#Dark's neck tattoos threw me through a loop

[lolabearwrites]

I was going to make this a full body drawing but the art was not art-ing today, anyway! I love these two 🥺❤️❤️

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[dsireland86]

PANIC ATTACK

Noah Sebastian x Reader

I saw this picture and wrote this quick one-shot based on it. Haven't edited it. Fingers crossed it isn't too horrible.

18+ below the cut

Mentions of anxiety/panic attack, smut, language

The moment was too much. I was spinning out of control. Standing in the center, surrounded by the screams and shrieks of so many girls wanting my attention was ripping me apart from the inside out and I was starting to panic. It wasn't I didn't love what I do, it's just that sometimes it all got a little too much and the fog just wouldn't clear up when I needed it to. My chest was tight. My head was spinning. “Try to breathe, try to focus. Relax." Her words filled my head as the tears began to blur my vision. If only I could get through the moment; get through the darkness and find the source of my stability and peace. If I could get through this panic attack and back into her arms, I’d be okay. 

The screams; they were digging into my soul, demanding things from me I couldn’t give. The lights were too bright, pointing out all my flaws that were looking for shelter from the scrutiny, telling me I wasn't cut out for this and that I needed to give it all up. I couldn’t swallow the demons this time. They were overtaking me now. 

The song ended and I pulled my in-ear out while making my way to the back. The pounding pain in my chest was growing, the air becoming less in my lungs as I walked over to a chair to sit down. The muffled voices of my bandmates were vaguely heard as I sat, trying to rid myself of the panic overtaking me. Hands on my knees, I closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through my nose and letting it out slowly. “I don’t have time for this. The pitch was way off. My in-ear piece isn’t balanced. Why are the lights so bright? They aren’t supposed to be that bright. What’s Matt doing up there? He’s supposed to be watching this shit. Why is my head pounding? I feel like I’m going to puke. Fuck. I can’t breathe. My chest hurts.” I threw my hands to my head, squeezing it to rid it of the noise while trying to steady my breathing. But I was failing short. The thoughts wouldn’t turn off, the feelings would stop, and my heart rate increased making my breathing more forced. Fuck. “I don’t need this right now. Get your shit together Davis. Get it together!” I criticize myself over and over. 

“Noah. Noah, hey! Baby, hey, I’m here. Look at me.” She found me. I knew she would. She always heard my heart calling for her. I was safe. “Noah.” Taking my face delicately between her hands, she lifted it, finding my eyes immediately. “Shit, Noah,” she sighed, dropping to her knees before me and wrapping me up tightly in her arms. My head fell to her shoulder and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of the only thing that gave my life meaning. I threw my arms around her, hands pressed flat against the thin black fabric of her tank that barely covered her soft pale skin and revealed the green ivy that ran from one collarbone, up around her shoulder, along the top of her back, down around her other shoulder and stopping at her other collarbone. Many nights we laid naked together, soaked in the glow of the connection and oneness we were building together, and I would trace the vines that wrapped themselves around her with the tip of my finger, feeling the warmth and life of her body. I wanted that right now.

The feeling her hands were giving me as they dragged themselves slowly up and down my back calmed me, soothing my soul and guiding me past the monster that had become too big for me to fight alone. She was my savior; my guiding light in the ocean of his brutal, chaotic darkness. “Just breathe with me, Noah. Just breathe.” Rising to her feet, she threw her legs on either side of my legs, straddling me for a moment before sitting down on my lap and looping her arms around my tattooed neck. I could feel her soft heat pressed tight against my length that, no matter the circumstance, always got hard when she was near me. I grunted while she positioned herself until she was satisfied, bringing her face close to mine. Her cheek brushed over mine, taking on some of the sweat that was dripping from me like rain droplets. That was one thing that never bothered her; how much I’d sweat during shows. She would tell me it only made fucking her easier, especially when we were in a hurry. God what I wouldn’t give to fuck her right now. “Jolly, how much time do we have?” She asked without looking at me, making my heart skip a beat.  A moment passed before Jolly answered. “About eight minutes.” “That’s enough,” she whispered in my ear. Now that I was a little calmer, no longer on the brink of hyperventilating, she got up off me and pulled me to my feet. Taking my hand, she quickly dragged me off towards the back of the venue.

“Where are we going?” I asked, but knowing her, I think I already knew. “I’m taking you to get some release.” My dick twitched beneath my black trousers that were sticky wet with sweat. I stopped, pulling her back, sending her crashing into me. “Right here’s fine,” I clarified, sliding my hand behind her head and pulling her lips into mine and kissing her as if my very existence depended on it. It didn’t take her long to have my pants undone and falling to the floor and my cock that was completely thick and hard for her alone, caught in the grip of her small yet strong hand. She pumped it quickly, back and forth between her vice grip touch. “Fuck, baby,” I breathed, locking her against the wall with both of my arms outstretched and hands press flat against the wall. She continued to work me, sliding her thumb over my sensitive tip and spreading the pre-cum that was seeping out all over. “Oh my god, baby,” I sighed, finally feeling the stress and anxiety roll off my shoulders. My head hung low, loose threads of my hair falling over my eyes as I stared intently and directly into her eyes. “I know you like this,” she confirmed, tightening her grip as I began to thrust hard into her first. “Fuck yeah I like it,” confessing through gritted teeth. She smiled. “I know it was what you needed.” “I just need you.” She grinned licking her lips. “You always have me. Whenever, wherever.”

The way she whispered her words sent ungodly shivers down my spine creating that wildfire desire to claim her right then. “Fuck me,” I growled, taking her by the shoulder. My dick slipped quickly from her hand as I threw her gently over the small table that just happened to be nearby. I took it as a sign. “Bend over and spread your legs,” I ordered, and she willingly complied with a smile, positioning her body in the perfect position. Without a word spoken, I yanked her bottoms down, revealing her small perky ass. I slid my hand over the soft skin, smacking it hard enough to leave my handprint and she squealed, making my throbbing cock twitch, spilling more pre-cum. “You like that didn’t you baby?” She nodded with a whimper. “Yeah, I know you do,” smacking the tender flesh again. “That might leave a mark, but that’s okay. I like marking what’s mine.” This time her whimper turned it into a beautiful moan, making my stomach flutter. “That’s it, princess, fucking moan for me. Tell me how this feels." I bend over her and insert two long fingers at a time inside her soaking wet cunt that was mine.

Fucking her with just my fingers for a few seconds, which pulled more beautiful moans from her, I pulled them out, wiping her juices on my dick. With my hand pressed firmly on the middle of her back, I raised her up just enough until I was aligned perfectly with her opening and entered her, ravaging her pussy like it was my last time. Groaning the moment my cock slipped into her and felt her inner walls rub up against it, I threw my head back and grabbed her hips, guiding her sweet pussy back and forth as I rutted against her walls. “Motherfucker, that’s it baby, cry for me.” Her noises were empowering, melting away every negative feeling. The sound of smacking flesh became the only thing I could hear besides the enticing sounds falling from her lips. “You look so fucking good like this, baby, bent over and vulnerable. Do you have any idea what you do to me? What just the thought of your pussy and how it feels when I slide my dick in and out of it!” I grunted, a deep growl escaping quickly after. “Noah,” she whined, slamming her palms on the table to help brace herself. “Noah, harder,” she panted. “I need you to go harder. Go deeper baby, please,” she begged. I gave her what she begged for. Fucking her a brutal pace, I tore her cunt apart, releasing every anxious feeling, every fucked up thought I had about myself into her and expecting her to take it. “Goddamn you’re fucking take me so good, baby girl,” I growled. Reaching around her front, I wrapped my large hand around her small throat, tightening my grip until her noises came out in only choked sobs. Her arousal soaked my cock buried deep inside her, making it hard to stay in so I wrapped my other arm around her, lifting her and holding her tight in the nook of my arm. The new position had her screaming out my name, and I fucking loved it. “That’s it, princess. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them who fucks you so good.” I released my grip on her throat, letting her head drop. “Fuck, Noah, god please don't stop. I’m almost there,” she panted with a whine. “Use your fingers on that beautiful clit, baby. Help me make you cum.” I took her hand and placed it where I wanted it, locking her fingers with mine as we began to circle her clit that I was dying to have a taste of. “I fucking want you in my mouth,” I told her. “After the show, I’m going to devour your pussy with my mouth until I have you screaming out my name again.” Her whines became short and rapid and her cunt clutched around my aching cock, telling me she was about to cum, and I was more than ready for her to. I was harder than a rock and needed my release now. “Fuck, Noah, f-fuck, fuck,” she screamed. Her body shuddered, proof of the tension leaving her body as she cried out and came undone. I could feel the warmth of her cum spread over my dick, making her wetter than before, but I didn’t stop. I wasn’t going to until I came all over her back. Her body went limp, forcing me to hold her up while continuing to pound into her, grunting more and more as my build up grew closer. “Noah, baby,” she called softly. “Yeah princess,” I answered in between thrusts. “I love you, Noah. You’re stronger than the battle waging inside you. I promise.” Her words hit my heart like the sun bursting through the darkest clouds, brightening my mind and filling my soul with life once again. “I love you too, Princes.” The rawness in my voice matched the desire in my heart, dark and fathomless and so visceral I felt it in my bones. It was her words, spoken in the most compassionate, sympathetic, and sincere way, that finally tipped me over the edge. My hips stuttered, jerking hard and with one last powerful thrust I pulled out of her, growling as I painted the canvas of her back with my cum. My eyes rolled back with relief from the overly needed release. 

I stayed hovered over her for a while, allowing my body to come down from the high. We were both breathless, panting and spent. Kissing her shoulder, I told her to stay put while I went and found something to clean her up with. Once finished and dressed, I pinned her against the wall once more, kissing her luscious lips. “You’re my rock, Princess,” I confessed, caressing her cheek. “You’re the reason I can still do this job.” I pressed my lips to hers again, feeling her smile as her hand made its way to my face. “You’re braver and stronger than you think, Noah. You just don’t realize it.” Her belief in me was incomparable to anything else and gave me strength I didn’t know I needed. “Come on, I have to get you back. Matt’s probably passed out from an anxiety attack himself by now.” I chuckled, taking her hand and following her to the stage.

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

A/N: Thanks everyone for the love on this! This chapter is explicit! 18+ only, please!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 5: Grasshoppers

Vanessa loved St. Patrick’s Day – and so did the city of Chicago.

Getting together with a big group of friends, they planned to head down to watch the river turn green and hit the bars.

Now, she just needed the right outfit.

Carmen was more than happy to help her select. He was sitting comfortably on her bed, watching as she flung things around the room, looking for an outfit that was “cute and green” but “not tacky or cheesy” but “still fun!”

He had already watched as she carefully applied her makeup that morning, a hint of green eye shadow on her big brown eyes.

“Can I?” She asked, holding up a pair of his tube socks as always.

“’Course,” he nodded, all too glad to watch her slide his socks up her bare legs. He did, after all, get to pick her base layer of a dark green pair of panties and matching bra. It was taking everything in him not to drop to his knees in front of her and sink his teeth into her soft skin.

She finally settled on a pair of distressed blue jeans that were artfully tattered with a green v-neck t-shirt and a coordinating zip-up to go over it.

“You’re gonna get cold,” Carmy warned, leaning back on the bed as she disappeared into the bathroom once again.

“That’s what I’ve got you for?” She insisted with a crinkle of his nose.

Truth be told, Carmen was nervous to meet Vanessa’s friends. They were looping up with a group of her college girlfriends and their significant others and he didn’t know how or if he’d fit in, but he’d do anything she asked.

His knee bounced up and down in his own Levi’s. Vanessa gifted him a quality green Henley to wear and a little button that said Kiss Me, I’m Irish. The irony that he, a 100% Italian man had any Irish blood flowing through him, was not lost on Carmen Berzatto.

“I’ll be your Irish,” Vanessa reminded him earlier that week – her mother 100% Irish, while her father was 100% Italian.

“Babe, do you think a little temporary tattoo is too much?” Vanessa called from the bathroom, stepping back into the bedroom. Carmen looked distracted.

“No, go for it,��� he encouraged.

“Can I put one on you?” She asked with a grin.

“Sure, baby,” he smiled ruefully.

“Carm, you can say no!” She threw her head back with a laugh, padding toward him.

He never got used to how beautiful Vanessa was. No matter how many times it happened, it still made him flustered when she walked toward him like that, affection and intent in her eyes.

“Babe, are you nervous?” She asked, perching herself on his lap – his leg that wasn’t bouncing up and down. She slid one arm around his shoulders and placed the other hand on his opposite cheek.

“No,” he replied, but his eyes said otherwise. “…I want your friends to like me,” He admitted quietly.

“They’re gonna love you,” she insisted. “Don’t even think twice about it,” she tugged on his curls, tilting his head back before slanting her mouth over his. He chased after her kiss, hand sliding around to squeeze her ass firmly, making her yelp. “Carmy!” She laughed, “come on, I made some grasshoppers for us to pre-game and they’re waiting in the fridge,” she tugged him off the bed.

Vanessa was right – her friends did like him. In a large group, he had become fast friends with Nick, who owned a bar on State Street, and brought him into the fold quickly.

In fact, Vanessa was starting to think her friends like Carmen more than her – she was thrilled. They’d been dating for about seven months and while he’d met her best friend Gina in passing, this was the first real test.

Now, Carmen was singing along loudly to some song on the loud speakers outside, his arms draped over the shoulders of two other boyfriends in a line of six of them.

“Do you think we should send them home together?” Gina asked, nursing a green ginger ale.

“We’d never get ‘em back,” Vanessa laughed. “How are you feeling?” She asked her best friend, who told her earlier that month she was officially eight weeks pregnant.

“Good, really good,” Gina nodded. “Tony is sick to his stomach, but I’m thriving,” she teased.

“Can’t believe I’m going to be an auntie,” Vanessa’s eyes lit up excitedly.

“You tell your boy?” Gina asked, nodding over to Carmen who was standing patiently as another one of the men folk was doling out shots.

“Not yet,” she shrugged. “I’ll let you all tell the rest of the group.” She explained.

“You look really happy, Ness,” Gina smiled. The brunette’s eyes cut over to Carmen, who was already looking back at her with a gaze that could only be described as lovesick.

“I am,” Vanessa giggled, bounding over to Carm and tossing her arms around his neck. “Hi baby,” she greeted. “Are you having fun?”

“Lots of fun,” Carm nodded, eagerly intercepting her kiss, which was a lot steamier than she’d usually go for in public. But Carmen made her lose her sensibilities and she was officially making out with her boyfriend in a bar.

Before should climb all over him entirely, her best friend’s husband, Tony, cleared his throat.

“Okay, okay, we get it!” He laughed, “Better be careful, Ness, or you’ll end up like G!” He looped his arm around Gina’s shoulders. A few looks of confusion were shared among the group of twelve. “Pregnant!” He announced, causing half the bar to go up in cheers. Vanessa was celebrating with her friends, but Carmen kept a hand on her waist as she chit-chatted away.

He knew it was early, they’d only been together for a short while, but damn he wouldn’t mind at all if Vanessa were the mother of his kids.

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The pair arrived back at Vanessa’s apartment building two hours later, a little drunk, a little cold and extremely horny.

Even in the elevator, Carmen had Vanessa’s legs looped around his waist as they rode up the fourteen floors to her condo. Carmen tried his best to focus, but her hands were everywhere and he was fumbling with the keys to her front door.

“Ness, please, I gotta get –” He grunted, head dropping forward as she rubbed his erection through his jeans, sucking on his pulse point. “Please, baby, I really don’t wanna cum in my pants,” he begged with a pathetic laugh. Vanessa eased up on him just enough for him to get them through the front door and it slammed behind him as he violently kicked it shut.

“You taste like grasshoppers,” she laughed, licking the flavor of the creamy mint off the back of his teeth.

“Want me to find out what you taste like?” He asked, carrying her back toward the bedroom.

“Not right now,” she panted, trying every which way to create some friction between their bodies. “You’re very generous, Carm, but I need your cock inside of me immediately.” She said plainly. Carmen’s face flashed in heat, eyesight blacking out for a moment as he dropped her down on the bed.

It was a race to see who could get their clothes off first, and as she raised her shirt over head, he damn near ripped her jeans off, her body sliding six inches with them. She laughed at her own scream, but it quickly shifted as he palmed his hand over her sex.

Vanessa whined, a soft pant escaping her mouth as she looked up at Carmen with hooded eyes. He was dead serious about finishing before he got inside her and now her blown-out eyes and soft lips were seriously not helping.

“You’re soaked, Ness,” he commented, two fingers easily slipping inside of her, pulling a sob from her lips. “Look at you,” he murmured, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit. He watched her struggle to apply more and more pressure against him.

“Carmen,” she begged, “please.”

“Anything for you,” he insisted, taking his cock in hand and rubbing the blunt head the length of her lips before pressing it painfully slow into her opening. Vanessa whined, eyes rolling back in her head as she stretched around him. Arching her back off the mattress, she could see stars behind her eyes as he stroked all the way in.

“God you’re so big,” she laughed deliriously, effectively squeezing around him in a move that stole the breath from his lungs. “I’m never going to get tired of this.”

“S’not good for my ego when you say stuff like that,” Carmen laughed in disbelief. He pulled out torturously slow, making Vanessa groan helplessly.

“More, more, more,” she begged. Carmen put her out of her misery, setting a pace just below brutal. His eyes were transfixed on her breasts and if he weren’t focused so hard on pounding into her, he’d pay more attention to them.

Vanessa lifted her legs, resting them on Carmen’s shoulders and nearly screamed at the change of the angle. He was hitting spots in her she didn’t know existed.

Carmen was sure he was dead and this was heaven. He watched Vanessa slide a hand down her stomach, parting her lips to reveal her swollen clit. The sounds emanating from the two of them were raunchy as her wetness overtook him. Carmen leaned over her and she cradled his head as she kissed him like the world would end tomorrow morning. Her legs dropped, hooking around his waist and her heels digging into his ass, sprurring him on to go deeper and deeper.

“Jesus fuck,” she whimpered. “I’m gonna cum,” she exhaled directly into his mouth.

“Right behind you,” he grit his teeth, “Wan’ me to pull out?” He asked, a sweat breaking out across his brow.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she threatened. He would have laughed if he didn’t think she’d kill him. A moment later, she seized, squeezing him in a way that he thought would sever his manhood from his body. “Carmen,” she cried, hands desperately clutching him to her as she spasmed, jerking softly. The motion setting him off as she shot deep within her body.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she truly thought she lost consciousness for a moment. Carmen jerked his hips into her two, three times, sweat from his forehead dripping onto her chest.

“Fuck,” he laughed, dropping down to rest on top of her. The weight of his body felt delicious on top of hers after the race they both won. “You are,” he paused, gathering his thoughts which were desperately trying to escape him, “I’m – I,” he stuttered.

“You, too,” she complimented, running her hands through his curls. He barely moved, not to get up, but just to adjust, and her heels dug into him again. “No,” she murmured. “Wanna feel you like this for a minute,” she insisted. Carmen wasn’t going to go against her wishes now, staying lodged deep within her body.

He nuzzled into her breast, lazily circling her nipple with his tongue before sucking it between his lips in earnest. Kissing his way up her chest, he returned to her neck, pressing several kisses just below her ear.

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day,” she grinned.

[irrelevantwriter]

Embracing Misery

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, funny Rio (he got jokes), secret feelings (bc I love to torture my characters)

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Part 3. Rio returns and you decide to take some initiative. 

A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the love and support on these Rio fics! It truly means so much and I am so glad you’re enjoying them. I now bring you part three of a saga that was not at all planned, but has somehow happened anyway. I blame the Rio haze I’m still very much in and my zero chill tendencies. If you guys haven't read parts one and two, then I recommend doing so, for plot purposes. I have some more things planned for this duo so we’ll see what my muse brings. Until then, I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 4 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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It was early.

The house was blessedly quiet while your children stayed at their father’s house for the weekend. You soaked up the stillness of the early morning sun rays and crisp, cool air. They washed over you, as if cleansing what the previous night’s sleep hadn’t. You missed your kids like crazy while they were away, but the mornings alone were priceless. It was a time for you to prepare for the day. A luxury you hadn’t been afforded since before the kids were born. But now...now you got to take it all in. Enjoy the serenity.

Or so you thought.

You tied the sash of your robe as you opened the front door, preparing to grab the morning paper, but as soon as you turned the knob you knew what would be waiting on the other side. Something told you he was there. You didn’t need to look out onto the street to see the familiar sleekness of a dark tinted luxury car. You could feel him. Feel his eyes on you as you bent down to get the paper and turned, leaving the front door wide open.

Rio had been gone for nearly two months. You hadn’t seen or spoken to the man in that long. Not even a text message, though the thought had crossed your mind on more than one occasion. You had no idea where he’d been or what he’d been doing while he was away, but you’d had no choice but to conduct business as usual. Mick had been your contact, times and places for drop-offs exactly as Rio had set them up. It was as if he was still running things from wherever he was. As if he could somehow see you without actually seeing you.

During his time away you’d done nothing but think of when he’d return. You teetered on the edge of worry and longing as your thoughts raced between concern for your boss slash lover to outright arousal. You’d spent more than one night thinking about his hands on your body while yours tried desperately to replicate his touch. It would get the job done, but it was nothing compared to that gentle slide of hand or gravelly voice that sent literal shivers up your spine. Your body had missed him. And you had come to the realization that you did too.

You walked into your kitchen, hearing the click of the front door as he passed through the threshold. You went straight for the humming coffee pot, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet.

“Coffee?” You asked over your shoulder, not at all surprised to hear the shakiness in your voice.

“Sure.”

Your entire body thrummed to life at that solitary sound. You hadn’t even laid eyes on him yet and already your thighs were clenching together. Your nipples hardened against the thin fabric of your tank top, your black robe barely concealing the reaction. You poured the coffee with unsteady hands, preparing yourself to face him once again.

When you turned around, you were greeted with a familiar smirk and a magnificent throat tattoo. A tattoo that you’d missed. He looked exactly the same. Same dark button-up. Same dark jeans. Same intense eyes. Same addictive swagger. It all came together to seduce you into a trance. A trance you’d fallen victim to in the past. It was a fog of uncertainty and lust. It was powerful. Merciless. And you couldn’t stop it from taking you hostage if you tried. So...you embraced it.

You slid the mug of coffee across the kitchen island towards him, a gesture that had you experiencing déjà vu. He accepted it and the sugar you offered. You watched as he dressed his beverage. Two spoonfuls of sugar. No milk or cream. He stirred it and then sipped, nodding in approval at the taste. The entire display was odd...domestic even.

His eyes trailed over your body before coming to rest on your face.

“Did you miss me, mama?” He asked cheekily, white teeth on display. They bit sensually into his bottom lip, the action making warmth seep deep into your bones.

You laughed. You’d missed the banter. Missed his blatant want for you. It was a cruel punishment to take away someone’s drug of choice. Rio just so happened to be yours. And you’d been experiencing withdrawals for the last two months. You desperately needed a hit. Needed something to take the edge off.

“Hardly.” You quipped, smiling so that he could see the lie clearly written on your face.

He only stared back. The action was still unnerving.

You turned to pour your own cup of coffee, feeling his gaze ghost across your back. You busied yourself with adding cream and sugar, the clang of the spoon against ceramic the only sound reverberating throughout the house. You took a few cursory sips, testing the temperature of the liquid. It was hot. Too hot. But you drank it anyway.

Turning around to face Rio once again, you were surprised to find the spot across the island empty. Your eyes darted around the immediate area, catching a glimpse of him lounging on your sofa. The same sofa he’d fucked you against. Along with the kitchen island.

You left your drink behind, bare feet walking with a purpose across the cold wood floors. You rounded the sofa and took him in. One leg was crossed over the other, his mug resting against his knee as he steadied it with one hand. His free arm extended along the back of the couch, taking up a fair amount of space on the piece of furniture.

He was a picture of comfort and ease. Looking as if he belonged there. You supposed in that moment, he did.

You observed him for a long time. Long enough for his face to grow serious as he stared up at you. A myriad of emotions swirled within you. All of them seemed to be conflicting. They pushed and pulled in various directions, telling you what you should do while others persuaded you to do what you wanted to do. In the end none of it mattered. You’d already sold your soul to the devil long before you got into bed with him. It was time to accept that.

You wordlessly reached for his drink, moving the mug onto the coffee table. He let you, uncrossing his legs and watching you with a sharp eye. You grasped for the knot that held your robe together and pulled the two ends apart, feeling the material start to give way. It fell open to reveal the tank top and shorts you wore underneath. It was a far cry from lingerie, but it sent the same message. You wore no bra, an obvious fact as his eyes hungrily took you in. Your shorts were cut high, practically underwear and exposing more leg than you would’ve normally felt comfortable with. The robe fell from your shoulders and into a heap at your feet.

You swallowed, feeling the butterflies in your stomach begin to take flight. You focused on him. You focused on the way he looked at you. And how he made you feel. You let that be your guide as you pulled your top up and over your head. The garment joined the robe on the floor as you moved on to your shorts, pulling them down and letting them slide along your thighs. You were left in your demure cotton panties. You were only slightly embarrassed by their modesty, but Rio showed no inclination that he was put off. In fact, his mouth twitched, his lower half shifting against the couch.

