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femdomlieeh · 2 months

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Sunset (m)

Sub!Pussy drunk!Needy!Beomgyu (TXT) x Dom!Afab!Reader

THEMES—nsfw ✧ a bit romantic ✧ and emo ✧ just a tiny bit toxic ✧ a bit nasty

WARNING—4.3k wc ✧ public sex (car by the beach) ✧ good boy & bratty!beom ✧ oral (f rec.) ✧ body worship (f rec.) ✧ teasing (f/m rec.) ✧ face-sitting (m rec.) ✧ praising ✧ light degradation (calling him dirty, your little slut etc) ✧ hickeys (f rec.) ✧ spitting (m rec.) ✧ hand job ✧ crying ✧ brief cum play ✧ cumming untouched ✧ hair pulling (m rec.) ✧ pet names (mommy, baby, little slut etc)

NOW PLAYING—SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE ✧ Tyler, the Creator ft Brent Faiyaz & Fana Hues

M.LISTS—txt ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

A/N. To sort out any possible confusion, this is what the interior of the car looks like; vintage, flat like a bed style. BUT imagine it's a roof less car🤟

You were sitting on the driver's seat with your right hand on the steering wheel, left hand up in the air, warm wind kissing your skin before you put it down to rest on the edge of the car door. He was laying across the passenger's seat with his head on your thighs, staring up at the sky. You were on your way to nowhere in particular. This was your definition of adventure. His smile was bright contrary to his past, his eyes were full of the hope of a child and his laugh was the sound of an angel. With his sock-clad feet on the edge of the door and his long, fluffy, soft hair on your exposed legs he lowly sang along to a song.

You were watching the road, he was watching the pineapple purple sky until his eyes were on you. Smirk grew on his face. God knows what was going through that mischievous mind of his.

You remembered his soft lips crafted by the most-detailed-and-in-love artist on the skin on your thighs. The kisses he left were so light, barely brushing against you. Your hand found its way to his hair, he looked up at you with those impure eyes as the kisses he placed got slightly rougher. He loved seeing your reactions to his touches, gaining your approval; the satisfaction of your pleasure. Insecure boy. And damn was he horny too. Or was he in love?

Maybe he just lived in the moment.

Who would have the idea of spontaneously driving to nowhere for no reason, taking off their shoes, resting their feet on the edge of a car driving in high speed to get fanned for free by Mother Nature, put their head on the driver's lap and start kissing their thighs?

Beomgyu.

That was the simple answer. Beomgyu and nobody else.

He was the kind of character you saw in films and wish you'd had the pleasure of acquainting yourself with in real life but you don't because those people came from someone's fantasy and were carefully written and too rare to find in real life. You were lucky to have met him. Your dear, sweet Beomgyu.

After some minutes, he turned his body completely and laid on his tummy so he could get easier access to your skin, instead of having to turn his neck to kiss. Wearing shorts today had its perks. Kisses were peppered with so much care as he put his hand on your left leg and caressed it lightly so it'd be occupied and get attention too. As each second passed by it got harder and harder to focus on the road. He was such a distraction and he knew it. He loved distracting you. He loved any attention you gave him really, whether it was direct words when you'd praise or degrade or just knowing he was present in your thoughts whenever he received a cute "I miss you" text during long work hours.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

After two extra passionate kisses he answered, "Loving you."

"I'm driving."

Kiss. "Yes." Kiss. "And?" Kiss.

"Can't you love me some other time?"

He looked at you. Kiss. "Impossible." Kiss. "I can't not love you." Kiss.

You put your hand on his cheek softly, "I love you too, Beomgyu." Looking at the road, you couldn't see him but you felt his cheek move into a smile against your palm upon hearing your words. You smiled back at him, taking a quick glance at him and detecting a strand of hair in his eyes. In a split second you brushed his hair away, before Beomgyu went back to kissing your thighs again. He had always been so affectionate towards you, showing how much he appreciates all of you: your mind, your face, your body — your everything. He was so good with his words, hands and lips. You loved all of him.

A slow Lana Del Rey song later his featherlight kisses grew deeper until he was sucking on your flesh, trying to create purple marks. "You're making hickeys? How juvenile."

He laughed at your comment. It was true. Last time he remembered he'd put effort into creating hickeys was back in high school. "Maybe, but I bet your thighs will be so pretty with hickeys on them," he went back to work, making sure to suck more harshly to emphasise his point.

You were starting to get wet. And it was hard concentrating on the road and trying not to look down at the pretty man's lips on your lap every minute. You were driving on an empty country road so, thankfully, nobody could witness this raw act of love. Five or six or — who knows? — that's how many hickeys Beomgyu had created already and he was not finished yet. He experimentally bit on your thigh, looking up at you to observe if you liked it. "Hmmm." His bite got a little bit harder, still looking at you. "A bit gentler, Baby," you patted his head. "Okey," he smiled cutely at your small action and nickname and went back to the same force as on the first bite. Fuck, you needed to get out of this car and fuck him soon or you would go crazy.

The sun had begun to set. 19:22. There was plenty of time until the sun was down and gone. The sky was still somewhat bright with colours of pink and blue. You wanted to watch this beautiful sunset with Beomgyu but he was busy with his face in your thighs. Your eyes were on the empty road, looking at the signs and trying to come up with where to go when you recognised a name you'd heard of before when talking with friends about a nice little beach trip — if you made a turn in a few kilometers, you would soon make it to a pretty and unknown beach. Perfect!

You looked down. So many hickeys scattered around only on your right thigh, the left one only being touched by his hand. You rested your hand on the back of his head, playing with his long locks, "You're so pretty." He mumbled a little thank you on your skin, back to kissing your thigh gently now.

It all felt so sweet and romantic somehow, his big hand massaging your left thigh, slowly moving towards the inner part, fingers ghosting teasingly on your naked skin. He was distracting the driver with his mouth and hands — how could he make that feel sweet and romantic to the point you almost forgot how irresponsible you were being? Almost. Your eyes weren't on him. Most of your attention was on the road and he was only getting a tiny fraction of the attention he craved so much. Because he needed all of your attention right now. Sure, he needed your hands stroking his hair but he also needed your smiling eyes on him and your sweet and mean whispers; eyes and mind full of him only.

Determined to get more of your attention, he moved his unholy fingers towards your pussy. "You're so dirty," the grip you had on his hair tightened and he whined. He would always do this, turn to being bratty if he didn't get enough attention from you. If a good boy wouldn't get all your love and touches at least a naughty boy was sure to get all your degrading words and oh so lovely punishments — and he enjoyed being your naughty boy as much as your good boy; he could be anyone and anything you wanted as long as it meant he was the sole object of your affection.

His whines were always so pretty and light, causing you to clench your pussy around nothing. It never failed to impress you how he whined and moaned whenever you were the one being pleasured and not him. He moved up a bit and kissed your shorts right above your clit. There was fabric hindering the full sensation but you still felt it a little, already so sensitive and wet from the teasing. He looked up at you. You had shorts on so it was a bit difficult to pleasure you the way he wanted to, but Beomgyu was creative and undid your zipper. As much as he wanted to pull down your shorts so he could properly eat you out — he wasn't that stupid and careless to actually do it when you were driving, right? — so you were curious where he was going with this but also nervous.

Nose pushing up your shirt so he could kiss the skin on your waist, naughty hand gliding under the shorts to feel your hip. There were no cars on the road — and there hadn't been for a while now — so you decided to tease him a bit back, put him in his place so he knows better than to completely ignore that you're driving and that he can't do everything he wants right now, he has to be patient and wait. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you, looking back at him for a split second. "Open your mouth."

He did so even faster than you averted your gaze, waiting for your spit. "Aw, so eager now are we?" You said, still looking at the road.

"Please, look at me," he nodded and whined impatiently, mouth ready for your spit. He looked so pathetic, bedroom eyes and long, styled hair a bit fucked up from you gripping it. Touching your skin but not getting to feel your wetness, not getting to pleasure you was in a way teasing him too, his cock now hard and pink.

"You're so pretty, Baby." His mouth was still open but he almost looked like he smiled for a second.

You spat in his mouth fast, immediately looking back at the road. He swallowed it happily like always, no matter how humiliating and mean it was, especially since you didn't even look him in the eyes or let your saliva drip slowly into his mouth, much more intimate, like you usually would do. "Good boy."

"Thank you, Mommy," he went back to kissing your waist, nose under your shirt, eyes looking up at you. Your right hand went back to resting on his head, threading through his long hair occasionally. "Look at me, please." There was something about you spitting in his mouth that always turned him so pathetic and shameless about his neediness — if you wouldn't judge him for swallowing your spit then he could express himself sexually to the fullest.

"As much as I want to, I can't, Baby. I'm driving," you took a quick glance down at him. His eyes were so glossy, almost like they would fill with tears at any second. You were so distracted by him but you were still aware enough to only look at him for a maximum of two seconds at a time. Although you were driving below the speed limit and hadn't seen another car in the past half hour you didn't want to risk anything.

He whined at that, causing you to smile. Soon it would be the opposite. His hand went under you shorts again, moving down your hip and to your lower stomach. You had a feeling you knew where this was going. Spitting didn't help slow him down and learn to be patient. No, spitting so meanly in his gaping mouth was the first time he'd had almost your full attention during the whole car ride so he had to continue misbehaving so you would humiliate him some more, giving him more and more of your attention. Sweet, stupid, sexy Beomgyu was something else.

His long fingers went lower until they reached your slit, happy now. "Baby—" Then, somehow, under your tight shorts he managed to move your underwear to the side so he could slip his long, thick middle finger in you. "Hm?" he mumbled against your waist, mind half listening to you and half inside your pussy, eyes rolled back like it was his dick in your pussy and not just his finger. Fuck. You had to find a way to get off the road but you were not very familiar with this road or even this part of the country — but like said before, this adventure had no directions or map.

"Are you this desperate, slut?"

He pulled his hand out to stick his wet finger in his mouth, licking, savouring the little taste he got of your pussy and mumbling an 'mhm'. He wanted more. He didn't just want to suck on his finger. He wanted your pussy on his face, wetness on his tongue and all over his face.

"Please, look at me, Mommy," he mumbled like a slut, sticking his pussy wet finger inside you to lick your sweetness again, eyes never leaving yours, "Need your pussy."

"You have to wait, little slut," you soothed him with your hand on his cheek.

He felt like crying. He needed you to stop the car somewhere; anywhere, he didn't care if he had to lay on the cold evening sand on the beach that would get all over his clothes and hair or, fuck, he would even be ok in the woods next to a camp site with German hikers as an audience as long as you would sit on his face. He needed you and your attention now. His dick was leaking pre-cum and you had only touched his face and hair so far.

"Please, Mommy," he kissed your stomach, middle finger deep inside you.

"Baby, wait, be patient," you were struggling too. Maybe you should just say fuck it and drive across everything in your way until you reach the beach so you can park the car and then park your pussy on his face? (Obviously no, be a responsible driver!!)

He wasn't satisfied with your response, you didn't sound anywhere near as needy or bothered as he was — your eyes didn't even leave the road for a second to look at the man whose face was on your lap — so he decided to take matters in his own hands and began to finger you deeply, easily adding a second finger with how wet you were.

"Fuck, baby!" you moaned, grabbing his hair and arching your back, eyes still on the road.

