#but I can't shake of the feeling that it was her and she's trying to beef with me rly hard. idk old ppl are so weird man...

[dollyfetti]

"can you just try?" your boyfriend gruffs, his tone gentle as he folds his arms. sitting across from you at a quiet cafe, his fingers lightly caress the back of your hand, sending a flutter through your chest. he's asking you— again— to order for yourself, just this once. he promised, "it'll feel good, trust me," but the thought of speaking up sends a shiver down your spine. you can't even remember the last time you asked for something from anyone.

"yeah, but it's their job to serve you..." he grunted with a tiny chuckle when you'd told him this the last time.

"i know, but i still feel bad..!" you muttered, twisting the hem of your maxi skirt around your fingers. he had grinned, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and let it go.

until now, of course.

he remembers when you were rambling to him one night, frustrated with how you could never speak up for yourself in any situation. you'd felt like a loser. (you are, but he refrained from saying so at the moment hehe)

"just try." he repeats, offering a rare, almost tender smile. you nod, a tiny smile pulling at your lips in response. the waitress comes back, notepad in hand as she asks for your orders, starting with your boyfriend.

"mapu tofu— please." he says, closing his menu with a small nod as she takes it from him.

she smiles, turning her attention to you. your gaze drops back to the menu, but it feels like you’re studying it for the first time. “what would you like?” she hums.

"umm," you mumble breathily. you blink at the many food choices, even though you already know what you want.

"i'll have the.. kimbap, please." you speak lowly, your voice quiet and tentative. your hands cling to the fabric of your skirt, shoulders slightly hunched as you unintentionally try to make yourself smaller.

the waitress leans in slightly, smiling sweetly. "i'm sorry, what was that?"

you feel them both watching you and shrivel in your seat. you inhale sharply, looking up to meet the waitress's gaze before quickly looking back down. "kimbap." you repeat, your voice a little steadier now, though your nerves still tangle in your chest.

she nods, jotting it down before walking away, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. you can't help but feel a little proud of yourself.

"jesus christ, felt like i was catching your introvertness." your boyfriend teases.

"shut up," you giggle, sliding your drink towards you.

"wasn't so bad, right?"

you shake your head, taking a sip of your drink as if it might help calm your racing heart.

"told ya so." he smirks, nudging your foot with his under the table

bakugou, aizawa, toji, zuko, eren, kuroo, + your favs !

[morbidreaiitys]

wrote a little thing for this idk if I like it

You stared in horror as the rotting corpse made her way to the table, her body seemingly sinking underneath her own weight and her skin sagging off of her face. Your entire family turned pale as they watched.

"What is for dinner?" The corpse asked, gurgling out sounds that barely sounded human. Your father cleared his throat.

"Pork and rice... I'll go get you your plate." He made his way to the kitchen, his legs shaking uncontrollably. After all, seeing your own mother rotting over and over again was a sight you could never unsee. He brought her a plate, setting it down and moving back to his seat.