You looped your fingers into the waistband of the cotton and pushed them down, baring yourself completely. He’d never seen you naked. Your previous trysts had been rushed with clothes shifted aside and out of the way in frenzied yearning. It’d never been thought out before. And now, here you were standing naked in your own living room, seducing the man you were sure wanted to kill you about as much as he wanted to fuck you.

It was exhilarating.

“What’re you doing?” Rio rasped, gaze locked with yours. His voice was low and tinged with desire. He looked equal parts amused and perplexed, and the thought of him trying to be a gentleman in your current state of undress only made your need for him strengthen.

“Sshh...” You soothed, stepping between his spread legs and straddling his lap.

His hands immediately gripped around your waist, the touch of his bare flesh against yours sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You kissed him, hands sliding up his chest and resting on the buttons of his shirt. He reciprocated your eagerness, lips moving with yours. Your tongue reached out to taste him and he accepted, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass in approval. Your lower body writhed in his lap, feeling the firm muscle resting beyond his zipper.

You longed to feel his skin against yours. To feel the proof of life beat against your own chest. To feel close to him in a way you hadn’t thus far. Your fingers moved swiftly to grant you the sensation you craved. You unfastened each button, pulling his shirt apart and gliding your palms over the smooth muscle of his chest. His hips thrust up into yours restlessly as you explored his upper body. Your lips had yet to detach from each other, completely lost in reuniting. Your nails lightly grazed down his chest and abdomen, feeling him reciprocate the action by nibbling your lip.

His touch scorched your skin, roaming freely. He cupped your heaving breasts, mouth moving to your neck as he attacked your skin with kisses. You threw your head back in blessed relief and pleasure, finally feeling as if you could breathe again. You maneuvered your hands between your bodies, aiming for his belt buckle. You were impatient. Unable to wait for him to fill you. You’d waited long enough. The abundance of slickness that slid from your walls could attest to that.

“Mmmm...” He growled against your neck when you finally pulled him free, your palm easily smoothing over the hard length. His hips rutted into your touch, his own impatience showing.

You moaned when his lips attached to a nipple and sucked. He tortured you with sensations, bouncing between gentle and unyielding. His mouth was hot and wet against your flesh, encouraging your arousal to new heights. You craved more.

Again you took the initiative and lifted your hips, angling his length to fit against your weeping slit. He pulled away from your chest and took you in, watching as you slowly impaled yourself on his cock. Your lips parted as you engulfed him, your breathing accelerating with every inch he filled you. It’d been too long and your body was taut, clenching around him in such a way that let him know just how much you’d missed his touch.

“Fuck…” He groaned when you finally bottomed out, your thighs flush with his. His fingers gripped your hips, his body completely still and waiting for you to move. His brow was furrowed, his lips pouted as he took in measured breaths. He almost looked in pain as you sat unmoving atop him. The notion pleased you.

You moaned when he shifted, his cock nudging your womb. You couldn’t prolong the torture anymore and began to swirl your hips, your palms flat against his chest. It was a new dynamic for you both. Being able to control the moment with him was not something you were used to. His demanding nature was something you secretly loved, but having him at your mercy like this was so much better. You could see every pass of ecstasy on his face. Feel it in the way he twitched inside you. It was addicting.

His calloused hands massaged your breasts as you rode him, his dark eyes glazed over with lust but still holding you captive. He slid along your walls, stretching and filling you to capacity. You only got wetter at the feel of him, the slickness so overwhelming that he almost fell from your tight clutches. You used his shoulders for leverage as you moved, your pace increasing, desperate to come undone with him.

“Damn...yeah, just like that.” Rio exhaled, hands encouraging your hips to keep their speed.

He licked his lips as you bounced, flesh slapping as you fucked yourself. You watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he sucked his thumb into his mouth and then attached it to your clit, rubbing the swollen flesh in sensual circles. You arched your back and whimpered, feeling the tendrils of climax begin to latch on.

“I’m gonna cum.” You confessed, feeling your skin slicken with perspiration. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he continued his assault on your clit, your teeth biting into your bottom lip to keep the moans at bay.

“Do it, mama.” He throatily demanded, leaving no room for argument.

“C-cum...with me.” You pleaded between breaths. He nipped at the underside of your chin and you swore you could feel his smirk against your flesh.

He didn’t waste another second.

You held on as Rio’s hips met yours, his cock hitting your cervix with a brutality that had you seeing stars. Your muscles spasmed from the inside out, your limbs locking as you came. Your walls clamped around him in stuttering patterns, giving him no other option but to feel it all. You held him to you as you shook, feeling yourself dripping down your thighs and his length. He continued to fuck you through it, his control now waning. He buried his face into your chest and neck, holding you just as tightly as he repeatedly thrust up into you.

“Inside me...please.” You found yourself begging, exhausted from your own euphoria but still wanting to feel him release deep within you. It was a sensation you thrived on. It meant he was real. That he wasn’t a figure in the night or a lone man with a gun. He’d been inside you. Painted your walls in him. Claimed you. And you wanted to feel that for as long as you could.

“You want it?” He grunted against your neck, hands digging so hard into your ass that the area would surely be sore afterwards. It was welcomed after his prolonged absence. Just another clue that he’d been there.

“Please…” You whimpered, uncaring that you sounded so desperate.

He said nothing in return. Only thrust harder as he finally came. He held you still against him, ensuring not a drop of his cum left your joined bodies. You reveled in the warmth that suddenly filled you, spreading your thighs wider across his lap. His teeth dragged along your collarbone, eliciting a shiver from you.

It was quiet for a moment, your labored breathing slowly steadying with the beating of your heart. You were pressed against his bare chest, his hands now smoothing across your flesh rather than gripping it. The sensation nearly put you to sleep.

“So you missed me then?” Rio teased, his voice raspier than normal.

You sat up straight, looking down into his eyes that were glinting back at you with boyish arrogance. You cracked a smile and shook your head.

“I’m not answering that.”

“You didn’t have to, darling.” He whispered, face growing serious as he tenderly shifted the few strands of hair that stuck to your forehead.

Laughter bubbled in your throat suddenly, effectively cutting through the moment. His fingers drifted to your lips, tracing them as you broke into a smile.

“Somethin’ funny?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. His own lips quirked up at the sound of your tired giggles, your body shaking above him.

“We haven’t made it to a bed yet.” You said between laughs, pulling his hand from your mouth and resting it on your cheek instead. You held onto his forearm, the sinewy muscle feeling sturdy under your touch.

“There’s still time.” He retorted with a sly smile, his eyes taking in your face in a careful study. The intensity of it was almost enough to make you feel bashful.

You were lost in the moment, ready to let him take you again when a knock at the front door sounded. You scrambled up, hearing a key in the knob.

“Fucking Paul.” You cursed as you grabbed your discarded robe and hastily tied the sash. “Get dressed.” You ordered Rio, that smug smirk still planted firmly on his lips.

You moved past him and through the dining room to the front door, seeing your ex shuffle through the door with a baseball bag thrown over his shoulder. Your son’s bag. He must’ve forgotten something for his game today.

“You mind?” You snapped at him, throwing a quick glance behind you to ensure he couldn’t see Rio through the entryway.

“Well, I called but you didn’t answer. Figured you were still asleep.” Paul supplied with a nonchalant shrug.

“You couldn’t wait until I actually answered the door instead of using a key? A key I was sure I got back from you.”

He rolled his eyes, not making any move to return the item.

Bastard.

“What’re you doing here, Paul?”

“Anthony forgot his mitt. Needs it for the game today.”

You inwardly rolled your eyes, both at your ex and your son. They were mirror images of each other and that extended to their forgetfulness.

You walked to the entryway bench and lifted the pillow, knowing it would be stuck there because that’s where Anthony always left his gear after a game.

“Here.” You said shortly, thrusting the glove over to him. The sooner he got it, the sooner he’d be gone.

The universe was a cruel bitch though.

A shuffling from behind you pulled both yours and Paul’s attention. You tensed as Rio rounded the corner, clothes neatly tucked back into place. He eyed your ex for a long moment, making both you and Paul uncomfortable.

“I-uh...this-,” You stumbled over your words, at a loss for how to proceed. “He was just checking on some things around the house.” You lamely offered.

“What things?” Paul threw back with a raised brow, obviously not buying your answer.

“Just taking a look at her pipes.” Rio quipped, making you cough.

The air was awkward and tense as the two men sized each other up. You could see the suspicion in Paul’s eyes as he took in Rio’s very notable tattoo. Paul’s gaze flicked to yours, attempting to read your face. You opened your mouth to cut through the silence, but Rio beat you to it.

“I gotta go. I’ll be in touch.” He said, facing you and biting his lip. The action was purposeful. A signal of sorts.

You nodded and crossed your arms, watching with bated breath as he walked past Paul. He stared at the man as if he was a nuisance, giving him a quick once over before chuckling and exiting out the door. You released a sigh of relief once the door latched, your shoulders easing now that he’d left. A wave of disappointment followed. You were hoping to spend more time with him before he ultimately disappeared again. You were sure you’d see him at your next drop off now that he was back, but that was still days away. And you’d be damned if you reached out to the man for anything other than business-related topics.

You’d just have to wait.

“Friend of yours?” Paul interrupted your thoughts, face twisted in disapproval.

“He was here to check the pipes. They were making a weird noise. Wanted to make sure they didn’t freeze over.” You explained, your attitude back in full force.

“Sure.” He replied flatly, eyes belatedly taking in your state of undress. “You should put some decent clothes on when you have strange men in the house.”

The chastising tone of his voice made you see red. It was one of the reasons you’d divorced him. Along with the infidelity. And his tendency to be an egotistical piece of shit. Your reaction was a completely different reaction to Rio’s reprimands. Rio made you feel alive...desired. Paul’s goal was to always control and make you feel less than. He’d lost that fight throughout your marriage, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to do so long after it’d ended.

“You need to go.” You demanded between clenched teeth, opening the door for him and gesturing him out.

He took the hint and walked outside to the porch, shaking his head as he did.

“The kids wanted all of us to go out to dinner. Including Erica.” He said as he turned to face you, hand held to the door that you were ready to slam in his face.

You fought the urge to scoff at the mention of his fiancé and instead nodded, a pleasant smile on your lips and pure hate in your heart.

“Sure. Text me details. I’ve gotta go before this cum running down my leg stains the carpet.”

Paul’s face was priceless. And you had the pleasure of slamming the door in it. You smiled victoriously to yourself. The unexpected visit wasn’t so bad after all.

Your two worlds were getting harder to keep separated. That was apparent after the debacle that just took place. Rio was a significant presence in your life. And it was in more than just a working relationship way. That was obvious now. But were you really ready to let that happen? To let him in? The answer was still no. It would always be no. But sleeping with your boss had to have some benefits. And you were willing to find out exactly what those were. Misery and all.

[graymatters]

Men of Routine

For @drarrymicrofic's prompt, Sunrise. Instead of my usual habit of writing a microfic and expanding later, I took the plunge and wrote 1k off the bat. Hopefully, this one will let me be, instead of haunting me for days (although my tattooed!Draco is shaking his head at me, telling me I don't stand a chance).

Also on AO3.

Every morning, Harry finds Draco in the tattered velvet chair at the front window of Grimmauld Place. On the day Draco moved in, he strode through the front door, boxes and bags levitating neatly behind him. One box, denoted as fragile in a loopy script, fell from the air when Draco caught sight of Harry shrinking the armchair for the trash. “What in Salazar’s name are you doing?” he’d asked, eyes wide in disbelief. “It’s an antique; you can’t just toss it in the bin like a crumpled napkin.”

Draco spent a few days reading up on furniture restoration spells, and before long, the chair was good as new, no longer splitting at the seams and its deep cerulean velvet, smooth and unstained. A couple of decades later, that chair is still a staple of Draco’s morning routine. Occasionally, when he’s feeling a bit prickly, he likes to remind Harry that he almost threw it away.

In the heavy heat of the summers, Draco lounges in his chair and squints at the glare of the rising sun, his hair fluttering in the breeze that pours through the open windows. Under the blanket of winter, he brings a quilt with him, gifted from Molly at his first Weasley Christmas. He dismisses the early morning darkness with a careless Lumos tossed into the corner, and flicks his wrist at the hearth to fill the cracks in the floor with a warm, dry heat.

Some mornings, Draco flips through The Prophet with his ankles crossed properly in front of him; others, he tucks into a muggle novel, his long legs criss-crossed and contorted beneath him. Occasionally, and more often in recent years, he dozes off with his arm tucked under his head, not yet ready to face the day.

Today, he wrinkles his brow at a muggle book about the microbiome, meaningless to Harry, and the early summer sun dusts a pale yellow light over Draco’s fine, gray hair. His thin wire glasses are perched on the bony bridge of his nose as he hunches over the book in his lap. Harry leans over the stair railing, admiring the way the light highlights Draco’s softened cheekbones, and thinks about the other ways Draco has softened over the years.

Harry spots the fading tattoo on Draco’s collarbone, peeking out from his open collar. The inky dragon’s tail flits lazily across his thin, pale skin, occasionally flicking up towards Draco’s neck. Laced with charms, the magical ink is opalescent in the morning light.

Harry smiles at the memory of Draco gripping his hand in the tattoo parlor, knuckles white and jaw stiff, as the artist etched the pearly ink across one of his iridescent scars. “Making lemonade,” he’d gritted out, eyes determined but misty. “It’ll make the scales even shinier.” Harry had rubbed his thumb over the gallop of Draco’s pulse and watched a piece of their ugly past transform into something beautiful, something new.

When the ink was fresh, Draco complained relentlessly about the near-constant tickling sensation as the restless Antipodean Opaleye came to life across his skin. Now, Harry probably notices the little movements more than Draco does, still enraptured by the dragon’s shimmering scales when the sun hits them just right.

A step creaks under his feet as Harry lazes down the rest of the stairs, muffling a yawn and scratching an itch between his shoulder blades. Draco glances up at the sound and unashamedly smooths his gaze over Harry’s body beneath his barely-there pajamas. The cheeky glint in Draco’s eye fades to reluctant amusement when Harry sticks his tongue out for no reason at all.

With an extended hand, Draco offers a sip of coffee from his favorite mug, allowing his fingers to graze Harry’s when he relinquishes the warm cup. Draco’s crow’s feet deepen when he smiles, and, as it does every morning, the sight beckons a pleasant puff of air from Harry’s lungs.

Harry turns the mug in his hands and huffs at the moving picture of his younger self, plastered on the cup, smiling awkwardly and hair wild as ever. It’s one of four in a collection George and Ron released, The Boy Who Lived to Drink. The day the mugs released, Draco had strolled down Diagon, howling and carelessly swinging his shopping bag at his side. “I couldn’t help myself… I’ve bought two of each,” he’d snorted, pulling one of the ridiculous mugs from the bag and admiring the looped photo of Harry trying to look graceful on a broom. “These are so awful, they’re brilliant,” he’d cackled. “Don’t you dare tell the Weasel I’ve said that.”

Harry takes a sip of coffee and swishes the sweet, milky liquid in his mouth before swallowing. “I looked pretty sexy back then, don’t you think?” Harry asks, rotating the cup so Draco can see his image grimace at a camera flash. They both know Harry’s fishing for a compliment. Neither cares.

“I’d argue you’re even sexier, now,” Draco smiles, always with the right answer. He pats Harry on the bum in affirmation, but Harry recognizes the unspoken request for his coffee to be returned. Harry hands the mug over without protest and peers at the open book in Draco’s lap.

“Prevotella, hm?”

“Mm, indeed,” Draco affirms, offering no more. Harry scoffs, and Draco counters, “All right, would you like a lecture on how various gut flora impact the absorption and creation of essential vitamins?”

“I could watch you talk about anything,” Harry smiles, only half-listening as he admires the movement of Draco’s lips.

“Watch does not equal listen,” Draco smirks and tugs at Harry’s wrist. “But I appreciate the effort.”

Harry leans into the pull and captures Draco’s lips in a slow and easy morning kiss, perfect despite their chapped lips and morning breath. Perfect, perhaps, because of them.

“Jam on your toast?” Harry asks as he pulls away, even though he already knows the answer.

“Marmite, if we have any left.” Draco grins, thanks Harry with a peck on the cheek, and tucks his nose back into his book. Harry reaches to thread his fingers through Draco’s hair and presses a kiss to the top of his head. He lingers a moment, grateful for his morning view, and turns to amble towards the kitchen for a cup of English Breakfast and toast.

[mmvalentine]

Of Mermaids and Men pt 1 | Feysand

I got a lovely ask from an anonymous sender requesting a Feysand fic in a mermaids and pirates AU. This is something I would not have thought of myself in a million years, so whoever you are, thank you for this prompt!! Might be a sort of two-shot deal, we'll see how we go.

Feyre had been in this tank for 63 days. She knew this not because the lamps ever turned off or gave her a sense of day or night, not because there was any natural light to indicate what hour of day it might be, not because there was anything at all to mark the passing of time. But because the head scientist walked in every morning and dictated notes to his assistant: "The date is the 22nd of March, in the year of our lord 1705. This is day 63. Subject 104 seen resting on floor of the tank, appears to have eaten the fish we fed it. Mermaid diet apparently indiscriminate."

Feyre hissed at this. She hadn't wanted to eat anything they had given her, but they only fed her every three days and the hunger took over. The scientist raised an eyebrow. "Subject 104 baring teeth, does not seem to be adjusting to new social environment."

What social environment? Feyre thought. She was alone in the tank, and the scientist never addressed her directly.

Once, when she was first caught, the scientist's red headed assistant attempted to communicate with her. He had put a hand up to the glass, and said "Hello mermaid. My name is Lucien, and this is Tamlin."

Feyre had been so scared, and so disoriented that all she could do was swim in circles, looking for an exit.

"Come away from there," the head scientist had said. "Don't bother the subjects, they can't understand you. And besides, you'll ruin the integrity of the experiments."

So Lucien had shot her a sad and sorry glance, and walked away. And no one had spoken to her since.

Of course, Feyre had tried to talk to them. But they didn't understand her, didn't have ears that could hear under water. She gave up eventually, and now spent her days sitting on the floor of the tank and hoping they'd either release her or kill her quickly.

So when the pirates appeared hours after the scientists had left that day, Feyre was more shocked than anyone.

It had started with a grinning face over the top of the tank. Feyre didn't notice at first, but then the head cast a shadow and it was so rare for changes in the light that Feyre looked up. And saw a smiling face, dark hair falling into his eyes and cheekbones as sharp as knives. The face disappeared as fast as it had come, and then before Feyre could wonder who that was, the tank lurched violently to the left.

Feyre put her hands out to catch herself against the glass, and then she was being tipped the other way. She scanned the room, and could now see two very large men, a tall blonde woman, and a short dark haired lady who was standing back and seemed to be directing the whole operation.

They were rocking the tank so they could slide a wooden platform under her, which had small wheels attached to each corner. Then ropes were being thrown around the tank to lash it to the board, and finally the two big men were hauling the ropes over their shoulders. Feyre startled when the first grinning man hopped up onto the platform with her, and braced his arms on the glass.

"Hello darling," he said. "My name is Rhys. What's yours?" Feyre stared into his violet eyes, ringed with dark kohl. He had several gold loops threaded through his ears, and numerous silver rings on his fingers. His loose linen shirt was rolled up at the sleeves to reveal black and orange tattoos up his forearms. "Feyre," she answered him, before she could remember that human ears could not hear her under water.

But Rhys just smiled wider. "Nice to meet you Feyre. We're breaking you out, if that's okay with you." Feyre just gaped at him, and Rhys' eyes turned soft.

"You've been in here a long time, I think. I'm sorry it took us so long to get to you. Tamlin's got more fae in here than we realised." "There are more? I haven't seen anyone." "Yeah everyone's in individual tanks so they can't interact." Rhys looked angry now. "I'd go after him myself, but we have to get you all to safety first. You were the one furthest back, so unfortunately we got to you last."

The wooden board was rolling now, bumpy and uneven. Rhys looked up at the top of the tank, where water was sloshing out from under the lid.

"Where are we going?" Feyre asked. "Well, first we have to get you out of this place. We've drugged the guards so that should be no problem, they haven't bothered us with any of the others. Then we'll split up, Mor and Cassian will take a number of fae back to the forest, some will just fly away, and you we will have to get back to the ocean.

The ocean. The big, wide open space where Feyre could actually move around. She swallowed. Rhys caught the moment, and gave her a small smile.

"Don't worry, Feyre darling. We'll get you home soon." "Who are you all?" Feyre asked. Rhys grinned again. "Pirates," was all he said. And then he had to be quiet as they rounded a corner where there were indeed, guards slumped over in their chairs. Now that they had left the lab, Feyre noticed it was dark, and there were stars out.

"It's a little way out," he said more quietly. "We got horses and a wagon but I'm afraid it's not going to be a particularly comfortable journey for you." "It took two days coming in," Feyre said. Rhys nodded. "We're pretty far from the ocean. I've been tracking Tamlin for a while now, we first noticed him out on the water but we couldn't attack at the time. We're just one measly pirate ship, he was part of a whole fleet. And then we lost him for a bit, when there was a bad storm. Figured he'd headed back to land, but where exactly that was we didn't know. Finally got wind of his laboratory set-up two weeks ago, and have been slowly putting plans together and infiltrating his space ever since."

Feyre wondered how many fae they had rescued. She was just about to ask, when the platform stopped moving. The short haired woman came up to Rhys. "Trouble ahead," she said. "Five new guards, panic is starting because the lab's empty." "Take Mor and Azriel," Rhys said. "Keep them away from us. Cassian and I will get Feyre back to the wagon." Amren nodded once, and then disappeared.

"Sorry dear," Rhys said. "Looks like I'm on hauling duty. I'll keep an eye on you but if you feel the tank slipping you give me a shout okay?" Feyre nodded. Rhys hopped down and took up the rope that the man he called Azriel had abandoned, and they continued pulling the platform away. Behind them, shouts and ringing steel rose up like smoke in the night.

There didn't seem to be any more trouble by the time Cassian and Rhys reached the horses. They let down a ramp and wheeled the platform and tank into the wagon, and covered the whole thing with a sheet of canvas. Feyre had been in a windowless room with the lamps on for two months, and the sudden dark was both a relief, and very frightening.

"Are you okay in there?" Rhys called. "Yes," Feyre said, but her voice shook. "I won't leave you alone," Rhys promised. "We're just waiting for the others to get back."

Sure enough, running footsteps rang out minutes later, and there was hurried movement as they all hauled onto horses and took off at speed. A minute later, the canvas lifted, and Rhys reappeared. The sight of him, even thought Feyre had only just met him, made her heart stop racing quite so painfully fast. Then he slid down into the water with her, and she moved backward in surprise.

Rhys grinned his white grin. "Surprise," he said. His voice was crystal clear underwater, and now she noticed gills flare around his neck. "You..?" "Oh yes, we're all part fae," he said. "We mostly live like humans, and then we found each other and took to the sea instead. Hungry for horizons."

Feyre barely registered what he was saying. Just threw her arms around his neck, and finally let herself cry into his chest. The past two months of being trapped in a tank alone came crashing into her, now that she was finally able to talk to and touch another being. Rhys' arms came up around her, and he stroked her hair as she shook. "It's alright now," he murmured. "It's over. You're going home."

Feyre fell asleep in his embrace.

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Oooh that was fun! I'll finish up this one once I figure out how to do mermaid sex?!! Prompts are such a good game, more please 😍

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[seasonofthewicth]

A Groovy Kind of Love - Chapter 17

AN: Shout out to pink gin and the beach scene from empire of storms for making this chapter happen. Sexual content ahead. 

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The parking garage was quiet and dark as Rowan cut the engine and turned to her. 

The drive home had been a scene straight out of a movie. The windows had been rolled down and the last embers of the summer air had teased her hair as Rowan had driven away from the fading sunset. He had braced one hand on the steering wheel and the other held her own, resting against her thigh with their fingers interlocked. 

Aelin had snapped a photo of him on her phone, his side profile lit up in the fading sunlight, and then tucked it away, knowing she would make it her wallpaper later.

“That was the best kidnapping I’ve ever had,” She told him with a smirk. 

Rowan only shook his head, but Aelin caught the smile threatening to break through his bitten lip. He looked glorious, his skin slightly pink from a day in the sun and his hair mussed from the wind. 

Aelin liked something about the relaxed disarray he wore, it was warm and comfortable, but she couldn’t help noticing the way his rumpled collar exposed the length of his throat, the edge of his collarbone and the beginnings of his tattoo. The sharpness of the black ink against his bronzed skin was enticing and she reached out a finger to lightly trace one of the first lines of script. 

Her fingers traced the curls of the letters, dipping beneath the collar of his shirt and onto his chest. His skin was warm and soft as she explored and his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as she followed the words on his skin. 

“Aelin,” His voice broke the silence, her name almost a plea.

“Sorry,” She said with a mischievous smile, drawing her hand back, but Rowan caught it in his own and pressed a kiss to her fingers. 

“Don’t be.” 

His smile was pure contentment and one Aelin returned easily. Without a second thought Aelin unbuckled her seatbelt and leant across the car to press a kiss to his lips. 

