#I already haven’t been keeping up with it for the past few weeks. didn’t miss anything interesting (imo)

[blueish-bird]

Gege’s writing has felt mad frustrating and predictable lately; it’s like whenever he doesn’t know what to do he just introduces a time limit/ultimatum, kills someone (usually a woman), and/or includes incesty shit. Honestly the shock value has worn off at this point, it’s gotten boring.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Take A Break | Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Summary: Toto has been pushing himself too hard trying to get the upgrades sorted. As his concerned wife, you plan a surprise visit.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. Bad writing

Requested: Yes by Anon (Hope I did this justice)

2024 season. There's a little blurb halfway through as well.

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mercedesamgf1 boss man hard at work 

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ynwolff_official you better be looking after him

→ mercedesamgf1 yes, ma’am. we’re doing our best 

→ ynwolff_official tell him if he doesn’t stop working late, he’ll be in trouble when he comes home 

→ mercedesamgf1 stop making the admin team threaten me, schatz. they keep coming into my office shaking and you’ll get me into trouble with hr - toto 

user1 tell him to make an insta 

georgerussell63 he looks like a sith lord

→ ynwolff_official i think you mean, very handsome

→ georgerussell63 i’m not going to say that about my boss

→ alex_albon why not? you were telling me the other day that you think he looks much better in the white shirt than the black zip up 

user2 anyone else think he looks tired lately?

→ user2 he’s been working extra hard to get the upgrades ready, i’m guessing 

→ user3 plus wifey and jack haven’t been able to make a race in a while so he’s probably missing them after that triple header

user4 george won’t be getting those upgrades once yn tells toto that he wouldn’t admit he was handsome

→ mickschumacher i’ve already told 

→ georgerussell63 betrayal

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Strolling through the Hungaroring paddock, you kept a tight hold of your son’s hand. Bustling bodies brushed past, paying the the pair of you no heed, which worked well with your surprise.

Over the past few weeks, Toto had been working tirelessly to ensure the upgrades were ready and working in time for the Hungarian Grand Prix, albeit to the detriment of his own health. He’d been sleeping less, running himself ragged to ensure Mercedes didn’t remain fourth in the constructors. After winning at Red Bull Ring and Silverstone, he knew the potential was there. All he had to do was unlock it. But that had meant shorter calls with his wife and son, fewer responses to messages and a growing distance that he hated feeling during the season. And so, arranging a surprise visit during race weekend had been the most obvious solution.

Mercedes hat sat atop his dark hair, Jack babbled about everything he could see as the tall form of George Russell guided you towards the garage. 

“Hello, stranger.” Lewis’ voice met your ears when he caught sight of you. “Toto didn’t tell me you were coming. What’s up, little man?” 

George vanished into the back of the garage, searching for the Team Principal. Leaning over to the Brit, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the 7x WDC. Lewis gave your shoulders a squeeze before pulling Jack up into his arms, whisking him over to where the W15 was being polished. 

“George, this better be important. I was in the middle of an analysis report-.” A disgruntled Austrian accent filled the garage, bringing a smile to your face. You could picture the deep frown twisting his handsome’s features without even turning to see it.

“Liebe?” 

The silver arrows watched the tension seep out of their Team Principal’s face as he took in the appearance of his wife. Striding across the garage floor, he pulled you in for a tight hug, and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head. Aware of the eyes on you both, he had to refrain from pressing his lips to yours. Denying you both the deep kiss you truly desired.

“Surprise,” you whispered, slipping your arm around his waist. Your hand automatically rubbing soothing circles against his hip. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured into your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of home. 

“You sounded like you needed us.”

“I always need you.”

“Well, then, let’s go rescue your son from Lewis.”

Holed up in Toto’s office, the Wolff family basked in their first moment of family time since over a month. Toto had ordered everyone to leave them alone until qualifying was due to start or somebody was dying. Thankfully, the team listened and so he spent the past hour listening to his son tell him about school and watching Lewis win a race on telly.

Fussing over the amount of coffee cups in the waste bin, you turned to lecture your husband on his inability to get enough rest but paused, mouth open. Curled up on the deep couch pushed against the wall, Jack was snuggled into his father’s lap. His iPad had fallen to the side, and soft snores escaped from his mouth. Glasses askew, Toto’s chin rested on his son’s head, eyes closed tight. Father and son, exhausted from the excitement of their day.

Taking a quick picture on your phone, you smiled at the sight of your family. Reaching into Jack’s backpack, you pulled out his blanket, draping it over your favourite boys.

“Ich liebe dich,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads.

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mercedesamgf1 our favourite family 🐺

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georgerussell63 admin, you used the same quote for a photo of toto with me, lew and mick the other week?

→ mercedesamgf1 we were paid to do that 

→ alex_albon great now he’s crying 

→ landonorris ha! at least our admin love us more than zak

→ mclaren don’t tell on us! 

mercedesamgf1 inside scoop; toto asked us to print out the photo of yn and jack to put in his office 

mickschumacher does this mean i can take the little wolff karting?

→ ynwolff_official only if you promise to come for dinner

→ georgerussell63 and me? 

→ user5 poor toto can’t escape his drivers even during his time off because his wife adopted them all 

lewishamilton nice to see you and jack in the paddock again, yn

→ ynwolff_official and you, lew. hopefully we can attend a few more now that the summer holidays are here 

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ynwolff_official my favourite part of summer break is the view 

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mercedesamgf1 tell boss man to bring that smile back with him 

→ ynwolff_official don’t worry. i’ll be sending him back to work extra happy 

→ lewishamilton yn, love, this sounds less than family friendly 

→ ynwolff_official oops 

user6 oh she’s FEEDING us 

user7 has george joined you for a sleepover yet

→ ynwolff_official of course. he’s like the son i didn’t ask for 

→ georgerussell63 but you love anyway?

→ user8 silence speaks volumes 

user9 yn wolff thirst trapping her husband was not on my 2024 bingo 

→ user10 silly season is extra silly this year so yn obvi thought she would participate 

→ user11 and we love her for it

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Requests for F1 smau's are open. You can see who I write for on my masterlist :)

[channiesbakery]

jealous? —

prompt / request — dumbification with dino

pairing — reader + ex fwb!dino

word count — 1330

genre — smut [dumbification, use of slut, fingering, semi public sex, p in v]

it was supposed to be an easy, simple, no strings attached arrangement. neither you or chan had time for a relationship, nor did you want one.

or at least, that’s what you told yourself. and the no strings arrangement worked out for a couple months. but then the two of you started spending time outside of just in bed.

you knew chan’s reputation when you first started the arrangement. he wasn’t a relationship guy, and at the time, neither were you.

the minute you realized you had started falling for chan, you ended your friends with benefits relationship, giving him a bullshit excuse.

you manage to keep space between the two of you, rarely ever seeing each other despite chan always texting you, asking to meet up.

of course, you wanted to respond to him, to head over to his apartment for one last time. but you knew that if you gave in, it wouldn’t just be one more time and you’d only fall for him harder, risking breaking your own heart.

you do a good job of distracting yourself from chan and keeping your distance. until your mutual friend, seungkwan’s, birthday comes up and you’re both invited.

you manage to avoid him for most of the night, following your friend’s around seungkwan’s place. at one point, you end up talking to yeonjun, who leads you to the makeshift bar in kitchen for a drink.

chan had been looking around the party for you and he finally spots you, wearing his favorite dress of yours while chatting with yeonjun.

“hey man!” yeonjun starts to greet chan when he walks over but chan doesn’t respond to him. “i need to talk to you,” he says to you, not giving you a chance to respond as he grabs your wrist, pulling you away.

“what the hell is your problem?” you scoff as he drags you out onto the balcony. “mine? you’re the one who ended things for no reason then practically ghosted me!” chan snaps.

“I’ve been busy,” you say simply. “didn’t look too busy when you were with yeonjun,” he scowls. “what? you jealous?” you raise an eyebrow. “i thought lee chan doesn’t get jealous,” you point out.

“when it comes to you? i do,” he says, pushing you back up against the wall. his body is close to yours, not quite pressing against you just yet.

“c’mon sweets, what happened? we had a good thing going on. been missing you these past few weeks,” he purrs in your ear.

“I’m sure you could’ve found another girl to keep you company,” you shrug. “they aren’t you,” he mumbles, his lips pressing against your neck.

“why not? i can tell you still want me. the way your breath hitches, your cute little gasps, the fact that you wore this dress,” chan mumbles, his fingertips dipping under the hem of your short dress, dragging up your inner thigh.

“please, i didn’t wear it for you,” you scoff, trying to sound convincing but you knew deep down, maybe you did wear it for him.

“you wore it for yeonjun then?” chan scoffs, pulling back from your neck to look at you. “maybe i did,” you shrug.

“well if you were trying to get me jealous, it worked.” he says, fulling pressing his body against you.

“please, not everything’s about you,” you scoff but chan’s confidence never wavers. “you’re telling me you haven’t thought of me in the past weeks?” he asks, his hand moving further up your thigh as you instinctively part your legs for him.

“cause I’ve been thinking about you. you’ve been on my mind nearly every day sweets,” he says, chuckling when you grab his wrist, pushing it up higher.

“shut up and stop teasing,” you glare at him. “so bossy,” chan chuckles but brushes your clothed pussy lightly before moving your panties to the side.

“gonna let me touch you out here? where anyone can walk out and see? tsk tsk, such a slut hm?” he teases, barely pushing his fingertip inside you.

you whine in response, trying to grind down against his hand. “so needy already? only been a few weeks without my cock and the you’re this needy?” he teases.

he suddenly pushes two fingers in, making you gasp, leaning forward against his chest as you grip his shoulder for stability.

“can feel you squeezing my fingers already, are you that needy? I’ve barely touched you and you’re about to make a mess of my fingers,” he taunts as you bury your face in his neck.

“my pretty slut making a mess for me, hm?” he continues, grinding his palm against your clit. your moans are muffled against his neck as his fingers slow their movements while you ride out your high.

you feel them slipping out of you before his other hand grips your hair, pulling your head back slightly. his fingers tap your bottom lip and you immediately suck on them, your eyes meeting his as you do.

“good girl,” he purrs, pushing his fingers deeper just to make you choke slightly.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, quickly replacing them with his own lips. chan kisses desperately, he might’ve teased you for being needy but deep down, he was probably more desperate than you were.

everything that happens next is a blur. one minute you’re desperately making out on the balcony, the next, you’re face down in someone’s bed as chan pounds into you.

“feels good doesn’t it?” he whispers in your ear, his soft voice a huge contrast to the way his cock pounded into you.

“y-yeah- good-“ you manage to choke out. “yeah? my cock feels good? so good you can’t think of anything else hm?” he continues, sitting up straighter to grip your hips as he thrusts into you even harder.

you can only moan out in response, your brain feeling too fuzzy to come up with words. “that’s okay, sweets. just let me make you feel good. no need to think right now. I’ve got you,” he coos.

your eyes roll back as he pulls your body up so your back presses against his chest as his cock buried deeper inside you. “so pretty like this, sweets. no thoughts in that pretty brain of yours except my cock hm?” he mumbled in your ear.

“just my pretty, dumb baby,” he continues. “y-yours-“ you mumble, not realizing what you’ve said. “that’s right. mine. you’re mine,” he practically growled in your ear.

“fucking love when you’re like this. missed making you feel so good, fucking you dumb, there’s no thoughts left in that pretty head,” he continues, releasing his hold on you so you collapse back down against the mattress.

you cum around his cock but he doesn’t slow down, instead he fucks you even harder. your moans are muffled by the sheets, his fingers digging into your hips and you know you’re going to wake up with bruises.

his cum floods your cunt and he thrusts into you a few more times after releasing before he completely pulls away from you.

“did so good pretty baby,” he leans over, kissing your temple as you lay there, completely spent and limp, while he looked for something to clean you up with.

“this is the last time,” you mumble as he wiped you clean. chan just chuckles at that and you sit up slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“we’re not done,” he shakes his head. “yes we are,” you argue. “did i fuck you too dumb that you haven’t noticed?” chan raises an eyebrow.

“notice what? that you’re still just annoying now as you were three weeks ago?” you scoff. “no, you idiot. that i’ve fallen for you,” he says and when you look in his eyes, you can see that he’s completely serious.

“oh.” you say simply.

“yeah, oh. so when you’re done being a stubborn brat and telling me we’re done, I’m taking you out. on a real date.”

[tetsumie]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

genre: comfort

content: kuroo hasn't seen you in days and makes his way to your apartment to see what's going on with you

cw: reader has a depressive episode and displays depressive symptoms

a/n: hello! i tried writing something for my pookie wookie kuroo tetsuro also lwk very self indulgent.. love u all and tysm for the endless support and as always likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! i could not be here without you all <333

"hi! this is y/n l/n! sorry i couldn’t answer your phone call. i’m a bit busy right now but leave a message and i’ll call you back the first chance i get than-" kuroo hangs up the phone for nth time today and sighs. 

kuroo hasn't heard from you for the past few days and to be completely honest, it’s like you've completely vanished off the planet. your designated seat next to him in both chemistry and english lectures have remained empty for the past week and he can’t seem to get ahold of you at all. 

at first, he didn’t really worry much about it. he didn’t want to pry on why you weren’t coming to school. he understood everyone needed their space. but when he intercepted your friends one day and asked them how you were doing and they too were unsure as well, he knew there was something severely wrong. 

on the other hand, you’ve been home all week. 

you haven’t been in the best place for the past week. you feel like your body is slowly succumbing to the stress and your body is practically giving out on you, working overtime. motivating yourself to study and to work is already difficult enough as is but doing basic things such as getting out of bed and even taking a shower feels impossible. 

you feel stuck in this never ending loop of time where the same things just keep happening over and over. you wake up at the prime hour of 12 pm and realize you’ve missed all your morning classes but then immediately head back to bed. you fall asleep and then wake up at 2 pm and stare at the ceiling above you with no particular thought in mind. eventually, you find yourself scrolling through social media on your phone but then ditch it after a few minutes because a wave of social anxiety crashes into you. 

it doesn’t help that you’ve also been skipping meals and you’re starting to catch a cold. man, you haven’t even gotten out of bed, let alone left your bedroom. you can’t even get yourself to do the bare minimum right now and making yourself an actual meal is a bit too out of your comfort zone. 

and what makes this entire situation worse is the fact that you’ve been pushing everyone away, from your friends to family to the one and only kuroo tetsuro.

there was no justification behind why you were avoiding them. you just couldn’t allow yourself to let them see you in such a lethargic condition. it hurt your pride and in general, you hated having people worry for you. it made you feel, in a sense, hopeless. 

you just wanted to shut yourself off from the world. 

the week goes by in a flash and friday evening rolls around. your phone lights up again for the nth time. you see it flash white but you roll over away, not having the energy to grab it. doing anything especially talking to other people feels exhausting.

a few minutes later, someone's banging on the door. it sounded like the fbi was at your door with a search warrant as if you were harboring drugs. you don't answer the door, not feeling like leaving the comfort and safe haven of your bed.

but the banging doesn’t seem to stop and you're getting irritated so you’re forced to get out of bed and tell the person at the door to come at another time.

to your surprise, when you open the door, you find your boyfriend, kuroo, staring at you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“y/n, where have you been?” he begins the interrogation.

you mumble. “nowhere. been at home.”

he looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled state. your face is pale, the bags under your eyes seep deeply, giving away the countless sleepless nights you've had. your shoulders are slumped and the corners of your mouth turn down slightly, a subtle but constant frown. your hair is unkempt, reflecting the lack of energy to even try to care for yourself. an aura of exhaustion and hopelessness hangs around you, making it clear that you're struggling to find the strength to even function.