He took the opportunity and, with the help of his unoccupied hand, pulled down your shorts mid-thigh, making you shiver at the cold you felt as your wet underwear was exposed to the air. He looked up and blushed when he saw you already looking at him with your needy eyes. You were looking at him! His lips moved down your stomach and lower until he reached your underwear-covered pussy, placing a big kiss on your clit. You arched your back again, the sensation was so much greater now that only a thin fabric was between you.

Moaning, you looked at the road and saw a sign that told you there was a parking nearby in 800 meters. Fucking finally! He began kitty licking you and at this point you were so sensitive and needy that you had to pull him up by his hair, much to his dismay as he whined and his eyes filled with tears. "Why?"

"Baby, I found parking."

"Oh! Fucking finally!" As if a switch was flipped, his frown turned into a smile, a tear escaping his eye. He leaned into your touch as you brushed the tear away from his cheek.

You slowed down and turned the car into the parking lot, which was just grass with faded sprayed parking lines, miraculously deserted. He started kitty licking you over your underwear again. You moaned, grabbing his hair, "Fuck, Beomie, can't you wait for a little until I've parked? You're really that needy?" "Yes."

You decided to park the furthest away, turned towards the dead beach so you could have a view of the sunset and ocean — and the yellow, orange, red and pinks of the sky reflected on Beomgyu's pretty face, dirt-colored eyes twinkling like stars. "Baby, fuck, slow down," you had to pull him off your pussy.

"I can't," he took this opportunity to fully pull off your shorts to discard them to the back. "You didn't give me any attention when I just wanted to love you."

You kissed his pout, "You will have all my attention now, Baby."

The pout turned into a smile. "Thank you, Mommy." He pulled your right leg up, positioning his face in your pussy, dropping your thigh on top of his neck. His tongue immediately went to work, kissing all over your pussy, underwear still on. He always liked eating you out with your underwear on first so he felt more rewarded when they were off and he could taste, smell and feel your pussy so much more.

But you were having none of that, pussy clenching around nothing, aching at this point. "Stop teasing me and eat me out properly," you pulled your underwear to the side, grabbing his hair to push him more into you. He was looking at you and you could see the smile in his eyes, content he had your eyes on him and your pussy on his tongue. You had been teased and turned on so much already that you knew it would only take a minute or two of his talented tongue to cum. He too could sense you were near, hearing your gasps and moans, feeling your back arching, looking up at your eyes. His hands were on your thigh and boob, touching you the way he knew you liked it. The way his hand moved up your thigh to grab your butt never failed to make you feel hot.

"Choke me with your thighs, please?"

"If my slut wishes it," you smiled at him, flexing your thighs around him a little, not sure how much he could handle yet. Hair matted on his forehead, tears filling his high eyes, hands grabbing your skin, moaning against your pussy, and the colours of the sky on him. You didn't know it yet, focused on the pretty view that was Beomgyu, but he was leaking so much pre-cum there was a stain on his pants from the sweet familiar taste of you, seeing you in pleasure along with the pineapple purple sky sunset behind you.

"Fuck, you're doing so good for me, Baby. Your mouth was made to eat my pussy, wasn't it?" He nodded, mouth still against your pussy, tears flowing by now. It was true. He eats it almost everyday, sometimes he'll lazily lap at your pussy under the sheets in the morning, sometimes in the shower if you'll let him (yes, he can do that), sometimes when you're watching a boring movie he will lay on his back on the sofa and ask you to sit on his face, sometimes he'll get on his knees as soon as you open the door to your home after a double date because he's jealous some other guy made you laugh a lot, sometimes when you're waiting for noodles to cook on the stove he'll give you puppy eyes so you'll let him eat you out on the countertop — fuck, sometimes when he's bored he'll randomly get on his knees in front of you and beg you to please let him have a taste. Safe to say he has learned every little trick to please you and make you cum in a few minutes just by eating your pussy. And he loves it.

"Mhm, you're such a good boy for me, my sweet little pussy hungry slut," you pouted at him condescendingly; he moaned at the mean praise, hips twitching up. You looked down at him, there was a huge wet stain on the front of his pants. "Awww, Baby, you're so wet just from my pussy. I should let you cum on it for being such a good slut, right?" His moans on your pussy were so desperate and sent sweet, sweet vibrations that tipped you over the edge, thighs shaking around his neck, "Fuck, I'm cumming, Baby." He slowed down, eating your cum, helping you calm down from the intense orgasm, not overstimulating you. But after a while it became too much, your pussy way too sensitive for his never ending kitty licking, so you opened your thighs and pushed his head away.

"You did so well for me, Beomie," smiling, you patted his head softly, seeing the sunset shine in his pretty eyes, your cum glistening all over his lower face, tears dried, lips pulled into a smile after he was finished licking them clean. You pulled him up from between your thighs to give him a kiss on his forehead after pushing some damp hair away, "You want to get your reward now, Baby?" He gulped, still, not answering your question. "Baby... Don't tell me you already came—" you pulled down his pants to have your suspicions confirmed; he did, in fact, cum untouched. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to cum without your permission, and I really wanted to hold back so I could cum on your pussy when you told me, but it felt so good to have your attention and taste you and-and— I couldn't control it. I'm so sorry," he cried, apologizing profusely.

You held him in your arms, fingers carding through his long, beautiful hair, "Beomie, it's okay, no need to say sorry. I'm very flattered actually. Besides your pretty mouth did so well for me that I can't be mad at you. You were such a good boy." He hummed against you, pecking your neck every now and then. After he calmed down, he pulled back to look at you; tears on his cheeks and half of the sun in his eyes. You dried his tears with your fingers and kissed him on his lips, calling him your good boy. The look in his eyes wasn't sad anymore. He gulped again before trying to give you his best puppy eyes, kissing the back of your hands. You knew he wanted something whenever he acted this clingy and cute, "Yes, Baby?"

"C-Can... Can I still cum on your pussy?"

You giggled, grabbing his cock, "You're hard again, this fast?" He hid his face with an arm, flustered, "Mhm. You kept calling me your good b-boy." "Awww my cute little slut. Getting hard from being called a good boy?" you giggled because although this was dirty, it was still somehow cute in a way how he got hard from your praise alone. He shook his head, face still hidden by his arm, "Your good boy." You smiled. "Mmm, Baby. You really are my good boy?" He nodded. You looked down at his dick, it was hard, pink and twitching, dirty with his previous cum. "Then show me your face, I don't want you hiding from me." His dick twitched and did as told. "Good boy." He shook his head, "I-I'm Mommy's good boy." He was always so cute and malleable whenever he came untouched and heard those sweet praises that tickled his soul. You kissed his shoulder as a reward. "Yes, mine. Now let me lay down so you can sit between my legs." "Oh yes." He did as told, hands behind his back without being told — he knew how you wanted him. You pulled him down to you momentarily to hold his cheeks and give him a quick kiss, both of you smiling into it. "I love you so much." "I love you more."

His pink dick was leaking pre-cum already. "My sweet boy won't cum without my permission again, right?" He whined, embarrassed, "I won't, Mommy, but please stop teasing." You giggled, he will cum any moment now you already know especially since he's so sensitive from his orgasm. Holding his dick confirmed your suspicions, Beomgyu moaning and dick twitching at your small touch. "Please, please, please," he muttered, tears already in his eyes, "Please, Mommy, I wanna cum on your pussy, please?" There was something about cumming on your pussy that drove him crazy, maybe it was because he would get an excuse to lick your pussy clean off him. "Not yet, Babyboy. I wanna play with you a bit first," you started moving your hand up and down on his cock, his loud moans following immediately after. He was struggling, biting his lower lip, pinching his arms behind his back, not looking at your naked pussy because he didn't want to cum without your permission again. "P-Please, Mommy. Ngh— I've been a good boy for you, please can I cum?" "Oh have you? Weren't you a bad boy the whole drive? And then you even came without Mommy's permission, right?"

He whined, tears running down his eyes again. "Please, Mommy, I'm so sorry I just wanted your attention. I-I always wanna please you and have your attention. Wan' be your personal toy." You smirked, going faster, "Yes, you are my little toy. So pretty and dirty for me." "Yes, yes, always. I— Fuck, I'm cumming, Mommy. Please, let me cum on your pussy, Mommy," he cried, looking at you with his slutty eyes. He knew how to get to you; how to look so sexy for you that you just wanted to reward him. "You can cum, my good b—" "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck— Thank you, Mommy." His eyes rolled back as white ropes of warm cum covered your pussy. "You did so well for me, waiting for my permission," you hugged him as he came down from his high, kissing his cheeks. "Really?" He pouted, fishing for more praises, which you knew and granted him, "Yes, really. My good boy." You kissed his pout, "Now clean up your mess." He smiled.

You and I, we fell in love

I ain't read the signs, ain't know what it was

But God gotta know he might have peaked when he made you

The cosmos' only mistake is what they named you (what that mean?)

They should call you sugar, you're so sweet

Even if

You left me out here stranded

My feelings wouldn't change a bit

My heart beats triple time when I see you

Somethin' I can't control

If I compared you, the sun is a stand-in (sun)

You got a smile that could light up a planet (smile) yeah (oh, oh)

And you look so good (yeah)

And you smell so good (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And you taste so good (yeah)

And you're so, so good (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the sweetest (yeah)

Yeah, you are, ha-ha

Sweet like, like motherfuckin' brown sugar sweet potatoes (are you ready?)

Or somethin'

Ha-ha

The plan was to stick my toe in and

Check the temperature, but

Next thing I know, I'm

I'm drownin'

— Tyler, the Creator

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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Methods of Love and Trust

dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female reader

Summary: For the first time, Jake is allowing his mother to babysit his children by herself. He's terribly nervous, but he promised you a date.

Warnings: implied smut. I think that's it, really.

Notes: this is a combination of two asks/comments from @rosiahills22 and @matisse556 for the Oh, Baby Series. I changed some tiny details, but I hope you guys like it :)

Words: 1755

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"Jake," you quickly snapped, but your husband didn't tear his intense stare from the sight before him. He only hummed. A lame acknowledgment compared to what you were wanting from him. "Stop being weird and let's go."

You felt ridiculous, tugging at the cuff of Jake's sleeve the way your daughter did when leading him along on some adventure. She, however, was much more successful in her attempts. Thirty minutes had passed with you trying to guide your husband out the door, but his feet were planted, his stance sturdy, his eyes glued to your son in Eliza Seresin's arms.

"I'm not being weird, I'm just–" he paused before his next word. Smart of him, you thought. You both knew the end of that sentence was nonsensical. I'm just watching, checking, making sure my mother doesn't kidnap or harm or neglect our children when our backs are turned. With the way he was acting, it seemed to be the only way that sentence could complete.

"You're being silly, baby," you replied. "Stop looking at your mother like she has bad intentions. You’ve wanted her to move here permanently for years, remember? You were finally able to help her find a house she loves, so what's going on with you?"

Jake turned away from the window where his mother and children were in clear view in the backyard. "I know," he agreed. "And I do want her here. But alone, Honey? With our children? Their safety, their lives, in her hands?" He made a face and shook his head. "I'd like it better if Gram were here with her."

Your freshly painted fingernail scratched at the bow of your top lip before you crossed your arms. "Look, baby, I don't want to say that you sound unhinged exactly, but perhaps paranoid? Just a tad?"

"Honey…" was a little whine.

"We knew the day would come when your mother would have to go solo. What happened to that trust you were working on?" You asked, and his shoulders instantly fell. Stepping toward him, you placed your palms flat on his chest and leaned in close. "And me? You promised me a date. Last I checked, that involved dinner and beach sex, and I've yet to receive either."

