#PUT SOME FUCKING MEAT ON THESE WOMEN... AND I MEAN ON THEIR WAISTS TOO.

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also ive been playing more hades. my stance remains as i said before: for me the only downfall is seriously how the designs lack any variety when it comes to being unique on their own. literally variations to face and body shapes and like even just DIFFERENT NOSES and expressions would do it so much wonder (as well as getting rid of those ashy darker skins like. ok)

for the rest its a whole lot of fun. like its FUN to play, the rng is fun, the dialogues and personalities are entertaining to me too! the character design only has that singular downfall. lol

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The ASL silhouettes are so fucking cool like

Dunno why it was so hard to find them so i made them kinda Sabos chosen silhouette is a little shit, not the best pose I could’ve used but whatever it proves my point

Like Oda has a massive imagination, incredible character designing skills, each character is pretty unique for the story he’s telling (excluding the Nami same face joke for all the women of note that are pretty)

I’d like to talk today about how ASL all have the same design theme that ties them together, especially Luffy who shares silhouette symmetry with his older brothers

The most obvious: ASL all have hats, idk the true reasoning behind this design choice but it really helps when you put all three together, who is who and giving them all a clean defining shape

Luffy has a strawhat with a rounded shape at the top, Ace’s is a westernised shaped hat with a taller shape and Sabo’s is a top hat with a flat top, could be me talking out my ass but the progression of shape language is fun and i could be totally wrong this is just my personal observation

Cuz Luffy is circles, Ace is triangles, literally two triangles inverted to have their apexs touch for his torso and legs and Sabo is rectangular trapezium sort of shape

Timeskip Luffy carries shapes from his brothers in the form of his waist sash giving him a more middled balanced silhouette that looks similar to Sabo’s knee length overcoat, however Luffy also has shorts roughly the same lengh as Ace’s but less harsh and potentially fluffy? Giving him a nice oval shape from his hat to his shorts, like egg shaped? awesome silhouette so simple yet effective

Ace is streamlined in every way possible, its the cool dude shapes, triangles and tapers, his hat has slight taper, his legs taper down his waist tiny tbh his pose is so striking compared to luffy and sabo because he doesn’t wear anything, but his waist line is broken up by the hilt of his dagger, idk why but it works and looks good, adds to his whole “im barely armed so you should see me as a threat” which is cool bc Luffy is deceivingly unarmed and Sabo’s pipe is deceptive because it’s not sharp

Sabo i wish i had a better example but his entire silhouette reads as mysterious, and he is mysterious (hes the revolutionary armys chief of staff!) hes the strange third brother introduced part way through the tail end of pre timeskip, the more properly dressed or covered up the character is means they have more secrets to hide and Dragon is the same with his entire body concealed by a huge cloak (most of the time), his entire silhouette could be messy if it werent for the inclusion of his famous pipe weapon, it adds meat to his otherwise average silhouette (the coat doesnt really do much for him shapewise tbh, but without it hes boring) bc it adds a body break?? Idk how to describe it but its long enough to sling over his back and will show over his shoulders and past his legs

Also worth noting their ascension in shoe silhouette, Luffy wears sandals or flipflops, so in his silhouette it doesnt detract from his main shape language, Ace has ankle boots/combat boots that go past his ankles, rounded because alot of his shape is sharp, Sabo has knee length boots to add some streamline to his large coat they also match his top hat in terms of shape height and technically his pipe too

Basically their silhouettes are all complementary and it’s a shame we only get merch of all three together

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heyhey! if possible, i’d like to place my order for a strawberry smoothie + spinach & artichoke dip + clam chowder + bbq sandwich. thank youuuu 💕💕

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Genre: smut. Final fluff. But mostly smut. Pining. Drabble for Bangtan Bistro

Rating: 18+

Tonight we’re serving

- Strawberry Smootie: Kim Taehyung

- Spinach and Artichoke dip: Smut

- Clam Chowder: “What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” (It’s been rephrased for stylistic purposes)

- BBQ sandwich: Celebrity in Disguise (you need to squint but I swear it’s there just read till the end LOL disguise might have been taken a bit too literally)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: okay, mild alcohol consumption (wine, brandied cherries), swearing, dirty talking, heavy flirting, making out, oral sex (sixty-nine, face fucking male receiving), brief masturbation (male and female receiving), briefest mention of rimming female receiving (just a quick lick *wink wonk*), quite rough sex, manhandling, one degrading comment, impregnation kink and breeding kink, lactation kink (I guess), mild bondage (knees), outright ramming, cumeating and creampie. Final soft, sweet surprise I don’t wanna spoil, I promise it’s a good thing.

Remember to vote for next prompt here and here is my complete masterlist!

Also, lemme self promote my new Taehyung AU

Bfbfhreb there, ready to go! Enjoy 💜✨

Feeling the scorching hotness against your spine was exciting. His eyes were there, planted against the see-through back of your blouse and you could feel them like molten metal dripping down your skin.

He was following the line of pearl buttons tracing your spine, holding close the sheer peacock blue gossamer.

Taehyung licked his lips subconsciously, his mind already wild with pictures of his fingers snapping every button open, one by one.

“Sir, may I ask your order?” A waiter interrupted his musings.

The young man startled. “Steak. Rare. And… Uhm, you do have a Nobile di Montepulciano 2018, right? Just a glass. One for the lady at the bar too. Roasted vegetables with the steak.” He closed the menu and placed it on the table. He loosened his tie discreetly.

The waiter checked the wine chart and confirmed the order. “The steak right away? No appetisers?” He asked.

Taehyung followed you as a polished waitress accompanied you to a table across the room, the iridescent fabric of your top shimmering in a holographic effect under the soft light of the chandeliers.

“No appetisers,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving you. “About that glass of merlot for the lady. She has moved over there,” he curtly indicated the direction with a nod of his chin. Looking at the waiter he searched the backpocket of his slacks. “Now,” He extracted his wallet, looking for a note and laying a 50,000 won piece on the table. “I know this might come off as rude but I’m asking for more than food, so…” Taehyung let the sentence fall eloquently. “Tell me something about her. Name, phone number, shoe size, I don’t care as long as I get to see her again.”

The waiter’s eyebrows shot up. “Of course, sir. She usually comes here with her friends, but tonight apparently she is by herself. They usually come on Thursday night.”

Thursday, of course.

Taehyung smiled. “Thank you. But I need a bit more than that.”

“I’ll come back with more, I promise.” The waiter bowed politely and left. Shortly after, Taehyung noticed the waiter walking to your table bottle in hand, gesturing to the other table as he talked to you discreetly. From the distance he could recognise a small smirk aimed in his direction, before you turned to the waiter, batting your lashes as you nodded.

He noticed a set of earrings glimmering like twin stars at your earlobes, while a fine thread of diamonds adorned your neck, matching the other pair of jewels.

The waiter poured your wine and leaned towards you, the epitome of politeness as he explained the situation very elegantly.

You were slightly surprised but didn’t let his words sway you too much. Keeping a sphinx-like composure you said something Taehyung couldn’t decipher from the distance, the waiter walking in his direction straight away.

“The lady said she is waiting for you to drink, sir.”

Glass half full, Taehyung lifted it in your direction, waiting for you to mirror the gesture. He cocked an eyebrow as you did, tipping the rim in your direction before bringing it to his lips and taking a small sip, observing your red lips lay on the glass while your neck stretched.

Watching your throat move as you swallowed was a vision too erotic for him to handle, and he politely fixed his stance, trying to alleviate his need.

Just as his steak was delivered, he was struck by surprise as the same dish was served at your table.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it a shame that you and him were sitting alone, ten metres apart at two different tables.

A part of him was pleased to realise that you had specifically asked his exact same order; however, his ego was drastically redimensioned once you started eating. You were a tease, licking your lips as the juices from the meat glistened on the deep scarlet colour of your lip tint. He felt embarrassed at the amount of details he could see now thanks to arousal, feeling like a predator as he studied your hands gripping the cutlery, your mouth opening wide for a bite too big, and the wine. He loved watching you drink. He loved watching the diamonds twinkle as your throat moved.

He was almost sad the moment he noticed you had both finished the food.

“Please, put the lady’s bill on me,” the waiter nodded as he took the empty dishes away.

“She wanted me to tell you her shoe size is seven and a half and that she doesn’t want anything less than six inches.”

Taehyung snickered and looked at the table cloth as he felt his cheeks blush. “I know I’m asking a lot of you, but would you tell the lady that I’m interested in another kind of number?”

“About that, she mentioned 100-85-120. I believe you can understand perfectly.” The waiter commented. “May I bring the dessert chart? Or would you perhaps be interested in today’s special?”

Taehyung nodded to himself. “What about your divine flaming cherry bites?”

The waiter bowed his head in acknowledgement. “For the lady too?”

Taehyung smiled. “Yes.”

The older man was glad to assist the young customer, not at all because of the tip — he would have considered it rude from anyone else, however the warm smiles and the way he used honorifics and register had the man trusting the wealthy, polished kid. He almost felt fatherly sympathy for the smooth charmer sitting at the table: he looked at the woman with nothing but adoration and devotion. There were at least twenty women in the room, some of which had way more skin on show, and way sultrier looks; still, he only had eyes for you.

Once dessert was delivered at both your tables, the flirting resumed, your instincts awakening dangerously as he made a fine work of licking his fingertips, stained with the chocolate sauce covering the brandied cherries elegantly placed on a small pastry basket.

It was your turn to catch fire as you stared at his deep, dark eyes, his unwavering glance, and the beautiful shape of his mouth, his brown, wavy locks pushed back elegantly. He looked like the devil.

And you had every intention of burning in his flames.

As you asked for the bill, the waiter shook his head politely. “The gentleman at the table over there has already taken care of it, miss.”

Your eyebrows shot up before you smirked. “Then I think I should stop by and thank him.”

“He’ll be more than glad, miss.”

“Thank you for your help. I hope your shift will proceed smoothly, mr Lim.” You rose to your feet.

“It is always a pleasure having you here. Greet your friends on my behalf.”

You chuckled gently. The kind, warm man had seen you and your mates come across the foyer so many times, for dinner or for drinks. He always exchanged greetings and was always happy whenever you asked him about his family and the business. “Will do. Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, miss.”

You took slow steps in the man’s direction, stopping beside him. “I believe I owe you a thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” He said, looking up at you.

“What if I wanted to thank you.” You replied slowly and quietly.

“How?”

“An empty hotel room can be very lonely.” You said, looking at your feet and toying with a keycard in your hands. “I’ve booked a room to celebrate my birthday and let me tell you everything has been so dull so far.” You pouted a little before shrugging casually. “Maybe we could turn the night a little brighter.”

“I am a gentleman, I don’t really like visiting ladies in their private rooms.” He looked away theatrically. “However, how would I disappoint such a refined woman? And leave you all alone on your birthday. I believe that would be unforgivable.”

“Indeed.” You confirmed.

As he stood up, he placed an arm around your waist. “Sorry, I tend to be an old school romantic. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I love a bit of romance.” You smiled at him, batting your lashes seducingly. “What brings you here for a lonely dinner?”

“Business.” He replied curtly.

You snickered. “Of course.”

“Floor?” He asked once in the lift.

“Thirty-fourth,” you replied, fixing your skirt.

“Pretty high up,” he commented, pressing the button.

You resisted ten floors before staring at his lips. By floor fourteen his mouth landed on yours, sucking your lower lip, enjoying the plumpness of it before he opened wide, his tongue sliding out and entering your mouth, tickling your palate before swirling round your appendage.

His palm caressed your side, reaching your asscheek and squeezing it, his throat emitting a low hum.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold on anymore,” he apologised as he parted from you once the doors dinged and opened.

You fixed your hair, his hand gesturing for you to lead the way — an excellent excuse to stare at your behind as you walked in front of him.

Once you reached the door, he kissed your nape while you slipped the keycard into the lock. His hands were already fumbling with the tiny buttons before the door would even buzz open.

“You can call me Nymph.” You said, as his hands proceeded working the small buttons.

“Of course. I'm Sir to you.” He stated sternly.

You smiled and shook your head. “Of course.”

You turned around and took off your shirt. “Get yourself naked.” You said distractedly.

He clenched his jaw at your command but obeyed nonetheless. “Nothing less than six inches?” He commented as you slipped off your heels, his glance following the red soles of your stilettos.

With a hand to his chest you pushed him with his back to the wall and teasingly dragged your palm all the way to his belt, lingering there a while before moving further down. “I’m sure you can deliver.”

“In kind.” He smirked, his eyes rolling shut as your fingers teased him over his slacks.

“Naked, now, sir.” You ordered.

“A hungry Nymph we have here.” He commented, undoing his necktie and throwing it on the bed. Next, he only undid the buttons necessary to get his shirt off. His undershirt was gone in seconds, just as your blouse and skirt disappeared, your body clad in a burnt pink silk slip.

Taehyung licked his lips and undid his belt, kicking his slippers close to the door before getting rid of his trousers lightning fast.

“Shall I get on the bed?” You asked, taking a few steps back.

“Oh no. Stay right there, Nymph.” He ordered, standing in nothing but his underwear before placing his hands around your waist and pulling you closer, kissing your neck, your chest, your hardened nipples hidden underneath the smooth silk. He began walking you backwards to the bed.

“Climb,” he purred once the back of your calves touched the mattress, making you turn to face the bed, your body kneeling on the comforter before he pushed your front down, getting you on all fours. He flipped your slip up, exposing your skimpy panties. “I’m gonna rip these.” he growled before biting your ass.

“Don’t. Just take them off.” You replied, turning around to look at him with imploring eyes. You didn't want to ruin the set.

He followed your request, immediately dipping his nose in your wetness once he managed to unstick the fabric from your folds. Shamelessly, he moaned as his tongue went from your dripping hole to your puckered one, laving it lewdly.

“Yes, Sir.” You keened, pushing back against his tongue.

He chuckled, parting from you, standing to his feet and taking off his boxers.

His cock pulsated painfully at the sight of you, at the way you stared at him while he reached the other side of the bed and laid down, settling in the middle, his erection right below your awaiting mouth.

You tried to lower yourself and swallow his tip, however he stopped you. “Get on my face right now, Nymph. I wanna see if you taste as expensive as you look.” He growled.

You simply licked your lips, his cock twitching as your hot exhale caressed his flushed skin. He was so veiny, and all you wanted to do was check if you could feel that against your inner walls. Straddling his face, you settled on top of him, not wasting a second before taking him in your mouth now that he was underneath you, under your control.

He moaned sinfully, his breath hitting your moist skin before his tongue flicked against your entrance, eliciting a contented hum.

For a few minutes all you could hear was the sounds of you sucking his cock, wet slurps filling your ears as your mouth became messy with saliva and his precum. At the same time, Taehyung was enjoying your cunt covering his whole face in juices, while some of his own spit eventually landed on his cheeks, coating his chin and nose too.

He was starved, shameless, wild. He parted from your folds only long enough to say 'naked, now'.

It didn't feel like there was any room for insubordination.

You freed his cock only long enough to remove your slip, sucking it back in your mouth before you took off your bra. As his hands met your breasts, grabbing them with thrilling pain, you felt him push you upwards away from his sex.

“I don't want to cum in your mouth. Gimme that tight, dripping cunt, Nymph,” he growled, touching your clit while his tongue teased the softest flesh of your labia.

“I'm going to ride your face, Sir?” You asked, feeling your breasts starting to bounce as your hips began grinding against him.

“Fuck my face, sweetness.” He replied, your body following his command straight away, your mouth opening in brainless, fucked out whimpers as your orgasm approached.

He kept going.

And even when you started to cum, he went on.

Even when you were humping against him ruthlessly, violently, he continued.

And when he noticed a second high take over, he outright refused to let go, no matter if you cried and begged and yelped.

He only calmed down once he felt you grab his cock and begin to stroke.

He slapped your mound violently, growling minaciously before he pushed you forward, on all fours, grabbing your thighs and opening his legs so that your front fell against the mattress once he pulled your knees from beneath you, placing your drenched core right against his crotch.

His stronger hand spanked your ass. “I told you I want to cum in your cunt and that's what you do?” He hit again. “Touch me so I'll have to cum on my belly like a teen nerd?” Another spank. “Hope you're gonna stay put now.”

He maneuvered the tip to your hole, sliding the head inside.

You purred and whined once you felt him sheathed deep in your core.

The angle was majestic. His upward curve teased the back of your vagina, rubbing against all the right spots, the soft head pressing against the inner nerves of your clitoris.

Just as you tried moving your hips against him, he sat up straighter and grabbed your hips, shoving you on his cock with breakneck speed, making your front burn with the friction against the sheets.

“Sir, please. Please it burns.” You called, desperate after a minute or so, feeling your control slip.

He gave a few more thrusts before he realised you had voiced discomfort. “Inside? Am I going too fast, does it hurt?” He spoke with tenderness and apprehension.

You shook your head. “My chest against the sheets.” You explained with a small whine.

He nodded and laid down,catching your leg and leading it in a half circle motion, helping you roll on your back as you unstraddled him.

However, his kindness was short-lived. As soon as he found your calves beside his chest, he grabbed your ankles and sat up, bending your knees and blocking them with his forearm; his free hand searched for the necktie and, once he found it, he expertly slid it beneath your legs, and then around them, tying a knot above the swell of your calves.

You stared at him with your mouth open, eyes wide and inquisitive before a naughty grin lit up your face.

He rose to his knees, crawling closer to you, bending your knees to your chest and letting your ankles settle over his left shoulder.

“Hold on tight, Nymph.” He said, bracing a hand beside your face as he lined his shaft with your cunt, sliding in effortlessly, grunting at the unspeakable tightness of your sex. “Fuck me so good, sweetness.” He mumbled. “I'm gonna rail you.” He groaned as he felt his balls tighten. “I'm gonna fill you up and watch those tits grow once you're full of my babies.” He teased. “Now you're gonna milk this cock and take every drop of my cum.”

You mewled at his sinful intent, squeezing round him and feeling his hand generously finger your clit.

“Please, fill me up. Please. I want to be heavy with your babies.”

“And you're gonna lactate them.” He whispered darkly at your ear, making the gesture feel so dirty, even though it was just natural mammal anatomy.

“I will, Sir.” You cried out, feeling your end tower over you.

“And once they're done suckling, I'll take my turn.” He growled. He had only maybe three strokes left before he would cum.

“I'm yours. All yours. Please, breed me, Sir. I'm yours,” you wailed, voice close to breaking.

“You are my horny little cumslut,” he snarled before joining your mouth with his, covering both your and his cries as you finally reached the peak.

His cock drilled deep into you as he coated your inner walls in cum, the hotness and stickiness of it pouring out of you and gluing him to your entrance.

It felt magnificent.

“I know you.” He whispered gently at your ear. “My most precious darling.”

You were still drifting ecstatically, your eyes opening slowly, lazily.

“Hello Lace.” He cooed at you, smiling softly. “Welcome back, my love.”

You mirrored his smirk and wiggled your feet against his shoulder. “Hello, my beloved fiancé. Would you please do me the courtesy of untying that?” You arched an eyebrow.

He chuckled and obeyed, almost expecting you to slide off of him; instead, you simply moved a leg to his other side and crossed your ankles behind him to tug him close to you.

“That impregnation thingie really got you going, uh?” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

He nodded and kissed your chest, cupping it softly and pecking your nipples, your skin still flushed from the burning friction and the recent orgasm. “Even though I know you're covered, I find the idea so sexy.” He confirmed, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “You looked very hot in that outfit. It really made me want to seduce you all over again.”

“It was fun watching you act the part. You even tipped the waiter.” You chuckled.

“You told me your measurements, Miss 'no less than six inches'.” He kissed your earlobe. “Do you know they're the combination of the apartment safe?”

You laughed and then quieted down for a second. “I wanted to jump your bones the very moment I saw you.”

“Happy to know my future wife still gets the hots for me.” He commented, matter-of-factly.

You giggled quietly. “I love you.”

He combed your hair slowly, tenderly. “I love you too.”

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When Fate Intervenes // Luke Patterson

IN WHICH: Fate intervenes with a trio of musicians on the night that was supposed to be legendary. Fate puts the reader with a special ability that may or may not be able to save them. Fate puts a clairvoyant, an accidentally upsized pizza and thirteen year old oddly obsessed with a rock band.

Warnings: Swearing, food poison, death, and fluff

Words: 2.8k

A/N: Time to get rid of some fic ideas from my TOO LONG of a list. It’s Julie fault, she keeps encouraging each fic idea I tell her.

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The Orpheum, 1995

The line up comprised of countless girls wearing homemade band shirts for the new band performing. Your little sister, at thirteen years old, had pleaded for weeks if not three months to go watch it. It was odd since she was more in the pop scene than the rock music. Your parents would never let her go to the rock show at night, so it was you or no show. It took a promise of doing your chores for an entire month and her dessert for two months. That was why you stood beside Harper among the fangirls while you clicked through the camera you’d saved up for years.

“I’m so excited.” Harper buzzed dancing on your feet as the time on her watch dwindled down more and more.

Your eyes flitted from the screen to the ball of energy you called your little sister, “I can tell. Which one do you have a crush on?”