“then why haven’t you answered my calls?” he continues.

“i’ve just been preoccupied,” you lie and he catches on immediately.

no words are exchanged between the both of you for a few moments. you take his silence as your cue to end this awkward conversation and to send him on his way.

"i'm sure you have better things to do, just go-"

you're about to close the door on him until he says, "let me in."

you sigh again.

“can you come back later tetsu?” you don’t want to have him deal with you like this. he's seen more than enough of you in this condition.

his piercing gaze locks with your tired eyes and he feels his heart clench. the usual shimmer in your eyes gone and all he can see the numbness in your expression.

"no let me in," he states in a strict tone. "we have to talk."

with no choice, you open up the door entirely and kuroo takes a look at the state of your apartment. he would be lying if he wasn't caught by surprise. clothes are strewn across the couch and bowls of empty ramen are lying on the kitchen counter. your apartment is a mess.

putting his stuff down near the door, he begins to slowly pick up your clothes off the floor and tosses them into the laundry bin. seeing him make an attempt at cleaning your mess made you uncomfortable to the point your skin started to crawl.

"tetsuro, stop."

"no."

"please stop," you plead in desperation.

"y/n, i’m trying to help you!" he replies, his voice growing a little louder with irritation at your refusal.

“what if i don’t want your help?” you shoot back and his mouth closes shut. “i don’t want your help or your pity or condolences or whatever it is! just go home!”

although your mouth said one thing, your mind was trying to telepathically convey another.

please don’t leave me now. please stay.

you don’t say a word as you walk into your bedroom, closing the door behind you, hoping he'll leave on his own. the moment he hears the click of your bedroom door, kuroo begins to try to organize as much as he can in your living room. he takes out your old leftover foods and tidies up the kitchen. he starts working his way through the living room, silently sweeping the dust off the floor and reorganizing your items that were strewn on the floor.

as he’s silently working, he begins to hear sniffles and sobs coming from your room. dropping everything, he finds himself standing in front of your closed door, fist about to knock the door.

“love, can we talk?” he says out loud.

it's silence from the other end.

"y/n... please..." kuroo's voice cracks. "i just want to see you."

"door's open," your voice is muffled slightly through the door.

he opens the door and is greeted by you wrapped around in your comforter, looking away from the door. kuroo takes in the state of your room. the curtains are drawn out and there are tissues littering your night stand along with your computer lying in the corner with a pile of clothes in the corner waiting to be cleaned.

you were always so organized, what started this?

kuroo goes over to the other side of the bed and your face is huddled into your comforter. he crouches down and starts to stroke your hair with his hand.

"baby? talk to me, love. what's going on in that pretty head of yours huh?" he coos in hopes of getting you to open up.

refusing to look him in the eye, you mumble into your comforter loud enough for him to understand. "it's been getting bad again... it’s been bad all week and i'm just tired all the time."

he kisses the top of your head. "and that's okay. not everyday is supposed to be a great day. you're supposed to have good days and bad days."

you finally emerge from your cocoon and the sight he's greeted with break his heart into pieces. your face has a slight red flush tint with the remnants of your tear stains on your face. he sees how you're trying to maintain a steady face, trying your best not to fall apart in front of him.

no questions asked, he brings you into his chest and the tears you worked so hard to keep at bay come apart. you start sobbing into his chest. he strokes your back in a rhythmic up and down motion, adding the occasional kiss on the top of your head. he finds himself crawling into your bed with you on his lap as you continue to sob into his chest.

once your crying subsides a bit and your throat feels a bit sore from the crying, you look up at him and he gives that genuine small smile of his that you've grown to love so much.

"i love you, you know that right?" he reassures as your eyes meet.

your eyes shift from one eye to another and you look at him as if he hung the stars just for you.

"i know and i don't know why you love me. i don't deserve you. you deserve someone who's put together and on top of it and just perfect. hell, you could do so much better than me... i don't even know why you're still with me."

his heart cracks at the heartbreaking words, escaping your mouth. he feels so stupid. have you been feeling like this for all this time and haven't said a word to him? he should've done something.

"when we started dating, from that very moment, i knew i wanted all of you. i want everything. i want your bad days and your good days and your lazy days and your rotting in bed days. i want your good and bad. i want your highs and lows. y/n, i just want you." he kisses your cheek.

he continues to reassure you, "i want all of it. and i want to be there for you the entire time. i don't want you to have to hide yourself from me. i never wanted you to be perfect. i wanted you to be just you. that's who i fell in love with."

"i love you with all your 'imperfections' you know that right?" he does the air quotes around the word "imperfections."

"yeah but it's so hard for me to accept-," you start but he brings his pointer finger to your lips, telling you to stop your train of overthinking.

you both are enveloped in a comfortable silence with kuroo's reassuring words hanging in the air.

"i love you so much, you have no idea," you finally say, cuddled into his chest.

"oh yeah? i couldn't tell," he begins to tease. "tell me more actually."

you let out a chuckle, playfully slapping his arm, and that warm, sweet smile of his forms again on hisi lips.

"there's my gorgeous girl. oh how i've missed you."

"missed you too, tetsu."

© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved

[in-hos-wife]

The surprise.

In-ho x pregnant! Wife! Reader

Summery: While in-ho is away at the games reader finds out she’s expecting, her head is spinning while try to figure out how to tell in-ho a man who’s lost so much so we decided to make telling him the news big

Word count: 918

Tw: mention of death and child death, age gap (readers is 28 in-ho is 49), I don’t think he act at all cannon but I could be wrong, this is my first fanfic so it most likely cringe (p.s: feel free to tell me what I can do better but please be nice)

In-ho has been away for 5 days, You know his works make him leave for around a week this time of year and abruptly for a few day every now and then but you don’t mind much you’ve got used to it you’ve been together for 2 years married for 1. do you miss him yes but he always finds ways to make it up to you for being gone. Date nights, shopping trips, even cooking your favorite food and watching your favorite show or movie while cuddling, And he’s ok that when he’s gone you have your friends over for a slumber party as long as the house isn’t a mess when he gets home, even though if it was he wouldn’t care it would show you had fun and that all he wants.

This time was going the same as normal you kissed him goodbye got set up to have some friends over and put a movie on. Then your friend was scrolling though social media when they saw this trend called pregnancy rulait where you all take a test and put it in a bowl or a hat and mix them then pick one out of it. Sense you have all been in long term relationships you and your friends went to the store and bought some boxes, you were sure the cashier gave you guys a wierd look but who cares. You all took the and put them in your old baseball cap and shook it then waited a few minutes.

After you all waited you guys, one by one pulled a test out of the hat the one negative then another the three more the there was….a positive followed by two more negative we all looked at eachother and then all took another and held onto them. When the three minutes were over you all checked and you’d was the positive brain was spiraling, in-ho just left and how would he even react you guys have talked about kids and you both want them but did you guys want them now? How would you tell him? Is he gonna take it well? You know what happened with his wife and he’s already makes sure your safe but makes sure he doesn’t get to protect he lets you go out along as he knows we’re and you keep him updated but you being pregnant might be a different story of course you can’t go out with your friends like you used to but for all you know he’ll put you in a bubble rap ball for 9 months, all you know is you’ll figure it out but you want to surprise him with it.

The past few day you’ve thought of everything balloons, just giving it to him and telling him that way, bakeing a cake all of it. You sit there looking at the date when you realize he comes home tomorrow and you still haven’t decided how your gonna tell him. You thought of a idea didn’t like it thought of a new one didn’t like that one it was the the same thing over and over, you wanted it to be perfect then you thought of it, so you got to work going to store making sure you know what dinner gonna be that night (his favorite) and slow calming music

The night he came home you were cooking dinner and had the table set very romantic when you heard the door opened you smiled “hello my love!” You said so he knew you were in the kitchen. When he got in the kitchen he was surprised to see you dressed up but he smelt what you were cooking and smiled “my love you know I like to treat you when I come home” he hold you by your waist as you cook. Your smile up at him and say “I know but I wanted to cook for you, you should go get washed up” he smiles kissing you on the cheek as he goes to shower. By the time he gets back you put dinner on plates and poured him a glass of whiskey and you some water. He sit down across from you making small talk while you both eat, when you finish eating you wait for him to also finish eating, when he does you smile at him “I have a gift for you” you say grabbing a box you hide under your chair “a gift? But i didn’t get you anything” you chuckle “you alway get me something it’s my turn now open” you hand him the box and he opens it revealing a tiny onesie with the words ‘daddy’s mini me’ on it and under the onesie is your positive pregnancy test. He takes the onesie out and reads it then looked at you confused till you point to the box again and he sees the test and a million thoughts run through his head he waits a bit before he starts speaking “when did you find out?” You answer him and he nods he looks at you and smiles “we’re gonna be parents together…us” you smile at him and you go over and hug him “your gonna be an amazing father” you say as you look up at him, he looks down at you and smiles “and your gonna be an amazing mother” as he say that you both share a quick kiss and go cuddle on the couch leave the dishes till tomorrow.

[ultravi0lence14]

Sleeping Beauty

sam winchester x bimbo!reader

817 | fluff, no use of y/n

summary: sam looks so pretty when he sleeps, and he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

the ridges of sam’s face had softened, displaying a more peaceful and less tense man. it broke your heart how the only time he could truly find peace was in the confines of sleep, but you just hoped that the love you gave him everyday would add more solitude to his otherwise tense living.

your white knee high socks slipped across the bunker floor as you moved from sam’s doorway, walking towards where he rested peacefully in his bed. the sleep shorts you wore sent a breeze through your thighs, making you itch to feel the warmth that sam brought you all throughout your body.

he and dean had been on a case in tennessee, and you had been visiting family by the time they came back. you hadn’t seen sam in about a week and a half, and he had already been back from the case 2 days before you returned.

missing him was hard — the old purple dog shirt of his on your upper half adding to that point, but you loved moments like this. moments where you’d embrace him tightly and he’d hold you like you were the only person in the world.

the weight of your body dipped the mattress as you knelt onto the bed, the braids in your hair swaying as you crawled upward to where sam rested. you cooed as you saw the expression on his face; lips parted slightly with his eyelashes brushing beneath his eyelids. he looked so soft, and you were eager to melt into bed beside him, merge your body with his own.

sam’s warm body came closer to yours as you moved underneath the blankets, shifting your body around so you could curl into his side and get an even closer look at his face. he was so pretty; possibly one of the prettiest men you have ever seen. you just couldn’t believe he was yours.

almost as if your mind was working on autopilot, the tips of your fingers started tracing the lines and planes of sam’s face. his brow bone, down the slope of his nose, around his lips. no place was left untouched, and you found yourself starting to draw tiny hearts across his cheeks.

when his eyes started to flutter open, a sheepish smile spread across your face. you truly didn’t want to wake him up, but as he fumbled to curl his arms around you in his grogginess, you really couldn’t feel all that bad.

“hey baby.” and god, there was that morning voice. like gravel was lodged in his throat, sam’s voice was so deep you felt it rattle your bones. it didn’t make it better that as he spoke, sam moved his palms onto your waist and hauled you over his body until you were laying completely on top of him.

“sam!” you whispered out a squeal as you moved underneath the blankets. “how is this comfortable? i’m practically crushing you.”

the boyish grin that lit up his face had molten lava spreading through your stomach. a feeling that you missed in the past few days of being away from sam. “i haven’t seen you in a week and a half, angel. is it such a crime that i’ve missed all of my pretty girl?”

his words were accentuated with multiple feather light kisses to your face. your face hurt terribly from how much you were smiling, which also meant that sam had perfect access to your dimple lines and the apple’s of your cheeks.

giggles rippled from your lips as his ministrations continued, leaving your hands to grapple at his shoulders and lift yourself slightly from his body. “quit it sammy,” you joked, feeling the confines of sam’s hands on your waist pull you back down to his body. “you’re making me blush.”

“and?” he had replied so quickly you barely even finished talking. “you look so fucking pretty like that. especially when i’m the one getting you all flustered.”

his words made you blush even harder, eliciting you to drop your face into his chest and hide the pigmentation. this only made sam’s smile grow as he dropped his chin on the top of your head, hands tangling in the strands of your hair as he twirled pieces between his fingers.

“oh cmon pretty, don’t hide that lovely face from me.” his words were followed by his palms gripping each side of your head, lifting it up so your eyes would meet. “there she is, my sweet girl. don’t hide your face from me, it’s my favourite view.”

you just shook your head, lifting your body a little so you could place a delicate kiss on sam’s cheek. “you’re an absolute cornball, you know that sam winchester?”

“only for you, my love.” if the radiance from a smile could light up the entire world, the beam that came from sam’s toothy grin would do just that.

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Sharing is Caring [3: HyunLix]

˚ʚHyunLix x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Hyunjin and Felix take after their leader, using their way to push your body just far enough past its limit.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 4.4k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, chanlix mxm mentions before the 1st divider, ot8 x reader mentions, chris x reader fluff in the very beginning, 'baby girl' and 'princess' used (1) time each, threesome, rough sex, mentions of chan/chris x reader and filming+sharing the video, hard(?)dom hyunjin, soft dom lix, overstimulation, filming, fingering, squirting, yellow from the light system is called (1) time, p in v (be safe about it irl), oral (f and Hyun receiving), spanking, slight aftercare mentions, that should be all?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: we dont talk about how late this is lol. Also sorry if the plot parts seem rushed >< I didn’t know what else to fluff it up with but there was already so many words so i left it as is lol

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Chris’ hands roam up and down your back as the two of you lay on the couch in his dorm, you settled between his legs and draped lazily over his torso. His chin pokes at the top of your head as he strains himself slightly to look down, eyes sparkling with nothing but admiration and love. You stare up with a similar expression, a small smile taking over your features as the TV show is long forgotten.

“I’ve missed this.” His voice comes out hushed and quiet as he tries to keep this moment private, not taking even the slightest chance to wake up his roommates. It was super late into the night, past 2 am if you had to guess, and this was the first time in weeks he had gotten alone time with you.

You smile a little wider and nod, resting your cheek near his shoulder as a hand comes up to rest on his cheek. “It has been a while. The boys have been throwing me between each other so I haven’t had any alone time with you. Let alone one on one time with the others-'' He laughs before quieting himself again, “Yeah… They really have.”

A comfortable silence fills between you two for a while after that until you notice that Chris is making a weird face, a cute one though. It’s the face he makes when he’s thinking about something really hard so you poke him a few times, tickling him in an attempt to get an explanation out of him. He smiles at you again and thinks to himself as if he is trying to find the right words. “How do you think I should go about trying to sleep with one of the other boys?” The question makes you perk up and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Sleep as in… have sex with?” You laugh lightly before laying back down against his chest. “Is this about Han?” He bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling. “Yes and no? Uh… basically that first night we opened up the relationship, Han told me that he messes around with Felix sometimes. I’ve always been interested in Lix, but it's gotten worse lately. I just don’t know how to go about it…”

You massage his ear as you get lost in thought, tenderly rubbing the area there in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I mean… realistically, you could just be honest with him. I mean, this is Felix we’re talking about. I don’t think you could offend him or cross a line with him even if you tried.” He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“If it would make you feel better, I can tell him that you want to talk about something and get the two of you some alone time. I can even distract the boys for you if you need it.” You both laugh and he nods in agreement.

He deems it bedtime not long after that, helping you to your feet before joining you on the short journey to his bedroom. Already being in your pajamas, you just throw yourself on his mattress and groan when he throws himself on top of you. Some giggles are exchanged before he normally lays on his back and pulls you into his chest, smiling to himself as you nod off.