He kissed her back immediately, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek and then sliding further to stroke the space behind her ear with his thumb. Aelin leaned into the touch, gently easing back from the kiss to smile up at him. 

“Thank you.”

The words weren’t enough for the day he had given her.

She pressed a kiss to his lips again, harder this time as his hand slid deeper into her hair. She tilted her head to the side, sinking into the kiss as Rowan took control, parting her lips with his own. 

He still tasted of the chocolate and hazelnut treats they had shared back at the beach and she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, tugging him closer. Rowan mirrored her action, bringing his hand up to rest against her lower back, the pressure of his hand easing her over to him. 

Rowan broke the kiss and Aelin moaned her displeasure until he trailed his mouth down her jawline, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of her neck. 

She groaned at the sensation, the scrape of his teeth against her skin had heat pooling in her core and she tugged his face to hers again, kissing him harder, hotter, faster. Aelin shifted her weight until she was leaning up on the seat and cradling his face up to her own as they kissed. 

She could hear her breathing coming in fast breathless pants, desperate to be closer to him with every sweep of his tongue. 

Rowan’s hand on her lower back slid downwards to slip into the back pocket of her jeans and Aelin gasped at the feeling of his hand spanned across her backside, the warmth of his palm burning through the fabric. 

Aelin sank further into him still, throwing her leg across the centre console of his car until she was perched in his lap. She didn’t care who could walk past and see them-it didn’t matter. She was lost in him and threw herself further into his kiss wanting to be even more so. Rowan’s hand, that had until now been twisted through her hair, trailed a burning path down her body to join his other, flexing his fingers against her in a way that had her rocking her hips down into his own. 

A groan crossed his lips at the motion and his head fell back to rest against the seat. Aelin kissed a path down his neck until she reached the collar of his shirt, still rocking her hips down into his. His hands slipped upwards to rest on her hips, pushing her down to meet him with every roll of her hips and the tips of his fingers slid up above the waistband of her jeans. 

The sensation of his fingers against her skin sparked a frenzy and she began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. She wanted his chest bare against her own. His hands crept up her sides until they teased the underside of her bra and she wanted more. 

Her pace increased as she wrestled with his buttons and she smirked in triumph as she got one undone. She pulled open the top of his shirt to reveal planes of divine golden skin as her elbow hit something hard. 

The car horn jolted her out of her haze of arousal and it stilled Rowan’s hands under her shirt. 

His green eyes blinked open slowly at the interruption as he caught his breath, his chest heaving beneath her fingers. A hazy smile began to tug at the corners of his lips and Aelin ducked her head to his chest, pressing her cheek to the skin to hide her own smile. 

“Oops,” She said innocently. 

It was all Rowan needed before he erupted into laughter. 

It was a sound she didn’t often hear from him, his displays of delight were usually muted smiles and small chuckles with a handful of smug smirks, but his laughter was a wonderful sound. 

Aelin allowed herself to laugh along too, partly at the interruption and also at the image of themselves, making out in his car like a pair of horny teenagers. She remained sprawled across his lap and despite his laughter she could still feel him hard beneath her. She slipped her hands into his shirt and back across his shoulders, allowing herself to feel the planes of his chest as she snuggled deeper into him.

After a moment she felt his laughter diminish as he stilled beneath her and his hands dropped from her chest to rest at her hips. 

“We should head up to the loft,” He said, his voice thick and raspy. 

Aelin lifted her head to kiss him again at the sound, but he saw the gesture coming and ducked to press a kiss to the base of her throat. 

“Come on.” His hands squeezed her hips as he spoke and Aelin was pliant in his arms. 

“Okay,” She murmured, but made no attempt to move from her position atop him. 

“I don’t want to push you off,” Rowan began. 

“So don’t.” Aelin lifted her head to meet his eyes, a challenge dancing across her face. 

Rowan’s head dropped back again to lie against the headrest as he groaned. “Aelin, you’re going to be the death of me.”

He shifted himself beneath her and Aelin leaned into the motion. She wanted to tease him, wanted to work him up the way he stirred something red hot within her. Aelin wanted his heart to pound in his chest at the sight of her the way hers did when she spotted him. 

Rowan squeezed his eyes shut, his head still tilted back in a silent prayer. 

“Aelin. The loft,” He said, unable to string any longer of a sentence together. 

Aelin leaned forwards until her breath was a whisper across his lips. 

“Fine,” She said softly. “Come and get me then.”

-- 

Aelin had all but thrown herself out of the car and sprinted her way across the space to reach the lift leading to the loft. Rowan had chased her, hot on her heels with his hands outstretched reaching for her waist as they ran, but Aelin had managed to twirl away, giggling, and beat him to the doors. 

Once inside he had swiftly jammed the button for their floor and crowded her against the wall, kissing her until she was panting and her back was arching away from the wall as she clung to him. 

She had half a thought to hope none of their neighbours would stumble upon them, or worse any of their roommates, but the thought was quickly swept away as Rowan slid his mouth down the length of her throat. She stamped down the other half of her brain that thought she might quite like being discovered in a position like this with Rowan. 

The image set her blood on fire again.

Aelin managed to keep her hands to herself as Rowan unlocked the door to the loft. She knew if any of their roommates spotted them the game was up, her hair felt like a birds nest and her lips were tingling from the pressure of Rowan’s, and she made an attempt to appear dignified, smoothing a shaky hand over her hair. Rowan’s shirt, only half buttoned, was a lost cause.

The fear of discovery, and the sly smiles she spotted on Rowan’s face, were reminiscent of the years she would sneak back into her parent’s house after spending nights in the park playing spin the bottle with Lysandra and some of the other kids from their school. 

There were differences of course. Rowan couldn’t be compared to those teenage boys she used to spend her time with and she knew this night would have a completely different ending to the unsatisfying and unsure kisses of her past. 

“It could be pretty useful,” She said with a glance to Rowan as they made their way quickly across the loft. “Our rooms being on this side of the loft.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Aelin smiled as they came to a stop outside their bedroom doors. She reached up to loop her arms around his neck and Rowan’s hands came up to rest comfortably at her waist. “The rest of the loft don’t come down here. It’s only me and you.”

Rowan’s fingers flexed at her waist and he tilted his head to the side, taking in not only her words, but the presumptuous smirk she wore. “And that’s what we need? Privacy?”

Aelin licked her bottom lip as she considered him. “Definitely. We’re all in, right?”

Rowan leaned down to brush his lips against her own and Aelin smiled into the kiss. “All in,” He told her, his lips moving against her own. 

The touch was brief, soft and delicate, as Rowan smiled against her mouth. This was what she had been waiting for, all these months since moving into the loft. 

She hadn’t ever entertained the possibility of something like this resulting from her moving into the spare room in her cousin’s apartment, she had been too caught up in the loss of Arobynn and her job and the utter desolation she felt to even consider the three relative strangers that occupied the other rooms in the loft. 

The day she had wandered up to the loft and been met at the door by Rowan felt like a million years ago now, and she and Rowan had become something unexpected, but something brilliant. When she first moved in Rowan had still been worried about seeing Lyria. Gods, she couldn’t help her laugh at the thought. 

He paused his kiss against her lips and moved to nuzzle her neck. 

“Where’s your head at?” He asked, so carefully trying to muster a calm into his voice. Aelin smiled again. 

“My head is wondering whether we should go to your place or mine.”

She could feel Rowan’s smirk against her neck. “Mine’s closer.” He nipped the skin of her throat with his teeth and pulled her back into his bedroom before slamming the door tightly shut behind them. 

Rowan didn’t waste time before slanting his lips over her own. Aelin kissed him back enthusiastically, twisting her hands through the soft strands of his silver hair as she backed up until her knees hit the edge of his bed. 

Her fingers were hurried but steady as she fought the buttons of Rowan’s shirt for a second time. This time she was victorious, and Aelin yanked the material off his shoulders revealing a broad expanse of toned chest. 

Aelin broke the kiss to glance down at the newly revealed skin. She was helplessly into his tattoo. It stretched across the toned planes of his upper chest and down one of his sculpted biceps. The muscles tensed as she placed a flat palm against the upper left of his chest, covering the swirls of dark ink. 

Rowan’s hand came up to cover her own, before lifting it and pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles. “Your turn.” He grinned at her as he dropped her hand to peel her shirt off. 

His gaze grew heavier as he took in the newly revealed skin and his hands skimmed her sides, sparking shivers across her skin. 

Aelin lifted her hands to unclasp her bra but Rowan’s voice halted her. 

“Let me,” He said with a bite to her bottom lip. 

Aelin surrendered herself and allowed her eyes to flutter shut and Rowan released the clasp and dragged the straps down her arms, his motion torturously slow as he trailed his fingers over her skin before throwing the bra across the room. 

Aelin’s eyes snapped open as he cupped a breast in his palm, his thumb flicking over a nipple. 

“You’re beautiful.” Rowan’s voice was hoarse. His eyes roving over her skin as his teeth worked his bottom lip. 

She preened at his words, her head ducking to the side to fight her blush.

“I know,” Aelin said with a grin as she dropped her hands to his belt. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

She caught the huff of Rowan’s laugh before he kissed her again, his tongue delving deep and twisting something deep inside her. 

Her skin was both pebbled by his touch and burning red as he continued his motions against her breast, squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb. She pushed her chest up into his touch and his touch grew firmer and more demanding, flicking his fingers against her peaked flesh and sending heat directly into her core as he reached a hand down to grab her ass. 

Aelin moaned. His fingers were godly and she needed more. She dropped out of his touch and onto his bed, relishing in the soft cotton against her back but missing Rowan’s hands on her body already. 

Rowan watched her every movement with a focus akin to a hawk. His eyes catalogued every inch of her skin, darting up to her face and down her chest and lower where her hands paused at the button of her jeans.

“You want to do these honours too?” She asked with a raised brow. 

“With pleasure.” 

His voice was low and curled another flicker of heat deep within her. 

He kicked off his own jeans before peeling hers carefully down her legs. He held her ankle delicately before pressing a soft kiss to the bone. Aelin lifted her hands above her head and lay back to watch, biting her lip to suppress her smile. 

Rowan peppered kisses down the length of her leg, incorporating the occasional scrape of his teeth across her skin.

Aelin hadn’t known it possible to burn this hot, her skin was flushed and her mouth lay open, gasping any breaths she could as Rowan smirked up at her from between her legs, the leg he had kissed thrown over his shoulder.

Her breathing was too loud and she was struggling to keep her hips against his bed. Rowan lifted a hand, just as he came to hover just over the apex of her thighs, and pinned her hips to the bed and oh, gods-

He kept eye contact with her as he slowly pressed one sweet kiss to her center, watching her, and making sure she was watching him, before tugging her underwear down over her hips. Aelin took a deep breath, fighting to keep her eyes open against the anticipation of what she knew was to come. 

She arched off the bed at the first touch of his tongue. He devoured her without hesitation, tasting her with fast strokes that brought her close to a haze of euphoria before pulling back to press hot and wet kisses to her hips when she came close to her release. Aelin gripped her fingers through his hair to pull him back to where she needed him most and he hummed a laugh against her at her enthusiasm. The vibration through her core set her skin aflame.

Aelin knew a half conscious stream of babbling curses were falling out of her mouth but she didn’t care. 

“Please,” She whimpered and her toes curled as she felt him smirk against her. “Please, Rowan.”

He pulled back as far as her hands would allow to glance up at her. “If I knew this was all I had to do to get some manners out of you I would have done it a long time ago.”

Aelin groaned but the sound morphed into a gasp as he brought his mouth back down to her and lifted a hand to join. The feeling of his tongue against her and his fingers inside her lifted her up to her peak, working her higher and higher, until finally release barrelled through her with a cry of his name. “Rowan.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and her legs together, trapping him between her thighs as she came. 

It took her a moment to land back down on earth, and as her eyes fluttered open she saw Rowan grinning darkly up at her. 

“Come here,” She whispered as she released her grip around him and tugged his mouth back up to hers. 

The taste of herself on his tongue was enough to reignite the fire in her veins and as Rowan settled into the space between her legs, lining himself up to grind into her, she tipped her head back in a gasp. 

His hand dropped back down to play with her again gently and she moaned as she pushed at his boxers with a hand. She couldn’t form sentences, could only produce gasped moans and wild gestures. 

Rowan pulled back for a second to sling his boxers into the corner of the room and Aelin allowed herself to take in the magnificence of his body. Endless stretches of toned muscle covered in golden skin and a splattering of pale silver hair. Her mouth went dry at the sight. 

Aelin raised herself up on her elbows as she took him in. 

“Rowan.” Was all she whispered. 

It took Rowan only a second to settle over her again and slot his lips to hers. The kiss was filthy, all scraping of teeth against lips and battles of tongues. Aelin was desperate for him. 

She reached a hand in between their bodies, marvelling in the inches of soft skin, before wrapping a hand around the length of him. Rowan broke the kiss with a choked moan. 

“Aelin.” His hips stuttered into her hand as she crossed her thumb over the tip. 

Aelin relished in the sharp gasps and low moans he made into her neck as she worked her hand and she knew the smile she pressed into the side of his neck was wicked. She was proud of herself for drawing such noises out of him. 

Before long his hips increased their pace and he pulled back to kiss her hard. 

“Condom?” She asked between breathy kisses. 

“In the drawer.”

Rowan stretched his arm past her head to retrieve the small foil package. Aelin took it from him as her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip. Rowan pressed his face into her neck as she rolled it on and she pumped her hand a couple of times, relishing in the stutter of his hips against her, before pulling back to kiss him again. 

Their kiss slowed as she took her time to taste him, slowly rolling her tongue and hips against him and losing herself to the moment. This was Rowan, and the feeling of their bodies against each other was exquisite, but she loved the tenderness between them more. 

He towered over her usually but as they lay tangled on his bed they were eye to eye. Every glance between them was passionate and intense but reassuring. She felt safe under him, and that meant more than she could express with words. She lifted a hand to his face and pressed a soft lingering kiss to his lips. 

“I’m all in.” 

They hadn’t explicitly stated the terms of whatever it was between them, but she knew he read the wealth her words held. 

“All in,” He said with a nod before pressing into her slowly. 

He rolled his hips slowly as she adjusted, whispering promises of adoration against her skin as she gasped. Gorgeous, perfect, so good. Soon his pace sped up and Aelin blinked her eyes open as he wrapped an arm around her waist, adjusting the angle as he thrusted into her. 

Aelin dug her fingernails into his shoulders, needing something to ground her in the sensations rushing over her skin and flooding inside her. She was lost in Rowan, he was lost in her, and it was more than perfect. 

She met his mouth in a messy kiss as his pace increased. She barely heard her mewling cries and Rowan’s laboured breaths over the pounding in her ears. 

“Rowan,” She moaned his name unashamedly as the wave within her built to a peak. 

“Aelin.” He sunk his teeth into the flesh of her neck as he came and the sensation sent sparks through her body as the wave crashed around her. 

It took her a moment to reel herself and climb back down from her high. She knew her heart was racing and her breaths were hurried but she barely registered it, lost to the euphoria.

The soft kisses Rowan peppered across her skin as she came down were delightful and she knew without opening her eyes that he was smiling. She was too. 

Something between them had settled and she stroked the back of his head as he pulled out of her. Her eyes fluttered open as he pressed a final kiss to her lips. Aelin kissed him back gently but the kiss was broken by her smile. 

“I agree.” She smiled at his confusion. 

“With what?” He asked, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him until she was lounging across his chest. 

“We should have done that a long time ago.” 

He kissed the smug smirk off her face. 

-- 

Aelin’s bed remained unused for the rest of the week. 

Rowan had enjoyed taking his time to thoroughly get to know Aelin’s body. He loved coaxing each and every single noise he could from her throat, and rejoiced each time a new one was discovered. 

One in particular he had enjoyed was a soft cry when he had flicked his tongue just so against her as his fingers pressed inside her-he hadn’t been able to banish that sound from his head for a few days. It had haunted him in the shower when Aelin was at work for almost as long.

He had barely been able to walk around without a smile in the days since their date, and Lorcan and Fenrys had both repeatedly been shooting him confused and questioning expressions. He didn’t bother explaining, it would probably result in some level of easy mockery and they’d no doubt find out soon enough.

The level of secrecy within the loft was low, he still didn’t know how Aedion and Lysandra had kept their secret from Aelin for so long, and he doubted himself and Aelin would stay secret for long. Especially when Rowan himself had confessed to Aedion and Fenrys had made any number of comments betraying his insight to the situation. 

There was also the fact that Aelin’s room had been obviously empty for days. Someone would cotton on soon, but until then, Rowan was enjoying himself. And the peace he and Aelin had eased into. 

He had left her with a kiss when he headed to his shift, he didn’t know how he had managed to pull himself away, but here he was. Pulling cool pints for strangers while Aelin remained at the loft. Likely in the oversized t-shirt he had left her in. 

Gods, the image of her in his clothes sent a jolt through him. The gold of her hair against the green of the cotton, the hem barely covering her underwear that it had taken all of his self control not to peel off. 

Out of the corner he saw Malakai throwing him a weird look. He subtly adjusted his trousers and turned to the older male. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

“Yes,” Rowan said plainly, hoping the other man wouldn’t ask him to expand. Rowan doubted he would be interested in Rowan’s inner monologue about Aelin and the image of the miles of exposed skin he had been left with; Malakai’s husband, Emrys, couldn’t look any less like Aelin if he tried. 

Malakai only tilted his head, the sprinkles of grey through his dark hair shining in the fluorescent lights of the bar. He slung the rag in his hand over his shoulder and crossed his arms as he turned to face Rowan fully. 

“Have you thought anymore about what we discussed?”

Gods, not this again. 

“No, not yet. I will get back to you.”

He’d give his whole shift's worth of tips to have a customer turn up and bring this conversation to an end. 

Malakai nodded slowly. “Alright, I need an answer soon though.”

“I know,” Rowan said, still glancing around the bar. 

“I think you should consider it,” Malakai began, bringing up the argument Rowan had heard before. 

“I will.”

Rowan had never been so glad for the sight of his dark haired roommate as Lorcan plopped himself down at the bar in front of Rowan. He’d also probably never jumped to get his friend a beer so quickly. 

“What was that about?” Lorcan asked as Malakai wandered over to the other end of the bar without another word. 

“Nothing,” Rowan dismissed the thought and Lorcan narrowed his eyes before ultimately deciding it wasn’t worth it. 

“I need to ask you something.”

Rowan barely held back a wince. “What?”

“I need help to plan a date.”

Rowan thought his eyebrows could very well have hit his hairline. 

“With the captain?”

Lorcan nodded and Rowan tucked that piece of information away for later. 

“And you came to me?” The scepticism was clear in his voice. 

“I can go somewhere else and leave you to whatever conversation I interrupted,” Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Or you can tell me what you did with Galathynius.” 

Rowan couldn’t help the smug smirk at Lorcan’s words. It seemed the secret was already spreading.

His friend swung a punch to his bicep, slightly too hard to be completely a joke. “The date you bastard. I know perfectly well how to do the rest.”

-- 

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Bodyguard (Tattooed!Hak x Shy!Reader) Modern AU

Warning: Borderline 18+ content and steamy session at the end. Let's just say Hak's not okay with just being your bodyguard anymore after he sees you getting hit on by some guy.

You pranced up and down the grocery aisles, wrap skirt flowing behind you as you tossed various items into the shopping cart. The blouse you had worn earlier for work was much fancier than necessary for a simple trip to the store, but you didn't notice, mind taken up by a certain someone.

A huge, easy on the eyes, incredibly strong man with broad shoulders and intricate tattoos adorning his sculpted body who was dubbed the Dark Dragon by the surrounding towns.

Hak was gentle when he asked if it was okay that he leave your side to go find some pads for Ayame, one of his cousins. She needed more for her monthly cycle coming up and didn't trust Tae-woo and Han-dae to get it for her without practically buying the whole entire store in the process.

Her boyfriend, Saki, was still recovering from a gunshot wound he had gotten in a shooting last month and was bedridden for the time being. So Hak, being the only option left, offered to spare her the trouble.

He was more concerned than you think he should've been when he asked permission to leave your side for a second while he went to go get some. Having trained you himself, you were more than capable being left by yourself for a little while.

As much as you enjoyed the company, you did like your alone time.

And you haven't had much of it since he decided to attach himself to your side. Usually, you liked to grocery shop alone but this time your bodyguard had insisted on coming with.

Originally, he was appointed your bodyguard by Mundok, one of the heads of the Dragons when your father's small restaurant was trashed one night. You had gotten caught in the crossfire and was badly beaten up when the mysterious gangsters came to your rescue.

They fought for freedom and ensured the citizens' rights. They were really vigilantes, but it didn't sound as intimidating to their enemies as a mafia did.

Using it as a front, they were swift and decisive when it came to matters on their territory, nicknamed the Five Quadrants, run by the Dragons, five men who had extraordinary strength.

You knew you would've been killed that night if they didn't come when they did. You owed them your life.

In response, the retired general had entrusted your safety to his grandson, Hak.

Biting your lip as you browsed the crackers to find the one that he liked the most, you tapped a finger to your chin thoughtfully, not finding it among the many varieties. He didn't like you buying stuff for him but you found it handy to have some food on hand specifically for him since he was practically with you all day and night unless he had an errand to run for the old man.

You were head over heels for him. And it didn't help that he was so caring underneath that indifferent façade of his.

You had seen him help people without hesitation and even adopt a stray kitten on a whim. When people were in trouble, he was there. His heart was bigger than most you've seen and was all in when it came to his family and friends. He had some serious ink decorating his body that most people found intimidating but you knew what a softie he was inside.

He didn't fool you for a second.

An admirable quality, that's for sure... You mused, laughing to yourself as you finally found what you were looking for.

Hopping up and down in an attempt to reach the colorful package on the top shelf, your mouth twisted down in a frown when your fingers didn't even come close to reaching it.

"Here, let me help with that."

Your eyes shot open wide as a touch you didn't register as familiar gripped your waist, hoisting you up without a second thought. Fumbling for the package so that he would put you down quickly, you yelped when you missed and ended up knocking a whole bunch of them down.

The stranger holding you up didn't flinch as they rained down on him, setting you down carefully after the storm of crackers had ended.

Brushing back the hair that had fallen into your eyes, you looked up at the person who had so kindly helped you.

He was taller than you, with dyed red hair that somehow suited him. He hadn't let go of you yet and you cleared your throat uncomfortably, trying to put some space between you.

"Oh!! Sorry," He rubbed the back of his neck apologetically. "I'm Kyron."

You smiled at him, grateful for the assistance he had provided you. "Thank you for your help, Kyron."

He smirked at your timid voice and took your hand, kissing the back of it and making your cheeks flame up. "Of course, m'lady. It's my pleasure."

You took a step back as he advanced, swallowing when he backed you into the shelving.

"You are so beautiful. May I know your name?" He asked seductively.

Before you could speak a word, your hand was released and you were being pulled back into a broad chest. Squeaking in surprise when you lost your footing only to be steadied by strong arms looping around your waist, you glanced up to find your furious bodyguard glaring at Kyron.

"H-Hak?!"

Kryon's eyes widened in fear as he took in the dark tattoos swirling around his bulging muscles, his chest about to rip the sleeveless hoodie he was wearing. You didn't move as Hak stared him down with daggers in his eyes. The guy swallowed nervously before backing away, turning tail to run off.

The excuse on the tip of your tongue faded as you faced him, cheeks reddening at his proximity as he stuck his face close to yours.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, cobalt eyes scorching yours in search of a lie as you shook your head no. "Did he touch you?"

"Nothing like that." You said quietly but with certainty.

He released a heavy sigh, tinged with relief. Taking the crackers from you and putting the ones that fell back where they belonged, he took your hand to ensure you wouldn't be touched by someone else again.

The raid on the shop had you wary around strangers more than usual and even though a few months had passed since then, he didn't want to take any chances.

Tossing the pads for Ayame in the cart along with the snacks, he pushed the cart to the checkout lane, paying for all the items despite your protests.

"You didn't have to do that!!" You exclaimed as you both walked to your car.

Sure the job you had didn't pay a ton but you still could afford the necessities. You felt bad every time he pitched in to help you financially since it was pretty often but he always convinced you that he liked to take care of you.

He helped put everything away in the trunk, catching your hand as you moved to roll the cart in one of the outdoor pens.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Hak questioned lowly, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, to put away the cart." You said meekly, shrinking under his steely gaze. "It's just over there."

"It's dark." He stated matter-of-factly, grip gentle but firm around your wrist. "You're not going anywhere off on your own."

"Hak~" You whined childishly. "I'm not a kid, it's like ten feet away."

He ran a hand through his hair, slamming the trunk close. Last time he had left you alone for a few minutes and you got hit on by some guy with weak shoulders. There was no way he was letting you out of his sight for the rest of the night.

"It's still too far..." He muttered under his breath, making you giggle.

"Come on," You urged quietly, suppressing the blush that wanted to rise to your face as he peered at you. "Let's go home."

Ten minutes later, you arrived in your apartment. You had barely stepped foot in the doorway when you were being shoved against the wall. Hak kicked the door closed with his foot, dropping the groceries carelessly on the ground as he pinned to you the wall with your wrists above your head.

You gulped, not recognizing the predatory look in his eyes.

