shook his head with understanding. 

About thirty minutes later you were changed and loading Jr into his carseat. Your mom hugged you, “It’s going to be fine, baby. I truly believe that. Russell seems to be putting both of you first. That’s a great place to start. Whatever you decide, I'll support you.” “Thank you, mama. I’m scared. I’m still in love with him and I know he’s going to be amazing with Jr.” Your mom touched your face, “I know you are, and I know he will be. Just take it slow.” You nodded and climbed in the car.

Driving towards the park Jr was in the back singing and giggling. “Mama, I love you.” You smiled, “I love you too, baby. So much.” He giggled and was swinging his legs. Looking in the mirror at your son, your heart fluttered. Every time you looked at him you saw Russell. 

Pulling into the parking lot of the park, you saw Russell standing leaning against his car. You playfully rolled your eyes and smirked. Your toddler was in the backseat squealing with delight, “Park! Park!” You laughed, “Yes baby, we’re here.”

Putting the car in park, you grabbed your bag and opened the backseat. Russell walked towards the car as you got Jr out. “Hey sweetheart.” You heard from behind you. As you pulled your son out you turned and saw Russell standing behind you holding two coffees. You smiled. Jr looked up at Russell and his eyes went wide. “Hey Russell. I see you have coffee.” He smirked, “Yeah, I didn't want you cranky.” He winked at you. 

Jr watched the two of you in silence. His big green eyes took in Russell and glanced at you. “Mama, he has my name.” Your breath caught in your throat. Looking at your son and over at Russell you were at a loss of words. 

Russell stepped closer, “Well, sounds like you’ve got a pretty good name then. I’m your mama’s friend. I knew her when she was younger. It’s nice to meet you, Russell.” Russell extended his hand to your toddler and your eyes thanked him. He nodded and smiled at you. Jr took his hand and shook it while his other arm clung to your neck.

The three of you walked towards the playground. It was pretty empty with the exception of a family of four. You put your son down and he took off towards the swings. You laughed, “Not too fast baby. I don’t want you to fall.” You looked over at Russell and saw a smile on his face.

When the two of you arrived at the swings, you placed your son in one and started to push him. His giggles filled the air between you three. You took in a breath and let it out, touching Russell’s arm, “Thank you for that. I wasn’t expecting him to pick up on your names that quickly.” Russell smiled, “He’s a smart kid. Must take after his mama, and you’re welcome. I know this is all new. It will work out, we’ll figure it out together.” 

After a few minutes on the swing Jr wanted to run around so you pulled him out of the swing and put him down. He started running up and down the equipment while you and Russell watched him. 

Russell was laughing and following him around. Your heart filled with love when you saw Jr take Russell’s hand and lead him through the maze of equipment. Pulling out your phone you snapped some pictures of the two of them together. 

The sound of Jr and Russell laughing filled the air. Seeing Russell interact with your son made your heart flutter. As the afternoon wore on Jr was getting tired and hungry. 

“Alright boys, it’s time to go eat dinner.” You said as Russell scooped Jr up in his arms. Jr threw his arms around Russell’s neck and Russell looked over at you and smiled. 

He carried Jr to the car and put him in his car seat. Once he shut the door he turned, looked at you and smiled. “He’s incredible, Y/N. You’ve done an amazing job with him. I never expected to fall in love with him so quickly. Thank you for letting me meet him.” He cupped your face and your heart beat wildly. You looked into his eyes, bit your lip and inched closer to his lips. 

“Can I kiss you?” You asked softly. Russell didn’t say a word, he just pulled you close and softly kissed your lips. All of the anger, hurt and pain from the past few years melted away. 

The two of you pulled away and stood in silence. “I’ve been wanting to do that again since I saw you earlier.” Russell whispered against your lips. 

Giggles from the car pulled your attention away. “Guess we should go feed our son.” You smiled as you looked at Russell. “Yeah, we don’t want him cranky like his mama.” Russell winked at you. You playful slapped his chest. 

A few minutes later you were pulling in the parking lot of the local diner. Russell came over to your car and helped get Jr out. He grabbed your hand as he carried Jr into the restaurant. This felt right. It felt like home. 

Once the three of you were sitting at the table Jr kept looking over at Russell. He would color on his mat, then look over at Russell. You and Russell shared quick glances, then you asked Jr if he was okay. “Sweetie, are you okay?” Your son looked at you and nodded. “Mama, he looks like me.” He pointed at Russell when he said it. Your breath hitched and a lump formed in your throat. 

You took your toddler’s hand and took in a shaky breath. Your eyes flicked up and met Russell’s. “Well, honey, the reason he looks like you and you two have the same name is because he’s your daddy.” Your heart beat faster in your chest while you waited for your son’s response. 

Jr looked at you and then over at Russell. 

“You’re my daddy?” His sweet soft voice replied. Russell looked at him with so much love in his eyes and nodded yes. A hush fell over the table. Then your son squealed with delight, clapping his hands and swinging his legs. He reached for Russell, who stood and pulled him out of the high chair into his arms. Your heart leaped in your chest as Russell held your son in his arms. 

When the food arrived the three of you ate and talked. As the night wore on, Jr was getting sleepier. You pulled him out of the high chair and laid him beside you in the booth. You and Russell continued talking about the past few years. He asked about the pregnancy, and how the birth went. You told him your mom was with you every step of the way and was at the hospital when he was born. 

His hands fell softly on yours and held them on top of the table. You noticed the diner was starting to clear out. “Well we better get this little guy home, and let them close up.” You said, glancing at the sleeping toddler beside you. 

Russell paid the bill and carried Jr to the car. Your son woke up briefly to see Russell carrying him and he snuggled into his chest more. Russell smiled softly at the toddler in his arms. He never knew love could feel like this. So pure, real and complete. 

Russell put your son in the car and carefully closed the door. “I’ll follow you home, to help you get him inside if you don’t mind.” You touched his chest, “I don’t mind at all.” 

The two of you drove towards your house. The soft glow of the house cast shadows on the driveway. Putting the car in park you got out and grabbed your bag. Russell walked over and took his son in his arms. You could get used to seeing him carrying your son. You walked up to the door and it swung open. Your mom was standing there with a grin on her face when she saw Russell carrying his son. 

“His room is the second room on the right, at the top of the stairs.” Russell nodded and started to walk up the stairs. You followed behind him, glancing at your mom who was still grinning. Once in his room, you took off his shoes and pulled his blanket up to his chin. He turned and looked at the two of you sleepily, “Night mama.” “Night baby.” You placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Night daddy.” You gasped softly. Russell smiled and leaned down, placing a kiss to the top of Jr’s head, “Night buddy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

The two of you walked out of his room and you closed his door. Russell let out the breath he was holding and you noticed his eyes were filled with love and tears. You touched his biceps, “Russell, are you okay?” He ran his fingers through his hair, “No I’m not. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let you walk away. I’ve missed 3 years of his life, of a life with you, I missed your pregnancy and you bringing our son into this world. I don’t expect you to forgive me, hell I know I don’t deserve it.” 

You cupped his face, “Russell, I do forgive you. You’re here now. That’s all that matters. That little boy in there loves you so much already. There is still so much you haven’t missed.” 

His eyes softened and he cupped your face. His lips crashed against yours in a needy, emotional kiss. As he pulled back he rubbed his thumb over your lips, “God I missed you. I love you so much, Y/N.” “I love you too, Russell. We have a lot to talk about, but for now all that matters is our son.” 

He nodded and the two of you walked downstairs together. Your mom saw you two and walked over to Russell. “It’s good to see you Russell. I guess it came as quite a shock to find out you had a son.” “It’s good to see you too, Ms Y/L/N, and yes ma’am it was, but it’s something I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of.” 

She hugged him and he leaned down and hugged her. She whispered in his ear “She’s missed you more than she’ll admit and she’s still deeply in love with you. Don’t screw it up or you’ll have to answer to me.” He smiled at her, “I’m deeply in love with her too, and I wouldn’t dream of it. Her and Jr are it for me.” 

Your mother told both of you good night and hugged you, then went upstairs. 

As a quietness fell over the room you and Russell sat on the couch. The two of you snuggled together on the couch as a movie played on the tv. Russell shared stories about his life and you showed him pictures of your son. You even showed him some of you pregnant. His fingers traced the photo and he sighed. 

You touched his hand softly. “It’s okay. I had mama. I wasn’t alone, we weren’t alone.” “I know, but it’s still hard. I’m a fool to have let you walk away. I pushed you away and left you alone.” 

You’re not sure what came over you but you got up, put the photo album down and straddled his lap. Cupping his face in your hands, “Russell Shaw, you stop that right now! You’re an incredible man and I know you’re going to be an incredible father to our son. I don’t care what happened before. It’s done and we can’t change it. All we can do is make a better future. If you’re truly sorry then don’t leave us, don’t leave him. Even if you don’t want to be with me, be there for him. Help me raise him to be an incredible man like his father. I love you, Russell Shaw. Now and forever.” You pulled him into a kiss and his hands ran up your spine and to your hair. Your body was on fire. 

You felt his arousal through his jeans. He deepened the kiss and you were melting into his arms. As things started to heat up you felt the need to be in his arms again. “Russell, I need you.” You moaned and his hands slid under your shirt, cupping your breasts. Your hips moved down, pulling a groan from his mouth. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were ready for him to take you right there on the couch. Russell pulled away, “Baby as much as I want this, I think we should take it slow. I don’t want to screw this up again. You mean too much to me. Jr means too much to me.” Your heart ached for him, your body ached for him, but you knew he was right. 

You nodded and started to climb off of him. He grabbed your hand before you got up, “Y/N wait,” You looked at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “It’s okay Russell, you’re right. We really should take this slow. This isn’t just about us anymore, our son is the priority.” “He is, but so are we. I want to rebuild our relationship, one that’s stronger than before. One that is built on love and strength, not just physical attraction, but believe me I am still very attracted to you.” 

You chuckled softly, “I know you are.” 

Russell stood up and wrapped you in his strong arms. “Thank you for today, and thank you for letting me meet him. I still can’t believe he’s mine, ours.” “Don’t make me regret it, Russell, please.” He cupped your face, “Sweetheart, I promise I won’t.” 

The two of you walked to the door and he stopped, pulled you into his arms and kissed you again. “Good night, sweetheart. I’ll call you in the morning if that’s okay.” “That’s more than okay. I know a little boy who would love it actually.” “Well then I guess I better come by for breakfast. I’ll bring the doughnuts.” Russell laughed. 

You chuckled, “Russell, please don’t load our son up with sugar.” “Aww come on, let me bring him a doughnut, I’ll bring you coffee.” He fluttered his eyes at you and you smirked. “Fine, but you get to deal with the sugar high and crash.” Russell laughed, “Deal. Sounds like a win win. I get to bring him doughnuts and spend the day with both of you.” He kissed you one last time and winked as he stepped off the porch.

“Good night, Russell. Be careful and I’ll see you in the morning.” He turned as he got to the bottom step, “Good night, Y/N. See you in the morning, sweet dreams darlin’.”

You stood on the porch watching him walk to his car and get in. Watching him drive away your heart was full of so much love. You bit your lip with a smile on your face. For the first time in 3 years you felt like things were starting to fall into place. You were equal parts scared and excited, and the only thing you were sure of was how much love was still between you and Russell. 

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Deadly Attachments, Chapter 05

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[EVENTUAL SMUT] - Minors DNI > ao3 <

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x female!Reader

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Summary: As a skilled mercenary, you've navigated countless high-stakes missions—until one job puts you in the crosshairs of Task Force 141 and the elusive "Ghost." Now forced into an uneasy alliance, you’re drawn into a dangerous game of shifting loyalties and hidden motives. But as the stakes climb higher, one question lingers: how close can you get to the man who was meant to be a shadow in your path?

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Content Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Military Action & Romance, Mercenaries, Soldiers, Non-Canon Antagonists, Eventual Smut, Military Inaccuracies, Slow Burn, Will add smut-specific tags later as the story goes

"Do you know who the leader of Aegis is?” Price asks, his voice low and direct.

You're seated with Task Force 141 in the main room of your makeshift base, the air thick with the smell of strong coffee and tactical gear. Maps and intel reports are strewn across the table, the faint rustling of papers filling the silence. Price leans forward, a serious glint in his eyes as he waits for your response.

You shake your head, feeling a pang of frustration resurface. “No one really does. The leader’s kept their identity hidden, even from most of their own people. Only a few high-ranking lackeys know anything, and they’re the ones who dish out orders to the mercs under them. It’s… compartmentalized.”

Price exhales sharply, leaning back in his chair as he considers this. “Figures. Bastard’s running a whole operation from the shadows.”

Soap’s brows knit together as he glances around at the team. “So what? We take down a few agents, and they just keep popping up like cockroaches. We’d be at this forever.”

Gaz nods in agreement. “The only way to cut them off for good is to go after the one running the show. Take out the leader, and Aegis would crumble from the top down.”

A heavy silence falls over the room as the reality of it sets in. Ghost’s eyes flicker toward you, his gaze unreadable. “You’re saying we need to hit the head of the snake,” he says, tone even but grim. “Find whoever’s pullin’ the strings and make sure they stop for good.”

You swallow, feeling the weight of their words. They make it sound simple, but the truth gnaws at you. Aegis’s leader is more than just a face or a name—they’re a shadow, always out of reach. Tracking them down would be like chasing smoke through the dark, nearly impossible. But it’s what you’ll have to do if you want the target on your back to disappear, if you ever want a chance at being a free, independent mercenary again.

You sigh quietly, thinking over the task ahead. “It won’t be easy. They’ve built their whole operation on staying hidden, letting others take the heat and make the moves.”

Price’s gaze softens, a rare moment of understanding. “We’re not saying it’ll be easy. But you’ve got an advantage the rest of us don’t—you’ve been inside their system, seen how they work. You might be our best chance at getting close enough to flush ‘em out.”

You nod slowly, feeling both the pressure and the strange, growing sense of resolve. This mission was more than personal survival now; it was a matter of closing a chapter that’d haunted you, taking down the very organization that once counted you as their own. It would be hard, maybe harder than anything you’d done—but the path ahead is clearer, and for the first time in a long while, you have a sense of purpose.

“So,” Price says, a determined look passing over him as he glances around at the team, “we go all in. Aegis’s leader is our endgame. Let’s find this threat hiding in the shadows.”

Gaz clears his throat, breaking the determined silence that’s settled over everyone. He leans forward, eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Alright, but where do we even begin with this?” He looks to Price, then over to you. “If she worked with Aegis for ten years and still doesn’t know who’s running the show… it’s like we’re chasing a ghost.”

Price crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on the wall for a moment as he thinks. “You’re right—it won’t be easy. But every organization, no matter how secretive, has a trail. It’s just a matter of finding the cracks, the weak spots in their setup.” He glances over to you, his expression firm but steady. “And you might know where to start looking.”

You shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of their eyes on you. “They’ve always kept the hierarchy vague, even for those working in it for years. Only the most trusted agents deal directly with whoever’s at the top. Orders trickle down through a few of those loyal yes men, but they don’t leave much of a trail.”

Ghost’s voice cuts through, calm but edged with skepticism. “So we’re sifting through shadows. Fine. But if we know who their high-ranking lackeys are, maybe we can press them hard enough to get to the top.”

“Problem is,” you reply, feeling the familiar frustration at Aegis’s elusive nature, “even their lieutenants aren’t easy to track down. They’re careful, and most of them use proxies or intermediaries. Aegis is designed to protect the leader’s anonymity at all costs.”

Price nods, absorbing the information. “Then we take it one layer at a time. Start with any connections we can find. Places Aegis is active, recurring contacts, anything that can get us closer."

Gaz sighs, running a hand over his face. “Even with that, it could take months, years even, to get anything solid. And if they know she’s working with us against them, they’ll close ranks tighter than ever.”

You clench your jaw, knowing he’s right. Aegis’s leader wasn’t just running an organization—they’d crafted a fortress of secrecy, one that you never even questioned back when you were part of it. The odds feel almost impossible. Yet, a part of you feels a strange, stubborn determination settling in.

“If we want to dismantle Aegis for good,” you say slowly, meeting each of their eyes, “we’ll have to be as relentless as they are. I know it’s hard to track them down, and I know it seems hopeless. But if there’s one thing I learned in all those years, it’s that they get comfortable in their own secrecy. And that… that’s where we’ll find them. Somewhere they think we’ll never look.”