“Good night, baby girl. I love you.”

It was around noon the next day when you woke up. You were used to the feeling of the bed being empty thanks to Chris’ tendency to leave early and head to the studio with the other two producers. However, today was a little different thanks to an unknown figure who throws themself on the bed behind you, wrapping their arms around you and whispering a deep “Good morning.”

Hyunjin walks into your vision and smiles sweetly, laying down in front of you and snuggling close to you. He shoves his face into your neck and places tickling kisses there as you come to your senses. Felix pokes his head out from behind you and pulls you to lay on your back before assaulting your face with kisses, causing you to smile and wiggle between the two of them. 

After a while of cuddling and sleepy kisses, the three of you eventually get up in order to get some food in your stomachs. As you all ate, Felix explained that everybody else was busy doing their own things and he was lonely in the other dorm, so he came over to spend some time with you and Hyunjin. Then, once everybody ate, Hyunjin dragged you out to the living room to hang out with them despite your pleas to go back to bed and nap, which is how you all ended up cuddling on the couch watching Felix play Tekken (and losing miserably).

The boys sometimes snuck you kisses between rounds, conversing with each other and updating you about the newest songs or choreos as well as any promotions you were unaware of. You could tell something else was on their minds though. Between matches Felix would nervously bite his lip and try to sneak his hand to his neck, checking the pulse while he and Hyunjin exchanged weird faces at each other. You ignored it at first, but once Hyunjin started fidgeting from his spot beside you, you finally made them spit it out.

Now… Both men were aware of how you could squirt. Hell, the whole group was! They all witnessed it themselves when a 3-minute video was sent to the group chat a week ago: the video containing your lower half with Chris’ fingers shoved deep into your cunt that spewed a waterfall towards him and his phone’s lens. They all admitted how insanely hot it was, but ultimately moved on from it and hadn’t brought it up again. These two, however, just could not get it out of their heads. More so, they wondered if they could get you to that point and wanted to experiment.

And that is unfortunately how you found yourself in your current situation. An hour later with both men on each end of you; Felix sitting up on his knees with your head in his lap and Hyunjin between your legs, holding them open as he ate you out like it was the last meal he would get his hands on. They had spent the first 30 minutes or so minutes on foreplay, riling you up in all your favorite ways before you were even given the chance to undress. And since then, they managed to pull multiple orgasms from your body in this same position. They insisted on making you squirt their way instead of Chris’; meaning they slowly relaxed you and your body with foreplay for as long as they desired before using meticulous movements to overwhelm you. 

“You can do it, love. You gotta make a mess for us so we can fuck you.” The deep voice in your ear pulls you back down to earth and you shiver in his hold when his fingers return to your nipples like they had before your last orgasm hit. You can only nuzzle your cheek further into his thigh, letting out pathetic moans as the onslaught between your legs continues. Hyunjin never once pulled away from you, instead mumbling his response against your clit while his fingers hooked themselves inside of you.

They could tell you were close again and they worked harder, desperately wanting to see you squirt with their own eyes, not through the pixels of their phones. You knew yourself that you were almost to that point, you could feel it in your bones, but you also weren’t used to the gentleness of things. Chris always bullied his fingers in you aggressively, though extremely pleasurable at the same time, so you needed a little something else to push you over the edge. And, somehow, the younger of the two was already way ahead of you.

One of his hands was removed from your chest and in the corner of your blurry eyes, you could see him reach for a thin black object. The sudden bell-like sound of a recording beginning was played right next to your ear. You blinked away the blurriness in your eyes and watched as Felix panned his phone down to Hyunjin’s face, zoning in on the tongue licking shapes into your clit. He then moved the phone right under your face and zoomed in, letting you get an enhanced sight of the boy between your thighs and making you moan loudly.

Your eyelids tried to flutter shut but you held them open, desperate to watch the enhanced image of your beautiful boyfriend’s face that was glistening from your juices. Hyunjin caught on fast and tried to rile you up more, teasingly staring straight into the camera lens and licking a long and rough line along your clit. You even got a short glimpse of his tongue literally dripping from your cum as he pulled away to reposition his tongue inside of you.

Felix takes the chance to remove his free hand from your chest and reach forward, rubbing his fingers messily around your clit. It was all too much. Felix’s phone pointing at you as he humps the air by your head and occasionally pinches your clit mixed with Hyunjin’s long fingers bullying against your g-spot all while his tongue curves at the very entrance of your cunt and while he stares up at you intensely has you overwhelmed in all the right ways.

Your head is thrown back as you moan pathetically at the feeling of you gushing. Your legs desperately try to close around Hyunjin’s head, but Felix removes the hand on your clit and drops the phone on the bed to wrap his hands around the underside of your knees, holding them to your chest and giving Hyunjin the freedom to continue bullying your cunt.

With your head thrown back against Felix’s thigh, you don’t get to watch as Hyunjin backs away slightly, moving the hand that was resting on your thigh to rub roughly against your clit in order to pull more from you as his shirt gets completely soaked. While he does this, his long fingers continue to curve upwards and dig into your G-spot.

"F-Fuck! Wait!!" You moan out a cry and shoot your arms down to push his hands away, only for his now-soaked hand to come up and take hold of both of your wrists. They hold you tightly like this, keeping you in place as they push your body’s limits. What feels like hours of begging passes before you genuinely feel like you’re gonna pass out. The amount of wetness that falls from you has lessened more and more as they continue, but it hasn’t completely stopped so you knew they would have kept going.

“O-Okay, okay! No more, p-please- Yellow!" In an instant, Hyunjin’s hands stop their movements and Felix loosens his hold on your legs, finally allowing them to slam shut as the aftershocks take over your body. Felix’s hands move up to your head, where he strokes your cheeks and coos at you. He lays down beside you and kisses your forehead, whispering sweet nothings in your ears as you come down.

“Haha.. you okay, pretty?” Hyunjin’s hands rest on your calves, soothingly rubbing the area there as he waits patiently for an answer.

“You… You guys are fucking d-demons…” you gasp out with shaky breaths. “Even Chris didn’t try to push it for that long.” Felix giggles, pulling away from your ear to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. “We gotta prepare you, baby. I know Seungmin really liked seeing you squirt. ‘Said he was gonna learn from Channie how to do it fast so he can do it to you himself.”

Hyunjin leans forward and places soft kisses on your calves, “It’s better that we got to you before he did. You know how he is.” Instantly images of your past experiences with the boy in question flood your mind, and you clench at the thought of his mean-ass in Hyunjin’s place. 

“Fuck.. Don’t tell me that... That’s so hot.” They both chuckle and continue to dote on you, even long after your body has calmed down and your breaths returned.

“You gonna let us fuck you now, baby?” Your eyes snap open at the deep whisper in your ear. You glance down and watch as Hyunjin silently studies your lower half, now shirtless and taking in every little detail as if he wanted to paint you. Hell. He probably is going to. Felix’s hands rub up and down your tummy as a silent reminder that he asked a question. “Mhm.”

“Gonna let me take care of you?” Hyunjin’s damp fingers draw shapes into your thigh with your release, trailing some of it to your hole where he dips a finger in experimentally. You whine in agreement and allow Hyunjin to flip you over, landing you on your knees as he pulls you up against his chest. You smile and lean back, relishing in the warmth he gives off. His hand reaches up and tilts your head sideways, allowing him to lock lips with you. He smiles into the kiss and his hands roam all over your body, occasionally stopping at your hips to give your ass a good squeeze.

He pulls away slightly and speaks while his lips ghost yours, “Ready, Princess?” You whine out an “mhm” and he slides his dick through your folds, pushing in after the 3rd swipe. Moans fill the room from both of you at the feeling of him pushing in and stretching your walls farther than their fingers. He pushes his lips against yours again, pushing a few more inches in before stopping to let you adjust. It doesn’t take long, thanks to their onslaught earlier, and he easily finds a comfortable pace to start with.

Though, that one is quickly thrown out the window when your walls start to wrap around his dick tightly. Out of nowhere his right hand pushes against your back, shoving you forward so you’re on your hands and knees as he speeds up. Your arms wobble as he continues to fuck you, and you end up completely missing the dip in the bed in front of you. It’s not until Hyunjin’s big hand wraps into your hair and angles your head backward that you notice the pretty boy sitting in front of you.

It’s an uncomfortable angle, but Felix quickly distracts you by pushing his lips against yours. His right hand lovingly settles on your cheek as Hyunjin fucks into you, getting rougher with each passing second. Eventually, Felix pulls away, settling against the headboard again as he strokes himself sluggishly to the sight of you getting fucked.

Once he’s sat, Hyunjin takes the chance to go even deeper, now pushing your face into the sheets as he pounds into you roughly. Your hands clench the sheets and try to push your torso back up only for him to grab your arms and hold you down. His hands position on your upper arms and he uses some of his body weight to hold you down, keeping you still for him as he continues to fuck you open.

He goes deeper at this angle, faintly pushing against your cervix while simultaneously ramming into your G-spot. And when he’s fucking you this good, barely giving you time to think, your orgasm sneaks up on you all too easily. Tears fall from your eyes against the sheets and your legs shake as he drags another orgasm through your body. Your moans become choked as he continues to hold you down. He feels you cum around him and, thankfully for you, the clenching around him was all he needed to finish.

Your tight walls milk him dry as he rides his own orgasm, using you like a fleshlight while he does so. He moans loudly and thrusts sharply a few more times before slowly pulling out. Your body reacts with an aggressive shiver and he giggles, placing a kiss on your ass as his fingers try to soothe your arm in case he was too rough.

You’re thankful for it and it feels great, though it leaves your mind soon after due to how watery your brain has become. All the orgasms have started to catch up to you and your whole body feels like mush. You’re nothing more than a blob melted into the sheets as your boyfriends’ hands run all over your body. The only slightly grounding thing that pulls your mind back to earth is the deep voice that rings in your ears.

“How are you, baby? Talk to me.” You look up to see Felix hovering over you, face scrunched in concern. You chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “‘M good, I promise. My body jus’ feels like putty right now.” You giggle again and he finally relaxes, leaning forward to place kisses along the tear streaks on your cheeks. 

Despite the sweet moment you share with your boyfriend, your worn-out body craves for more. One of your hands unwraps from his neck and rakes down his back, digging your nails into the skin there playfully. Then, the hand still around his neck wraps into his hair and tugs it lightly. He moans into the kiss and unintentionally bucks his hips against yours, growling as he pulls away. “Baby…”

You hold back a laugh and peck his lips, pushing him over and flipping your positions so that you’re straddling his hips. His still-hard cock is sitting directly under your crotch and you teasingly grind against it. He sighs happily and his eyes flutter shut for a moment and his hands reach out to grab your hips tightly.

“Can I ride you, Lixie?” His eyes snap open and he nods desperately. He dives a hand between you and grabs his base, angling himself upwards as you lift your hips. His other hand rests on your hip tightly and, once his tip pokes at your entrance, he pulls you back down into him. The slide makes you whine, still overly sensitive. But you’ll be damned if you’re not getting both men tonight.

Both of his hands rest on your hips, drawing circles into your skin there as you take deep breaths. You sit there for a while it seems because before you have time to adjust fully, a harsh slap is sent to your ass. You were caught off guard, not expecting such a powerful hit from the boy below you who tended to be softer with you. But then, you’re reminded that your other boyfriend was still in the room. The older man lands another smack, unhappy with your still unmoving form.

“What happened to wanting to ride him, Princess?” He wraps a hand around your torso, angling it up to wrap around your neck as his other rests just above Felix’s on your hip. He uses the grip there to start moving you, bouncing you up and down, albeit slowly at first. But you both know Felix doesn’t mind. Especially not when he has such a big smirk painted on his face.

Hyunjin continues fucking you up and down on top of Felix, occasionally squeezing your neck until you start to move on your own. Then he lets you go completely, causing you to fall forward and just barely catch yourself with your hands on either side of Felix’s head. You lose your rhythm for a moment, only for Felix to thrust up into you roughly as if to remind you what you should be doing.

His hands move down to your ass as you begin to ride him again, this time desperately chasing his orgasm as yours builds up fast again. You purposefully clench around him from time to time, thriving off the way he moans loudly and twitches at the feeling. Before you realize it, Hyunjin is kneeling beside you, pumping himself and looking at you with the sexiest smile ever.

However, you only get to admire it for a moment before his hand creates a makeshift ponytail in your hair and pulls you towards him. The new angle forces you to stretch a little and causes your hips to stop moving. They’ve pushed your body through so much in the last couple of hours, so you can’t help but lose focus all too easily. You can’t multitask and take care of them as much as you wish you could. So, you instead focus on sucking Hyunjin off and only grind your hips slowly against the man below you.

Felix whines, sighing loudly before lifting your hips a few inches. You’re not given any time to react before he plants his feet in the bed and starts to fuck up into you roughly. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your jaw manages to drop further. Hyunjin laughs, the push and pull between the two men becoming more entertaining for him than anything else. He decides it’s his turn now and tightens the grip on your hair, thrusting his hips slightly each time he shoves you down, making you deepthroat him and choke around his dick.

You sit still, pliant even, as you let both men use you as they wish. You’re so close and you trail a hand between your legs, amidst all the bullying your cunt is receiving, and rub your clit back and forth. You moan loudly around Hyunjin as you cum, your orgasm crashing down on you just as intensely as the other ones. Felix’s hips falter due to your persistent clenching catching him off guard. His hips slow to a complete stop as he revels in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his dick.

And, thankfully for you, Hyunjin finishes soon after you do., the vibrations from your moans sending him over the edge. He watches with furrowed eyebrows and parted lips as you swallow around him and his teeth catch his lip as he pulls you off, whimpering slightly at the way you suck harshly to get every last drop. His legs twitch when you especially suck his tip hard, and he huffs out a laugh.

“Can’t go one day without being a troublemaker, huh?” He laughs and places a kiss on your forehead before backing away, allowing the younger to chase his own orgasm. He disappears after that and, had you been paying close enough attention, you would have noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening.

But you can’t be bothered by that. Not when Felix is pulling out and flipping the two of you again. He shoves you onto your back, pushing your legs up and to the side. One arm rests on his forearm by your head as the other positions his dick again. Your eyes lock with his as he pushes in again, moans falling from both of your lips as he sets a fast pace right away.

The eye contact is held as he pummels into you. His eyes break away from yours for a moment as he leans forward and pushes his chest against yours. Messy kisses are placed along your jaw as his thrusts become sloppy.

You thought the previous orgasm was your last, but when Felix drags so nicely against your walls and shoves his tip so meanly into your already bruised G-Spot, another one sneaks up on you. Your eyes snap closed and your legs try to close around his torso as you squirt again, this time soaking your other boyfriend’s stomach.

The sheer pressure coming from your cunt forces him out of you and he only laughs, pulling away from you as he watches you gush. He holds one of your legs open as he jerks himself off, using the new wetness as a lubricant. He finishes on your stomach soon after, voice jumping back and forth between deep groans and high-pitched moans as he milks himself dry at the sight of you.

You both sit there, chests heaving and heavy breaths filling the room. His eyes rake up and down your body as he catches his breath, his hands mindlessly rubbing up and down your sides as he tries to help you calm down. Your eyes meet and he smiles widely, eyes crinkling at the corners as he giggles at you.

“You did so well, baby. I can’t believe you did it a second time…” He giggles and crawls over you, hovering over you as he pushes his lips onto yours. “Lixie…” You whine against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls away and pushes his lips against your jaw once more, “No more, Honey. Time to clean up, okay?”