“Reggie. He’s the bassist and so fucking-sorry freaking cool.” Harper gushed, “A good portion of the fans are obsessed with the lead singer Luke. Bobby is the rhythm guitarist, and he’s a ladies man, but he’s sweet about it.”

“And you’d know that how?” You questioned letting go of the camera around your neck. Your e/c eyes meeting her matching pair of irises; well yours were a bit more vibrant.

“I just know.” Harper retorted before beaming as she roughly poked the pin she’d made herself, “This represents all of them. Red for Reggie’s plaid shirt he always has, orange for Bobby’s love of oranges, yellow for Luke’s energy and pink for Alex because he loves the colour!”

The pin had their band design with Sunset Curve on it with the words outlined with a sunset made up of red, orange, yellow and pink just as Harper had pointed out. By far, it was her best work, but that was expected from an art student at Los Feliz High School. An art school for artists and performers. You attended for photography and creative writing just as Harper attended for art.

“That might be your best work Harps.” You complimented your little sister who shivered in the cool night breeze. You didn’t even think about tugging off your warm jacket to place on her shoulders.

You’d rather be cold than your little sister no matter how much you fought with each other, the Y/L/N siblings had each other’s backs no matter what.

“Thanks.” Harper murmured, leaning closer, “So do I meet Reggie?”

Your eyes widened slightly at her subtle goading to a part of your life was cinematic. It was a piece of you that very few people knew about, only your parents and Harper. Like most of the women in your paternal lineage, you carried the ability to foresee events in the future. A clairvoyant.

“Harper!” You scolded the young teenager who blatantly was just over-excited to see the band she’d been talking about constantly.

Harper’s cheeks turned a cherry blossom pink under the crappy lighting from the marquee sign. Even in the light, you noticed the changes in her face as she matured into a young woman, her cheeks while still full didn’t have that baby cheek look now. You saw a stubborn zit that you could see under the makeup that didn’t entirely match her skin tone. It caused an ache in your heart to know that soon she’d have the experience of heartbreak.

“Sorry!”

“You told me these guys are my age. Need I remind you that you are thirteen? If anyone older than thirteen makes an advance I’ll put my softball skills to the test.” You sternly informed the shorter girl with the pout that screamed rebellion, “Just be a kid Harps.”

“Like you said Y/N, I’m thirteen. I’m not a kid anymore.” Harper dropped the attitude to adopt a more mature soft tone. You could see the tinge of sadness in her eyes at losing the part of life where it was easy.

“I know. I can wish you’ll stay that annoying little kindergartener that stole my clothing.” You chuckled, “You’ll always be the Stephanie to my DJ.”

The two Y/L/N siblings momentarily glanced around before hugging as quickly as possible, they still had reputations to uphold. Had you been actually paying attention, you and Harper would have noticed the commotion from the people behind you.

As you and Harper had the sweet moment, the very band performing had raced out the alley into the street. What brought you back to the surroundings was the pizza boy delivering the pizza box to you. 

“Wait, we ordered a small!” You exclaimed finding the boy holding an extra-large pizza. You only received a shrug in response with the right change given back. 

Two things happened with this food mistake, you didn’t have to pay more than what you actually ordered, and you still got the larger pizza. However, the Orpheum didn’t allow outside food, meaning you’d have to force-feed yourself all the pizza or trash more than half. 

“We could shar-” Harper was cut off as a blinding white light became your focal point. Harper knew what was happening by the specific groan coming from your lips.

A nauseating scent of cheap meat, gas and chemicals flooded your sense of smell in the dingy alleyway. It was nighttime with a few people in the general vicinity with a dilapidated table and mismatched chairs on the walls’ edge. A poorly made sign with Sam & Ella’s and going by the vendor selling the hot dogs the name fit. Sam & Ella sounded like salmonella.

From a distance, you couldn’t quite hear the conversation between three male teens, but you had a bad feeling. They all migrated to a ratty couch that had been better days, a rat wouldn’t even crawl on it you swore.

The first boy had slicked back hair with rosy cheeks you dubbed innocent and cute that juxtapositioned his rocker attire. He had polished black leather shoes, pleather if his choice of food was an indication, a leather jacket and a red plaid shirt around his waist. His attention focused on the two guys beside him. In the middle, the boy had the blue hood of his sweater pulled over his messy brown hair as if hiding. Nothing stood out about him, and it seemed like that was intentional. On the other side, the last one was the tallest with his blonde hair hidden by the backwards black hat. A distressed dark grey jean jacket open to proudly display his pink hoodie. Each one wearing black pants and adorning rings.

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum!” The middle boy joyfully spoke head in the clouds instead of the questionable surroundings. He arguably had the loveliest smile you had ever seen, and his friends had nice smiles at that as well.

Yet even if this hadn’t taken place, however, it still felt like you were intruding on something incredibly private, “Why am I being shown this?”

Your question went unsurprisingly unanswered.

“I can’t even count how many bands have played here! And then ended up being huge!” He happily sunk into the back of the couch, thinking of all the bands he had CDs to in his room, “We’re gonna be legends!”

“Oh.” You breathed as you caught a whiff from the boys that quickly gave you the understanding of why you saw this. You could only smell what you had dubbed as death, the scent unchanging from the first time you’d encountered it.

The death stench accompanied a clairvoyant vision if the object of your vision was sick or about to die. The first time you encountered, it was a vision of two cars colliding, the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal, the scent of burning flesh overpowering the milder stench. The next morning school was cancelled after a teacher died in a car accident on the way to work.

“Eat up, boys. ’Cause after tonight, everything changes.” The only vocal one continued with his two friends silently listening. The trio toasted their food together.

“No!” You exclaimed as each boy took a bite. You held your breath, hoping that the inevitable in the vision wouldn’t occur.

Unfortunately, it was right away the warning appeared. The blonde one the most affected, “That’s a new flavour.”

“Chill, man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” The leather jacket guy proudly spoke, the least one concerned. 

Even the guy in the middle was concerned but ultimately continued eating.

“Stop it!” You shouted, but it was no use. As with every vision, you had the potential to stop it from coming true, but while in the vision, you couldn’t interact with the people or surrounding. No matter how much you wanted to slam the food out of their hands.

But one thing sends shivers down your spine. The one in the middle made direct eye contact with you. Something that had never happened before nor to any previous clairvoyants. He kept eye contact as he slowly grew sicker and sicker.

The three boys had no chance as the ambulance rushed to the alleyway to save them. The paramedics weren’t as quick as the vendors who’d already packed and fled to protect their own hides.

You watched as the paramedics did everything in their power to save the young teenagers with everything possible. Just like Luke sang in their last song, the boys felt the darker version of an electric hammer to the heart. The clocks freezing in place as they each took their last breathe in the oddest of deaths. You saw the blonde guy die painfully first before followed by the formerly hooded one, the terrified cries of the last one haunting your phantom ears.

How did three healthy teenagers die on the same night of the exact nature within minutes of each other without one surviving? Maybe it had something to do with the hot dogs chilling in the liquid that was a cesspool of bacteria compounded with tained condiments from battery acid.

You roughly came out of the vision shaking and pale-faced frantically scanning the surroundings. Harper had a grip on the extra large pizza box while the other tightly held yours to ground you in the present.

“Are you okay?” Harper softly questioned with the panic hidden inside her body. Harper knew that this vision had been one of the bad ones. The haunted look in your eyes hinting towards death in the near future.

“We need to go.” You frantically replied, grabbing the pizza that would hopefully have a hand in saving three hopeful teens.

Your gym teacher would be proud of the distance diminished and speed you kept towards the area that would further shatter you. Foreseeing death and sometimes unable to stop it always had a nasty impact on you. 

“Where are we going?” Harper yelled, “We’ll miss the doors opening!”

“We’ll miss them if we don’t hurry up!” You shouted back at the disgruntled little sister but at the moment that didn’t matter. 

What mattered was three hungry teenagers about to gorge themselves on death dogs if you didn’t make it in time. It appeared for the first time you’d actually manage to stop the deaths, unlike the previous three times. 

“-tonight. Everything changes.” The chill-inducing rasp helped navigate you to the disgusting couch. Your cold hand slammed the hotdog from the blonde’s hand, the shocked reaction halting the other two.

“Don’t...eat...it.” You heaved bending over at the waist to catch your breath. Wheezing sounded from your little sister as the running and seeing her favourite band up close settled.

“Excuse me! I paid for that hotdog!”

“You’d be buying yourself death literally. Your dreams of playing the Orpheum would be extinct.” You sighed, chugging the water from the pocket of Harper’s backpack for a few seconds before the owner took it back.

“Okay, look I don’t know how you found us but-”

“You don’t have to believe me ’cause I sure as hell wouldn’t have but don’t jeopardize your dreams. Look my little sister wanted to see your show so I brought her and we ordered a pizza. They fucked up the order by giving us an extra-large pizza. We’ll barely eat a quarter of it, and the venue is strict on the rules.” You rambled using tour hands to elaborate the story before Harper roughly elbowed your ribs, “Ow!”

“Oops.” Harper faked a sugar-sweet smile for your benefit as the interaction with the three musicians slowly dove into embarrassment.

“-sorry. You’d be doing us a favour by not wasting our money and food. What do you say?” You hesitantly asked the trio who didn’t speak vocally; their eyes meeting in a silent conversation.

Reggie sighed as he begrudgingly dropped his hotdog in the bin near the couch, “Pizza outranks street dogs even if the dogs are heaven and to die for.”

“Literally.” You grumbled forcefully pushing the obscenely large pizza box into the middle one’s stomach, “I’m Y/N, this is my little sister Harper.”

“Hi.” Harper shyly waved with cheeks turning a dust pink concealed by the dark of the alleyway. The boys’ lips all quirked at the sudden contrast from the confident sister slamming her elbow in you to the bashful teen.

“I’m Luke. This is Reggie and Alex.” The hooded one, Luke, introduced his bandmates as best he could with his hands occupied by the pizza box.

Without the threat of death by the hot dog, you actually took the time to look at Luke with appraising eyes. His eyes were like oceans of blues, greens and even a brown that both exhilarated you; the desire of studying them not surprising. His smile outshone the sun on the hottest day in August.

“Nice to meet you.” You informed the trio with a beaming smile that matched your starstruck little sister. The interaction gave you the opportunity for immense and untiring future teasing on the teen that daydreamed of the bassist. 

You had to admit the trio were incredibly attractive.

“Come back to the dressing room. We can eat there out of the cold.” Alex courteously invited the two formerly strangers. His blues sharing his pure intentions to repay you for saving their lives and offering pizza. 

“Of course.” Harper nodded her head with her eyes barely meeting the ones of the boys. The shell was broken when Reggie piped up.

“That’s a really cool pin! Where’d you find it?”

Gated Community, Los Angeles, 2002

An off-tune humming filled the modestly sized home in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California with the sound of water splashing. Doing the dishes was a mindless chore that typically didn’t bother you, but the pain in your lower back protested. You’d have used the dishwasher, but the thing was perpetually breaking down. Didn’t seen essential to replace when washing dishes by hand was just as productive.

Or it was when you didn’t have the extra weight in your midsection, a symbol of your love with your husband. In fact, you would have avoided doing dishes if you hadn’t just used the last clean plate and glass at breakfast plus Luke hadn’t been home in the previous week.

Sunset Curve had gone on a press tour for the upcoming album and tour planned for next year.

“Oof.” You moaned as the little rascal once more hit your bladder, “Are you breaking electric guitars in there?”

“Not a soccer player?”

“With you as their father? Not likely.” You snorted as the sudden appearance of Luke became clear. You hadn’t been expecting him, “I missed you. We missed you.”

As had it since you first told him Luke’s warm hand came to rest on the front of your swollen belly. In a short month, you’d be cradling the newest member of the Patterson family with Luke singing the lullaby he solely made for baby P.

“Still haven’t given in?” The lead guitarist teased you with a beaming smile splitting his face, “Go sit down. I’ll finish the dishes.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. 

“I’m not abusing my clairvoyance to foresee our child’s gender, name and appearance.” You pointed one finger in his direction, “I refused Bobby’s pleading to see which models he would bed. The only time I did something like that was to reassure Alex that he would fall in love with a lovely guy.”

Luke’s heart burst with sheer adoration at how easily you had sunk into the friendship with the band after that one night. A night that had given birth to a friendship that slowly evolved into a romance and marriage. To this day, the group got together as much as possible.

“I love you.” Luke chuckled, “Even-”

“-if I came into your life like a completely crazy person?”

“We’re all a little crazy.”

Your house surely would be when a little tornado with Luke’s energy took over the home you’d made with Luke. The very home you would have more children and grow old together until soon you held your grandkids on your laps.

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[emisanemu]

Unpretty

Cas x (female :) )Plus Size Reader 

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: smut, cursing, body doubts. 

Summary: You always find a way to feel so damn unpretty. 

      You had never been loud or outgoing, never the girl that made guys turn their heads when you walked by. You're quiet, it is easier to stay quiet then to put yourself out in the crowd. You feel insecure constantly, like you may never be good enough. You constantly look down at your too big stomach with light stretch marks, large thighs with trails of cellulite, breasts that never seem to be perfect, a wide butt that takes up too much space. The never ending stream of women that Dean brings around on hunts doesn't help, you just find yourself comparing your body to theirs. The girls they all have been with are thin, model looking women, so perfect, almost without any flaws. They are the girls you will never be, wear a size of clothing you haven't had on since middle school, they have everything. Even now as you sit with the guys you feel uncomfortable, insecure. 

      It was a stupid idea, Dean had insisted on showing Cas "new media" meaning a horror movie. Faux teenage girls in bikinis with perfect bodies, thin waists and clear skin, no stretch marks. You could see the way the guys ogled the fictional women, it made you want to disappear. 

"Damn beauties, right Cas? Some real women right there." 

    The words fell from Dean's lips with a chuckle. Cas looked confused as ever with his signature angel held tilt of trying to figure out what obscure statement Dean had made. You on the other hand were trying to sink into the couch, to vanish lien you hadn't even existed before this moment. Even if you did vanish you doubt anyone would notice, maybe they would just sense that less space was being taken up without even seeing who existed in that space. 

      Castiel noticed the sullen look on your face, the sadness pooling behind your blank face. He couldn't understand, maybe you had been upset by the movie which seemed unreal, a hunter being freaked out by a beyond fake horror movie. Although, it wasn't fear he saw scrawled across your face, it was a subtle look of defeat, of loss which only left him more confused. What had made you feel so gone. 

"Man you don't see many women like these women, perfect, fucking stunning." 

     Dean gestured at the women on the TV taking a sip from his beer bottle. Perfect. They were perfect, of course they were. You could feel your walls breaking down, you weren't stunning or perfect, not even close. You stared down at your plump thighs, twice the size of the ones belonging to the women on the TV. You dug your fingers into the meat of your legs, concealing the pain you felt, the disappointment that thrummed through your head. You hated this feeling. 

"God I wish more girls would take the time to look like that." 

      Dean's words felt more harsh than they were meant to be, they felt like knives. You shot up quickly excusing yourself from the room lying about a headache, anything to get away from the conversation. You didn't notice Cas's eyes on you, the confused feeling building deep in his chest. He could not sense any physical pain radiating from your body and he could feel your deception from a mile away. You were gone before he even had time to think, to process your presence no longer in the room. Cas looked between Sam and Dean recognizing a disappointed head shake coming from Sam. 

"Really Dean? Even you know that was fucked up to say, you know how she thinks." 

     Cas can feel anger bubbling in his stomach, Dean's words, that is what had hurt you. You weren't scared or upset, you were hurt, your insecurities had surfaced right before his eyes. He could at least now understand what you felt but not why you felt that way. Why were you insecure over the women on the TV, what about them was different. Maybe the confidence, Cas knew you never held much confidence, something he never understood. 

"I do not understand, why do the women on the TV make Y/N feel bad. Surely she can be just as confident." 

       Cas spoke in a serious tone, like he was interrogating, like he wanted answers. He looked between Sam and Dean, anger still evident on Sam's face, Dean's now overcome with guilt. 

"It's not confidence Cas, it's the way they look buddy." 

     Sam explained in a light tone and Cas tilted his head. How they looked? They were women, thin with perky exposed breasts, nothing special about them. They were scandalous women, a thousand of their kind. It wouldn't make sense for their bodies to make you feel bad, you were better than them in every way. You were a very beautiful woman, when Can saw you he saw the most beautiful women in history, the goddesses that have since only been seen as statues. Even then you were better than any goddess, so gorgeous. 

"Why would she be upset by under dressed women, Y/N is a gorgeous woman. Does she not like seeing their bodies?" 

       Cas was oblivious, very lost in thought most of the time but when it came to you he wanted to piece everything together. He looked at Sam and Dean waiting for an answer. 

"Cas, she isn't upset by their bodies, she is upset by hers. Dean has a habit of being empty headed and basically said in front of the only woman in the room that all women should look like the ones on TV. If you haven't noticed Y/N is a bigger girl, not like the girls on TV." 

        Castiel was angry, not only at Dean but at you. How could you even compare yourself to any other woman. They are so dull compared to how you shine, they act like every other woman and you are perfection. His jaw was clenched and his hands balled into fists at his sides, the look on his face could smite someone. With a flap of wings he was standing at your door. It was an internal battle of whether or not he should enter, whether or not he even had the authority to confront you. But you had to know what beauty you held before you lost the ability to comprehend. 

      You were looking at yourself in the mirror, only in your bra and underwear. You just wanted to see yourself as beautiful, wanted to be perfect, but you couldn't see it, couldn't see any of the characteristics that the other girls had. Your hands run along the curve of your hips and your stomach and you feel sick. You just want to be like those girls Dean said was perfect. You were so caught up in following the curves you didn't notice Cas creep up behind you. You startle quick and turn around throwing your hands over your body to cover yourself. 

      Cas looks determined, a serious angry look on his face. If looks could kill you were certain you would be a goner. 

"Remove your hands from your body." 

    You looked at him shocked, who gave him the right to speak to you that way. He was not supposed to be in your room, staring at you like a killer. Your mouth fell open ready to protest his demand but he did not give you the chance. He grabbed your wrists pulling your arms away from your body, away from covering the shame you felt in your curves. 

"I do not understand, why are you upset about your body. Nothing is wrong, it is a very beautiful vessel, anyone would be glad to see it."

      Your mouth was gaping, almost stuck open in shock. Why would he say such a thing, it's not true, it can't be. You shook your head, why was he even here, why was he even looking at your body in such an intimate way. 

"Stop resisting being beautiful Y/N, you are so beyond gorgeous, immaculate and perfect. Let me show you how to be pretty again, please." 

       He stepped closer to you, finally releasing your wrists, instead he caught your chin tilting your face up so you could look him in the eyes. His striking blue eyes felt like comfort and he looked at you like you were made of gold, like you were the angel rather than him. You reached up running your fingers gently through his hair, pressing your body closer to his. He pressed his forehead against your gently, your noses bumping together. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your face, fluttering along your eyelashes. He used the hand on your chin to close the distance between your lips and his. 

       Cas felt himself melt against your mouth, his lips connecting in slow movements against yours. You tasted sweet, like honey, he couldn't get enough. He placed his free hand on your hip, squeezing lightly as he played with the waistband of your underwear. Your lips moved against his slowly, your hand curing deeper into his messy black hair. He smelled devine, like the ocean and pine wood, it was perfect. Almost as perfect as the way his tongue drew a line against your lips asking for entrance into your mouth which you granted. In this moment you would give anything to Castiel, you would fall to your knees and beg for him if he asked you to. 

      Your right hand moved boldly to the collar of his coat pulling at it, wanting to see more than just his face for once. He removed his hands from your body as you slowly slid his coat and suit jacket off of his arms leaving him in his white button down. Castiel spun you suddenly, pushing you gently into your mattress. You opened your eyes in awe of the man standing above you and scooted yourself further onto the bed. You swallowed hard as he laid himself between your legs. He connected your lips once more as he carefully rubbed his calloused palms up your plump thighs. 

     Cas felt along the hills and valleys of the cellulite on your thighs while nipping and sucking at your plump lips. His hands slowly inched to where you needed him most gently teasing along the outside of your panties. He let his fingers dance along your lips gently relishing in the small pool of slick that had formed between your legs. He smiled against your lips before moving his attention down to your neck. He kissed gently, cherishing the taste of your skin, so much more than the molecules he was used to, so beautiful. He began pulling your underwear down slowly only moving himself for a moment to pull them off of your body and drop them unceremoniously onto your floor. 

      He enjoyed the way you gasped when he nipped gently at the plush skin on your neck. Cas didn't know much beyond his one and only intimate experience but he would do anything to please you. He could feel himself growing in his slacks as he let his hips grind against you bare core gently in a slow languid motion. This time a moan echoed form your mouth only fueling the fire which Cas had lit. He trusted himself harder against you, your hips knocking against his clumsily. 

"Cas please, no teasing." 