The mossy green of his irises flashed then darkened, and you grinned with pride. If anything could get his mind off his troubles it was the thought of rolling around with you in any position, in any location, at any time. And you enjoyed having that power. Though despite him being smart enough to keep his mouth shut about it, you knew it was rare that sex didn't also have him imagining a third little Seresin. A topic you'd been putting off, and would continue to do for as long as possible.

"Jake, she is here to babysit so we can go have some fun of our own. Don't let me go unsatisfied," you said, throwing in a pout as your fingers fiddled with one of the buttons of his shirt.

"When have I ever left you unsatisfied?"

"Never, yet. So it would be a shame to break your winning streak, don't you think?"

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"Baby, why are you stressed again? You were perfectly at ease twenty minutes ago," You said as you adjusted your bra strap and tucked it back under the cap sleeve of your dress.

Jake's hands were tight around the steering wheel, his eyes glued to the road.

"Twenty minutes ago I was balls deep inside of you. That tends to quell my stress, Honey. But my balls are back in my pants now and I have to remember that my mother is the only one protecting our babies at the moment."

Brushing the leftover sand off your knees, you snickered. "Protecting them from what?"

"Anything. Everything!"

You placed a hand atop his on the steering wheel, and the gentle touch encouraged his following deep breath. He released the right side of the wheel to intertwine your fingers, then brought your hand to his lips for a kiss.

"Jake, I know your mother wasn't much of a caregiver when it came to you," you continued, "but she wouldn't let anything happen to our children. After accepting her back into your life, she wouldn't let you down."

His lips parted then closed. They thinned from their tight pressing together before he expelled a long sigh. "Not intentionally…but I know."

With a smile, you pulled his hand into your lap and let your index finger trace along one of the veins showing under his tanned skin. You caught a few tiny rough grains when you made it to his wrist.

"You're still sandy," you said.

"Pretty sure my fly is still undone, too."

You chuckled as Jake pulled into the driveway of your home.

A wave of relief washed over you when you noticed his subtle grin. You were proud of him on your date. He’d set his concerns aside so you could give one another the long-awaited and well-deserved attention you’d both been craving since your son was born. And you’d definitely had your fun. But more than that, despite his anxiety, you'd managed to calm him during your short drive home, which meant he hopefully wouldn’t be charging in head-first on the hunt for his mother's mistakes. With luck, he'd simply thank her, check on his children in their beds, and call it a night.

"Well, zip up mister, so we can go see our babies."

—

The house was silent as you walked through the door and kicked off your heels; almost seeming uninhabited if not for the lone light emanating from the living room that was just out of sight. The low glow reflected off the creamy color of your walls, making it easy to find your way down the main corridor.

“So?” Eliza asked, setting her book aside. “How was your date?”

You didn’t glance behind you when you sensed luck was not on your side. Without a doubt, Jake was scanning the area. For messes? No. His mother was practically pristine. For a droplet of blood or two from a minor injury? Unlikely. Surely you’d be greeted with the sobbing of your children. Nevertheless, you let him look around. If it meant realizing he was proven wrong then it was worth holding back the minor scolding.

“Great, thank you,” you replied. “Needed.”

“I’m sure.”

Her eyes flicked over your shoulder to her son, her hands starting to awkwardly fiddle in front of her.

“Eve isn’t in bed,” Jake finally said. He moved over to the couch where your daughter was passed out on her stomach, a small mark of drool dampening the cushion. Sitting beside her, he brushed her blonde curls back out of her face.

“Um…no,” Eliza began. “She wanted to wait up for you and since it’s a Friday I figured it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Poor thing said Mama and Daddy always kiss her goodnight. She got that adorable pout on her face and crossed her arms and refused to move from that spot, but she was exhausted. The Little Man is tucked away though. Went down very easy.”

“Well, I appreciate you doing this, Eliza,” you said. “I know there’s a lot of energy to wear out.”

She waved a hand. “I’m always happy to watch my grandbabies.”

A few beats of tension-filled silence passed, you standing across from your mother-in-law while Jake continued to rub Eve’s back. You thanked her once more and she nodded before heading for the door. When her back was to you, you nudged Jake in the shin with the tip of your toe.

As if expecting it, he looked up at you with an expression that could only be described as mildly irritated with a healthy dose of pleading in his stare, but you didn’t let him off the hook. Your head nodded toward his mother as she reached for her purse.

Jake sighed and stood. “Mom,” he called. Eliza turned. Her nerves were not so easily concealed. “Thank you. Truly.”

The smile that slowly formed on her face was beautifully genuine. The wideness of her lips and natural narrowing of her eyes from the act deepened the wrinkles in her aged face, but they were hardly noticeable compared to the radiance emitting.

“Any time, sweetheart,” she said. “Really.” Then she was gone.

Jake twisted on his heel, eyes meeting yours. “Fine. You were right.”

“Baby,” you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I know it’s hard.”

He accepted your hug, pulling you further into him and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You and our babies are the best thing that ever happened to me, Honey,” was a whisper against your skin. “Entrusting someone else with two-thirds of that is like leaving a couple of limbs behind when I walk out the door.”

You understood that feeling all too well. However, relying on others’ help after you’d had Eve without Jake by your side allowed you to adapt much quicker than him. You wouldn’t ever deny the little twist to your gut whenever you were without Jake or your children, but while acknowledging what your husband was experiencing, you learned to be the strong one. For him and the kids.

Your bodies suddenly began to sway, back and forth to the deep humming of an unrecognizable tune; or what you thought was unrecognizable until the stringing together of a few known notes. The song you danced to the day you were married.

“You’re a sap, Jake Seresin.”

“You knew that when you married me.”

The agreement was on your tongue but a sleep-laced “Daddy” interrupted before the words could pass your lips. Eve was sitting up on the couch, both fists rubbing at her eyes, a yawn contorting the other dainty features of her face.

When Jake moved out of your arms to lift Eve up in his, her head fell on his chest. Her mouth parted the slightest, her eyes remained closed, and when Jake said “Dance with me and Mama, baby girl,” you knew she was already back asleep.

He returned to you and snuck the arm not holding Eve to his side back around your waist. You did the same. One around his hip, the other snuggling your daughter even closer.

“I love you, Honey,” Jake whispered as the three of you continued your gentle swaying.

“I love you, Jake,” you replied.

Then the humming resumed to fill the small cocoon of space.

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teddynivvy · 2 months

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☀︎ before the sun. chapter 3.

pairing: jschlatt x she/her reader. 3k words.

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption and blood.

a/n: chapter 3 is here! ty for liking and rb'ing this fic, as usual it means the world to me. sorry for the lack of posts, i have been travelling so i hope this makes up for it. <3

summary: you and schlatt go to a hidden waterfall, and run into some trouble getting drinks after.

At breakfast the next morning, you and Schlatt sat next to each other, as your parents talked about their plans for the day.

“If we had known earlier you kids were coming along, we would’ve booked for you guys too!”

You and Schlatt gave each other a knowing look, before you stuck your fork into the pile of scrambled eggs on your plate.

“That’s fine, mom,” you shoved a bite into your mouth. “We had fun by the pool yesterday.”

“You guys should go to that waterfall that couple at the course was telling us about,” your dad smiled. “There’s a bus that takes you right there. If we didn’t already have plans, we’d probably go with ya!”

You and Schlatt looked at each other over your breakfast, and he shrugged.

“Could be fun. You up for that?”

“Yeah, sure. Might as well.”

“Is it, like, a hike?” Schlatt asked, while taking a sip of orange juice.

“Dunno, hun,” his mom replied. “Looked like fun though.”

🥥

An hour later, you and Schlatt had boarded a bus out the front of the resort, which was now taking you through the lush trees and grasses to your destination. The tour guide over the microphone was speaking about the history of Maui and its landscape, but you and Schlatt were definitely tuned out.

You had one headphone in your ear as you watched the outside pass you by, letting the green of the hills mesh into the bright blue sky. It was almost lulling you to sleep, before Schlatt tapped you on the shoulder.

“What’re you listening to?”

You handed him a headphone, that he popped into his ear. Smiling at the song playing over the small speaker, his head lolled back onto the back of the seat, eyes fluttering closed.

The rest of the bus ride was uneventful, a few bumps as you turned onto a dirt road and let everyone out, where the smell in the air was fresh. Palm trees and beach off to the side, as you pulled your bag over your shoulder and looked over at Schlatt.

“Do we just like, go up there, then?” You asked, pointing to the stairs that disappeared into a wall of trees.

“I think that’s generally how a hike works, yeah.”

You looked at Schlatt incredulously, punching him on the arm.

“Ow.”

“I hate you. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

🥥

The terrain was generally easy so far, as you climbed up the small inclines into the trees, passing by other tourists with guides and huge backpacks. You looked down into your small bag, with only a towel, water, some sunscreen, and your phone, and realized you and Schlatt had probably grossly miscalculated how easy this afternoon would be.

You pushed yourselves up onto rocks and dirt, as it got a little steeper. There were signs telling you where to go, luckily, or else you’re sure you would’ve been lost by now. The hot sun was beating down on your face, your cheeks warmed and chest heaving. You were suddenly very embarrassed about how out of shape it was apparent you were.

“Do you want my hat?” Schlatt asked, pulling it off of his head.

“Yeah, thanks,” you took it in your hand and pulled it on, immediately feeling the relief from the sun. “Do you know how much longer it is?”

Schlatt shook his head, pulling himself up over a particularly large pile of rocks, onto a dirt clearing. “I think they said it was an hour up, and an hour down right? It’s probably been half that.”

He extended a hand for you to take as he helped you pull yourself up onto the rocks, where you noticed his strong bicep again. Bulging under his t-shirt as he effortlessly pulled you up, as you followed behind him.

Luckily, the rest of the walk to the falls was relatively flat. Schlatt still held out a hand for you a few times, where you always took the opportunity to grab it. You were still feeling extremely hot, and a little overwhelmed with the heat, to where you and Schlatt had to stop a few times to rest.

“I promise, I’m not usually this tired after a few hills,” you had lamented, fanning yourself with his hat. “It’s just like, really fucking hot.”

“No worries,” he laughed softly, sitting down next to you. “To be fair, our parents didn’t really prepare us for this. It’s like, at least 90 degrees out.”

You had laughed then, before Schlatt pulled you up. “I think it’s close, if we just keep walking a bit. Are you alright to do that?”

He was being so unbelievably soft, it was making your heart speed up, which it really didn’t need to be doing right now.

“Yeah. Hopefully there’s some water soon.”

You heard the rush of the falls before you saw them. Turning a sharp corner, you were stood in front of them, your breath being taken from your chest. A lagoon of deep blue water, serene. The falls were surrounded by the trees, with the rocks making the water gush into the stream. It was so peaceful, you felt yourself immediately relax.

“Wow,” Schlatt finally breathed out, taking out his phone to take a few pictures. You put your bag down on a nearby rock, before immediately getting undressed, and hopping into the cold water.

“You can’t tell me you’re not gonna go swimming in that,” you laughed, giving his hat back to him. He set it on top of your bag and pulled his t-shirt off, before putting his hat backwards onto his head.

“No, I definitely am.”

You waded into the shallow water slowly. It was icy cold, but welcome against your warm shins. You immediately splashed some on your face and head, cooling down under the sun. Luckily, this area was rather secluded and shaded. It also seemed you had come at a time where there weren’t any other people, which you were very thankful for.