Soap grins slightly, trying to lighten the mood. “So what you’re saying is, we go on the world’s hardest game of hide and seek?”

Ghost rolls his eyes, but there’s a spark of agreement there. “Something like that,” he mutters. Then, to you, he adds, “Just don’t think you’re going at this alone.”

You nod, taking a steadying breath. For the first time, you have allies—ones willing to dig as deep as it takes to uncover Aegis’s secrets. You’d spent a year running from them, dreading the target on your back. Now, with Task Force 141, it’s different. Now, you’re not just trying to escape—you’re going to hunt them down, piece by piece, until there’s nowhere left for their leader to hide.

Captain Price looks around at each of you, a steady resolve in his gaze. “We may be staring at a pile of scrambled intel right now, but HQ’s got the resources and expertise to make sense of that damned hard drive. Once they break through these files, we’ll have a clearer picture of what Aegis is planning and where they’re vulnerable. This hard drive’s our way in, so we sit tight, let them do their part, and be ready to move the second we have actionable intel. We’ve got the edge now, so let’s use it.”

A quiet determination settles over the team, and you feel a renewed sense of purpose, knowing the next step is coming into focus.

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A week after the intense mission in Istanbul, everyone gathers in the briefing room, pouring over the latest intel reports the team itself has gathered while waiting for HQ's findings. The progress is disappointing—Aegis has gone quiet. Their network seems to have retracted, pulling resources and high-ranking members out of sight. It’s almost as if their encounter with Task Force 141 spooked them into hunkering down.

Price studies the map in front of him, a frown etched deeply into his face. “Looks like Aegis is trying to play it safe. They’ve pulled back any valuable assets. Istanbul’s gone cold.”

Soap leans back in his chair, letting out a low whistle. “Almost like they’re on to us, yeah? As if they know we’re here sniffin’ around.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Ghost says, crossing his arms. “They’ve always been good at keeping just out of reach.”

Price nods slowly, looking at each of you in turn. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. We’ve scoured every lead we had in Istanbul, but if Aegis is keeping low, we’re just spinning our wheels here.”

“So we pull out?” Gaz asks, sounding a little reluctant.

Price’s jaw tightens before he lets out a resigned sigh. “Aye. We regroup back at the main HQ, review the intel, and see what we can dig up once we’re back on our own turf. If Aegis resurfaces, we’ll be ready.”

You feel a mix of relief and frustration. On one hand, the thought of leaving Istanbul without a clear victory is disheartening; on the other, the relentless days and nights have worn you thin. You catch Ghost watching you from the corner of his eye, and you know he hasn’t forgotten your exhausted misstep on the last mission. Maybe pulling back isn’t the worst idea.

Price stands, dismissing the team. “Pack it up. We're flying in two hours.”

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Back on British soil, the familiar surroundings of the main base bring a strange sense of comfort. The hallways are quieter than the bustling streets of Istanbul, and the air feels less charged with tension. Still, the unresolved mystery of Aegis hangs over you all like a dark cloud.

You spend most of your first day back debriefing and sifting through what intel you gathered in Istanbul. While the team disperses to their respective quarters that evening, Price calls you into a conference room where Ghost is already waiting.

“We’re going to regroup, assess what we’ve got,” Price begins, looking between the two of you. “But while we’re back here, I want you both digging into anything that could link to Aegis. Old contacts, forgotten leads, even whispers you’ve heard from your past. We can’t let them slip through our fingers just because they’ve gone quiet.”

Ghost nods, his gaze focused and unreadable as ever. You feel his presence beside you, a constant reminder of the grudging partnership you’re both locked into. He’s quiet as Price outlines the plan, but you can sense the intensity beneath his stoic exterior.

When Price finally dismisses you, Ghost falls into step beside you in the hallway.

“You know what this means,” he says, his voice low and measured.

You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“No more running on empty.” His tone is pointed, and you feel the weight of his earlier frustration still lingering in his words. “If we’re going after Aegis, I need you sharp, not half-dead from a lack of sleep.”

You open your mouth to argue, but his stare holds steady, and for once, you’re out of comebacks. Maybe he’s right. Istanbul was close, too close. If you’re going to face down Aegis, you need to be ready, fully prepared.

With a resigned sigh, you nod. “Fine. I’ll be ready.”

Ghost’s eyes linger on you for a beat longer than necessary, as if assessing whether you’re being sincere. He gives a curt nod, satisfied. “Good. Then let’s get to work.”

The hunt isn’t over yet—far from it. But with Task Force 141 at your side, and your resolve steeled, you feel a strange flicker of confidence. Aegis can try to hide, but they can’t run forever.

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When you’re shown to your quarters, a small, amused smile tugs at your lips. It’s the same room you were kept in last year, back when Kozlov’s case threw you headfirst into the chaos of the SAS and Task Force 141. Back then, this room had been a cage, a place where they held you in custody as both a suspect and a temporary asset, neither trusting you nor willing to let you walk away.

But now, stepping inside, the feeling is… different. It’s strange how much can change in a year. You’re still an outsider, technically speaking—still a mercenary with your own agenda and your own grudges to bear. But here, under the weight of the memories of that tense alliance with the SAS, you feel the difference. You’re no longer here out of necessity or suspicion. You’re here because you’re needed, a part of something that, in its own way, feels like it might actually have your back.

You drop your bag on the bed and scan the room, a flood of memories filling the empty space. The walls feel less confining now, less like they’re pressing in to remind you of every questionable choice that brought you here. There’s a strange warmth in knowing you’re trusted enough to roam freely this time, not a captive but an ally.

Leaning against the doorframe, you let out a quiet laugh. If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be willingly working with Task Force 141 again—especially Ghost, of all people—you’d have called them insane. But here you are, and even though the threat of Aegis looms just as dark and dangerous as before, you feel a sense of resolve settling in your bones. For the first time, the title “ally” doesn’t feel like a chain; it feels like a choice.

With that, you toss yourself onto the bed, letting yourself sink into the familiarity of it, not as an outsider or a prisoner but as someone who has fought with them, earned her place beside them—even if, at times, it feels like you’ve only just managed to keep up.

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Days slip by in a steady rhythm, quiet and uneventful—a rare stretch of calm that you hadn’t anticipated but can’t help appreciating. There’s no immediate mission, no dire orders waiting in the wings. You almost don’t know what to do with yourself without the constant pressure of survival and strategy weighing on your shoulders.

It’s a welcome change, really. For once, you have time to simply exist in one place without fear of attack or the ever-present anxiety that Aegis might be around the corner. Here, in the heart of the SAS base, you know they won’t get to you. Not with the layers of security, the trained eyes watching every corner, and the presence of Task Force 141 keeping things in check. You hadn’t realized just how exhausting it was to live with that constant threat on your back—how much it had worn you down until now, when you could finally breathe a little easier.

And the days of rest are doing their work. The wound on your shoulder, a stinging reminder of that reckless call during the last mission, is healing steadily. At first, the pain had flared up with every movement, a sharp reminder of the risk you’d taken for Ghost. Now, though, the ache is dulling, settling into a faint throb that only bothers you when you forget it’s there. You’ve been able to patch it up, tend to it properly, and let your body rest—something you haven’t allowed yourself in far too long.

In a way, it’s ironic that the safest you’ve felt in years is here, surrounded by soldiers who were once ready to interrogate you, in a base that was once meant to hold you captive. Yet, with each day that passes, you feel yourself easing into this strange routine, letting down your guard little by little. The thought of Aegis creeping closer doesn’t linger as it once did; for now, you know you’re out of their reach. As long as you’re here, protected and hidden within these walls, they can’t touch you.

Every so often, you catch yourself almost… enjoying it, this sense of quiet security. It’s unfamiliar, this feeling of not having to look over your shoulder or map out an escape plan. For once, you can simply heal, both in body and mind, without the shadow of Aegis looming close. And as strange as it feels, you allow yourself to embrace it, even if it’s only for a little while.

You’re making your way through the base, aimlessly wandering to pass the time, when the low thud of weights and the soft hum of grunts from the training area catches your attention. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you follow the sounds, your steps quieter as you approach.

And there, across the room, is Ghost—his focus entirely on the barbell in front of him as he lifts it with practiced strength. He’s shirtless, a rarity you’ve never quite had the opportunity to witness, and for a second, you’re almost stunned into place. The soft sheen of sweat glistens on his skin, tracing the defined lines of his muscles as he moves, each lift accentuating the raw strength in his arms, chest, and shoulders. He’s a fortress of a man, each muscle honed and cut, but it’s not just the sheer size of him—it’s the quiet, unwavering power in the way he works, every motion controlled, almost methodical.

Your gaze trails from his shoulders down to the faint scars that mar his skin, stories etched into his body that you know only hint at what he’s seen. His biceps flex with each lift, veins standing out against his forearms, and you can’t help but let your eyes linger. There’s a pull to him, this silent allure that makes it hard to look away. You’re drawn in by the way he moves, powerful yet careful, as though he’s attuned to every shift in his muscles, every beat of his own strength.

And the mask—he’s still wearing it, a reminder that even here, stripped of nearly everything else, he still keeps part of himself hidden. There’s something strangely endearing about it, almost funny in a way, that he’s still clinging to this one piece of armor. But it adds to the enigma of him, this contrast of being both revealed and guarded, and the sight makes your stomach flutter in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

Your eyes wander over the expanse of his shoulders, tracing the lines of his tattoos that weave across his skin. They’re intricate, dark swirls of ink that curl over his biceps and up along his forearms, striking against his skin in a way that only adds to his mystique. You can’t help but feel a sense of awe at how the designs accentuate the muscle beneath, each tattoo seeming to carry its own story—a past he never talks about but is forever etched into him.

The ink follows the contours of his arms, slipping beneath the mask of sweat and shadow as he moves, and you realize how each mark, each line, only amplifies that unapproachable air he carries. The tattoos make him look even more dangerous, more untamed, yet there’s an undeniable allure to them, a kind of dark art that keeps you captivated. You’re struck by how fitting they seem on him, how seamlessly they blend with the person he is—enigmatic, guarded, and quietly powerful.

As he lowers the barbell and finally catches sight of you, you feel yourself snap back to reality, heat rising in your cheeks when you realize just how openly you were staring. He tilts his head slightly, and you catch the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes, half hidden behind the shadows of his mask.

“Somethin’ interestin’?” he asks, his tone low but edged with a challenge.

Your heart skips a beat, but you somehow manage to keep your cool, shrugging as casually as you can. “Just admiring the…artwork,” you reply, unable to stop the hint of a grin from tugging at your lips.

He huffs softly, grabbing a towel and running it over his arms, brushing over those very tattoos you were just admiring. “Didn’t peg you for a fan,” he mutters, but there’s a spark in his eyes, as if he finds it amusing that you’re drawn in by something so personal to him.

You feel a flicker of nerves as you meet his gaze, aware of the way he’s watching you now, the barest suggestion of a smirk pulling at his lips. It’s like he knows exactly the effect he’s having on you, and there’s something undeniably thrilling about it.

Caught off guard by your own thoughts, you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle under your breath at the absurdity of it. Here you are, shamelessly ogling the one person who’s probably lectured you the hardest about staying sharp. And yet, there’s something about seeing him like this, so intensely alive and real, that makes it hard to think about anything else.

You raise an eyebrow, recovering just enough to give a smirk. “Didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Always do,” he replies, a faint challenge in his eyes. He grabs a towel, running it over his arms and chest before casually throwing it around his shoulders. His gaze stays on you, unreadable, and you feel a pang of nerves twist in your stomach.

“Well, I’d hate to disturb your… intense routine,” you manage, trying for a light tone even as your pulse quickens.

He only grunts, but there’s a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth that suggests a smile. “Could use a spotter next time,” he says, deadpan, though his eyes hold a hint of mischief.

It’s a simple moment, laced with more tension than you’d expected, but there’s something unmistakable in the way he looks at you—something that leaves your heart thudding a bit faster as you return his gaze.

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Later in the day, you and Ghost are in the operations room, pouring over files and databases, the air thick with tension. Hours have passed, and the list of potential Aegis operatives and higher-ups sprawls across the screen. You’re deep in focus, building a list of names when Ghost leans over your shoulder, his usual presence looming a little closer than necessary.

“Gonna check the background on each name?” he remarks, voice laced with skepticism. “Doesn’t do us much good if they’re not active in the field anymore.”

You close your eyes for a moment, suppressing the urge to sigh. “Yes, Ghost, I know what I’m doing. This is just a preliminary list. I’ll get to backgrounds in a second.”

“Preliminary doesn’t mean sloppy,” he mutters, and you swear he’s leaning even closer. “Miss one detail, and we’re back at square one. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

You turn to glare at him, trying to ignore how close he is. “I’m not being sloppy. I’m gathering leads. You could always give me five minutes to breathe without hovering.”

He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms with that infuriatingly stoic expression. “Not hovering. Just making sure we don’t waste time on mistakes. Aegis doesn’t let anything slip, so neither should we.”

“Oh, I get it.” You sit back, crossing your arms with a smirk. “You’re just this nitpicky with everyone, yeah?”

Ghost’s gaze narrows. “If you’re looking for me to tell you ‘good job’ for half-finished work, you’re gonna be disappointed.”

You roll your eyes, leaning in with a playful, challenging grin. “You know, you’re awfully invested in how I do my job. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were just trying to spend more time with me.”

For a second, he looks taken aback—just for a split second before he schools his expression. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself to focus, go right ahead.” He steps back, but his eyes are still fixed on you with that intense, unyielding look. “This isn’t about me, it’s about doing it right.”

You let out a small laugh, tilting your head at him. “Uh-huh. So you’re hovering because you don’t want to spend time with me. Got it. This is about quality control, not about you caring so much about what I’m doing that you can’t stay away. Makes sense.”

He doesn’t reply at first, just lets out a low, exasperated sigh, but you catch the hint of a smirk tugging at the edge of his mask. “Believe what you want, but if you screw this up, I’m not pulling you out of the mess.”

“Because you’d just hate to see me fail, wouldn’t you?” you tease, leaning back in your chair with a challenging grin.

“Failing’s not your issue,” he replies, his tone smooth. “Getting distracted is.”

“Oh, really?” You mirror his expression with a raised brow. “Last time I checked, you’re the one causing the distraction.”

Ghost huffs, crossing his arms, and his gaze is unwavering. “If you spent as much time working as you do trying to rile me up, you might actually get something done.”

“Maybe I just work best under pressure,” you reply, shrugging with mock innocence.

“Then consider this a performance review.” He pauses, his voice softer but still with an edge. “For the record, I’ll be watching.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes but feeling the lingering warmth of his gaze. For all the back-and-forth, the tension between you doesn’t feel quite as sharp. It’s there, but lighter, laced with something almost fun, a reminder that even amidst the mission, you’re not just rivals but two people with a shared drive.

Just as the tension between you and Ghost reaches a lull, Soap bursts into the room, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Oi, lovebirds, wrap it up!” he announces, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “We’re headin’ out tonight. Pub in town. Price gave the go-ahead, so consider it an order to blow off some steam.”

You blink in surprise, barely processing Soap’s words before he adds, “Come on, we’re all going—no excuses.”

“Pub night, huh?” Ghost’s voice has a rare note of interest, and he actually seems…enthusiastic? His gaze flickers to you, the edge in his expression softening. “Been a while since we had a proper night out.”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to picture him in a more casual setting. “Didn’t peg you for someone who’d enjoy a pub crawl, Ghost.”

He shrugs, crossing his arms. “I don’t mind a pint every now and then. Especially after dealing with you.”

A smirk tugs at your lips. “Well, the feeling’s mutual,” you retort, but there’s a warmth to it. Maybe it’s the idea of seeing a different side of him outside the usual grind.

Soap grins, nodding approvingly. “That’s what I like to hear. Now go on—get yourselves outta those uniforms and into something halfway decent. We’re out the door in an hour.”

As he leaves, you catch a flicker of amusement in Ghost’s eyes. “Guess we better not keep them waiting,” he says, his tone almost teasing.

You tilt your head, still a bit surprised by his openness to the idea. “Guess I’ll have to see what ‘relaxed Ghost’ looks like.”

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound. “Don’t get your hopes up. But maybe you’ll see me a bit more…human.”

It’s a surprising statement from him, one that lingers as he gives you a nod and heads off to get ready, leaving you with a sense of anticipation you hadn’t expected.