      Your voice was quiet and shaking, you could feel the low buzz of heat growing in your abdomen. You helped him undo his belt and slacks and watched in awe as he pulled himself out of his underwear. You were desperate, ready to rutt against him like a cat in heat, you needed him and he knew it. He attaches his lips back to yours as he slowly lines himself up with your entrance. With one slow thrust he bottoms out, fully sheathing himself within you. You gasp as he stretches you, he is bigger than your past lovers, something that you very much enjoy. He moves slowly, thrusting himself in and out of your heat. Your bodies mold together and move in sync, low moans falling from his mouth and quiet calls of his name from yours. 

       In this moment you feel perfect, so beautiful and wanted. Nothing between you and Cas could make you feel unpretty, make you feel unworthy. The way his hips move with yours is glorious and he kisses you like you are the only thing giving him life. 

[stories-about-cheating-women]

Casper the cum-filled ghost

It is Friday night and josh is getting ready for the Halloween party at his girlfriend’s sorority house. Josh always disliked the large parties Sara’s sorority threw; they are full of drunk dudes trying to prove their manliness and fuck anything that moves. It doesn’t help that Sara’s sorority sisters are some of the most.. slutty girls on campus, for lack of a more polite term. Josh always hated how guys would lump Sara into the group of sorority sluts just by the letters on her little jacket. And guys were always staring at her as she bounces around campus in her sorority mandated short skirts. Josh couldn’t blame them, though. Sara was blessed with a body of a fertility goddess: long legs, thick thighs, a full bubble butt, slim waist, large boobs, and wavy red hair.

As Josh stared at himself in the mirror, he can’t help but worry about tonight. His costume is a baggy ghost costume that Sara sewed for him out of a white bed sheet. Josh mumbles to himself “ugh I look like Casper the socially awkward ghost.” Sara quickly walks up behind him and gives him a firm hug around the waist. “Don’t worry about tonight, babe! Your costume looks super cute, and we will look so adorable with our scooby-doo theme. I make a very sexy Velma, If I do say so myself.” Sara was right, she looks amazingly sexy, as usual. Josh looks her up and down and says “ I Don’t know, Sara, are you sure Velma would show that much… everything? Those guys are gonna see you as a piece of meat to sink their teeth into as soon as possible!”

Sara puts on a pouty face and stares into Josh’s eyes as she runs her finger up and down his chest “But babyyy- all the other girls are wearing sexy costumes. I don’t want to be the only prude there! They will bully me for weeks!” Her hand starts to work its way down Josh’s torso and into his pants. “I may even be inclined to give you a special gift, if you are a good boy tonight. hehe” Her hand grasps his soft dick and starts to slowly move back and forward. Josh begins to moan and says “Babe, that’s no fair! You know I can’t say no to you like this.” Sara looks up at him and coyly says “Then don’t.”

The party

As Josh and Sara walk down from Sara’s room, the music grown louder and louder. There are already a handful of guys from the frats hanging out and drinking with Sara’s sorority sister. The guys are dressed in all sorts of half assed costumes such as lumberjack with no shirt on, fireman with no shirt on, and professor with a cutoff tee-shirt. This is exactly what Josh was trying to avoid. Of course, the girls are eating the costumes up. Its just because they have muscles, Josh thinks to himself. Soon Sara notices a guy she has class with and runs over to talk to him. She turns her head to Josh as she is walking away and says “Hey babe, I know that guy from statistics, I’m gonna go say hi! Why don’t you mingle with the other guys?”

Josh watches with an uneasy feeling in his stomach as Sara salters over to some guy and grabs his arm as she starts to laugh. The guy is wearing a similar costume to Josh. A ghost costume, with the arms cut off, of course. Josh walks over to the other guys and grabs a beer. “Hey man. Is that your girl?” one of the bros asks. “Yea that’s Sara. My girlfriend.” The group whistles and nods in approval. “I didn’t know the girls in this sorority were allowed to have boyfriends haha. With all the party responsibilities and all that.” Josh does not like the sound of that. He knew the sorority had a bad reputation for having lose women, but not that everyone in the frats knew too. Josh swallows hard and replies “Oh yea. Well Sara isn’t like the other girls. She just likes to have fun and hang out with her friends.” The guy motions over to Sara and says “Oh like she is having fun with that guy right now? Haha good luck, bro. Steve is a player if I’ve ever seen one.” Josh’s stomach drops even further as he looks over to see Sara on some dude’s shoulders being spun around in circles… Her skirt is WAY too short for that.

As Josh begins to walk over to Sara to ask her what she is doing, Amanda, Sara’s friend, stops him. “Hey Josh, can you help us move some boxes? They are really heavy and we need a big strong guy to handle them! Pleassseeee.” Josh tries to object, but Amanda is already pulling him into the basement stairway. As he looks back he can see the group of guys he was standing with try and get a good look up Sara’s skirt, but they can’t look long as the guy begins to walk off with her towards the kegs. Fuck. “Hey Amanda, who is that guy Sara is with now?” Amanda looks back at him and smiles “Ow that is Steve! He is so cool. He helps us around the house when anything breaks. He is such a manly man. hehe he also helps a few of the girls out in another way, if you know what I mean.” She says slyly. Josh is confused “You mean like… tutoring services?” Amanda looks at him blankly “No silly. Now take these boxes of beer upstairs for me please! Thanks, hun!” and she scampers up the stairs. Josh sighs.

As Sara sees Amanda lead Josh down the stairs, she quickly turns to Steve and says “Alright baby, its time you show me what my friends have been talking about for the last month! I’m very… curious. Hehe” As Sara moves Steve into the kitchen, away from the crowd, she glances down eagerly to his crotch. Steve looks her up and down and then says “hmm well it won’t be much to look at until its hard so… I don’t know what to do about that.” Sara looks him in the eyes and slowly smiles. She moves over to the counter and pretends to reach for something in a shelf high up. Clearly, she cannot reach, so she looks back at Steve and says “A little help please.” Here words dripping in sensuality. As Steve comes up behind Sara, she pushes her ass into his crotch and begins gyrating her hips back and forward. She can feel a large mass begin to press into her firm ass. After a minute of this, Sara hears a familiar voice out in the living room. It is Josh asking where to put the boxes from downstairs. Sara then hears Amanda tell him to bring them into the kitchen.

Josh walks into the kitchen carrying a large box of beer and sets it on the floor with a large grunt. Steve speaks up “Hey buddy, those look a little heavy for you. Do you need a hand with that?” Josh looks up and sees Sara and Steve standing together by the counter. “Umm no they aren’t too heavy for me, but thanks. What are you guys doing?” Sara says “Oh we were just.. looking for cups for the guests. But they were too high up, so I had to get Steve to reach for me.” Josh looks at Steve suspiciously but eventually states that he needs to get the rest of the heavy beers from the basement and walks out.

As soon as Josh leaves, Sara looks at Steve and asks “So, is it ready for me to have a look now?” Steve chuckles and reaches down to his pants, under the cloth of the ghost costume, and zips open his pants. He then grabs the base of his dick and pulls the fabric on the costume taunt. Sara’s mouth drops open. Steve has what looks like a giant, extra thick dildo hidden under his costume. Sara gasps “O.M.G… that can not be real!” Steve seems to like her reaction “Oh its real alright. Just ask Amanda.” Sara growls “there is no way that dumb bimbo is gonna keep this all to herself.” And, with that, she drops to her knees and craws under the ghost costume. As Sara looks up, she is met with the biggest dick she has seen in her life, even watching porn. Suddenly Steve hears a “Holy fucking shit” come from under his costume, and he can’t help but smile.

Soon Steve feels a warm hand grasp the base of his thick cock, followed by a pair of moist lips at the tip. Steve moans and says “Careful babe, it’s been a day or two since I drained these balls. Go easy on me.” Sara notices that each of his balls are big enough to fill her hands. What Sara heard was ‘please suck my soul out of my cock’ and that is exactly what she does. She grasps the monster cock with both hands, and there is still enough room for two more hands to fit. Sara begins to slowly force the bulbous head into her tiny mouth. After a few effortful grunts, the large head squeezes past her plump lips and POPs into her mouth. Steve shutters as he can feel Sara’s moans on his cock head. Slowly, more and more cock is forced into Sara’s tiny mouth and suddenly they can both feel the monster bump into the back of Sara’s tight throat. Sara is trying her best to fit Steve’s big cock into her throat, but she is out of practice due to Josh’s below average dick never making it this far. She gags and slobbers on Steve’s member, but to no avail.

As Josh begins to enter the kitchen with his second case of beer, he is relieved to see Steve standing alone. “Hey man. Did you see where Sara ran off to? I have a few more cases to bring up, but then I want to hang out with her some.” Steve looks at Josh for a second before answering. “Hmm yea.. last I saw her was a minute or two ago. I’ll tell her you are looking for her though.” Josh looks around and then replies “Ok. Thanks man. Hey, can you get me a cup from the cabinet too? I think I need some beer after all this heavy lifting.” And he slaps the case of beer he just brought up. Steve begins to lean to the cabinet, but then he realizes he cannot get close enough with his dick and Sara in the way. Steve decides the only way to keep things inconspicuous is to slowly lean into the cabinet, pushing Sara into the base of the cabinet. Once she is pressed up against the drawers, Steve can almost reach the cups, but he is still about a half a foot away.

Josh takes this opportunity to point out that Steve is being weird “Umm why are you moving so slow? Is this some sort of joke? Whatever, I can just get the cup myself.” Steve replies “No! No, I’m sorry I was just thinking about something else. Here I’ll get it.” And with that he leans forward and forces the remaining half a foot of cock into Sara’s throat, directly in front of her unsuspecting boyfriend. Underneath the ghost costume, Sara has tears running down the side of her face as she fights back the urge to gag and cough. Her nails are digging into Steve’s thighs as she squeezes them for all she is worth. Finally, Steve has the cup in his hand and leans back to give it to Josh “Here you go. Sorry I got distracted there for a second.” Josh takes the cup and says “No problem. Thanks.” And he walks out of the kitchen.

Once Sara hears Josh leave, she begins to have an unbelievably strong orgasm. She starts to shake and moan, and Steve feels all of this through his rock-hard cock. Sara’s orgasm pushes Steve over the edge. His bulging sack pulls up against his cock and Sara feels the monster in her throat begin to swell even larger. The first shot of cum forces its way up through the cock, and Sara can feel her tongue be forced down by the expanding cum vein. Soon She feels a warm sensation filling her throat. This happens two more time before Sara notices the warm feeling is filling her stomach now too. She begins to pull back, but Steve notices and places his hands firmly against the back of her head. “You aren’t getting off that easy, slut. I told you I was backed up!” and with that Steve forces Sara’s chin up against his pulsing balls and continues to fill her with his cum. All Sara can do is count the pulses of cum being unloaded into her stomach. Five, six, seven, … ten, eleven, twelve, … and they finally begin to tamper off around twenty.

Steve lets out a heavy sigh as he feels his balls relax and his cock begins to soften. He releases Sara’s head and she slowly falls backwards, the monster cock sliding out of her mouth like a sick version of the never-ending handkerchiefs magic trick. Once a foot of cock is outside Sara’s mouth, another POP is heard as the fat cockhead is forced from her mouth. Sara collapses on the floor in a quivering pile. She is still cumming. Once she regains her senses, she reaches down to her once tight and toned tummy to find a bulging cum filled belly. Steve puts his cock back into his pants and sighs “Oh Sara… what am I goanna do with you now? I can’t leave you here for Josh to find.” Steve reaches down and picks her up over his shoulder, like earlier, and he begins to carry her up to her room. Steve cant help but notice the stream of girl cum running down Sara’s legs.. he may need to address that shortly.

[mismehellawes]

Through Stomach to Heart

Hellaverse Sapphic Week

Day 5 - Domestic Bliss

Pairing: Rosie x Verosika Mayday

Warning: Eating human flesh, swearing, innuendo

Spices, rice, chopped onion, a little bit of honey, Paradise apples (nearly impossible to get in Hell) and fresh succulent meat brought straight from Earth: these are some of the ingredients to make a dinner perfect for the lady of one’s heart.

Verosika was writing a song about her girlfriend’s breasts in their bedroom, while her inspiration was busy cooking her a meal in the big rustical kitchen. Two dishes were set ready on the table along with a glass jug of iced tea. Rosie, wearing a red frilly apron, took a look at the steaming pot and then at the old-fashioned pocket watch. Only three minutes left. Rosie was excellent cook, she loved to experiment in the kitchen, which combined with her unusual taste could often give surprising results. During her last gig on Earth Verosika took a liking to a certain one-pot dish, so Rosie promised her to cook something similar, with her own unique twist to it.

Rosie was so busy with cooking that she hadn’t noticed Verosika entering the kitchen until she wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Smells delicious," she purred, resting her chin on her lover’s shoulder. Judging by that tone of her voice she either meant the woman in her arms or the dish in the pot.

Rosie smiled warmly, then looked at her watch.

"The dinner is ready. Please sit at the table, darling."

Verosika gently stepped back from her. Rosie removed the pot from the steam, Verosika then came to her with both plates in her hands. Rosie turned to her, ready to protest – it was her duty to serve her dove her special meal.

"Darling, please, you don’t have-" she cut off. Verosika was in her human form – beautiful, insanely attractive human. Whenever Rosie saw her like that, she wondered what she would’ve done, if they met on Earth, when Rosie was still alive. How would’ve she eaten her, sapphic way or cannibal way? It didn’t matter at this moment though.

"Oh darling," Rosie sighed with affection. "You didn’t have to."

"Yeah, but I wanted to," Verosika winked at her. They put portions of the meal on their plated, poured iced tea in their glasses and sat by the table, ready to eat. Verosika got a piece of meat on the fork and put it in her mouth. She munched on it with a comically solemn expression. Rosie watched her carefuly, her grin with a hint of nervousness. Verosika’s eyes widened and started to gleam.

"Ohmyfuckngahd behb, iss delishous," she said, her mouth full. She took some more meat on her fork.

"Darling, swallow, don’t eat it too fast," said Rosie. Verosika rolled her eyes, but swallowed obediently. She ate some more, then smiled at Rosie, who was eating slowly and delicately.

"It’s delicious," she repeated. "You’re the best fucking cook in Hell, babe."

"Thank you, you’re too kind," Rosie lowered her eyes humbly. She looked happy, that Verosika liked the meal.

"What kind of meat is that?" Verosika asked before eating some more.

"Hmm…" Rosie chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed. "Judging by the taste, it’s a young woman in her twenties, very likely a virgin."

Verosika snorted. "That’s rare," She tried another piece. "It’s kinda salty. It’s still hella delicious, babe," She assured Rosie. "And virgins have reasons to be salty," She smirked.

"Oh darling, you’re being mean," Rosie scolded Verosika lightly. "It’s a European meat, Polish if I’m correct. They tend to be rather salty."

"Salty or not, Polish women taste great. I know, I played there during Midsommar once," Verosika smiled suggestively.

They continued to eat and talk, basking in each others’ presence.

[the-fiction-witch]

She’s Not Yours P3

REAL LIFE X THE LAST LEGION

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING SMUT + DARK

WARNINGS FOR VARIOUS ABUSE AND SEXUAL ABUSE

I sat in a council meeting bored as usual but I had new things to focus on, every morning she has done that to me and I couldn't stop thinking about it, all except this morning we where running very late and we didn't have time. And I could feel it, it was throbbing, it was rock hard in my pants often having to cross my legs under the table to try and restrain it somehow. I'd do anything to get my cock back in her mouth again, I need her so badly, I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she walked around doing drinks and such. Watching that beautiful body move concealed by that little dress, 

"That's enough, for one day," I said and they all nodded "come on" I told her heading out the room she followed as always struggling a little as I marched back to my room shutting the door quickly behind me 

"Something the matter my king?' she asked turning to me I didn't answer I just grabbed her waist kissing her as intesely as I could, she kissed back confused but egar too I grabbed her ass folding her over that thin dress till she pulled back "I am sorry about this morning Thomas"

"It's fine. It's not your fault. But…. My darling please"

"What is it Thomas?"

"I need you, it hurts, please…"

"I see" she smiled holding my hand tugging us over to the sofa I was confused as to why but she kissed my hand and turned away before she bent over using the higher part of the sofa to rest her stomach 

"May I?"

"You may my king"

"Ummmmm thank you my darling' I told her kissing her cheek I was excited we'd never done it before but I wanted to badly. I pushed off my pants and she tugged up her dress exposing herself me "uuhh darling, your beautiful" I told her she clearly blushed but didn't answer I didn't waste time slowly pushing in, it was a thousand times better then her mouth, I grabbed her hips as soon as I was inside, my hips working on there own fast and hard moans falling from my mouth like a waterfall, lost in my own little world like nothing existed but me and her. Knew I was being rough but I couldn't stop it, I couldn't control myself hearing her lusty groans and gasps was driving me wild. "Uuuhhh uuhhh my darling! Y/n! Please…. I'm so close!" I begged she gently began to move her hips meeting them with my own and I was on another fucking planet! Lost in my own world my hips moving so fast and hard I didn't even care about anything but how good she felt! 

I heard a knock on my door but I couldn't bare to stop I honestly don't even think of I tried I could

"What!" I yelled 

"Your advisor wishes to see you about something my king" I guard said 

"Umm… um…. Tell him to come back later! I'm busy!" I yelled back trying hard not to moan but I felt her tighten around me and she screamed louder then ever before which made my hit my own moving my hips like crazy Inside her before collapsing in her "fuck I love you"

"I love you too Thomas" she giggled between her gasps "did I please my king" she asks getting up and wrapping her arms around my neck 

"Umm you always do my darling," I smiled picking her up making her wrap her legs around me carrying her to my bed "again!" 

"What?"

"You question your king?' I smirked "I said again my darling, I wanna hear you scream for me again!' I growled dropping her on my bed and crawling on top of her kissing all over her wrapping my arms around her as much as I could 

But the door knocked again

"I said I'm busy! In fact…. I'm gonna be busy. All night long" I smirked "and if someone disturbs me again. I'll cut off whatever hand they knocked on the door with" I warn 

I stood on the balcony watching the sun begin to set across the city having a little wine 

"Thomas?" I heard y/n call, I had left her in my bed to sleep, we had visited the flower gardens across the city today and they made her walk all the way there and back so I was letting her sleep a while that Andi had I just had her on her back pushed into my matress the last hour and a half she wondered out only her chain around her neck she came over and wrapped herself up with me 

"Hello you, get back inside. You'll get cold" I told her kissing her head 

"It's to hot"

"Is it now?" I laughed giving her lips a kiss "go on, I don't want everyone to see you. You know the kinds trouble someone found you here"

"I am your maiden, I take care of you. I'm meant to be here" she giggled going back inside making sure I watched her 

"Ummm your not usually naked thought"

"I can be if you'd like my king"

"I bet you can." I smirked "put your dress on"

"No"

"No? You deny your king?'

"Because I know my king wants me naked"

"How do you know what I want?" I smirked going inside shutting the door behind me 

"I always know what my king wants" she smiled giving my lips a kiss and stroking my half hard cock thought my pants 

"Smart girl. Bed. Now" I ordered 

"Yes Thomas" she giggled 

I laid in bed unable to sleep, u couldn't turn my head off tonight

"Ummm" I heard her gently moan on my chest I smiled giving her a little kiss, we had to be very careful but I managed to let her stay up here with me some nights even if we had to be quiet. 

"Y/n?" I asked her 

"Hummm?"

"Sorry, I know your tried but… I have to ask you something"

"Of course ask away my king" she smiled cuddling closer to me 

"How long… have you worn this?" I asked tracing my fingers across her chain 

"I was give it, when I was born"

"Born?"

"Umm my mother was a slave so, I was give one as soon as I was born, they had new links are you get bigger so it still sort of fits" 

"Sort of?" I asked she sat up sitting on my stomach she moved her chain back slightly it pressing hard into the other side of her neck to get some gap on the other side and I saw where the chain rubbed her skin raw all day everyday a scar that would never fully heal from years without it being removed "doesn't it hurt?"

"It does. You learn to ignore it" 

"Y/n. What is it like? For a slave?"

"You don't want to know that Thomas"

"Y/n. I'm there king. I need to know, and I need to know the truth and your the only person who can tell me that" I begged "so please, tell me everything"

"Yes my king" she nods "my mother was a maid in the palace, no older then us. One of the council men or so she said tried to use her but she forced him away, so they sent her to the amours to serve there…. They would burn her, and whip her, torcher her, and rape her. When I was born from… one of the men she didn't know who, I was sent to the laundry I would wash clothes and bedding mostly I… I never saw my mother again. They would hit your knees and ankles if you didn't do right the laundry" she explained "when I was to big for the laundry they sent me to the library to assist the book makers" she said "but… the men there, liked little girls."

"What do you mean?"

"They… liked little girls best."

"Y/n, my darling. Why didn't any of them day anything?"

"Of course we did. You think anyone listens to slaves? We where just slapped and ordered to be silent. When I got to old there they sent me to the kitchens, it was hot work and hard they'd boil your skin for speaking, burn your toes for messing up, whip you if you where slow, cut our your tongue if you where caught stealing food even just bits of moldy bread" she explained showing her various scars from all the places she has worked and the things that he been done to her 

"Why would people steal moldy bread?"