"Tell me this isn't okay." He murmured deeply, tipping your chin up to look at him as his other hand held your wrists captive. "Tell me to stop and I will."

All words dried up. You couldn't say anything. He released your wrists and took a step back.

"I'm not doing anything until you give me your consent." He declared firmly, backing away until he was leaning against the opposite wall. "Once you admit your feelings and decide to acknowledge how much you've been looking at me, Princess..."

His eyes darkened with lust.

"Then Daddy will take care of you."

A week had passed. And then another. And then another.

After you had put away the food and gave the products to Ayame for her cycle the next time she came to visit, you had put it in the back of your mind.

But you hadn't forgotten his words, the promise behind them. You were just too scared to act on your feelings. Hands shaking as you cut vegetables for tonight's dinner, you tried to quell your racing heart but to no avail. You were a goner and you knew it as well as he did.

So why couldn't you let it happen?

Easy. You knew he was under assignment. He wasn't really attracted to you, it was just all part of the job. Your mind played tricks on you, convincing you that he didn't really care and that he would leave once his job was done.

But your heart was stronger.

Throwing down the knife on the cutting board, you hastily wiped your hands on your apron, yanking it off to pitch in the general direction of the kitchen chairs as you sped to the guest bedroom where he was napping.

Not even bothering to knock, you threw open the door, cheeks flushed with exertion.

The sight stole the air out of your lungs.

Hak was laying down on the middle of the bed with an arm thrown over his eyes.

And he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He didn't acknowledge your presence and you approached him cautiously. It wouldn't be the first time he tricked you into thinking he was asleep when he really wasn't.

Sitting down carefully on the edge of the bed so that you didn't touch him, you gazed down at him softly.

Now so close to him, you wondered if you had made a mistake.

Eyes flitting around, you shot up to your feet and headed for the door. You hadn't even taken two steps when you were being tossed on the bed.

Gasping as your body bounced when it hit the mattress, your breath caught in your throat when your bodyguard loomed over you, very much awake.

"Hak..."

His muscles flexed as he braced himself over you, strong arms caging you underneath him without a second thought. You ran your fingers over his bare chest, flushing at how well defined it was.

"Have you made up your mind, Princess?" He murmured in your ear as he traced your jaw with his forefinger, shivering at your feather-light touch. "Or are we going to keep pretending that I don't notice how you undress me with those pretty eyes of yours every time I pass by you?"

He cursed as you bit your lip, suppressing the urge to take you right then in there. You were so cute, so pure, so innocent. He wanted to see your face contort in pleasure and hear the sounds you would make when as you hit your high.

He wanted it so badly.

"Tell me now." Hak demanded, never breaking eye contact with you.

You were still unsure, worried about what the future held but knew what you wanted in that moment.

Biting your lip, you mumbled, "You, Hak."

He didn't need anything else after that. Having your permission, he slammed his lips on yours. You squeaked in surprise at the passionate attack, timidly moving your lips with his. He parted from you to let you breathe, pupils blown wide with lust.

"Was that your first kiss, Princess?" He remarked, tongue darting out to wet his lips and practically groaned at your intoxicating taste.

Pouting, you flushed bright red and he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you again. You mewled in his mouth as he aggressively kissed you, arching your back as he moved to trail along your jawline and suckled on your neck.

Stammering out his name as he pressed his body into yours causing you to sink into the mattress, you flattened your hands against his defined chest when he found what he was looking for.

You keened as he found your sweet spot with uncanny ease, squirming beneath him at the heat that pooled between your legs.

Hak growled against the hollow of your throat, biting and sucking on that spot until he was satisfied with the purple mark that splotched against the pale skin.

"Hak... wait!!" You cried out as he traveled further down. "Just how far are you going to go?"

He grinned, sending another wave of arousal down to your center. Shifting up to meet your soft lips again, he murmured,

"As far as you want me to go. I've been yours since day one, Princess."

He stroked your face gently, pressing his forehead against yours lovingly.

"I don't mind waiting if it's for you."

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Too Late To Turn Back Now - Eight

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

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Lorcan was the first to wake. He yawned, turning his head from where it was buried in the crook of Elide’s neck to look outside at the sunny skies. Only a few fluffy clouds dotted the blue expanse.

He looked back at the bed, looking at how they were tangled together in a comfortable mess. They were both on their stomachs, Elide sprawled out half-beneath him, one of his legs slotted between hers. Her arms were tightly wrapped around a pillow and she had the most adorable scrunch on her brow, her full lips twisted into a pout when he moved and the duvet shifted. Goose flesh erupted over her bare skin and he leaned down, brushing his lips over her tattoo. 

Elide hummed softly, smiling as he chuckled dryly and continued, not one to deny her a single pleasure. 

Slowly, he moved up the curve of her shoulder, his lips softly drawing her from her deep slumber. Lorcan knew she was awake by the time his teeth grazed against her jaw, but she let him be as he continued his path. He pulled back, smiling at her whine of protest that he quickly soothed by pressing his lips to the head of her inked wyvern

She hummed again and twisted beneath him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “It’s sunny,” she whispered, pulling back to look him in the eye, her thumb stroking over his cheekbone. 

Lorcan rose a brow, “It seems we have a detective in our midst. Tell me, princess, how did you deduce that?” 

“I’m a gal of many talents,” she whispered with a hoarse voice, shifting beneath him and wrapping her legs around his waist as she looped her arms around his neck. Lorcan smiled and tilted her chin up, kissing her again.

A needy sound formed in her throat and Elide deepened the embrace, not satisfied until he gave into her borderline desperation. She craved him, like nothing she’d ever felt before, a yearning that was hardly satiated even with him in her arms. 

It seemed as though Lorcan felt the same as he started to move down her body, his destination clear. Only, they were interrupted by the growling of her stomach and he laughed, propping himself above her. “You hungry?” 

Lorcan caught the wicked glint in her eyes too late before she was expertly flipping them and bracing her hands against his chest. “For food, El.” 

She just winked and lowered herself, skipping his lips and trailing hers down his jaw and throat, her hands travelling over his sides. He sucked in a breath when her nails scraped over his ribs and she moved lower, kneeling between his legs. “Princess,” he ground out, his hands fisted in the sheets. 

“Yes?” she asked him, making her slender eyes wide and innocent. 

“Stop being distracting.” 

“Why?” Fuck her for pouting, that was a dirty move. And wrapping her hand around him, that was just cruel.

“Elide,” he panted, locking his jaw as she trailed her tongue over the tendril of ink that crept over his hip and connected to the artwork on his back. 

There was more than a little smugness in her eyes and voice, “Use your words, baby.” 

“We have to…” Lorcan trailed off, suddenly very unable to figure out why he was debating this. 

“Are you saying no?” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Half an hour later, a satisfied Lorcan was shaking his head as a cocky Elide threw him a saucy smirk over her shoulder and practically skipped down the hall, her happy laughter echoing through the house. 

Elide was wearing a pair of his boxers and an old hockey jersey of his from highschool, one of the sleeves slipping down her shoulder while he was clad in his classic low-slung sweats and nothing else. 

The kitchen was empty when they got there and he nudged her to a barstool while he got their food ready. Someone had already been up and filled the coffee pot, so as Lorcan gathered the necessary ingredients, Elide poured them mugfulls and put his down on the counter next to him. She rose to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and spun away before he could wrap his arms around her. 

Lorcan focused back on the waffle batter and he swore, he tried to pay attention, he really did, but then music started playing and Elide was dancing, her hips swaying hypnotizingly to the beat. 

She was so caught up in her sultry dance that she didn’t notice she’d danced herself to him, bumping into Lorcan and startling. Before she could evade his grasp again, he gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, “You said you couldn’t dance.” 

Elide smiled and put her coffee down, twisting to face him, “Mm, I don’t know how to do ballroom dancing.” 

“You’ve been holding out on me, Lochan,” he said, teasing as he faked a glare down at her. 

Shrugging, she turned again and slipped from his arms, continuing her previous movements. Lorcan made a sound of protest, his mouth popping open as Elide looked back at him and cackled. He frowned and she only laughed louder, clutching her stomach as she bent at the waist. 

“Oh, really? That’s, that’s how it is then, huh?” 

It took a few seconds for Elide to calm down enough to say to him: “Lemme, let me just think… oh, oh wait. Yeah, that’s how it is.”

“You’re a fucking brat. I don’t like you very much.”

Elide nodded, very convinced as she scooped up her coffee again and hopped up onto a barstool, happy to sit back and watch him. 

He noticed her watchful gaze, of course he did, and commented, without looking at her, “You could help me if you wanted.” 

“Now why would I do that, when I could sit down, enjoy my coffee and watch a fine-ass man do it for me?” 

He couldn’t argue with that and rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head as he poured the batter into the waffle iron. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

As they ate, they were joined by Fenrys, Rowan, Connall, Vaughan, Aelin, and Nehemia. The boys were already cheery, smiling easily at Elide as she said hello and told them to serve themselves.

Aelin was nearly comatose, moving on autopilot as she loaded her plate and filled the tea kettle. As she waited for the water to boil, she plopped herself down next to Elide. 

The breakfast table was in a cozy nook, set in bay windows with cushioned benches. Nehemia joined the girls on one of the couches, silently sipping her coffee. The colourful scarf on her head that amassed her curls to the top of her skull was at odds with the stormy expression on her ethereal face. Fenrys helpfully supplied: “Mia isn’t exactly a morning person. Ain’t that right, baby?” 

Nehemia glared at him and to his credit, he only winced after she had shut her eyes, still half-asleep. Aelin perked up when Rowan placed her cup of tea in front of her and kissed the top of her head, murmuring something in a language foreign to Elide’s ears. 

Soon enough, the table was crowded and they were all talking loudly above one another. Elide mainly observed, letting Nehemia lean on her as she ate her waffles. Aneha joined them a little later, saying that her twin was working on her next masterpiece and couldn’t possibly grace the peasants with her presence. 

It was chaotic and abrasive, but Elide had never felt happy like this, feeling like she had finally found her people. Feeling someone’s eyes on her, she looked up and met Lorcan’s soft gaze, his dark eyes open and depthless. 

Suddenly, it felt as though everything else slowed and nothing else mattered but them and this moment. Later, after the kitchen had been cleaned and everyone was fully awake, the boys decided to live out their days of youth and go cliff-jumping. Aelin was game, while Nehemia said she’d stay in the boat and Elide agreed with her. 

It was cold and Elide snuggled down into Lorcan’s fleece pullover, agreeing with Nehemia when she told the gang that they were crazy. They had taken the deck boat, not the sleek speedboat, to fit everyone and Elide and Nehemia were currently curled up on the leather bench-seat, huddled under a blanket and everyone else’s coats and jackets. 

They dropped anchor about fifty or so metres from the rock face and the boys shoved each other out of the way as they raced to the water, swimming fast to the cliff. Rowan touched the rock first, but Aelin was quick in the water, wrapping a hand around his ankle and yanking him back beneath the waves. 

They brawled it out while the twins passed them and were quick to scale the cliff. Nehemia cheered as Fenrys made it to the top first and roared his victory to the skies, taunting the rest of them as they made their way up.

Elide chuckled as Lorcan and Rowan started boxing, her heart clenching as they got too close to the edge, but thankfully Aneha shouted and pulled them back, berating them as she slapped them upside the head. 

The brothers looked at each other and nodded, easily picking her up and tossing the brunette out. Aneha screamed obscenities as she fell, managing to land in a cannonball. 

As she surfaced, she treaded water and yelled, “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” 

“Are they always like this?” Elide asked Nehemia, eyes on Lorcan as he took a running start and leaped, twisting and flipping off Aneha as they passed each other, one falling through the air and the other climbing back up. 

“All the time,” Nehemia said, grinning as she procured a silver flask from where it had been stashed somewhere in the boat and two red cups. Elide’s grin matched hers and they poured themselves cup fulls, spending their day by drinking and judging the jumps, either booing or calling out appraisals.

The day passed them by slowly and it was a while before everyone swam back to the boat. When Aelin sat on Rowan’s lap and when they pulled the blanket over their heads, the rest of the group yelled and threw their empties at them. 

Lorcan groaned in disgust and hid his face in Elide’s shoulder, pulling her half in front of him. She rolled her eyes and leaned back into him, smiling as he lifted his head and rested his chin on the top of her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

They had driven back to the house and after everyone had changed into warmer clothes, their shivers mostly gone, they began the lengthy discussion of what to do for lunch. 

Lorcan was hanging back in the discussion, toying with their joined hands. Elide was a bit confused, she’d seen him jump into the petty arguments they dissolved to with little encouragement, but she thought nothing of it and leaned back against his front. 

“Why don’t we just go into town? No one has to cook,” offered Connall, ever the peacemaker. The group paused and agreed, turning when neither Lorcan or Elide had voiced their opinions, though the latter had preferred to be an observer of this debate. 

Before she could agree to anything, Lorcan was saying: “Nah, we’re good. I want to show El something, we’ll see you all later, ok?” 

They all shrugged and with a few yelled good-byes, off they went. Sadirah was still working on her newest painting and was not to be disturbed, but she welcomed dropped off food or mugs of tea. Elide got to working on just that, not looking at Lorcan as she asked, “So, whatcha gonna show me?” 

“The reserve,” he told her calmly, but with the way that he was fidgeting and not meeting her eye when she did turn to look at him told a different story. “Unless you want to do something else—” 

“No! No, I’d love to,” Elide said, smiling widely. “I’d love to.” 

He blushed and she took a mental picture of it. “Well… good. We can- we can go when you’re ready?” 

She hummed her agreement and took the now-ready tea for his sister in her hands as well as a plate of toast with peanut butter on it, “Let me drop this off to Dee and I’ll be ready.” She rocked onto her tiptoes and just barely managed to kiss his cheek. A frown graced her brow and when he asked her why, he laughed at her pouty response of: “You’re too tall.” 

He sent her off to the artist’s creaky attic with a conciliatory kiss and a promising smile, promising what, she didn’t exactly know but whatever it was, it made her stomach ripple in anticipation. 

Elide made her way up the creaky steps and smiled as she heard Sadirah’s music pouring from the halfway open door - Rico Nasty. A girl with taste, Sadirah was. 

She tentatively knocked on the doorframe, stepping in after the young artist called for her to come in. “Hey, Dee. Brought you some sustenance.” 

Sadirah popped up from behind the canvas, paint streaked across her cheeks and forehead, a half-crazed smile on her lips. “Hey, Ellie! Oh, thank you, I’m starving.” She stumbled off her stool and kept her palette and brush in hand as she toddled around her messy studio, seemingly knowing where everything was in the chaotically organized mess. 

“So, I see you stan Rico.” 

Lorcan’s youngest sister smiled again and nodded. “Yeah, she puts me in the right headspace to paint!” she said before she gulped down a good portion of tea and took a bite of toast. 

“Do I get to see said masterpiece?” 

“Oh my gosh, sure, if you want. It’s just a little thing,” she said, beckoning Elide over. “It’s actually for you and L, if you want it or anything, you don’t have to though.” 

Elide grinned at Sadirah’s poor visage of nonchalance and set her eyes on the painting. Since it was only just started, it took her a bit to suss out what it was, but when she figured it out, her breath hitched. “Oh,” she breathed, her eyes stinging with tears. “It’s us.” 

It was a painting of the two of them on the speedboat, sitting together on the bench as Lorcan warmed her hands for her as a pretense. There was a small smile on Elide’s part way finished face and she could see her relaxed posture, almost melting into his side. It was such a forgotten moment, Elide thought, a throwaway thing he’d done because he’d seen her - truly. Elide turned to Sadirah, who was waiting anxiously, idly mixing a colour on her palette. 

“It’s beautiful. Really.” Out of the unignorable urge, she hugged Sadirah, careful not to disturb her palette. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” Sadirah said, a smile in her voice as she hugged Elide as tightly as she could with one arm. “I’m happy you do, I’m always nervous about showing people the paintings of them.” 

“It’s beautiful,” Elide repeated, letting Sadirah go as she heard Lorcan call out from the bottom of the stairs and begin to walk up. 

“Hey,” came a distinctly male voice. They both turned to face Lorcan, his eyebrows raising at Elide’s red eyes. “Are you crying?” 

“Nope.” 

“You so are. What did you do, Dee?” 

Sadirah exclaimed in outrage, “Hey! I’m the nice one! I would never.” 

Lorcan chuckled, “That’s fair. You ready to go, princess?” 

Elide nodded and waved good-bye to Sadirah, cautiously making her way over to the door. She didn’t understand Sadirah’s system, but it wasn’t her place to fix anything so she did her best to leave everything untouched. 

Lorcan gave her a look as he too said a farewell and they walked downstairs, their hands brushing against each other’s. After a few surreptitious touches, Elide laced her fingers in his and pulled him down behind her quicker. “So, what’s the reserve like?” 

“Oh, pretty normal. Just like any other small town.” He shrugged and they put on their shoes and jackets before walking down to the boat. She didn’t hesitate to step climb in and take her seat, looking excitedly out at the glittering blue expanse of sea. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her eagerness, such a stark difference from the first time she’d been in the boat. After stepping in and sitting at the wheel, he turned the engine on and it rumbled to life. “Ready?” 

Her wide smile was answer enough and they were off, smoothly coasting to the top speed as he expertly maneuvered the water craft to the next grouping of islands. “The reserve is spread across five different islands, with different bands, but we’re going to the biggest one!” Lorcan shouted over the loud noise. 

Elide gave him a thumbs up and resumed her ocean gazing until they slowed and floated up to the jetty and tied the boat up. 

Already, there were kids swarming around them and when a few of the older ones recognized Lorcan, they began yelling in Ozuye and mobbed him, smiling wildly. Elide grinned at the sight and smiled at a shy little girl that traipsed up to her, looking up at Elide with big brown eyes. 

Elide crouched, “Hi there. My name’s Elide. What’s yours?” 

“Akicita,” the girl whispered. “Are you Lorcan’s friend?” 

“I am,” Elide confirmed. “He wanted to show me around.” 

Akicita grinned as Elide stood and the group began to walk up to land. Elide looked to Lorcan, who had a kid on his shoulders and another holding his hand. The others trailed around him, chattering nonstop as they walked. 

There was a big, brown building and Lorcan stopped, waiting for Elide. He explained, “Need to state that you’re here ‘cause you aren’t a band member. Then we’ll go see some other stuff.” She nodded and gently took Akicita’s hand when the little girl offered it. 

Lorcan had to put down the child before they walked in and assured them he would be back soon. The office was bustling as they walked in and someone called out, “Ah, the hotshot returns!” 

He laughed, “Fuck off, Dres.” Elide spied the shorn-haired woman with a shit-eating grin on her face. “I need to sign El in.” 

Other people noticed the two of them and began conversing with him in their mother tongue. She didn’t feel excluded or like an outsider, really, more like an observer. It was nice and when he slung his arm over her shoulders, she let him. 

Soon enough, someone was passing her a clipboard with a form on it and she filled it out, thanking the older woman who’d given it to her. 

“A’ight, we’re good to go then,” Lorcan said, saying good-bye to everyone as they walked out. 

“So,” Elide began, lifting her hand to lace her fingers in the hand that dangled from her shoulder, “where to now?” 

He showed her all over the island, his old haunts like the elementary Essar now taught at and high school he attended, his old house, the beach where he’d lost his virginity. She teased him for that. The kids trailed after them everywhere they went, not that Elide or Lorcan were complaining. After a while, the little Akicita had become sleepy and tired so Elide picked her up and let her fall asleep. 

Finally, Lorcan brought her to the elders, who were sitting on the porch of a great big building - the longhouse - and they paid their respects to them. A group of the boys insisted on Lorcan playing basketball with them so Elide had sat down with the still-dozing Akicita and spoken quietly with the elders. 

They were a riot and shared many humiliating stories about her so-called fiancé with her. Elide had nearly cried in laughter, trying to suppress it so as to not wake the little one. She watched Lorcan with a fond eye, recognizing how he played purposefully badly with the kids and went along with them as they cheered their many victories. 

Elide was almost reluctant to leave when the sun began to dip and she softly waved good-bye to the new friend she’d made when Akicita’s mother came to get her. Akicita sleepily waved her fist, causing Elide and her mother - Ewahee - to exchange sweet smiles. 

It took Lorcan a little while longer to say his farewells but eventually he did and he migrated back to her side, placing a hand on the small of her back as they walked away. Elide paused and turned to him, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair that had escaped his braids behind his ear, “Thank you for showing me this. I want…” 

“Yeah?” he encouraged her, revelling in the feeling of her fingertips lingering on his cheekbone. 

“I want to cook dinner. I can make Blackbeak food?” 

Lorcan thought about teasing her, after having seen the barrenness of her kitchen a few times, could she even cook? But her face was nervous and anxiety swam in her slanted eyes so he nodded, “I’d love that.” 

She smiled and dropped her hand, her eyes travelling over everything in sight as they walked back to the boat. “You really like it here, huh?” 

Elide looked back over her shoulder, a furrow in her brows. “What’s not to like? It’s your home,” she said, shrugging and continuing on like normal, like Lorcan’s entire world hadn’t just shifted completely with three little words. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Where’s the…” Elide muttered, searching the shelf in front of them for whatever it was. She refused to tell him about any of the ingredients and went as far as to cover their basket with her jacket, not taking any chances. 

She spotted the spice on the top shelf, way too far for her arm reach. “Oh. There it is,” she said. Lorcan moved to get it for her, able to track her gaze but Elide stopped him, “I got it.” 

Lorcan watched, mildly horrified as she proceeded to scale the shelves and grab the bottle before neatly hopping down and dropping it under the jacket. “Ok! That’s everything.” 

He tried to sneak a look into the basket, too curious and impatient to stop himself. Elide caught him and flicked his nose, “Hey! No peeking, Salvaterre! I meant it.” She glared at him until a look of realization passed over her breathtaking face, “Oh, I forgot- can you go get some lamb?” 

“Mm-hmm, how much do you want?” 

“Let’s see, mmm,” she did a few calculations in her head, no doubt counting how many people would be at dinner. “You, me, the twins, the boys, your mother, Ae and Mia… I guess eleven? Some people will eat less than one and you brutes can have more, right? Yeah, enough for eleven.” 

“Sounds good.” He was about to walk off but paused, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Meet you at the cashier.” 

“Ok,” Elide breathed, scowling when Lorcan smirked at her flushed cheeks. “I hate you.” 

“That’s not what you said last night. And your actions this morning prove otherwise.” 

“Yeah, well, that was a hate blowjob. You can give those out of hate, you know.” 

Lorcan laughed loudly and she smiled despite herself, soaking up his delight. “Whatever you say, I’ll go get your stuff, yeah?” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“No, baby, that’s not how you do it,” Elide said as she watched Lorcan attempt to wrap a cabbage roll. She decided to make sarma, a relatively simple dish of pork and rice stuffed cabbage rolls that were cooked in a pot over lamb chops and in a spiced tomato sauce. 

Elide was showing the group - Lorcan, Rowan, Fenrys, Connall, Vaughan, Aelin, Nehemia, Aneha, and Sadirah - how to wrap them as she prepared the lamb. 

Lorcan pouted at her and she laughed, kissing his cheek before showing him and the others. While it was nice to be all together, making dinner, they tended to become distracted and now all focused as their wraps were hardly any better. 

Sadirah and Aneha excelled at it and basked in Elide’s praise, taunting their brothers. The whole gang viewed the girls as their baby sisters and one look between Vaughan and Fenrys had the guys scooping them up and tickling them mercilessly. 

Elide laughed easily, unable to name the feeling of home deep in her soul. Something caught her eye and she looked up to see Odette leaning against the archway, gazing fondly at Elide. She beckoned her over and Elide went, swallowing hard. “I’m glad he found you, Elide.” 

Elide felt like bursting into tears but controlled her emotions, accepting the warm hug that Lorcan’s mother offered. “You’re good for him, sweetheart,” Odette whispered. “Don’t forget that, alright? You two deserve each other.” 

“I won’t,” Elide whispered back, her throat tight. How it hurt her very being, lying to them all like this. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Everyone was sitting around the patio table, chatting animatedly as they ate. Elide was smiling as she conversed with Fenrys, her shoulders loose and grin easy. 

Every time Lorcan looked away to something else, his gaze slid right back to her and she remained oblivious. Or so he thought. She noticed out of the corner of her eye and sipped from her drink, whispering, “Is there a reason you’re staring?” 

He dropped his head, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he murmured, “I enjoy looking at beautiful things.” 

Lorcan smirked as she blushed and muttered into her drink, “Charmer. It won’t work.” 

“What won’t work?” 

“Your plan to seduce me,” she declared, finally turning her head to look him in the eyes. Her gaze dropped to his lips and Lorcan let a rough chuckled slip past them. 

“Is that right, princess?” 

“Mm-hmm,” she breathed, her voice hitching. “That’s right, baby.” 

“I’m so convinced right now,” he told her, grinning at the nickname that seemed to roll off her tongue so naturally.

Elide huffed and rolled her eyes, leaning into his side. “Shut up.” 

After dinner, everyone had migrated to the kitchen, efficiently cleaning before they moved to the fire pit and listened as Odette told them stories. Elide listened, but her eyes were stuck on Lorcan’s face, watching the almost childlike excitement as his mother recited the stories he learned when he was a wee little lad. 