Schlatt had actually dived in, his hair once again pushed back on his forehead. He kept his hands in the water as he stepped deeper towards the crashing waters, as you watched him in the sunlight. His shoulders and arms looked slightly red as you followed in after him, watching him get closer and closer to the falls.

When you met him there, he dipped under to let the water rush over his chest and shoulders. You did the same, as you immediately felt relief of the hot sun on your head and face. You couldn’t hear him over the water, but he motioned to go deeper in the fall, where you noticed there was a large, flat rock to sit.

It was a little squishy for the two of you, but you made it work. Your thigh pressed against his, feet still dipped into the water as you leaned back, enjoying the small amount of shade under the jagged rocks above you.

“This is so nice!” You shouted over the crashing waters, feeling your eyes flutter close to enjoy the sprinkles of water on your face and chest. Schlatt was looking over at you, eyes tracing every line of your body as you leaned back, feeling himself take a sharp inhale at the way you were glistening under the muted sunlight. The dew drops on your skin were making you twinkle, and Schlatt felt his stomach drop, wanting to reach out, to touch.

Ever since the first night he saw you, he recognized you from years ago. Your parents being close with his meant you’d seen each other every once in a while, at parties or gatherings, but never enough to actually be friends or have a real conversation. When you sat down at dinner that first day though, he immediately noticed the same twinkle in your eyes, soft skin and warm demeanour, and he was hoping it would end up exactly like this.

He was, of course, just telling himself that you were just getting to know each other better. It didn’t even make sense - what he was thinking. You lived in two different states, had really only known each other for all of 2 days, and you also just got out of a toxic relationship. You’re sure the last thing you wanted was to be entangled with him.

“Isn’t this gorgeous?” You asked, opening one eye and smiling over at him.

“Yeah. It really is.”

🥥

You and Schlatt spent the rest of the day in and out of the water, and it became apparent that this “secret spot” got extremely busy in the afternoons. Hoards of people had set up beach towels on the soft white sand, kids playing in the water as their parents read books on the rocks, and you and Schlatt had decided it was time to leave. The hike down was much easier than the hike up, and you descended with Schlatt basically hand in hand - as not to slip or skid on the rocks, of course.

You loaded back into the bus that was waiting to take you back to the resort, once again offering Schlatt a headphone that he happily took. Within a few minutes down the gravelly dirt road, you fell asleep, head perched on his left shoulder.

Awaking only when you arrived back at the resort, you felt the weight of Schlatt’s head against yours. Your bleary eyes opened, not moving at all, as to not wake him. His hands were clasped in his lap as soft snores came from his lips. You pulled your headphone out to lightly rub his knee, which jolted him awake.

“Woah, relax,” your voice was deep from exhaustion, yet soft, as not to jar him. “We’re back.”

“Did I fall asleep on you?” It all came out in one string, while he rubbed his eyes of sleep.

“Yeah, but that’s ok. I fell asleep on you first.”

He let himself crack a smile as he pulled the headphone out of his ear to give it back to you, grabbing both of your bags and heading off of the bus.

The sun was low in the sky - but not set, late afternoon upon you. It was turning you both a soft shade of orange as you studied the freckles on his nose and cheeks, looking away as not to stare. You could probably look at him for hours.

“Do you wanna meet up again later tonight for a drink?”

You smiled at him as you both made your way back to your rooms, nodding. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Let’s go to that little cocktail bar on the beach, it looked interesting.”

“Oh, you’re one of those people,” he laughed, putting air quotes around his words. “You like a fruity little $28 cocktail.”

You let out a boisterous laugh and shoved him lightly. “Yeah, so? Also they’re not $28 here like they are back home, so we have to make the most of it.”

He shrugged, as if to say “can’t disagree with that”, pressing his key card to the reader. “I’ll meet you there at 8.”

You slunk into your room and immediately flopped on the bed, letting the sheets envelop you. Soft linens against your definitely sunburnt face, falling into a deep slumber once again, before you could even think about it.

🥥

The late evening rolled by and you woke up to the sound of crashing waves from your open doors. The sun had begun to set, golden light filtering through the curtains as you softly rubbed your eyes. You turned onto your back, sitting up to look at the clock beside your bed. For once, you actually had some time to get ready and look decent.

The issue of your packing had become rather stressful. You’d really put no real effort into packing clothes you’d actually wear, and for this occasion, the only thing that seemed appropriate was a lower-cut, white dress. It looked gorgeous against your skin, a little tight, but in all the right places.

After a quick shower and a bit of makeup, you heard a soft knock at your door. Right on time.

You opened it to see Schlatt. A white short-sleeve button up, hair pushed back on his forehead. He looked tan from the earlier sun, giving his skin a glow that you hadn’t seen before.

“You look nice,” was the first thing he said, taking a step back to admire your outfit.

“Thanks, you too,” you smiled, feeling a lump in your throat. He looked so fucking handsome, it was literally taking your breath away.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.”

🥥

The walk to the small bar was short, and you found a seat right away. Sitting across from Schlatt, the sun was hitting the side of his face as he pushed his hair back, a small strand falling onto his forehead.

Jesus. There was no way you were falling for this dude after 2 fucking days.

“They’re not actually gonna make me say “pink panty dropper punch”, are they?”

You felt yourself giggle as you looked down at the menu. “They might not, but I will.”

The waiter appeared quickly and took your order, where Schlatt just ordered a double whiskey, and you ordered a chili margarita. The sun was falling down now, painting the sky red and bright orange, as you watched the sun set over the beach.

“Are you having fun so far?” He asked, letting his eyes fall to yours. You nodded, looking down at the table, fiddling with your napkin.

“Yeah. I’m happy you’re here, otherwise I definitely wouldn’t be having as much fun.”

I’m happy you’re here. Schlatt played it over in his head like a broken record.

“Me too,” he agreed. “I probably would’ve sat in my hotel room the whole time. I’m not very adventurous.”

“You saw me on that mountain today… evidently, neither am I.”

A laugh erupted from both of you as you continued your conversation, keeping the drinks flowing. You learned more about Schlatt - his line of work, what it really was that he did online all day, and how much work actually went into it. You could tell he appreciated your interest, while he asked questions about your work as well. Suddenly, a fruity pink cocktail appeared at your table that you did not order.

“Oh, I don’t think I ordered this,” you laughed, pushing it back towards the waiter. “I think this is the pink panty dropper,” you laughed with Schlatt.

“Compliments from the gentleman at the bar,” the waiter moved out of the way to reveal a slightly older man, looking drunk and sleepy.

“I know we’re not but… does it not look like we’re on a date?” You laughed, to which Schlatt turned beet red.

“I mean, yeah, it kinda does.”

“Thank you, but no thank you,” you laughed. “You can take it back, I’ve had enough already.”

The waiter nodded slightly and took it back with him, as a smirk played on your face. “Yikes.”

“You didn’t have to do that on account of me,” Schlatt says, rather solemnly. “I hope that wasn’t the case anyways.”

You smiled a little at him, shrugging. “Usually accepting a drink means you’re okay with them coming over to talk to you… and I do not need that guy coming over here.”

Schlatt turned around to meet the eyes of the man at the bar, loud and obnoxious, very obviously bothering the other patrons.

“Good call.”

When you and Schlatt were a few drinks deep, giggling and drunk on the warm sun, you felt the cold shiver of night. Fairy lights were all around you, lighting up the clear indigo sky, lightly signalling it was time to go back.

“I think I’m done,” you hiccuped, pushing yourself out of your chair. “I don’t need to have an awful headache tomorrow.”

“Same,” Schlatt agreed. “I need a proper sleep after this day.”

“Hey, sweetheart!”

A deep voice from across the bar caught your attention as you saw the man from earlier wave you over. You offered a small, tentative wave back as you felt Schlatt’s firm hand find your arm, leading you away.

“Not even gonna look at me? Bitch,” he spat, turning away.

“What the fuck?”

Schlatt’s voice was booming as you felt his grasp leave your arm, moving towards the bar. You rolled your eyes, following after him.

“Schlatt, don’t bother,” you tried to pull him away, but he just stood across from the man.

“Are you gonna apologize?” He asked, a cocked eyebrow. “You probably fucking should.”

“Fuck no,” the guy laughed, heartily and dripped in sarcasm. “Are you her boyfriend or somethin’? You couldn’t protect her if you tried.”

The man stood from his seat and was noticeably shorter than Schlatt in stature. “Buddy, just say you’re sorry, and keep it civil. I’m sure the bartenders here don’t wanna throw you out.”

“Fuck you, bro, your little girlfriend’s a slut.”

Schlatt felt rage boil inside of him, stepping closer. Many of the patrons had turned their heads to watch, making you horrifically embarrassed.

“Schlatt, it’s fine,” you insisted, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just go.”

“When he apologizes to you, we can go.”

You were trying to ignore the horrible way this was making you feel - partly annoyed, partly upset at how stupid this all was, and partly really fucking turned on.

Just then, you felt Schlatt move. A gasp of the bar patrons made you pull away, and it all happened so fast. From what you could see, it appeared that the guy had spit in Schlatt’s face.

From there, you figured all bets were off. Two hands to his chest as he pushed him back, and the guy’s fist raised to punch Schlatt right in the nose. He fell back, stumbling towards you, before you were able to grab a hold of him and stabilize him. Blood gushing from his nose as the man ran in the opposite direction, leaving you to pull Schlatt away from the scene.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

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I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore

High By The Beach | Chapter Four

Modern!Aegon II x Original Female Character, Modern!Aemond x Original Female Character

Sometimes it is easier to run away instead of facing your fears. But while Mila is ready to give up on herself, a certain Targaryen has no intention of letting her fall apart...

There is a potentially triggering scene in this chapter which depicts attempted sexual assault. Please do not read if this will affect you. If you want a run down of what happens in this chapter, message me and I'll let you know what happens x

Song inspiration | High By The Beach, Lana Del Rey

CW//TW: Attempted Sexual Assault (MDNI), drinking, clubbing, smoking, Jason Lannister being a scheve, angst, Mila-Stark-is-going-through-it.com, girls night out, shots, ANGSTT.

Word count | 3.4k

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Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!

The thought kept her going as she ran through the trees. Darting and zigzagging, jumping over bumpy roots and rocks. Her ancient trainers were rubbing against her feet, her lungs were aching for reprieve, her skin breaking out into a sweat, but she kept going, running as far and as fast as she could. The trees were merely green blurs, the darkness no obstacle as pure instinct spurred her on.

Maybe if I run far enough, I can outrun my memories. Aemond and Aegon and the drugs and the Targaryens and everything wil fade into a scar you never pay attention to, something you only catch in your peripheral vision, and only then you pay it no mind.

Gods her legs burned. They began to tremble as she slowed down, her knees wobbling and failing her. As she collapsed, her hands fell flat, prickly sticks and jagged stones stabbed her palms, sending red hot pain into her frenzied mind.

Falling to her side, Mila took deep breaths, her lungs heaving. The world around her was dark, cold, silent.

A horn could be heard distantly, and Mila's eyes searched through the thick forest for any sign of civilisation. Blinking lights swam in her vision, a distant road coming into view. She did not remember standing up, the gods themselves could have lifted her for all she knew, and she took weak steps in the direction of the road.

It was a fairly busy motorway, plenty of cars careening back and forth, bringing Mila back to reality. Over a nearby hill, the cityscape of Kings Landing loomed. Freedom, familiarity...

Escape.

Practically throwing herself out of the trees, she ran to the side of the road, waving her arms frantically in an effort to get some good samaritan to offer her a ride. Or a serial killer, either is preferable to staying here in this godsforsaken forest.