"Because there starving,"

"Starving? I thought slaves where always homed and fed"

"Homed? You sleep on the floor of whatever you worked. Often chained to work stations having to sleep in puddles of your own and other piss and shit. Fed? Someone might be thrown some rotten meat or old bread once a week if you want to eat it, you have to fight for it like rats. I've seen children's hands cut off for stealing apples because there so hungry they are days from death, seen old men whipped to work faster on broken bones, women forced to work while in labour. And God forbid you speak back or try to escape then… death was a mercy" 

"Why have you never told me this before?'

"I didn't think you cared" she shrugged

"Y/n of course I care. I…. I didn't know they treated you all that way. I…. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. If I'd known I would have-"

"It's alright Thomas. You barely even leave the palace. I can't blame you for not knowing" she smiled "what about you?"

"What?"

"I want to know what it's like. To be a king"

"Okay" I smiled "my mother was the only child of the last king, so they got her married off pretty quickly, my father was prince of the outlanders they hoped it would bring union but… it didn't really work. My uncle killed him"

"I'm sorry Thomas"

"It's fine. I never even met him. My mother was already pregnant then and… when I was born it just. It ripped her apart, she died a few days after. I never met either of them all I have is the statue of them in the hall. They kept me safe and made me king the council and the advisor did it all till I could walk and talk I think they mostly still do honestly, it's strange you have… very little freedom as a king. I keep getting told I can do anything I want and yet I'm not allowed to bathe myself or dress myself, but I don't know anything else. I was crowned king at three the first real choice I ever made was… you."

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"I couldn't. You where… scared of me. And that's not the sort of king I wanted to be and I… kinda liked you" I smiled "I wanted used you happy, not see you dead, there's alot of things I wish I could change"

"Like what?"

"I'd like it to stop. All of it. I don't want people to suffer for me. I don't want people to starve while I have more food then I'll ever eat, I don't want women to give up there bodies for food or just the safety they won't die tomorrow. And I… I wanna marry you, not just have you as some little slave girl who I have sex with. I want to marry you, make you my queen"

"That sounds very nice Thomas" she smiled nuzzling with my neck

"I will, someday. I promise" I smiled kissing her head.

I sat on my throne bored, nothing was going on so I just had to sit here. 

"A drink my king" y/n smiled bringing me some wine 

"Thank you darling" I smiled taking it from her "why am I doing this?"

"I don't know my king. The advisor says you must"

"He says I must do alot of things" I sighed "y/n, come sit with me"

"I can't my king it is the throne" she says 

"Do you deny your king?"

"Never" she blushed 

"The come and sit with me" I smiled she giggled and came sitting beside me but both of us barely fit "hang on." I said moving her hips to sit on my lap "there. That's better isn't it darling" I smiled kissing her cheek 

"Much better my king, much cosier" she giggled

"Umm bet your much more used to sitting here"

"Very much so" she giggled

"Now… as were alone. How about we, have a little fun" I whispered and she giggled and nodded "that's my girl" I smirked making her stand a moment as I tugged my pants down she giggled and pulled her dress up, she moved back and gently slipped down my cock every inch pushing Inside her heavenly pussy "ummmm you feel so good. Why would I ever need any other woman in the world" I smirked gently moving her hips to move her back and forth sending ripples of pleasure across us both, I bit on her shoulder a little to stop my moans "ummm quiet darling, we'd be in alot of trouble I'd we got caught" I smirked 

"The king fucking a slave girl on the throne of the kingdom" she giggled

"I'm sure knowone would blame me they saw your gorgeous pussy" I smirked starting to bounce her up and down "but there not going to. Only I get to see my beautiful darling" I smirked getting faster and faster trying hard not to moan, I moved a hand up her dress to fondle her breast as she bounced faster and faster I bit down hard giving her shoulder love bites to stop myself from screaming and from someone hearing us I felt her tighten she moved my hand to her mouth to muffle her screams as she came I smirked and kept bouncing her until I hit my own groaning into her ear as I finished as deep in her as I could making she she got every drop. And just as we walked down I heard footsteps, she quickly jumped off my lap and stood by the throne as usual fixing her dress I smirked blowing her a kiss and doing my pants back up and just as I did the door opened with my advisor and the council with some rather unimportant news, I was barely listening just smirking to myself glancing at her beside me seeing how tight her thighs and legs where as she desperately tried not to drip everything down her legs.

I sat in the meeting room undeniably nervous, I kept y/n close to me, I heard them marching down the corridor, I held my breath as the doors flew open showing five men, my uncle in the centre 

“Hello Nephew”

“Hello Uncle,”

“You think I can be summoned to your audience like some damn dog!”

“Well you clearly can” 

"What do you want"

"I want. This to stop. The attacks on my people the desecration on my lands the -"

"Enough. I understand" he says "you've grown up. Starting to really sound… like your father"

"It's been a while since I saw you last"

"Just because your older. Doesn't make you anymore of a king. I cannot simply call of my men, they have a habit of doing whatever the want" he smirked as the men he brought with him beg wrecking the room "that's something you don't understand is it, when people don't do whatever you ask of them"

"I am the king!'

"And they are not your people they are mine, I am there king. So why would they listen to you" 

"Because I'll execute them if they don't"

"Will you now? You know the rules kiddo you hurt one of mine or I hurt one of yours" he smirked "she's beautiful" he smirked looking at y/n

"She is no concern of yours"

"Isn't she? I think she is" he smirked "hello beautiful" he smirked going over to where she stood "you get more beautiful every time I visit" he smirked his hand on her arse 

"Do not touch her"

"Why? She's a slave, is what's she's for" he smirked "infact, for dragging us all this way. boys! For a present for you!" He smirked throwing her over to the other men who started grabbing at her

"Leave her alone!" I yelled "by all the gods in this world you will leave her be!" 

"Oooh you really do like her don't you, naughty naughty liking a little slave girl, let's see what you like about her then" he laughs "boys, have you turn with her" he ordered 

"No! You leave her alone!" 

"Ignore him, carry on!"

[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Five)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Fluff, Mentions of Sex, Public Teasing

Word Count: 2.6k

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5. Cinderella

This wasn't Yuta's first time in Paris, that was what (Y/N) thought when he hailed a cab and fluently asked the driver to bring them someplace. Now, she's starting to wonder about how many girls he had brought here in Paris. How many girls he had sex with. How many girls had kissed those red lips?

And she lightly felt a pang on her chest at the thought that this will indeed be a once in a lifetime event.

The cab stopped in front of fancy boutiques that made her surprised, what are they doing here? They should have gone to a restaurant somewhere and get this over with, maybe they'll have an early night out and have some desserts afterward. She followed him inside one shop, surprising her further.

Boutique shops in Paris clearly are no joke. It was now clear to her why this was called the fashion empire. The shop has a high ceiling and an elegant looking chandelier at the center which redefines the image of high-end boutiques in her mind. "What are we doing here?" she asked while holding his arm but Yuta just smiled then held her by the waist.

The ladies in waiting were looking at them that made Yuta greet them, "I would like to purchase a dress for her." he said in English that made her look at him. He's going to buy a dress? For her?

The women were clapping their hands in delight as he gave her a light nudge to follow them. This is weird, (Y/N) thought. What is this dress for? And why would he purchase such a thing like this for her?

The dress was a sleeveless black one which stops midthigh that made her in awe with it. Upon trying it on, she was surprised at how much the dress cost. She'll have to work for a year to buy just a simple dress. The dressing room door opened and Yuta was just gaping at her. She quickly noticed that he's wearing a dress shirt now and that she might be mirroring the same expression as him. She wanted him, so bad.

"We'll get that," he claimed then grabbed a heeled shoe, giving it to another lady. She asked for her shoe size and left with the same shoe that Yuta asked for.

"Do we really need to dress up for this?" she asked as she sat on the couch, the dress riding up on her thigh that made him stare while licking his lips. The lady went back with the pair of shoes and Yuta kneeled to remove her worn-out sandals and replace them with the black stilettos.

This gesture of him is so hot, she thought, why does everything about this guy screams 'fuck me'? Once done, he trailed his hand up until it reached the back of her knee, flexing her leg. She isn't imagining things but Yuta's arousal can be seen bulging in his black pants, he's fucking turned on by this and she's glad that she isn't the only one.

He pulled her up, pulling her closer by the waist and she badly wanted him to kiss her. "Do you want to skip dinner and just do this?" she implied that made him smile.

The total irony. Why does he look so adorable now? "I made that mistake once, I'm not going to do it again." He let go of her and she felt the urge to touch him again. God, why is she so desperate for him like this? "I'll just get a coat..." But she stopped him, stepping closer that they're almost touching once again. 

"Can I get one more thing?" she asked and he nodded, suddenly curious. "Color?" she asked with a hint of playfulness in her tone. Yuta may have caught it that he chuckled first before answering red and she disappeared somewhere in the store.

When she returned to the lobby, Yuta was already by the cashier and purchasing their outfits. She immediately saw him fishing out a black card and handing it out to the lady in front who thanked him. Just as she was about to give him the receipt, she quickly snatched it and grinned at the guy. He can't know about the lingerie she just bought even if it's obvious.

Yuta just smiled, handing his hand out for her to take. He got the black card and went out of the boutique holding hands. "Dinner?" he asked and she nodded, suddenly feeling hungry not just by food but because of Yuta.

--

He surprised her one more time when the cab arrived at one of the most famous restaurants in Paris. She had heard about it before since it boasts that their VIP Lounge has an overlooking view of the Eiffel Tower and the price is to the roof. "Good evening, Mr. Nakamoto." the man from the lobby greeted in English and they started conversing about the reservation he had.

"When did you get a reservation for this?" she asked, knowing full well that even though this is too high end it's not easy getting a reservation.

The man guided the two of them inside. "Earlier, when you were changing," he said that made her stunned. How did he get a reservation that fast?

She was about to speak once again when the interior made her speechless. Why is everything in Paris so fancy? The faint music made her more nervous than earlier, this is really romantic and Yuta made it happen. This isn't a normal lust anymore.

They stopped by a small table at the edge of the restaurant and true enough, she could see the breathtaking view of the Eiffel tower lights by the large window pane. Yuta, like a gentleman as he is, pulled the chair for her and even placed the napkin on her lap. "I'll come back with the menu, Mr. Nakamoto." Their server claimed and made his way through the calm dinner place.

The guy sat in front of her and she gaped at him, maybe there's a better view other than the Eiffel tower. "Do you usually do this?" she asked that earned a curious glance from him. "Take girls out in some fancy romantic shit."

He chuckled at her choice of words just as another server offered them wine. Yuta took a swig of the red wine and asked the sommelier to refill his glass. "I told you this is my form of apology and I want you to enjoy your vacation here in Paris since I'm intruding your time," he said that made her chuckle.

This is one weird way of apologizing. "If this is how you apologize then I wish you'll hurt me always," she mumbled then drank her wine.

Yuta smirked as the menu came, "Be careful of what you wish for." he whispered that made her look at him. Fuck, she's so sexually frustrated now.

She can't really focus on the menu at hand with how wet she's feeling, wanting friction between her legs. Well, two can play this game. She started giving him footsie from under the table that made Yuta glare at her. "What would you like to have?" he asked while smirking, opening his legs up to let her feet work on his thigh.

"I'll have what you have," she said then closed the menu to fully gauge his reaction. He was completely calm while giving his order to the waiter but when he asked for dessert, Yuta kindly declined that surprised her.

Once gone, he turned to her and gave her a frustrated sigh. "Can you please stop that? I might come in my pants if you continue doing that. Fuck." he said when her foot reached his hard cock, making her gasp. He is indeed hard.

The girl giggled before putting down her foot. "I told you we can just skip dinner." But he just shook her head, looking so amused at what she is claiming. "You're a tough one," she mumbled that made him laugh.

(Y/N)'s head was on her hand that was above the table, eyeing the beautiful Eiffel Tower which she can only see in pictures. She wished she had her tab or even a paper to draw the magnificent scene in front of her. She mumbled that it was really pretty and he answered that she is really pretty that made her look at him, why is he saying things that don't mean anything? Is he serious about that? Does he even want to have a relationship with her or the typical fuck boy ways? Maybe that was it.

"Are you a fuck boy?" she asked that made him surprised, looking at her as if she struck a nerve. "I mean there should be a catch. A guy as handsome as you, as rich as you, wouldn't just pick up random girls in Paris to date and have sex with unless..." He shook his head, drinking wine while keeping his eyes on her. That gaze, why is he making her this hot? Maybe, he really is a resident fuckboy.

"I'm not." he refuted then put down the glass of half-filled wine. "And I didn't pick you up..." he said while doing quotation marks with his fingers. "here in Paris, it was in the plane." he continued that made her nod. He sighed then put both his hands above the table, closing the distance between the two. "I saw you at the airport before the flight. You were shouting at that man who groped the girl in front of you." And she was reminded of what happened before her flight to Paris. At how she shouted at a certain sleazy old man for obviously touching the young girl's ass on the line. He was so embarrassed especially when the girl started crying and telling every onlooker that he did touch her. "It felt satisfying watching the old's man face when you groped him," he said with a laugh.

She laughed as well, visualizing how the man was so scared of her especially when she started touching him like how he did to that girl. "Well, he deserved that humiliation after everything he had done," she claimed then drank some of her wine.

"You're really headstrong and that made me attracted to you," he mumbled while staring fondly at her.

(Y/N) chuckled, when did being headstrong become her strong point? "Did you know that because of that I was often sent to the disciplinary office when I was young? Even my co-workers think that I'm a guy because of that." she shared that made Yuta laugh, that was perfectly plausible. She gazed at him with horror as the food came, he ordered steak? "Wait, how about the airplane seats?" she asked as he took her plate and started cutting the meat for her.

Yuta nonchalantly grinned. "I asked the stewardess to switch my seat to the one next to you. The ahjumma was really thrilled to be in the business class for that trip," he confessed that made her surprised, mouth forming an o as he handed her the plate of food.

"Are you stalking me?" she asked in surprise that made him chuckle. "So this is not a coincidence anymore?"

The guy smiled after getting a bite of his steak. "If I'm stalking you, I would have known your name already," he said while focused on his food. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, recalling the events that happened between her and him, and realized that she hasn't said her name even once. "Don't worry, I like the mystery though," he claimed that made her laugh. "Let's just enjoy dinner first and maybe enjoy the other things later."

(Y/N) nodded, realizing that the best way to have some action going is to finish dinner early. The steak was delicious, and although she hated the mashed potatoes at the side, Yuta ordered her to eat it in a commanding tone that made her visibly shudder. Damn, he had this dominance washed on him that she wonders if he's like that in bed. Well, he did tell her that he doesn't let girls top him so he's probably that dominant. Is he sadistic though? A Christian Grey type of guy? If yes, then she's into some exciting night.

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He paid for dinner using the card once again and even fished out his wallet to get some cash as a tip to the waiter. That was too much, (Y/N) thought, but he reasoned out that she did enjoy and that's what really matters.

The rain subsided and the chilly air of Paris welcomed them when they left the restaurant. She borrowed Yuta's coat but it's still cold and she cursed the dress for making her like this. Feeling really chilly, she made an excuse to have physical contact with the guy walking beside her and he just smiled when she hugged his arm. "Are you that cold?" he asked and she nodded, "No doubt. Your hands are freezing."

Yuta held both of her hands and breathed on it to keep it warm that made her stare. This looks like a normal thing to do if you are Parisian and in a relationship with each other but none of those two applied to them. "This feels like a dream," she mumbled honestly that made him look at her, tightly holding her hands. "To see the Eiffel Tower at night, feeling the Paris breeze, eating in some fancy restaurant, and wearing a really expensive dress." she enumerated then let go of his hands, feeling chillier now that physical contact is gone. "So thank you, Yuta shii, for making my Hot Parisian Romance dream come true."

He smiled, pulling her close that there is no distance left between their body. She can feel how hard he is and realized that it might be really painful for him. "Not quite. We're not in the hot part yet." And she smiled, asking what he had in mind.

He took this as an invitation to kiss her and if they're in Korea right now, they would have gotten the ill-look of people around. It was a good thing that they're in Paris, the city of love. Once again his mouth didn't disappoint as he kissed her, holding her cheeks as he devours her mouth and tongue. "Fuck, I could kiss you like this forever," he mumbled in between kisses, holding her cheeks while giving her butterfly kisses. "I'll just get some cash for the cab then let's head to the hotel for the hot part." She smiled at the thought, holding hands as they walked the streets of Paris.

He would stop occasionally to give her a quick smack on the lips and the tingling feeling started to form in her stomach. During the past relationships, she had never been this clingy but why does this guy make her feel like this? She looked like a schoolgirl who is so much in love. She might have looked so easy for him. And honestly, she didn't care. This was the first time that someone showed interest in her like this and she liked the attention, really. So just for this night, she wanted to be Cinderella and be a princess to this guy.

Yuta pulled out his black card again, inserting it on the ATM, and even if she didn't want to, she discovered his pin as 1026. Getting some cash, that surprised her, he handed her the card and asked to put it in her purse which she agreed. He wouldn't forget about it anyway.

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Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

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Footprints in the Sand

Part 7: River

Summary/Author's Note: Okay, I tried to get this out in a timely manner since part 6 was so painful. It's a sloooooow burn, I'm sorry but I promise it will be worth it. Trust me I want them happy and boning as much as y'all do. This chapter is Ellaria centric, I wanted to explore some of her thoughts and emotions but rest assured Oberyn confronts Jaime at the end and gets some things off his chest.

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 4.1k (See my loves? I’m righting the wrongs of part 6) Warnings: (R/18+) As always. Language. Threats. Ellaria softness. Ellaria is just as much in love with you--I ain't scared. Oberyn "a long sword is a bad choice when fighting in close quarters" Martell. Ellaria is Oberyn’s voice of reason, we all knew this, it is not a surprise. Prince-Douche!Jaime.

Don't say, don't you say it One breath, it'll just break it

Parts (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

It felt like days had passed but in reality it had only been a few hours. The room at the brothel felt empty, colder somehow, and both of them knew exactly why--you were no longer there. Ellaria sat in front of the mirror, using a small stick of charcoal to frame her dark eyes. She reached for the red lip stain in the small copper tin but stopped to look over her shoulder at Oberyn instead. 

The Prince had been standing on the balcony for the better part of the afternoon. His hands balanced on the railing were gripping the stone so tightly she could see his knuckles turning white with the effort. With a clenched jaw and an unwavering stare, he looked across the city at the Red Keep--such obvious anger on his handsome face saddened her heart. 

"Oberyn," she called gently but he didn't move. 

She moved her dress to the side as she stood up and moved to join him on the balcony. Oberyn was already dressed for the evening, his dark blue tunic striking against his olive skin. The silver stitching of stars that went down the edges drew attention to the open expanse of his broad, bare chest. She would be thankful when they were back in Dorne where it was warm enough he could forgo a tunic all together. She loved coming up from behind him and running her hands down his chest, lightly playing with the soft hair line down from his navel. But she knew her touch was not something that could distract him from his rage, and if she was being honest, it couldn't even distract her from her own. 

"My love," she whispered as she stood beside him and put her hands on his arm tenderly. 

Oberyn blinked slowly and looked down at her. His gaze softened, never wanting to look at her with anything other than the adoration she deserved. 

"Talk to me," Ellaria said, giving his arm a squeeze.

"Is it wrong that I miss her?" Oberyn said, putting his hand over Ellaria's and looking back out at the city. 

"No," Ellaria shook her head and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. "I miss her, too," she added in a whisper. 

"It's only been a few days, but--" 

"That doesn't matter." Ellaria looked up at him. "Do you remember when we met?"

Oberyn chuckled and smiled for the first time since this morning. "I introduced myself by asking you to move into the palace."

"And how long had you known me?"

"Known you?" Oberyn raised an eyebrow and grinned. "If you count admiring you from my balcony--then a few hours."

"Exactly, and here we are. You're a man who has always known what he wants," Ellaria nodded. 

Oberyn agreed with her words and put his hand over hers on his chest, giving it a gentle grip. She knew the way they had met you was unorthodox, but then what part of their own love wasn't? She was a bastard daughter who had fallen for a Prince, who couldn’t wed her on the off chance an arranged marriage could benefit his family. It didn’t mean what they had wasn’t real. Did she know everything there was to know about you? Of course not. But she knew enough to know she couldn't bear the thought of seeing you hurt.

"If I thought she didn't want us, I would let it go. But she almost said yes, Ellaria." He sighed, remembering the feeling of your body on top of his this morning. 

"To going to Dorne?" Ellaried moved back slightly to look at his face.

Oberyn nodded. "And then that blond little prick stormed in. The disrespect of the Lannisters knows no bounds."

"My love, this is not our home. This is not Dorne. We must tread lightly--"

"Are you saying I'll do something rash?" Oberyn turned back to look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Ellaria pursed her lips and gave him an exasperated expression. "I'm saying, if you shove a dagger into Jaime Lannister tonight our odds of walking away unscathed are very small." She raised her hands as he narrowed his eyes. "Just a reminder."