Slowly, her heart filled with something heavy - a comforting weight and warmth as she had slid into Lorcan’s lap when he’d opened his arms for her and wrapped a blanket around the two of them. 

When it became late, Odette corralled her youngest children to bed, threatening to maim anybody who dared wake them up when they finally went to bed. 

That was when Aelin and Fenrys had broken out their stashes of booze and things had gotten a little wild. 

Elide’s vision was blurry, slipping in and out of focus as she sat down across the table from Lorcan, who was relatively sober. “Alright, Salvaterre,” she slurred slightly, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. “You ready?” 

“For what, princess?” 

Elide made a happy noise at the nickname and planted her elbow in the middle of the table, “Arm wrestle!” 

Lorcan snorted and placed his elbow on the wooden surface, humouring her as he gripped her hand. Aelin cheered and elected herself as referee. 

“Fighter one, are you ready?” 

“Yessir,” Elide said, a pleased smile on her lips. “You’re going down, baby.” 

“Fighter two, are you ready?” 

“Yup,” Lorcan said, popping the ‘p’. 

“Let’s get it on!” 

Lorcan’s arm didn’t budge and Elide stood up - for leverage. Aelin and Nehemia backed Elide up, egging her on as Lorcan remained in place. Before he could stop her, Elide leaned across the table and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips, using the distraction to pin his hand to the table. With a victory cry, she stood up on the bench, lifting her hands to the skies, “YES! I’M THE CHAMP! YOU FUCKIN’ SUCK!” 

Lorcan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “That cannot count. Ref?” he asked Aelin, who was standing on the bench next to Elide and whooping. Nehemia cackled and joined them, the golden jewellery adorning her hair glinting in the light of the fire. 

“All’s fair in love and war, Lorcy,” she declared, grabbing Elide’s fist and lifting it like an actual martial art referee to signify her win. They started dancing, jumping around until Elide slipped. Nehemia caught her and they all burst into peals of drunken giggles.

Lorcan stood up and walked around to the other side, helping the three of them down to earth, “Alright, let’s dance on the ground, yeah?” 

Aelin went off, spinning and spinning, her golden tresses catching the light from the fire. Nehemia cackled and skipped over to Fenrys while Elide stayed with Lorcan, opening and closing her hands in a grabby motion. “Up!” 

Chuckling, he easily picked her up, his hands under her thighs. “Better?” 

Elide smiled serenely, her face blissful as she locked her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Very much,” she said, breathing in the sandalwood and cedar scent that clung to him all the time as she buried her face in his neck. “It’s very better.” 

He chuckled again and she made a gentle noise in the back of her throat - she loved it when he laughed. She loved it when he was happy. 

She loved- 

No. She couldn’t. Because she would be leaving him soon enough after tomorrow, because this was a sham. Nothing about this was real. 

She still let herself believe that it was and whispered, so soft her broken admission and in a language he didn’t understand, “I love you, Lorcan Salvaterre.” 

“Hmm? Baby, you know I don’t speak Blackbeak,” he said, rocking her back and forth in a soothing motion. 

“Nothing,” she told him, laying her head on his shoulder and closing his eyes. “Just a prayer.” 

He sighed softly, still swaying slowly. Gently, he began to sing, just loud enough so that she could hear it as she succumbed to the thick tendrils of sleep. 

“It’s too late… to turn back now,” he hummed, “I believe, I believe, I believe I’m falling in love…”

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I Was (Not) Born To Be A Cowboy Pt. 3

Ok, so since this seems to be turning into an actual story, I’ve pulled it out of the one-shot series ‘Meeting of the Minds’ and renamed it as its own piece. Apologies if this is confusing to anyone!

BTW, NSFW below!!

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You would never admit this to a Jesse but you were actually having a pretty good time on the ranch.

If you discounted the freezing weather and the hands-on farm work, it was almost like a camping trip.

And you were getting pretty good at most of the daily tasks, if you did say so yourself.

Not by any merit of your own – Asa had kept his promise and taught you enough to keep you mounted on your horse;  and Brody, along with the other ranch-hands, were nice enough to not make fun when you dropped the lead on one of the cows and had to chase her around the paddock – but you could definitely tell there was no love lost between Jesse and the cowboys.

It started at breakfast.

Once you’d arrived at the mess, you’d been introduced to the five other hands that worked the ranch. Mr. Ephriam was nowhere to be found, which you thought was a little odd; but hey.

The men all seemed like friendly enough guys until Jesse came huffing through the door.

“Hey there Stretch, where’s your horse at?” one of the men queried.

Reaching angrily into his pocket, Jesse pulled out his phone and typed out his answer, letting the electronic reader give out a monotone ‘Dr. Emory stole it’

The man chuckled at that, giving Asa an appraising look.

“How are ya, Doc. I’m Henry, I run this place when Mr. Ephriam ain’t here. You know your way around horses?”

Asa turned from his place in the food line and faced the man, raising an eyebrow behind his glasses at being dubbed ‘Doc’.

“Enough to get by.”

Henry gave an approving nod.

“It’ll be nice to have one of ya around that can keep his seat. Ever worked with cattle before?”

Asa shook his head.

“Well, you’ll catch on quick. Or ya won’t. Be interesting to watch…”

Henry turned to look at you momentarily before grunting and returning to his eggs.

You didn’t know if that was a good sign or not.

You joined Jesse, who’d seated himself in the corner as far away from the others as possible, and was currently moving what looked like beans around his tray with a spoon.

“Proper cowboy breakfast, huh?”

‘I miss coffee…’

“You literally have a full mug of it sitting in front of you.”

Jesse looked affronted.

‘THIS is not coffee, this is what comes out when you clean a gutter.’

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, like you’ve ever cleaned a gutter in your life…”

Jesse’s retort was cut off as Asa sat beside you, taking a long sip from his own mug.

“At least the coffee is decent.”

You choked on your potatoes and Jesse glared.

Asa looked confused (for Asa) and went straight on to befuddled as Jesse lobbed a biscuit at his head.

‘Keep it in your pants ‘Doc’.’

Asa sneered.

“Easy enough, ‘Stretch’.”

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“I can’t do this, I’m going back to Illinois.”

You could almost read the ‘take me with you’ in Jesse’s eye as he leaned against the wooden fence, watching you try your hardest to lasso a very slippery calf.

It has all started out so well too. You were sure nothing as cute as the baby cow before you could give you too much trouble; but boy oh boy had you been wrong.

You turned to watch Asa and Spann ride by – herding the grown heifers as if they’d been doing it for years – while Jesse and you were stuck chasing these adorable little monsters.

“Show-offs…” you muttered.

Jesse nodded in agreement, sending a glare at the two riders.

Twin looks of disapproval met his, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Asa and Spann were usually on the same wave-length when it came to handling Jesse’s childish behavior and you found it hilarious.

The length of rope making up your lasso flew once more through the air, coming pitifully short of the tiny brown calf.

“Dammit!”

Before you could reel the loop back in a dark-sweatered form passed you with a ZOOM. A tiny yelp left your mouth as you watched Jesse charge towards the calf - who immediately took off, prey instincts telling it to GET AWAY as fast as it could.

You couldn’t help but flinch a little as you watched Jesse run - while he was extremely fast and almost graceful when he was chasing a piggy, he had a tendency to be… less so when he wasn’t in a hunting mind-set. 

And the mud in the pen looked pretty damn slippery…

Jesse overtook the tiny cow quickly and hoisted it up and over his shoulder like he would any other body, looking incredibly proud of himself as he walked back to you, keeping the tiny cow held tight as it wriggled.

“Well that’s one way to do it.”

A jerk of Jesse’s head indicated that you should open the pen you’d been trying to lead the calf into and soon the baby was locked in safe and sound with its friends.

Smirking, the two of you passed by Asa and Spann - heading back to the cabin now that your task for the afternoon was finally finished.

You’d nearly cleared the fenceline when the mud got the better of Jesse’s footing and he plummeted into the freezing muck with a loud squelching noise.

Unfortunately, on his way down he’d grabbed your shoulder in an attempt to steady himself and his much larger form was more than happy to take you right down with him.

“FUCK!”

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You’d discovered that the saving-grace of the overall chilly ranch was that it had hot water, and lots of it. It had become your habit over the last couple of days to end your evening with a boiling shower before curling up in front of the fire between Asa and Jesse.

Having been thoroughly dipped and dunked in some icy dirt made you even more grateful for this as Jesse and you trudged together towards the bath-house.

It reminded you of your gym’s locker-rooms, honestly. 

It split into two sections, one for men, the other for women and as you entered there were several rows of lockers and benches for people to stow their goods in before getting undressed and occupying a shower stall.

You grasped Jesse by the hand before he could turn into the men’s side.

“Nuh-uh, you got me dirty, you’re cleaning me up.”

Any fatigue he’d been showing left Jesse immediately, perking him right back up as he offered you a grin.

His brown eye twinkled seeming to make no promise that you wouldn’t leave the shower dirtier than when you’d arrived.

You let out a squeak of surprise as Jesse lifted you effortlessly into his arms, pausing for a moment so you could wrap your legs around his hips before pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

The three of you hadn’t had the energy or privacy to be intimate like you usually would, and you were starving for this.

Your hands gripped Jesse’s shoulders as he deepened the kiss, walking you both through the lockers and into a stall.

Gasping, you pulled away to catch your breath and turn one of the dials, starting the shower.

Jesse’s hands were everywhere, feeling you up and pulling at your clothes as you did the same to him.

He preened as you rid him of his sweater and ran your hands admiringly across his tattooed skin.

Once you were both naked, you found yourself pressed tightly against the wall as Jesse sucked and kissed your neck.

“Oh god, Jesse, yes…”

His large hands nearly encircled your ribcage as he lifted you once more, letting you rest between his body and the wall - the cool tile creating an intense contrast with his water-warmed skin.

You could feel his cock pressing insistently against your entrance and you grasped Jesse’s shoulders tightly in an effort to fill yourself with his erection.

He glanced up at your face - eye’s glinting in a devilish way as he moved his hips just out of your reach, then back - small thrusting motions against your skin that were driving you wild with need.

“Fuck, please, get inside me… stop teasing you bastard!”

Jesse stepped away from the wall, causing you to cling even tighter to his wet skin as he brought you both back under the heated spray.

He grinned with satisfaction as he lowered you inch by inch onto his cock, lifting you and pulling you down slowly until you were fully seated.

Your head lolled back in ecstacy at the feeling of being so full. Jesse was large enough that just by filling you he hit nearly every sensitive nerve inside your body, and it was all you could do to keep from cumming right then and there.

Jesse shivered at the feeling of your inner muscles clamping down on him as you tried desperately to stave off your orgasm.

He’d never let you or Asa hear the end of it if you came from just his cock entering you.

When he finally began to move, his pace was still torturously slow - you could feel the desire to cry out with every thrust increase as he drew out your pleasure, pausing his movements over any place he found that made you writhe in sensitivity.

He was a god damn evil man and you were ready to tell that him just that as soon as he moved his cockhead away from your g-spot.

You were panting and whimpering as he finally decided to take pity on you and began thrusting at a rapid pace, bouncing you on his cock like you weighed less than a feather.

Supporting your back with one arm, he brought his free hand down to rub roughly at your clit, causing you to scream to the ceiling and jerk your hips up into his grip.

You came like an atom bomb and tightened like a vice around Jesse.

He nearly lost his grip and leaned back into the rough tile wall to support your bodies as he threw his head back and came inside of you.

Releasing you slowly, he gently lowered you to the floor, letting you lean against him in the shower spray until you’d caught your breath.

“I missed that.” You said, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

Jesse grinned down at you before signing ‘It hasn’t even been two weeks yet. Miss my cock that much?’

You were feeling far too languid from an excellent orgasm to tell him off, so you simply reached around and pinched his ass instead.

“Among other things, asshole.”

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Warm and clean, you returned to the cabin wrapped tightly under Jesses arm.

To both of your surprise, there was a suspicious lack of Asa in the cabin and a note pinned to the door.

It was in Spanns writing

‘Mr. Cromeans,

Please bring Y/N and join Asa and I in the mess-hall. I think you’ll enjoy this.

-Spann’

“What the hell? What does that mean?”

Jesse shrugged, looking perplexed by his second’s cryptic note.

“Up for another ride?”

You could tell Jesse wanted to make a joke; but one glance over at Sugar soured his mood immediately.

‘Not particularly...’

You hummed in amusement, tucking yourself back under his arm.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to end up in the dirt again.”

Jesse scowled; but pulled you closer anyway. His distaste for the cold overcoming his annoyance at your cheeky comments.

Giggling, you both headed towards the mess-hall.

To Be Continued...

[khiphop-writings]

Promise

Boxer!Jay Park x ER Doctor! Reader

Warnings: Suggestive(?)(not really) lil bit of violence

Word count: 4k

“Okay” you finished gently rubbing the antiseptic and placed a bandage over the fresh stitches you had just done “now, rest and absolutely no physical contact for-” “Y/N you’re needed over here” your coworker interrupted you and you rolled your eyes “2 weeks, you can go over there to book a follow up” you gestured towards the reception desk “okay what’s happening now” you were at the sink washing your hands and prepping a fresh pair of gloves “I just need you to take that patient behind curtain number three I’m busy” Minho handed you the chart once you had your new gloves on and rushed away “let’s see” you opened the thick chart “geez this is huge how often does this person get hurt” you pulled back the cream curtains and you were met with the familiar tattooed man, this time a lip gushing with blood and a swollen eye “seriously??” you threw your arms up in frustration “this is what? The third time this week, the eighth time this month??” “wow are you keeping track of me?” he grinned but it quickly turned into a grimace cause of his lip injury “whatever you’re doing you need to stop this isn’t healthy” you scolded him “but then I wouldn’t get to see you” he reached towards you hand and you quickly dodged it and got your suture kit out “you don’t need to keep injuring yourself if you want to see me” you sighed and began cleaning his bottom lip, he winced when you applied pressure “of course I do, you refused to give me your number the first time” you shook your head “I work in an emergency room for a living, relationships don’t work with me” “then I’ll continue to get hurt these are our dates” you placed the needle through his lip without warning and jerked away from you “that’s cause you won’t shut up now hold still”. 

“So what exactly do you do” you asked mindlessly checking things off in your chart “do you want to see?” he put his jacket on and walked towards you “not really know if you end up looking like this” you used your pen to gesture towards him. “You should come one night I think you’d have fun” you finally met his eyes “well too bad I work every night, tending to idiots like you” you sarcastically frowned “come on you don’t work EVERY night” “and what if I do?” he knew you were lying “okay I don’t work Thursday’s” you sighed “that perfect!” a smile appeared on his face “be careful you’re gonna pop the stitches!” you hit him with his own chart “sorry sorry!” he held his hands up in defense “so give me your number and I’ll text you details” he handed his phone to you and you regretfully complied, entering your number. 

You walked over to the desk, rubbing your neck, it had been a long night. “That took you so long” Minho was sitting across from you in the receptionist seat you knew wasn’t his “Jay Park… again” you rolled your eyes “seriously that the third time I’ve seen him here” “I know he keeps insisting on seeing me”. You went through your charts to make sure everything was in order. “aw that’s kind of sweet, why don’t you go on a date with him?” you looked at him as if he was insane “the man is literally a masochist, who gets hurt like that all the time? an insane person” you answered your own question “Okay but you don’t know that maybe he does…” Minho couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for Jay’s frequent injuries “exactly… but I might’ve agreed to come see him at his work” you gave him an embarrassed look “oh no way… you def like him” he grinned “do not! I’m just curious” you stacked up your charts and began to walk away “yeah sure” Minho called but you just walked away smiling. 

You got out of your car and stared at the unfamiliar brick building, unsure if you should continue, you tried texting Jay but he was suddenly unresponsive. “I’m gonna get killed” you thought as you locked your phone and walked towards the building. You saw a lot of people standing around a table waving cash around, you checked your wallet and hoped you brought enough money, he didn’t tell you you had to pay. You walked up to the table and people were throwing names out along with cash and men were writing the names, counting cash and yelling at people, the whole atmosphere was chaotic. 

You stood around unsure of what to do, trying to find a way out “So who are you betting on?” a strange man asked next to you “bet?” your eyes widened and you looked at him in confusion he started laughing, too loud for your comfort “is this your first time?” “y-yeah” you felt embarrassed “what is this place? Jay never told me” you tried to look around for any clues but failed “Jay?” The man was seemingly in shock “Yeah Jay Park, he’s been coming to my hospital a lot, do you know him?” “of course everyone here knows him” “they do why-” “are you gonna bet or not” “I’ll do $100 on Jay for tonight” the man placed a stack of cash on the table “she won’t be betting tonight” he moved you guys away from the table. You started to walk through the dark hallway towards the main area “why are you betting on Jay?” he just stared at you with an incredulous look on his face“god you are in for such a shock” he ruffled your hair “I’m Hyukwoo by the way” “Y/N” you gave him a nod.

The two of you arrived to the main area and it all started to make sense, you looked around at the audience stands, the dark lighting and right smack dab in the middle, a huge boxing ring lit up by a few bright lights “no shit” you looked at the ring, running your fingers along the ropes. “Are you shocked?” Hyukwoo practically shouted at you, the room was too loud “kind of? But not really?? I don’t know it kind of explains the frequent injuries” you shrugged “what do you mean? Have you met him before?” “Yeah, who do you think stitches him up all the time” you scoffed. It was his turn for his eyes to become wide “no way you’re the cute doctor???” he shut his mouth quickly “the what???” you laughed “I’ve said too much, look they’re about to come out” he turned his head towards the ring and you followed suit. 

The announcer came out microphone in hand, it was all so cliche you couldn’t believe this stuff actually went down like this “tonight we have newcomer Alex” the announcer’s voice boomed and out came a really young looking kid however he looked fearless and scary, the crowd cheered loudly for him. He was shirtless with black boxer shorts on, and his hair in a man bun, one thing you did take note however he didn’t have any gloves on. Your stomach twisted, this was most definitely illegal, the bets, this sketchy looking place, no gloves which meant they could basically pummel each other to death “that explains the busted knuckles one time” your face twisted. “Next up we have, your favorite and mine Jay Park” the announcer stressed out the last syllable of his name for what felt like forever and the crowd roared, out came Jay hands wrapped up, shirtless, in white boxer shorts, hair draped over his face. Your heart began to speed up a little bit, you weren’t sure if it was because you thought he looked nice or if you were anxious about what’s to come. 

Jay started swinging as soon as the whistle blew, he missed the first couple but he finally landed one straight in Alex’s jaw, that knocked him back a bit but Alex started furiously throwing punches at him that he tried his best to dodge but Alex managed to get a few into his ribs. You were very noticeably at the edge of your seat, practically almost falling off, Hyukwoo chuckled and pulled you back “he’s doing great” he whispered in your ear and you finally breathed in what felt like forever. The match ended by Jay trapping his opponent between his legs and Alex had finally tapped out, you breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with the crowd to congratulate him. 

Hyukwoo helped lead you to the locker room and wait for Jay, when his eyes landed on you a shit eating grin formed on his face “wow I can’t believe you actually came” he tried to pull you into a hug but you unknowingly dodged it and began examining him, the doctor in you taking over. “And how’s your breathing I saw he punched you in your chest pretty hard, could you breath for me” you placed your hand on his muscular chest, eyebrows knit in concentration, he placed his hand over yours “hey you’re not working today so don’t worry about it alright?” he swiftly removed your hand from his chest and intertwined your fingers, you blushed, unfamiliar with this sudden touchy-feely behavior. “Let me just-” “no no no let’s go out to eat” he smiled dragging you to his car. 

A few minutes later you were sitting next to Jay, across from Hyukwoo enjoying some burgers “and he literally comes in all the time, even for probable concussions” you laughed explaining how often Jay frequents your hospital “well you can never be too safe” he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment “yeah especially when the doctor is so cute” Hyukwoo raises his eyebrows suggestively “yeah that too” Jay coughs “who? Minho?” you try to hide the blush on your cheek and Jay just laughs. Hyukwoo had to leave early, leaving you and Jay alone, he leaned against your car before you could get in, “sooo” he looped his fingers through your belt loops, pulling you closer, your bodies practically touching “I would really like to see you again, minus Hyukwoo” he smirks. You look down playing with a rock under your shoe “I don’t know… I’m always working you won’t like it” you frowned “I work every night just like you” he argued “how about we let the day time be for us” he holds your chin to make you look at him “okay maybe we can go on one date” you smile.

The following Thursday you found yourself in the same booth as the last time except you were sitting across from Jay this time Hyukwoo nowhere to be found. “Sorry this is the only place that’s open this late” he mumbled “that’s okay I like this place” you gave him a warm smile that seemed to ease his nervousness. After that you fell into comfortable conversation, trying to get to know each other as best as possible. “And so what’s the grossest thing you’ve seen in the ER” you pretended to think for a minute “you” you teased and he threw his head back laughing “what? Sometimes you have nasty cuts” you laughed with him. “But seriously ummm” you paused “ooo okay so one time we had to pull an axe out of this man's stomach and then once we removed it he just didn’t stop bleeding so I had to-” you looked up and Jay looked a little sick, you chuckled “I’ll stop this is clearly too graphic for you” “sorry I just wasn’t expecting it” he sighed “no worries” you nodded and you guys fell silent. “Well so why do you box?” you rested your chin in your palm leaning into him “hm I don’t really know, it's good money, I’m good at it” he shrugged “it’s as nice way to get anger out” he gave you an unsure look “well I have a lot of anger maybe you should teach me one day” you raised your eyebrows playfully “maybe” he smiled.

After three more dates Jay wanted to make you his, officially, which you were hesitant about. Yeah you were falling for him but his career made you extremely anxious. You grew accustomed to the routine you two had created, seeing each other practically every day going on little dates and sometimes just spending the day at either of your guys apartments, Some nights when he had small cuts or bruises, he would show up at your door using it as an excuse to be able to spend the night even though you would have let him anyway. 

You even let Jay take you to his gym to teach you how to box. He strapped you in the protective gear, patting the padded helmet on your head and giving you a kiss on the nose. “Okay so you’re going to want to” he placed his leg in between yours, guiding your foot into a proper stance in front of the red punching bag “yeah stand just like that” then he wrapped his arms around yours lifting them up in front of your face you blushed slightly at the closeness. “okay now keep your elbow straight” his fingertips grazed your elbow and then he tapped lightly signaling you to throw the first punch, it wasn’t hard at all, he heard him hold back a laugh “ugh come on” you turned around hitting him lightly “okay okay let’s try again” he turned you around placing you back into the same stance. 

After a couple of missed punches you finally landed one straight on the punching bag “OH NICE” he shouted picking you up and shaking you “hey don’t congratulate me yet I want to be as good as you” you raised your gloved fist in his face turning back to throw more punches at the bag. “I see why you like this” you said between punches “although I usually just punch minho whenever I’m upset” “maybe we should get you your own” Jay laughed “or maybe I can just come here with you” you grinned “well then I would end up being too distracted by you” he wrapped his arms around you. 

In turn you met him at his apartment, medically prepared first aid kit in tow, you agreed to teach him how to treat his wounds. You were seated on his bathroom counter, Jay placed himself between your legs, you were teaching him each product and what order he would need to apply everything “Okay so this is called…” you held up the brown bottle “peroxide” he responded and you nodded with a smile. “I don’t see why we’re doing this I have you” he ran a finger down your thigh,“well sometimes I’m asleep when you show up I’d like to sleep a full night” you swatted his hand away and leaned forward wiping his cut with the peroxide. “Plus you asked me” you got defensive “maybe it was just so I could get you in this position” he wrapped your legs around his back and picked you up off the counter, he pressed a peck into your lips.

As quickly as things had happened, things fell apart just as quickly.

You tried to attend every match you could and you gave him a thorough check up whenever you could, it just made you so nervous even though he was undeniably good. You would never express to him your uneasiness, he loved boxing and you don’t expect him to stop it for you, that would be unfair but it just made you want to throw up sometimes. Every time someone bursted through the doors on a late night, your heart raced and you always had to check to make sure it wasn’t your boyfriend. 

“Good job” you clapped your hands lightly, you met Jay at your usual after match spot, he pulled you into his arms swinging you around “that was seriously one of my bests ugh that was great” he grinned widely “yeah you were really great out there” you patted down his sweaty hair “do you want to go to our usual place?” you asked as he grabbed his bag “of course” he took your hand in his “ugh wow I still can’t get over how great that-” Jay hunched over coughing a bit “are you alright” you rubbed his back “did anything come out when you coughed? A color-” “stop Y/N seriously stop” he moved away from you “do you have to baby me all the time? This shit happens it’s normal after getting a few hits” his words hit you like a truck “well excuse me for caring about you” you bit back tears “no- that’s not what I meant” he tried to grab your wrists but you pulled away “no I know exactly what you mean” you sighed walking away. 