Hyunjin’s voice suddenly comes from the bathroom, in a very dramatic ‘over the intercom’ voice. “Baby 1 and Baby 2, if you could please make your way to the shower so I can give you some lovin?” You and Felix laugh at the same time and you continue to lay in your spot, even after Felix has stood on his feet. He drags you by your ankle to the edge of the bed and, despite your groans and whines, pulls you to stand with him.

The two of you wobble over to the bathroom where Hyunjin is standing in the shower. He smiles and curls his finger, gesturing to both of you to join him under the steaming water. Felix taps your ass playfully, sending you stumbling forward. Both men laugh as you stick your tongue out at the younger and speed-walk your way to Hyunjin.

The three of you squeezed into the shower and, thanks to the newer dorms, the shower is big enough to comfortably accommodate you all. They take turns washing you off and you help them wash each other off while some soft kisses and tender caresses are exchanged in the cooling water.

Your body is still shaky by the time you’re fully dressed and tangled in the new sheets with both your lovers. You’re sandwiched between them, covered by the fluffy comforter, and basking in the warmth of their bodies that are tangled with yours. Hyunjin is the first to fall asleep, cheek squished against your chest as you lay on your side facing him. Felix is behind you, one arm holding his head up and the other rubbing your shoulder softly, easing you into a slumber. Right before you give in to your exhaustion you’re reminded of your earlier conversation with Chris.

“Ah- Lixie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Channie said he wanted to talk with you about something.” You smile and wiggle your eyebrows before sleep finally takes over you, leaving a very confused Felix who just shakes his head at you mid-laugh.

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[darnell-la]

Can you do dark!Logan being kinky and baby trapping you?

summary: Logan knew everything in the past, wouldn’t matter once he did his job, so he decided to go on a side mission to fulfill a dream he’s been dreaming about for years.

btw, this story was a bit rushed just like the rest that we will be posting soon. college has been kicking our main authors ass…

DO NOT READ IF CNC/SA TRIGGERS YOU!

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Logan had woken up on a huge hotel bed, with a hand over him. The man was confused, not understanding what was going on until he remembered he was sent back in time.

Logan quickly got dressed, not wanting to wake up the women that were in his bed. His only thought was on y/n. He even remembered offering his room to these two women because he couldn’t have y/n.

Y/n was and still is dating Scott Summers. Logan couldn’t stand it. Scott had confronted Logan once, telling him and everyone how jealous Logan was of him because he had everything the lonely animalistic man wanted.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh when Scott thought he read him like a book. Logan could have any girl Scott wanted. He proved that by reeling in Jean.

Logan wanted y/n before anyone knew who she was. He was the first to see her, the first to talk to her, the first to make her laugh, and the first to make her upset. Logan hated the fact that they didn’t talk as much because of Scott.

“We can’t talk if you’re gonna keep flirting with me, Logan. I’m not Jean, and I’ll never be her,” y/n said years ago at a party after Logan pulled her into a bathroom.

“I know you’re not Jean. You’re better, and he knows that. He knew I wanted you, so he got you first,” Logan tried explaining to y/n, but she ended up leaving after apologizing. It wasn’t her problem or fault that Logan couldn’t commit.

Logan is currently outside of y/n’s house, debating on whether he should go through with this or not. He bought a basket, hoping he could sweet talk his way into her house, maybe even get her to take him and leave Scott.

“Hello?” Y/n asked in her sweet and soft voice as she opened the front door. “Logan- Hey, what are you doing here?” Y/n asked as she opened her door further, seeing a friendly face.

“Hey, just wanted to stop by. It’s been a few months, right?” Logan wanted to confirm to make sure his dates were right. “Yep — I do miss the team, though. Maybe I’ll visit next week,” y/n smiled.

“Could I maybe come in, and put this down?” Logan asked as he lifted the basket that he had put together for a good hour. “Yeah, of course,”

Y/n and Logan talked for a while, catching up on each other, but she couldn’t help but notice how flirty he was. She had told him not too long ago, that he needed to quit with it.

“Logan, it’s nice to meet you and all, but you can’t just come in here- In my house that Scott pays for, and flirt with me — I-I thought you came by to say congratulations on Scott’s sad mistake,” y/n giggled at the end of her sentence.

“Congratulations? To what?” Logan asked. “Didn’t Scott tell you as well as the others that I was pregnant? Well, at least I thought I was. Sadly, I was only two weeks late,”

Logan felt an instant pressure in his head. He’s never known anything about any close pregnancy. If his calculations are right, this would only be the first six months of Scott and y/n dating.

“Are you okay? Logan, hey,” y/n snapped her fingers in Logan’s face to get him back into reality. “You were almost pregnant? How? Why? When- I-“ Logan couldn’t keep himself from thinking.

It’s almost like Scott took no time to try and claim her — To try and claim what was his.

“Relax, I’m not actually pregnant. We’ve had our small talk, and we think it’s better to wait until it’s our one-year anniversary,” y/n smiled as she sat down on the living room couch.

“You haven’t even been with the man for a year, and you already had a pregnancy scare? Are you serious, y/n?” Logan asked in a tone y/n was surprised by. Why was he so upset?

“I mean, we’re around the age people start making a family, so-“ y/n went to continue, ur Logan cut her off with a loud sigh as he rubbed his hands all over his face. He’s never been this stressed in his life.

“You let him breed you? Are you- Fuckin’ hell, Bub,” Logan cussed as y/m scrunched her eyes. “Logan, what is your problem? Scott has been my boyfriend for months. Why do you care if he breeds me?” Y/n could barely repeat the word Logan had used.

The tall man snapped his neck to look at her. He was upset about how she could see how wrong this was. Opening her legs, and letting Scott go in raw within six months?

“You wouldn’t even kiss me when I tried. You wouldn’t touch me. You wouldn’t let me please you — I was willing to keep it slow and only go down on you, but you rejected me? For what? For Scott!?”

“Logan, it’s fine to leave,” y/n got up to show Logan out of her home, but instead of letting her, he pushed her back down on the couch. “No! No more running. I’m fuckin’ tired of this. Are you even happy? Do you seriously see more in him than me!?”

“Logan, please just leave. Scott will be back in half an hour, and-“ y/n tried getting up again, but this time, Logan pushed her down on her back and hovered over her.

“Then he can come home to a pretty sight if you bread right,” Logan growled before he began tugging at y/n’s leggings that he just knew Scott bought for her. All Scott did was buy things Logan would love seeing y/n in.

“Logan- Stop! Get off of me!” Y/n tried fighting, almost forgetting that Logan was a mutant and she wasn’t. He was automatically stronger than him. He didn’t even struggle.

“Gonna take it easy on you for right now, Bub, but when I get back to my future past, I’m gonna give you think kids you want,”

Y/n didn’t know what to say. He was all over the place. She’s never seen anything like this in Logan. She wanted to talk to him and ask him what was going on, but that left her mind when he got her leggings just under her ankles.

“Logan- Stop this! Get off of me, you can’t- You can’t fucking do this!” Y/n cried out, upset that Logan never got the idea. It’s not like y/n never saw anything in him.

Y/n just hated how he wanted women to chase him, and when he never got them to, he pushed until he got what he wanted. Today, he had to do more the seduce a woman with his looks and words.

“I can do whatever I want. Who’s gonna fuckin’ stop me, huh? You? Oh, you can’t lie, Bub. I smell how sweet you are from up here,” Logan chuckled as he pulled himself out of his jeans.

“You know, when I get back, the date will be set back before Scott met you, meaning, I get to have another chance. I could’ve waited to taste you, but as soon as you mentioned Scott impregnated you — God, that pissed me off,”

Logan held his cock as he pushed pushed into her. He knew his length would be the biggest she’d ever taken, and that only made him want to stretch her out more.

“L-Lo!” Y/n screamed as her back automatically arched. “Yeah, that’s it? Haven’t had a good cock since you’ve been with Scott, huh?” Logan asked as he continued pushing his cock through her lips.

“Logan!” Y/n cried loudly as he slammed himself all the way into her. “Take it, baby — I know you can,” Logan took his hands and pushed her waist into the couch, pinning her down so she couldn’t get away.

“Just look at you — You’re soaked and gripping me so tight,” Logan pounded away as y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. She tried telling herself she couldn’t do this, but the way her body reacted made things so difficult.

“I bet you’ll love it when I fill you up, babe — No matter how much you say no, I know you’ll love it. You’ll love me,”

[astrolynnworld]

release

pairing: dom!matt x reader

summary: you were on vacation celebrating a friends birthday while matt had to sit home slowly gaining more frustration at the horniness that overwhelmed him.

warnings: smut, pent up, language, oral, missing you, lust, a few uses of the word daddy, sex, breeding, rough, praise, soft degradation?, love bombs at the end for sure

a/n: the dom matt yall requested 🫡

word count: 1,289

matt’s pov-

I knew these three weeks without y/n would be a challenge, but I never expected it to be this hard.

y/n comes back today, and I am so excited excited to say the least.

i haven’t cum in 3 weeks.. and not all of that was by choice.

I’ve tried to touch myself on multiple occasions, but I just could never finish. It didn’t feel right.

i needed y/n. as bad as ever

but she comes back today and all of that is over.

y/n’s pov-

I grabbed my bags out of my friends car and waved goodbye as I walk up the driveway of my house.

i’m so excited to see matt. of course we video chatted a few times these past few weeks, but nothing is like seeing him in person. I miss him so much.

“matt?” i call out as i enter our home

he comes sprinting down the hallway

“BABY!!” he shouts as he gives me a million kisses and a tight hug.

“i missed you so so so so much” he says in between kisses

“okay okay” i say while laughing and pushing him off me

“i missed you too baby but i need to settle in first” i continue

“you can settle in later princess, i need you now!” he exclaims as he grabs me and tosses me over my shoulder

“matt!! what are you doing!” i say while kicking my feet trying to get him to let me go

he walks me to the bedroom and tosses me on the bed.

“you think you could leave me here alone for three weeks without any repercussions?” he states

i stay silent as i try to maintain eye contact with him as he hovers over me on the bed.

“do you know how hard it’s been not having you here at complete access?” he continues

i maintain my quietness, slowly getting turned on by his demand and neediness for me.

“when I said I missed you, I wasnu’t joking. I miss everything about you. how you look, how you smell, how you feel, how you taste.” he says slowly as he undoes my pants

“i needed you so badly.. and now I’m going to have you just the way i want you, is that okay princess?” he asks me, yet it doesn’t seem like much of an option

i slowly nod my head

“good. now get up” he demands

i sit up at the edge of the bed

“take off my pants.” he furthers

i slide him out his pants and slowly start kissing and rubbing his bulge throw his boxers.

“awe you’re such a smart puppy aren’t you? know exactly what daddy wants huh” he says in a condescending tone

he pushes my head back and lets out his cock.

his dick looked so swollen and neglected, it was already throbbing and leaking precum from only my previous teasing. i had to do something about this

I grabbed the shaft and slowly put my tongue on the tip, teasing the head.

matt threw his head back in a sigh of relief at the sensation that my mouth had only just started giving him.

I keep circling my tongue around the tip and jerking off the shaft until a dominant matthew grabs my head and pushes his cock inside my mouth

in one swift motion, I can feel his throbbing cock buried in my throat. pulsating as he pulls back and thrusts deeper each time with more lust.

I can’t help the tears that starts to flow out my eyes as I find it hard to breathe, but the only thing that kept me going, was knowing the satisfaction that matthew was having.

“fuck y/n fuck fuck fuck” he says as he keeps a steady pace

thrust after thrust after thrust, matt is relentless.

“im gonna cum baby.” he states before picking up the speed

soon after, i feel lines of thick liquid, spilling down my throat as matt releases his grip from my head and pulls his cock back.

I let out a few coughs and exasperated gasps as I try to catch my breath.

matt bends down to me, “are you okay baby?” he says with his voice laced in concern.

i chuckle at the code switch, “i just hope you planning of fucking me as as good as you just fucked my throat”

he smiles, “get on your stomach and arch your back now.” he demands

i climb on the bed and do what he says.

he slides my panties off, “look at this pretty wet pussy baby? you’re so fucking wet and beautiful”

he slaps my ass.

“is this what i’ve been missing out on these past few weeks? fuck” he furthers

bending down, matt sticks his tongue out and starts licking my pussy up and down all the way to my ass crack.

“and you taste even better than i remember.”

he starts eating at my clit while fingering me from the back.

I can’t help the noises that escape my lips I had it felt sensation in three weeks and the lust was only making him feel better.

“you sound so pretty baby, keep moaning for me just like that.” matt says before stopping this stimulation

“i need to fuck you right now before i cum again.”

he positions his cock with my hole before slowly sliding it.

I gasp at the feeling of his long cock sliding inside of me

He didn’t give me too long to adjust to his size before he starts the thrusting and deepening inside of me.

“fuck matt- omg” i say in between breaths, as the sounds of our body parts slapping together echos the room.

“mhm baby how does that feel?” he asks knowing the answer

“you feel so f- fucking good sir. s- so big and deep” i try to make a sentence while being a whimpering mess

“you missed this cock didn’t you?”

“yess daddy. of cour- course i did” i reply

calling him daddy must of set off a switch inside of him because boy did he start speeding up

i couldn’t even speak anymore. i was just making whiny moans and sounds that probably could be heard throughout the whole house.

“fu- fuck daddy please please pl- please keep going. i’m g- gonna cum.”

“cum at the same time as me baby” he says while pushing my head down into the bed and slamming his cock into me even deeper and faster as he chases his high once more.

he starts circling my clit with the hand that wasn’t holding me down into the bed and that’s when i lost every thought i had in the moment.

my orgasm comes tumbling out along with a familiar sensation of pee

“you just fucking squirted on my dick baby. you’re so fucking hot.” he says while slowing down his thrusts, trying to ride out both our highs

he lets go of my head and pulls out of me to idealize his work.

i topple over and squeeze my body to let his cum fall out of me.

he goes in the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean us up. then comes to join me in bed

“fuck i genuinely missed you so much baby” he says kissing my forehead as he smuggles me into his chest

“don’t ever leave me alone for that long again”

i chuckle still trying to catch my breath & recover from the scene that just happened a minute ago

“i love you, sweetheart” he says as he starts playing with my hair

“i love you more bubs” i respond before closing my eyes in the comfort of his chest

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a/n: how’d you guys like the story? two in one day 😝 i’m on a roll fr!

[cloudwisp]

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 · 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

contents: tooth-rotting fluff. his favorite coat has gone missing, and he bets you have something to do with it. 1.3k wc.

You came to miss Wriothesley these past two weeks—so terribly much that you decided a small change in his morning routine was due to keep him from leaving your cozy little apartment so soon and make his return back to the Fortress before the sunrise.

He’s been working double-time recently, something about Fatui spies on his territory so you were patient and understanding while he handled the urgent matter to get it under control. But you quickly came down with an extreme case of the lover’s yearning syndrome because you haven’t spent any proper time with him.

And no, the few fleeting moments you’d both share where he carefully scoops you up in his arms when he comes back to you in the middle of the night, and him pressing a tender kiss to your forehead murmuring good morning to you before he disappears again hardly counts. But you suppose the underworld doesn’t run itself and you had to make do with what you were given until it’s no longer enough.

When comes the promised sunlight streaming through the windows laying a warm caress on your cheek, you peek behind your comforter at the sound of Wriothesley moving around in your home. He’s already handsomely dressed, except for the large missing coat which he’s searching for now. And he doubts it ran away on its own from where he last tossed it onto a nearby chair when he lets himself in. His suspicions are further confirmed when he catches a glimpse of you playing pretend in his peripherals.