"Shall we say grace?" Your mother asked, and you nodded along. You reached your hand over to the corpse, feeling her wrinkled skin and maggots crawling under your hand. It was disgusting. You had to stop yourself from gagging through grace, finally being allowed to let go and eat your dinner.

~~~~~~~

That night, you'd made your plan. This time, it will surely work. You carried a knife in your hands, tiptoeing over to your grandmother's room and quietly opening the door. She slept on her bed, flies crawling on the walls and ceiling and the smell of rotting flesh filling your senses. You walked to her bed and raised the knife.

"Oh, my granddaughter. What are you doing?"

You froze, staring at the figure. Through a shaky breath, you managed to speak.

"I'm here to kill you. To end your suffering."

"Suffering? My dear, you can't kill me. It's worthless to keep trying."

"You must be in so much pain, though. I can't watch you continue to exist like this."

"How unfortunate." She sat up, her body slumping forward. "I really liked you."

There was a sharp pain in your stomach. You looked down, staring in horror as a small pocket knife was jabbed into your abdomen.

"Goodnight, my child." The corpse laughed. "You've done all you can."

Your final sight before your vision went black was the rotting corpse singing to you a lullaby, tears welling up as your body went limp and you fell to the ground.

Dread fills the family as Grandma takes her usual seat at the head of the table. You really thought she would stay dead this time.

[isaisliterallyhim]

heyyyy love your fics <333

can you do sugar daddy Kaiser who's always been rude and rough with reader but one day when he realises he's falling in love with them he's really gentle, asking how they feel and praising them? if possible can you do fluff along with nsfw???

ahh hii anon!! thank uu i appreciate ur words <33 anywayss i love the plot ohh gosh ygs r so creative omg

"And all I wanna do is stay with HER"

ft. michael kaiser . sugar daddy! kaiser . ooc! kaiser lol... . ness is in the story omg! . is ness ooc! too... . yes ness is ooc asw . character development.? . eventual smut . sex gulp... . piv ! . afab! reader . mistreated! reader ... . fluff asw . unreliable narrator

wc: 1.0k

"she's annoying." kaiser grumbled, taking a sip of wine. ness looked at him, "[name] cares about you that's why." the magician tried to lighten the mood. clearly, it didn't work.

"she just wants fucking money." he retorted. ness frowned, "can't you look at it in a positive way.? at least she's trying. take a look at all the others you've had."

that sentence had kaiser reflecting for a bit. "huh. i suppose you have a point for once, ness." the prodigy felt himself get a little flushed. "you're treating her so rough, how often does she even ask for money.?" ness continued. "don't be so harsh man! she's trying..."

the emperor tsked. "if she's so 'perfect' you take her then." he grumbled. jeez this guy is really helpless man... ness looked at kaiser disgusted for the first time.

"keep acting like that and she's bound to become who you think she really is." ness thought as he picked himself up and left kaiser to his thoughts.

later within the night, kaiser found himself scrolling through your photos after sending you some money (oh need that.) it hit him you were gorgeous. pretty face with a kind heart.. he was going to go insane.

the more he scrolled the more he admired your beauty. you radiated an aura that he just couldn't place his finger on. perfection was a word too vague to describe it.

shaking his head, he set his phone down. hands on his head, he was wondering. what the literal hell was he doing.? all he's ever done was treat you like shit because he had such horrendous experiences with others.

i mean, you were like the others. you were just there for the money... and attention i guess. but there was something more to it. he was just to blind to see it. (tf r ur glasses for mihya bro.)

it was late — hella late. 2:32 A.M.? there's no way you'd come over right? so what the heck were you doing at his door in a matter of moments?

kaiser opened his door, surprised. "you — you actually came?" he asked, somewhat in disbelief. "i'm right here aren't i, dumbass.. plus you called." you shrugged.

the satin on the bed somewhat wrinkled as the both of you sat down. "um, so why'd you want me to come ove-" you were quickly interrupted by an apology. "[name], liebling. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for my behaviour, how i treated you. scheiße, i'm so fuckin' sorry."

he held your visibly smaller and softer hands. his hands feeling quite the opposite. you were kinda a dumbass, "wha — michael huh...?" you shook your head giggling, "what are you apologizing for?"

his gorgeous blue eyes stared into yours. "don't act coy with me, [name]. you don't need to forgive me. i'll do whatever for your forgiveness. please. do you want more money? gifts.? flowers..? wha.. god. what do you want?!" kaiser asked desperately.

you looked at him with a deadpan expression. god, has this man ever been treated alright.? "mihya, i don't really want anything. yea i mean i love money i mean — who doesn't love money. but i'm not here solely because of money." you sighed.

"yes, you have money is definitely a positive trait but, you have more to it. money isn't the only thing that makes you lovable." you continued to ramble. his hands released yours. you were caught in his embrace.

"mihya.?" you whispered. kaiser knew how scary it was to love someone. the amount of devotion you must give. the time and effort. one wrong move? it could all crumble.

his embrace got tighter, you were tensing a little bit up. was he gonna beat you like what the heck is goin' on?! he knew you were always running away from love, 'cause your daddy never gave you enough :((

hey, same for him as well, no? "meine liebe." kaiser breathed, "let's try again together. i'm done with the 'you deserve better' bullshit. i have the choice to be better and i'm taking it."

he loosened his embrace on you, hands on your shoulders. you met his gaze. all it could scream was blue of desperation. not going to even lie, most dedication you've seen in your whole life.

you were still skeptical — hell, i can't blame you! you've been mistreated all the time by partners, getting taken advantage of... what change is this rich and attractive man going to do? he has the money, the women ugh... thinking about it made your head hurt.

"what do you say, liebling. let me show you.?" he leaned in, mumbling into your ear. hah! as if you'd believe what he said and give him a chance.