You woke up and surprisingly found Jay next to you in your bed, you only remembered crying yourself to sleep, not him coming home with you. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder but you moved away from his touch “Y/N please” he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in close so you couldn't move away. “That was so stupid of me to say, I know you’re a doctor and its just instinct, I actually really do appreciate your care” you stayed silent so he could continue “I don’t know what came over me I was just all really excited about winning and I didn’t want to think about things that could drag the mood down” “are you saying I drag the mood down” you spat “no of course not, it’s just if something bad were to happen to me I didn’t want it to be in that moment.” You finally turned around to face him “I’ll try to hold back” you ran your hand up and down his muscular forearm “no please” he placed a kiss on your cheek “don’t” one on your other cheek “hold back” and finally a kiss on your lips “I really like not having to go to the hospital to see you and I get a free check up” he mumbled into your neck “now will you give me a check up doctor?” he gave you a smirk.

Things seemed to go downhill since that day. After another attempted check up a couple weeks later and him lashing out in the same way except you didn’t wake up next to him that morning. 

[To: Jay]: Hey… I’m sorry about last night can we meet up?

[From: Jay]: Sorry :( I have a huge match to prep for later this week

[To: Jay]: Oh… okay well if it’s on a night that I’m not working let me know so I can watch! :) 

[From: Jay]: Sure.

You went to work extremely distracted, constantly checking your phone for an update. When your phone locked and you were met with your reflection you finally heard Minho “Y/N did you hear what I said?” you looked up sheepishly “no sorry” “come on let’s go get some coffee”.

You hadn’t told him everything that happened just that you were currently in a “weird spot”, he knew there was more to it but he didn't want to push you. “Okay I’m taking your phone for the rest of the night” he pried it out of your clutch “you’re a doctor focus” he nudged your arm. 

“How are you and Jay doing?” Minho asked one day while you two were trying to rest in the on call room “umm” you trailed off. “I actually haven’t seen him in a while” your voice was quiet “really? What happened?” he rolled over to face you “I guess I’m too pushy, the doctor in me always wants to check up on him and we talked about and I thought we got over it but I guess not” you frowned “He can’t date a doctor and not expect that to happen” Minho scoffed “he says it ruins the mood” “oh Y/N I’m so sorry” he opened up his blanket and you squeezed into the twin bed with him, he rubbed your arm “I’m sure things will get better soon” he whispered.

You hadn’t seen Jay for about a week after that, his texts were short and he never told you when his matches were. It was impossible to get a hold of him and it was very much distracting you at work. It wasn’t until you started to cut a patient's circulation off with a blood pressure monitor minho decided enough was enough.

-Minho Pov-

“Hi is this Jay?” he tried to say as sternly as possible, gathering up all his courage. “No he’s training right now but I can take a message?” a man said from the other end “Well I don’t know if you know who Y/N is but he’s completely cut her off and it’s affecting her heavy, I need him to figure his shit out and talk to her” there was a moment of silence until the other man spoke up “wow I had no idea… I’ll talk to him for sure thank you” minho nodded even though he couldn’t be seen and hung up.

It was a very quiet night in the ER you were tending to your last patients when suddenly the EMT’s burst through the doors rushing past you with a gurney “I've got an unconscious male, seems to have taken multiple hits, Y/N I need your help on this” on of the EMT says as he placed the gurney behind a curtain, pulling out an ambu bag. This type of thing was normal for you, you were always calm in these situations, that was until you actually saw the unconscious man, you clipboard clattered to the floor and your ears began to ring, you felt dizzy, hoped, prayed it was a dream. “Y/N please pump his chest” the EMT placed the ambu bag on Minsik’s face and waited for you to get beside him. Your body moved unconsciously doing the actions it’s known to do by heart, that was all you could do, in your head you were screaming at him trying to tell him how stupid he was. Tears began to fall down your face and you began to pump his chest harder “I can’t…. we can’t lose him” you strained out “we’re not going to” minho stroked your hair, you had no idea when he had gotten there “keep going you’re doing great” he was frantically checking Jay’s pulse for any sign. Your hands hurt from pumping so much and your vision was blurry, you were so tired, you wanted this to end “I’m feeling something keep going Y/N” Minho perked up keeping his thumb on Jay’s wrist. You pushed yourself to keep going no matter how much it hurt “come on you idiot don’t leave me please” a second wave of tears began to flood “please please” at this point you weren’t sure if your pumping was hurting or helping him. Five minutes felt like eternity, five minutes had passed and that’s when Jay finally jerked up taking a deep breath, for some reason you were still pumping until Minho took your shaking hands in his pulling you to his chest “He’s alright look, he’s gonna make it” he whispered into your ear but you just continued to sob until your tears ran out. 

The next time you saw Jay you felt like punching him straight in the face, however when you looked at the man all hooked up to the machines and in a hospital gown you grew extremely sad. You immediately ran to his side wrapping him in your arms, last night you thought you wouldn’t be able to feel this again “you’re an idiot you’re such a fucking idiot” you sobbed loudly  into his chest “I know, I know” he whispered caressing your head.

A/N: Hi! how is everyone! I hope you guys liked this, please note I really know nothing about the medical field this is just me w my research lol. Requests are open please let me know what you think about this!

[doginshoe]

My Kind of Trouble

For rare pairs week on @ftguildevents

I’ve never written my soft girls before and I really wanted to give it a go so I thought there was no better time. I didn’t follow a prompt and this just kinda came to me as I was listening to music so here you go!

I’m very nervous to post this, but I hope I did okay

_

Lisanna was eager as she walked to class, her best sun dress swishing along with the sway of her hips and paired with her favourite sandals as she entered her arts building for her first class of the semester. She had taken the time to blow dry her short white hair, the small curls at the base of her neck bouncing with the pep in her step as she held her sketchbook close to her chest.

It was an understatement to say that she was excited. She was starting university! Her first year in the course she had set her heart set on since when she was in middle school. The smile couldn’t have been wiped from her lips under any circumstances, her expression absolutely beaming.

This was it, Lisanna sang in her mind.

She had made sure everything was perfect, from her outfit to preparing her books the night before and making sure she went to sleep on time. She was determined to give the best impression to all her teachers. Mira, her sister, had always said that they were the most important and Lisanna wasn’t going to start this semester off badly. First impressions weren’t something that you could change after all and she wouldn’t mess it up - walking into her class with an air of confidence.

It had to be perfect. That was the mantra she had repeated in her head. Though, things had a way of going wrong for the white haired girl. Try as she might to avoid trouble, it seemed that trouble would always find her. No matter what.

Today was no exception.

When she sat down in her seat, her back pin straight and head held high as she waited for the session to begin, there was no way that her bright blue eyes would’ve missed the blonde that stepped into class.

She was tall, definitely taller than Lisanna. Especially in the thick black boots that she wore with a platform heel. She sported a white cropped t-shirt that exposed her stomach, dark washed mum jeans that were cinched at the waist with a tight belt that had been left hanging out of the belt loops that had the girl taking a sharp inhale. Her hair was chopped nearly at her collarbone, framing her face but overgrown bangs hung in her brown eyes that she blew up out of her face with a huff whilst she scanned the drawing class.

It took a moment for her to really process the girl in front her, lips parting slightly as they locked eyes. Then, a nauseating drop in her gut that had her feeling like she was going to drop out of her seat, which was impossible, but her hands still wrapped around the edge of the desk to keep herself grounded. Lisanna pulled her gaze down to her work quickly, the pink bloom on her cheeks already in full force before she managed to pull herself away from the blonde.

Fuck.

This couldn’t be happening she said to herself. Not to her and especially not today, but the sound of scraping metal against the floor next to her was all it took for her to confirm that it was happening.

Lisanna’s trouble wasn’t like others. There was no real danger apart from maybe potential cardiac arrest, but so far she had made it unscathed physically from all encounters. It wasn’t like some would suspect of a serial killer, being haunted by a ghost or getting thrown into rather unfavourable situations. Though, for Lisanna, she always counted it as the most unfortunate thing to befall her. Her trouble came in one form and one form only; pretty girls - and she could not think of someone prettier than the tall blonde that was now walking forward.

She wanted to slam her head against the desk, hearing the clang of pencils beside her as the blonde settled her sketchbook on the table. It was just her luck and she physically shrunk into herself, feeling suddenly exposed in the sundress she had chosen as she slowly inched away in her seat.

This was fine. Lisanna tried to take in subtle deep breaths as she heard more people come into the room. If she could just ignore the blonde sitting next to her then she could get through this. It was no big deal. Though, her trembling hands said otherwise as she crawled them against the desk to retrieve a pencil, desperately trying to hide the shake.

Every movement felt like it was echoing, like nails on a chalkboard, and she flicked nervous glances beside her to make sure she wasn’t disturbing the blonde that was sitting next to her. Yet, that was a mistake as her heart beat threatened to burst through her ribs as the girl beside her fiddled with a mechanical pencil between her long slender fingers.

She was leaned back, legs pulled apart in a lazy position while she slouched. Her skin was light and creamy, and was that a tattoo? The line work was delicate on her exposed arm, fine beautiful art etched onto the skin and Lisanna had to quickly pull her eyes away.

Double fuck.

She breathed out, masking it as sigh as she tried to desperately act normal. Or, as normal as she could as she tried to battle the nerves that were building in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she could text Mira and scream afterwards. Yes. That was a good idea. Lisanna just had to make it through the lesson that was conveniently 3 hours long.

The urge to groan threatened to slip and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep it down. Yet, her teeth slipped down to pinch her tongue and she yelped, the zip on her pencil case being thrown open as the pens rolled over her desk onto the floor. She threw herself down to grab it, but kicked her knee against the desk instead. Lisanna hissed in pain, yet quickly tried to conceal it with a cough. She had no doubt that everyone was probably looking at her. The feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head making her feel like melting in her spot.

“Are you alright?”

The soft voice brought her attention up immediately, locking eyes with the girl beside her. She was holding onto the pencil that had fallen on the floor. Her brown eyes were full of concern but her lips were quirked up into a slight smirk as she stared at Lisanna waiting for her response.

“Uh.” Her throat felt clogged, but she demanded her brain to speak. “Y-yeh. I’m. um… I’m alright. Just a little clumsy this morning I guess?”

“I see that.”

The teasing lilt to the blonde's voice set her blush flaming on her cheeks again and she gulped as she twisted her fingers togethers. “Uh, Yea-”

She stretched over to Lisanna, the pencil being handed to the white haired girl as she cut off her rambling. “Cute dress. I’m Lucy by the way.”

“Lisanna!” She tried to keep her voice down as she took in a breath before she gave an uneasy smile. “I’m Lisanna. You look… I like your boots!”

“Thank you.” Lucy’s lips twitched further up into a knowing smile. “Here.”

She pushed the pencil to her again and Lisanna fumbled slightly before she took it in her hand, careful not to drop it as she pulled back into her seat.

“Sorry,” She laughed, “I’m kind of a mess today.”

Lucy waved her hand, a grin forming on her lips. “It’s the beginning of the semester. Everyone is. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“I’m not so sure about that, but thanks anyways.” Lisanna laid her hands flat against the desk, unable to fight the smile that was beginning to return to her face. She felt giddy.

The blonde opened her mouth to say something, but the teacher moved forward, casually moving from the desk as he clapped his hands together. “Alright, I think everyone should be here by now.”

He began talking, but Lisanna could barely hear him as Lucy moved back shrugging her shoulders before she winked, falling into her own seat as she settled her gaze to the front. The white haired girl suppressed a sputter, jerking in her seat and hitting the table with her knee once more. Her pencil clattered on the ground again, the sound of a  soft giggle from the blonde reaching her ears and filling her with an unprecedented sense of doom.  

She had to call Mira. Immediately. This was going to be a long semester.

[anna-justice]

Lost or Found - 3

Summary: As Jay, Hailey, Kim, Adam and Kevin start their junior year in the wake of a tragic summer, the past year of their lives comes back to haunt them. If you enjoyed Pretty Little Liars, this is for you! *UPSTEAD/BURZEK High School AU

... 3 - Gods & Monsters

...

Hailey stood in front of her bathroom mirror, applying a third layer of concealer to her neck. The effects of last night were very visible, dark fingerprints looked almost like a tattoo like against her light skin. Makeup wasn’t working, and it was too hot to wear a turtleneck, so she opted for a thin scarf that she could tie around her neck. It was very out of character for her, but nobody that didn’t need to know would notice.

She made her way to the living room, finding her aunt and uncle at the kitchen table, Randall always has breakfast with Trudy after shift before taking a nap. “Good morning.” Her Trudy said, Hailey gave her a smile before sitting at the island behind her. “What was Jay doing here last night?” 

“He was just hanging out, he’s having a rough time.” She technically wasn’t lying, he was hanging out with her and he was having a rough time, were the details really important?

Randall nodded, proving he was actually listening to the conversation. “I can’t imagine what that family is going through. Hank, I mean.” 

“Well I’m glad that you can be there for him.” Trudy said, giving Hailey a gentle smile. 

Jay Halstead: Hey, I’m outside.

Hailey slid her phone in her pocket and stood up, “That’s Jay, I gotta go.”

“Wait.” Randall said, pulling a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet. “Have fun, kiddo.”

“Thanks.” Hailey said, giving him a bright smile and heading towards the door. 

“Cute scarf!” Trudy called after her, smirking at her husband. Her intuition was right, she was covering something, but it wasn’t what they thought it was. 

Hailey hopped into Jay’s truck with ease, she was getting better at not letting her tiny frame thud into the seat. “Morning.”

Jay grinned at her, “Morning.” There was a beat. “How are you? Is it bad?’ Hailey untied her scarf, letting it fall from around her neck. Jay grimaced, almost her entire neck was a shade of purple. “Does it hurt?”

Hailey shrugged, “Only when I touch it.” 

“I’m so sorry.” Jay said sincerely. 

“It’s fine.” She retied her scarf, checking to make sure it was covered with her phone camera. “I’m just glad it was me and not Kim. At least I knew what was going on.” Jay gave her a once over, impressed by her selfless words. 

His therapist, who he was seeing against his will, told him to look for the silver linings amidst the bad, Hailey was the first and only one that he found.

…

Soon the five of them were seated in a booth at the back of a local mom & pop shop. Jay and Hailey did that on purpose, they wanted to be able to see everyone coming towards them or listening to them. 

It started off light hearted, everyone was avoiding any talk of Erin like the plague. Jay looked to Hailey and she nodded, they were ready to drop the bomb. Jay slid Erin’s phone onto the table. “We need to talk to you guys.”

Kim gasped, “Is that Erin’s phone? You should have given that to the police. Jay!”

“That’s exactly what I said.” Hailey explained, “But you should be glad he didn’t..”

The pair continue to explain the events of the last four days, showing them pictures of the basement where the text led them and finishing with the attack the night before. 

“Holy shit.” Adam said, running his hands over his face.

Kim looked like she saw a ghost, “I-I don’t understand, why can’t we tell the police.” 

Jay starts to explain, but Kevin beats him to it. “Whoever this person is, they know our every move. If we tell the police, or anyone, that could be the reason they break. This guy is definitely psychotic, I’m not risking it.” 

Adam nods in agreement, wrapping a comforting arm around Kim. “So what do we do?”

“Well, we’ve looped Greg in, he’s the one that got us the address for the sketchy stalker bunker.” Jay explained. “I think we should all just live life normally, you saw what happened when Hailey and I snooped around too much. We’ve got to be careful.” He glanced at Hailey, whose cheeks were slightly red, he guessed it was the embarrassment of being the example. “From now on, none of us can go anywhere alone, and try not to be home alone.” 

Everyone nodded in agreement, the air was thick with worry and fear. Adam was focused on taking care of Kim and Kevin was staring off into space, obviously lost in thought. Hailey picked at her untouched food, she had been too nervous to eat. Jay was the only one paying attention, and he felt his heart fall out of his chest when he watched Erin’s phone buzz on the table. “Guys.” He rushed out, turning the phone over. 

Blocked ID: The athlete, the heartbreaker, the perfect princess, the golden boy and the mystery all together. How cute. Which one of you will follow in your queen bee’s footsteps?

Hailey assumed she was ‘the mystery,”which she didn’t understand. The shocked looks on everyone's faces matched hers. Kevin jumped out of his seat, scanning the restaurant for anyone that could have sent the text. 

“I think we should go.” Hailey said, they all nodded, Kim forcing back the tears clouding her vision. They each threw a pile of money down on the table and booked it out of there. Jay insisted that he and Hailey follow Kevin home since he was by himself. 

As they turned around in front of Kevin’s house, Hailey felt her eyes swell. She was finally feeling the severity of the situation. “Hailey?”

“I’m scared.” She muttered.

Jay sighed, he felt like he was holding everything together and he didn’t know how much longer he could handle the massive weight. “It’s going to be okay.” 

“But what if it’s not?” She snaps. “Erin is gone Jay, and I know you are choosing not to deal with that, but I’m trying. This isn’t an episode of scooby doo! There isn’t going to be a person dressed as a monster at the end of this, the person is going to be the monster.” She ran her hands through her hair, gripping at the ends. “We can’t do this on our own! We’re playing detective and it’s going to get us killed.” Hailey clamps her mouth shut, mortified by her outburst. It wasn’t fair to yell at him like that.

Jay clenches his jaw, he was mad, but not at her. He was mad because she was right, he was way out of his league, and he was putting everyone in danger. “I’m sorry,”was all she could come up with.

Hailey slammed her head against the headrest. “No, I’m sorry Jay. This isn’t your fault.” She felt terrible, how could she blame him like that.

“It’s okay.” Jay said, placing a hand over hers on the center console and giving it a squeeze. “I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t help but think the person involved is connected to the police. There has to be a reason they got nowhere with Erin’s case.” 

“Yeah, there is,” Hailey chuckled, “They didn’t have all the evidence.” 

“Hey!” Jay yelled, enjoying the now lightened mood. “To be honest, sometimes I think the person that took her wanted me to find it, why else would they be threatening us with it?” 

Hailey nods, “Yeah, that makes sense. Part of me wants to burn it, but I think we need it.” 

“I agree.” The rest of the ride to Jay’s house, which Hailey had agreed to go to earlier in the day, was quiet. They sat in comfortable silence, but when they pulled up to Jay’s house there was an ambulance parked outside. Jay’s eyes filled with fear as Hailey gripped the seat. “What the hell?”

...

A/N: Sorry this is on the shorter side! I wanted to post!

[laraslandlockedblues]

Trust Me

One of my favorite smuts, from Ch 21 of Just Like Heaven. Once the slow burn broke with these two, it was...whew *fans self*

This is for Smutty Slutty Weekend, so check out the rating explanation before proceeding. Under a read more for length and content <3

Summary: Now that she’s finally free of her past, Abby decides to treat Rylen.

Pairing: Rylen/Abigail, Rylen/OFC (M/F)

Words: 1894

Content Warning: Explicit for sexual content, including: restraint, switch!Rylen, established relationship, dirty talk, oral sex (blow job), vaginal sex, rough sex, blink and you’ll miss it praise kink, porn with feelings

~~

“I’ll do the dishes,” he told her, pushing himself to his feet and picking up their plates. For a moment she watched him moving about the small kitchen, and then she slid off the stool.

Once inside the bathroom she took a moment to look in the mirror, fixing her hair and smiling as she did. She felt giddy, like it was the first time, or a special occasion. In a way she felt like it was. The good news she’d had that day made her feel like celebrating.

Together.

Stripping out of her t-shirt and jeans she threw them aside and then turned so that she could check each piece to make certain it all had the effect she wanted. She straightened the straps and some of the lace, and then took a deep breath.

She couldn’t tell if it was nerves or excitement that made her heart race and her fingers tremble. Honestly there was little reason to doubt he would like it. She could probably wear a burlap sack and he would still ravish her like he had every time they had been together so far.

When she opened the bathroom door she noticed that he had turned most of the lights off, leaving on the small lamp they had moved beside the bed so that they didn’t have to get back up to turn the lights off. He was lounging on the bed, reading the new history book on Sparta and Ancient Greece he had gotten, but when he heard the door open he looked up.

And she was fairly certain his jaw actually dropped.

“I - uh, lass, you look - absolutely beautiful,” he said after a moment. He threw the book aside and sat up, crooking his finger to encourage her to the bed. She knelt on the mattress and crawled toward him, and he slid a hand down her back before he kissed her lightly. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“I was just passing by the shop and thought I’d peek in,” she murmured. “Plus I wasn’t certain how much sexy lingerie you’ve seen before.”

“Nothing like this,” he said. He slipped his arm around her and pulled her to lay beside him so that he could begin kissing her, one hand roaming over her as he did. Occasionally he released the kiss to glance down and take in the sight of her.

The lingerie she had decided on was a soft, dusty rose in color and lace all over, with a bit of the lace continuing up to delicately frame the neckline of the cups. Where the sheer cups met between her breasts was adorned with a rosy satin bow, the long, skinny ends of the ribbon hanging down over her belly. The panties were the same dusty rose lace, and the sides tied on the hips like bikini bottoms with the same long, satin ribbon.

Rylen’s kiss was nearly suffocating, and his fingers wandered over her, sliding beneath the lace and gripping her almost roughly in his impatience. He quickly yanked his shirt over his head and threw it aside before he continued his overeager caresses.

She wanted to enjoy it, though, feeling an urge to savor and tease him with what she was wearing, not put it on so that he could simply tear it right off of her.

When she pushed lightly at his chest he leaned back and peered down at her, but before he could ask her anything she gripped his shoulders and guided him back onto the pillows. After a moment of rolling and adjusting, she ended up on top of him. He smiled and ran his hands over her, again sliding his fingers under the lace. She was briefly distracted, enjoying the way his rough hands moved so familiarly over her breasts, but then she reached for his belt.

Pulling it off she bit her lower lip and held his inquisitive gaze for a long moment. “Trust me?” she murmured.

“Aye, lass, of course,” he answered without hesitation.

Abby grabbed his wrists and looped the belt around them before she also looped it about one of the posts. When it was secure she glanced down at him, only to find him smirking with an eyebrow quirked. “You were being too handsy,” she teased.

“Oh? Apologies, lass - I just couldn’t resist the look of you in that,” he told her. “I see you and I just can’t keep my hands off you.”

“And while normally I appreciate that,” she purred, stretching over him to tug his bottom lip between her teeth. “Right now I have other things I want to do.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said, breath catching as she ran her tongue down the side of his neck.

She pressed kisses to his collarbone, his shoulders, his chest, enjoying the feeling of his hot skin against her lips. When she reached the tattoo that graced his chest she flicked her tongue out, and then began to trace its lines with kisses and her tongue. His breathing became more shallow, and when she glanced up at him she saw him watching her eagerly, lips parted and brows furrowed.

Shifting above him she continued lower, still pressing kisses down his stomach as it flexed beneath her attentions. The dark trail of hair beneath his navel excited her, and she spent several long moments following where it led with her kisses. Her fingers worked eagerly at the button of his jeans, undoing them and sliding them off so that he was freed.

Taking him in one hand she slowly slid her hand up and down his cock, twisting her hand as she greedily kissed his hot skin, getting closer and closer to what she wanted. He was moaning, breaths sounding ragged as he watched her.

When she dragged her tongue all the way up the length of his hard cock he groaned, eyes shutting as his head fell back on the pillows. She swirled her tongue around the tip, still stroking him slowly with her hand, and then took him into her mouth. The way he writhed beneath her as she sucked gently at him only encouraged her.

Soon she was sliding him in and out of her mouth more quickly, occasionally slowing to tease and suck more intently at him. The feeling of him smooth against her tongue was wonderful, and she continued bobbing her head as she watched him strain against the belt around his wrists. She coated him with her saliva, sliding her hand over him to spread it to ease her caresses and mouth on him. Slowly she moved her mouth down his length, managing to take him down her throat before she pulled away. Something almost like a growl met the action, and his hips bucked lightly against her.

When she repeated the motion, a deep moan greeted her as his knee bent beside her. “Maker, lass,” he gasped, his wrists twisting against his belt, “if you’re not careful, I’m going to break the bed or my belt.”

“Is that so?” she murmured before dragging her tongue up his length once more. Reaching the tip she flicked her tongue across his slit, licking the salty beads of excitement that were leaking in response to her attentions. She took the tip of him between her lips once more and sucked hard at him as she twisted her hand up and down him. “So then - you want more?” she asked once she had let him fall out of her mouth with a pop.

The look in his eyes when he met hers sent shivers through her, the usual aqua smoky with desire. “Undo this restraint and I’ll show you how much I want,” he growled.

For a moment she held his gaze, breathless as she took in the intensity with which he was watching her. But she was wet and longing to feel him within her, as much as she was enjoying the sensations of him in her mouth. After considering she knelt above him and reached for the belt to undo it.

As soon as his wrists were freed he grabbed her and nearly tackled her to the bed, devouring her with a kiss as he pinned her. With one hand he hooked his fingers in the panties she wore and merely pulled them to the side as he took his place between her legs.

Rylen barely hesitated a moment before he slid himself within her, causing her to throw her head back on the bed with a loud cry. He immediately began thrusting into her, purring praise in her ear between grunts and moans. “There’s a good lass - did you enjoy my cock in your mouth? You’re already so close, Abigail, I can feel it. Is this what you wanted, love? You wanted me to take you like this, until you can’t stand it anymore?”

“Ry, fuck - please, you’re so - I want - yes, I want you,” she gasped, trying to keep up with all of the sensations crashing over her. She could hardly focus on anything except the feeling of him within her, the way he was rolling and jerking his hips into her. He moved with such an intense, raw passion she almost thought she would pass out.