There’s a knowing smirk on his face as his weight dips on the edge of the bed, and he watches you shift in your sleep in a cute mess of limbs with the blanket following your movements. “Sweetheart, do you have any ideas where my coat has gone?” He reaches out to push away the stray strands of hair from your eyes, and he’s a little amused at how you’re playing coy when you give him the same sleepy hum like you usually do.

Oh, aren’t you so adorable. Stealing the Duke’s coat and stowing it away somewhere safe because you just want him all to yourself, don’t you? Even if just for a few more measly minutes you’re more than happy to cherish every precious second, until you decide you want more of course. And now he’s running late, what’s he gonna do with you?

“You know, I’ve got a pretty good idea who the culprit is.” Even as he teases, there’s a gentle fondness in his gaze at your endearing display. Though that seemed to rouse you out of your peaceful slumbering state, and your eyes slowly flutter open offering him another hum with a tilt of your head.

“What’s this talk about culprit so early in the morning?” He chuckles softly, but he can reserve a moment to appreciate the soft glow of the morning light casting over you. He missed this and he missed seeing your beautiful smile that matches the warmth of the sun, even if there’s a bit of mischief along the curve of it.

“The culprit as in, I have my reasons to believe you’re the mastermind behind my coat’s disappearance.”

“What makes you think I had something to do with it? Didn’t we learn anything from the collection of law books Clorinde gave you where you need to provide evidence if you’re accusing someone?” You’re toying with the fabric of his tie and your avoidant gaze only adds to your guilty-looking form. He sighs in amusement, you are making this way too easy for him to see right through you—and he actually likes the fact that you’re one terrible liar.

“Call it a hunch,” he replies with a small tug of his lips. “Besides, there’s only you and I here so the evidence points to you. Now, will you tell me where it is, darling?”

“Oh, alright.” Since he asked so nicely. You pull yourself upright, crossing your arms over your chest with your teeth gently biting down on your index finger with furrowed brows as you try and recall where you had last seen it. “Hm, seems we have a little problem. I just can’t remember where I placed it. Maybe a kiss would help jog my memory?” There’s a teasing glint in your gaze as you look back at him with innocent doe-like eyes, but there’s no denying the smirk on your pretty lips.

Wriothesley’s laugh is soft and affectionate, unable to help himself at your words. So that’s what you’ve been scheming, wasn’t it? Cute. He didn't account for the fact you'd admit to your crimes so quickly. But there’s never a dull moment with the love of his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way when you have a talent for small surprises.

“Time is ticking~ And Your Grace has places to be, doesn’t he?” He feels the clement pull of his tie and you eagerly close in on the distance between you and him as your warm breath fans over his skin.

“A kiss, you say? You drive a hard bargain.” He murmurs teasingly and his hand settles on your hip, giving you a light and playful squeeze. “And where shall I give you the kiss then? Here, perhaps...?” He presses a quick chaste kiss to your forehead. “Or here?” He says now while kissing your nose, and you giggle when he peppers two more on either side of your cheeks.

“Or even here…?” He draws back slightly, the pad of his thumb running over the supple flesh of your bottom lip. With the brush of his knuckles against your skin, his hand moves to the back of your neck as he leans in once more and gently coaxes your lips with his own in a blissful exchange. At the pleasant feeling of your smile against the kiss, his arm encircles your waist and he easily hoists you onto his lap and steals your breath away with a growing fervor when he’s reminded of how you taste.

It’s familiar and sensual and intimate. He exhales breathlessly with flushed cheeks when you both have to part to fill your lungs back with air and you notice the soft upward quirk of a smile at the corner of his lips as he rests his forehead against yours. He could never blame you for wanting a little bit more love because he has been missing you just as much, even when you think you were the only one with longing feelings for more meaningful and quality time with him.

And believe him when he says that he’d much rather have you right here where you are sweetly wrapped up in his arms to hold and kiss all day long if he didn’t have pressing matters that require his attention. But fortunately for you, the Fatui case was nearing its end and you’ll have him all to yourself to do with as you please and he intends to spoil you endlessly for being so incredibly patient with him.

“You are quite the handful. Just couldn’t resist, now could you?” He leans in for another lingering kiss. “I appreciate the thought of you wanting to keep me here with you a bit longer, but you know you could’ve asked… Or did you just want to make trouble?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and takes your sheepish laugh as your guilty admission and affectionately nips at your jawline.

“I’m just doing what I do best—which is keeping you on your toes.” You say with a playful quip, a bit mesmerized when you stare into those stunning blue eyes of his. “Oh, right… before I forget, your coat should be outside hanging from the balcony.”

[reverie-starlight]

lucifer in love

in which the avatar of pride tries and fails to get you out of bed

gn!MC, no physical descriptions. fluff. fluff. fluff. lucifer is scared but it’s okay, he’s just not used to being in love yet, he’ll get there, he swears it. pet names (including little lamb once bc it’s canon). he’s literally so in love.

this has no bearing on the fic, but in my mind this is OG game a few months into your relationship, not NB setting. also I sprinkle in some of my own lore headcanons here.

lucifer was not a morning demon.

everyone in the house of lamentation knew it. his brothers would normally steer clear of him until breakfast (aside from the days that satan and belphie were feeling particularly confident), even diavolo and barbatos knew better than to start drowning him with work before a certain time of day.

coincidentally, you weren’t exactly built for mornings, either.

but still, lucifer had incredible resolve and far more years of discipline built up within him than you did. which obviously made the mornings you’d wake up in his bed difficult for both of you.

“my love, it’s time to wake up,” he leaned over your sleeping body placed a hand on your shoulder. he was already fully dressed and (somewhat) ready to brave the early morning hours. he wanted to let you sleep in as long as possible, and it pained him to rouse you from such serenity, but he also knew you’d miss breakfast if he let you rest any longer. and then you’d really be cranky.

his lips formed a small yet genuine, fond smile when he heard you grumbling. “nooo, just a bit longer…” your voice was muffled by his sheets, and you tried to turn away from him.

“little lamb…” he warned, but there was no real bite behind it and you knew it. lucifer knew well that you were as stubborn as he was, so it wasn’t surprising to him in the slightest when you kept pleading with him.

“pleaseee lucifer, come lay with me for a bit longer. I want you near me.”

he sighed. he dared not show any signs of how tempted he was by you. the irony of a human being the one to tempt a demon.

but he did not waiver. “MC, you’ll be late if you stay in bed any longer.”

“so what?” you whined indignantly. “I haven’t been late or even missed a class in weeks- in fact you showed me just last night how deserving I was of a reward for good behaviour. let’s just play hooky today.”

he rolled his eyes slightly. of course you would use his excuse for getting you into his room last night against him to sleep in longer.

you turned to him, laying on your back and staring up at his unamused face with a still-sleepy grin of your own. “come on, baby, just lay with me. we don’t have to skip if you insist on going, but being a little late won’t hurt, you know?”

he blinked and tried to keep his composure. he still wasn’t quite used to being on the receiving end of pet names, and human ones at that, but you had been growing quite comfortable with throwing them at him lately.

this was the third time you had called him that in the past week, and he still wasn’t sure if he liked it or not… he’d need it to be tested a few more times before he could make a final decision.

He didn’t feel the need to test out terms of endearment- he knew what he was comfortable saying and calling you, and you never seemed to complain with him sticking with some of the more… classic? is that how you put it? names. with the exception of little lamb. obviously.

if he was being honest, though, he had been holding back. human world terms of endearment felt so lacklustre in comparison to those in infernal. he would never admit this, but he was… hesitant to use devildom terms of endearment on you.

often times they couldn’t be translated into any human language, nor could the feelings they spoke of be conveyed differently. the things that lucifer wanted to call you were akin to that of a declaration of complete devotion forever and always. even by demon standards they were intense, because they basically promised that even after death, there would be no one else.

his hesitation was not because he was unsure if he felt the emotions they conveyed for you. not at all, he knew his feelings and yours as well.

but you’ve thrown him for a loop. even if he was sure… he wanted to wait a bit before showing you just how deep his feelings ran. because the intensity of it all was something he had never felt for anyone in all his millennia. the fact that he had someone he could even toss around the idea of using those names on… those feelings were just for him to get comfortable with, so that when he was truly ready, he could pull it off without a hitch.

he wondered if lilith had felt for her human anywhere close to what he felt for you, sometimes, but he always buried that thought away as quickly as it popped into his mind.

blame it on his pride getting in the way, or call it what it was- fear of what being in love was doing to him and what it would continue to do to him. and what it meant he would be willing to do for you…

“uh, lucifer? my love? you’re staring off into space, is everything okay?”

your voice brought him out of his thoughts and the concern within it made him warm inside.

he was still leaning over you, hand gently gripping your shoulder, and your face was wrinkled with worry. he loved you.

until he had it all worked out, he’d show you as much as he could through human declarations of love and lots of action.

he looked down at his wrist as if to check a non-existent watch. “fine, I suppose there’s time to spare.”

he let the sound of your victorious laughter wash all over him and bathed in the feeling of your arms around his neck after he crawled over you to reach his side of the bed.

your smile was radiant, and he felt another piece of the armour encasing his heart chip away. he had been feeling that a lot since you first started the exchange program, but even more so since you both began your relationship.

there was no stopping this, he was falling headfirst into unknown territory for the second time in his life, for a completely different reason this time.

but he’d never ask for anything else. because just like the first time, he figured that this could only result in changing his life for the better as well.

once again he had to shake himself out of his thoughts. you were smiling and talking about one thing or another- he missed the start of the conversation- and playing with his tie.

lucifer was not a morning demon. he woke up exhausted, he dreaded the pile of work forever thrown at him. but his resolve was insanely strong.

maybe he’d give in to you more often if it meant he got to have you like this, in his arms, laughing at his ruined resolve and how weak he is for you, for the rest of your life.

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haha get it? rest of your life bc you’re mortal and he’s not?

anyway I hope you enjoyed!!

[keisins]

gojo satoru x reader. fwb!au. angst to comfort/fluff

kind of a sequel to this

You’ve been ghosted.

To be fair, you had kind of expected this. Key work: kind of. You try to not let your heart constrict itself into an organ of loathe, depression and hatred for the past 3 weeks.

Unfortunately, the agony still sits on your granite kitchen counter three weeks later. It’s in the box of his stuff he had the nerve to leave behind, along with all the thread-like semblance of hope you had for your future together. (How foolish of you, really.)

The kitchen itself, however, is empty. The living room you’re standing in — also empty. Your family and friends who came to help you move your stuff to your new apartment left a few minutes ago. They’re on their way there first to pick up some food before all of you move more heavy boxes into the place. And you’re grateful.

Grateful that you have people in your life that don’t ghost you, even if you can count them on a hand. People that care. That are consistent in your life. That aren’t curse-bound.

God, you hated him for the first week. Hated how even though you tried to make his habitual appearances not a part of your routine, you find yourself missing the white hair that tickles your neck when you search for a fresh set of pajamas, the clingy hands that harbor not-so-innocent touches as you put on skin care, and even sometimes, in the morning when you didn’t have the heart to kick him out the last night, the most amateur brewing of coffee you’ve ever had because who needs coffee when you have Gojo Satoru to keep you energized.

You shake your head to rid your thoughts. You take a deep breath in, ready to say goodbye to the place, goodbye to the memories, ready to let the box be discarded away just like he has done to you.

And just as you almost let go, you feel it.

You feel him. You don’t turn. You can’t. Because it cannot be real. You know what’s real and it’s not tender kisses and hands intertwined, it’s a job in a new city, in a new position. Life is not Gojo Satoru, it’s a new apartment.

Yet, there in your old apartment, you come to life upon hearing his voice.

“I see you’ve changed the place.”

His joke comes soft and light, as if to not scare you. Because he has to know that you are livid. He keeps his distance. Though, everything in Satoru is compelled to hold you. He thinks your name must be carved into his bones, with the way it urges his joints to reach for you, always always drawn to you.

You still haven’t turned. Still in shock, because this has to be a hallucination. Some sick joke from the universe, maybe. He calls your name, but before he can close his mouth, you turn around and ask harshly, “What are you doing here?”

Tears are already brimming at your eyes. You find yourself looking at him for the first time in a long time and it makes your heart ache. You could hear him out, but there is something in you that doesn’t want to. You had been raised with impatient needs, always in a rush to satisfy the ones who claimed to love you. Love is patient, love is kind, and you want it so bad to not be love.

A moment of silence passes by as Gojo bores into you, until his heart caves and takes a big step toward you, tests the water by taking your hand in his.

And you cry, weakly shrugging away, before he’s pulling you into the warmest embrace of your life.

“I’m sorry.” He catches sight of the box on the counter and can only guess what it could be. He’s been so selfish with his love for you, that he had forgotten about the treachery that so greatly tries to seep through his infinity. Gojo hadn’t accounted for it, didn’t ever in his life think he could feel afford to be humbled. But, as he stands there with you falling apart in his arms, he feels intimidated. “I’m so sorry.”

“I hate you.” Are you okay? How have you been? Where did you go? He hums softly, still caging you with his arms. You dare to ask, because to love is to be vulnerable, “Where were you?”

He holds you tighter, his eyes threatening to drop some tears of their own. He laughs and you can hear how watery it is when he tells you, “A box.”

You pull away, brows furrowed as you look up at him. He wipes away a falling tear on your cheek before pulling you into him again, desperate for you to not see him cry.

“I’ll explain later… Just let me hold you right now.”

[estell-allary]

APHRODITE’S BANE

Relationship:romantic

Pairing:Clarisse La Rue x fem!aphrodite!reader

Warnings:fighting,mentions of blood,reader getting injured,swearing pls tell me if I missed any<3

A/N-this is my first time writing,also this is just a fluff about Clarisse and you loving each other AND you are like the past Aphrodite the fighter and warrior that she truly is,not this soft weakling that people preseve she is just because she is the graceful goddess of love~(it is also 00:30am and this is heavily inspired by the song Salvatore by Lana)

Shocked.That’s what you would say you (and most of camp half-blood) were when you found out that your mother-Aphrodite-claimed you,especially in the middle of capture the flag! No it’s not because you’re not pretty-hell your one of the prettiest girls in chb,but because everyone was sure you would be claimed by ares or even Athena.

Everyone had no doubts to you being one of there children because you were strong,quick witted, intelligent and understanding you also had an undying loyalty towards the ones you loved, but after you were claimed people started to relate you to your mother more-or well who your mother used to be,Aphrodite Areia.

When you were unclaimed you would hang out with the ares kids and a few other people,but there was only(not even)a hand full of people you talked to in the Aphrodite cabin-them being piper,livia,Valentina and silena

I mean you were only claimed a few weeks after you arrived at camp half-blood that being in that years game of capture the flag..that’s also when you met her.Clarisse La Rue,honestly you didn’t really think of her to be all that before the incident,sure people told you to stear clear of her because she was a bully and would not hesitate to flush your head down a toilet,but you just saw her as a normal teenager who had anger issues.

You’ve only been at camp half-blood for 3 weeks and the date of capture the flag was today,everyone has been preparing and training extra hard for a few days now and you still haven’t even found out who your godly parent is yet,tho everyone’s already assumed who they are,ares or Athena,because your a natural for sword fighting and one on one combat or because you are wise and patient-most of the time.