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The pub is warm and bustling, a far cry from the quiet and regimented SAS base. The dim lights, hum of chatter, and scent of wood polish mixed with spilled beer create an atmosphere of easygoing revelry. You’re seated with the team at a table near the corner, where Ghost and Price lean back in their seats, both relaxed yet observant. You glance at Ghost, surprised by how much more at ease he seems here. There’s still an edge to him, but he doesn’t look like he’s on guard in the same way.

Soap, on the other hand, has made it his mission to kick off the evening with as many pints as he can get his hands on. He slams his drink down on the table, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Right, here’s a thought for you lot,” he says, his Scottish accent thickening with each drink. “If a merc like you could get Ghost to crack a smile, that’d be somethin’ of a miracle.”

Gaz raises an eyebrow, grinning. “I’d say we’ve got better odds of winning the lottery.”

You smirk, nudging Soap’s shoulder. “Please, I think I’ve done that already. He’s just hiding it under that mask of his.”

Ghost narrows his eyes, though there’s a hint of intrigue. “Careful what you wish for. Smiling from me might send you running.”

Soap grins mischievously, leaning in as if he’s about to share a grand secret. “You know, mate, I reckon you’d look downright charming if you let loose a little. Flash those pearly whites, give the ladies a thrill.”

Ghost shakes his head, deadpan. “The day I take advice on charm from you, Johnny, is the day hell freezes over.”

Price chuckles, raising his glass. “Don’t think there’s anyone here who’d survive if Ghost suddenly turned on the charm.”

Soap raises his glass in agreement, a wicked glint in his eye as he points it at you. “Oi, what about our resident mercenary? Bet you’ve got a right bloody wild side we haven’t seen yet, eh? All that time sneakin’ around with Aegis—you must have some stories.”

You roll your eyes, pretending to think. “Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Gaz smirks, chiming in. “What, afraid to tell us? Must be some top-secret stuff. C’mon, give us a little taste.”

You shrug with a mischievous smile. “Only if Ghost spills his secrets first.”

All eyes turn to Ghost, who gives the barest shake of his head, clearly unimpressed. “Secrets? You lot wouldn’t last a minute with half of ‘em.”

Soap snorts. “Oh, big man’s too mysterious for us, is he?”

Ghost glances over, voice low but steady. “If you’re keen to learn, there’s plenty I could teach. But somehow I don’t think you’ve got the spine for it, Johnny.”

The table erupts into laughter, and Soap throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Easy, Ghost! I’ll pass on the torture sessions, thanks.”

Grinning, you look over at Ghost, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know, Ghost. You think he could handle it?”

Ghost meets your gaze with that intense stare, and there’s the faintest flicker of mirth behind it. “Not a chance.”

Price chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. “Here’s what I’m curious about,” he says, looking at you. “You keep trading barbs with Ghost like it’s second nature. Takes a special kind of person to keep up with him.”

You tilt your head, a playful glint in your eye. “What can I say? I like a challenge.”

Soap cackles, slapping the table. “Oh-ho! Listen to that, Ghost. She’s got your number.”

“Is that right?” Ghost replies, his tone dry.

You lean in, unphased. “You can try and intimidate me all you want, but I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Ghost looks at you, one corner of his mouth tugging up in the faintest hint of a smirk. “For now.”

Gaz laughs, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “See, I knew it! We’ve got ourselves a real daredevil here.”

“Right,” Soap says, raising his glass high. “Here’s to this mad lot—ain’t a soul here with sense, and thank God for it.”

Everyone raises their glasses, and even Ghost gives a small nod of approval as he lifts his drink. You clink glasses, the laughter and ribbing reminding you that, somehow, you’ve found a place among this group of misfits.

As the night goes on, the drinks flow and the banter gets bolder. At one point, you lean back with a mischievous glint in your eye, glancing over at Ghost. “Alright, I’ve got a question for you. Be honest—is Ghost really your name? Or is it just to keep everyone guessing?”

There’s a pause as the whole table goes quiet. Soap nearly chokes on his drink, barely containing his laughter as he looks between you and Ghost. “Oh, aye, that’s a good one!” he says, slapping the table. “Imagine his ma callin’ him Ghost. ‘Time for supper, Ghostie boy!’”

Gaz bites back a grin, chiming in. “That's sounds a little bit too accurate, no?"

Price chuckles but keeps his face straight. “You’re barking up the wrong tree there,” he says in a low, amused tone, glancing knowingly at Ghost.

Ghost just stares back at you, his expression as closed-off as ever, though you could swear you see the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes. “You’re asking all the wrong questions,” he replies coolly. “Keep dreaming, though. Might even let you think you’re getting close.”

You roll your eyes, leaning back in your seat with a half-smile. “Fine, keep your mystery,” you say, as if you’re letting him win the round. “But one day, I’ll get it out of you.”

The table erupts in laughter, and Soap shakes his head, giving you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, lass. Took me years to even learn his favorite color.”

You laugh along with the others, but as the night settles, it hits you: they know things about Ghost that you’re nowhere close to finding out. If you want to be someone he trusts, someone he’d share even the smallest parts of himself with, it’s going to be a long journey.

But, sitting here with the team, sharing laughs and drinks, you think maybe, just maybe, that’s a road you’re willing to travel.

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The walk back to base is quiet, the night air crisp and cool after the warmth of the pub. The team trails off one by one to their respective quarters, with Ghost hanging back to make sure you make it to yours. You’re a bit buzzed, not quite unsteady, but everything’s a touch softer at the edges, and you can’t help but notice how large his presence feels next to you as he walks silently, hands in his pockets.

When you finally stop at your door, you fumble a little with your keycard, squinting as you try to slide it into the card reader. You can feel Ghost watching, arms crossed, probably waiting for you to admit defeat and hand him the keycard, but you’re determined to manage it on your own.

Of course, in your tipsy state, your balance betrays you. You stumble, and before you even realize it, Ghost’s hands are on your shoulders, steadying you as you fall back against him. His touch is firm and unyielding, but there’s something… soft in the way he keeps you close, ensuring you don’t lose your footing completely. You blink, surprised by the solidness of him, and he doesn’t step away immediately. His expression is unreadable, eyes shadowed beneath his mask, but his hands don’t move from your shoulders.

Without thinking, you tilt your head back, squinting up at him. “Oh, look at you, all grumpy as usual.”

“Grumpy, huh?” he replies, one brow arched beneath the mask, his tone teasing but laced with something else.

“Yeah, always brooding, always scowling. What’s your deal?” You poke lightly at his mask, as if you were trying to pry something out of him. “You’re always hiding something, aren’t you?”

His hand moves to your face, cupping your cheek gently, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. His gaze drops to your eyes, studying you more intently now, like he’s taking in how badly you’re buzzed, how off-kilter your thoughts are. His fingers linger there for a moment longer than you expect, his touch gentle yet possessive. For a heartbeat, it feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you, his presence overwhelming and solid, his mask hiding everything but the emotion in his eyes. It’s an unspoken understanding, but it also feels like something more.

You don’t pull away. Instead, your eyes stay fixed on his, and the alcohol loosens your tongue even further. “Why do you always look so grumpy?” you murmur, half-joking. “You really think you’re that scary, huh?”

He chuckles, low and rough, breaking the tension. “Maybe it’s just how I look,” he answers, but there’s an amused gleam in his eyes now, something different from earlier.

You shake your head, not letting him off the hook so easily. “No, you look like you’re hiding something. But you don’t need to, you know?”

There’s another long pause between you, his thumb still brushing against your cheek, and the closeness has your breath catching in your chest. You can’t quite place what it is, but something shifts in the air, something that makes your heart race faster.

Leaning in just a little, you murmur, “You know… you’re actually really handsome, Ghost.”

His eyes widen just the slightest bit, the expression behind his mask shifting into something unreadable, but it doesn’t stop him from holding you there, his hand still cupping your face. “Is that so?” he murmurs, voice deeper now, amused and almost… pleased?

“Yeah, you’ve got that whole mysterious, dark vibe going for you,” you say, your gaze drifting down to his chest as you sway slightly on your feet. “Don’t let it go to your head, though,” you add with a half-smile, trying to lighten the moment, “but it’s true.”

There aren’t many moments you’ve seen Ghost without his mask—just enough for you to count with your fingers. Mostly, it’s been during meals, those rare occasions when he’s forced to shed the barrier between him and the world. You can’t help but notice each time he does; how could you not?

The first time you saw him without the mask, you felt a jolt of surprise. His face was striking in ways that you hadn’t expected—strong, sharp features that seemed carved from stone. His jawline was all hard angles, his eyes intense and deeper than they seemed when half-shaded by the mask. But what drew your gaze more than anything was the scar on his left cheek, a thin, pale line running down just shy of his jaw. It looked like a relic from some old battle, faded but unmissable, giving his face a harsher, almost haunted edge.

And yet, that scar softened something too. It hinted at a history, at moments he’s endured that you could only guess at. You’ve never asked him about it—he’d probably shut down if you tried—but each time you’ve seen his face, you’ve memorized it just a little more. His gaze always flickers away when he catches you looking, but you can’t help noticing the smallest details: the faint crease between his brows when he’s deep in thought, the way his mouth barely tilts when someone cracks a joke he finds halfway amusing. He always brings the mask back up quickly, as if remembering the distance he needs to maintain.

Each time he lifts that mask, you feel as if you’re glimpsing something guarded, something that only a rare few have ever seen. And even though he never lets you linger on it for long, the memory of his face—scar, guarded eyes, the subtle but undeniable humanity there—lingers with you.

His fingers tighten just a fraction, his grip still gentle but more assertive now, like he’s grounding you in this moment. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replies, the playful edge to his voice now tinged with something else. Something closer to appreciation, or maybe… curiosity?

Before you can say anything else, his thumb drifts slowly, tracing the line of your cheekbone, then gliding downward until it rests just at the corner of your mouth. You feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of the glove, so close you can almost imagine his bare touch, imagine the weight and warmth without the barrier.

He studies you with an intensity that makes your pulse race, his gaze drifting from your eyes to where his thumb hovers over your lips. His gloved hand is careful but certain, as if he's savoring each detail. Slowly, his thumb meets your bottom lip, light enough to make you shiver, but there’s a sense of restraint in the gesture, like he’s letting himself test boundaries. He brushes along the edge of your bottom lip in a slow, careful sweep, almost as if he’s mapping it out, savoring the softness beneath his touch. He’s close enough that you can see the way his gaze darkens, focused entirely on you, on the way his thumb drags so gently across your lip. Each pass is deliberate, his touch achingly slow, as if he’s caught somewhere between curiosity and something deeper—something he won’t admit, not out loud.

His fingers trace down your jaw, but his thumb stays at your mouth, brushing with a gentleness that makes your heart pound, your breath catching just slightly at each delicate movement. You feel his eyes watching the way your lips part under his touch, as though he’s fascinated, as if each soft curve and line of your mouth is something he’s committing to memory.

The air between you is thick with the weight of things unspoken, a tension you can’t ignore. His touch remains tender but holds a barely restrained intensity, his thumb finally pausing at the center of your lip, resting there like he’s weighing his next move. His gaze is fixed there, as if you’re some intriguing mystery he can’t help but explore. You stand frozen, unable to process the moment. Nobody has ever touched you like this, like you’re an enigma trying to be deciphered. Nobody ever bothered to.

You close your eyes, accepting the strange intimacy of his touch. Your heart beats fast, your hands almost clammy, but you don’t want to pull away. Almost instinctively, you let your lips press softly against his thumb, giving it a light, chaste peck.

You slowly open your eyes, searching his face for a reaction. Did that small gesture bother him? Make him angry? Maybe you went too far. But the moment your gaze locks with his, your doubts crumble. His eyes are dark, intense, almost... possessive. Longing. This isn’t the Ghost you know—the one who watches you with cold, calculating eyes, ready to nitpick your every move, sometimes even with a hint of regret, as if he thinks bringing you back here was a mistake.

Right now, he’s looking at you differently. He’s looking at you like you’re somebody. Like you mean something. Like you’re not just a piece on this chessboard that everyone else is playing.

He’s seeing you.

And it terrifies you.

As if snapping yourself from a dream, you take a quick step back, chuckling awkwardly to break the tension. “Remind me never to drink with you lot again.”

Ghost seems to snap back to reality at the same moment you do, but there’s a flicker of frustration in his eyes, a strain in how his jaw clenches. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. Instead, you take a slow breath, grounding yourself as best you can, then slide the keycard through the reader with a soft beep.

Before you step inside, you glance over your shoulder at him, catching that dark, unreadable look he wears all too well. “Thanks… for walking me to my room,” you murmur, trying to sound casual, like nothing strange just happened.

He nods, barely a movement, but there’s something in his silence that feels heavier than usual, as if he’s holding something back. He lingers for a split second before turning, walking back down the hallway, his steps fading into the distance.

Once the door shuts behind you, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You lean back against the door, then slowly sink down to the floor, pulling your knees up and resting your forehead against them. Your face is practically burning. Just a few simple touches, a look, and yet here you are, feeling like everything you thought you knew has shifted. It’s hard to explain what exactly happened, even to yourself. But whatever it was, it’s left your heart pounding and your mind spinning with thoughts you can’t quite put into words.

A soft, bewildered smile plays on your lips as you sit there, alone in the quiet, feeling both terrified and somehow… happy.

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member: bts ot7 x reader

genre: smut, pwp, college life.

words count: 2k

warning: ot7 themselves are a warning, smut as in: a little gay smut, degradation (calling her with mean words), vaginal penetration, anal sex, oral (m receiving), a little gay smut, cum, they all cum all over her body, voyeurism, they all are college students, so all are 18+ I don't know what to add more. You can tell.

a/n: this is my first story ever in here. Hope its atleast readable. Minors dni. It was requested and commissioned by someone. Requests are open for individual members.

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Y/n, the shy nerd of the Seoul National University, finds herself surrounded by the three dominant men who crave nothing more than to use her in every way imaginable.

They are the most popular boys in the college. They are seven but now she only has three in front of her. Looking at her with lust filled eyes, wanting to devour her like she is their prey.

The atmosphere is heavy with an undercurrent of utter debauchery as they lay eyes on her, their desires and deviant intentions written in their hungry gazes.

Jimin, with a wicked smirk on his lips, takes hold of Y/n by her hair, gripping tightly as he says, "On your knees, bitch. Get ready to taste what you've been craving so desperately." His commanding voice laced with dominance echoes through the room, leaving no room for disobedience.

As Y/n drops to her knees, her submissive nature guiding her every movement, Jimin unzips his pants, freeing his engorged member from its confines.

He thrusts it toward her open mouth, gripping her hair tighter, guiding her, engrossed in the sheer control he exerts over her.

While Y/n indulges in her oral duties on Jimin, Taehyung claims her wet, wanting pussy for himself. He pulls her skirt up, exposing her vulnerability, and roughly tears away her panties, wasting no time in plunging his throbbing shaft into her welcoming little pussy.

Each forceful thrust from Taehyung sends waves of ecstatic pleasure through Y/n's body, while Jimin's member repeatedly pushes past her lips, testing the limits of her oral endurance.

The walls of the classroom reverberate with the sounds of Y/n's moans, pleasure blending seamlessly with the occasional mingling of stifled cries for more.

Just as Y/n feels the depths of ecstasy with every thrust from Taehyung, Jungkook approaches her from behind, eager to claim her tight ass hole.

He allows himself no mercy, entering her ass without hesitation, driving his cock relentlessly into her tight, accommodating hole.

The combined sensations of being filled simultaneously, one in her mouth and the other in her ass and the third in her pussy, push Y/n's pleasure to its breaking point. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as she becomes the epicenter of their wicked desires.

Each thrust, each derogatory word they hurl her way, fuels her submissiveness, heightening the intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Take it, you dirty little slut," Jimin growls as he thrusts deeper into her mouth, his eyes glinting with fierce domination. "You exist to serve us, to be our fucktoy."

Taehyung, lost in the frenzy of lust, adds his own flavor to the filthy taunting. "You're nothing but a worthless fuckhole, Y/n. You were made for our pleasure, to be used and discarded as we see fit."

Jungkook, consumed by his ardor for the kinky act unfolding before him, grunts with each powerful thrust and revels in his control over Y/n's forbidden depths. "This ass is mine, Y/n. you'll submit completely to me, begging for more punishment."

Unknown to them, the door of the classroom is left ajar a little.

Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi who were roaming in the college's hallways searching where their maknae's went, stumbled and saw the dirty things done in the room.

“What the fuck is happening in here?”,  asks Yoongi smirking and rubbing his own cock through his pants.

Namjoon's lips are parted in shock at the overly dirty sight, his mouth watering seeing the shy nerd of their college being a slut and fucking with not only one but three guys who also happen to be their maknaes.

Meanwhile Seokjin and Hobi exchanged glances at each other, licking their lips and silently anticipating an answer to the question Yoongi has just asked.

The pair of maknaes freeze in sudden suprise of their hyungs barging into the room.

Jimin, first one to get out the shock, continued thrusting in Y/n's mouth, smirking as he invited the hyungs to join them, “Can't you see hyung? We are fucking Y/n, she is our slut now.”

Taehyung chuckled and added, “yeah hyung, she is one of the best sluts I've ever seen. Her pussy is tight like of a virgin. Oh- fuck. Damn, so tight.” he exclaims as he also started thrusting in her pussy again.

Jungkook, the one who finally directly called his hyungs to join them, “y'all can have her too. She is a slut. She will take us all too well. Her ass is tight too. Such a little tight ass. You will let our hyungs fuck you too, right y/n?”

“Y-yes. Please fuck me.” Y/n moans out.

They four couldn't help but join in. They all hurriedly first locked the door and undress themselves, pumping their owns dicks seeing the maknaes fucking the girl.

Namjoon joked stroking his cock, “will you three pull away so that we can fuck her too?”

Sighing, the maknaes pull away from Y/n. Letting their hyungs to take turn to fuck her.

The gasps of unabashed want fill the air as Y/n, now surrounded by the seven men, becomes a willing canvas for their debauchery. With a devilish gleam in their eyes, they unleash the darkest corners of their desires, shamelessly indulging in their power over Y/n's body.

Jin forcefully thrusts his throbbing cock between Y/n's lips, using her mouth as his personal fuck toy. "Wrap those lips around it, slut," he commands, relishing in the sensation of Y/n's hot mouth engulfing him, completely at his mercy.

Namjoon, seizing the chance to ravage Y/n's soaking pussy, grabs her by the hips and plunges into her with an animalistic fervor.

He growls with each powerful thrust, causing Y/n to writhe and moan as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her trembling body.

Without any hesitation, Hoseok positions himself behind Y/n, his throbbing cock teasing against her tight asshole. With a sudden forcefulness, he pushes forward, sinking into her with a guttural groan.

"Fuck, your ass is so amazingly tight," he grunts, savoring the forbidden ecstasy that comes with their forbidden connection.

Jungkook and Taehyung, caught in the intensity of their desire, share a raw and passionate kiss while their hands sneakily grip each other's aching cocks.

With each stroke and squeeze, they drive each other closer to the edge of pleasure, unrestrained in their pursuit of absolute satisfaction.

Jimin and Yoongi also find solace in the intimacy of their touch, fingers interlacing as they passionately stroke and stroke each other's throbbing lengths. Their gazes locked in mutual hunger, they revel in the heightened delight that comes from sharing their insatiable cravings.

The room becomes a symphony of shameless desire and unhinged need.

"You're nothing but a fuck toy, Y/n," Jin grunts as Y/n battles against the strain of his length thrust between her lips, desperate for more.

Namjoon, fueled by his dominant instincts, pounds into Y/n, his voice dripping with primal lust as he commands her, "Take it all. God, you're made for my cock, you filthy whore."

Growling with animalistic desire, Hoseok digs his fingers into Y/n's hips and demands, "I'll fucking ruin you, Y/n. Your tight asshole was made for me."

Jungkook and Taehyung, carried away in the heat of their passion, only break their kiss intermittently to utter breathless words of encouragement to each other. Their dirty talk blending with their interchange of pleasure, fueling their shared climax.

Jimin and Yoongi, consumed by their relentless stimulation, murmur lewd words of desire, drawing out every trace of pleasure from their strokes and touches.

The room pulsates with unabated lust, moans and cries of pure bliss mix with the raw dialogue, a testament to the absolute surrender that Y/n has embraced.

Every moan, every gasp, drives them closer to the edge. They all seven, each of them takes turn to fuck her holes.

As the fucking continues, Jungkook, consumed by voyeuristic lust, steps forward letting Jin pull out his cock from her eager mouth as Jungkook steps ahead, letting his hard length twitch in front of Y/n's parted lips.

Unable to resist, she eagerly takes him into her wet mouth, succumbing to the throbbing sensation against her tongue. With each gentle suck, Y/n indulges in the raw power emanating from Jungkook, feeling him twitch and harden as she skillfully pleasures him.

Jin, a creature of commanding authority, claims his place between Y/n's legs, thrusting deep into her quivering pussy.

"Fuck, you're so unbelievably tight, Y/n," he growls, sending shivers down her spine. With each forceful movement, Jin pushes Y/n to the limits of her resistance, reveling in the ecstasy of his dominance.

Jimin, drawn to the exquisite temptation of Y/n's ass, positions himself behind her, teasing the puckered entrance with the tip of his cock.

Slowly, he pushes past Y/n's tight ring of muscle, enveloping her in pleasurably agonizing sensations that leave her gasping for more. "You're mine, Y/n," he whispers huskily into her ear, marking her with each relentless thrust.

Meanwhile, Namjoon and Yoongi, pulsating with anticipation, eagerly present their veiny lengths to Y/n.

Working in perfect synchrony, she deftly wraps her fingers around Namjoon's shaft while her mouth finds Yoongi's engorged head, switching in between sucking him and Jungkook.

Moans and explicit conversations surround Y/n as she pleasures her tantalizing duo. "Take all of me, Y/n. Make me cum," Namjoon demands through heavy breaths, his hips trembling with need.

Yoongi, lost in the sensations, groans seductively, "That's it, Y/n. Stroke it just like that. I want to feel you bring me to the edge."

In the midst of all this hedonistic chaos, Taehyung kneels sweetly in front of Hoseok, his lips wrapping snugly around his engorged dick.

Each pull and swirl sends shivers of shared pleasure up Hoseok's spine, causing him to grip Taehyung's hair tightly. Through throaty groans, Hoseok encourages him, "Suck me, Tae. Take every inch. Make me lose control."

The room is alive with the symphony of panting breaths, overlapping moans, and words that give voice to primal urges.

"Such a good girl, Y/n," Jin murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction as he pounds relentlessly into her needy pussy.

Jungkook, his cock buried deep in Y/n's mouth, gasps. "You take me effortlessly, Y/n. I knew you could handle my size."

Jimin, giving himself fully to the untamed pleasure, grips Y/n's hips roughly. "You're mine, Y/n. Your ass is mine to claim and fuck."

Namjoon, on the verge of losing himself in bliss, lets out a throaty growl. "Stroke me harder, Y/n. I want to see you make me explode."

Yoongi intensifies his grip on her head, urging, "You're so talented with your mouth, Y/n. Take all of me. Make me release everything."

Hoseok, choking back raw desire, moans uncontrollably. "Your warm, wet mouth feels amazing, Tae. Keep going, and I'll reward you like you've never experienced before."

They all continued, lost in the carnal desire rushing in their veins.

“Y/n, tell me! Would you like it if we all cummed in your mouth, hmm? Our cum overflowing your mouth and running down your chin and body? Your whole body covered in our cum? Tell me, y/n!.” exclaims Yoongi as y/n continue to stroke him with her small hands.

All boys moaned at the thought of cumming all over this girl, their personal fuck toy, personal slut and cum dumpster.

Jungkook groaned, gripping Y/n's hair and thrusting in her mouth hurriedly at the thought of cumming in her mouth, “yes, Y/n. Answer us!” Y/n trying to speak, pulls away from Jungkook's big cock and take breathes before whimpering, “yes please! Cum in my mouth, over my body. Do whatever y'all want.”

They all pulled away and stroked their cocks. They all surrounded her in a circle while she kneels in between. Jungkook still having his dick in her mouth.

With collective grunts and moans, they all started cumming. They aim the tip of their cock on her body, ropes of cum shooting out right after from one to another while Jungkook started cumming in her mouth, while she eagerly swallowed.

They all marked her body in their cum , smirking and sighing at the sight of her body marked by their loads.

“From now on, you are our personal slut. Y/n” Hoseok said and they all agreed. Y/n nodded and sighed happily at being getting fucked by the most handsome men in the whole college.

[letterstoear]

Jealousy bites Trey Clover ver.

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Notes: Trey x reader, suggestive undertone, minors DNI, gn reader, established relationship, letter

After a fight Trey writes a letter to you on his innermost thoughts.

___________,

Our first fight. I must have gotten so used to Riddle’s reflection essays because I’m writing one by reflex. _________, I’ve reached my breaking point of jealousy. All the little things have been piling up, one after the other. Going to concerts with Ace and Deuce. Laying side by side with Cater outside in the warm sun. Those study sessions with Riddle that end with a mini tea party. I didn’t want to tell you how I felt at first because I thought you'd hate me. So, I suppressed those feelings the best I could.

I didn’t hate how close the two of you got, you’re free to be with who you choose. No, the part that got me was knowing someone else might be able to love you better than me. How could that be the case? I’m not sure. You're my lover, yet I was insecure by the thought of you being swept away.

The thoughts of “what if my love hadn’t been enough?” circled my mind. It led me to think I needed to do more. It was me who lost trust. I figured I hadn’t loved you enough. I’m to blame. Thinking back on the small things which piled up, it was all in my head. There’s no way you would have gotten swept away from them.

To me, the best way to rid this feeling was to shower you in love. Kissing you with that damn blindfold. Holding you with my hands tied. I was determined to smother you in love with everything I’ve got. The need to do more for you, to prove every inch of my love to you.

I know I already told you this before, but I feel the need to say it one more time for good. ________, I’m sorry I hurt you with my insecurities. It resulted in you being concerned when I wanted to let you know how much I love you. Now, I know I won’t lose you. I’ve learned my lesson well.

Everything was on me. _______, thanks for not giving out on me. Fighting, working things out, I think it’s nice to know we can resolve these kinds of problems now. But it was my fault we ended up like this. I’m sorry.

Now then, I’m ready for the afterglow, are you _____?

With love,

Trey Clover

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[agerefandom]

Agere Writers Masterpost (2023 Edition!)

Helpful reminders: 

all of these blogs are SFW but have their own DNIs, so please remember to check! 

not all of these blogs have open requests, so please read their bios and respect their boundaries! 

please let me know if I should add anyone! to qualify, blogs must take requests for headcanons or fanfiction, have an easily accessible fandom list, be specifically sfw/non-k!nk content, and have posted in the last three months! 

Holy moly, the list is LONG this year!!! We are still growing and expanding as a community! Because I don’t want to flood anyone’s dashes, the list will be under a ‘keep reading’. 

The list is organized in order of the number of fandoms they write for: with the widest range of fandoms at the top, down to single-fandom blogs at the bottom.

Blogs in italics are folks who don’t match my DNI or vice-versa (but are still sfw agere): I didn’t want to exclude them as many of my followers might have different personal stances than me! However, to respect both of our DNIs, I didn’t want to tag them, so please feel free to explore their blogs in your own time if they’re up your alley! 

@smollwriting​ (She-Ra, Creepypasta, The Good Place, Vampire Knight, BNHA, Undertale, Castlevania, Disney, Marvel, DC, D:BH, Life Is Strange, Resident Evil, Anne With An E, Black Butler, Tokyo Ghoul, Death Note, Assassination Classroom, AoT, Free!, Lucifer, OHSHC, Arcana, Stranger Things, and MANY more) 

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@paper--moons​ (BNHA, Saiki K, Fairy Tail, Soul Eater, Death Note, FMAB, Dragon Ball, TAZ, Umbrella Academy, Marvel, DC, LOTR/Hobbit, Castlevania, TES, Dragon Age, Stardew Valley, The Witcher) 

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@leos-regression-cove​ (Marvel, Parks and Rec, Good Omens, Bee and Puppycat, WWDITS, OFMD, Abbot Elementary, Ghosts UK/US, Better Call Saul) 

@froggy-clubhouse​ (Mr. Robot, Stranger Things, Teen Wolf, Homestuck, Haikyuu, Lucky Star, DHMIS, FNAF, South Park) 

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@pup-writes-agere​ (Naruto, Pokemon, Legend of Zelda, Animal Crossing, Sonic, TMNT, FNAF, Danganronpa)

@sfwregressionfanfictions​ (Supernatural, RPF, Stranger Things, Marvel, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Addams Family)

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@dino--boyy​ (Fear Street, Criminal Minds, Stranger Things, Owl House, Scream, Yellowjackets) 

@jjtheresidentbaby​ (Criminal Minds, SPN, Stranger Things, SWAT, Marvel, Teen Wolf)

@azulsgoldfish​ (TWST, PRSK, OHSHC, Persona, Enstars, Pokemon)

@honeybeewritings​ (Marvel, Stranger Things, Harry Potter, Wednesday)

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@agere-ena​ (Project Sekai, Pretty Cure, Love Live!, Honkai: Star Rail)

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@tiniestroses​ (Project Sekai, Sonic, TMNT, Undertale)

@agere-fics​ (Marvel, Good Omens, The Mandalorian) 

@angelbaby-fics​ (Marvel, Stranger Things, other Chris Evans characters)

@guppies-daydream​ (Legend of Zelda, Splatoon) 

@gothicmunson​ (Stranger Things, Our Flag Means Death)

@smallboyontheship​ (Just Roll With It) 

@littlemetaknight​ (Kirby) 

@pumpkaboo-princess​ (Project Sekai) 

@prince-honeypaw (BNHA) 

@babs-and-bones​ (Undertale)

@babybones-agere​ (Undertale)

@sleepy-watcher​ (Our Flag Means Death)

@star-struck-wonderland​ (BNHA)

@bnha-crimebabies​ (BNHA)

@bnha-littlespace-things​ (BNHA)

@little-lippie​ (Kpop Girl Groups) 

pyrohrtd (Genshin Impact) 

[itsthestutterforme]

“The Look of Love” 1/2 (Steve Rogers x ex!reader)

Summary: After Steve got back from D.C., he made a decision he would soon regret. Now he wants to try and out the pieces back together.

Prompt Credit @promptsforthestrugglingauthor : “Do you love me?” “Do you even have to ask?”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, story is set in Avengers: Age of Ultron, minors DNI

**

You clicked rewatch for the third time on your tv, settling back into the covers. You curled up into a ball and wrapped your blanket over your shoulders so only your head was peeking out. More tears continued to free fall when you feel your mind receding into the memories you and Steve shared.

You genuinely thought Steve was your person. And you thought you were his person, but you quickly realized that wasn’t the case. You had to be honest and say you stopped listening after he said, “I don’t think I’m good for you, Y/N.”

It made no sense, really. You thought things were going well. Sure him going on missions could be taxing in the relationship but you made it work. He always came back to you. But when he came back from D.C. after taking down SHIELD, he hasn’t been the same.

It was when the two of you hung out since D.C that he decided to break things off. He wasn’t himself but it wasn’t your place to ask anymore. But you hoped that he finds what he was looking for.

You heard a few knocks at the door and further snuggled into the covers. “Y/N, open the door. It’s Natasha,” her raspy voice calls from the door. “And Maria,” she adds. Letting out a sigh, you lifted from the bed and walked to the door. You closed your robe around your frame before opening the door.

“Oh sweetie,” Maria starts, pulling you in for a hug. Wrapping your arms around her, more tears blurred your visions and your throat burn the longer you held back your sobs. Natasha files in behind Maria and closes the door to your apartment. “I’m gonna kill him,” Natasha says, rubbing your back warmly.

“Please don’t. He isn’t a bad guy. He’s just going through something,” you croaked, sniffling occasionally. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer your texts. I just..” “You don’t have to explain yourself, Y/N. We understand,” Maria says once she pulls away.

“How you eaten anything today?” You shook your head no, causing your hair to shake under your bonnet. “Let’s get some food in your system first,” “Why? What’s wrong?” “Nothing is wrong. It’s just that Tony is having a party and he wanted to make sure you were still coming.” Maria explains.

“I’m sure he’s invited half of New York. Why does Tony care whether I go to his party?” “He wanted to make sure you knew you belonged with us, even if you’re not dating Steve.” Natasha states.