Cars honk furiously, multiple drivers shout complaints and insults at the strange girl standing halfway in the road. A blue ford slows, their hazard light turning on. Mila rushes to the passanger window, leaning over to see inside.

"Good grief, are you alright?!" A middle-aged woman stared at her through thick rimmed glasses, looking tired but concerned.

"I'm... so sorry... I need a lift." Mila said between gasping breaths, "My... uh, my boyfriend, he's after me..."

The woman gasps, "Oh you poor dear... please, get in!" The car clicks and Mila pulls open the door, as soon as she sits and is buckled in, the woman begins driving, asking a million questions that Mila barely has the mind to answer.

Kings Landing, a metropolis full of luxurious bars, expensive restaurants, cultural landmarks, and opportunities to fuck your life up. Royally.

After half an hour of sitting in a strangers car, answering the occasional question and waving off the driver's insistence at going to the police, the city hospital comes in to view. "Can you drop me off here?"

"Of course." The woman stops the car just outside the entrance, giving Mila a worried look, "Will you be alright from here?"

"Yeah, this is great." The Stark lets out a shaky breath, giving the woman a sincere look, "Thank you again."

"Don't worry about it. I hope... I hope things get better for you."

"...Me too." With that, Mila exits the vehicle, sending a small wave to the woman before she drives off. As the car disappears around the street corner, Mila heads down the road, heading towards Flea Bottom.

A familiar apartment complex come into view, deep grey and grungy looking. As almost building in Flea Bottom did. An old section of Kings Landing, it was not known to be glamorous. But Mila wasn't currently in the market for glamour. Walking up the steep stairs towards the main door, Mila pressed the buzzer to apartment 202D, hoping that the woman she was looking for still lived there.

"Hello?" An energetic voice calls out, thick with static from the ancient intercom.

"It's Mila." She responds simply.

"No way, get up here!" The door buzzes, and Mila wastes no time slipping through and climbing the dingy stairs to the apartment.

Alysanne Martell opens the door, auburn-tinted curls bouncing as she looks her friend up and down. She's dressed for dancing, orange dress form-fitting, golden jewellery jangling with her movements.

"Mila? Where've you been, girl?" Aly asks, grabbing Mila into a hug, "Haven't seen you since you got with Blondie McStickuphisass."

"Yeah, life's been... yeah." Mila shrugs, sniffing.

"Baela said you were out of the city, did you just get back?" The Dornish girl looks her up and down, eyebrows furrowing.

"Hitchhiked here."

Alysanne's eyes widen, her eyebrows raising as she stares at Mila, "Shit... are you okay?" She rests a hand on Mila's elbow, offering comfort that Mila has no need for right now.

"All good." She nods, "Where are you headed?"

"Um, Madame Sylvies? The slutty club on Silk Street, you know the one with the cages and male strippers?"

It was quite a famous nightclub. Many people ventured there for the severe atmosphere, a dangerousness was in the air. Something that made people feel alive.

"I know it." Mila nods, bouncing on her feet, "Care to bring a She-Wolf?"

"Are you kidding? I'd be honoured!" Alysanne chuckles, before looking down at her frumpy clothes with a grimace, "You're not going like that, though."

By the time Alysanne had dressed Mila up, they were joined by at least a dozen other girls. Floris Baratheon had been shocked to see Mila, but had given her a big hug... and a bigger tab of ecstasy. As it started to hit, Mila began to loosen up, her body submitting to the sensations quickly, settling into the haziness like it was a pair of well worn boots.

Shots were downed, spliffs were smoked, and meaningless conversations were had. Mila took a moment to look in the mirror before they left, blinking at the girl looking back.

Alysanne had found a deep grey dress in her wardrobe, the classic colours of the Stark siblings. It was tight and showed off her tits, barely covering any skin so Mila paired it with Aegon's coat. A small comfort. The outfit was completed with silver jewellery, and fur lined leather platform boots. "If the She-Wolf is joining us and free from the leash of the Targaryens, she's going to need to look the part.", Alysanne had said.

Mila could admit, she looked fucking hot. Her hair was wild around her head, her makeup glittery and just the right amount of smudged. She was looking very Mila Stark pre-aemond. Druggie, tipsy, scandalous party girl.

The other girls whistled as she excited the flat, hooting and hollering at the appearance of the illustrious She-Wolf.

"Howl for us, wolf girl!" Ally Blackwood called out. Mila grinned as she howled, and the girls erupted in their own meows and woofs, a pack of wasted animals.

The She-Wolf is fucking back.

Madame Sylvie's was packed. Hundreds of sweaty bodies mingled around the club, downing drinks and dancing with strangers. Mila was stood to one side, her fifth drink in her hand as she watched the crowd with bleary eyes. More and more acquaintances had appeared, and she had reintroduced herself to dozens of people, feeling her need for social interaction dwindelling.

Time to shake my ass.

Grabbing the first decent looking man she saw, Mila headed to the dancefloor. Heavy bass pounded, a fog machine spurted out heavy clouds that surrounding the air and swallowed people up. The man she grabbed held her close from behind, his hands loosely on her hips as she swayed to the generic music.

It was soulless, being here. The drinks she had consumed brought her no joy, the ecstasy and weed gave her no relief. The man she danced with was no-one, faceless to her. The music was too loud all of a sudden, and she detangled herself from the person's embrace, hobbling over to her friends again.

"Feeling alright, hot stuff?" Alysanne asks, giving her a concerned look, "Don't tell me you're a lightweight now?"

"Don't insult me." Mila hiccups, blinking blearily, "Do you want to do a line?" Aly's eye's widen, reaching out a hand to steady Mila.

"Um-"

"Floris!" Mila calls out, and Floris' head turns, strawberry blonde curls bouncing, "Line?"

"Hell yeah."

Before long, Mila is crammed in a tiny club bathroom, watching as Floris uses her father's credit card to make pretty lines of white on the edge of the sink. Her hands shake, but she presses them to her waist, gnawing at her lip as she practically drools waiting for her turn. The Baratheon makes quick work of two, smiling giddily as she bounces on the balls of her feet.

Taking the rolled up receipt from Floris' manicured fingers, she leans down and quickly snorts the line, allowing the quick flush of euphoria seep into her mind. Colours burst, her energy increases, but it's not enough.

As Floris giggles and begins dragging her back out the stall, Mina sighs, "Gods... I need more." kicking the bathroom door, she follows after Floris' jittery form.

Her friend gets swallowed by the crowd almost immediately, the neon lights dizzying and the ocean of people making her sway in place. Her hands remain shaking, her head reeling as she blinks in the low light.

A man looks over at her from the bar, his eyes travelling the length of her body. He's handsome enough. Brunette, dark eyes, stubble across his jaw. Different enough to the Targaryen men.

Sidling up to him, the man gives her a smirk, "Hello, gorgeous."

"Hey." Mila smirks, resting her hand on the man's shoulder. He smiles wolfishly, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her to him.

"Get you a drink?"

"I'd really appreciate it." The stranger calls over the bartender, geting the pair of them shots of tequila that disappear as soon as they arrived. After a few more, Mila is practically draped across the man, letting him kiss down her neck as his hands wander down her back.

Someone familiar pops into view, and Mila's eyes widen as she meets the eyes of Jason Lannister. He smirks, walking over to her. She gently pulls the stranger off of her, giving him a smile, "One of my friends is over there, I'll be back in a second."

"Sure." He slurs, nodding as he reaches for his next shot.

By the time she abandons him, Jason is in her personal space, his beady eyes meeting hers. Mila practically jumps on him, clinging to him like a raft in the ocean. Because right now, this is not a person in front of her.

It's an opportunity to get high again, properly high. To make it all go away.

“Jason, I need a hit, please.” Mila begs, grasping onto the fabric of his jacket.

“Aw, sweetie, of course I can help you.” Jason leans forwards, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger, “But baby, you’re gonna have to work for it this time, okay?”

Mila nods, desperation in her veins as she leans into the Lannister's touch, paying no mind to his malicious smile. His hand wraps around her jaw possessively, white teeth gleaming as he nips at her cheekbone. Mila lets him drag her back through the crowd, having just enough sense to grab Aegon's coat from the cloak room before she is pulled by Jason out into the night.

"Come on, gorgeous, let's get you high." He murmurs into her ear as he pulls her along.

The bald doorman gives her a strange look as she is pulled into the dilapidated crack den Jason frequents. A week ago, she had been here getting her first hit since she was fifteen, and now she's back, but being pulled in past the rusty doorway into the dim light of the corridor.

It's near empty, a few vices can be heard from adjoining rooms. Jason says nothing as he pulls her along by her wrist. With bleary eyes, she looks back at the bald man, who watches them both with beady eyes until they disappear into a room.

Jason shuts the door behind them, smirking as Mila sways slightly.

"Why don't you sit down, sweetheart." He murmurs, grabbing hold of the lapels of her coat and tugging it off of her. Mila groans at the sudden disappearance of Aegon's comforting smell, hands feebly going to grab the coat back before her head swims and she stumbles back.

She's way drunker than she thought. And the weed, molly and coke has definitely affected her more than she realised at the club.

"Jason... I don't think I want to do this anymore." She says softly, confused as Jason continues to push her backwards. The backs of her knees collide with a leather couch, and she falls over on to it with a grunt. Jason simply chuckles, taking off his jacket and kneeling over her on the couch.

Panic grips her, and she becomes more alert as he looms over her, his hands dragging over her body.

"Stop..." Mila weakly says, trying to kick the Lannister away. He remains undeterred, laughing bitterly as he runs a hand through her messy hair.

"No, I don't think I will." He bites, "You remember the drill, sweetheart, I gave you that last hit for free, knowing you would come back. Have you forgotten how this works?" His hands drift down her ribcage, the weight of his fingers feeling slimy against her clothed body.

"I don't want to. Get the fuck off of me!" Mila shouts, pushing at his chest as he forces his weight fully on top of her.

"Lannister." The bald doorman walks in, freezing as he spots Jason sprawled on top of a struggling Mila. He averts his eyes, clearly uncomfortable, "Uh... some guy is here to talk to you."

"Tell him to fuck off, Jon, I'm busy!" Jason commands, returning his face to Mila's neck. She whines and tries pushing him off.

Jon looks at the pair, his face conflicted before he turns and leaves, the door clicking shut behind him, the finality of it sending further panic through Mila.

"If you keep struggling, this will be way worse for you." Jason grits out, grabbing her calves and wrangling them around his waist. Mila smacks his chest, clawing at his face until he backhands her, making her see stars.

"Stop!" Mila slurs, feeling him take her wrists into one of his hands, pressing his body impossibly close to her as he groans.

Mila looks away, staring at the blackened tiles of the storeroom, her body shuddering and tears falling down her cheeks as Jason's hands begin push her dress up. Distantly, a door slams open, banging against a wall.

"You fucking bastard!" Someone shouts.

Something breaks, heavy footsteps erupt around her and Jason begins making a spluttering, choking sound. His weight is tugged off of her as she tries to catch her breath. She blinks blearily, trying to see through her tears and her foggy mind. Her jaw drops as she takes in the scene across the room.

An arm is wrapped around Jason's neck, holding him in a chokehold as Jason goes red and struggles against his assailant. A flash of silvery hair can be seen, and Mila breathes a sigh of relief.

Aegon shoves Jason away, sending the man to his knees, coughing and retching.

Trying to sit up, Mila looks to the open doorway. Bald Jon stands in the doorway, looking out in the hallway as if nothing is happening.