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to her knuckles and looking into her dark eyes. "I promise to control my temper tonight. For you."

"And for (y/n)."

"And for (y/n)." He nodded as he pulled her against his chest and put his strong arms around her waist. 

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Ellaria sipped wine slowly from her cup so she could watch the room over the rim. It helped her ignore the taste of the horrible swill that they were trying to pass off as decent wine. She badly wished to return home to where the wine was vibrant and the food was fresh and comforting. She pushed the meats and hard cheeses away from her plate in favor of the baked bread and fruits. 

Oberyn was doing what he did best and Ellaria was content to sit at the table and watch him. He talked, he laughed, he engaged those around him and it was no secret that Doran allowed his brother to be the face of Dorne for this reason. The women of the room all paid him special attention. They made any excuse to touch his broad shoulders, his solid arms, and Ellaria couldn't help but smile because he dodged each and every one of them and looked up to meet her gaze with a mischievous grin.

However much he seemed to be enjoying himself, Ellaria knew what he was really doing--looking for you. With only three days before they sailed out for Dorne, Jaime's intrusion this morning did complicate matters quite a bit. Who knew what he had said in the moments that followed after he stole you away. Ellaria took another large drink as she remembered the way you looked up at them, Jaime's arm tightly around your waist. It had made her sick. Such a man should never be allowed to touch such beauty. 

She scanned each and every table, looking up every time someone new walked in only to be disappointed when it wasn't you. 

Oberyn had said that you had almost accepted their invitation, her only hope was that nothing had changed that. She knew you were strong, knew your gentle nature didn't hinder your resolve, but she also knew the lengths that the Lannisters would go to achieve their means. And the other members of your family did not possess the same moral integrity.

Oberyn made his way back to her table and stooped his head to capture her lips. The taste of wine and fruit made him run his tongue along his bottom lip as he pulled back and smiled. "Exquisite," he said softly and Ellaria grinned. Always the charmer, he was. 

"Any word?" Ellaria asked, ending the tender moment.

"None," Oberyn shook his head. 

"I'm sure she will be here soon," Ellaria put her hand on Oberyn's arm. 

"If Jaime laid a hand on her, I'll kill him," Oberyn mumbled into the rim of his wine glass and Ellaria squeezed his arm. 

"I'm sure she can protect herself."

"She shouldn't have to protect herself from her own family." 

"I agree," Ellaria said, keeping her voice even. "But neither of us have the pleasure of calling the Lannisters family."

Whatever else she was about to say faded before it left her mouth. She gave Oberyn's arm a rapid pat as you turned the corner and walked into the throne room. Your crimson dress was striking. It flowed behind you, whispering against the stone and Ellaria wanted to feel it under her fingers. A gold plated belt cinched your waist and matched the golden bracers on your wrists. Your beautiful hair was pinned back in an ornate twist and that's when her stomach dropped. She couldn't pretend she didn't see the large, purpling bruise on the apple of your cheek. It stood out from across the room and took away from your face--that beautiful face that she had spent a great deal of time kissing over the last few days. 

"Fuck the gods," Oberyn growled, his hand reaching for the dagger in the belt around his waist.

"Oberyn!" Ellaria hissed, stopping him from pulling the blade.

"Do you not see her face?!" He turned around and looked at her with a fire in his eyes that she had seen very few times in their lives together. He was angry. He was teetering on the edge of rage, but even worse, under all of that, what made her chest ache for him, was the hurt in his eyes.

"I see it, my love," she assured him. "But this room is full of hundreds of people. The entire King's Guard is standing watch at these doors. I know you want to defend her honor but how do you think (y/n) would feel if this ended with you dead in the middle of the feast?"

Oberyn took his hand off of his dagger and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He glanced at Ellaria at his side before looking back to you with a shake of his head. "Why do you have to be reasonable all of the time?"

"Because the gods knew without me, you would have never lived this long." She took his hand gently and pried it from his crossed arms to lead him back to their table. "Come and sit down. We will have a better chance to reach her after the feast."

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Ellaria hardly touched the food that was on her plate. She barely listened when King Robert gave his speech, thanking each individual house for their attendance. And the wine that she thought was insufficient now tasted unbearable. Nothing around her was enjoyable since she laid eyes on you. 

You sat at the table at the front of the hall with the other Lannisters and Baratheons looking more miserable than the day she first laid eyes on you. With tight lips and a blank face, you downed glass after glass of wine and didn't touch your food. It seemed to her that you were determined on having to be carried out of the hall, or forgetting the night all together--perhaps both. She missed your smile. She missed that infectious laugh and that quick wit that she had gotten to know over the last few days. It pained her to see the shell of a woman so far beyond her grasp, for no matter how beautiful, a shell was nothing more than an empty vessel.

Ellaria was drawn from her thoughts as the man at her side abruptly moved his chair back and stood up. And when she saw why, he heart began to race. 

"Oberyn don't," Ellaria said as the pair of them watched Jaime Lannister get up from his table and head out of the grand hall.

Oberyn had a truly empty grin on his face as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, mumbling against her skin. "I don't know what you're talking about, my love."

"I'm not a fool!" She grit her teeth, trying to keep her voice low as she grabbed the dark blue sleeve of his tunic. 

"I just want...a word." Oberyn was careful to keep his voice guarded. "It won't take long."

"Ober--" she stopped as he walked around her chair and she turned her body to follow his movements. "Oberyn--fuck." She watched helplessly as the stubborn prince put more distance between himself and their table and followed the same path out of the hall as Jaime had. Ever the silent, swift viper, no one seemed to notice as the prince moved in between them carefully, all the while keeping a firm hand on his blade. 

Ellaria stood but she didn't follow him. He didn't need her help and he certainly didn't need her drawing more attention to his careful pursuit of the blond. As he turned the corner and disappeared from her view she turned back to the head table to see you getting up as well.

You swayed slightly as you drained yet another glass of wine and kept your balance by gripping the back of your chair. You gave a weak smile to those around you and quietly excused yourself from the table. Ellaria had watched you all night, hoping for a look in their direction, a look of longing, anything--and you had not given either of them so much as a glance. Before she could stop herself, she lifted her skirts slightly and stepped back from the table to follow you at a determined pace. 

She followed closely as you walked down the hallway that led out into the castle gardens. Other guests milled about, laughing and talking, and she dodged them all, never allowing herself to lose sight of that striking red dress. 

"Excuse me." Ellaria nearly collided with one of the King's Guard but avoided him and stepped outside. 

The gardens we're lit with torches and had tables of wine and food set out for guests to partake in the mild spring evening. Each fountain contained about a dozen floating candles that gave the whole place a magical glow--the castle servants had really worked hard to make sure the last night of the feast was beautiful. 

She watched as you found a corner fountain, empty of other patrons, before sitting down heavily on the edge of the water. Her footsteps slowed as she admired just how beautiful you really were. Despite the bruise on your cheek and the sadness in your eyes, she still yearned for you like she did before you had even spoken. The memory of your hands in her hair as she kissed your thighs, of the feel of your lips as you smiled against her mouth and pulled her to your chest after she brought your release--she felt as if she had been without your touch for months. Watching Jaime drag you away made you feel unobtainable, and she ached because of it. 

She wanted to call to you, to feel your name once again fall from her mouth, to run and pull you to her breast but instead she said, "I think you left some wine unfinished at the table. Would you like me to go and get it?"

You stopped at the sound of her voice and glanced over your shoulder in surprise. "Ellaria," you breathed quietly before turning from her to quickly wipe your cheeks. When Ellaria realized you had been crying, her smile fell and her resolve crumbled.

"Oh, my sweet one," she got close enough to touch you but when she reached out you stood to avoid her hands.

"Don't." 

The one word was hard, sharp. It held a command, a finality that did not match the soft woman that she had gotten to know in her bed. 

"(Y/n)," she tried again and you shook your head.

"I don't need your pity." You wiped another tear angrily from your cheek. 

"That's not what I'm here to offer," Ellaria said, letting her hands fall to her sides. 

"Then why are you here?"

"Why am I--" she couldn't believe how cold your words were, and then she remembered--Jaime. "What did he do to you? Besides that." She gestured to your face and crossed her arms.

"He didn't do anything," you lied.

"Did he threaten you?"

"No."

"Did he threaten me? Or Oberyn?"

"No."

Ellaria stopped for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "What did he tell you?"

You hugged your arms around yourself and shook your head again. Did you tell her? You had to. No matter how painful it may be, you needed answers. 

"Did you know about Elia Martell?" You asked quietly.

Ellaria nodded without hesitation. "Of course I did."

"Why didn't Oberyn say anything?"

"What was there to say?"

"That my family murdered her!" You said, raising your voice and looking at her with desperation. The lump in your throat grew and you swallowed hard, refusing to cry anymore than you already had that day. 

"That has nothing to do with what has transpired between the three of us." Ellaria spoke firmly and took a step forward towards you.

"But doesn't it? I'm a Lannister." Your voice cracked on the word and Ellaria took another step in your direction. "I'm the enemy."

"You are not." She said, her lips pressing into a tight line. "You are not responsible for the sins of Tywin Lannister. Or Jaime Lannister. Or anyone else that has brought harm to Oberyn's house." 

"Then what am I? A pawn? A trophy? Something the Prince of Dorne can fuck as part of his plan to get back at those responsible for his sister's death?" Your words tasted like poison on your lips and you hated yourself for the anger that was directed at the woman in front of you but you had to know. 

"Never."

Ellaria's words were a whisper as she finally stood directly in front of you. She reached out hesitantly and put her hands on your forearms. When you didn't pull away she squeezed them and looked you directly in the eyes. 

"Oberyn may fight with a spear. He is expertly trained to fight with daggers. He is every bit the red viper they say he is, with fangs and venomous words, lying in wait for the time to strike--but to him, to me, love is not a weapon."

"Love." You laughed bitterly and she grabbed your jaw in her hand, stopping you from breaking her gaze. 

"I mean what I said." 

You didn't pull from her grasp, but you didn't move to embrace her either. "How can I know for sure?"

Ellaria lessened her grip on your face, her long, slender fingers tracing your skin gently as she looked you over. She hesitantly touched the bruise on the side of your face and when you winced it made her heart ache. She would kill a thousand King's Guard if that's what it took. But she knew such an act of violence would not be something required to win your kind heart. When it came to her and Oberyn, neither of them would settle for less than you wanting them back with just as much furocity as they wanted you. 

Ellaria leaned in and when you didn't pull away she took that for the invitation that it was and whispered with her lips a breath's space away from yours.

"Because if my kiss was a lie, it wouldn't taste as sweet."

She pressed her mouth against yours as softly as she spoke her words and you breathed her in like a woman who was drowning. She tasted like she always did, sweet and warm, and it did things to your body despite the heartache you had suffered throughout the day. This was Ellaria. A woman who wanted to know your thoughts, who wanted to know your body, who wanted to know you. Her kiss was not possessive, because you were not an object to be owned. To her you were something to be worshipped and her kiss was an offering of such. 

Her hands moved to cup your cheeks and you spoke against her mouth. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." She said, whispering her mantra against you, a law in the religion of your relationship. "We wanted to stop Jaime this morning, please believe me."

"I know," you nodded before pulling her back down for another bruising kiss.

"You need to talk to Oberyn. You need to know that my words are not just my own. He deserves the chance to tell you himself." She said, fisting the material of your dress as she pulled you against her body and your arms wrapped around her neck.

"I will," you agreed, tilting your head so she could slip her tongue past your lips. 

She never wanted to let you go, never allow anyone else to kiss you like this, never allow anyone to take you from her arms--except of course Oberyn. She knew you still had not given your answer, that you only had one foot on the boat to Dorne and the other remained firmly planted to the steps of King's Landing. But Ellaria knew, with a determined heart, that at the end of the week she wasn't getting on that ship without you.

--

Oberyn walked slowly but with purpose. He watched the back of Jaime's head as the other man threaded through the small clusters of guests and around the corner. Oberyn didn't know where he was going, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he wasn't leaving the castle until he had had a few words with the young Lannister. He let his fingers play over the pearl handle of his dagger and the smooth texture grounded him. He remembered Ellaria's words and vowed not to end up at the wrong end of someone's sword tonight. 

It wasn't long before he was almost caught up with Jaime. His swift movements and steady pace gave him an advantage of speed against someone in full plate armor. He watched as Jaime went around a large stone pillar and Oberyn took the other side. Pulling his dagger, he nearly let the man collide with him as he grabbed a fistful of his golden cloak and shoved him into the shadowed alcove with a grunt. 

"What the--" Jaime hissed before focusing his gaze and looking eye to eye at the man before him. "Prince Oberyn." He said cordially, and Oberyn gave a smug grin in return.

"Jaime Lannister," he said, putting the edge of the dagger against the blond's neck. "I thought we could talk."

“Talk?” Jaime glanced down at the blade briefly and then back up, careful to keep his expression blank. "I forgot Dornishmen have a unique way of speaking."

Oberyn gave a hollow chuckle and nodded. "Something you'll do well to remember."

Both mean glared at the other. Neither of them refused to relent even though it was obvious that only one of them had the upper hand. Jaime finally broke the silence.

"What is it that you want?"

"Didn't Joanna ever tell you not to strike a woman?" Oberyn asked without pretense, casually speaking the name of Jaime's deceased mother.

Jaime grit his teeth and rolled his eyes. "I should have known it was about that little cunt."

Oberyn jerked forward and pressed the dagger into Jaime's neck hard enough to make the other man wince. "Watch it, boy."

Jaime swallowed hard, rethinking his words before focusing back on the Prince. "You can't fool me, Oberyn. It's too much of a coincidence. You and your bastard courtesan show up out of nowhere and try to bed my cousin? If this is your way of getting to my father, you'll have to do better than that."

"This has nothing to do with Tywin." Oberyn said, trying to hide the mild surprise he felt at the mere suggestion. 

"Doesn't it?" Jaime raised a blond eyebrow. "Tell me. Is she something to fuck and discard or do you really plan on taking her to Dorne? She can’t be that good in bed--”

“Enough--”

 “Or do you plan on repeating what happened to Elia? Because I have to say--I didn't think you had it in y--" His words stopped short as Oberyn flexed the blade and it drew a small drop of blood from Jaime's neck.

"Don't say her name," Oberyn said through clenched teeth. 

"You're going to regret that," Jaime snarled but Oberyn ignored him.

"I know the culture is different here in King's Landing, but where I come from the rape and murder of innocents is considered an unforgivable atrocity." 

"Ahh, yes, I forget the noble constitutions of the Sand peopl--" Jaime stopped talking with another press of the steel. 

"I am not here to debate our clearly different opinions of what is right or wrong, little lion. I am here to tell you," Oberyn leaned in and lowered his voice. "If you lay another hand on (y/n), I will remind you that all Lannisters bleed. Just like any other man."

"Is that a threat?"

"It is a promise," Oberyn spat, making Jaime flinch as he removed the dagger suddenly and put it back at the sheath at his waist. He adjusted his tunic before adding, "Enjoy the rest of the feast."

Oberyn didn’t have to turn around to know Jaime was giving him a look of death as he adjusted the cloak that the Prince’s grip had wrinkled. He knew Jaime was probably already planning his retaliation, but for now, it was clear that you were under the protection of Dorne. 

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Just A Little Chat

(Story Post)

Nathan could only practice for about an hour before he was completely spent. It took Dax roughly the same amount of time to run all the way around the lake, so he jogged up to where Nathan and Kent were sitting in the grass taking a break. “Ah, un petit repose…” Dax panted as he stopped by them. “How'd it go? I heard some howling.” “It's going alright,” Nathan said as he offered Dax his water bottle. “I brought out the wolf a few times, but I can't hold it very long.” “Thank you… That's good. I'm glad this is actually helping,” Dax said before he took a long drink of water. Kent didn't acknowledge Dax and just started picking at the grass.

“How was your jog?” Nathan asked. “Oh, it was alright,” Dax said. “But it's awfully hot out, isn't it? I didn't expect that at all…” Kent furrowed his brow. “It's not hot at all. It's like sixty eight degrees.” “I'm sorry, I don't speak American,” Dax said. “Probably about twenty degrees Celsius,” Nathan said. “And there’s a bit of a breeze.” “Huh, well I really worked up a sweat then,” Dax said, pulling his tank top in and out to cool himself. “I'm overheating…” “Maybe take a dip in the lake,” Nathan suggested. “No, I think I'm too exhausted,” Dax said. “I'm really out of shape… I'd probably drown.” “Go lie down,” Kent said. “I'm not taking you to no hospital if you faint.” “Of course not…” Dax patted Nathan's shoulder and then walked to the house. “Let's see if I can make it up the ladder…” “Be careful, please!” Nathan requested. “Maybe just lie down on the couch!” “Yeah, maybe. See you.” Nathan sighed as Dax went inside. “I hope he's okay,” he said. “Don't worry about that dildo, he's fine,” Kent said. “Runnin's good ‘round here. Good for the heart and lungs. He just needs to train up.” “So, he's gone from ‘limp dick' to ‘dildo' in your vocabulary,” Nathan commented. “How does that work?” Kent just ignored that. “Both of you are like twigs. Maybe cause all he feeds you is twigs. You need to eat more red meats.” “I get plenty, thanks. Dax is very respectful of my dietary needs,” Nathan said. “Transformations just really eat up a lot of energy. And I've never really been the bulky type anyway.” “Shame. Real men have muscles,” Kent said. Nathan decided to tease him. “Is that your taste in men, then?” “Shut up, I'm not like you.” Kent grit his teeth. “And it's not like it even matters. I’m gonna be here alone no matter what, so I can’t even think about things like that.” Nathan sighed. “You're not alone, Kent. The ‘black suits' you keep chasing off, you know they're just trying to help you. You should be taking this as a new beginning, not further entrapment. You're a free man. If you want to build relationships with people, now's the time.” The bear man shook his head. “I ain't been around people in years. You saw, I don't know all the fancy new gadgets, I don't get all this new internet stuff.” He sighed. “I'm just an animal and I made peace with that fact over a decade ago. I have to live my life accordingly.” Nathan looked at him. “But you want to see your kids, right? You want to be a part of their life?” “Yeah… I do,” Kent said. “But now I'm thinking you might be right… They're better off without me.” Nathan shook his head. “…That’s not true. I said those things in anger, but it's not true… They should meet you. They ought to know you.” Kent looked out to the lake. “This just ain't the way it was supposed to go. This weren't what I saw in my head.” Nathan looked at him. “How was it supposed to go?” Kent pursed his lips. “I figured I'd see you again. And I'd see my kids. And I'd want to raise ‘em, ya know? And I suppose since you gave birth to ‘em, we'd both raise ‘em. Maybe we could all be here. Raisin' ‘em. ‘Cause you and me, we're both animals. So are the kids. It'd be safer out here for us.” Nathan blinked processing all this. “…You expected me to bring the kids up here and move in with you?” “Don't say it like that, you’re makin’ it sound gay,” Kent said. “It is gay.” “It is not. You know what I mean.” “Two men raising the children they made together is pretty fucking gay, Kent.” “Shut up, I'm not gay!” Kent growled. “I like women…” Nathan tilted his head. “But you want to raise kids with me?” Kent let out a deep sigh. “…You ain't so bad either. If I can't pick a woman.” Nathan couldn't help the blush that spread across his face. “…That's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me. Even though it was still pretty insulting.” “Shut up, it's not like any of that can happen anyway,” Kent grumbled. “I reckon you'd never move out here.” “Not a chance.” “And you’ve got that veggie boy now, so…” “His name is Dax. You can use his name; I know you have it in you.” “So, that's that then. There's nothing I can do,” Kent said starting to get up. Nathan grabbed his arm though and and used it to pull himself to his feet, too. As soon as they'd both straightened up, he leaned in towards Kent and kissed him. The bear man was shocked, but he didn't pull away. Instead, after a few seconds, Nathan felt his hand creep up to his waist. The sudden touch broke the wolf man out of the moment, and he pulled away, taking the hand off of him. “You know, I should go check on ‘veggie boy’.” Kent was stunned, staring at Nathan with wide eyes and a furious blush across his face. Nathan started to walk back to the cottage, but Kent managed to shake his surprise and grabbed Nathan’s arm. “Now, you wait just a minute! You can’t just do that and walk away like it was nothin’!” Nathan turned around. “It was nothing. It was just a little gift to maybe help you figure out some stuff. As  you said, I have Dax.” Kent just grimaced and let go of his arm. “I won’t help you no more until I see my kids.” “Fine.” Nathan went back inside.