You were placed on the blue team with the hermes cabin until your claimed same goes with the rest of the unclaimed kids,Chiron did his speach and then the red team let out this loud monstrous war cry that made you flinch,“um Luke,is that normal”you asked in a hushed voice to the black haired boy that was standing next to you “yep,they do it every year,don’t worry you’ll get used to it”he pated you on the shoulder biding you goodbye as the blue team departed.

Stumbling through the woods trying to get to your spot was..difficult to say the least let’s just say you got lost a few times,when you finally get there you lean back against a rock,it was smooth and rough at the same time,just right.You could feel the sun levitating off of your now warm skin,this was sure to give you a light tan.

‘Catch me if you can,working on my tan Salvatore’

You heard a twig snap behind you and you quickly jumped up and grabbed your sword,turning around to see no one,“hello?..”you said confused but keeping up your fighting stance “annabeth?..Luke?” You called out knowing annabeth was close by but Luke wasn’t you were just confused…that was until you got tackled to the floor by non other then..someone? it was a boy and he smelt vile but you had no time to think about that before you panicked and slashed your sword at the side of his amour and flipped him off of you before quickly getting up and taking a step back.

He lunged up and swung at you but you quickly dodged and bolted for the woods, running,in hopes he would head for the flag instead of following you,but he didn’t..it was strange he was going after you and not the flag, “ow!shit!” You cried out as you were tackled to the floor again this time with him stabbing at your amour.

You pushed yourself backwards and kicked him in the stomach sending him back a few meters,you jumped up again and so did he this time you lunged at him stabbing at his chest but he kicked your legs out from under you and pushed you back making you fall of a small ledge and land on the small,damp rocks of the beach.

‘Dying by the hand,of a foreign man,happily’

He jumped down on to you and held his sword to your neck,he was about to open his mouth to say something but you kicked him in the shin making him fall and his sword pierce your skin,not enough to properly injure you but just enough to draw blood,he yelled out as he hit the damp rocks “ah!you bitch!”you both got up again and started clashing your swords together “why the hell are you still trying to fight me!”you grunted out.

Before he could respond you heard yelling and both the blue and red team came running out the woods the blue team with the red flag,the person holding it was annabeth but she faltered for a few seconds seeing that you were is a fight.

Then you caught her eye,for the first time you both looked at each other and gods she was gorgeous.Clarisse La Rue.

But you got distracted.“HEY!”luke yelled out as the boy stabbed with full force at your chest.

‘Calling out my name in the summer rain,ciao,amore’

You huffed out a breath,gasping for air as you grabbed the end of his sword cutting your palm and two of your fingers but kept your grip on it strong,you raised your foot and kicked the boy in the stomach making him stumble and lose his grasp on the sword.You threw the sword into the water and just as he was about to punch you,you grabbed his fist and flipped over above him landing behind him (thank god for you being able to do gymnastics)

Just as annabeth got the red flag to the post you punched him in the back making him fall on his front and he stayed down..OH GOD YOU KNOCKED HIM OUT!!

You looked up panicked and everyone was staring looking shocked at yo-..wait why were they looking above you?You looked up and gasped,

“Wha-?”

Suddenly you were tackled into a hug by silena who was laughing “oh my god” you heard annabeth say,your gaze went from Silena to Annabeth to Clarisse..she was looking at you with a puzzled expression before saying the thing that everyone was thinking, “how the fuck are you a daughter of Aphrodite?”she said your eyes grew wide before you furrowed your brows “HEY!are you calling me ugly!?”you yelled out looking offended even tho you were thinking the same thing.

“Well no bu-!”Clarisse started before she was interrupted by Chiron “Aphrodite areia..you take after your mother’s original origins from being a warrior”he said with a kind smile on his face.

“Well that’s enough for today everyone go get some rest get fixed up and carry on with your day!”Chiron declared.

A/N:sorry that there was like no Clarisse x reader in this I promise there will be way more in my next one this one was just a tester btw😃

[nocasdatsgay]

So Where Do I Start?

Pairing: Eris x F-Reader | Rating: E 🌶️| Eris POV

Word count: 2256 | one-shot | Read on Ao3

Summary: You aren’t fully comfortable with your post baby body and Eris is not having it.

CW: an off screen baby, post baby body, insecurities, sex

A/N: I’ve never had a baby but I do have body issues 😂 there is also a part where Eris thinks about how much he basically missed the intimacy- don’t misconstrue it as him needing sex. I worried when I wrote that. If enough ppl like it I’ll post it on ao3 🫣 I put it on ao3

No tag list for this one cause I don’t want to subject ppl to baby content if they don’t want it 🫣

Eris had been flirting with you all day. You’d asked around lunch what had gotten into him and honestly he didn’t have an answer. Maybe it was the fact you’d both gotten decent sleep, your babe finally being at a point where they could sleep through the night. Maybe it was the fact things had slowed down for him, having finally caught up with paperwork and meetings now that he’d returned to focusing on high lord duties after the weeks spent helping with the baby.

Or maybe he just loved you. Which was nothing new.

Of course when you both got into bed, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Soft kisses deepened and he pushed up your nightshirt, determined to pull it off but you shoved at his hand. He pulled away immediately, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered. Gods, it felt like it might kill him but he’d do it.

“No.” You didn’t look him in the eyes. “I just, I don’t want,” your voice trailed.

“That’s not exactly reassuring.”

Your gaze met his. You frowned at him. He frowned back. He tried to think of what was bothering you. It had been a few months. Recovery from birth was one of the longer healing processes even in high fae. It was highly possible you weren’t ready despite Edith stating you’d healed up perfectly a month ago. Just because you were cleared didn’t mean you were ready.

“I can wait,” he added. “I am more than happy just keep kissing you.”

“No.” Your eyes widened. “No, I want you. I do. I just. Maybe just leave my shirt on?”

He frowned again. “My love, we talked about this.”

And you both had. He noticed immediately when you started staring too long in the mirror and when you changed up your style of clothing. It took him weeks to convince you to bath with him again, to let him see you fully nude in a neutral setting.

“I know, but this is different.”

“How is it different?” He chuckled and you pouted at him. He sent his love through the bond hoping you’d forgive him for laughing.

“What if- I just don’t think I can handle it if, you know.” You bit your lip and looked away.

“If what?”

“If you- gods Eris you’re such an ass, don’t make me say it.” He grinned at you and it only flustered you more. “What if I kill your mood?”

He blinked, his own eyebrows raised up. “As if you haven’t smacked me several times already in the past month because I have gotten handsy in the bath.”

“That was different,” you protested. “You were just playing.”

He let his voice drop low and put his hand back on your shirt when he replied. “I never play with how much I want you.” He could smell your arousal spike back up. He made sure to lower hand and trace his fingers on your thigh. “Let me show you. If you still don’t believe me then we’ll stop and I’ll go to sleep in the study. Do we have a deal, my fire?”

“Gods you don’t play fair,” you said breathlessly.

“Whatever do you mean?”

He’d already distracted you enough to get his hand farther up your thigh, the shirt inching up with it. He reached your hip, his fingers running over your infernal underwear.

“Can I?” He asked, hooking a finger on the band.

“I don’t know. Can you?” You smarted back.

He looked you straight in the eyes when he replied, “I can and I will.” Then he set your underwear on fire, ensuring it only burned the fabric away and not your skin.

“Eris!” You yelled and pushed up the bed in shock.

“Hush, you’ll wake the baby, love,” he chuckled and used his magic to clear away the ash.

“You set my underwear on fire.” You hissed.

“I did. And I’m about to set that shirt aflame as well if you don’t let me take it off you.” He grinned.

“Fine. But if you can’t get it up, I am cutting your cock off and stuffing it down your throat. Then I’m murdering you.” You hissed and tugged up the nightshirt to pull it over your head.

“I love it when you're feisty.” He purred, his eyes immediately wandering down your body as you tossed the shirt off to the floor. “Where would you like me to start?”

“Start?”

You tried to cover yourself but he was not having it. He crawled over you, grabbing and pinning your arms by your head. He watched in real time your pupils dilate, your eyes going near black.

“I said I would show you how much I want you,” he leaned in and brushed his nose against your own. “So where do I start?”

For once he’d rendered you speechless. Good. He didn’t need you arguing with him when your opinions were clearly wrong. Especially when he let you go and sat up to look you over again. The mother truly blessed him by putting you in his path. He made sure to push that down the bond and smirked at your cheeks darkening.

“I know these are the babe’s favorites.” He whispered. He traced a finger around your breast. “It’s wrong of me to say this but I do enjoy it when you pull my hands up your top.”

“Eris,” you hissed.

“It’s true.” He grinned. “You get my warm hands pressed against your sore breasts and I get to hold you.” You blinked at that confession. “My mate, did you think I had nefarious reasons?”

“I thought you just liked to touch my breasts.”

He shrugged, “what is that phrase my brothers keep spewing when they cheat at cards? A win is in fact still a win?”

You rolled your eyes. He continued moving his finger down your sternum and traced around your stomach. You frowned.

“Despite how you feel, I do love how soft you are now.” His fingers moved around to your side and traced your hip. “And how wide your hips are now.”

“I don’t. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe. That was expensive.”

You then yelped and jolted as he moved over you, putting one leg between your thighs to wedge him apart.

“As if I care about the cost. These hips carried our baby.”

He leaned in and kissed the valley between your breasts. His left hand cupped your right breast when he kissed down your chest again. He could feel you relax under him and grinned against your stomach. He maneuvered himself so he could switch and cup your other one against his heated palm.

“I swear that’s all you're good for,” you teased, placing your hand on top of his. “Male hot stone.”

He slid down further and nipped his teeth at the skin above your belly button and he felt you tense again. He knew you hated how soft your stomach was and how the skin there was still recovering from being stretched to accommodate your child. He’d spend the rest of his life convincing you it was a blessing if he had to. Because it was.

“This beautiful belly of yours,” he kissed your stomach, “made our perfect babe. That was all you, my fire.”

“I know.” You didn’t sound convinced.

Eris knew it would take time. Even if he was impatient, he wouldn’t argue with you. He learned a long time ago that only made you stand firm in your thoughts. Instead he pressed more open mouth kisses along your stomach, pulling his hands away to loop his arms under your thighs. He didn’t miss the way you gasped or how your scent sweetened. He definitely didn’t miss the humming want you were pushing in through the bond. He rolled his hips into the bed like a fuckin youth just to relieve his own tension.

He wasted no more time, eager to get his mouth between your legs. He pulled your legs apart and peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. You were still tense; something he had not encountered since the first time you were together. Despite your apprehension, you were still wet for him. He tried not to be smug as he put his mouth on you and your body relaxed in his hold.

He moaned as he licked up your center, your taste and smell overwhelming him in the best way. It was almost muscle memory, his tongue moving against your already swollen nub in a way that had you grabbing him by his hair. And by the cauldron, did he miss your hands in his hair.

Eris had planned to take his time. Take you apart slowly and remind you how much he loved you. Your body had other plans. You rolled your hips against his face, and he sucked and licked harder. He didn’t even get his fingers in you before you moaned and arched on the bed.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you came, panting and yanking his hair as he worked you through it. You had enough when you pulled him up.

He laughed. “That’s a record.”

“Is it?” You were still gasping.

“You really know how to stroke a male’s ego.” He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Maybe we should take breaks more often.”

“Insufferable.” You muttered.

“I’m about to be even more insufferable,” he said with a sly tone.

He made certain you were looking when he rolled his pants down, his length springing free and curving up on his stomach.

“Still doubt me?” He smirked and stroked himself.

You groaned. “Fine, I believe you.” Despite your tone you gave him a loving look. “Now hush and come fuck me.”

Eris kicked off his pants and crawled over you. There were no words exchanged as your legs fell open and he seemed to settle in place with ease. You gasped when he reached in between you both to guide himself into your slick heat. He groaned almost too loud when he bottomed out into you and stilled.

By The Mother he missed this. Being so close to you; being physically connected to you. The bond between you both tight, filled with love and passion. He laid there for a moment to savor it. He kissed you deeply and used his hand to bring your leg up farther on his waist.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead to yours. “I swear I’d put another baby in you right now if Edith wouldn’t kill me.”

“I think I would kill you.” Your tone was amused rather than annoyed, thankfully.

“And what sweet death it would be,” he muttered.

He kissed you again and propped himself up on one of his arms. The shift alone felt like lightning shooting up his spine. He realized at that moment he shouldn’t have laughed at you for coming apart so quickly. Eris groaned and cursed when he rocked his hips.

“Know how to stroke a female’s ego.” Your laughter faded into a moan; Eris thrusted into you a little harder.

You were both mostly silent after that. Eris’s mouth was preoccupied with kissing every inch of your face and chest he could reach. You were biting your lip when he wasn’t kissing you so you wouldn’t get vocal and wake the baby. He could feel you plateau through the bond, both of you just enjoying the feeling of being together in this way again.

He finally moved up and put your leg up over his shoulder to let him dive into you harder. You sighed and he felt your pleasure spike through the bond. He tried to not be smug about it. He reached his hand between you and rubbed his thumb gently in time with his thrusts. He grinned at how you mewled.

“Can you come for me again, love?” You nodded. He was close himself, his breathing haggard. “Will you do that for me? Come with me.”

It took a few moments before you arched off the bed again and flooded the bond with your pleasure. He groaned coming right behind you, but not stopping until you stopped pulsing around him. He dropped your leg and damn near collapsed on top of you.

Eris pushed himself off you with a groan, still catching his breath. “I think I need to start training again.”

“Overwork yourself?” You giggled “I think that’s just your age showing.”

Eris bit back a retort. After a moment he reluctantly moved off the bed and muttered he would get you a towel. Sleepiness was creeping into his bones while he cleaned himself off and wet a hand towel for you. He grabbed his pants off the floor where he tossed them and before he returned to bed, he peered into the nursery. Your babe was still fast asleep.

It seemed you were also sleepy when he crept up to the bed and saw your eyes closed. He made sure to heat the towel with his hand before maneuvering it between your legs and cleaning up the mess he made. You inhaled sharply but only blinked at him. He incinerated it once he was done.

“You’re so dramatic,” you grumbled at him.

“But you love me,” he said and leaned in and kissed you again before crawling into bed.

“That I do,” you muttered and scooted over to him so you could cuddle until you both fell asleep.

[angstywaifu]

Love Doesn't Suit You - Brennan Sorrengail

Just a little idea that came into my head the other day, and just had to get written down for you all. That and I missed writing for this man. If any one has any Brennan ideas please send them my way. Pre Fourth Wing and Iron Flame (no spoilers), mentions of blood/violence, maybe bring tissues...... Requests Open.

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Never in his life had Brennan thought he’d be in this situation. Especially not with you. But here he was, stuck in this situationship with his childhood friend. Too scared to man up and tell you how he really felt. In stead you slept together, kissed and flirted. But the second it came to a label on it, you bailed. Every single time he had to watch you enjoy the company of another person. Gods, he did it too sometimes. But none of them were you.

”You’re going to get caught one day if you keep this up.”

I jump back, hand clutching my chest as Brennan steps out of the shadows. The moonlight reflecting off his reddish brown hair. He knew I liked to do these late night flights. Knew I used them to clear my head of whatever chaos was going on in it at the time.

”Only if I do something stupid.” I reply before walking past him.

I hear him sigh behind me before walking after me. “Well considering some of your choices you make, it might not be long.”

”What’s that suppose to mean?” I ask as I turn on the steps to look up at him.

I knew exactly what he meant. It was the same argument we had every few weeks or months depending how it was going. Brennan wanted more but…. I couldn’t. The thought of being with someone more than just a casual thing terrified me.