He used his fingers against her clit to coax her to a screaming release, her whole body convulsing and arching beneath him as she lost herself. A moment later he jerked into her more roughly before he stilled, his panting breaths against her ear all that she could register happening around her. They were both slick with sweat, almost gasping for air as he went limp onto her, pressing her into the mattress.

“Oh my god, Ry, that was - I can’t - put into words how amazing you are,” she murmured. “Every time. Fuck,” she rubbed her forehead and then clung more tightly to him, “I love you.”

“I’ve never met a lass like you,” he breathed against her ear. He nuzzled into her hair and then finally raised his head so he could peer down at her. “And any time you feel like making me appreciate the lingerie you bought, feel free, lass. That was - perfect.”

She giggled and ran her hands through his wavy hair, taking in the way he was smiling at her.

“I promise,” she told him. “Glad you enjoyed it all. I wasn’t sure if any of that was - a thing for you, considering I didn’t know what was standard in Thedas for lingerie or -”

“Lass, you look beautiful,” he insisted, and he pressed a kiss to her. “Give me just a little bit of time and then maybe I can show you again just how beautiful you are.”

“Mmm, yes please,” she agreed, smiling up into his face. ”That sounds wonderful.”

“I’m yours, Abigail,” he said suddenly, brushing some hair off of her face before he smiled softly. “I hope you know that. No matter how everything goes, I’m - I’m here. I’m yours.”

Her heart swelled, but she couldn’t form the words to tell him how that made her feel, or to assure him that she felt the same.

And so she kissed him, hoping that he would understand from the way her lips moved against his that he was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever dreamed.

[heartbreakgrill]

ER: Room 6; Calum Hood/Michael Clifford (?) Pt. 1

description: in which you’re on the night shift, covering for a nurse in the ER, when a patient and his band is admitted into your room.

a/n: this is the intro to a new series! Should your love interest be Cal or Mike? Let me know!

The computer chair emitted annoyingly consistive squeaks, the gears grinding as you rocked back and forth. The squeaking was accompanied by the clicking of the mouse as you dragged cards across the computer screen. You gnawed on your bottom lip, pupils dilated from the bright light of the computer screen. It was a relatively quiet night in the ICU, only half a dozen or so of patients sleeping soundly across the third floor. You were wrapped up in a too-large zip-up jacket, the hospital-provided blue scrubs not-so flattering on your figure. A patient had vomited on you earlier, then you vomited on yourself while running for the bathroom. It had only been halfway through your 24-hour shift, and you couldn’t go all the way across the city for a new set of scrubs.

Oh, and, the only available size for the scrubs was a men’s large. The strings were tied as tight as possible, pant legs rolled up. With this outfit and the amount of fly-always surrounding your face, you looked like a hot mess. You were covering for a friend who was sick, and your 12 hour shift turned into this 24 hour one. It was hour 8, and you were becoming increasingly bored. You and two other nurses were working the night shift, along with 2 doctors who circulated between here and the ER. All had been calm, though.

You continued to play solitaire, occasionally sipping at your hot tea, chowing down a granola bar. But, with the ding of the elevator, your boss and chief resident of the hospital, Dr. Greene, stepped out into the dimly lit reception area. You quickly stood, shrugging the jacket up around your shoulders better. You looped the abandoned stethoscope around your neck, grabbed two charts, and stuck a pen behind your ear.

“Evening, Y/N,” he stopped at the counter, heels of hands holding him into it.

You acted surprised, pushing your loose hair from your face. “Oh, hey, Dr. Greene. I was just about to do rounds.“

“Are you busy then? Could you get Nina to do that?” He gestured to your companion who was snoozing away with her head in her hands on the other side of the round desk area.

“I could, but may I ask why?” You politely responded, all too hopeful that he didn’t need you in the ER, but-

“Nurse Hathaway went home sick. Throwing up everywhere.” The corner of his lip tugged down in a disgusted-like expression. “Could you come help out a little?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, let me just-“

I threw up and didn’t go home sick, you thought, shaking awake Nina, informing her of the change, and collecting your things from the desk. Dr. Greene didn’t wait for you, already loading himself into the elevator and riding down to the ER. You took that opportunity to slip from the moccasins youd had on your feet. You tugged on tennis shoes and quickly punched a finger into the elevator que.

Moments later, you were pushing through the chaos of patients and stepping into the break room. You greeted the soap opera on the tv, the empty Chinese food cartons on the coffee table, and the sleeping doctor face down on the couch. Quietly, you set your bag on the chair beside him and left the room. You approached the counter, kneading your hands together. The ER made you nervous, which is why you chose to work in the ICU, but you had interned down here for a year.

It was loud, machines beeping, sometimes people screaming or crying. Because it was one of the five hospitals in LA, it was often busy with junkies or gangsters. You’d been caught by a gun on the back of your hip once, threatened to be stabbed, but overall rescued by the security around every corner. It was horrible.

You rapped a knuckle on the counter, tucking more loose hair behind your ears and carefully spinning the rings in them as you said, “What’s up, Frankie? Got anything for me?”

“Oh, Nurse Y/L/N, what’re you doing here?” Frankie, the receptionist, spun around in her chair. She chewed loudly on some bubblegum, spinning a pen in her hand.

“I’m Hathaway’s replacement. Got anything?” You repeated.

“Yeah, you can take over rooms 5-8. They’re empty, but there’s some people out in the waiting area. Not too much, its pretty slow except for the two trauma rooms being busy.” Frankie pointed off in each direction as she spoke.

You nodded, pushing yourself off the counter. You picked up a clipboard, took the pen from behind your ear, and hit the door to the waiting area open with your hip. Your eyes took in the four people waiting to be admitted, all tagged along with by one person or, in the sickest looking man’s position, three. You noticed the worried looks on their faces, the pale and clammy skin of the hunched over one, and immediately stepped towards them.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Y/L/N. I’m gonna be taking care of you today. If you follow me I’m gonna get you a room, okay?” You crouched down to be at eye level with the sick boy, whose blond hair made him look even lighter. He weakly nodded and you stood at the same time the dark-haired one did. “Can he walk?”

The question was answered when he stood and nearly fell on top of you. His arms slung around your shoulders and you caught myself on your heels. The three others grabbed him, pulling him off of you.

“Let me grab a wheelchair,” you walked to the corner of the room where a rack of wheelchairs were. You popped one open and helped situate the boy into it. You gestured for the others to follow, the dark haired one falling in step with you.

He was flustered, hair shaggy with worried hands shoved into his hoodie pockets. “He’s been sick for a few days, but it got really bad last night. Said his chest was hurting and he was really short of breath. He doesnt have, like, heart or chest problems, so we got worried.”

You stopped outside of the room and he took it as his cue to open the door. He did, you thanked him, and stepped inside. Your lips cracked into a smile, “You should be worried even he did have chest and heart problems.”

The boy let out a shuddered laugh, skin sticky with sweat. “y-yeah.”

You shut the door and stepped up to the bed, “Can you help me get him up here?” They all did, hands shaky and faces weary. “Okay. Go ahead and take a seat. I have to do a physical evaluation before I get a doctor. I need to know what information to present a doctor with.”

“His names Michael, by the way,” the dark haired one added once they all nodded with approval to your plans. “I’m Calum. Hood, his last names Clifford.”

“You already did paperwork in the waiting area, right?” You carefully brushed Michaels hair from eyes, peeling them open to shine your flashlight in them. His eyes responded with dilation, a positive sign.

“No? No one really told us anything,” the tall blond responded.

You huffed, rolled your eyes, but tried not to look annoyed for your patient’s. “Okay, why dont one of you go to the front desk and ask for an information sheet. You’ll need to fill it out for him. i dont think he’s in any shape to hold a pen-“

You had been roaming your hands around his body, taking his blood pressure, peering at the back of his throat. Now, you were checking his pulse, and noticed that his fingernails were blue. You glanced back up at his lips, hearing the door open and close. The blond was gone, doing what you told him to. Michaels lips were blue.

You checked his blood pressure on the paper and frowned. It was normal, but you continued by taking his temperature. It was 104.2. You quickly unwrapped the stethoscope from your neck and lifted his shirt. He shuddered at your cold fingertips, causing a wave of shivers to wrack his body.

“Sorry, sh, its okay,” you cooed, hearing your voice drowned out by the quickness of his heartbeat. Keeping yourself cool, calm, and collected, you took the buds from your ears and tucked it around your neck. “Okay, I am going to get a doctor.“

You slipped from the room before they could question your flushed face. Quickly, you turned the corner from your assigned rooms and walked towards the desk, where a white coat was signing papers.

“Dr. Greene?” You stopped before him, “I have possible pneumonia in 6. He’s struggling to breath and I’m worried he’ll go into respiratory distress if we dont get him hooked up.”

Greene choked on his coffee and tore the clipboard from your hands. “Alright, lets get going.”

You took twice as many strides, shorter than the doctor who didn’t wait for you. The two of you calmed your exposures outside the room, not wanting to scare the boys inside. The blond was back with his own clipboard, scribbling and murmuring with the other two.

They nudged each other to pay attention when Dr. Greene arrived. You smiled politely at them, moving to stand across from Dr. Greene. “Michael Clifford, fingernails and lips are blue, coughing like crazy but no signs of blood. Chills, temperature of 104.5, blood pressure is 160 over 120, heartbeat is quick, but I didn’t have time to check because I came for you.”

Dr. Greene reached for the blood pressure equipment and took it again, eyes widening when he showed you the 100/120. “Okay, lets get him IVed, put a nasal cannula for oxygenation, order some blood tests, a chest x-ray, pulse oximetry, and a sputum test. Let me know what you happens and I will be back to help evaluate further instructions.”

“Okay, thank you,” you got to work, quickly wrapping a band around the left arm of your patient. This one was blank of tattoos, but still pretty thick with muscle. You couldn’t deny he was a handsome man, despite the blue lips, pale skin, and sweaty exterior.

You briefly heard Dr.Greene informing Michael’s friends of what was happening when the patient himself mumbled something. You quirked a brow, hummed, and leaned closer as you began to set up the nasal cannula. “What’s happening?”

“Hi, Michael,” you spoke gently, “my name is Nurse Y/N. Your friends brought you in because they were worried about you. Turns out, they were right to be. Your BP dropped to 100/120, your skin is blueing, your heartbeats rapid, inhale is clouded, and temperature is 104.5.”

“They actually care about me?” He weakly chortled, immediately coughing into his hands afterwards. You didn’t fault to notice the blood and carefully helped him settle back into the pillows.

“Hey, here,” you grabbed a cloth, wetted it under the sink, and carefully blotted at his hands, his lips.

He briefly smiled at you, eyes barely cracked open. “Youre really pretty.”

You blushed, scrunching up your nose as you set up fluids to run through his system. He was dehydrated, and you didn’t need a doctor to tell you that. “Thanks, Michael.”

You turned to leave, nodding at the boys as you passed. You found the telephone on the wall beside the room and dialed the memorized numbers. Soon, you were back in the room, pulling up the handles of Michael’s bed. You hooked his IV bag to the rod sticking up in the back, hung the clipboard by the front rung, and helped Calum push the bed through the door.

The two of you loaded the elevator, your eyes focused on the fluttering lashes on the sleep patient sleeping soundly below you. Calum was staring at the floor, eyes glassy with worry.

“Hes going to be okay, Calum. Worst case scenario, he ends up in the ICU for 4-6 days and Ill be watching him.” You giggled, smiling wider when Calum chortled.

“I thought you worked down here?” He twisted his hands on the handles, eyes fluttering around the elevator. Suddenly, it ringed and the doors opened.

You pushed along behind him, instructing him on which door to enter. “I was just covering for someone. I’m usually stationed in the ICU.”

“Oh,” Calum responded. You told him to take a seat in the waiting area and checked in with the x-ray administrators.

When Michael was wheeled into the room and transferred to the x-ray cot, you turned to join Calum. You sat in the chair beside him, arms crossed.

“How old are you?” He turned to ask.

“Why?” You shook your head, an amused expression on your face.

“Well, if he’s gonna be in the ICU for 4-6 days, I’m going to be there, too. Might as well get to know you before I’m up your ass for the next week.”

You liked this guy, and this unworried side of him. You could tell his humor would have you bent at the waist, head thrown back in laughter. You lifted a brow, smirked, and said, “Bold of you to assume I’m not going to be up your ass.”

“Try me.”

A beat of silence passed, both of your eyes turned away from one another, “I’m 23.”

Calum tilted his head towards you and smiled, “23. Youre young.”

“graduated early, top of my class,” you shrugged your shoulders with pride on your chest.”What about you? What do you do for a living?”

“Well, I’m surprised you weren’t fangirling when I introduced myself.” Amused with your twisted face, he continued, “I’m in a band. 5 Seconds of Summer. I play bass.”

You suddenly noticed his accent, which seemed to be faded from years in the US, “That makes, strangely, lots of sense. I can see you playing bass.”

He had huge dimples which deepened. “Maybe you can actually see me someday.”

“Woah, Hood, lets get through this x-ray first.”

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Morbid Fantasies (NSFW)

Three Blind Tooke Part One Resistance is Futile

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Warnings: noncon, dubcon, public sex, tattoo, noncon tattoo, mind control, oral, multiple orgasms, period mentions

Three Blind Tooke Part One: Resistance is Futile

Chapter Seven: Morbid Fantasies

We danced and danced all night; Of these fantasies we took delight. While the world burned to ash, We had ourselves the greatest of laughs.

Kylo Ren was gone by the time morning rolled around. You woke up alone, and within a few minutes two stormtroopers entered and escorted you to a cell. This one had a proper toilet, however you hardly took comfort in this. Your clothing was of only two layers, however the material kept you plenty warm. You had been provided with a pair of gloves, which you gratefully wore. You sat in the middle of the cell without attempting to harm yourself. You had previously been set at harming or killing yourself to prevent the discovery of your cell; now that it had been eliminated, however, you had decided that you would spend your time discovering some other way to cripple the First Order and/or Kylo Ren. You knew that he appeared to let his guard down somewhat when you were with him, yet never completely.

It unnerved you that he was tender during sex—in the sense that he ensured you became aroused rather than derived pain from his actions. A part of you would have preferred if you had been aching due to his actions. And then, of course, you remembered well the pain that you had felt when he had mind-tricked you into breaking your hymen with his lightsaber. You had no desire to experience that again.

To pass away the time, you started to do sit-ups. You followed this up with a round of push-ups before beginning various stretches to help get your body back into shape. Aside from eating or brainstorming ideas of the aforementioned nature, you had little else to do. You were aware of the passing time; aware that it had been at least four days since you had been taken to the cell. On the fifth day, you found that there was a wetness between your legs, which proved to be blood from your period. You wrinkled your nose, thankful when you were taken to be hosed down and then given both fresh clothing and sanitary napkins. The fact that you were bleeding at all gave you a minute amount of comfort. In a way, you doubted Kylo Ren cared whether or not you became impregnated—he would likely abort the fetus, given that he thought little of you as a human. No compassion for the enemy. You shuddered at the memory of how cold the man was.

On the eighth day of your time in the cell, you discovered there were speakers in the corners of the room. This you learned when one of the First Order propagandas began chiming overhead. You tried to plug your ears, to cover them with your hands, however found that the intention was to keep the audio going in a loop. You were close to tears when the day ended, when they finally shut off the words that spoke ideas and morals that went against everything you believed in. The following morning, it started anew.

By the end of your period, you were more than thankful to find that Kylo Ren had come to visit you. When he stood at the door to your cell and the propaganda from the previous day did not resume, you leapt to your feet. You nearly had the urge to hug the man, yet did not—your relief was not enough to cause you to forget that this was still your enemy. You were instructed to follow, and you obeyed, if only to get out of that cell. You were allowed to shower, Kylo Ren waiting in the refresher for you to finish. You dried your hair and body then dressed. You had been given a new pair of gloves as well as a thicker coat. You knew immediately from this that you would not be remaining indoors.

When again you followed Kylo Ren, you were indeed led outdoors. Your eyes widened at the sight of the two snow speeders. The darkly clad man paused near the first, looking over his shoulder at you until you approached it. You hesitantly climbed on. It took you off guard that he did not climb on behind you; rather, he straddled the second speeder. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to figure out what it was he was expecting of you. You fingered the ignition, watching him in your peripheral as he started to make slight adjustments on his ride. When it felt as though your heart was in your chest, you hit the ignition and set off.

Wind blew your hair, and you found that you had to squint to be able to see past the snow that was beginning to fall. You maneuvered the ride easily, having operated similar vehicles in the past during your training. In little time, you could hear the second vehicle behind you. You dared not look over your shoulder, knowing full well that seeing him pursuing you would only cause your nerves to give out on you.

You leaned into some of the turns to allow for a smoother ride. Starkiller appeared to be thick with trees. You were careful not to crash into any. Not once did the sound of Kylo Ren’s vehicle fade. You grit your teeth in frustration at this. There would be no losing him. You hit the brakes suddenly, and he shot past you a few feet before he, too, came to a stop. By that point, you had already leapt from your speeder and had started to run through the snow. It all felt surreal, being outdoors again. Fresh air entering your lungs as you, your body still not in the shape in had previously been, attempted to flee towards—you were not certain where. Anywhere.

When you heard the sound of him activating his lightsaber, you could not hold back the whimper. You ducked around a tree—then screamed as the plasma blade cut into the trunk of it directly above your head. You scrambled away, knowing full well that you were making tracks in the snow on the ground and would not be able to lose him. Kylo Ren’s next swing was also directly overhead. Your mind managed to reach the conclusion that he was not aiming to kill you. He simply wanted you to keep running. For what purpose, you did not know. And that terrified you.

You threw yourself to the ground, rolling out of the way of a kick he had directed at your side. This entire scenario nearly reminded you of the day he had caught you, of when he had nearly killed you. You touched the area on your body where you knew your scar was located on your front. Perhaps, you thought, he was deciding whether or not he wanted to kill you just then. That your life hung in his hands in such a manner did not sit well with you. Your started looking more desperately for something to counter his attacks with. That was when he seized the back of your shirt, dragging you backwards so that your body collided with his chest. The plasma blade hummed beside you, and your eyes were glued to that red light.

“Your skill set isn’t lacking,” he said, his voice deeper what with him wearing that helmet. You knit your brow. He had been testing you? For what purpose? Unless… A cold dread fell upon you. He had learned also of the two sister cells. There were two others who had your skill set, who had been trained as thoroughly as you. You did not know their identities; that had been a safety measure. Yet you knew of one another. This was why you were still alive; so that Kylo Ren could learn what elements you thrived in. It was no wonder he had brought you to Starkiller—the snow; that you knew how to operate a snow speeder, that the snow upon the ground had not caused you to hesitate when you set off running. You swore under your breath, prompting the man behind you to chuckle.

His thumb hit against the lightsaber’s hilt, and the blade disappeared. You gnashed your teeth and clenched your hands into fists. “How did you find out?” Rather than answer you, the man wound an arm around your waist and tugged you even closer. He laid his head upon your shoulder, his face hooked against your neck. “Creature?” It was too familiar, the way he was holding you. Moreso when he wrapped his other arm around you. It unnerved you, made your skin crawl. You had a strong impression that this was exactly why he was doing such things. “When are you going to kill me?”

“Rushing off to death?” he drawled without releasing you. “Are you more resourceful than your allies?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you hissed out, your response not a lie.

“You bled.”

“What?” You turned your head partway, blinking as you tried to figure out what he was talking about. “Bled?” Your period, you realized. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Bleeding that way…the scent for any tracking animals…” You swallowed. “They regulated your cycle, and you were not sent on missions during menses… Are the others female?”

“I don’t know anything about them. They could be eunuchs for all I know.” He hummed in response, still not releasing you. You had started to relax in his arms. It had dawned on your that he was listening to your heartbeat, feeling it. Remaining close to feel any alterations in your breathing. Gauging your reaction to everything. “Why not probe my mind, creature?”

“You’re quite proficient at throwing up walls…at distracting me.”

“You sound as though you’re interested in watching all of my memories,” you said with a tinge of disgust. “Do you have a crush on me, creature? You’re repulsive.”

“Because I kill my enemy? The same way you have killed yours?” You had no response for that. You pressed your lips into a thin line, your bottom lip threatening to protrude forward in a light pout. You felt something slither along your brain, caressing your mind as he listened to your thoughts. “Ah. Because I saw the flaws of the Light.”

“Because you allowed darkness to seduce and corrupt you,” you snapped out. “And your mother—gg!” A tight grip on your throat, an invisible hand choking you. It left you a moment later, and you coughed before drawing in a deep breath of air. “The general,” you started, trying anew. This time you were not choked. “She doesn’t want you killed, does she?”

“This frustrates you,” he said matter-of-factly. You lowered your eyes to the ground. Kylo Ren caressed your arms with his thumbs as he held you there. “You’re more of a fighter than even your general.”

“How low you must be to be able to insult her that way.” Snow was beginning to collect on your head, on your eyelashes. You blinked in an attempt to rid yourself of the flakes.

“You’re rather poor at taking compliments.” This time you turned your head and dipped your chin so that you could look at his helmet. The mask portion remained tucked into your neck. “You’re not afraid of death.”

“I am,” you admitted. “I’m more afraid of leading others to their deaths.” You watched him for several seconds. “I really am your fix…” The muscles in his arms tensed; you could feel them. “That’s… Why would you… Just kill me. There’s both light and dark in you, isn’t there? So let your light side kill me.”

“You’re asking for mercy, tooke?” He sounded confused again. It was nice to know you could surprise him.

“Maybe it’s giving you a small mercy.” Kylo Ren lifted his head at long last, his visor pointed in your direction. You knew you were looking him in the eye. “If the light is calling to you…if you’re keeping me alive because of that…you should kill me.”

“Before you reveal your secrets?” It sounded as though he had scoffed at you. “Tooke, you aren’t important enough to lead me astray. I won’t be seduced.”

“What peculiar wording.” Kylo Ren drew back from you slowly, as though he didn’t know how to react to your statement. “You have been fucking me after all.” His visor hadn’t shifted from your face, though the man had begun to walk, to circle you. “You’re plenty seduced, aren’t you?”

“Are you trying to anger me?” he asked. “To get me to kill you?” He chuckled. “Perhaps it’s you who is being seduced. Craving my touch.”

“Hardly.” And yet he lifted a hand, caressing your face—and you did not pull away as you would have in the past. Catching yourself, you wrenched away from him. “I don’t crave it.”

“You miss it when it’s not there. When I entered your cell, you seemed happy to see me.”

“Desperation is not the same thing.”

“You’re desperate for me, tooke?” Amusement. You felt your cheeks heating up in embarrassment and frustration. “Mine is the only body you’ve ever known.” You narrowed your eyes, wanting to bite back with the fact that it hadn’t been your choice to have it as such. “You’re familiar with it.” He had taken a step closer to you again. The man was mere inches away from you, and you had to tilt your head back to keep your gaze locked with his.

“It isn’t your body at all that I want.”

“How sweet.”

“That’s not what I meant.” His snarkiness knew no bounds. You scowled and shook your head. “You’re the only form of…personal contact. Conversation—what could pass as it. And those lies I was being forced to listen to… You being there at my cell meant that they would be over, if only for a little while.”

“You’re looking for semblances of General Organa in me… You won’t find any.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you replied. “You’re both stubborn in your own way. Quick-witted. There are similarities, whether you like them or not. It’s our past that helps shape who we are now… Even if you are no longer…if Ben Solo is dead, that doesn’t mean he had no part in Kylo Ren.”

“And what of you?” he countered, tilting his head to the side as he considered you. He said your name, and you flinched. “She is dead… Simply a tooke now. Is that all?”

“You may wish to be my master, however you aren’t. You won’t ever be. And you’ll never know who or what I am, because you mean nothing to me.”

“Yet again, you are wrong, tooke.”

“Wrong?” you repeated, your voice soft. Once more, he did not reply. Kylo Ren stepped forward, grabbing your upper arm and steering you back to the snow speeders. He pushed you onto one then climbed onboard behind you. You figured that someone else would be sent for the other speeder when he started up the vehicle and turned it, heading back in the direction from which the two of you had previously left.

You were taken to his quarters again, where your wrists were tied to the headboard of his bed. You worried only when your ankles were also secured. Began to sweat when a stormtrooper entered, carrying a device you recognized from your time with one of your now-deceased comrades. A tattooing gun. You jerked at your restraints, and shook your head. Kylo Ren lifted the gun and walked over to you. The stormtrooper exited.

“Where do you want it?” the man asked, as though he were offering you something of worth.

You snarled. “Nowhere. Don’t. Get…get away!” He had straddled your hips and started to draw up your shirt. “Don’t!”

“Neck. Shoulder. Hip. Back. Arm. Wrist. Ankle.” You squeezed your eyes closed as he continued to list parts of your body that could potentially be marked. “Where, tooke?”

“No… What are you—?”

“You’re mine, tooke. You won’t forget that any longer.” His name, you realized with disgust. He was going to mark his name on you. You turned your head away. “Mm… You’re so obstinate, tooke.” He shifted his weight, leaning so that he was able to work with your left hand. You started to curl it into a fist then stopped immediately when he said, calmly, “You will remain still for me.”