When Nathan got in, he found Dax passed out on the couch with the ceiling fan on. It really wasn’t that hot out so Nathan went over and put his hand on his partner’s forehead. “You’re burning up…” Nathan said a little worried. He started to shake his partner’s shoulder. “Dax. Wake up…” Dax groggily opened his eyes. “Hm… Yeah? …Nathan?” “Are you okay?” Nathan asked. “It feels like you’re running a fever.” “I feel okay…” Dax exhaled. “Just hot.” “I think you should see a doctor,” Nathan said. “No, it’s not that bad… Just need to cool down.” Nathan sighed and went to get him a glass of cold water and a cool wet towel for his head. “Come on, drink this.” Dax sat up a bit so he could sip down the water. Once he was done, he put the glass down on the coffee table. “That's actually been really good water… He said spring fed, right?” “Yeah.” Nathan put the towel on Dax's head. “I was hoping you and I could go back into town today but if you're not feeling well, I don't want to push you. That, or we go into town to a doctor.” “I think I'm fine,” Dax said taking Nathan's hand. “I don't feel nauseous or anything like that. No sore throat.” Nathan nodded. “Alright, you rest for an hour and if you don't cool down, I'm calling Hanover to come and take us to a clinic.” “Alright.” Dax smiled and squeezed Nathan's hand. “Did you have a good practice though? I stopped hearing howling and stuff when I got back.” “Yeah, I just had a chance to talk to Kent about some stuff…” Nathan said. “Stuff like what?” Dax asked. Nathan frowned. “I'm still trying to process it, and I do want to talk to you about it later. But you need to rest first. I don't know what you did on that run to get you like this, but I'm worried.” “It really could just be a symptom of pushing myself too much on the run,” Dax suggested. “I really haven't worked out properly since last year, and I definitely haven't had an hour long run in nature for a while.” “You used to?” Nathan asked. “Oh, yes. Back home, I ran trails all the time,” Dax said. “It helped me think.” “Well, maybe you're right, but still…” Nathan took out his phone. “I'm going to call to be picked up anyway because either way, we’re going into town.” “So, no more training?” Dax asked. “No, Kent refuses until I bring the kids…” Nathan said. “Shame.” “If you are feeling well, we can maybe do a little celebrating together,” Nathan said. “Celebration?” “Yeah, it’s Canada Day after all.” “Oh…” Dax snickered. “Alright, time to celebrate the genocide of my people.” Nathan paused. “Oh. Uh, shit… Dax, I—” “Relax, I was only teasing you,” Dax chuckled. “You scared me…” “I mean, it did happen,” Dax said. “But we can celebrate a future of transparency, reflection, reparation and growth together and across the country. After all, we’re building bridges this weekend.” Nathan smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I like that... Anyway, do you understand when I say rest, I mean that I want you to sleep?” Nathan asked. “You're the one who woke me up…” Nathan kissed his nose. “Finish your nap, Dax.” “Well, alright… If you insist.”

[platypanthewriter]

My Yuletide Exchange fic!

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five Read them as I post here, or all at once in Ao3 under peterqpan! @harringroveholidayexchange <3

“Hey,” Steve whispered, against Billy’s lips, grinning, pinned to his locker with Billy’s fingers clenched in his jacket. "Hey, I, uh. I got the house to myself for a few days. Wanna—”

“They what,” Billy paused, pulling back to frown at him. “They went away for Christmas without you?”

“No,” Steve laughed. “It’s for business, y’know.” He was still smiling, but it didn’t look happy.

“You wanting a sleepover, Harrington?” Billy asked, laughing.

“Wanna unwrap you Christmas morning,” Steve said, and Billy’s blood all rushed to his dick without stopping to let him answer.

“...maybe I can sneak out,” he said hoarsely. He kissed his boyfriend again, breathing in the smell of wet hair care products, exhaust fumes, and melting snow.

Billy’s dad was late again, that night, and he, Max, and Susan chewed long and peacefully at the rubbery meat in her casserole, listening to tinny Christmas carols.

“Neil, uh,” Susan started, then swallowed. “I—I’m—he said to say—”

“Jesus, Mom, talk for yourself,” Max shot over, and Susan bit her lips together, watching her hands.

She sighed. “He has to go out of town,” she told them, and Billy and Max stared at her, Max’s mouth twitching.

“Wait, when?” Max asked, dropping her fork. “How long will he be gone?”

“He’ll be gone for a week,” Susan said softly, her eyes on the casserole bite she was smushing into her plate. “He’s leaving tomorrow—”

“He’ll be gone for Christmas?! Holy hell, best present ever,” she crowed, and Billy drew a breath, trying not to smile like a goon. He choked on his casserole.

The house was already decorated for Christmas—Susan had done it when they were at school—and Billy coughed into a poinsettia-themed napkin.

He slammed his fist into his chest as he rose and grabbed the phone, hauling the cord into the bathroom to dial. “Steve,” he panted into the phone, still coughing. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Hey, I can come. I can come for Christmas.”

“You can?!” Steve sounded startled, but delighted. “You—you want to come over here for Christmas? I don’t—there won’t be anything—I can try to cook a—”

“I’m not coming for dinner, moron,” Billy sighed, feeling his cheeks heat as he grinned. “Not into you for your cooking skills.”

“We should get pies or something. Or ice cream,” Steve said, laughing. “Are—are you sure you wanna—you don’t have to, I mean, I’m used to it, it’s fine, I didn’t expect you to—”

“I’m coming,” Billy told him, imagining Steve watching reruns of Family Feud and staring at the wall all Christmas day. “Shut up, doofus, I’m gonna be there, okay.”

“Gimme the phone, Billy!” Max shouted, kicking the door. “I need to call Lucas!”

He surrendered it as she brushed by him on his way out. Susan was alone at the dinner table, her head in her arms.

On Christmas eve, Steve wouldn’t stop prowling the house, so Billy finally grabbed him around the waist and spun him around. “The hell is your deal. You need walkies?”

Steve laughed, sliding his arms around Billy’s neck. “F’we got some food, we could have like a real Christmas, y’know.”

Billy squinted over Steve ‘TV dinners are food’ Harrington’s shoulder at the wall. “Whaddaya mean ‘food’?”

“...like a ham or something,” Steve mumbled, and Billy considered, swaying them around.

“...you wanna go to the store?” he asked, and Steve pulled away to see his face so fast Billy staggered holding him up. He looked delighted, and Billy sighed internally over his planned lazy day of sex. “I can make a pie or something,” he offered, and Steve hugged him.

Billy was stuffed in Steve’s old ski jacket, taking a smoke break behind the Bradley’s Big Buy while Steve bought the entire grocery store, when he heard a woman’s voice shouting, and some loud thumps. He leaned around the corner of the building into the wind to watch her smacking the pay phone around, and wondered which of her kids was getting the verbal beatdown, but then she stumbled back, wiping her face with both wrists, and turned to bang her fist against the hood of her snow-covered car. The wind tried to take her hat, and she smacked her hand down on her head.

He meandered towards her, checking his watch—Steve had been buying everything for ages, surely everything had already been bought— as she opened her driver’s-side door and climbed in, slumping against the steering wheel. The snow on her roof and window fell a little with the force of her slam, whirling away into the gray evening, but it started building up again almost immediately.

Her car didn’t move. Billy squinted, crouching, to look in her snowy window, and she just sat there, as the sun set on Christmas eve, huddled in her driver’s seat in the snow. Billy wandered over to knock on the driver’s side windshield, the salted road crunching underfoot.

She rolled it down and sniffled, and he squinted at her, fairly sure she was somebody’s mom. “Hello,” she said, wiping her nose with her wrist, but her eyes were suspiciously red and shiny. “I’m fine!” she said brightly, before he could ask.

“A—are you sure?” Billy asked, noticing her shivering, and the buildup of breath on the inside of the windows.

“Merry Christmas!” she said, her voice shaky, and he squeezed against her door as a car passed.

“Uh,” he said, and tried to weigh being nice, which Steve preferred, but which probably meant listening, against his instinct to call her bullshit. “Bullshit,” he said, raising his voice to be heard.

“I-it’s Christmas eve,” she gulped, and started to cry.

“Yeah,” he nodded, taking a last draw on his cigarette, and tossing it behind him into the snowy road. “Doesn’t look too merry, though.” She had to be one of the actual parents of Steve’s kids-by-monster-hunting, he was fairly sure.

“I’m sorry!” she yelled, more at the steering wheel than him, and flailed her arms. “This is—this is crap! Everything is—everything is crap, it’s gone to shit, I don’t—I don’t—”

“Uh-huh,” Billy said, raising his eyebrows. “Who were you tryin’ to call?”

“My kids!” she yelled, smacking the steering wheel again, which put her as probably the littlest one’s mom, he thought, since he didn’t think Henderson had a brother. Or Lucas, he thought, grimacing. You never know, look at me and Susan, maybe he looks nothing like her. She sighed. “And I’m out of dimes.”

“...I might have a dime,” Billy said, jutting his hip in order to dig around in his tightest jeans, the ones he’d worn thinking Steve would peel off him. He found a hole in his pocket, and sighed.

“It’s no use,” she groaned, clicking her lighter about eleven times trying to light a cigarette, until he gave up and grabbed his lighter instead, holding it out. Between the wind and her shivering so hard, he had to chase the end of the cigarette around, and she groaned, starting to snicker. “Oh, jesus. I’m gonna freeze to death on Christmas Eve.”

“I can’t give you one thin dime?” Billy laughed, catching a little of her hysteria, and laughing. He wiped a snowflake off his eyelashes, his cheeks completely numb.

“I have to get home,” she sighed, leaning her head back to blow smoke at the ceiling. “I got...I got dinner to cook…” she groaned, wiping her eyes. “...somehow.”

Billy stood up to frown at the front of the store. Every time the doors opened there was a wind-muffled riff of Jingle Bells or Winter Wonderland, and he looked up to see Steve still hadn’t come out. He sighed. “Maybe you can use the phone in there?”

She sniffled, nodding. “Probably.” She took a long drag and blew out, frowning at him, and rubbing her hands together. “...you one of Jonathan’s friends?” she shouted over the noise of a passing truck.

Hell no, Billy thought, and cleared his throat. “Steve Harrington’s.”

She raised her eyebrows, nodding. “What are you doing out this late? Just out offering women dimes you don’t have?”

Billy snorted, brushing the snow off his shoulders, and rubbing his arms. “That’s my plan, yeah. Nah, Steve’s shopping for tomorrow. I guess we’re burning a turkey.”

She blinked, and leaned closer. “What? ...you two are making a turkey? Here, come around, get in.”

“Uh,” Billy said, shoving his hands in his pockets, but he walked around and climbed in as she unlocked it, so she could roll up the window. “Y-yeah, he wants a turkey,” he said again, in the quiet of the car, watching her shiver. “I mean, Steve’s parents, they’re always out of town—”

“Oh, he’s going to your house?” she asked, smiling over. “That’s nice of your mom.”

Billy swallowed down she’s not my fucking mom, and it’s nothing to do with her, and fuck you, and settled on, “N-no. I’m going to his place.”

“Oh,” she nodded, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, trying to get her blood moving. “Slumber party. Well, kiddo, I wish you more luck than I have ever had, trying to cook turkeys.” She pulled her knees up, hugging them, and sighed. “First turkey ever I burnt the whole outside, had to open all the windows...carve it outside ‘cause of the smoke...but when we stuck the knife in, it was still bleeding. Goddamn...burn victim on the table. Nearly called 911 for the turkey.” Billy was snickering, but he nearly lost it as she sighed out a trail of smoke, and said, “It was so raw inside I nearly tried CPR.”

“Oh no,” he wheezed, leaning against the side of her car. “We can just eat mashed potatoes, I guess.”

“My mom suggested I try adding a little garlic,” she said, curling up tighter. “She meant powdered garlic. Powdered. We kept hitting raw garlic cloves in the mashed potatoes…”

Billy groaned into his arm, leaning against the side of her car, but couldn’t stop sniggering.

“Want me to go in and make a call?” he asked her, and she swallowed hard, her eyes welling up again. Billy froze, lifting his hands for some stupid reason.

“It’s no good,” she moaned into her knees, waving her cigarette around. “What am I gonna do?! Even if Jonathan comes and gets me, I can’t—I can’t cook—”

“...you didn’t get any better?!” Billy asked, startled, imagining decades of bleeding turkey corpses, like a battlefield.

“I did get better,” she snarled, waving the cigarette at him. “I did! It was...it was pretty okay last year, there were good parts! It was edible! But how the hell am I supposed to cook with no power, huh, answer me that, smartass.”

Billy blinked. “...your power’s out?”

“The storm,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “Knocked a tree over, broke the kitchen window—” she sniffled. “And now my car won’t start—” She laughed sharply, looking away, and crossed her arms. “Some mother I am, I can’t even keep the heat on.”

Billy climbed out, checking again for Steve, and he was finally there. “HARRINGTON!” he yelled. “HARRINGTON! Over here!” Steve stopped halfway to his car, frowning around, and Billy slammed the door and ran up as Steve was unloading like 900 bags of groceries into his car. “C’mere,” Billy said, “It’s—that kid’s—mom!”

“What?” Steve asked, squinting, and Billy leaned their heads together to hiss “—the monster house lady.” Steve stared at him. “Joyce Byers? She—there were just monsters, she doesn’t have a monster house—”

“Yeah, that one,” Billy agreed, rolling his eyes and yanking Steve’s arm until he came along to Joyce Byers’ half-buried car.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

“Oh yeah,” Billy told her. “You got your jumper cables, Harrington?”

“Always do,” Steve said, raising his eyebrows, before leaning to sweep the snow off her passenger window. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Byers.”

Billy was considering his holidays with Steve as he’d planned them—naked the whole time, and no cooking at all—and sighed, remembering Steve agonizing over the selection of potatoes. He knocked on the roof of her car. “We’ll bring his car ‘round, okay?”

“I’m the grown-up here!” she wailed, then closed her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah,” Billy told her, before walking around to put an arm around Steve. “So,” he said, talking in his normal voice, but it was like a whisper with all the wind.

“Sorry,” Steve told him. “I know you wanna get back, but I can’t just leave her there—”

“Hey, I called you over,” Billy hissed, and Steve grinned at him, his gaze dropping to Billy’s lips as he licked his own. Billy’s whole body warmed, and he wanted to just grab Steve Harrington and haul him behind the building and—he took a slow breath, willing himself to think about something else. “Uh, so. You don’t—you got no idea how to cook all this food.”

“I can figure it out!” Steve protested. “I can read—”

“And her kitchen just got smashed by a tree,” Billy continued. Steve’s mouth dropped open. “She’s got no power, and it’s cold, she said.”

Steve’s eyes were wide and worried, and Billy smashed the lid on the coffin of his sex weekend.

“Isn’t that kid of hers, like, ten? You gonna leave him with no heat on Christmas?”

“No!” Steve breathed. “Uh, that okay, though? I know—I know you wanted…” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows with a grin that was unfair, given the situation, and Billy elbowed him.

“I want you to have your damn turkey,” Billy growled. “Ham. Whatever.”

“I did also buy a turkey,” Steve admitted guiltily, and Billy kicked his ass lightly as it walked away.

When they got back to Joyce, she was starting to turn blue, so Steve bundled her into his passenger seat while they ran his engine. “Come for Christmas,” he said.

“What?!” she squawked.

“Bring...everybody,” Steve sighed, and Billy realized too late he’d doomed them to a whole day with the man Steve’s ex was dating. “Show me how to cook a turkey?”

Joyce opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, then groaned, tipping forward to lean against the glove compartment. “I invited Hopper,” she finally yelled, flailing her arms, and Billy started snickering at Steve’s frown of determination.

“But you don’t have heat,” Steve pointed out. “Invite ‘em over, I got a big-ass turkey. Eleven can hang out with Will.”

“I’m supposed to pick Will up from Dustin’s place,” she sighed into the door of the glove compartment, and Billy bit back a snicker, glancing at Steve—sure enough, when the pay phone rang through to the Hendersons, Dustin was appalled.

“You sayin’ I’m not invited, Steve Harrington?” he hissed. “You know what my mom’s got planned? I’m gonna be on the floor next to the cat, choking down some goddamn Fancy Feast, because you can’t invite your best friend to come to your stupid—”

Steve pressed the phone to his chest, and frowned at Billy, wedged against him in the relative warmth of the phone booth. “Dustin wants to come,” Steve said, as though Billy hadn’t heard him. Or met Dustin Henderson.

“So invite him,” Billy shrugged, rubbing his knuckles along Steve’s ribs, and wishing Joyce Byers wasn’t watching them from the car, blowing on her fingers. Steve licked his lips, watching him back, and Billy hissed, “Steve.”

“Right,” Steve said, jerking back to Earth, and lifted the phone again. “If you’re coming, you gotta bring food.”

“Mom’s not gonna let me make a mess, that’s why I gotta—”

“Bring food,” Billy yelled into the receiver, and hung up. He turned his face so Joyce couldn’t see, kissed his fingers, watching Steve’s face, and saw his adam’s apple jerk as he swallowed. Billy reached up and brushed the kiss over Steve’s jaw, and then elbowed the phone booth door open, stumbling back out.

“Love you,” Steve whispered, and Billy shushed him, bumping their shoulders together.

He’d been with Steve Harrington since the previous morning, and his cheeks hurt from smiling.

When they got back in Steve’s car, Joyce was starting to uncoil, going limp like her strings had been cut as she sprawled in front of Steve’s heat and defrost. Billy climbed in behind Steve, listening to Steve try to convince her to bring her kids over that night, to where there was heat.

Billy had a sudden thought. “Harrington,” he hissed, pushing himself forward to grab the back of Steve’s seat, “—we don’t have a tree.”

“Oh shit,” Steve whispered, his eyes wide, and Joyce started snickering at them. “Go get everybody,” he told Joyce, his jaw set. “We’ll get a tree.”

She just smiled at them, cocking her head, and then took a deep shuddery breath and rubbed her face. “Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll get Jonathan to bring some lights. We got a ton of Christmas lights—”

For some reason, Steve winced at this, but she reached over and squeezed his arm. She held it for a long second, then cleared her throat, and climbed out of the car.

Steve nodded, gripping the steering wheel of the car, and Billy barely waited for Joyce to turn away before he hugged Steve from behind, seat and all. “What’s your problem,” he asked, but Steve laughed softly.

“Just wanna kiss you,” he said, grinning in the rearview mirror.

Joyce’s car behind them sputtered to life, and they climbed out to disconnect the cables.

“Maybe don’t turn off the engine ‘til you make it to our house,” Steve told her, yelling as a car went by, and Billy’s heart thudded in his chest, sending his blood to his face and dick and nowhere else when Steve said our house. He tried to hide his face by turning back to Steve’s car and lighting a cigarette.

“Oh,” she laughed a little jaggedly. “It, um, it’s usually...fine. I just should have started it on my lunch break, you know. In this weather. I was a little…”

“We’re going to go get a tree,” Steve told her, firmly. “You have to bring everyone tonight and help us decorate it. I think I made ornaments in school once,” he muttered. “We could make ornaments?”

“You really don’t have to,” Joyce laughed, shaking her head, poised halfway in the car. “Just get a tiny one!”

“I’m getting a huge tree!” Steve hollered back, his feet spread like he was ready to fight for his ginormous tree, and Billy crunched closer through the half-packed snow on the sidewalk and grabbed him around the waist.

“Let’s go,” he whispered. “We gotta go actually buy it.”

“Bring lots of lights!” Steve was yelling at Joyce, who had her head on her steering wheel. It looked like she was...laughing, Billy hoped.

By the time Billy got the ENTIRE GROCERY STORE Steve had bought into the kitchen, Steve was in the front room with the twelve foot tree, trying to get the door they’d had to take off back onto its hinges. He’d drug out six dusty boxes labeled things like ‘galand’ and ‘ligt stands’ and Billy was wondering whether they were stands or strands when Steve came up behind him, sliding his arms around Billy’s waist, and kissing down his neck.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and Billy leaned into it, letting his head fall to the side.

It was warming again, with the door back in place and closed against the snow, and Billy squirmed around to face Steve, pulling him closer to kiss him open-mouthed before everyone showed up. “What’re you thanking me for,” he whispered.

“Helping me with this shit,” Steve whispered back, kissing him again. “Helping Mrs. Byers.”

Steve’s kisses always went straight to Billy’s dick, and he groaned, stepping a few inches back and clearing his throat. “Damn,” Billy said, hoarsely. “Well. You said it was our house,” he told Steve, smirking. “Gotta back up my man, right.”

“Oh shit, right,” Steve mumbled, and sighed. “Wish it was our house. They don’t need to come back,” he laughed, and it had the wistful note in it that had had Billy just about willing to climb out a window every damn day and just take whatever his dad dished out. “I’d rather have you,” Steve said, grabbing the back of Billy’s neck to yank him in for a quick peck on the lips before he stalked over to stare down at the boxes. “Next Christmas I just want you.”

“...careful what you wish for,” Billy told him, crouching to open a box. It contained cassettes, and Billy smushed the lid closed fast, but not fast enough, and in moments Steve had the house filled with John Denver and the Muppets.

“I’m going home,” Billy muttered into the next box, and then Steve grabbed him and spun him around on the hardwood floor of the front room, and Billy yelled “Fuck! Augh! Fuck you!” but Steve laughed, dancing around him until Billy submitted to ‘dancing’, trying to avoid Steve’s elbows, and not get his stockinged feet stomped by Steve’s bare ones.

“Don’t go home, babe,” Steve told him, laughing, and Billy sighed in his arms.

“...like I would.”