”You’re in a situatioship with what, two or three people now?” He says without even looking at me. “What happens when one of them meets and figures it out? Or you get bored and come back to me?” His voice laced with anger.

”I was pretty open about it not being exclusive. I’ve always made it clear with you and them I wanted nothing more than sex.” I say through gritted teeth before turning my back to him and walking back down the stairs.

Brennan’s footsteps are quick to follow me, and I can tell by the sound he’s angry. I’ve hit a nerve. Good. It’s better that he hates me. I’ll only break his heart if I haven’t already.

”You and I know very well that they’ve fallen in love with you. Don’t act all innocent with me.” He tells me as he practically breathes down my neck.

I turn and push Brennan back, causing him to stumble into the step behind him.

”You mean falling in love like you did?” I snap, watching as he winces at my words. “I’ve always made it clear I wanted nothing more than something casual. Love doesn’t go well with our line of work. You know that.”

Brennan just shakes his head, scoffing at the comment. “Love just doesn’t go well with you.” He mutters quietly before pushing past me and walking away. “Maybe I was stupid for even thinking you would ever commit to something.”

I barely catch the last part. Knowing he didn’t intend for me to hear it. But I do. I stand frozen to the spot as Brennan’s footsteps disappear. His words echoing in my head. My heart feeling like it was just ripped to shreds and thrown on the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut as tears start to roll down my face. If only he knew. If only he knew how much I actually cared. How much I wanted to put a label on us. But I can’t. I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts from my mind before slowly following Brennan down the rest of the stairs to the quadrant to try and get some sleep before tomorrow.

I’ve fucked up. My mind not focused on the my challenge. My mind still focused on what happened last night. Brennan’s words still echoing in my head from the night before. And because of that I hadn’t been fully focused. And now I would pay for it.

I can feel the blood dripping from the wound as my challenger pulls their knife out of my stomach. My hands rushing to apply pressure to the wound. Blood instantly seeping through my fingers as I drop to my hands and knees in the pool of blood forming on the floor. This is it. This is how I die. Black dots start to fill my vision as I feel myself slipping away. Over the ringing in my ears I hear someone calling, no screaming my name. Their voice is pained, as if they’re losing someone they love.

I cough, blood splattering the ground beneath me. Shit.

The last thing I see before I black out is a familiar pair of amber eyes looking at me in panic as they scream my name, trying to apply pressure to the wound as they pull me into their arms.

[frostsinth]

Your Heart's Got Teeth - Pt. 2

Part 1 | Masterlist

Have another part of this slow burn. It's nice to try to jump into stories again with very little planning, developing the character and seeing where they take me. Missed it.

Hopefully you guys like. A bit slower than other burns I've done? Let me know what you think. As long as there is interest I'll keep posting updates.

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“Bless you, huntress,” the older woman breathed, “Had you not been there the other day, I don’t know what might have become of the two of them.”

I shook my head, placing the jug of water on the table. “The orcs are all bark, no bite.” I assured her as another child darted past my ankles to climb onto the bed with the dozen others already there. Ignoring the ache in my arms and legs from another long day as I turned to face her. “… What else are you missing?”

The woman sighed, rubbing her tattered apron over her hands. “You have done so much for us already.” She glanced over at the children huddled on the bed. “With so many new mouths to feed, I am grateful for your help.”

I followed her gaze, feeling another stab of guilt as I considered the orphans she had taken in. Shoving down the reminder that nipped at the corners of my thoughts of exactly whose fault it was they were orphans in the first place. The woman’s house was one of the last standing near the center of the square. There was another two mothers here, each with their own child to add to the growing brood, and an elderly man whose own house had not survived the initial attack. I imagined if things didn’t improve another family would likely need to move in before the week was out, as I knew the small house at the end of the lane was more holes than wall now. My gut twisted, and my throat burned. I brushed aside my growing exhaustion, gritting my teeth.

“Damn those bloody orcs,” I muttered under my breath, “I could have us all fed properly, if they would just let me out of the village center. Even now I have to practically sneak about, like some sort of criminal, just trying to make sure there's water.”

She flinched at my tone, stealing another peek at the children who were occupying themselves with the remnants of a straw doll and half of a wooden boat. Obviously not wanting my hot head to spread.

“I remember when your brother used to sneak around the streets at night,” she said, her eyes growing warm and fond even as my heart ached and I jerked a bit at the sudden reminder, “Hiding little bits and bobbles for the children to find in the morning.”

I swallowed hard, and nodded distractedly. Not wanting to linger in that memory. Not wanting to think about my baby brother at all. Her sad eyes returned to me, deep and hallow, with dark circles underneath. Speaking of a few sleepless nights herself. I made a point not to look at her.

“I was sad to hear of his passing.” She told me. “I know his life wasn’t an easy one-”

“There’s not enough wood here.” I interrupted her sharply, “You should have more for the night, or you’ll all go cold.”

She stopped short, a bit taken aback at my change in tone. But looked over at the shoddy pile of scrap they had piled beside the fireplace.

“It was all we could find.” She said after a bit, her voice soft. “The village square has been picked clean of wood by now.” I saw her dark eyes go to the rickety chairs and table. “Perhaps we might consider-”

“I’ll find some more.” I interrupted her again.

“… There is no more.” She reminded me quietly after an awkward pause.

I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “At the outskirts of the village, there are still plenty of ruins that haven’t been picked through.”

Her face went a bit pale, and she shook her head quickly. “We’re not allowed outside of the village center… the orcs won’t let you…” She dropped her voice into a whisper, as if they might hear her and enact punishment for even the thought.

I scoffed, letting my nose wrinkle up to show my distaste plainly. “They won’t let us hunt. They won’t let us chop trees or gather mud or clay for repairs. They won’t let us to the farms outside the walls. I’m not sure if they’d rather we freeze to death or starve.”

“Keep your voice down, huntress,” She whispered, “What if they-”

“Let them.” I snapped, then saw the fear growing in her eyes. I sighed, shaking my head. Feeling my guilt spread cool fingers over my temper. “… I’ll go to the outskirts. Gather some scrap wood. For the night, at least.” I looked back over at the bed. “Then I’ll… figure out something else for the rest.”

The older woman followed my gaze, then looked back at me nervously. “I know you aren’t used to…” She dropped off, thinking it over for a moment, “… Others.” She decided finally. “But we are grateful you survived… You don’t have to sleep by yourself. You’d be warmer here.”

I glared at her out the corner of my eye. Feeling a scowl returning to my face even as guilt bubbled under the surface. The villagers had never understood my choice to live alone in the woods, especially as after my brother had passed I rarely came into town anymore. Apparently my manners were somewhat excusable for that reason. I felt another stab of guilt, turning my burning gaze down to the cold dirt floor. Then shook my head again.

“You have enough to feed and warm.” I told her bitterly. “… I’ll get you that wood.”

She turned as if she might follow me out the door as I stalked away. But she stopped short at the threshold. Hesitating, lingering in the shadows. Fear filling the lines of her face.

“… Be careful, huntress.”

I snorted, taking up the handles of the cart once more.

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I gathered up a few more splinters of wood from the rubble, tucking them under one arm. The sole remnants of what was once a house. Now little better than kindling. I tried not to linger on those guilty thoughts, moving along and using one booted toe to shift through the rocks.

The click of tumbling stone against stone from my right had my attention jerking up and my spine tensing warily.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Izu said breathlessly, skipping over the crumbling wall and kicking about the loose rubble errantly.

I sighed with exasperation, sparing a glance over his shoulder to make sure he was alone but feeling at least some of the tension leave my spine. I had made a point to avoid the orcs over the last few days. More so than normal. Even this daring trip to venture further from the center of the village to the destroyed outskirts by the wall was supposed to be in part an effort to avoid them. But there were more of them now than ever, and it was getting harder and harder to do. It seemed even here, in the crumbling ruins of houses, the orcs were present. I should have been more careful, shouldn’t have thought they wouldn’t be any more once I had slipped past the main guard.

I considered the young orc again, cocking my head to the side. Wondering if he would drag me back to the center. Wondering if he was as restrictive and wary as the others. Though based upon his lopsided grin… Maybe he didn’t quite count. I returned to my search.

“You should probably stop doing that.” I said.

He looked at me in surprise. “Doing what?”

“Looking for me. Talking to me.” I wiggled another piece out from under a pile, glancing up at him again. “Really anything to do with me.”

“But… but I owe you-”

“Your life,” I interrupted his protest, straightening and placing my free hand on my hip, “So you’ve mentioned.”

“I’m honor bound.” He insisted.

He watched me for a moment as I continued my search, a slight pinch in his brow. Then seemed to have a moment of understanding. Scrambling over and moving an over sized chunk of stone with a huff. Picking up the board beneath it and tucking it under his own lanky arm. I almost laughed, but shook my head instead.

“… It’s Izu, right?” I asked a little tentatively as he moved through the rubble, shifting rocks and stones as I was.

“Izu’lemi.” He replied. “Most people call me Izu’lemi… you can call me Izu though, I think. If we’re going to get married.”

“Izu’lemi.” I said firmly. “I have to be twice your age at least.” I kicked a loose stone, shaking my head. “And I’m human. You can’t marry me.”

“Being human doesn’t matter!” He exclaimed. “Lots of orcs marry humans… and I’m going to get older.”

“As will I.” I pointed out. “… You can’t marry me. Even in a few years.”

His thick lower lip protruded out, and he was silent for a bit. Picking through the stones until we reached the edge of what had once been the building’s outer wall. Following me over to the hand cart to deposit the lumber. Watching me with bright yellow eyes and a deep crease between his brows.

“I owe you my life.” He reminded me yet again. “I can never repay that debt… No one can. Not in gold, or silver.” He thumped his fist against his chest. “A life for a life.”

I sighed heavily, realizing this was just spinning in circles. I moved to pick up the handles to the cart, but he rushed to gather them before I could. Hoisting it up easily and giving me a sheepish grin. I glanced about nervously, then relented. Unsure what else to say to the boy for a moment. Knowing we were alone at least. What remained of the villagers didn’t dare venture this far from the center of town, so they weren’t around to see me complacent with an orc… or to wonder why he treated me differently.

We walked along in silence past one mostly intact house to the next left in ruin. Only our plumes of breath lingering in the air between us.

“Your dad says you are a prince of some kind.” I said finally after we started picking through the stones again. Speaking softly as if someone might still hear us.

He shrugged. “My father’s father is a High Chief.” He explained, his words slow as he picked through the strange syllables. “But… you don’t really have a word for… for the son of the son of a High Chief in Common, so we say ‘prince’. Maybe inugu is more like a ‘King’ then.”

“Do you know what he wants with this village?” I asked, my voice still soft. Making my way to a board half buried beneath a large chunk of stone wall. The portion of wall was still mostly in one piece, and as I tried to pull the board I realized it was wedged far more than I had originally thought.

Izu’lemi raised one palm defensively. “He won’t hurt you!” He assured me. “I promise!”

I started to open my mouth to reply, to try to weasel a bit more useful information out of him. But another skittering of stones had my neck snapping to look over my shoulder. Tension rising once more in my spine and taking a wary step back towards the street as three burly orcs clambered over the ruins. The ground all but shaking under their weighty steps. One dragged a battle ax behind him, his thick hair a messy mane of knots that made it hard to tell where hair ended and his big beard began. Another was more lean than his companions, moving with a purposefully lumbering step and dragging his feet through the stones. A somewhat bored look on his clean shaven face, his hair cut in patterns on the sides with thick tresses down the center. The final, leading orc was the same girth as the other two combined, and then some. Each leg was the size of a massive tree trunk, and he was currently barefoot as I imagined there was no leather strong enough to hold in his huge, flat feet. He was bald, but had a long braided beard and a pair of tusks that looked as thick as my forearms.

Izu’lemi moved to step in front of me, a small scowl forming on his face as the men approached.

The foremost orc growled something I didn’t understand, jerking his chin at Izu’lemi. Then he looked over his shoulder at me more pointedly. Cocking his big bald head to one side.

“No humans here.” He grunted, spitting the syllables through his thick lips.

Izu’lemi spoke in the same deep guttural tongue. I didn’t know the words, and thought orcish always sounded harsh. But I watched his body language. His shoulders squared, his hands half balled into fists. The scowl on his face. The way he shifted his weight and widened his stance. He did not seem pleased to see the other orcs. My heart skipped and raced at the realization.

The bald headed orc spoke again, grunting and grumbling, breath pooling before him in a hot cloud like smoke. His companions shook their heads and shifted their stances as well. One even went so far as to hoist the large battle ax he had been dragging behind him to rest poised on his shoulder. Izu’lemi’s voice rose to the point where it edged on squeaking in his growing frustration, and I saw a smirk settle on the face of one of the orcs while something like a chortle came from the other. Not lending me confidence that Izu’lemi could handle this confrontation, and having my eyes dart about nervously. Looking for a plan of escape.

“No humans here.” The bald orc repeated, louder and more insistent. He even took one lumbering step closer. “Back. Go.”

Izu’lemi’s hand came out, shielding me further. Snapping something in orcish at the others. The big orc gave a huffing snort. Closing the last stride to shove the smaller Izu’lemi out of the way. The boy staggered a step before catching himself. Already spinning with an angry word on his lips. The other orc ignored him though, walking languidly over to me with his large nose flaring. His brow scrunched, and he leaned closer. One meaty palm came out, grabbing at my skirt and thumbing the fabric. I pulled back on instinct, and his grip tightened. His nostrils flared again, and he released a huffing breath through them as he leered over me. I tried not to choke on my nerves as they leapt into my throat and my heart sputtered fearfully. One of his companions deftly grabbed Izu’lemi’s arm as he tried to jump back to my defense.

“Go.” He growled. “No humans.”

“Get off me.” I snapped breathlessly, smacking his fingers away.

His fat lip curled away from his thick tusks, and an irritated look formed on his face. His meaty hand came out again. Giving me a firm shove that had me falling back into the side of the hand cart with a shout. That made his companions laugh, and he glanced over his shoulder at them. I took the opportunity to reach into my boot as his irritation changed to an amused smirk. Seeming encouraged, he turned back, reaching to gather up a fist full of my blouse.

His roaring shriek a moment later as my knife slashed across his square cheek was deafening. He practically tossed me across the stones, and I skidded along them painfully. Before I could even start to clamber back up, the orc closed the distance between us once more in another resounding stride. Grabbing my blouse again and dragging me off my feet. I brandished the knife, but he was more prepared this time. Using his free hand to catch my wrist and his big thumb to force it backwards painfully. I kicked at him with my feet, trying unsuccessfully to loosen his hold. I managed another little scratch along his arm in the scuffle before he knocked the knife fully out of my hand. Hoisting me to eye level to snarl in my face.

All of a sudden, a different meaty green hand wrapped around his fat wrist. Another force grabbed the back of my dress, yanking me out of his grip. I staggered as I was dropped unceremoniously to the ground, my legs buckling under me as I hit the stone. I twisted, breathlessly. My hands going to my ears to protect them from the roars as two orcs faced off. Teeth bared, fists balled. Hot breath creating clouds around their roaring jaws. Thumping their chests and shoving at each other angrily like bull elk locking horns. It took another belated breath to realize who had ripped me from the orc’s grasp.

I had thought the burly orc was large. But when Jou’kiel stretched to his full height and threw his arms wide, the other orc seemed half his size. Spittle flew from his mouth as he roared again, and his thick braids bounced and rolled as he took menacing step after menacing step forward. Forcing the other orc to retreat with each one. His voice was like thunder, and though I couldn’t understand the words, the tone left me wired and on edge. Ready to flee from his wrath. The bald orc seemed to agree, half-cowering after a moment with a grimace on his face. Raising his palms as if to shield him from the bigger orc’s rage.