“He said that?” Tears swelled in your eyes and you huffed in annoyance. “I’m so tired of being emotional and crying over everything. I’m sorry.” You pressed your palm to your forehead and tried to take a deep breath.

“Hey, we got time. You don’t have to rush anything into anything. You know what? Who cares, we can all stay in.” Maria offers. “No, no. I’ll.. I’ll at least try to make it.” Natasha and Maria shared a look and Natasha opens the door back up again.

She reached down and pulled out a duffel bag with a gorgeous navy blue dress covered in a plastic wrap. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” she says, handing you the dress. “Guys, you didn’t have to get me a..” you trail off when you see Natasha purse her lips. “Tony got for me, didn’t he?”

“I would love to take credit for it, but yes. Say what you want about Tony, but he has taste.” Natasha says, making you chuckle. “You do have a point,” you took a closer look at the dress. “Is this Givenchy?” You asked, turning the dress around to face them. “Yes it is,” “I’m going to kill him,”

“Like I said, we have time so let’s get you some food first before we work our magic,”

**

“Do you still feel good about it?” Sam asks Steve when he racks the pool balls. “I never felt good about it. I didn’t even want to do it. I didn’t want to drag her along with everything that’s happened with Bucky. That’s not what she signed up for.” Steve explains. “So you didn’t want to break up with her?”

“No,” “Have you considered getting back together?” “I’ve been to her apartment a few times but then I hear her crying. And I don’t want to put her through any more pain.” Steve explain, running a hand over his face.

“As much as I want to fix it. I don’t know if I can.” He adds and Sam’s gaze falls to the new group that filed out of the elevator once it opened. “Well it looks like you have your chance,” he tilts his head behind Steve, causing him to turn around and see you with Natasha and Maria.

You were never one for taking revenge because you refused to indulge in pettiness. But it felt nice to have so many eyes on you. You continued to scan the room and you were about to make eye contact with Steve when Natasha grabbed your hand, leading you to the bar.

Steve inhale sharply as he takes all of you in. You’ve worn dresses before but none this revealing. The silk dress was a gorgeous, navy that almost matched the color of Steve’s shirt. You move to sit down on one of the stool and that’s when he noticed the dress was backless. The dress hugged your curves beautifully, outlining the body he used to run his hands over every morning before work.

Your senegalese twists trailed down your toned back just enough to cover the monarch butterfly tattoo you have on the center of your back. But the tattoo would reveal itself whenever you turned to look at Maria and Natasha when they were talking. You looked delectable. Steve thought to himself.

Steve’s jaw clenched when he noticed a group of men looking at you the same way he was. He had no right to feel any protectiveness towards you. You weren’t his anymore. You could talk to anyone you wanted. Flirt with anyone you wanted.

You were completely oblivious to it, on purpose if you might add. If you didn’t engage with anyone, they are less likely to approach you. Or so you thought, but the crowd that Tony runs with are very bold. And you’re not entirely sure if you liked that.

“Y/N!” Tony greets once he noticed you at the bar. He crossed the room to give you a hug and some of his friends followed. “Hi Tony. Thank you so much for the dress.” You said, standing from the stool and wrapping your arms around him. “Dresses are just a piece of fabric. This,” he gestures to your body, “Is all you,”

“Thank you,” your face felt hot from the attention you were getting. “Has he tried to come talk to you yet?” He asked and you shook your head no. “Truthfully, I’ve been trying to avoid eye contact the entire time.” You whispered to him. “You are very funny,” he says with a chuckle but you were dead serious.

Tony introduced you to some of his posse and you were met with a lingering stares and ginger kisses to your knuckles. Steve damn near broke the pool stick and Sam had to nudge him to stop staring so hard. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He lifts the triangle and offered Sam to break.

Most of Tony’s posse went over the couch to talk more comfortably. However there was a man who lingered. Maria went over to talk with Tony and Natasha was flirting with Banner, leaving him with the perfect opportunity. “You mind if I sit here?” The man asks you. “Nope I don’t mind,” you took a sip of your Mai Tai, trying not to make a face.

“Not much of a drinker, huh?” He says. “Not normally. I’m a social drinker and that’s about it.” “I’m sorry, did Tony introduce us?” You added. “Ouch. Am I that forgettable?” “No, not at all. There was just a lot of names to remember and I-“ “It’s okay, sweetheart. No need to fret. I’ll gladly reintroduce myself to an angel like yourself. I’m Bruce,”

You shift a little in your seat the longer you two talked, not particularly liking this conversation with Bruce. And you definitely didn’t like his predatory eyes raking your form. “I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” You tried to stand from the stool and Bruce caught your arm.

“Is that code for something, honey?” “Let go of me,” you said sternly. “Steve,” Sam alerts his friend once he sees what was going on. Maria noticed the interaction and stood from her chair. Once she noticed Steve dropping the pool stick and making his way towards you, she sat back down but still kept an eye on you. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be such a prude.” Fed up with his persistence, you grab his wrist and twisted down.

“Ow, ow, let me go you bitch! Ah!” You twisted his wrist even harder when you heard someone approach. You froze when you heard Steve say, “What did you just say?” You let go of Bruce’s wrist and looked to Steve. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw how pissed Steve was.

His eyes narrowed at Bruce who now cradles his hand against his body. “Look man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, okay? It was a mistake.” “You’re damn right it was a mistake. Get the hell out of here before you ended up with a broken jaw and a sprained wrist.” He closed the gap between him and Bruce.

Your lips parted in shock from Steve’s reaction. “A-alright man,” Bruce stammers, standing from the stool. “I’ll walk you out,” Sam says, following him to the elevators. You were thankful the scene didn’t completely stop the party because that would have been embarrassing to say the least.

Steve’s gaze fell to you and you quickly closed your mouth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken like that in front of you,” he apologized.

“It’s alright.. and you don’t have to worry about me reading between the lines and seeing something that’s not there. I know you would have done the same thing had it been someone else.” You explain, fiddling with your necklace anxiously.

“It wasn’t just anyone else. It was you,” you abruptly stopped touching your necklace when he stares at you with anticipation. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He felt like an absolute idiot trying to talk to you. You drank the rest of your Mai Thai in one go. “Could I have a shot of whiskey please?” You asked the bartender. “Make that two,” he corrects.

“I’m sorry for interrupting. I’m sure you and Sam were having fun. You should go back.” you stated. “Do you want me to go back?” “You don’t have to ask me, Steve. We’re not..” you trail off and let out a breath.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you, Y/N. I swear, I just-“ “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Steve. I’m sure you had a good reason and anything else you’ll say will just confuse me so please.”

He presses his lips together and nodded in understanding. “I want to make things right,” Rather than answering, you took your shot and when Steve reached for his, you drank his too. His eyes met yours again and with that you left the bar.

Natasha flags you down and motions you to sit next to her. “Everything alright?” “Yeah. I think I’m going to go actually. I’m starting to get tired.” “No, don’t go. We were about to play a game,” Tony offers. With so many eyes on you, your face felt hot for the second time that night. Tony smiled once you caved and agreed to stay for a bit longer.

As the night continued, more and more people left and now it left the original Avengers and close friends. Sure you were among friends but you felt that you overstayed your welcome and wanted to go home. Not to mention, Sam left too so Steve’s attention was solely on you.

He had sat on the couch in front of you, occasionally looking over at you to see your reaction to the conversation. “Looks like it’s about that time to go,” you state, standing from the couch to stretch. You were met with groans of dissatisfaction and pleads to stay.

“I am not a party animal like some people,” you playfully snap at Tony. “But think of how unstoppable you’ll be,” Tony offers. “Do you want me to take you home?” Maria suggests and you shook your head no.

“No I’ll just call an Uber. I’ll be okay,” you exchanged hugs with everyone, leaving Tony last. “You sure?” Natasha asks. “Of course,” you state, pressing a kiss to Tony’s cheek and gave him a small hug. “Well in that case, I trust that Cap will walk you out,” he says when you pull away.

Before you knew it, Steve was by your side and you sent Tony a glare. To which he responded with a wink. You and Steve walked towards the elevator, his hands stuffed in his pockets while you typed in Tony’s address for the Uber. “I could take you home if you want,” Steve offered when the elevator opened and the two of you walked in.

The elevator closed and you clicked the button for the lobby. You clicked out out of the Uber and bit your lip anxiously. When he noticed your hesitance, he added, “Or not. That’s okay. I don’t want to make to you feel uncomfortable,”

“I just don’t want to get my hopes up, Steve. You.. you make it very easy to fall in love with you and I don’t want to see something that isn’t there.” “It’s there, Y/N. You’re not seeing things. I’m right here.” He steps closer to you just as the elevator dings open.

You stared at each other for a moment, wondering where to go from here. “Do you love me?” You asked after a long pause. “Do you even have to ask?” He brushes some of your twists off your shoulder.

“Then we should have that talk,”

[nerdraging4point0]

Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Fifteen // A MIW/Bad Omens PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Rick’s POV

Chris paced the warehouse, his boots echoing on the concrete floor as he moved. He was dressed in his elaborate costume for the music video we were filming - a dark, dramatic ensemble with heavy fabrics and sharp lines, his face obscured by thick, theatrical makeup. His normally neat, styled hair was a tousled mess, long black strands falling in strings across his forehead as he repeatedly pushed it back with a gloved hand, the leather creaking with the motion. Chris was clearly agitated, his brow furrowed in concentration as he held his phone up to his ear, it was the fourth time he had tried calling today. 

Between takes, when the director would call for a break, Chris would become wholly absorbed in the video, offering thoughtful feedback and collaborating closely with the crew to ensure everything was executed flawlessly. But the moment he had a free moment, his phone would be pressed to his ear once more, brow furrowed in frustration as each call went unanswered. The pain and uncertainty etched on his face was palpable, a mirror image of the anguish I had witnessed on Eve's features whenever her own phone would light up with an unwelcome caller ID.

It was clear that whatever happened between the three of them had him so desperately trying to reach Noah and each unanswered call had him reeling, unable to find the closure he so desperately craved. Though he hadn't exactly broken things off, the fact that they hadn't spoken in three weeks was as good as a breakup in my mind. Eve had urged him to give it time, to allow Noah space to work through whatever issues had driven them apart, but Chris was far too restless and demanding of answers to heed her advice. He needed explanations, needed to understand what had gone wrong, and would not rest until he had them.

As I strummed my guitar, the familiar soundless notes filling the air, the buzz of conversation echoed through the warehouse where we had gathered for a much-needed lunch break. The rest of the crew was eagerly digging into their meals, while the other band members and I tried our best to relax and recharge. The droning sounds of people chatting and the clattering of utensils created a lively, almost chaotic ambiance.

Suddenly, Vinny let out an excited holler, drawing all eyes towards him as he stood from his chair, phone in hand. "Bro! Check out the line up!" he exclaimed, quickly making his way over to where Ryan was sitting to show him what had him so worked up.

 I couldn't help but tease him, "What's got you all worked up over there?" to which Vinny eagerly replied, "they just released the names of all the artists playing the fest next week. I am fucking stoked!"

Vinny's love for festivals was no secret - he thrived on the energy of large crowds and the opportunity to see other talented performers. For him, these events were like a veritable convention, a chance to indulge his inner social butterfly and soak up the musical atmosphere. 

As I shook my head, trying to refocus on my guitar, I barely registered Justin's voice cutting through the rising chatter around us, excitedly listing off some of the big-name artists who would be gracing the festival stages that day. However, my fingers suddenly froze and my eyes snapped up the moment I heard him utter the words "Bad Omens." Immediately, my gaze locked onto Chris, whose own eyes had gone wide with a mixture of shock and what almost looked like dread.

"When's their set?" Chris asked, his voice sounding strained and uncharacteristically dry. Justin, seemingly oblivious, said, “same time as ours.”

As soon as those words left Justin's mouth, I could see the gears turning in Chris's mind, a determined look settling across his features. It was clear he was already plotting something, no doubt related to Noah. 

As I listened to the inner voice in my head, I felt a strong urge to encourage Chris to let it go and move forward. However, I knew Chris better than that. The rest of the group was aware that Eve had been dating both Chris and Noah simultaneously - a messy situation that I had somehow found myself entangled in as well. They just barely got used to my addition to the mix, still in the dark about Noah’s lack of communication with us. That was another story for another day, so was the complex feelings that Chris harbored toward Noah. Given how inherently odd and convoluted the overall situation had become, and how challenging it was for the band members to wrap their heads around the four of us coexisting as a unit, we collectively decided it was best not to burden them with any additional details or complications. 

Navigating the situation with Chris in the aftermath of Noah's departure was a sensitive and challenging endeavor. As his friend, I desperately wanted to provide comfort and support, but the drama surrounding the nature of Chris and Noah's relationship left me unsure of how to approach. Chris had not explicitly referred to Noah as his boyfriend, and I feared that any assumption or presumption on my part could potentially cause more harm than good. So, I ultimately deferred to Eve, whose unwavering patience and empathy seemed like the wisest course of action. I could only imagine the internal turmoil she must have been grappling with, she’d been nothing but stoic and calm through this whole deal. Yet, I knew that facade could not possibly last - at some point, the weight of her own sorrow would inevitably force her to confront those pent-up emotions. 

Eve had thrown herself into extra shifts at the coffee shop, claiming the income was earmarked for our upcoming trip to Vegas. However, I saw through that transparent ruse - she knew full well that I would never allow her to spend a single penny on anything. It was clear to me that this frenetic work schedule was merely a distraction, a means of avoiding the urge to constantly reach out to Noah and further process her own anguish. While Chris externalized his pain, Eve had internalized hers, and I could only hope that the dam would soon burst, allowing her to fully confront the devastating loss they had both endured.

Eve’s POV

As the steam hissed and the milk frothed, the bustling chatter and clattering of the busy café enveloped me. I tried my best to focus on the task at hand, to push down the emotions welling up inside, but the memories came flooding back. It had started out as such a normal day - I had been cheerful and upbeat, ready to take on whatever the world threw my way. But then, as I stepped outside to deliver a steaming cappuccino to a suited businessman on the patio, a familiar scent hit me. The cologne - it was the same one Noah used to wear. Instantly, the happy facade crumbled, and the pain I had been suppressing crashed over me like a violent wave.

I blinked rapidly, willing the tears not to fall, not here in the middle of this bustling café where I was supposed to be professional and in control. But the grief was overwhelming, a semi of emotion barreling into me and threatening to knock me off my feet. Over the past few weeks, I had been desperately trying to conceal my true emotions from both Chris and Rick, stealing furtive glances at my phone. I found myself constantly torn between the overwhelming urge to reach out to him and send a text, and the paralyzing fear of being met with nothing but deafening silence in return. It was an agonizing, torturous cycle that I simply could not break free from, no matter how hard I tried. To make matters even more complicated, Chris had been visibly distraught and furious about the way Noah had hurt me, vehemently insisting that the least he could have done was provide some form of closure instead of simply disappearing without a trace. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I felt there was more bothering Chris than just that.

As I called out "Robert!" to push the freshly brewed cappuccino to the pickup window, I quickly washed down the espresso machine, ready to begin the next order. The constant hum of the coffee grinder filled the air as Sasha, my fellow barista, shouted over the noise, "Eve, head out on your break." I gave her a quick nod, ensuring that Tyler was comfortable handling the incoming order before wiping my hands on my apron and slipping out to the back patio.

The peace and quiet outside was a welcome relief from the bustling cafe. The dull roar of cars on the interstate in the distance blended with the soothing sounds of birds chirping all around me. It was like an oasis of tranquility compared to the lively energy inside. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to Rick and Chris, checking in on the music video shoot they were working on, knowing I likely wouldn't hear back right away. 

 I glided through my contacts finding Noah’s name, my fingers floated over it for a minute or two as I thought about what I would say, or if i’d even have the courage to say it. I bit the inside of my cheek and took the plunge, opening his chat I typed out all that I'd been feeling all that I missed, how much I loved him, how I could understand if it was too much. But I needed him to tell me it was over, otherwise for me it would never be over. 

My phone pinged and I snatched it up quickly, hoping it was who I thought, my heart only slightly disappointed as Chris’s name popped up on the screen.

Fuck all of it, I want to go home.

The words that filled the screen were uncharacteristically terse and laced with an unusual intensity. I could practically feel the weight of his frustration and despair through the digital screen. It was so unlike the typically calm and collected Chris I knew - this was a side of him I had rarely, if ever, witnessed before. My heart ached with the desire to reach out and comfort him, to be there for him.