There were ornaments. Glass, mostly, and some cut-out plastic ones of Peppermint Patty and Charlie Brown. There was a glass stork that said ‘Baby’s first Christmas, 1966’, and one with a picture of Steve on Santa’s lap staring at the camera with huge stricken eyes like he was being flashed in a different sense of the word.

“Come on, help me get the tree up, first,” Steve told him, and Billy nodded, pulling one out with a picture of Steve’s mom and dad, maybe. They looked like movie stars in a glamor shot for a magazine, and Steve looked maybe four, staring into the middle distance. “Billy Hargrove,” Steve called, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Billeeeeeeeeeee.”

Billy bit his lips as he got to his feet, and threw his arm around Steve’s shoulders, squeezing him hard. “I’m here, I’m here. Too bad we can’t get the wood stove going.”

“Oh,” Steve blinked at it. “That’d be nice, huh. There are probably pellets somewhere. Now,” Steve said, leaning back into Billy’s chest. He steepled his fingers, and Billy registered that he’d dumped three of the other boxes out in a mess of stockings, lights, and a hollow light-up snowman.

“Our tree is too big for the tree stand I found,” Steve said, like that was a normal problem to have, and Billy started snickering again. “No, no, it’ll work,” Steve mumbled, eyeing the tree and the ceiling, “—I’ll hang it from the ceiling. On a wire. And—and we can stick it in a bucket. It’ll last longer,” he announced, “—like cut flowers!”

“When is Christmas, Harrington,” Billy whispered back. “Today is Christmas eve, so how long does the tree need to last? One day, Harrington. One.”

“It’ll work,” Steve hissed back, and Billy waved as his boyfriend went off to war, a soldier searching the garage for weapons in the fight against a twelve-foot tree.

“Be brave,” Billy called, and Steve flipped him off, shutting the garage door on “—our prayers go with you!” While Steve was gone, Billy ran his fingers through his hair, and sat down to check the lights, plugging each strand into the wall. He groaned at the two that didn’t work, and considered testing every bulb...and then tiptoed to the kitchen, and wedged them into the very bottom of the trash.

Steve returned triumphant, drill in hand, and Billy got the hell out from under the ladder, stomping off to the garage himself to find an extension cord for all the lights. When he returned, Steve was trying to balance the tree on top of the bucket, and Billy tossed the extension cord aside and ran to help, so Steve could climb the ladder and wire the damned thing to the ceiling.

It looked ridiculous. “Feel like I’m in a fucking Macy’s,” Billy growled, and Steve beamed at him.

“Yank on it!” he suggested, and Billy kicked the ladder. Steve swore, glowering down.

“I’m not yanking on your monster tree, you think I wanna die like a vampire, stake through my chest,” Billy muttered, and Steve jumped down and hugged him, his sweater warm, his face cold from the air in the garage. Billy groaned into his shoulder. “...we’re boning under this thing, right,” he asked, long-suffering, and Steve blinked, then nodded.

“Yeah, I mean,” he cleared his throat, biting back a smirk. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Billy sighed again, and set his shoulders. “Okay, then.”

“Fucking love you,” Steve said fondly, and Billy glared at him, and then the piles of lights.

“Yeah?! Yeah, you—you fucking better,” he hissed, when the knock came at the door.

Jonathan and Will Byers wandered in with sleeping bags to stare at Billy’s armload of lights, and he could hear Joyce’s horrified voice when she saw the massive ham in the kitchen, next to the turkey they could have shoved Will inside of.

“Steve’s possessed,” Billy broke it to them, and Steve yelled back something about the spirit of Christmas. Billy nodded slowly, raising his eyebrows at the Byers’, and saw them realize they were as doomed as he was.

“Uh,” said Jonathan, clearing his throat. “Lemme help with the lights?”

Here’s part two! 

[babbushka]

Promises

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Reader (& KoR but not really)

2k; NSFW 

The lights pulse red, softly, slowly. It’s like a heartbeat, in the throne room, as you grind your hips down on your Supreme Leader. There are teeth on your neck, razor sharp and crooked, splitting skin and breaking blood vessels as he groans into your flesh.

It’s warm, in the throne room, steam from your bodies whispering and clinging against the cold metal of the grand architecture of the place. If you weren’t so bound, maybe you’d slap a hand against the headrest of the throne, maybe you’d watch as your wet fingers would trail all the way down.

He’s sitting in his throne, regal and imposing, looking sinister, looking menacing, looking altogether too put together for how hard his cock was inside your cunt, how hard he is for you. His palms sweat behind his leather gloves, gloves that dig deep down into the meat of your thighs as you ride him. He’s back from a mission, back from slaughtering a faction a million miles away, back and hard for you.

There’s no sound but the moans and gasps which he drags out from your throat, the groans which rumble through his chest. You feel like you’re underwater, a blanket of the Force wrapping all around you. It’s got a vice grip on your arms, pinning your wrists behind your back and keeping you in still, making sure you don’t fall off his lap.

The rough fabric of his outfit chafes against your skin, naked and flushed and scratched to high heavens. You look like you’ve been mauled by a wild animal, and some might say you had. Some might say you’ve been ravished by a monster. If he be a monster, you think as you move your hips and clench down hard, then at least he is yours.

You’re both so wrapped up in one another, licking and drooling into each other’s mouths, your cunt drooling on his cock, his cock already pulsing inside you, that you almost miss the sound of orderly footsteps shuffling in, you almost miss the sound of heavy boots thud thud thudding in time with the pulsing lights on the polished metal floor.

You want to turn your head and look, you want to see who has dared intrude upon your pleasuring your husband, but one of Kylo’s hands flies up to grip your jaw, holds you in place. You freeze though, your hips coming to a stand-still on his lap, your knees and thighs tensing against his waist, burning from the effort.

Kylo looks past you through his thick lashes, and you lavish his palm with your tongue, suck on the skin between his thumb and index finger. He looks past you to see his Knights, the KoR, kneeling at the base of the throne. He looks past you, and then back to you, your faces so close that you can see how his pupils blow wide open when he takes in the look of you.

“They want to watch.” He says, after what feels like a long while.

A shudder travels up your spine, wracks through your shoulders. Your nipples are hard, so stiff from the fucking, from the effort. Kylo senses your distress about it, and sighs low in his throat as he directs the Force to pinch and roll them, invisible hands cupping the swell of your tits.

“Is that allowed?” You gasp out, head tipping back so far that you can see them upside down, can see the lot of them, kneeling with their helmeted faces pointed towards you, all focus on you.

But as he lets his gloved hand trail down your naked body, as he presses the leather-clad thumb to your clit, as he makes you moan loud with small zig-zags on the over-sensitive and swollen bud, he takes in a sharp breath through his nose.

“That’s not up to me.” He says, and despite the trembling in your limbs, you look back up at him.

He’s so strange about things like this, you think. Kylo has killed more important people for less, has killed them for even so much as thinking about you in a sexual manner. You wonder what the logic is behind him allowing the Knights to see you in such a way. But soon you forgo all thoughts of logic at all, because there’s something thrilling about the thought of being on display.

It’s not the first time you’ve been fucked in front of an audience, not by a longshot. Kylo likes showing you off sometimes, likes making an example of his power, his claim on you. Usually those displays end with a massacre, sometimes even while he’s still coming in you, while he’s making you sob on his cock, he kills them.

You can’t imagine him killing the Knights, they’re too precious. Some are men and some are women, but all of them are wholly and completely devoted to you. When Kylo goes on missions he always leaves one or two behind, they demand it, they beg to be the one to protect you in his wake.

“They can watch.” You allow, and with that allowance the energy shifts dramatically. You can practically feel the tension in the air, can see it shimmering and crackling all around you when you say, “They’ve been good, kept me so safe while you were away. Let them watch.”

“Oh, now you’ve done it.” Kylo smirks, only for a moment, as he pushes his hips up against yours, a signal that you should resume riding him, should resume milking his cock for all the pleasure he was worth.

“Huh?” You moan, raising your hips and lowering them, pushing yourself up and down, on and off his dick. You could barely think of anything, you’re so full, feeling the head of his cock spearing into you, hard and hot and throbbing. “Oh Kylo, oh,”

“All they ever want is to please me – to please you. That praise is buzzing around all their heads.” He whispers, even though his throat is dry.

You forget sometimes, about the hivemind, forget that there’s a feedback loop that runs round and round between their brains. It’s not as strong as the Force bond you share with Kylo, but you wonder if he’s projecting his pleasure, your pleasure, straight into their veins.

“They want you, you know.” He whispers against your ear, licks the shell of your earlobe, worries it between his teeth as you slowly slowly slowly roll your body against his, “Look at them, see how they want you?”

He turns your head so you can look over your shoulder, and now the Knights are not so stoic. Now, they’re fidgeting, adjusting their cocks in their trousers, thighs clenched together to provide some small friction. If you focus, you can hear the harsh breath through their vocoders as they watch. You think it’s an unfair view, they only get to see your back, your ass.

“They do?” You ask, even though it’s a stupid question. You can smell the sex that radiates from them, the musk. Kylo bites down hard on your jaw, bruises crooked crescents into your flesh.

“They’re going to go fuck one another in just a few minutes, I can hear it in their heads.” He murmurs, and you tear your gaze away from them to focus your attention back on your husband.

“What’s holding them back?” You ask between hiccupped moans, tears slipping down your cheeks from the stimulation, from The Force choking you, grabbing you, fucking you.

He likes that, likes fucking you with the Force, likes shoving his invisible fingers so far up your pussy that you feel it in your throat, likes stimulating your gspot and your clit and your nipples all at the same time. It’s such a pretty sound when you cry for him, he says, and so you do, you do you do you do.

“They’re waiting for my word.” Kylo answers you, even though his attention is strained too, even though he’s trying not to come, not yet. He wants to drag this out, wants you to shout for him.

“Are you gonna kill them? For seeing this, for seeing me.” You ask, your tits bouncing from the way you ride his cock, the way you guide his dick against your walls with contractions of your muscles, clenching around him and making his bare his teeth with a pleasured growl.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. They’re hard to replace, but not impossible.” He’s had enough of this, you can tell, has had enough of you being on top. He wants to rail you, wants to fuck you hard, and before you know if, the throne is tipping backwards so that it rests at an angle, and he’s flipping your positions. “As long as it’s something you want, something that makes you feel good, then they can stay.”

You nod, settling your back against the plush cushion of the throne as he fucks you hard, rough, feral. His teeth are bared and he snarls into the crook of your throat as his cock spears into your pussy, as his hands yank your thighs around his waist, as he pulls one of your legs up over his shoulder, as he forces his entire body weight on top of you.

“Kylo!” You scream for him, coming, coming so hard as he slaps his hips against yours, as the denim and leather of his clothing scrapes you up, as his grip is all over you all at once, as you can’t tell where his hands end and the Force begins.

They’re nearly rabid, the Knights, hearing you scream, hearing you cry, hearing your pussy squelch as their Supreme Leader blows his load deep into you, as he fucks you through it. He drags his cock in and out as slowly as you had been riding him, hips rolling against yours, undulating to the beat of the pulsing lights, and you shake rattle sob sob sob, moans high and loud and injecting straight to the Knight’s bloodstream.

Kylo is silent, but he must have mentally dismissed them, because before you can even blink they’re storming out of the throne room, they’re tripping over themselves, snapping at one another, nearly jumping through the spaces between one another as they race out of the room, race toward their own chambers.

You can feel his cock twitching inside you, coming hard, too hard for him to really even move. Your orgasm has you floating, has you dizzy, but you wrap your arms around your man and you hold him close, let him empty his balls into you. Something sick inside you thinks you were made perfectly for this, for taking him.

Something even more sick thinks you’d be perfect to take them all too.

“Maybe…” You say, voice hushed, not wanting to be too loud in his ear. “Maybe if they’re extra good, the next time I mean, maybe they can have a taste.”

Kylo’s cock suddenly grinds up into you with renewed vigor, and you can tell that he could get off to the thought of that, could get off easy. With his cock still inside you, he brings his hand up to your clit, massages the bundle of nerves there until you’re panting for him, breathing hard again, as even more of your combined come oozes out of your sore cunt.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep.” He orders, and you grin, opening your mouth and letting him drool into it, sucking on his tongue, letting him bite your lips hard.

“Oh,” You moan, feeling impossibly full and yet still desperate for more, “Oh, I’ll keep them.”

And when Kylo looks back up at you, with his eyes flickering red and gold, with his with cheeks flushed and sweaty, with his lips swollen and red, with his hair damp and hanging in his face, you get another deep big shudder up your spine.

Because when he looks back up at you, it’s with a grin.

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Enticing (25)

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They lay in the pure intimacy of their bedroom after their lovemaking session. He has just asked her to travel with him to a country that she has always dreamt of visiting. She is a bit surprised by his sudden proposal. He has gone on business trips alone before. So, what has changed?

“I don’t even own a passport.” David groans as he raises to his feet. He faces Y/N from the end of the bed before bending down and reaching down for his phone. He begins tapping on his phone, clearly texting someone else.

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll fix that for you” David has enough connections to be able to get her a passport before they arrive back in the city. He is still pretty surprised that Y/N hasn’t had the opportunity to see the world. That single fact instantly makes the trip more important to him. He is going to be able to show her the world.

“What about Henry? Is he coming with us? Who is going to take care of him?” She sits up in bed and begins readjusting her top and tying the bottoms that David had undone.

“He is staying in New York. He is still too young. I’ll get a babysitter” Y/N perks up at the mention of the babysitter.

“He already has me, David. It’s my job to take care of him. That’s what you are paying me for” Y/N gets off the bed in search of a mirror to fix her crazy hair.

“That’s something I need to talk to you about” David has given it a lot of thought. Ever since he first asked her to be his. He doesn’t want her to work for him anymore. It all feels wrong. “Although we’ll talk about that when we get home” He dismisses, not sure how that particular conversation is going to go. He feels they should be in the privacy and coziness of the penthouse before he drops the bomb on her. “Henry is not coming babe”.

“But…”

“I just said no” His voice is rougher like the one she hears him use towards his employees. “Period. Henry is staying and that’s final” She bites her own tongue, stopping her own fingers from continuing to go through her hair. She can see him through the bathroom mirror. He is frowning as he finishes tying his swimming trunks.

“Fine” She snaps back as she tries her best not to feel offended by his sharp and demanding tone. “When are we leaving?” She exhales as she turns to face him, leaning against the bathroom counter. David’s frown softens and his demeanor instantly changes. The dark cloud over his head seems to evaporate in seconds.

“A week from today” He hates using that tone on her, but his temper runs short when people defied him. He still feels shitty because he knows that she only meant well. “Come here” David reaches out. She cautiously walks up to him. His hands make their way around her waist before nudging the side of her head with his forehead. He puckers his lips asking for a kiss. She can’t stop a smile from spreading at his soft gesture. She gently gives him a chaste kiss. “Let’s go upstairs. My mom is probably waiting for us”.

The rest of Dobrik’s clan is waiting for them. The food has been served on the big table on the sun deck. All types of meat including lamb and a bunch of sides have been placed on the table. Y/N grips his hand tightly as they approach the table, she can’t help feeling like everyone knows what they were doing.

“There you are! I almost went looking for you” Mrs. Dobrik calls out, “Please sit and enjoy” David pulls Y/N’s seat out for her before sitting beside her. They quietly start serving themselves meanwhile Y/N tries to ignore Mr. Dobrik’s hard stare.

“Is there something you would like to share, father?” His stare certainly doesn’t go unnoticed by his oldest. Mr. Dobrik looks over at David with pursing lips.

“I don’t think it’s a dining table conversation son. It’s best if we leave it for later” David raises an eyebrow at him as he tries to figure out what he is referring to.

“Then I suggest you stop starring at my girlfriend and making her uncomfortable” Y/N’s eyes widen as she turns to look at David, wanting to smack him for his bluntness. If she wasn’t feeling uncomfortable, she certainly is now. The entire table is completely quiet. It is a staring contest between the men of the family aside from Nathaniel, who seems too invested in his food to participate.

“Forgive me, Y/N. I didn’t mean to be rude” Mr. Dobrik tears his eyes away from his son’s that look so much like his mother’s. He is apologizing, but Y/N could see that he didn’t mean a single word.

“There is no need, Mr. Dobrik. It’s no big deal” Y/N fakes smile at him before staring down to her food. Mrs.Dobrik exhales loudly as she tries her best to thinking of something quickly to break the awkward tension.

“Snorkeling or tubbing next, Y/N?” It is Allison who finally interjects as she reaches out for the giant bowl of cold pasta salad.

“Tubbing? On what?” Y/N giggles; thankful to have Allison around.

“On a hot dog or burger. It’s your choice” David’s younger sister knew how uncomfortable her brother and father can make guests feel. Allison is reliving the same situation that she endured when she had brought Nate home. Her father had treated him like shit. It wasn't until Allison put her foot down and David almost threw himself on his father that he stopped his snarling and condescending comments towards Nate. Either way, he still treated him unkindly at times.

Allison knows that it’s worthless to stay mad at her father. He has always been this way. They have all tried to change him, but they haven’t had much success. Allison just doesn’t understand why her mother never says anything and allows their father to walk all over them.

“Hot dog sounds fun” Y/N smiles as she looks back down at her food. The altercation had honestly ruined her appetite.  David seems to have no problem eating. He looks unbothered by it, but in reality, he is fuming from inside. He is beyond pissed. He just can’t wait until everyone leaves and he can have a moment alone with his father. Mr. Dobrik was going to get a piece of his mind whether he likes it or not.

Allison and Nate are the first to excuse themselves after coffee and dessert. Mrs. Dobrik rises to her feet and looks over at Y/N who seems uncomfortable.

“Let’s go honey” She stretches out her hand for take. Just as Y/N pushes her seat away from the table, Mr. Dobrik’s hand smacks against the table. All the plates, silverware, and porcelain shake; startling the women.

“You leave,” Mr. Dobrik says as he looks at his wife. “This has nothing to do with you”.

“Excuse me?” Mrs. Dobrik asks back with her hands on her hips.

“I told you to leave. Don’t make me ask you again because it won’t be nice” He snaps at her, causing her for her demeanor to instantly changed. That tone is too familiar to her and hearing it only brings dark memories. Horrible memories enough to make her feel scared and bite down her tongue. 

“Do not talk to my mother like that” It’s David’s turn to snap at him. He can’t sit back and watch how his father verbally abuses his mother. He might not be hitting her, but he knows that his words have the same effect. His words sometimes hurt her more than his fists.

“She is my wife! I can talk to her however I please!” Mr. Dobrik responds. Not fone bit aced by his son's harsh tone.

“Honey, just listen to your father. I am fine” She feels like a fool for believing her husband's promise. He had promised her that he wouldn’t cause a conflict.

“Go with my mom, babe” David can change the tone of his voice for her as he sees his girlfriend’s concern expression. Y/N quickly stands up to comply with his demand. 

“NO! This is concerns her therefore she should be here” Mr. Dobrik exclaims making both women shake. Y/N stops moving as Mrs.Dobrik continues walking out and gives her a reassuring nod.

“I just told you to leave, Y/N” David’s protecting side arising. He doesn’t want her around just in case it gets uglier.

“It’s okay” Y/N knows that his father won’t back out and whatever he has to say she can take it. She isn’t going to hide behind David. She is a strong, independent woman that could take the ignorant opinions of an abusing man, especially with her boyfriend by her side —at least that what she thinks. David purses his lips and looks back at his father.

“It’s funny how your girlfriend has more balls than you, David” Mr.Dobrik sarcastically chuckles as he looks over at Y/N. “I am surprised, Ms. Y/L/N. I didn’t think you had it in you”.

“You don’t know many things about me, Mr. Dobrik. You would be astounded to know that I am not like other women” She snaps back as tries her best not to feel intimidated.

“That is certainly true. I was surprised to find out that you aren’t who you say you are, Ms. Y/LN. Did you know that, son?” He asks as he looks over at his oldest. “You have no idea who you are sleeping with”.  David chuckles but continues to listen to his preposterous statements. “Is Y/N even your real name?”. 

“It is Mr. Dobrik and I’ve been nothing, but honest with your son. Therefore, I would love to hear an apology coming from you” She kindly smiles at him. 

“She is a fucking nanny, David!” He snaps, Y/N calm demeanor is easily getting under his skin. “She doesn’t work for Alessandro. Is all bullshit. “She is probably some gold digger” He looks at her with disgust. 

That was enough for David.  

“Don’t you fucking dare to talk about her like that” Mr. Dobrik smirks pleased with the reaction has he has just gotten out of him. “I am well aware that she is a nanny, father” David chuckles as he crosses his fingers with one another, entertained by the show that his father has just put on.

“She doesn’t even come from a proper family. How do you think that the media will react when they find out that she is nothing, but your son's nanny?!” He spats. 

“I took her to the gala, father. They already know. We were seen by hundredths and a bunch of pictures where taken of us” David rolls his eyes before rising to his feet. “Instead of making a big altercation of this, you could have just asked me about it and I would’ve told you. I am not hiding her”. David takes Y/N hand, ready to leave. 