"Fucking Aegon fucking Targaryen." Jason groans, his voice hoarse. Mila looks over at him, shivering and shuddering at his murderous, soulless eyes. "Should have known your junkie ass would get a little junkie girlfriend. Guess your brother decided to be done doing charity! You know as well as I do that you put a little dope in her veins and she'll let you do whatever you want to her-"

Aegon silences him with a kick to the nose, sending blood spurting out over his boot and Jason's face as the Lannister screams in pain, curling up into a protective ball. Turning to look at her, Aegon's eyes soften.

"Come on, Mila, let's go." Aegon murmurs, taking a tentative step towards her as to not frighten her.

She lets out a soft sound, allowing him to wrap his arms around her and pull her up, wrapping her in his arms. She holds onto him like a koala, burying her face into the comfort of his neck.

"I've got you, I've got you..." Aegon says, holding her with one arm as he grabs his coat with the other, his crocs squeaking on the tiled floor.

As they leave the room, Aegon nods to Jon. Over Aegon's shoulder, the bald man gives Mila a look.

"I've got a daughter about your age." He says softly, before clicking his teeth and storming back down the hallway, ignoring the sounds of Jason Lannisters pained groans.

It's raining when the pair of them exit the dilapidated building.

Thunder rolls ahead, as thick drops of rain pitter patter around them. Aegon lingers under the shelter of an overhead fire escape, shacking out his coat and wrapping it around Mila's shaking body, covering her head.

He jogs over to a car, a rickety looking thing the colour of the sea. He fumbles slightly as he unlocks it, opening the passanger door and gently sitting Mila down in it. He helps her put her arms through her coat, not before checking her forearms for fresh needle marks. When he finds none, he gives her temple a quick kiss, pulling the coat snug around her. The rain drenches him as he does this, put he pays no mind to it.

When he shuts her door, Mila sits in silence. She watches Aegon walk around the car, his white blonde hair sticking to his skull as he darts through the onslaught. The muffled noise of the rain and nearby traffic makes Mila's head spin, and she wraps her armsa round herself protectively.

"Gods, fuck, seven, shit..." Aegon mumbles as he practically dives into the driver's seat, shaking his head like a dog before he takes a shuddering breath, looking out the windshield.

He seems distant for a second, breathing heavily as his eyes dart around, like a frightened animal. He flinches, remembering Mila is next to him, and turns to her.

Slowly, he reaches a hand forwards, aware of her fragile state. She allows him to place his hand on her cheek, offering a small, soothing gesture as she shakes. A small sob escapes her, and Aegon quickly busies himself with turning the car on and truning on the flimsy heaters.

"Gonna take a while to get warm, this car is a heap of shit. Sorry, Mila." Aegon chuckles nervously.

Mila looks at him, her eyebrows creasing as she takes in his appearance. "Are... are you in your pyjamas?" She asks shakily, looking down at his joggers, sleeping gown and neon crocs.

"I may or may not have ran after you without putting much thought into my outfit, sue me." He murmurs, taking her hands in his and blowing on them to warm her up.

They sit in silence for a moment. Aegon focuses on warming her hands up, eyes distant as he rubs at her numb flesh, and Mila watches him with sad, scared eyes.

"I can't go back there." She sobs, her eyes glassy with unshed tears, "Please, Aegon, I can't go back."

Aegon's eyes rise to look at her, his face illuminated by the streetlights, shadows cast by raindrops freckle his pale skin. He nods, swallowing thickly as he turns his attention back to the street outside.

"Okay. Okay, we won't go back." He says softly, his thumb absentmindedly stroking over her knuckle. He ponders for a moment, gnawing on the inside of his cheek.

Then, his eyes light up, and a small smile appears on his pouty lips. He turns the car on, giving Mila a self-assured smile.

"I know where we can go."

AN// Guys the love and support I have been getting for this fic is actually amazing, thank you all so much for your likes, reblogs, comments and messages <3

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Like Blood on Iron | Part 7

Historical Executioner AU Summary: The executioner has always been an enigma to you - drawing you in. His sword drawing a line in the dirt as he made his way to the village center, and leaving back to his cottage on the outskirts of town. However, your curiosity can't stop the future your family has planned for you.

A/N: Two in a week? Who am I? I wrote most of this today, and should have just waited until my regularly scheduled days to post, but I couldn't.

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You would recognize his silhouette in a hurricane. Wet hair plastered to your forehead and rain dripping in your eyes doesn't disturb the image of him waiting for you down the now mud swamped road. You push your hood off of your head, trying to let him know to come to you, to come speak to you, but instead he turns and disappears into the narrow alleys between the small shops and houses.

You should go inside; you can tell from the twitch of the curtains that someone is watching you - watched Jonathan kiss you on the cheek and walk off. You know whoever it is: Mother, Father, Maggie - they're waiting for you to come inside from the stinking rain that's pelting your skin. They're crowded around the window wondering why you won't move.

You run after him, slipping and sliding in the mud that clings to your skin and coats you in a thin sheen. You can barely make out the edge of his cloak whipping around corners in a seemingly nonsense pattern, always too far away from you for you to catch up. It's not until you emerge at the edge of the village, overlooking the cove that you realize where he's gone.

You slide down the rocks, scraping your shins, your palms, the back of your thighs against the rough rocks as the rain makes them too slick to catch a grip on. Blood mixing with the rain and the mud, you crash into the sand, dress torn to shreds. Just another to end up shoved in the back of the closet where questions can't reach it.

Simon's a black mass against the dark sand, a tornado in his own right as the wind pulls his cloak away from his body, whipping it into terrifying shapes - the monster the rest of the village thinks he is. The mask is gone, for the first time you see him bare outside of the safety of his own home. The cross scar shines pale against the rest of his skin, the moon still bright enough through the clouds to illuminate him.

"Simon!" Your voice is carried away from you by the wind. You don't know if he hears you or knows that you'd follow as he turns toward you.

He doesn't reach out to you, the reflex you've gotten so used to him showing around you as you come to a stop beside him, your own cloak pulling painfully against you in the wind.

"Shouldn't you be inside?"

He speaks so low you're not sure if you actually hear him.

"What?"

"You don't need to be out here in this; you're getting married soon. You don't want to be sick."

His words are like a kick in the stomach - not just the what he's said, but the way he speaks to you. Even from the first time here on the beach, he'd never spoken so flat - so empty to you. There had always been something so uniquely Simon in his voice. But now - this is how he must speak to those knelt down in front of him, waiting for his sword to swing. How he must have sounded to Uncle Henry when he knelt down to whisper to him.

"Simon it wasn't - it was just a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't anything important."

"It should have been more."

The feeling of it all: his words, the cloak tugging at your neck, the rain and mud sticking to your skin, the burning in your palms, it's too much.

"What did you say?"

Simon doesn't look at you as he speaks, his hands held tightly behind his back, eyes watching the waves that crash heavy on the horizon.

"He's going to be your husband. You should have been sneaking off with him - you should have followed him. It's the right thing."

His skin is ice cold where you grab him on the arm, none of his usual warmth bleeding through the dark fabric of his shirt.

"Simon, please don't say that. I don't want -"

"Go home."

"No."

Simon doesn't shake your arm free, doesn't shove you away, but he might as well with the look in his eyes when he finally looks at you. Bright eyes unusually dark, the circles underneath them nearly black.

"Why do you keep coming back? There is so much more for you elsewhere."

You can't breathe, you have to clutch his arm to keep yourself grounded or you think you might let the rain wash you out into the sea. He grabs you, hands warm while the rest of him is freezing.

"We can dream all we want, but I've got nothing for you but a shack in the woods and a life full of being shunned."

"Better that with you than anything with anyone else."

He's heaving beneath your touch, trying to keep himself from unraveling everything that he's packed so small inside. He doesn't want to speak what he's thinking of: you can see it written in the corners of his eyes, in the wrinkles of worry you're not sure you've ever seen before.

"You say that now. But what about when you want a family?" His voice is pained at the thought.

"You are my family."

"This life isn't enough for you, even if you refuse to see it yourself," his grip on you turns bruising - harder than he's ever held you, even when you begged for harder. "I will not be responsible for seeing you suffer in the coming years because you thought you loved me. You told me you wanted to leave and travel - I can't do that with you here."

"I do love you."

You're begging; you will get on your knees to beg if it makes him stop talking to you like this, to stop holding you like he's never going to get the chance to do it ever again. But there's iron in his eyes, and your blood on his skin, and you know that this is it.

He doesn't have to tell you he loves you - not like when he whispered it into your skin or when he would braid your hair into tangles in the early mornings. It rolls off of him as he pushes you back, mouth capturing yours. He tastes like the rain and something bitter, something you've never tasted on him before.

You trip over a divot in the sand, but Simon catches you, pulling you up so that your legs wrap around his waist. He walks the two of you back until you're sheltered by the rocks that form the ledge above.

The rocks dig into your back, but you don't feel them as Simon hitches up your skirts around you. This time it's different - there is no gentleness in the way he takes you; not like all the other times before. The rain covers the two of you, and you know this is the last time. The last time you'll taste him or feel the thick calluses of his fingers on the back of your thigh.

And when the two of you cross the ending together, he doesn't pull out to spill himself anywhere but inside of you. He pushes you harder against the rocks, keeping himself buried inside of you until he can't stay any longer.

You can feel the scratches on your back stinging from the rain, and you hope they never stop - one of the last reminders of Simon you know you're ever going to get.

He doesn't kiss you when he settles you onto the ground, doesn't kiss you as he straightens the tattered and torn edges of your skirt back down, fingers chaste against the soaked and ruined fabric. He doesn't speak as he holds your face in his hands, thumbs brushing the water from your cheeks and you don't know if it's rain or tears, but you're sure he does.

You don't know if it's the rain or the sorrow that stops your feet from working, but Simon, strong as he always has been, carries you home on his back - a caricature of all the times you've been in his arms before. His boot kicking against the front door is thunderous on the darkened street.

Father doesn't ask what's happened when he swings the door open and finds Simon sliding you off of his shoulders; he doesn't ask why your knees buckle or why Mother rushes forward to grab you from Simon, her own hand lingers on Simon's a moment to long before Father whispers a 'thank you' and let's the door slam shut.

You know by the way her hands cradle you that Mother knows what happened out there in the storm. She doesn't let Father touch you, instead pushing him away and calling for Maggie to help carry you up the stairs. Your mother, always so fastidious about cleanliness and the whiteness of the linens, strips you down to your underdress and tucks you into bed, mud and all, burrowing herself beside you, fingers doing their best to push away the fever that threatens to build at your temple.

"I'm sorry."

I'm sorry.

You're sick for two weeks, fever burning through your skin. You think at times that the blankets around you must be turning into ash. The people beside your bed flicker in and out: Maggie rearranging the sheets around you, Lily pressing a cold washcloth to your forehead. Jonathan reading something in a book to you, his voice rumbling through the house.

Mother bathing you gently, fingers brushing through your hair, working the tangles out with a comb.

It's Jonathan at your side when you wake, a book in his hands and his boots tapping heavily on the floor beneath him. The sound shoots straight through your skull.

"Will you stop that?"

His hand probes at your temple, fingers taking your temperature. You don't even have it in you to push him off, to tell him to go away. The chair someone placed beside your bed creaks under his weight as he slips off of it, book landing heavily on the floor. He drops to his knees beside you so, eyes scanning your face for any sign of the fever coming back.

"How'd you feel?"