I’m sorry baby, I am off in just two more hours. 

It was his final message as I returned inside the coffee shop that truly set my pulse racing, 

I am peeling myself out of this costume now. Then i’m heading home. I don’t care what plans you have this evening, little one. Cancel them. Tonight. You’re mine. 

The sheer possessiveness and raw desire in those words left me breathless, my body already tingling with eager anticipation.

Chris’s POV

Nothing had gone my way that day - the stresses of work, the traffic, the minor annoyances that had piled up until I felt like I was barely holding it together. But the second she was within reach, that pent-up intensity came roaring to the surface. Without a word, I had her in my grasp, pulling her close, my hands already working to undress her. The look of surprise in her eyes only fueled my dominant impulses further as I swiftly shed her clothing, leaving her bare and vulnerable before me. With a firm hand on her shoulder, I guided her to the bedroom, forcing her down to her knees at the edge of the bed. From this position of power, I towered over her, my smoldering gaze drinking in her submissive pose. This was exactly what I needed - to take back control, to assert my dominance.

I let out a guttural moan as my body sank back into the plush mattress, everything relaxing with a deep, satisfying release after the tension that had been building. The familiar weight and warmth of Eve’s mouth enveloping me sent tingles of pleasure radiating through my core. I drew in a sharp, shuddering breath as her nimble tongue flicked and swirled against the sensitive skin, a primal, animalistic response falling out of my parted lips. Propping up on my elbows, I gazed down at the enticing sight before me, her eyes watering cheeks stretched out and hair a tangled mess in my hands.

 "Now, while you're down there, right where I want you," I rasped, voice thick with lust. "Look up at me with those eyes." She glanced up through thick, fluttering lashes, her own eyes gleaming with a mix of obedience and wanton need. I let out a guttural groan, electricity coursing through me at the sight.

 "Yeah, that's it," I growled, tangling my fingers deeper in her hair. "I want you to play with yourself." She whimpered around my throbbing cock, she eagerly complied, her nimble fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves as she rolled them around with the motions of her mouth.

“Faster.” Breathless and trembling, she eagerly followed my instructions, pressing her fingers faster and faster against the sensitive bundle of nerves, rolling her hand in tight, frenzied circles as I slowly thrust into her waiting mouth. "Is this what you were looking for?" I murmured, voice low and dripping with wicked intent, picking up the pace as she moaned desperately around my cock. 

"Faster," I commanded again, and she obeyed without hesitation, her cries muffled by the weight of me on her tongue. I was lost in the moment, loving how she listened so well. I wanted to turn to him, see him with those big brown eyes admiring our girl on her knees for me. My mind had to shake the thoughts from my brain, he wasn’t here to enjoy her with me, wasn’t here for me to enjoy him and I could feel the pain in my chest all over again. I growled more to myself to chase away the thoughts as I thrust in her mouth again. Eve whined at my feet as she was about to shatter, I yanked her face down, burying myself to the hilt until her nose was pressed against my pelvic bone.

Eve cried out, her jaw going lax as she started to gurgle from my cock being shoved to the back of her throat.  With a sharp tug, I pulled her off, a glistening string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my sheen covered cock. Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilted her face up, my face burning with possessive hunger. "Daddy's gonna fuck you how he wants," I growled, the promise of delicious torment lacing my words. "And you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"

she nodded her head, panting heavily in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. With a firm grip on her forearms I lifted her from the floor with ease. Spinning her around to face the bed, I brought my hand down with a resounding smack against her left ass cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. 

"Hands and knees," I commanded. Immediately obeying, she fell forward onto the bed, crawling to the middle and waiting with bated breath for me to join her. I took in the look of her like this, licking my lips with anticipation. 

Crawling my way up to her I placed open mouth kisses on the red mark I'd left, kissing each finger mark, moving up to her lower back I followed the curve of her spine as I settled behind her. Maneuvering myself around her I trapped her legs between my thighs pushing her down so her shoulders touched the mattress. I could feel myself pressing against her entrance and I wanted to just drive myself home already, my hands stroked down her back following the curves of her ribs and then her hips I almost lost all control.

Finally, I positioned myself and drove into her in one fluid motion, filling her completely. The sudden, intense sensation caused her to lurch forward, whining with pleasure, the sounds drowned out by the duvet. 

Fast and furious I thrusted into her, each one knocking forcefully against her cervix. Reaching to take her hair in my hands I gripped her at the scalp, gingerly pulling her head back, her spine dipping to give me a deeper fuller feeling. 

“F-f-f-fuck sooo good.” I groaned, realizing i’d come before the fun even started if I kept this up. Slowing my pace, It took all my effort to pull myself out of her, dropping onto my back next to her. 

“Come here, little one. You’re gonna ride daddy.” She obeyed, her weak limbs carrying her trembling body to where I lay waiting. Straddling my hips, she slowly lowered herself down, my hard cock stretching and filling her once more. Shuddering as she began to roll her hips, coating me with her slick arousal. 

“Listen good, little one. You’re going to bounce, I’m going to count to ten. You can’t stop until I get to ten. Got me?” 

"Yes, sir," she managed to croak out, her voice rough with need. She sat there trying hard to catch her breath, hands balanced on my chest, strands falling in front of her face. I reached up to tuck the loose pieces behind her ear, her forehead starting to get coated in sweat. With pure instinct I lifted my hand, the loud crack of my palm against her ass echoing in the room, the slap causing her to yelp and lift herself off me briefly before sinking back down, impaling herself on my cock once more.

 "What are you waiting for?" I growled, and without hesitation, she began to obey, lifting herself up and lowering down in a steady rhythm. 

The sensations were electric, the delicious pressure and friction igniting a primal desire within me. Her inner walls clung to my cock, both of us raw and sensitive, the feeling heightening every delectable sensation. With a determined rhythm, she kept her pace, counting out each thrust out loud as she rode me, her muscles straining with the effort. "One...two...three..." 

Her thighs began to quiver, the muscles trembling with the exertion of maintaining the demanding pace she had set. I could feel the shake in her legs, protesting the relentless rhythm she refused to relinquish. 

"Don't you fucking slow down," I growled, voice laced with desperation, "you wanted to be fucked. So, fuck me then."

Gritting her teeth, she pushed through the discomfort, her movements becoming more frenzied. The muscles in her legs quivered with exertion, but she refused to relent, bouncing on my cock with reckless abandon. 

"Seven...eight...nine..." Each number punctuated by a strangled moan from my lips, her body teetering as her legs started to close on me. Her head fell back and she sat up straight, eyes fluttering closed.

“Who’s a good girl, say if for me baby, who’s a good girl.” My hands roamed up her body cupping her breasts before continuing up to grasp at her throat.

“I’m a good girl. I’ve been such a good girl, daddy.” She was so close I could tell, with my free hand I found her clit rubbing it with my thumb making her body shake even more.

“Who did a good job? You wanna come baby, you wanna come for me?” She nodded her head trying to slump forward to balance on my chest.

“Beg me for it.” She swallowed hard under the grip of my hand, 

“Please daddy, I wanna come.” My thumb rubbed her clit with just the right amount of pressure, my hips meeting up with her downstroke pushing into her. She broke, clenching around me and calling my name. 

The overwhelming sensations had left her whimpering, her body struggling to keep up. "My turn, little one," I growled, grip on her hips like iron tightening as I forced her to move faster, harder, against me. She cried out as I rolled her just right, her overstimulated clit brushing against me in a jolt of pleasure-pain. Summoning the last of her waning energy, she rode me desperately, determined to bring me to release. Everything in me  grew sloppy, whimpers falling from my open, panting mouth, until finally my hips stilled and everything poured out of me. 

"That's it. That's my good girl. Such a good girl," I praised her through heavy breaths, pulling her close and cradling her in my arms.

[plurapony]

hihi!! we wanted to go anonymous due to fear of being hated or whatever. We are NOT endogenic whatsoever, nor do we support that, but we have started using plural terms ever since 2020. We have trauma, packed full of it, but we are not sure if we are even a system. We didn’t know who to yap to, but Tag liked your blog, so..

No, we are not technically a confirmed system

no, we will NEVER, EVER claim to be a system before ruling out other things. But we are seriously lost here.

I remember when I would randomly start using “we/us” when talking about myself then suddenly going back to “I/me”. Thought it was just an error in my speech. Until my friends started complaining about me acting “out of character”. I remember being in places I don’t remember actively going to, having knowledge in a subject I never actually learned, having sudden out-of-body experiences and memory loss. not to mention when people tell me i was breaking out into pinkie pie’s dialogue or suddenly act like a scared puppy when i have no memory of doing so. i could just be crazy, but I need someone to tell me that I’m not crazy at all. we dont know if ur comfy answering this!! u dont have to!!

you're definitely not crazy! the human brain is really weird and sometimes it does weird stuff like the things you mentioned. it could be an indication of a cdd but also it could be something else or it could be nothing.

i wanna share how it was for me before we realized we were a system! we would sometimes use we/us and it would be confusing, we'd wake up in the morning and have absolutely no clue who we were or where we were. we'd be hanging with friends we'd known for years and suddenly we couldn't remember their names, sometimes we couldn't even remember our own name. we are a very overt system so we'd speak in different tones and frequencies and type differently from each other. our host at the time was a trans boy and sometimes he'd feel extreme urges to wear pink and girly clothes so much so that he would spend a considerable amount of time on shopping sites browsing through them. one thing we'd do very often was mid conversation someone would mention something which would trigger another part temporarily and then we'd have zero memory of the last 5 seconds of the conversation and have to be reminded by the person we were conversing with.

it's so important to go see a medical professional because they are here to help you figure out what's happening and get to the bottom of things.

what I recommend in the meantime is to get a journal and just doodle in it. lay out all your thoughts and feelings (would also be a good reference for seeing a doctor/therapist)

hope that helps!

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visitors - toxic!eren x reader

WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI

Includes: toxic!eren, piercings, choking, slapping, raw sex, hate sex, non-con!cum, all over crazy toxic eren jaeger smut, some bondage, manipulation, degradation, pet names, a smidge of baby trapping, AU!eren

it was three weeks since i spoke with eren. unfortunately, because of his nature, eren was still reaching out an absurd amount of times every day. i stopped answering on the day i took my key back. i even had to check my phone to make sure he wasn’t tracking me. it was fucking annoying.

we broke up because he was just too much. i was struggling to make it to work on time every day, or maintain my apartment, because when eren needed something, it had to be my top priority- or it meant i was cheating on him. i was so suffocated by his grip on me. i needed to feel free, and wanted. not needed like someone’s life depended on it because they couldn’t function on their own.

our mutual friends, reiner, connie and sasha were going to a bar tonight. they invited me to go. i explained i didn’t want anything to be weird now that eren and i weren’t seeing each other, and they’re assured me it would be fine.

the idea of going out felt nice. maybe i just needed to feel pretty and shake this funk. besides, i was free. eren couldn’t get to me anymore. it was time to celebrate.

my outfit was standard. a cute dress, some heels, nothing new. but, it made me FEEL new. having the fresh look and feeling good did wonders for me.

i heard a knock on the door as i finished up, i unlocked it knowing my friends would be over. i was putting the finishing touches on, sticking an earring back over a gold hoop.

“it’s open! come in,” i called from my bedroom as i grabbed a light jacket and my purse.

when i got to the living room, there was no reiner, sasha or connie. only an irate looking eren jaeger standing at my door.

i groaned and crossed my arms.

“what the fuck do you want,” i asked him.

he took in my outfit, which seemed to upset him even more.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” he questioned. “where are you going?”

“connie, reiner and sasha asked me to go out with them. we’re just grabbing drinks-“ i put my jacket on, but we cut off before i could finish my sentence.

“you aren’t fucking going anywhere. especially not looking like that-“ eren pointed to my outfit. “so what, reiner can fuck you?”

my eyes widened. “are you fucking crazy? reiner doesn’t want to have sex with me, eren,” i rolled my eyes. “you don’t own me. you never did, and you don’t now. so please, see yourself out,”

i gestured to the door for eren to leave before turning to walk into my kitchen. i could hear eren’s footsteps behind me as he closed the gap between us. he grabbed my hair and yanked me back to him.

“ow! fuck you eren,” i slapped him across the face, looking up at him with fury.

“no, fuck you,” he growled. “i put all my time and money into you for you to just fucking leave me, like some fucking rando bitch.”

i shrugged. “you don’t get to treat people like this eren. seriously. get out or i am calling the cops and getting a restraining order.”

the threat didn’t scare him. “do it. i dare you.”

i couldn’t move. i was petrified. if i went to pick up the phone, eren would break it, then truly show me how angry he was.

when i didn’t react for a few seconds, his demeanor changed.

“baby, it’s ok, i’m here to get you back,” a small smile crept onto his face. “see, i missed you. you were always so good to me and i could tell you loved me through my flaws, i’m here to find out how to get my baby girl back,”

he’s so fucking full of shit. what the fuck.

“get the fuck out of my apartment!” i yelled in his face. “my friends will be here-“

“your friends?” he repeated. “i introduced you to them. i’m the only reason you know them. they’re my friends, not yours.”

“see, eren, this is what i mean. not everything needs to be a fight. i never cheated on you, i always loved you, i cared, you did this-“ i stuck my finger in his face. “you actually almost had me quit my job and move in with you like a crazy person. you stockholmed me, dude!”

eren’s demeanor switched back to being sweet once he realized he was getting nowhere acting like a jackass.

“baby, i took such good care of you. i paraded you around, i got you gifts, took you out, made you mine,” he reached his hand out to touch me. “please don’t let that part of us die,”

he was such a master manipulator. i swore to myself. it seemed like he wouldn’t leave willingly.

“i’ll leave,” eren said as if he read my mine, “if you be mine one last time. one for the book,”

i looked at him incredulously- “are you asking me to fuck you?”

he must have lost his mind and i was prepared to help him find it.

there was a dark look that formed in eren’s eyes. he started to take steps towards me and i kept backing up until i was against the wall. with nowhere to go.

“no, i’m going to put you in your place and fuck you until you don’t know your own name. then, if you decide you don’t want me, i’ll go. and you’ll never hear from me again. you’ll waste our love.”

i hadn’t had sex since eren and i broke up almost a month ago. i could definitely use it. but with my luck, eren would do something fucking crazy. in true eren fashion.

“eren, i don’t think it’s a good idea,” i shook my head. “we need a clean break. that’s why i haven’t answered your million calls or texts.”

he chuckled lowly and grabbed my face in his right hand, my cheeks puffing over the tips of his fingers. “you seem to think you leaving is a choice. you think i won’t crawl out from under any rock to get you back? that you can walk away that easily from me? i was trying to be nice, sweetheart,”

i flinched. there was a few times eren threatened my safety but this was different. this claim over me, it was animalistic. maybe he would leave if we fucked? if i could convince him he could come back another day i could get the locks changed and let my landlord know eren wasn’t allowed in the building anymore?

i rolled my eyes and took a seat on the couch. hopefully i could act bored and he would leave knowing i wasn’t playing his bullshit games.

eren immediately found a home next to me on the couch, his hand extending to my opposite shoulder to turn me to him. “babygirl i’m sorry i upset you. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll take you out, show you off, a night all about you. we can fix this. you’ll never feel that way again. i’ll make sure-“

he didn’t even finish his own sentence before kissing me aggressively. he was convincing himself that i would crawl back to him and be his toy again.

after a minute of me not reacting to the kiss, eren grabbed my throat, squeezing. did he truly think i would be interested in fucking him? he’s delusional.

i didn’t react fast enough for him. “what do i have to do to get you back?” he begged. “i love you so much baby, please, i haven’t fucked anyone or done anything since we broke up.”

lie.

“eren, you’re an egotistical maniac. i know

you’ve fucked other people since we split. jean called me two days ago, reiner called me last week.” i crossed my arms. “i am not some child who’s believing your bullshit anymore. you don’t love me.” my words were full of anger, and venom. i truly did love eren. the first two years of our relationship were bliss and i fully expected to spend the rest of my life with him. this sudden change made even our friends concerned for my safety.

tears formed in his eyes. he was such a good actor. “let me show you how much i love you, princess, please, baby, let me show you,” he pled, speaking so quickly his words almost ran together. he begged.

i did love it when he begged.

i weighed my options again: i could let eren fuck me, and then kick him out, or i could keep fighting him. i viewed it as whether i got to cum tonight. reiner was definitely planning on trying to fuck me, as much as i lied to eren’s face about it. (and i was definitely going to fuck reiner as long as eren was out of here).

i crossed my eyes and looked at eren. his eyes were dark and full of lust.