“Her father is dead, David.  God only knows who and where her mother is!” Mr.Dobrik says just before they can leave the room. The small comment is enough for Y/N to let David’s hand go and turn back.

“You have no right to talk about my father, Mr.Dobrik. Let alone about my mother or anything that concerns my family. You might have all the money that anyone could dream of, but not everything can be resolved with money. You are an abuser and at least my father never touched or thought about hurting any of us. Instead of continuing to mistreat your family maybe you could thank them for all the abuse that they’ve had to endure. You should also worship the ground that Mrs. Dobrik walks on because she deserves an award for keeping up with your horrific personality and cruel attitude”  His snarly comment about her father had been enough to set her up in flames. No one would ever mess up his memory especially when she was around. She loves her father and all she has left of him is the fun-loving memories of him and she isn’t going to allow anyone to change that.

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[breakable-girls-and-boys]

Crooked Smile Ch 2

~It makes it somewhat less appealing to be feeling like you're stealing someone else's broken heart~

Holly woke up with a splitting headache. Everything hurt, and she felt like she might be sick. Hobbling her way to the bathroom, she bent over the sink and groaned. She didn’t remember drinking that much at the bar. And then, suddenly, she recalled grabbing a bottle from her cabinet the moment she got home and chugging as much as she could before Rachel ripped it away from her. Holly splashed cold water on her face, dried it with a towel, and then made her way to the kitchen, where the scent of bacon flooded her nostrils.

“Oh good, I was worried you might’ve drank yourself to death,” Rachel commented as she flipped an egg in the skillet.

“I wish I was dead,” Holly mumbled, flopping into a chair at the table.

“Well, maybe this will help.” Rachel set a plate of fried eggs, bacon, and toast with jam in front of her. The smell of the greasy food made her stomach rumble, and Holly quickly dove in, fork first.

Rachel made up her own plate and sat down across from Holly.

“So, when do you go back to work?”

“Tomorrow,” Holly spoke through a mouth full of egg.

“You are so gorgeous when you talk with your mouth full,” Rachel said sarcastically.

Holly took a big bite of her toast and smiled openly. “I know.”

Both women chortled at Holly’s antics. They finished their breakfast in silence, and when they were done, Rachel stood and began to clean up.

“You don’t have to do that.” Holly’s voice was muffled by her arms as she laid her head on the table.

“Well I’m not about to let the dishes sit here and attract all manner of creatures,” Rachel retorted.

“Rachel, I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, I’d say you should start with a shower, cuz you got alcohol coming out of your pores,” Rachel teased gently.

“I mean about work. About Gail.”

“Oooh,” Rachel said in understanding as she dried her hands. Hanging up the towel, she turned to face Holly and rested her arms on the table. “You go to work. You do what you always do and just… keep going. It’s gonna suck, that’s for sure. But, I know you. And I know you can make it through this.” Rachel smiled at her friend, even though Holly still had her head buried in her arms.

“Plus, aren’t you like the boss now? Wasn’t that part of the deal? You come back and they give you a promotion? So you can hand off cases you don’t want, right?”

Holly finally looked up.

“Yeah. I suppose so,” Holly said as she attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes. “Ok, I’m gonna go shower. If I’m not done in 30, I’ve died and I need to you begin planning my funeral.”

The sound of Rachel’s chuckles followed Holly as she trudged her way upstairs.

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“So,” Oliver said, plopping himself down on Gail’s desk. “Holly’s back.”

“Yep,” Gail said, popping the ‘p’.

“Traci told me.” Oliver began fiddling with his fingers. “How ya doin’, darlin’?”

“I’m fine,” Gail said flatly, leaning back in her chair.

Oliver looked her over. He could see right through that icy exterior. She wasn’t fine, but he knew that if Gail Peck didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t.

“Well good, because there’s a homicide over on Euclid. I need you to go over there with Anderson.” Oliver patted Gail on the back before walking away.

There were already multiple squad cars on the scene and the area had been taped off by the time Gail and Frankie pulled up. Both women got out of the car and made their way into the house. They stepped carefully over the blood splattered on the floor and around the broken glass in the entry way and walked to the kitchen. Chloe and Nick turned around at the detectives’ entrance.

“The victim is Richard Donaldson, 57 years old. Shot once in the abdomen. He lived alone,” Nick informed them. “Looks like a possible robbery gone bad. It appears that some items are missing and his wallet was picked clean.”

“Ok, let’s get someone to get a trace out on his credit cards in case the suspect is stupid enough to use them,” Frankie began, “And I want that wallet dusted for prints.”

“Murder weapon?” Gail asked.

“We’re still searching the house, but we haven’t found it yet,” Chloe answered.

“Canvass the neighbors, see if anyone saw something,” Gail ordered.

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Holly was only about halfway into the autopsy when Gail Peck and a detective she did not know entered her lab.

“So whaddya got for us, doc?” the detective asked.

Holly flashed a tentative smile at Gail before directing her attention to the other woman.

“Well, he died of exsanguination from a single gun shot wound to the left upper quadrant of the abdomen. The bullet pierced the spleen, causing the massive hemorrhage,” Holly said as she pointed to the open cadaver on her table.

The detective stared blankly at Holly, before asking, “What?”

Holly chuckled softly, her mouth forming a lopsided smile.

“He bled out from a single GSW to the stomach,” Holly explained.

“Well, why didn’t you just say that?”

“She did, Frankie,” Gail said. “You’re just an idiot.”

Frankie brushed off the comment and rested her hands on the exam table.

“Did you recover the bullet?” Frankie asked.

“Hands off the table, please. And yes,” Holly said, reaching for a small plastic container and offering it to the detective.

Frankie took the proffered evidence and held it up to the light. A small caliber bullet tumbled around inside the container.

“Thanks,” Frankie said, nodding in Holly’s direction.

Frankie started for the door but stopped short when she realized Gail had not followed her.

Gail stood where she was, watching Holly as she continued to examine the cadaver. Holly could feel Gail’s eyes on her, but attempted to go about her business as if no one else was there. The tension in the room was palpable and Frankie looked back and forth between the two women.

“So, uh, have… how have you been settling in?” Gail asked tentatively, staring down at her clasped hands.

The question startled Holly. She immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up at the woman standing across the table, staring for a beat.

“Uh, good. It’s been good,” Holly mused. “It’s kind of different being in charge, but I’m enjoying it so far.”

“Good, that’s good,” Gail said.

“What about you?” Holly asked. “You’re a detective now?”

“Yeah, just this past year.”

“Hey, Shaw needs us back at the precinct, like now,” Frankie interrupted, no longer willing to suffer the awkward exchange unfolding before her.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Ok,” Gail mumbled as she backed towards the doorway Frankie was standing in.

“I’ll let you know if I find anything else,” Holly offered.

“Thank you,” Gail said, avoiding her eyes.

“It was nice to see you, Gail,” Holly said, looking wistfully at the departing detective. “And nice to meet you, Detective…uh…”

“Anderson, Frankie Anderson.”

Holly flashed a small, lopsided smile at the detectives as they left her lab. When the women had rounded the corner, Holly put her head in her hands. She took a deep, steadying breath, shook her head to clear it, and got back to the work at hand.

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“What the hell was that?” Frankie demanded as she and Gail exited the morgue.

“What was what?”

“That painfully awkward, tension-filled excuse for a conversation you just had with the mortician?”

“She’s a forensic pathologist,” Gail said as she climbed into the driver’s seat of the car.

“So does this nerd have a name?” Frankie asked, buckling herself into the passenger seat.

Gail threw the car into drive and peeled out of the parking lot. Her eyes didn’t leave the road as she spoke.

“Her name is Holly Stewart.”

“Well she is fucking hot,” Frankie mused appreciatively.

“She’s not a piece of meat, Frankie,” Gail snapped, her knuckles turned white as her grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Is she like your side piece, or something?”

“What?” Gail asked incredulously. She hit the brakes a little too roughly and the car came to a rather abrupt stop at the stop sign. Gail turned to look at her partner.

“You’re awfully defensive, so I just assumed it’s because you’re tapping that,” Frankie said, shrugging her shoulders.

“I am not! I-I, where would you- what do you- I-” Gail took a steadying breath and continued on down the road. “She and I… we, uh, we dated a couple years ago.”

“And?”

“And what? That’s it.”

“That is not all, you liar,” Frankie said. “You would not be this riled up over someone you dated ‘a couple years ago’.”

Gail’s jaw clenched and she tightened her grip on the wheel, but she continued to stare straight ahead. After about a minute or two, Gail broke the silence.

“She left me,” Gail whispered so soft Frankie almost didn’t catch it. But Gail continued, and Frankie knew it was best to just let her get it all out. “She took a job in San Francisco. You know she asked me to come with her?” Gail glanced at Frankie, Frankie shook her head ‘no’. Gail continued, “We had just gotten back together after I was an idiot, and things were great. And then she dropped that on me. And I couldn’t tell her not to go, it was the opportunity of a lifetime. But I couldn’t just leave my life here. And on top of that, I was trying to adopt Sofie, and, well you know how that panned out.” Gail’s sentence trailed off.

“Did you guys try long distance?” Frankie asked softly, scared of startling Gail into silence.

“Frankie, I’m not even good at regular, close-distance relationships.”

“True, very true.” Frankie nodded in understanding.

The rest of the drive back to the 15th precinct was spent in silence.

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Gail set her bag down by the front door of the apartment. The smell of garlic and onions filled her nose. She removed her jacket and hanged it on the coat rack before making her way to the kitchen. Sarah was standing at the counter, chopping some vegetables. She walked up quietly behind her fiancée and wrapped her arms around Sarah’s waist, pulling the woman gently back into herself. Gail tenderly trailed kisses down Sarah’s cheek and neck. Sarah stopped what she was doing and raised a hand up to cup Gail’s face.

“Hi,” she giggled.

“Mmm, something smells good,” Gail said.

“I’m making pasta.”

Gail pulled away from Sarah and grabbed the spoon from the pan on the stove. She scooped out a noodle and some sauce and quickly blew on it and shoved it in her mouth before Sarah could protest.

“Gail!” She exclaimed, smacking her gently on the arm with a potholder. “Get out of my kitchen!” She continued to swing at Gail.

Gail giggled as she defended herself from the onslaught with the potholder. She was able to catch Sarah’s arms and pin her against the counter, both women laughing as she did so. Gail caught her fiancée’s lips in a tender kiss. She released Sarah’s arms and moved her own hands to Sarah’s waist. Slowly, she moved her hands up and under Sarah’s shirt, caressing the soft skin at her hips. Sarah swatted her hands away gently.

“Go get settled. I’ll call you when dinner is ready,” Sarah said, ending her sentence with a quick kiss.

Gail shrugged out of her button up shirt and sighed in relief as she removed the cage of her bra and slipped her well-worn academy shirt over her head. She shimmied out of her slacks and slipped on her sweatpants. Then she made her way back out to the kitchen to set the table.

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“So how was work today?” Sarah asked around a bite of pasta.

“Uh, it was ok,” Gail said. “Frankie and I are working a new case.” “Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s early and we don’t have much evidence to go on just yet.” Gail took a large bite of her dinner.

“Is everything ok?” Sarah asked, looking up at the woman sitting across the table from her.

Gail stopped chewing and looked up at her fiancée.

“What?”

“Is everything ok? It’s just, you’ve been kind of… off, the past few days. Did something happen at work?”

Gail searched the eyes of the woman sitting in front of her. All she found was love and concern staring back at her.

“I’m fine,” Gail said. Sarah shot her a look of disbelief. “Really, I am. It’s just been a little stressful lately with the new rookies and what not.” She was only half lying, the rookies this year have been awful.

They rounded out their night watching a movie on the couch. Gail hadn’t paid much attention, but made an effort to laugh when Sarah did. Her mind was too preoccupied with rerunning the interaction between Holly and herself in the lab today.

When she had finished brushing her teeth and turned out the lights, Gail crawled into bed next to Sarah. She turned and snuggled into Gail’s chest.

“Goodnight, baby,” she whispered. “I love you.”

Gail exhaled slowly before whispering,”I love you too.”

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

You and Kozik were best friends. He was always with you when he wasn’t with the MC. When he had down time, he spent it at your place.

“Hey princess? You busy right now?” He asks, calling you your favorite nickname, though you had plenty of those.

“Nah, why? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Just had a question. I’m getting patched into SAMCRO tonight, wondered if you’d wanna come hang out?” You considered it, but you weren’t sure where you’d fit in.

“I don’t know, Koz. I’m not really SAMCRO material. I’’m not a crow eater, and I’m not an old lady. Ya know?” You ask, but you hear a chuckle on the other end.

“Hey, as far as anyone’s concerned its just you and me. A’right? Anyway, get dressed I’m already on my way.” He chuckles, hanging up on you. You got dressed, though you contemplated not doing it. A pair of black studded shorts, biker boots, and his old SAMTAC shirt that you’d hacked into an off the shoulder top. “Hey!” He shouts as he jogs up the steps to greet you. His eyes fell to the short shorts and exposed collarbone. He frowned for a moment.

“What?” You ask, his facial expression not going unnoticed.

“Nothin’. You ready?” You nod hesitantly, not sure what he’d been thinking, but you ignore it, putting on your helmet. As the two of you climbed onto the motorcycle, he hauls your bare legs up around his waist. “You’re gonna burn ‘em.” He shouts over the roar of the bike before he takes off, heading back to Charming with his girl hugged tight to him. His girl. That had a ring to it, didn’t it? He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he pulled into Teller-Morrow. How did you expect to fit dressed like that? Short shorts and his old SAMTAC tee, or what was left of it, you stood out. Shivering as the chilly breeze swept past you, Kozik took the opportunity to offer you his SAMCRO sweatshirt from the bag mounted over the handlebars. You declined his offer, sitting on the table and putting your boots on the seat of the picnic table.

“This wasn’t a good idea. I’m not some crow eater, and the minute I walk in there its gonna be up for grabs.” You sigh, starting towards the road to call a cab.

“Hey, I said I got you. I got you.” He assures, steering you into the building. You’re met with hugs and greetings alike, all nice and welcoming. “Guys, this is my ol’ lady.” You choke on his words, coughing quickly to cover it up.

“Nice man, where’s her crow?” Tig asks, eyeing your exposed skin.

“Doesn’t have it yet.” He barks, you watch the anger and hatred float between the two like a heavy rain cloud.

“Tiggy, Lanna, Lanna this is Tig.” He nips, a protective hand covering your hip as he pulled you against him. Tig kissed your knuckles like a gentleman, and you blushed. Kozik was quick to wheel you away from his friends, sitting you at a table with Gemma and Tara before he disappeared into the crowd. You were hurt when you found women fawning over him, the freshest meat in the place, but he was jealous of even Tig’s gentlemanly gesture. So much so he sat you at the mom table.

“So you and Kozik, how long you two been together?”

“A year,” you respond, watching him chuckle when a woman purrs something in his ear. She nibbles on his ear and kisses at his neck. You roll your eyes and heave a sigh. Perfect timing. You giggle as Tig finds his way to you, a drink in his hand and a smile on his face.

“Hey darlin’ you look lonely. Mind if I join?” Gemma and Tara had gotten up and disappeared leaving you there with Tig. His arm lands over your shoulder as he kicks back, enjoying the party. “You and Kozik, he’s never mentioned you before. You really his ol’ lady?”

“No, just his friend. He wanted me here to celebrate, though I’m not sure why. I haven’t seen him since he almost ate your head off.” You shrug, feeling your heart ache.

“Sorry doll, I guess he’s soaking it in, huh? You okay here? I’ll take ya home if you like. No questions asked. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He chuckles. You nod, accepting his offer. You were plenty ready to get away from this madness. Kozik’s eyes fall on Tig’s hand leading you out of the building, and he follows hot on your heels.

You accept the helmet from Tig, slipping it on and adjusting it before getting onto the back of his motorcycle. Kozik watched on as the two drove out of the lot. He was seething, he couldn’t believe you’d just leave without saying anything. Starting his bike after a moment, he followed them for a little ways, they were headed back to Tacoma. He stopped in the middle of the lane, turned around and went back to TM. She must’ve been tired, he assures as he heads back into the party. An hour later Tig arrived back, and by then Kozik was drunk enough to confront him.

“You enjoy her?” He slurs, stepping into Tig’s path.

“What?” The ebony-haired man asks, eyes squinting at the drunk.

“You heard me. Did you?”

“She’s home safe, if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t do anything, you moron. I just took her home like she asked.” He rolls his eyes trying to step passed the drunken man.

“Tiggy, did you fuck her?”

“No man! Stop asking!” He barks.

“Tig, did you fuck her?” He shouts, stopping everyone.

“NO! I TOOK HER HOME!” He shrieks, slamming his beer on the table and squaring his shoulders. He watched the blonde teeter for a second..

“Why didn’t she tell me she wanted to go home, then?” He asks.

“Because you were a little busy with her.” He waves a hand to the crow eater tucked under his arm.

“Nah, it doesn’t matter. She’s just a friend, not like she cares who I bang as long as I give her a little dick too.” He slurs, not realizing what he said. Without a second thought, he and the crow eater head to his room.

Tig stood there in shock, with everyone else. Kozik wasn’t shy about his sex life, even bragged most times, but he’d never mentioned you that way before. Tig wondered if that was how he really felt. He stewed on what Kozik said all night. You were a sweet girl, shy but you seemed to really like that blonde moron. Tig had respected you, even in a way that Kozik hadn’t.

“Morning,” Kozik grumbles, walking passed him.

“You’re an asshole. I’ve tried to justify what you said all night. All night, but I can’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He barks, wincing at his headache.

“You were so drunk you don’t even remember.” He laughs, taking a drink from his coffee cup.

“What? And where did Lanna go last night?”

“I took her home.”

“Ah, thanks man.”

“You know you said that she was your friend, and it didn’t matter who you banged as long as she got some dick too?” Kozik stopped mid step towards the bathroom and turned around.

“Nah, I didn’t do th—“

“You sure did, in front of everyone here. That wonderful crow eater got your phone after you passed out, called her and told her what you said. Said she was lucky enough to get some of that Kozik dick too.” Gemma interrupts him, clasping her hands together. Gemma watched on as his eyes bulged and darkened, his hands visibly shaking.

“No, no I didn’t. She’d never believe that crow eater.” He assures himself more than anyone else. “Would she?” He questions it, but he stops thinking and runs for his bike. He had to make it up to her. She probably thought the worst of him. He invited her to this party, and was insulted.

He tore into the driveway to find another motorcycle there. Happy’s. He started towards the door when Happy met him on the porch, arms crossed over his chest.

“She doesn’t wanna talk, man.” He barks, watching Kozik head towards the back door.

“I gotta see her. I gotta apologize, man. I said some shit-“

“We all know what you said.” He drones, pushing him back.

“Well I gotta apologize shithead! Let me through!” He pleads, looking through the window trying to get a glimpse of you.

You sat on the bathroom floor bawling, you hadn’t quit since you got the call from that crow eater bitch. You knew you shouldn’t be upset. After all, he wasn’t wrong. You’d occasionally slept together, but it was something intimate, something you didn’t share with anyone. You supposed you shouldn’t be mad, you were the one who didn’t want to be an ol’ lady. You didn’t want the title, so how could you want the benefits?

“Princess! I know you can hear me!” He shouts, his voice quaking and muffled through the walls. “Lanna! Please! I didn’t mean what I said!” He shouts.

Kozik pounded on the door relentlessly, praying you’d let him in. Finding some kind of strength, you stumble your way to the door unlocking it and swinging it open before heading back to the safety of the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Babygirl, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that shit. Fuck, I was so drunk. I’m sorry.” He whispers, eyes pleading you.

“Did you enjoy her?” You snip, hearing the one thing click and the door open. He saw you in a mess on the floor, eyes bright red and swollen. His heart broke.

“Oh princess. Christ baby. I’m so sorry.” He drops to his knees, gathering you into his strong arms.

“Did you like it?” You whisper, trying to pull away from him.

“I don’t remember it. I just remember this morning when they told me what I said. I’m sorry for ditching you, too. I didn’t mean it.” You shrug.

“I can’t be mad. It’s not fair. I told you I’d never be an ol’ lady.” You huff, trying to stop crying.

“Babygirl, I shouldn’t have done it. I never should have invited you and then acted the way I did. I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay baby, I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I left without saying anything. Don’t worry tho, that Tig was a total gentleman, even offered to sleep on the couch if I needed someone here.” You chuckle.

“I’m really sorry.” He whispers, gripping you tightly against his body. Pressing hard kisses to your forehead, he grabs your face, planting a hot and heavy kiss on your lips. “Fuck that old lady bull crap, be my wife. I’ll be your husband.” He whispers, still hugging you tightly.

“Kozik, you don’t mean that.” You hush, pushing him away from you.

“Yeah I do. I want you, forever. Whatever our little pissing match was yesterday, it’s over. You and me, now and forever. I’m not taking no for an answer. So shut up, get up, and let’s go on a real date. Preferable before Happy gets in here and kills me.” You chuckle and stand up, letting him lead you out of the bathroom.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He presses a hard kiss to your lips once more, dragging you tightly against his body.