He speaks to you like you're a wounded animal, soft and low. Like you'll run at any moment. but there's nowhere to run this time.

"Like I was trampled by a horse."

His chuckle, just a short breath from his nose, washes over the ache in your muscles.

"I thought you were when I saw you laying here the first time."

He slides his hand beneath the blankets to grab yours, and you let him, welcoming the warmth and roughness against your still frozen skin.

"Did I sleep through our wedding?"

"Unfortunately not. There's still six days for you to be rid of me."

You can't help the hot tears that start to flow from you - Jonathan doesn't ask why as he brushes them away, pulling himself into bed beside you and letting you turn the front of his shirt dark with your own tears.

"I know love. I'm sorry."

But his warmth isn't enough - isn't a replacement for what you're wishing for.

The dress is beautiful, you think as Maggie's fingers lace the back up gently. In the three weeks you were sick you'd lost so much weight that the stays have to be pulled tighter to form the fabric around yourself than originally intended. You want to apologize to her; this should have been her dress - she is the one who wants to get married. The weight of your disappointment grows heavier as Lily works around Maggie, her fingers pinning your hair up deftly with Grandma's pins.

You don't recognize yourself when they step away; the white of the dress sparkling back at you in the wavy mirror, blurring your features as you furiously try to blink back the tears that threaten to ruin the entire thing.

Jonathan had been there every day you'd been sick, but it wasn't the same. You'd wanted to ask him if the dark shroud was outside, if he was there at all. But you couldn't do it. Couldn't bring yourself to know if he wasn't there.

"It's going to be alright," Maggie soothes, fingers running down the fabric of your shoulders. "And you'll still be close - Jonathan asked Father if Lily and I could come stay with you for a while after the two of you return from your trip."

"I'm not sure my husband would appreciate sharing a bed with the three of us."

Maggie's distorted reflection smiles weakly at you in the mirror; you clasp her hand tightly, hoping the sweat doesn't stain the delicate white fabric.

A heavy knock reverberates through the house - you feel it shake the floorboards beneath you.

"I'll get it," Lily says, slipping out of the door, heavy dress swishing around her ankles. You think of her asking you to tighten her dress, of the way she'd smiled at the boy in the market. Soon you'll be getting her ready for her own wedding, and you wonder if she'll consider it a death sentence like you or look forward to it like Maggie.

Her voice is muffled; you try to focus on it as Maggie ducks beneath your bilious skirts to help you slide your shoes on. You teeter on one foot, and she grabs your calf to try to help you from falling. Lily's feet patter up the steps, and she trips through the door, skirt catching on a snag on the floor.

"There's-" she's breathless from rushing up the stairs, "there's someone here to see you."

You know who it is by the way she stumbles over the word 'somebody'.

Maggie's warm hand finishes the lacing on your shoe before she emerges from the cloud of skirts around you, hair disheveled. Lily's still staring at you, the thread of her dress connecting her to the floor, to the house you once so desperately tried to escape from.

Your heart squeezes in your chest; you grip the lace at your wrist hard enough you can feel some of the threads snapping.

You know it's a horrible idea: to see him now. But you push past Maggie and Lilly, tripping on the skirt as you do your best to keep your balance flying down their stairs. The feeling of him courses through your veins as your feet hit the main landing; but the entryway is empty. Your stomach sinks; he must have left, must have -

"You look beautiful."

Simon stares at you from the kitchen doorway; hands clasped behind his back. He's devoid of his usual mask; pale skin exposed to the world. His eyes are dark, the skin around them gaunt and sleep deprived. You long to reach out and grab him, but you keep your hands to yourself. He looks so much like he did that night in the cove. The scratches against your back have healed up, but you can still feel them pulsing just below the surface.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, trying and failing to keep your voice steady.

"I wanted to see you again before I couldn't again."

A thousand wild thoughts course through you: this wouldn't have to end the two of you. You could still see each other, in secret; you would do anything to keep him, but you know what his answer to it would be. How he would shake his head, and tell you it's impossible.

And you know that, despite however you may feel, Jonathan doesn't deserve that level of cruelty, not after nursing you back to life for the past three weeks, not after kneeling at your bedside and brushing away tears he knew didn't belong to him.

"Why today? You could have come to see me days ago."

"I wanted a glimpse into a different life."

It's not sadness that flows through you; the fever burnt that out of you weeks ago. Now it's anger like you've never felt: the anger that you know takes over Mother when she smashes things against the wall in her and Father's room. The anger that takes her over when she makes the walls rattle in her wake.

"This is cruel, and you know it."

Simon has the good graces to not meet your eyes as he shifts, boots covered in a thick layer of dust.

"I know."

"I thought you wanted me to forget you."

In the distance the church bell tolls, timing the hour. The minutes to your wedding tick down, waiting for the sun to fully set before Father comes to get you to escort you there. And Simon in front of you wears down whatever resolve that you had to get yourself there.

"I think I'm too selfish for that."

"I wish you were."

He chews on the inside of his cheek, and you know if you were to kiss him right now, you'd taste the iron of his blood.

"I would still run away with you, if you asked right now."

"We've got nowhere to run to."

"That doesn't bother me."

A sharp staccato of a knock on the door breaks the spell between the two of you. You linger, waiting for Simon to say something else, but the knocking increases, pulling you away from him.

Simon takes advantage of you walking away to try to slip out the backdoor. The small courtyard is covered in leaves, they crunch heavily beneath his booted feet. The sound of the door opening back up behind him pulls his attention away from the path home.

He doesn't turn to look back, but he cowardly hopes it's your voice that calls out to him from the doorway. But it's not.

"You're just going to run away? You're not even going to fight for her?"

Maggie stares at him from the shut doorway, all acerbic and sharp edges - the opposite of you. Simon feels like the look in eyes is enough to set him on fire from shame.

"She deserves better than me; better than a life on the run."

"Who are you to decide what my sister deserves?"

She walks quickly, heels sharp against the cobblestones. Simon thinks she's going to hit him. He would deserve it; he can tell by the way her fingers curl that it would hurt.

"My sister," Maggie says, nearly whispering at him in the biting air, "could do worse than Jonathan. I had to beg my father and mother to not marry her off to some of the men they had in mind. But she deserves more than just being someone's wife for the rest of her life."

She cuts Simon off sharply when he tries to speak.

"My sister would run to the farthest edges of the earth to be with you - to see the world with you."

She leaves him there, the wind cutting through him, slamming the door shut hard enough behind her to rattle the windows and the wood.

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oncasette · 2 years

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𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘, 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘, 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘

KINKTOBER X — eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: 1k.

“Shh, sweetheart. Don’t want them hearing you, now do we?” His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him over the stereo. You probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been speaking directly into your ear, lips brushing against your skin. “Be a doll and grab that blanket, hm?”

or the one where you’re stuck sitting in the back of Robin’s car for your beach trip. with eddie. on his lap.

warnings: accidental stimulation, premature ejaculation, fingering (f! receiving), public sex

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You hated Robin’s new car.

It was cute, sure, with the convertible top and the two doors that made it look like a kid’s toy than a vehicle, but you hated it. The backseat was nonexistent and, of course, in honor of her most recent purchase, she had to be the one to drive the four of you down to the beach for the night.

You loved Robin. You were so proud of her for saving up and for finally getting a car of her own, but you would kill for a real backseat right now. And a trunk.

All of your bags had been shoved into one half of the backseat, or what could barely be called one, and after Steve had unsurprisingly been gifted shotgun, that left one seat. For both you and Eddie.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured Robin, not wanting to be the reason the four of you had to take Eddie’s van again. “No biggie.”

But that was before you’d actually gotten situated in the car and before Robin had gotten off of the freeway and onto the backroads and before your crotch had perfectly angled itself against the zipper of Eddie’s jeans. You’d already spent an hour on the interstate. You thought you would’ve gone numb by now.

It shouldn’t work you up this much. You’d sat on his lap before, at a party or two, but you could feel every imperfection in the road as it sent the outline of his cock up further, pressing against you in the most delicious bit of friction.

“You good?” you hear Eddie whisper in your ear and you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. His arm is locked tight around your waist, the other laid out, palm flat against your bare thigh.

“Yeah,” you say. “Fabulous.”

“You sure, sweetheart?” he asks and you force yourself to think about your grandma and kittens and a little kid in a candy store. Anything to make you forget about how good he sounds right now and how nice his breath feels against your neck.

“Sure,” you squeak. Another bump in the road has your clit throbbing against the seam of his pants as Robin apologizes.

“Angel,” he whispers. “I can feel you.”

“What?”

“I can feel you.” You keep your eyes locked on the front seat. “And I know you can feel me, too.”

You can feel him. Can feel the sticky, wet spot beneath you and suddenly all the grunts he’d been making earlier made a lot of sense.

“Eddie-“

You grab that blanket that’s stuffed beneath your feet. It’s thin, thankfully, but not thin enough to show anything happening beneath it as you throw it over your lap.

“Everything alright back there?” Steve asks.

“Fine! Just got… cold, y’know?” you sputter out. You can feel your face getting hotter as you pray that neither of them will turn around.

“Oh! I can turn the ac down if you need me to! Or-“

“Good, Rob. Promise,” you assure her.

His hand slips in your shorts as soon as you’ve gotten everything situated. The hand that was previously resting on your knee. The other one is still keeping you locked to his frame, not that you’d have anywhere else to go, really.

“Can’t believe you got this wet just sitting on my lap,” he tuts. He pops the button easily, somehow, with his thumb before he’s pushing past the waistband of your panties. His movements are slow, barely there in an effort to minimize the noise.

“Eds,” you whimper. One he disguises with a cough.

“Shh, be quiet or I stop.”

You bite your tongue.

“So, Harrington. How’s the front seat treating you?” Eddie asks as he pushes his middle finger through your folds, gathering the slick that has built up there.

“Fine?” Steve responds. “It’d be better if Robin let me pick the music.”

“No one wants to listen to Tears for Fears, Steve. Plus, driver picks the music! It’s, like, car rules 101,” Robin scoffs. She takes a second to breathe before she’s starting up again. “And another thing-“

“Robin! No one else wants to listen to Rocky Horror Picture show for four hours!”

Eddie takes their distraction as a chance to slip his finger inside of you.

“Don’t know how long we’ve got, sweetheart,” he mumbles.

The heel of his palm digs into your clit as he pumps the digit in and out of you. It only takes him a couple thrusts to add his ring finger into the mix, scissoring his fingers and curling them against your gummy walls.

“What do you think, Munson?” you hear Robin ask through the cotton that’s been stuffed in your ears.

“Sure, yeah,” he replies. It’s a wonder the squelch of your pussy is concealed enough, both under the blanket and the stereo Robin has turned up to an uncomfortable volume. “Think you can cum for me, angel? Know how much you need it.”

You nod. It’s hard to form words, tongue heavy in your mouth. All you can focus on is Eddie. How he smells, the cigarette smoke on his breath. The cotton of his t-shirt and metal of his rings. The drag of his fingers inside you.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says and you remember the stain of his cum on his jeans. The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, toppling over into your orgasm with a silent moan. “Aw, wasn’t that good, baby?”

You’re heaving as you come down. Panting like a dog as he removes his fingers and wipes your wetness on his jeans.

“Now, aren’t you glad we took Robin’s car?” he whispers.