“fine. fuck me, and then get the fuck out of my-“

i didn’t have air in my throat to finish that sentence. eren grabbed my throat so hard and pulled me onto his lap. i was nearly immobilized.

“that’s a good girl, you’re gonna take it so good for me like you always do.” his breath was hot in my ear as he reached behind my neck to unzip my dress.

“eren, just pull the dress up you don’t need to-“

another rip of my hair pulled the words from my mouth.

“shut the fuck up, you dirty whore,” eren growled into my face, “i’m going to ruin your pretty hair, your pretty make up, make you smell just like me. so you can get any idea of fucking reiner tonight out of your head.“

whoosh, right to the base of my hips. i felt it get hot in the room.

eren could tell, too. he felt the wetness soak through to his thigh. i didn’t wear any underwear… damn.

eren looked down at his wet denim covered thigh before running his hands down the front of the dress. his other hand trailed under the lip of the dress that was scrunched up at the top of my thighs.

“oh, baby, look at this pussy,” he teased me as one of his slender digits entered my weeping hole. “i have barely even touched you, princess, just wait until i show you how much i love you and how good you take my cock.”

i looked at him through lidded eyes, and swollen lips, my back arched under his finger.

“you’re so beautiful, princess,” eren complimented as he pulled the rest of the dress off.

what eren didn’t know, is i got nipple piercings since we broke up. i went with sasha, historia and ymir, and they cheered on as i cried on the piercing chair. it was done in an attempt to reclaim my sexuality, and do something adventurous. reiner was supposed to be the first one to see them.

eren’s eyes widened as he took in the appearance of my freshly healed nipples, causing his hand to stop in my core. he pulled the hand and “when did you do this?”

“about a week after we broke up-“

a resounding slap. “we never broke up, you just left me like some spoiled whore.”

i frowned and looked at him. “eren, i took my key off your key ring and blocked your phone number. we broke up,”

eren grabbed my face and pulled me close, “and i sat outside your apartment and watched you from your window,” he growled in my face. “i had to make sure you didn’t bring anyone home.”

eren was sitting in front of my apartment everyday?

“now. back to it. who let you mark up your body like this?” he ran his hands over the piercings again.

“i did it, eren, i’m an independent adult,” i crossed my arms.

“after three weeks of no punishment, you forgot who’s in charge,” eren pushed me off and stood up while he held me by the hair.

eren finally released my scalp and pushed me onto the bed. i tried covering myself up but wasn’t given the chance before eren was on top of me. as aroused as i was, i was terrified.

eren was speaking to me, words spilling out to his mouth, but i couldn’t focus. his tongue was trailing down my sensitive spots while one hand was being used to unbuckle his belt.

“hey,” he grabbed my face. “listen to me. i’m going to tie you up and make you cum until you can’t stop crying.”

before i could protest the bondage, my wrists were secured over my head as eren looked down my body. eren’s other hand was pumping his cock, preparing to open my thighs and unless the pent up aggression inside of me.

“normally i’d stretch you out and let you get ready for me,” eren began to explain as he pushed my legs up, before leaning over me, “but sluts like you don’t get that.”

it was silent for a moment, i said waiting for another slap, but nothing. but then, eren’s entire length was plunged into me.

a scream was the reaction his thrusts elicited.

“jesus fucking christ, eren, ohmygodohmyogd,” i shriek as his body arches over mine.

“yeah, baby, take it so good for me, let me love you,” eren crooned into my ear, settling into a pace. his tongue covered my neck as he licked down to the base of my neck where they met the shoulders.

“i missed you so much baby,” eren sounded like he could cry. “we could have this every day, baby, let me come home,”

“eren,” i moaned as i took his beautiful face in my hand.

it wouldn’t take me long to finish at all. after a few weeks of no intimacy, my body was begging for release. and eren knows how to elicit a response from my body.

the sex continued, our hands all over each other as eren rutted deeply inside me. his cock’s tip brushing the outer wall of my cervix. sweet noises filled our ears from the mouths of the other as i felt myself march closer to the precipice of climax.

“eren, i’m going to cum,” i whined. “please baby let me finish,”

baby. i hadn’t called eren that since before we broke up. i didn’t expect that to slip, and it sure wasn’t lost on eren.

“yeah, that’s right sweet girl,” eren grinned at me, evil glints in his eyes, “let me come home baby, let me back in. i’ll make you cum,i love you baby,”

i couldn’t resist. i started shaking. “fuck, eren-“

“let me come home baby,” eren began to slow down, fighting orgasm himself. “let me be with you, please, let me love you princess,”

the slowed pace made me want to scream. i gave in.

“fuck, baby, yes, come home!” i screamed as i wrapped my fingers in his hair. “god i missed this,”

the force of our joint orgasm rolled through me like a car crash. i was speechless. eren continued to rut inside me, and before i noticed he finished inside me.

eren knew i wasn’t on birth control… and i didn’t see him wear a condom.

as soon as i regained my coherence, i panicked.

“eren! what the fuck did you do?” i panicked.

eren smirked at me, a shy blush on his cheeks, “i came home, babygirl, it’ll be better than before,”

before i could answer, there was a knock on the door. my eyebrows raised as i heard the familiar voice. “yo! it’s reiner! you ready to go?”

[mysticalgardensandwich]

FEM ALIGNED DNI!

This is going to be price x male reader I case you didn't look at tags😋💪

Warnings: death, loss of a loved one, kidnapping, blood, and much more

M/n (you) and price are married btw!

It's had been a few days sense you had texted price but that would happen sometimes because you get busy sometimes and same with price

Price was calm and only mentioned it once when Soap had asked how you were

When on break for the holidays Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost would come over and stay a night

Ghost normally stayed the whole time (family stuff yk yk) but you and price didn't care and actually enjoyed the fact he stayed

When Ghost's mental health would take a massive toll randomly he would try and hide it but you would notice

So you started to help ghost find things that can help him, you had your own fare share of mental problems so ghost didn't feel alone

It got to the point with ghost he called you his dad once (he told you do never mention that to anyone... You told price) and even felt comfortable taking off his mask

So nobody expected a call on ghosts phone during training

Ghost awnsered and was confused

It was your neighbor telling him how you had been gone and that he didn't see you so he grabbed the mail and there was a letter for price and if he wanted it dropped off to the base or if he just wanted price to hear it now

Price decided to have the neighbor read it to him

He didn't expect a letter giving a location saying that they have you and if you don't give them information or he didn't come with information that they would kill you

Ghost and Price wanted to leave to that location as soon as possible but Lawell wouldn't let them

When they looked up the location barely anything came up, like, not even a picture of the place

It had been about a week and during dinner Ghost got another call so he awnsered it

Ghost: hello who is this?

?? : this is Ghost correct?

Ghost: yes? Why must you know

?? : should we show them him?

??? : he's out cold right now dumbass

Ghost: what the fuck are you guys talking about!?

?? : are you on speaker?

Ghost: yes??

?? : M/n price ring a bell?

Price: WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!

?? : want to see?

The camera was then turned on and faced towards a h/c male who's head was down but you could tell he was in really bad condition, "we didn't cut out his tongue don't worry, he can still talk" everyone that was by Ghosts phone was frozen in shock. Price made all the recruits and other people leave and they all listened going to their respective rooms "wake him up" suddenly another male came into view and walked up to m/n knife in hand, he then dug it into an already open wound making it even worse, right as he started to move the knife the male woke up and started to scream in pain. The camera got close and the person behind it pushed the male that was digging the knife in the wound away "get a stool, we will be nice and let him talk to you, not like he knows where the fuck he is right now" the phone was then set on a stool still facing the h/c male and then the two men left.

Price: M/n?! M/n are you awake??

M/n: I'm awake love don't worry

Soap: we told Laswell about the current situation she's going to send people out for you. She won't let us go through so please be-

M/n: don't send anyone out, it's a trap, please,

Ghost: m/n we need to find you so we can make sure you are ok

M/n: It's ok Si. Even if the team does get here I think you all know what they would find

Price: don't say that m/n please

M/n: Don't cry guys

Ghost: we will find you m/n.....i don't care how but we will get you and you will be-

M/n: Hey Gaz..

Gaz: Yeah

M/n: take care of the others for me, please

Ghost : M/n don't say that, you can leave me, you can't leave us, please m/n stay alive however you-

M/n: Calm down Si. Remember our breathing exercises, stay calm, don't panic, count your surroundings

Price: do whatever you need for these people to set you free, anything I don't care just don't die please

M/n: Just remember guys. Remember who your are becasue you shouldn't be afraid of losing someone, you should be afraid of losing yourself

Right as that was said there was a sound of a door being opened and then the phone was picked up and the camera was turned off "any last words to these people. Unless you do have information" "I love you guys, I love you Simon, I love you price, see you soon" then the call ended.

(Mini time skip)

The people Laswell sent out had just driven to the base and got out the car with guilt and sad faces, then two of them went into the back of the car and grabbed three people "these are the people..." Everyone was relieved to have the kidnappers but they also questioned where you were "what about m/n?" The team shared a look then they looked down "when we got to the location he... Wasn't there.....only thing left was tons and tons of blood" immediately the three people, two men and one woman were taken into questioning

Nobody fessed up on what they had done to you or if you were alive, this was until price had enough and walked into a room where Gaz was with an about 5'7, brown hair, average looking male and started to scare the absolute hell out of the guy. Price was taller than him, stronger than him, and could easily rip the man in half if he wanted, this made the guy fess up saying they had ended up ripping your tongue out and after they made sure you had died they left you in a trash can behind the house. To call Price furious was an understatement. He's had to be forced out the room so he wouldn't beat the life out of the guy, finally the three people had been taken fully away and were going to be taken to court and then Gaz, Soap, Price, Ghost, Laswell, and others showed up to the house to find you.

They called the police and investigaters were on their way, when they found your body and they all saw what you looked like price couldn't help but let out a scream while crying. You were his husband. His lover. The person who took care of him all the time. Now he was looking at your lifeless and beaten up body, barely able to realize what was old and what had been done recently.

(Time skip. The team are all now retired and no longer in the military)

Ghost officially moved in with Price and they both helped comfort each other along with Gaz and Soap helping and when they need comfort the others would be there waiting with open arms. It was the anniversary of the first time you had met the team so they were all over at Price's place, this time Soap deicided to bring over a few nieces and nephews because they had wanted to meet the others.

Price was sitting on the couch watching the younger kids look around when a young boy pointed to a picture of you in a library with a drink in hand "Uncle Johnny who's this? He's very pretty!" Price got up and went over to the picture grabbing it the same time Soap, Gaz, and Ghost had walked in but because they were behind them Price didn't notice. "This is my husband, his name is m/n. He is very beautiful isn't he? He knows your uncle" the way Price was talking about you made the three males heart melt, the amount of love and admiration in his voice was unimaginable "I wanna meet him! Where is he? is he in the military like you guys were?" Price looked back down at the picture and brushed his finger over your face "he's no longer alive buddy, I'm sorry, I wish you could meet him, he was so sweet and caring, he would spoil you guys rotten. He always had a love for children." The young boy hugged price as much as he could and as tight as he could "it's ok! He's always going to be with you. It's like something I heard once " don't be scared of losing someone, be afraid of losing yourself" meaning that you should always remember who you are and don't forget that" price couldn't help but hug the smaller boy while tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why don't we visit him? You might not be able to talk to him but you can visit his grave" Ghost walked in slowly making sure not to scare them to badly "I have stuff you can leave at his grave if you want" price and the younger boy let go and he nodded happily "let me go get my siblings then we can all visit pretty person!" And like that the young boy was running to get his siblings.

They drove to your grave and all of soaps nieces and nephews Introduced themselves then placed down your favorite snack and a flower of their choosing "let's give Price so space alright kiddos?" They all nodded and watched and price took a picture of you and placed it down along with your favorite flower "I miss you m/n. Sorry I didn't visit last week. I love you so much. I wish you could be here to see how much the others and I have grown. I don't know where you are now but just know you got justice and the three people who hurt you are gone. I'll see you again next week darling" price kissed the headstone that had your name, and date of birth on it and the date of death on it then stood up turning to the others "who wants to go get some food?" Everyone nodded and started walking back to the car Ghost and Price walking next to each other the look of a thousand years of guilt but also happiness on there faces

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨"

THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME CRY💀. ALSO THIS GOT DELETED LIKE THREE TIMES SO I'VE HAD TO REWRITE IT SO MUCH IT'S UNREAL. I didn't expect this to be so long but 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ anyways bye bye

[simplyholl]

Practice Makes Perfect Pt 5

Summary: Loki and Y/N have to pretend to be newlyweds for a mission. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Knife Play.

W/C: 722

* Sorry this is so short, I’ve been sick all week.

See my Masterlist here

We barely make it through the door and Loki’s lips are on mine. He lifts me into his arms, carrying me toward his bedroom. He places me on the bed, never breaking the kiss. I finally pull away. The need to breathe overpowers my longing to continue kissing him.

His blue eyes are trained on me. They were sparkling, but now they are menacing. His cold hands reach for my tiny bikini top. He applies a little pressure and it’s ripped off my chest. His lips press against my neck. It almost hurts when his teeth lock down over the freshly bruised skin.

Loki reaches onto his nightstand grabbing his dagger. He lays the cold weapon against my neck. “I haven’t forgotten your dream about this, love. Moaning my name with my dagger pressed to your neck.” he growls. The dagger moves down my collarbone to the swell of my breasts. The cool metal grazes a nipple, and I arch toward it.

Loki continues biting my neck. His free hand pinches the nipple his dagger isn’t touching. I grab the back of his head trying to keep his attention on the sensitive area he’s conquering. “Ah ah ah” he scolds. He removes his hand from my breast snaking it up my arms. He holds both my delicate wrists above my head.

His hand reaches my hip ripping my bikini bottoms off. His thumb strums my clit. I bite back a moan, afraid he will stop. Loki lifts the dagger placing it firmly to my center. I struggle against his hold on my hands, gasping when the icy blade touches my heat. He runs the weapon upward. I buck my hips when it strokes my clit. He uses his magic to remove his swim trunks.

He lines himself up with my center, sinking into me with one swift motion. “You are mine. This means you belong to me.” He spins his ring on my finger. “Tell me who owns you, pet. Who can make you feel this way?” I struggle to catch my breath from the sheer intensity. “Only you, Loki.” He brings the dagger to my neck, applying a little pressure as he thrusts harder.

I lock my legs around his waist, using my heel to push him closer. He fucks into me, and it deliciously burns from the sex we had only hours ago. My mind wanders to earlier when I asked him to mark me. I whimper thinking about his determination. His weapon is firmly pressed against me, and I love it. I love the danger of it. One slip and he would cut me. His cock strokes my g-spot and I shatter around him. He follows with a raspy moan of my name.

He scoops my body off the bed bringing me into the bathroom. He sets me down, turning on the water in the shower. Loki gestures for me to get in and I oblige. The hot spray feels amazing against my sore body. He gets in behind me, pressing me against the glass door. He entwines our fingers bringing our hands to his chest. “Are you alright, darling? I didn’t mean to be so rough.” His lips brush my finger underneath his ring. I can’t help smiling. “I’m fine. Just a little sore.”

He massages my shoulders, working lower down my body. He stops to admire a large bruise on my hip. He drops to his knees, running his hands over my stomach. The stream of water makes his hair a tangled mess, and he’s never looked better. “He kisses above my belly button. One hand brings my leg over his shoulder, the other finds the curve of my ass. He strokes my clit with his nose.

His tongue dips inside me. I squirm against the glass. He smirks against me. “You like this, don’t you? A god on his knees before you.” I moan and he becomes ravenous. He hungrily laps up everything I give him. He squeezes my ass when I chant his name like a prayer. I fall apart for him once again.

Loki washes me from head to toe, taking his time to be careful on the sensitive spots. He takes pauses in between to capture my lips with his. This feels real. It feels natural. I should hate it, but I don’t.

Part Six

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Seven: Meeting Sigyn

A/N: The King and Queen have returned to the capital with Loki's fiance and her parents in tow. The citezens gather in droves to get the first look at the future princess.

We find out Frigga has been busy setting some ground rules for the staff while she was away. And Loki garners some knowledge that he wishes he hadn't.