Izu’lemi spoke up, twisting himself free and jabbing an angry finger at the offending orc. But that appeared to merely turned his father’s outrage on him. Though the boy was not so easily cowed as the other three orcs, he did fall silent. His big lip coming out, crossing his lanky arms over his chest. I decided that was a bit encouraging, and felt my racing heart skip back into a more normal rhythm. I thought to try to make my escape, yet feared drawing attention to myself. Deciding it was better to stay a small, inconspicuous shape for now.

Jou’kiel swung his arm wide in an angry gesture, and I didn’t need to know orcish to know what he was shouting. The three orcs looked at each other grumpily. Obviously feeling their leader had taken away some entertainment. The bald orc rubbed the back of one hand at his bloodied cheek, glowering at me for a moment before he turned and followed his companions as they accepted their dismissal.

As they lumbered out of ears hot, Jou’kiel spun on me. A fierce look still in his deep copper and yellow eyes. His brow still scrunched, his huge teeth still bared. I felt a bit of tension return, but pursed my lips stubbornly.

“It’s not her fault!” Izu’lemi protested in Common before his father could speak, obviously for my benefit. “Haumond and the others started it.”

The boy darted over to offer to help me back up. But I pushed away his hands and stood on my own. His father shook his head, beads and bones chittering in his hair. Rolling his shoulders back, snorting loudly like an angry bull trying to be soothed.

“Don’t pick fights over your human pet.” Jou’kiel growled, switching to Common as well, though it seemed as if he struggled with it in his current state. As if he’d rather be speaking orcish.

“She’s not a pet!” He argued. “She’s going to be my mate!”

The bigger orc scoffed, swiping one hand angrily through the air again as if to bat away the notion. “Your betrothed then.” He said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t call me that.” I grumbled, turning my back to him pointedly. Wiping my shaking hands down my skirts and taking a steadying breath out of their sight.

“You don’t need to follow me.” Izu’lemi pouted behind me. “I can take care of myself.”

Jou’kiel scoffed again. “Last time I left you alone, you came back with a bride. Now I find you picking fights over nothing.”

I shot the older orc a piercing glare over my shoulder, which he ignored, sparing me only an equally irritated look. Returning his attention to his son. Glowering at him.

“The humans are to be kept close to the center. You know that.”

“But-”

“I should box your ears.” He grumbled. Shaking out one hand and balling it into a fist as if he just might. “I don’t have time to be hunting you down all the time.”

Izu’lemi scowled back at him. “Then don’t.”

His father growled, stomping over and giving him a little shove. Izu’lemi rocked back a step but still stubbornly stared his father down. Despite having to crane his neck back to do so. I thought it rather looked like a lamb with its first horns facing down a battle scarred lion. I rubbed at my sore arms for a moment while I watched, flinching at the raw flesh there, feeling a thin trail of blood. Wondering if I could sneak away without them noticing now.

“Stop giving me reason to. Or I’ll tie you to a post instead.” The older orc threatened.

Izu’lemi’s pouting lip returned, and he huffed quietly. His father glared at him for a moment longer, then tossed up his hands angrily. Giving him another little shove as his temper seemed to slowly dissipate a bit. Even reaching out and scrubbing his fingers through his son’s hair, obviously to his ire as the younger orc attempted to swat him away. Then he looked around, eyeing our scattered boards once in arm, and the cart of wood on the remains of the street.

“… What were you two even doing this far out?”

I ignored him, deciding if I couldn’t leave, I might as well be productive. Walking over to start gathering up the pieces of wood off the ground. Pretending I didn’t feel an aching throb in my arms from having been treated like a rag doll through the last exchange. Like I didn’t feel the sting of frustration in my throat and behind my eyes. I dropped the wood in the cart with a clatter, wiping at my brow with the back of my hand.

“We were…” The younger orc paused, looking down at the cart, and the ruins, then over at me helplessly.

I considered him for a moment, then sighed heavily. He was like a loyal dog, fed scraps from the table. He had no idea why we were here, why I was here, and after that pause I took pity on him.

“Firewood.” I said.

I nearly jumped a foot at the sudden rumble of stone. Spinning just in time to watch the older, much, much larger orc hoist the giant segment of stone wall aloft I had passed up before. As easily as if lifting a sack of flour from a silo. I couldn’t help staring a bit as he shifted his weight and then flipped the wall over its end entirely. Leaving it to crash on its opposite face with a sound that resounded around the empty streets. Jou’kiel bent down to pick up the large board now exposed from beneath it. Smacking it in his opposite hand as he rose.

“Why burn this scrap?” He mused, smacking the wood again as he walked over to me. “Didn’t chop enough real wood?”

I glared at him as he offered the piece to me. Refusing to take it.

“We’re not allowed outside our village.” I reminded him angrily. “You know, where the trees are for firewood? And even if we were, you have all the able bodied trussed up in your big holding cell on the hill.” I stepped around him, shaking my head. “Or maybe you forgot about your sodding occupation already?”

“You don’t have enough wood?” Izu’lemi echoed, calling our attention back to him, then looked down at the planks in his hands guiltily, “… Are you cold? I can go chop some for you-”

“Izu, go back to our camp.” His father ordered, cutting him off.

“But-”

“Now, Izu.” He said firmly, then slipped into orcish. The tone sounded scolding.

That had the younger orc’s big lower lip jutting out again. Then he trudged over and deposited what he had gathered into the cart. He moved to say something to me, but his father gave a rumbling growl that cut him off. So he offered a tiny wave instead as he jogged off down the road.

“Don’t encourage him.” Jou’kiel ordered me once his son was out of earshot.

I bristled. “You’re the one throwing around ‘betrothed’ and ‘bride’ like its already set in stone.”

The older orc scoffed, his breath pooling in front of him dramatically, brandishing the board towards me. “Izu is stubborn. I have to wear away at him slowly.”

I shoved the board out of the way with both hands, scowling back at him. “Leave me out of your scheming.”

“You’re apart of this whether you like it or not.” He called after me as I carefully picked my way around the stones back to the cart.

“Whether you like it or not.” I countered, dropping the small bundle in with the others. Placing my hands on the cart’s edge and shaking my head for a moment. Still on edge with my nerves fried. “You’ve got some nerve acting like this is somehow my doing. It’s far more your fault than mine.” I shook my head again. “What kind of father sends a child out alone like that?”

I gasped slightly as his hand grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around abruptly. His snarl was fierce, his yellow eyes sharp, his brow knotted. Jabbing a finger painfully at my chest as his leveled his nose with mine.

“Don’t you dare think for a second I intentionally put my son in harm’s way.” He growled, a fog forming around his teeth with his hot breath. “I have rolled heads for lesser insults.”

I placed my hands on his massive shoulders and gave a shove. I might as well have shoved a brick wall for all it seemed to do. But his snarl did deepen at my attempt.

“You have some way of showing it.” I snapped back. “I hope the boy’s mother tanned your hide when she found out.”

That made him jerk, and his snarl dropped away momentarily. Then he shook his head, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. He reached around, placing one hand on either side of me, gripping the sides of the hand cart as I had moments ago. Boxing me in and bringing his big tusks even closer.

“You keep pushing your luck,” He rumbled, his voice quiet but no less full or menacing, a hot cloud of his breath enveloping us, “See how far my good will extends.”

I resisted the urge to swallow the lump forming in my throat. Looking back and forth between his hooded, angry yellow copper eyes for a moment.

“You promised me a grave.” I reminded him again. “Maybe you should get digging.”

“Gods, but you are an infuriating woman.” He snarled, and I heard his fingers tighten their grip on the hand cart. Heard it groan and creak in protest to it’s maltreatment. “How could Izu…”

He stopped, his fingers loosening. He even leaned back a bit, dropping his head. Leaving me with a full view of the top of his skull and the thick braids there. So close I was certain he could feel my own breath on them. His movement sent a waft of his musky scent hitting me square in the face, some combination of sweat and dirt that made me glance at his huge arms still boxing me in. A hefty sigh broke through his defenses, and I saw his broad, muscular shoulders rise and fall with the sound.

“It’s for Izu that I haven’t buried you yet,” He grumbled, finally straightening and dropping his hands, looking about with his brow furrowed, “… Why are you the one responsible for gathering scrap?”

I scoffed. “Why does it matter?” He glared at me until I sighed, gesturing around us. “The villagers are terrified of you stupid orcs. Most are too afraid to step foot out of their homes.” I kicked the ground with one boot. “What’s left of them.”

“Obviously you were born without such preservation mechanisms.” He replied dryly. Bending down to retrieve the piece of wood he had dropped during our altercation. “Your people need wood?”

I still ignored the offered piece. “Wood. Food. Clothing.” I moved to walk around him, back to the cart handles. “Least of their worries should be a hoard of orcs squatting in their town square. They’ll starve or freeze to death long before you bloody lot decide what you’re even doing here.”

“Hostages.” Jou’kiel replied simply.

I looked at him in some surprise, but found him considering the empty streets and decimated houses with a thoughtful eye. He walked over as he did, dropping the big beam with a heavy thud into the cart. I followed his gaze for a moment, then shook my head.

“There’s no one of value here.”

He shrugged. “Your village is one of many we’ve taken. If your King wants his Kingdom back, and its citizens, he’ll have to bargain for it.”

I listened quietly, gripping the handles of the cart and staring down at my knuckles. “If there’s anything left after you’re through with it.” I muttered forlornly.

The big orc sighed. “We’re just passing through. It’s not up to us to fix your problems for you.”

I snapped my head up, glaring at him. “You act as though you had nothing to do with this!” I said angrily, dropping the handles to ball my hands into fists. “Are you so deluded you think the village is supposed to look like decrepit ruins?”

He glanced around again, his scowl returning. “An unfortunate ramification of your King’s feud against my people.” He grumbled. “Tell him to come fix your houses.”

“Yes, because Kings often care about little villages in the middle of nowhere.” I scoffed. “I’m sure he’ll empty his coffers right away to fix this place up.” I crossed my arms over my chest, still glaring at him. “If anyone manages to survive being your so-called ‘hostages’, they’ll be stuck living in ruins for the rest of their lives, if they stick around at all.”

Jou’kiel growled deep in his throat. Hot air puffing from his flared nostrils. Reaching up and rubbing at the back of his neck as his brow scrunched. I scoffed again, my anger growing.

“You didn’t even think about that, did you?” I accused. “You had no idea that you are destroying each village you take ‘hostage’? That this land will be barren for generations. Its people too busy trying to survive to rebuild.” I turned, leaning against the cart and slowly sliding down to sit on the stones, suddenly feeling weak and too frustrated to stand. “You’re no better than that good for nothing King and his so-called soldiers.”

There was silence behind me. It lingered for so long I thought he might have left. I found some tiny pieces of crumbled stone by my boot. Gathering it up in my hand and tossing one tiny piece at a time across the remains of the street. Watching them bounce and skid about. Feeling the cold seep into my legs and bottom through my skirts. My brow furrowed with guilt. Knowing that this fate was my fault, no matter how much I might spit and shout anything else. I had doomed this village and all its inhabitants the minute I had let that stupid boy go. Their deaths were on my hands, and my conscience.

I jumped a little as his huge green form suddenly plopped down next to me. Shaking the ground in his ungraceful descent. I stared at him, sitting shoulder to shoulder with me on the side of what used to be a road. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Didn’t even look at me. Leaning over and scooping some of the pebbles from my hand. Causing his big knuckles to brush my palm as he did.

I watched him toss a few pebbles as I had. His brow still deeply furrowed. Then he sighed heavily, looking down at a pebble he held between thumb and index. Rolling it about there for a moment.

“… We’re not running a charity.” He grumbled, pinching his fingers closed to crush it to dust. “Most of the men here are warriors. Not homemakers.”

“Bullies.” I told him, reaching over his bent knee to take back some of the pebbles. “Taking what they want without caring who they hurt.”

He caught my wrist as I began to draw my hand back. I glanced up at him, finding his copper yellow eyes watching me. I froze beneath his touch after an initial wince, even though his grip wasn’t that tight. It was strange, seeing his face look soft around the edges. Considering he had looked like a wild beast not that long before when he had faced off with the burly orc. He peered down at my arm, lifting it up to look over the small abrasions there from my skidding fall earlier. Turning it towards the light. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“We’re better than your King.” He said stubbornly, refusing to look at me.

His voice brought me back to my senses. “I doubt it.”

“I’ll prove it.” He tossed my hand back to me. Then a sly smirk came to his thick lips. “Can’t have my son’s betrothed going hungry and cold.”

I groaned, dropping my head back to bang against the cart. “Seriously, don’t call me that.”

That made him laugh, his face splitting into a real grin for once. The sound was warm, and echoed around us in the empty street. I glanced at him again out the corner of my eye. Studying the way his face changed with the warm expression there.

After a moment, he tossed what was left of the pebbles down the street. “Go.” He told me. “It’s starting to get dark.”

I sighed, reaching up one hand to rub across my face. “It doesn’t matter. Days and nights are all the same now.”

He grunted, reaching for something behind us and pulling it lightly along the ground. I looked over at him at the sound of scraping metal to find him picking up my knife from where it had fallen. Thumbing it in his hands. It looked like little more than a butter knife amid his huge fingers, and I watched him trace his thumb along one flat edge thoughtfully. My heart skipped, wondering what he was thinking. Wondering if he was realizing I had struck the other orc, and what punishment he might deem worthy for that offense.

But after a few tense breaths, he spun the blade deftly between his fingers and offered me the handle. I stole a glance at his face, finding his copper yellow eyes watching my own. Deciding it had to be a trap. My expression must have changed, as those sharp eyes rolled and he grunted again. Reaching out with his other big hand to grab mine. Unfazed by my attempt to resist and pull back. Turning it so that that back rested in his palm, and with his other placed the handle in mine. Then, he closed his fingers around them. Swallowing it up in its entirety for a moment behind his massive fingers. A huge silver ring on his middle finger glimmered in the shrinking light. My breath caught in my throat. Suddenly recalling something Izu’lemi had said, and I staring at it a little as I did.

“Something on your mind?” He asked quietly, his tone a bit snarky. I wrinkled my nose, which had his smirk returning.

“Definitely not what you think.”

His smirk became crooked, and he leaned in a little closer. “What then? Or have you lost your tongue at last?”

“… Izu’lemi said his father’s father was a High Chief.” I relented after a moment. “That would make you a prince too.”

Jou’kiel let out a hot huff from his nose, releasing my hand and leaning back. “Something like that.” He glanced at me out the corner of his eye. “Why does it matter?”

I sighed, shaking my head. “No reason. Just thought princes were supposed to be handsome.”

That garnered me a barking laugh. And the big orc rolled back to his feet with a grunt. I watched him move with surprising ease and grace given his size. Watched him flex his bare shoulders, watched his heavy braids settle about them again. Then he turned, reaching down and hoisting me up by my arm unceremoniously. Leaving me sputtering in indignation as I scrambled to find my feet under me.

“Well, sorry to disappoint.” He replied, tossing my arm back to me lightly. “Can’t all be young and handsome charmers like your betrothed.”

I scowled at him. “Don’t encourage him.” I echoed his earlier words angrily.

“Go.” He ordered me again, still smirking. “And don’t let me ever see you again.”

“If only the gods were so kind.” I mused, taking up the handles of the cart even as he turned to make his way in the opposite direction.

Another laugh echoed between us.

UPDATE: Part 3 HERE