“I will remain still for you.”

He set to work without pause, his technique rather precise. It was when he was finished that he allowed you to have full control over your mind and body again. Your finger stung a little. You tilted your head so that you could look at it. Then squeezed your eyes closed. He had made a ring of sorts on your ring finger; his name wrapping around it as though you were bound to him forever. You knew that it was the finger on which people wore their wedding rings due to the fact that the veins led to the heart.

“You’re horrible.” Kylo Ren released you from your shackles, and you brought your hand in front of your face. “I hate it.” You thrust your right hand up towards him. “The least you could do is put Ben Solo on the other.” It had been a sarcastic remark, and yet Kylo Ren seized up your wrist. “I was—“

“You will remain still for me.”

“I will remain still for you.” When again he was done, you wrinkled your nose. “Dreadful creature.” He had risen from the bed and walked over to his collection of ashes. The tattooing gun was set off to the side. You remained where you were until a stormtrooper had entered to retrieve the object. When once more the two of you were alone in his quarters, you looked at Kylo Ren. “Won’t it bother you, seeing that name? Or do you plan on removing my finger? My hand? I suppose, in the end, you’ll simply burn me, right?”

“Supreme Leader has found that this is best.”

“Su…preme….Leader?”

“My master.” You did not know how to feel, that he was honestly answering your question. “You are…a fix. Your naivety serves as a reminder of how foolish it would be to listen to any calls from the light.”

“And in the meanwhile, you’re using me to learn of my comrades.” A hum to indicate an affirmative answer. “Raping me.” He turned away from the ashes and looked your way. “You think of me as nothing more than spoils of war…as property… I loathe you.”

“Do you expect kindness from the enemy?”

“I expect death. Torture, even, sure. But…oh.”

“Oh?”

“Shit!”

“Ah, an intelligent tooke. Letting your guard down, allowing me to see how to work through those mental defenses you were trained to throw up. My humanity is your weakness. You asking for his name on you only served to prove this.” Kylo Ren removed his helmet and set it in the ashes. He walked over to you, and you remained still. The man seized both of your wrists and placed your hands against his chest. “It’s easier for you when the enemy is a stranger.”

“For you, it doesn’t matter, does it?” you spat, snatching back your limbs. His mouth collided with yours, and you turned your head, breaking the kiss. “Why are you kissing me?”

“A show of respect, tooke.” You looked at him with your eyes alone. “You’re more than a body. The first to survive…to continue to fight me. The others of the Resistance were nothing more than jokes. But you…” Your gaze dropped to his mouth, which he pressed to yours a second time. You did not respond, but this time you did not turn away. “You’re on the wrong side, tooke.”

“Simply because you have the upper hand right now? I won’t be intimidated by you. I won’t be—“ You jerked your head to the side. “Stop trying to kiss me.”

“It’s the gentlest way to silence your lies.” You huffed, facing him again to find that he was smirking. “When I find the other two, tooke, you will be the one to pull the trigger.”

“I won’t.” He chuckled, and you had the strong impression that you would not be given a choice.

 It was in the morning where you once more knew that you loathed him. Kylo Ren had a hologram projection of the interrogation that was currently taking place displayed for him. You, your arms pinned under his legs and your legs hooked over his shoulder, were forced to listen. You closed your eyes as one of your fellow Resistance members screamed. Kylo Ren’s tongue slipped out from behind his lips and nudged your clit. You closed your eyes, glaring at the man as your toes started to curl in pleasure. His attention was glued to the projection. For a second time, he lapped at you absentmindedly. You dug your nails into the material of his pants. Your arousal dwindled at the sound of your comrade having his fingernail ripped off—at least, at the threat of it followed by his screaming in pain. You gagged; how was it that the man pinning you could watch it with such disinterest as he pressed his lips against your nub in a brief kiss.

What made things worse was the physician in the room. It mattered not to Kylo Ren that his actions were observed by another. The physician readied a needle to draw your blood. Your chest heaved, in anticipation of being poked, in frustration over your fellow Resistance member’s current position, and as arousal shot through you once more. Kylo Ren had sealed his lips around your clit, sucking against you. Your body spasmed. You swallowed hard, trying to wiggle yet finding yourself properly pinned.

He drew back when the physician moved in closer. You turned your head away, glaring at the far wall as your blood was drawn. When the needle was removed and the tiny wound was covered, Kylo Ren ran his tongue along your folds. The Resistance member was sobbing, but still promised aloud he wouldn’t break. Kylo Ren’s lips twisted into a cruel smirk. Again your arousal started to fade—only to return in full when he flicked his tongue in and out of you in quick succession a total of four times. Your mouth had opened.

The physician took the vials of blood and exited the man’s quarters. You watched him leave, trying to distract yourself from a fresh scream. A loud snap, like a twig being stepped upon. It was the sound of a finger breaking. You felt goosebumps rise on your flesh. Kylo Ren pursed his lips and blew against your clit in a way that had your vaginal walls clenching around nothing. You squirmed, trying to unhook your legs from his shoulders. The way he had you stretched out, however, made it to where your limb was still extended, your cunt remaining exactly where he wanted it. His gloved fingertips traced along your lower belly before shifting to your sides. He ran his hands up and down, sending a tingling sensation shooting through you.

The officer in charge of interrogating your ally was speaking. Your mind was unable to wrap around the meaning of any of the syllables spoken; Kylo Ren had buried his face into your cunt and started eating you out with vigor. His pupils were wide, dilated and darker. You stared at his face with your mouth hanging open, heavy and noisy breaths escaping you as you tried to buck your hips and claw at his legs. His tongue was thrusting in and out of you, swirling every so often around your entrance. He slurped noisily, which only caused you to grow more wet. He started to bend the knee of his left leg then straightened the limb fully again, trapping your arm before you had a chance to free it.

You whimpered when, with his tongue flat against your clit, he suddenly paused in his actions. His eyes were glued to the hologram. Your eyelids fluttered. Closing your mouth, your nostrils flared as you tried to come down from your intense arousal—you had nearly been brought to orgasm, only to be denied. Kylo Ren flicked his tongue up, and you gasped. No movement from him for another moment until he ran the underside of his tongue down your clit and trailed his organ to your entrance. You seized your bottom lip between your teeth, furrowing your brow as you waited for him to delve into you. Instead, however, his tongue slipped back into his mouth. He raised his chin and watched the interrogation with renewed interest.

“Half-assed,” you growled, a few tears slipping down your cheeks as you attempted to cope with your denied orgasm for a second time. His response was to send another stream of air through pursed lips against you. You moaned, your struggles to free yourself renewed. “Nnn… Stars, you’re…” His gaze drifted down to you, and you quieted instantly. He had leaned his head to the side, resting his cheek against your thigh. You narrowed your eyes at him, reminding yourself that you would not beg. Kylo Ren walked the fingers of his right hand up towards your leg, where he started drawing lazy circles on you. It was enough to renew the tingling sensations running through your body, to cause your body to start trembling with the need for release. You grit your teeth, which audibly protested the pressure you were putting on them despite the rubber capping as Kylo Ren traced his name with the tip of his tongue against your clit. He then swiped down your folds, waggling his tongue for just long enough to bring you to your peak, and then he again drew back.

His tongue in his mouth, he sucked for a few seconds whilst observing the interrogation. You could hear the Resistance member sobbing, begging for it to stop. In some ways, you could not blame him. This wasn’t his first interrogation, from what you had gathered. You tilted your head back so that you could see his face. It wasn’t someone you personally recognized, however you still found yourself cringing at his current state. Saying you wouldn’t wish that on your worse enemy would be a lie at that point; you did want the First Order to crumble, especially because of the hologram.

Kylo Ren grazed his teeth against your clit before gently clamping down, tugging at you. Your body started to spasm again, your vaginal walls beginning to clench—only for him to release you and lay his cheek on your thigh. You looked down the length of your body at him.

“Will you just sto-ooooh!” He had dropped his thumb down, rocking it back and forth along your clit, which was slick with his saliva and your juices. It hardly surprised you when he stopped before you could cum, yet that did not stop you from releasing a groan. You felt more tears slipping down from your eyes, falling into your hair.

“He spills every time, tooke,” Kylo Ren said in a neutral tone. “There is no need for me to break him.” You started to hum to yourself to drown out his voice, to block out the sounds of the man doing exactly what your captor had stated—he was giving the First Order the information they had been pressing him for. Your humming turned into a strangled moan when Kylo Ren sealed his mouth around you, when his tongue plunged into you and wormed its way around as he groaned. The vibrations brought you over the edge at long last, your over-stimulated nerves manipulated by his ministrations.

It was the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced. Your vision blurred around the edges, flashes of black then color. Tears spilling down your cheeks. It took you a moment to realize that you were moaning between gulping in air. Then sobbing again as Kylo Ren did not cease in his actions. He was tongue-fucking you in earnest, his eyes locked with yours when you looked up at him in desperation. He turned his head from side to side a fraction of an inch, as though telling you he had no intention of stopping. Your heart raced in your chest, panic setting in. Your fingers dug at his leg, and you feared that you would hyperventilate.

“Let go!” you screeched before throwing your head back as he brought you to orgasm for a second time. It was weaker than the first, yet added on to your exhaustion. Still, he did not stop. “Nnnn…no! Nnnn-ooooh!” His thumb was rocking against your clit, his tongue deep inside of you. “Kriff! Kriffkriffkriffkriffkriff—“ Your mantra broke off in a growl. You could feel him smirking against you as you came again. Kylo Ren turned his head, pressing kisses to your inner thigh. His tongue ran along your flesh before he bent both of his legs enough for you to free your arms. You set your forearms against his shins, pressed your palms on his pants, and pushed your torso up so that your legs slid off his shoulders. You were dizzy, blinking repeatedly and trying to keep from passing out.

He had dropped a hand to his lap and freed his swollen cock. You stared at it absently, watching him when he started to stroke himself. “Are you aching for it, tooke?” You swallowed thickly. Kylo Ren shifted onto his knees. The hologram behind you disappeared, an indication that the interrogation had at long last ended. Your captor grabbed your legs, tugging your lap closer to his. Your bodies did not quite connect. “Hmm?” He dipped his hips prior to shifting forward a little more, the head of his cock brushing from your perineum, past your inner lips, and along your clit. You looked up at him with a blank expression. Then furrowed your brow.

Kylo Ren set his hands upon the mattress on either side of your hips. He climbed up your body until his face was level with yours. By then you were starting to look around yourself.

“There’s nothing within reach, tooke,” he stated calmly. You shuddered at the sound of his voice, at the way he rolled his hips once more into yours. Kylo Ren aligned himself with you and thrust up into you. Your vaginal walls clenched around him, as though trying to pull him further into you, or else push him away. His hands were on the mattress beside your head, palms still flat. You were gritting your teeth again, trying to ignore the sensations of pleasure flooding through you.

Which was rather easy to do—until he started to move. Your over-sensitive flesh was easily stimulated by his every touch. You placed your hands against his chest, for once not trying to push him away from you. You were shaking too badly to even attempt that. “O-out, creature,” you whispered, lowering yourself once more so that you were fully laying down. Kylo Ren moved along with you, his clothed chest flush with your naked one, save for where your hands touched him. His mouth met yours, silencing anything else you had planned on saying.

Your lips were pliant, allowing him to thrust his tongue inside. You could taste yourself on him, which drew a moan from you. Encouraged by your response, you felt him exploring more of your mouth. He broke the kiss, his hot breath washing over your face. “You need this, don’t you?” You averted your gaze. He stopped thrusting into you, and you squeezed your eyes closed. You would not beg for it—you didn’t need it, you told yourself repeatedly. No matter how much your body was throbbing for him, you did not need it. “So stubborn.” Kylo Ren withdrew from you, and your eyes snapped open. You stared at him with wide eyes, searching his face. “I don’t need it, tooke.” He stood, grasping himself and beginning to jerk his cock. “I’m willing to touch myself.”

You knew your face properly displayed your flustered state. It was frustrating, his retorts, the fact that they were, on even a purely physiological level, correct. “I won’t beg for you,” you hissed. He said nothing in response, his actions not ceasing. You lowered your attention from his face back to his cock. He was rocking into his own touch, the sight of this causing your body to remind you how much you were aching to be filled. You called to mind the memory of the Resistance member’s screams and cries of pain. Precum started to leak from his slit, however, and you felt yourself becoming wet again. “Kkkk….kriff.” His hand slowed. Kylo Ren watched you with a smirk forming on his face. He traced his fingers over the precum then stepped closer to you and thrust his fingers into your mouth. The taste of him did not help your current condition. You jerked your head to the side. “You’re repulsive.”

“Very well.” He resumed pleasuring himself, quick movements of his wrist aiding in his actions. You looked ceiling-ward and attempted to regulate your breathing. Kylo Ren released a grunt, and you clenched your hands into fists against the bed sheets. A swear left his lips, and the next second you felt his cum hitting your legs. A hiccup rocked your body. He tucked himself away, grabbed one of his extra shirts, and threw it at you. It hit your chest. You sniffled, hiccupped again, and pulled the material over your head before hooking your arms through the sleeves. Your body felt as though it were on fire, as though anything touching it was searing your flesh.

You hooked part of the sleeve over the heel of your hand and wiped the cum off your leg. You paused midway through the action, finding that it was adding to your discomfort. “Creature?” Kylo Ren picked up the hand on which his name had been tattooed onto your finger; he slipped that specific digit into his mouth and sucked on it. The hand that was not holding onto your wrist moved between your legs, two of his fingers entering you. You spread your legs wider, hating yourself for doing so and yet realizing you would find no relief if you did not. Your finger left his mouth with a light pop.

“Do you like this tooke?” he asked, practically smiling at you. When you did not answer, his fingers paused. “You’re running out of time.” You wrinkled your nose, knowing he was going to be leaving soon due to the information that had been provided to him by the other Resistance captive. “Decide.”

You locked eyes with him. As though he did not care either way—and perhaps he didn’t—Kylo Ren started to remove his fingers. “Gg…” He paused, blinked, and pressed his lips tightly together. “P…pl…” You shook your head. You couldn’t do it. Kylo Ren hummed and finished removing his fingers. He sucked your juices off his fingers as he straightened himself. You watched him walk to his collection of ashes, pick up his helmet, and put it on before walking out of his quarters. “Damn it!” You reached for his holoprojector, threw it across the room, and bundled yourself under his blankets. It was still cold on Starkiller, and the shirt he had provided you with only kept your top warm.

You never complained that you didn’t have anything to do while he was gone; it was better than sitting in that cell with the First Order propaganda playing overhead all day. You would take naps, daydream about killing Kylo Ren, and at times exercise still. This time, you picked at the spot from where your blood had been drawn. It took what seemed to be hours before your arousal had at last fully left you.

When Kylo Ren returned, he was trailed by a droid carting your dinner and his. You sat up in bed, drawing your knees up towards your chest. The food smelled delicious, and your mouth instantly started watering. A tray was set up, on which the plates were put. The lids were lifted, and the droid exited the man’s quarters. There were two glasses of wine, which caused you pause. Your eyes lifted to Kylo Ren’s face, which had been revealed when he had removed his helmet. He climbed onto the bed beside you, tugged the tray closer, and handed you your glass. You held it by its stem and peered into the liquid. He seized his own flute of wine and clinked his against yours in a toast.

You brought the rim of the cup to your lips, taking a sip without actually tasting it. The alcohol stung, what with you not having drank anything of real flavor in quite some time. You winced, set the glass back on the tray, and waited. In the past, if you tried to begin eating before Kylo Ren was ready, you found your hand smacked away. He nudged your plate closer to you, and you picked up your utensils to begin eating. It was rice with what appeared to be either a curry or gravy with chunks of shredded meat inside. Things that required little chewing, given that he refused to have the caps permanently removed. Oh, he had allowed for a temporary removal of them while you were under his control so that new caps could be applied, the old ones cleaned.

You brought the first bite to your mouth, blew on it to eliminate some of the steam, and then slipped it past your lips. Rather than eat his food, Kylo Ren simply observed you. You noticed this only after the third bite. Your chewing slowed, and you looked hesitantly from the man’s face to your plate of food and then to the bite of food you had prepared. “What did you do?” you asked, setting down your spoon.

His lips split into a wry grin. “An ingredient in the curry—what do you think it is?”

You stared at the food in question, trying to figure out if he meant the meat or the curry itself. You figured it was the latter. What could possibly have him—you gagged. “No.”

“Hmm? Do you know, tooke?”

“You didn’t….”

“I did not make it.”

“You killed…you killed him…”

“His death was ordered. He was no longer necessary—and why should you care? He spilled so many secrets. You should be relieved that he perished.” You started to stick your finger down your throat, only to have him catch your wrist and tug your hand away from your mouth. The ashes of his enemy had been added to the powder of the curry, you knew. You had just consumed one of your ally’s remains. Unless he was lying, which you sincerely doubted given how much cruel glee was written on his face. He seized hold of your glass, offering it to the hand he held captive. You took the wine, draining it completely.

A large part of you wanted to throw the empty glass across the room, at his face. Yet you knew that he would stop either action, even if it meant using the Force. You replaced the glass on the tray then turned your back to him. You could hear Kylo Ren pushing away the tray. It hardly surprised you; the moment you had realized the ashes had been put into the curry, you had assumed he had previously eaten. His plate had been brought merely as a ploy to get you to eat your own food. You felt sick to your stomach.

“You’re vile.”

He chuckled. “It’s harmless, tooke.” You wrinkled your nose at his words, looking over your shoulder at him in unmasked disgust. You knew what he was implying. You had inhaled the ashes of your deceased comrades when he had shoved your face into them weeks ago. It was the fact of the matter, however; and you would not be budged on your stance with it. You turned away from him once more, prompting him to click his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Ignoring me, tooke?”

“No—I simply don’t want to look at you.” You brought your hands into your lap, setting the left over the right. You traced your ring finger on your right hand, caressing the name of Ben Solo to remind yourself of the man’s history. To remind yourself of his mother, who had helped with the creation of the Resistance for a reason. A reason you fully supported. You needed to remind yourself that the galaxy held more than just monsters.

Kylo Ren reached around you, setting his hand atop both of yours. His thumb trailed along the tattoo of his current name. When you did not pull away from him, he rested his chin atop your head. You could feel his breath in your hair, indicating he was breathing through his nose. You allowed your eyes to drift closed and pretended for a moment that it was not your enemy holding you, that it was someone more familiar—a faceless someone, any member of your now-destroyed splinter cell would have done.

“Should I blindfold you, tooke?” You sighed, his voice shattering the fantasy you had started to build in your head. “Remain completely silent and keep you from seeing my face. Would you pretend one of your comrades was fucking you? I know you start to think of them, to pretend I am not the one near you. Would you ride my cock with enthusiasm?”

“You’re—“

“Disgusting?” he asked, his tone dripping mockery. You shook your head, once more frustrated with him. “You would call the wrong name, wouldn’t you?”

“So,” you said testily. “You are frustrated that I refer to you only as ‘creature’. That’s all you are. Nothing more.”

“Sometimes I’m a monster, you say,” he teased. You looked towards your lap, at the way his hand was still upon yours. “So patient…” You broke out of his loose embrace, sliding under the covers so that you were lying on your side with your back to him. You stared at the helmet of Darth Vader. You had thought, in passing, of attempting to finish breaking it. You did fear to do so; it was not only your life you worried over. What else would he do in anger, you wondered. If he was able to passively harm you as he had in the past, you did not want to waste your time with such petty things to invoke his anger. You would rather his anger be aroused by a failed attempt to murder him.

You listened as he removed his clothing. The mattress shifted a few times, and you said nothing in response to the way it only added to the nausea that was still undulating through you at the knowledge that you had been fed some of your comrade’s remains. You were waiting for him to turn you over onto your back, to climb between your legs and fuck you as he did whenever he had stripped this way in the past. Instead, he laid against you, spooning with you.

As you had stated previously, he was your only form of what could pass as a conversational partner. Having been left alone for the majority of the day, you found yourself remembering this fact, much to your chagrin. “Creature?” No reply. “If I say your name, creature, what then?”

“How do you mean, tooke?”

“Nothing,” you said, a little breathily. “I won’t do it.” He lifted his hand to your neck, his hand enclosing around your throat. You winced when he started to squeeze. Not enough to fully cut off your air supply, but enough so that you felt the effects of a limited amount of oxygen. Kylo Ren released you of his own accord, and you rubbed your sore flesh. “You’re so tempermental.”

“You should dress if you so wish.” Your blood ran cold. There were extra clothes for you in the closet. An outfit that was meant to keep you warm when you were sent to your cell, where the lies of the First Order would play over and over again. “You have five minutes to decide.” He turned over, likely reaching for a commlink to summon a ‘trooper to take you away.

You moved so that you were facing him, your hands on his arm, which stilled. “I…” You were watching his face, which told you nothing other than that he was disappointed with you. Words would have no impact on him. Except, perhaps, if you uttered out that wretched name, which you would not do, damn it! You cringed as you took one of your hands off his arm and instead placed it on his abdomen before trailing down further. You gripped his cock, pumping him. Kylo Ren stared at you for a passing second then resumed reaching for the commlink. “Wait!” He did not. “I need it!” you said desperately, hating yourself, but more fearful of being trapped in that cell for who knew how long. He had already proven he could go over a week without seeing you. The man paused again, his eyes sliding to your lips, which had started to quiver. You stroked him as you repeated the wretched phrase: “I need it.” You refused to do more than touch him until he said aloud that you would not have to go. Otherwise he could simply have you fuck him then send you away all the same; his word was good, you knew that much to be true. But he wasn’t saying anything.

He lifted up the commlink, bringing it to his ear as you wrapped a leg around his hip. You ground against him, growing wet at the feeling of his half-hard cock pressing up against your cunt. His thumb grazed over the call button. You sobbed out a single word: “Ren.” He stiffened, yet did not set down the commlink. You swallowed thickly at the saliva that had gathered in your mouth, at the thickness that was developing in your throat and threatening to choke you. “Kylo Ren.”

“You should dress if you wish,” he said once more. “Three minutes.”

Beyond desperate, you positioned his cock at your entrance and lowered yourself onto him. He grunted, allowed you to push him onto his back so that you could properly straddle him, and passively watched you as you started to ride him with tears streaming down your face. He was not meeting your thrusts, which caused you to lift a hand to your face. You wiped at your tears then took the knuckle of your index finger between your teeth as you hiccupped. His pupils dilated when you used your other hand to start touching yourself. You toyed with your clit, your actions unsure as you had never done this of your own accord. You felt him shudder underneath you.

“Crea—Kylo Ren,” you corrected yourself. His eyes were glued to your cunt, to your fingers teasing your clit and to the way his cock was slipping in and out of you. You trembled as a wave of pleasure started to roll through you, your body reacting to his. Kylo Ren met one of your thrusts, which caused hope to blossom within you. You rocked back and forth on his dick, his erection filling you up and stretching you. “Nnn…K-Ky…lo…R-ren,” you moaned out this time. His hands seized your hips, and he started fucking up into you. Your jaw dropped at the intense sensations running through you. Never before had you felt this good when fucking him. Your hope that he would not send you back to the cell mingled with your arousal.

He did not hold back either. Kylo Ren bucked up hard, and you felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. It was slightly painful, yet you found yourself wanting to take him as deep into your body as you could—anything to get him to say you could stay, that you wouldn’t have to listen to the audios. Your finger started working faster against your clit. Kylo Ren batted away your hand, hooking his thumb against you instead. His pace was quicker than yours, and you came around him in a short amount of time, his name slipping from your lips.

You nearly collapsed on top of him, however the man shoved you onto your back, kneeling between your legs as he continued to pound his hips into yours, continued to toy with your clit, pinching it and tugging at it so that your legs spasmed and twitched. His mouth found your breast, his tongue lapping at you.

“Nn—d-d-don’t…wa…w-w-wa..n…t…to—“

“Shh,” he hissed out, throwing his head back. You could feel his cock pulsating inside you, could tell he was seconds away from cumming. He pulled out, his hand on his dick, jerking himself as he ejaculated on your stomach. He swiped up some of his cum, shoving his fingers into your mouth. You obediently sucked his semen off of his digits, staring pleadingly at him. “Okay, tooke. Kriff, you’re desperate, aren’t you?” You mentally berated yourself, yet at the same time allowed him to thrust his fingers back and forth in your mouth, fucking you with them. “If you disappoint me tonight, tooke, you’ll go to your cell.”

You grit your teeth. He kissed from your shoulder down to your cunt. You hooked your legs over his shoulders, bringing a smirk to his lips, which he pressed together so that he could kiss your clit. You eyed the wine glass, still empty, as he started to hungrily lick at you. It was out of reach. Kylo Ren paused, you felt him do so, and looked up at you.

“I…” You knew he knew what you had been thinking. You settled on the mattress. “I’ll be…good. Please.” Another night, you told yourself. When he was truly off-guard.

“This is your only warning, tooke.”

“Yes, crea—Kylo.” He parted your folds with that skilled tongue of his, and you got off on thinking of ways you could kill him while he ate you out.

[Sometimes we let the monsters play, Allow them to believe that they’ve won; But we are only biding our time— The victory is ours when the battle is done.]