Word Count: 3400

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Loki being a mama's boy, Frigga being a badass, the Brodinsons having a moment

Chapter Index

The inner palace gates opened, and the carriages rolled in, starting down the long thoroughfare toward the palace. The sound of cheering and screams erupted from the crowd. The royal coaches were first, large gold and gleaming in the sun. They were followed by the carriages of Lord Anderson and his entourage. Less extravagant than the princes were used to seeing. Plain black wood with silver, scrolling hardware. It reminded Loki of the hearses he had seen on Midgard.

‘Fitting,’ Loki thought. ‘A funeral procession. This is surely a sign from the Norns.’

Loki’s head was pounding. The sun was too bright. The crowd was too loud. His collar was too tight. He reached up to tug it down for the hundredth time when Thor’s meaty hand intercepted and smacked him back down again.

“Settle yourself!” Thor whispered to Loki through his tight smile. Thor masked the action by waving to the crowd just beyond the courtyard.

“Have some sympathy, Brother,” Loki whispered through the same forced smile Thor wore.

“You get no more sympathy from me, Brother. This suffering is by your own hand. You are our parents’ problem now. Once I settle your debts from your little excursions, I’m washing my hands of this whole ordeal and forgetting it ever happened.”

“Fair enough.” Loki went to pull at his collar again but thought better of it, lacing his fingers behind his back instead.

As Loki watched the carriages make their way down the long thoroughfare toward the palace, his chest started feeling heavier and heavier. Guilt tugged at his insides. “Thank you, by the way.”

“What?” Loki saw Thor’s composure break for half a second before he affixed the fake smile again.

“I must express my gratitude to you for returning me to the land of the living again. However, living is a loose term in this instance. My guts feel like they are trying to free themselves from my body and my head,” Loki shook his head, “Norns! My head pains something dreadful.”

Thor pulled a genuine smile. “You owe me one. And, it should be noted, for as bad as you feel in this moment, you look a hundred times worse.”

A burst of laughter escaped from Loki’s lips. Thor joined in and slapped a hand on his back. Loki barely kept himself upright under the bulk of Thor’s weighty hand. “Norns,” he whispered. The coaches were near the roundabout at the end of the thoroughfare.

‘Norns, please don’t let me retch again,’

“Thor?”

“I’m here, Loki.” He looked his brother in the eye and left his hand on his back. His fake smile was gone; his blue eyes were soft. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, baby brother.”

Loki let out a shaky breath. He felt tears prick his eyes and quickly blinked them away. A lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed hard. Thor rubbed a small circle on his back, then returned to his regal posture. Loki took a few deep breaths and then mimicked his posture.

The most opulent coach pulled up to the base of the palace steps. The King emerged first. The roar of the crowd almost brought Loki to his knees. Searing white pain exploded in his skull. He forced his eyes to stay open and took quick, shallow breaths waiting for the pain to ebb.

“You’ve got this, Loki. We will be back inside the palace walls in no time now.” Thor whispered as he watched their father help the Queen from the carriage. Another roar as Frigga beamed up at her sons, her relief to finally be home written all over her face.

The royal couple smiled and waved at the crowd as they made their way up the stone steps to the large courtyard where the princes were waiting.

Frigga broke protocol and pulled both of her boys into a firm embrace. “My, how I have missed the two of you!” She pulled back slightly and asked, “Please tell me why you look like you’ve just crawled out of Hel, Loki?”

Loki exhaled slowly through his fake smile. “It is so good to have you back, Mother. I’m just a bit under the weather.”

“I can smell the ale in you, boy! It has saturated you to the bone and escapes from your pores! The oils you bathed in scarcely mask the smell. You dare embarrass yourself and your mother on the day of your betrothal?” Odin’s face was red, and the vein on the side of his head looked fit to burst.

“In my defense, I only learned of your return a few hours ago.”

“Silence! Not another word! If you value your life, you will charm this family to your side.”

“But of course! Why would I not charm this gold-digging shrew of a bride that I do not even want…to…” Loki’s voice trailed off. He had been prepared to unleash all his vitriol regarding the surprise betrothal until he glanced down.

Time came to a screeching halt. The crowd disappeared. The world shrank and collapsed to one point: the woman who stepped out of the coach at the bottom of the stairs. She was exquisite. She was tall, toned, and beautiful. Loki’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Norns…” Thor whispered under his breath.

“You were saying?” Frigga elbowed Loki in his side, and he immediately corrected his posture.

Loki could not respond. He could not think. He could only stare at Sigyn as she waited for her parents at the base of the stairs. She was dressed in forest green silk, a high-neck halter dress that fluttered in layers down her ankles. She wore a copper belt and matching jewelry. Her deep brown hair hung in thick curls down to her waist. Her skin was smooth and sun kissed.

Loki felt his heart thundering in his chest. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure, until she lifted her face to him and gave him the slyest of little smiles, stealing a look at him from under her lashes. Heat pooled in his chest and rose to his cheeks.

Her face was perfect. Large, emerald-green eyes, thick black lashes, high cheekbones, and the most perfectly shaped, pillowy lips Loki had ever seen. Her face, there was beauty there, no question, but there was also something else Loki recognized immediately: mischief.

His breath came out in a whoosh, and he swayed where he stood. His knees became weak and threatened to give out at any moment. Mischief radiated from her. The little smirk on her lips and the glittering glint in her eyes took his breath away. He had never seen the virtue emanate from anyone other than himself.

“She is a gift to you, my son, but I hardly think you deserve her after how you have behaved.” Odin’s voice was faint behind the pounding of Loki’s pulse in his ears. He could not respond. His mouth was dry; his tongue was thick.

‘Mine.’ Loki replied in his mind. Heat pooled in his lower belly. She was a gift for him. He could not wait to touch her. To taste her. He wanted to fall to his knees and worship her right there on the stones in front of the palace.

She smiled a genuine wide smile at the people while she waved. The realm seemed just as enamored with her as Loki. The crowd cheered, shouted, and screamed louder for her than the King and Queen.

‘Mine,’ he thought again as she climbed the stony staircase to meet them.

Odin clasped his hands behind his back as Lord Anderson and his family bowed to the King. “Welcome to my home. Please let me introduce my sons.” As was customary, Thor stepped forward first. “My firstborn and heir to the throne, Thor.” He shook hands with Lord Anderson. “Thor, Lord and Lady Anderson, with their lovely daughter, Sigyn.”

“Your Lordship,” Thor nodded, “My Lady and Lady Sigyn.” Thor took each of the ladies’ hands in turn and kissed the back of each one. “Welcome to the palace. And welcome to the family,” he winked at Sigyn.

“It is an honor to see you again, My Prince. You’ve grown into quite the strapping lad, haven’t you?” Sigyn’s mother patted his bicep through his tunic.

“We’ve met before, Lady Anderson?” Thor raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I do not expect you to remember me. We had a diplomatic visit hundreds of years ago. You were only yea high.” She held her hand out below her hip. “And your brother was still wearing his nappies.” She leaned around Thor to look at Loki, and her smile quickly slipped. “Oh, my. Are you ill, dear?” Sigyn sniggered behind her mother and her maid pinched her elbow to quiet her.

“Please excuse Loki, My Lady.” Frigga stepped up before he could retort. “He-”

“Ah, no need to explain, My Queen.”  Lord Anderson interrupted with a wave of his hand. “I know a hangover when I see one. It appears even princes get pre-wedding jitters.” His belly bounced in amusement. “You see, dearest, the royals are real people. Just like us.”  He gave Sigyn a little prod with his elbow. Lady Anderson clutched her pearls.

“Loki, my second son.” Odin presented him to the family, his face a hard mask.

Loki forced his eyes off Sigyn to meet her parents. He shook hands with Lord Anderson, “My Lord.” He kissed Lady Anderson’s hand, “My Lady.”  He eagerly turned to Sigyn, “My Lady.” He took her hand slowly in his. The gathered crowd cheered.

“It is an honor to meet you, My Prince.” Sigyn bowed into a deep curtsey. Her voice was sultry but feminine. Her warm skin felt like silk on Loki’s fingers as he kissed the back of her hand. Lingering a tad longer than was appropriate, he relished the scent of her skin. She smelled like sunshine and citrus, and he had to force himself to release her. A slight nod was all he could respond to her. He did not yet trust himself to say more.

Odin stepped in between the couple. “Good people of Asgard,” a hush fell over the crowd. “It is my honor to announce the betrothal of our dear Prince Loki,” he took Loki’s hand, “to the Lady Sigyn of Smaragdberg” He took Sigyn’s hand and placed it in Loki’s. “We make this match for the good of the realm and for the good of our family. Please join me in welcoming my future daughter and future Princess of Asgard!” 

The people cheered and applauded. The extreme noise would have done Loki in if he were not fixated on the woman beside him.

‘Mine.’ His mind reminded him.

He could not take his eyes off her as she smiled and waved to the crowd with her free hand. She turned to wave to the other side of the thoroughfare and caught Loki’s eyes on hers.

“Smile and wave, Your Highness,” she whispered through her teeth. She gave Loki’s hand a firm squeeze.

“Pardon?” he asked dumbly, still staring.

“Your people…” she motioned with her eyebrows, “are trying to get your attention.”

“My people?” Loki’s reverie was broken when he heard the chants of his name. “Oh, right.” 

He turned on his most dashing smile and started waving to the people with his free hand. Sigyn giggled, and Loki thought he might melt right into the stone.

“I promise I’m not a moron,” he said to her through his smile.       

“Is that so? You could have fooled me.” She gave his hand another playful squeeze. “Besides, moron or not, it seems that I am stuck with you. I can only pray to the Norns that our children inherit my intellect.”

Loki turned back to see the sly smile that played on her lips. ‘Oh, she is funny,’ Loki thought.

“When I decide to bless you with my heirs, I promise you they will be the cleverest, most handsome children. Just like their father.” Loki watched as her smile widened on her face, and he forgot how to breathe.

“Hmm. We will have to wait and see, I suppose. I hear drinking to excess is not good for virility.”

Loki huffed, “My Lady, I can assure you my-”

“Come! We have had a long journey. Let us get our guests settled in their chambers.”  Frigga said as she clapped her hands, signaling the guards that they were making their way into the palace.

Loki offered Sigyn his arm as they turned and made their way inside. There was a frenzy of people inside the palace. Porters moving trunks, courtiers scrabbling for the King’s attention, servants bustling back and forth.

“We will retire to our chambers and meet for a private dinner in the small dining room. Saving the feast for tomorrow night will give all a chance to recover from the stress of our journey.” Frigga gave Loki a pointed look as she said this, but he did not notice. He did not want to leave Sigyn’s side, yet he did need to get out of his tunic and lay down.

“Until dinner, then?” Loki asked Sigyn as her maids collected her.

She curtsied with a nod, then followed her mother up the marble stairs. Her maids trailed so close behind her that Loki was robbed of the chance to steal a peek at her body from the back.

“Loki will escort me to my chamber.” Frigga motioned for him to follow her. “Thor, you will escort me to dinner. Eight o’clock sharp.”

“Yes, Mother.”  Thor kissed Frigga’s cheek and then threw a wistful look at Loki. “Good luck.” He whispered to his brother as he headed toward his chamber.

Frigga whispered something to the maid at her side. The woman glanced at Loki before she bowed and quickly headed off down the hall. Frigga held her elegant hand out to Loki, and he placed it in the crook of his arm. They walked silently for a moment before Frigga asked, “Do you want to tell me the truth, or do I have to find out on my own?”

Loki drew in a deep breath. “I guess you could say I did not take the news of my betrothal very well. I panicked. I fled from the palace, and I... did not behave in a manner befitting my status.” Loki dared a glance at his mother, expecting disappointment but finding only a stern resolve.

He continued, “If Thor had not found me and dragged me back here…” He shook his head. “I cannot summon my seiðr… Mother, I am sorry. I behaved foolishly.” He stopped and turned to look Frigga in her eyes. “Mother, please, say something.”

“What is done is done. There is only one chance to make a first impression.” Frigga sighed. “I had hoped for a better reception, but part of me had expected some resistance. I can only assume, after seeing your reaction, that you approve of this match?”

“Sigyn is… perfect. She is lovely…” Loki could finally think clearly now that Sigyn was out of his sight.

“But?” Frigga raised her eyebrows.

“…but I do not wish to marry her.” Frigga resumed their walk, a knowing smile on her lips.

“And why is that?”

“Because I do not wish to marry anyone.”

“And why is that?”

“I... I cannot be a good and faithful husband.”

“And why is that?”

Loki sighed, “She did stir feelings in me, Mother, but not the kind you were hoping for. How do I know my interest in her will last beyond the physical?”

“Get to know her, Loki. Give this a fair chance. Make me a promise?”

“What’s that?”

“Promise me you will court her and get to know her. Promise me you will not bed her until you love her, really love her, not just her body. Promise me you will save it for your wedding night.”

“Mother…I…” Loki thought about that for a long moment. “What if I never love her? What if she never loves me?” Loki let out a shaky breath. ‘Could anyone like her love someone like me?’

“Oh, my sweet prince. You are deserving of love.” Frigga replied. Knowing her son so well, she could almost read his mind. “I can call off the wedding if needed.”  Loki looked at her, stunned. “Am I not still Queen of Asgard? Promise me that you will be a perfect gentleman, and truly try and get to know her for one month. At the end of the month, if you honestly feel that I was mistaken, that this is a bad match, I will cancel the wedding and manage fallout.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course, my darling boy. If you keep your promise to me.”

Loki contemplated the proposal for several moments. On the one hand, what could it hurt to humor her? He could try courting the girl. After all, she seemed witty and funny from the few minutes spent with her. A month is a short time. At the end of the month, he could bid her farewell and resume the life he was used to.

On the other hand, did he want to spend all that time with her and not be able to seduce her? To taste her? To see her glorious body lazing on his bed sheets? Loki’s heart sank.

“I cannot seduce her?”

“Loki…”

“What if she seduces me?”

Frigga laughed, “I guess you will have to find some way to resist. Anticipation is part of the thrill.” She wagged her eyebrows at him.

“Mother!”

“What? How do you think you and your brother came into this world? I did not grow you in my vegetable garden.”

“I understand the process, Mother.” Loki shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Your father is an amazing lover. I still find it exceedingly difficult to keep my hands off him.”

“Norns, Mother! Still?” Loki felt his stomach threatening to betray him again.

“Naturally! I am not dead yet. But there is a time and a place for such things. Treat the girl like the Lady that she is. Earn her love and respect. The benefits will far outweigh a few weeks of going without.”

“Wait. Do you want me to abstain, not just from Sigyn, but from anyone? Mother…I-”

Frigga rolled her eyes, “Yes, dear boy, I am asking you to abstain. I assure you that you will survive. I have taken it upon myself to select your new chambermaid, a very devout married woman who will clean your rooms, launder your clothes, and prepare your baths. And that is all she will do. I have warned the staff that anyone caught engaging with you will be escorted from the palace.”

“Mother!”

“Loki, it is only one month. Please spare me your grumblings on the matter. How can you truly get to know the girl if your pursuits are elsewhere?”

Loki thought about this for a moment. “Okay, fine. I promise to keep my hands to myself. I promise to give her a chance. I promise to get to know her as a person.”

“And?”

“And I promise to be as pious as a priest. Now, can we please change the subject?” Loki shuddered.

“Okay. I promise to call off the wedding if you truly feel she is not the one for you.”  She smiled at him like she did when she knew something he did not. “Now, what else did you want to talk about?”

“My seiðr. Why can’t I summon my seiðr?” They stopped directly in front of the double doors to the royal apartment. Two guards were waiting on either side. The maid from earlier was also there holding a small bottle.

“You must have been on the brink, my dear. Your body is using every drop of its energy to keep you alive. Lay off the drink and rest. And here,” she took the bottle from the woman, “drink this.” Loki took the bottle and eyed it suspiciously.

“What is this?”

“A little something to help you feel better. A hangover remedy I used to make for your father. I always keep a bottle on hand, just in case. Drink this and go lie down.”

Loki removed the stopper and downed the whole bottle in two swallows. “That is a good boy.” Frigga took the bottle and gave him a big hug. “Do not be late for dinner!”

“Eight o’clock sharp. I will be there.” He kissed her cheek and made his way back to his chambers. The heat of the potion was already spreading warmth through his body.

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