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porchlightfairy · 2 years

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“I’ll Stop the World and Melt with You”

argyle x reader

summary: You and Argyle are road tripping and watch the sunrise. It’s so romantic that you have sex.

a/n: thank you to the lovely @chosovixen for requesting this. boyfriend!argyle is hot.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

I’ll stop the world and melt with you

You would think having a mellow boyfriend like Argyle meant that you wouldn’t be doing anything outlandish. You were expecting home-cooked meals and movies on the couch. Occasionally eating out at the taco shops that stay open late. Heart to hearts in the park and making out afterward.

What you did not expect from him was to ask you to go on a road trip with him down the California coast in his van. Of course, you said yes because it was Argyle, and going on a road trip with him would be peak romance. It took some time to get used to. The, having to shower at rest stops, and not being able to eat a home-cooked meal for a while took its toll. Argyle would miss some exits here and there but with no true journey end, it wasn’t so bad. At night, you would make a pallet of cushions and blankets to lay on. You slept tucked into Argyle’s side and would fall asleep to the sound of the waves washing up on the shore.

“Babe, babe. Wake up.” Argyle’s hushed tone wakes you up. You groan a little and look up at him in confusion. “Let’s go outside.”

“What time is it?” You mumble as you look out the window, it is still dark out. “Are the cops asking us to move?”

“No, just, come outside.” He opens the van door and hops out. Your groan and turn over covering yourself with the blanket. Argyle snatches it off and pulls your leg until you’re nearly out of the van.

“Ugh, fine, fine.” You put your sandals on reluctantly and follow Argyle along the beachside and up a rocky hill. You were on a secluded part of the beach. You were surprised you didn’t get in trouble from where you were. Once at the top of the hill, Argyle sets the blanket down on a patch of grass and lays down flat on his back. You lay down next to him, the warmth from the van and the covers had dissipated and you were freezing in the wind.

You snuggle up closer to him and whine, “Argyle it’s cold.”

He chuckles and pulls you closer, “Don’t fret my dear, I shall keep you warm.” He kisses your face as you sit and listen to the waves. You watch as the clouds start to break apart, and the wind sends shivers down your back. Argyle mindlessly moves his hand up and down your arm, up to your shoulder then back down to your elbow. He repeats the motion.

You feel yourself getting lulled back to sleep by Argyle’s body heat. But as soon as you close your eyes you open them again. You think about how your boyfriend has just woken you up at the crack of dawn to lay in the cold. Your eyes fly back open. “Argyle, what are we doing out here?” You whisper.

“I wanted to share this special moment with you.” He responds, he then points to the horizon that you lay in front of, “Look.” You sit up and watch as the yellow sun peeks up from the large hills it hid behind. The sky changes to orange and the night sky brighten to normal sky blue. You tear up at the sight in front of you. Argyle sits up behind you and smiles, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You turn to see him staring at you. You smile widely, “It’s gorgeous.” You take his face in your hands and kiss him. His hands move to your waist and rest you on the blanket. His hands move down your body to your thighs. He then hooks his fingers underneath your knees and props them up on either side of his body. He kisses down your back causing you to moan as he reaches your collar.

He separates from the kiss and looks down at you. The sun’s rays made your skin glow, you looked ethereal on the blanket. Words couldn’t describe what he was feeling right now. He grabs your hand and kisses the palm. He laces your fingers with him before kissing down your stomach.

“Argyle,” You bite your lip. You could get caught out here. You look around quickly before looking back at him.

He licks his lips as he slips your pants and under down to the point just above your knees. You clench your thighs together as the cold air tickles your pussy. You suck your teeth as he kisses each of your thighs. He then moves up to your pussy and kisses between the lips and slides his tongue up and down. You moan at the sensation and slowly grind against his face, “Argyle~” You let out another raspy moan.

“I love the sound of my name on your lips.” He slinks up your body and kisses you again. He then lays beside you and slips off his own pants and underwear. You turn to your side and he sidles up behind you, cock in hand.

He rubs his cock against your slit, “You ready?” He asks, you grab his other hand and lace your fingers tucking them close to your chest. Slowly, he inserts himself into your pussy. You let out a quiet moan and squeeze his hand tighter. He continues to thrust into you, he pants into your ear as he feels your pussy clench around him. “Fuck you’re so tight, baby.” You moan as he licks the shell of your ear, “I’m gonna cum.” He whimpers.

“Cum inside me, baby.” You whisper back breathily.

He moves his hand down to your clit, “Cum with me.” You shake a little as he rubs circles around your clit. You clench your teeth trying not to make too much noise. “Cum baby, cum with me.”

You moan out as you cum, Argyle thrusts into you one final time before pulling out of you. He kisses the side of your face repeatedly. “That was a godsend.” He lets out a breath, “You looked so beautiful in the light.” You feel your face get warm and you turn over to face him. “You always do.”

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kingofstag · 2 years

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like a sinking stone, turn me over, bring me home

lupe's

lupe's not into

shes never been that type.

nothing against it, of course.

shes just never been, ah

open

unclothed

shes comfortable with the breeze on her collarbones, forearms, nothing more

can't imagine, cant summon the want for

sunlight to stream

lower

cant imagine being so

barren, sunburned

cooked, cant

imagine her shirtless skin

pressed against anothers

but that was before

that was before

jess and her

fingertips that singe like

sun-warm windows and lupe's too

close to the glass

lupe feels like sunglasses,

shirtsleeves,

are not enough

lupe feels

beached like an upturned

shell, belly to the sky

she feels

naked in her clothes,

yanking on her sleeves to shield the

sunrise of jess' touch, she's never been

touched

like how river water knows the

roads between sunken stones, she

flows alone, comfortable

in her own current.

lupe feels like a fresh water stream

sucked into jess' salty, starving

sea, see

the problem isn't that lupe cant swim, it's that in jess' ocean her feet can't

touch the ground and she'll flounder

if she doesn't focus, she'll forget to

breathe.

she doesn't want salt water in the

open wounds she pretends

don't exist.

lupe dreams about swimming fully clothed.

lupe dreams about jess' salty foam sucking

at her socked ankles, shes thankful when

she wakes, breathing,

but the sheets are wet.

lupe wonders, peering out across the open

water between their mattresses how the sand stands under her rolling tide then remembers that it doesn't.

jess wakes each day trying to drown her.

what's worse?

lupe is the last to know.

she realizes, every crooked

warm bicep around her neck has been a

sweet trap, like a pungent

worm-fat hook and lupe is a

salmon way downstream, not in

Kansas anymore.

she's trapped in the net of jess'

open arms, she'd harm herself trying

to get back out.

so she doesn't.

lup is a salmon that refuses to run or be eaten.

she chooses, instead, to

sink.

"tell me" jess begs from the twisting plush of her mouth, right up against lupe's as she backs them into their locked bedroom door. shes got her hands nowhere, palms flat on either side of lupe's head, but her body is near.

lupe's is, too. all of her feels right at the surface, teeming and alive but with circumstance.

"i don't -" she starts, brows creased, shoulders at her ears.

"i know." jess reminds, the corner of her mouth weighty, mirthful. lupe wonders how she does that, how she carries every ounce of smugness without making it heavy. "so tell me." she continues, voice low, leaning in. "tell me how."

lupe blushes, stupid, but keeps a brave face about it. "ever been to the beach?" she gruffs, hopes jess gets it.

jess' eyes are suddenly lighthouse bright, a pleased, hungry beacon on lupe's face. "been in a creek."

"ah." lupe breathes.

"ah." jess echoes, agrees, shifts. "i think i can manage that." jess says, makes sure lupe sees her smirking mouth before they kiss.

to lupes ears it sounds a lot like "follow me, ill bring you to shore."

"ah-" lupe groans in her throat, head back against the door.

jess gropes over her with wide, wanting fingers, palm at the seat of her buttoned up slacks and pushing forward.

lup can feel her eyes, not unlike the steady rock of her guiding touch in their ability to brand.

lupe's dizzy from the creak of their pants shifting together, like two boats at dock

"jess" she calls, rocking into her, wanting to declare something solid.

she feels she might capsize, can't tell if jess is working for or against her. can't tell anymore if jess is the shoreline or the

storm.

"ive got you." jess promises but her words both float and sink. lupe feels held under her arms like a child in a pool, safe to drown because she knows she won't.

"okay." lupe trusts, open-mouthed, ready

or not to suck water into her lungs.

jess smiles, thumbs the button of her slacks. "now-" she captains,

"steady on."

#did i stay up until 2:00 a.m. writing a poem about two stone dykes fucking?#yes. yes i did #a league of their own #lupe garcia #jess mccready #butch4butch

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wishicouldcrossthesea · 1 year

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my visit in june to monk's house. the heat lay bodily over the fields as if it were human and sexual. i cried on the bus there and in the bathroom at the house. i left a stone from brighton beach on virginia's grave in the jewish fashion. the elm tree above virginia's grave lifted flat, waxy palms towards the sky in prayer: the light made brilliant cutouts through its fronds, nonsensical and beautiful the way only nature, in its nonsense, is beautiful. i walked the laneways behind the house and the church next to it under clouds of dust. the faces of white cliffs yawned through england's green skin in the distance. when i walked up the long road from the bus stop to the front office i saw a rabbi and his wife leaving. a student from georgia and i pondered bus timetables together from behind our sunglasses. i pressed my face against the glass partitioning virginia's writing room from the outside and felt God.

#personal

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fragileizywriting · 2 years

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spent a really long time today at the beach, and i passed by those dingy motels that kiss the edge of the road where road becomes a small sliver of space that people try to turn in so they can find a parking spot. anyway, they're these motels where everything is dated to the 70s, dark orange wood and green carpeted floors and ugly palm-tree motif blankets that haven't been washed since they've been made. there's no doubt to be beach decor in this motel room; maybe it has two beds, each with a bedskirt that matches the heavy curtain that gets stuck halfway and only gives you a sliver of light. there's a vending machine if you turn right and walk a few 'suites' down, locked up behind a metal cage to prevent theft, filled with pepsi products, with a glow to it at 3am that gives you a sympathy headache and a reccurance of nausea from the last time you gripped the edge of that very same, maresia-damaged cage when you choked on last night's pizza filled with onions and ham and whatever else your friends dared you to try out.

this motel is a fucking nightmare. you don't dare to touch the tv, though it looks to be the only thing modern and recent in this blast-from-the-past; it's a roku tv, with a tiny little remote, and the tv sits on an ugly looking dresser with flat, easy-to-clean handles. you don't even dare to sit properly on the bed, either, but for a few days it's home and all you need it is for a place to put your head down anyway. the real adventure is outside, away from this muffled, faint scent of mothballs and the most peculiar scent of aerosol vanilla, and you're just so grateful, even for a second, when the cars across the street are done honking at each other for nearly getting into a crash, and your loved one is nearly done using the bathroom with the accordion door that doesn't nearly close all the way enough for privacy, you can hear the sound of the waves.

crashing.

pulling.

crashing again.

pulling again.

and throughout this whole ordeal, munching on a poptart you'd brought along for the car ride while sitting in this weird side table/side chair thing, taking it in, looking at your suitcase next to your loved ones suitcase, you think: god. god, am i grateful to have this. this weird liminal space where for the next four days i don't fucking exist. in the most ugliest motel you could ever imagine, here with the person i love most in the world, cuddling into each other for four whole days, complaining to each other just as we fall asleep that the mattress just fucking sucks. and that's the fun part.

#speakizys #anyway. me and who when #not fandom izy

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bipin568 · 3 days

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Luxury Flats for Sale in Sanpada: A Blend of Comfort and Style

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Affordable and Spacious Apartments in Nerul: Your Gateway to a Luxurious Lifestyle

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