kaiser would be lying if he said he didn't regret making up with you earlier. he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you. hell! every bit of fiber within him missed you! his lips on yours, oh gosh. he's going crazy. :c

a little while after what was supposed to be a sweet make out, he found himself aligning his tip to your slit. you had glossy eyes as you stared back up at him. he had you pinned onto the bed...

"are you sure?" he asked stroking your stomach, his hands then tracing your curves. "fuu-uck. you're perfect." he mumbled. you nodded in response.

as he buried his length into your warmth he swore he got sent to heaven. "sh-shit.. scheißescheißescheiße...! please you're made for me..." he continued, his lips once more pressed onto yours.

nah, at this point his cock was stretching your opening... it hurt. kaiser broke off the kiss as he groaned, "you take me so damn well.. i'm sorry for being so horrid to you."

you were practically crying, was it cause the sex was good? cause of kaiser? you didn't know! "m-hya.." you sobbed out so sweetly. it was kaiser's last straw.

your walls were sucking his member in man..! how could he not..? your noises could kill him oh gosh! one last thrust and his length was kissing your womb :c "i'm sorry meine liebe, i-" the emperor didn't even get to finish his sentence as he finished in you <3

he pulled out just to push his fingers back in. admiring your form and expression. maaaan, kaiser couldn't ask for a better girl >< dawn came, so did kaiser, 'cept he n you came multiple times :3 kaiser could make it better. all he needed was just one more day with ya.

— ©isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags !! : @twijaxx ♡, @kyvkc

a/n: hey guys.. hey anon.. guess who's finally back heh... my writers block actually fried me so bad its diabolical man.. yes i lost motivation half way along w the plot tbf i had this in my drafts for 2 weeks or smth... i'm so sorry if this wasn't what y'all wanted ill cook for the future ones ;-; not proofread btw good GAWDDDD if kaiser was my sugar daddy man.. money and hes hot YES PLSS (no im nawt shallow but tuition fees are booty bro yall cant blame me.) yes this is all yap ALL MY NOTES ARE YAP OK </3 but um.. yay ilygs a lot mwa mwa <3

[archangeldyke-all]

Saw this post and immediately thought "wow I miss CEO Sevika, this would make such a nice Angel prompt"

Not entirely sure of a premise for this but let's say....Sevika and Reader have a small fight in the morning and Reader Isn't Happy™. She gets over it rather quickly, but decides to lightly tease Sevika the rest of the day, including through meetings. After their last meeting, she traps Sev in her office and tells her "Eat it" as an "apology."

FUCK YESSS this is so hot ehhehe

men and minors dni

"heyyyy..." seamus trails off as he walks into the break room beside you. you glare up at him.

"i don't wanna hear it."

"i didn't even say anything!" seamus exclaims. he walks to the coffee maker, his eyes on you the entire time as he fiddles with it. you sigh.

"we're fighting." you explain.

seamus nods. "that much is clear."

you cringe. "is she being a bitch?" you ask. you know how your wife can get when you're not there to tell her to bite her tongue. seamus makes a squeaky noise, then gives you a constipated expression.

"no." he lies. you snort and shake your head.

"fuck. i'm sorry. she went behind my back and scheduled herself a meeting on her birthday weekend." you explain. seamus pouts and sits beside you.

"but you guys always do something fun for her birthday."

"i know. guess not this year." you say with a sad shrug.

in past years, your birthday celebrations ranged from fancy dinners to weekend getaways. but it's not even the fact that you're missing out on a nice date with your wife. it's more than that.

"she just-- she doesn't fuckin' take breaks unless i force her, y'know? and these past few years she hasn't tried to argue takin' her birthday off. i just finally thought i got her used to takin' care of herself and she goes behind my back to do this shit..."

seamus frowns and pats your shoulder. "if it makes you feel any better, she's clearly regretting her decision now."

you giggle a little. it does make you feel better. "i should go back in there, huh?" you ask.

seamus nods. "yes, please. i forgot how fuckin' scary she is without you. nearly pissed myself givin' her the morning report."

you giggle and pat seamus' shoulder. "you're a good friend."

"and you're a good wife!" he shouts behind you. you laugh and shake your head as you walk toward your shared office with sevika.

she's drawn all the blinds-- a clear sign that she's in a bad mood. you roll your eyes and take a deep breath, then push into the office.

sevika's eyes dart up from her desk, her gaze softening as it lands on you. something inside you flutters. she's still so sweet, even when she's pissing you off.

"seamus says you're being mean." you say, closing the door behind you. you lock it, not wanting anybody to walk in on you and sevika arguing. sevika sinks into her chair, guiltily.

"well, what do you expect? my wife's been giving me the cold shoulder all day."

you roll your eyes and walk over to sevika's desk, sitting in front of her. she smiles sweetly up at you, wrapping her arms around your legs. you shake your head in amusement. "you're not off the hook y'know." you sigh as you reach down to cup sevika's face, combing your fingers through her hair.

sevika nods in your grasp. "i know." she whispers. "does it make it any better if i tell you i cleared an entire week out for us at the end of the month?" she asks.

you have to bite your cheek to keep from laughing in excitement. "what?"

"i rearranged some things. booked us a room at our favorite little resort."

"you did, huh?" you ask. sevika kisses your hand and nods.

"i'm sorry." she says finally. "baby, i really am." she kisses a trail up your arm, nuzzling against the crook of your elbow. you frown down at your wife, trying your best to keep your resentment strong, but it's so hard when she's so cute. you can't believe this is the woman all your co-workers find scary, she's like a fucking puppy.

"mmm. i dunno if i can forgive you yet." you say.

sevika pouts. "what can i do to make it up to you?" she asks.

you giggle. you were hoping she'd ask that. you squish her cheeks together in your hands kissing her puckered lips, before letting go of your hold on her and turning around in her grip, laying yourself on her desk and wiggling your ass in her face just a bit.

"eat it." you say simply, pulling your skirt up and your panties to the side.

the sound sevika makes is equally endearing and arousing. something needy and guttural, a hint of surprise overwhelmed by a rush of need. she doesn't need to be told twice. you gasp as her hands smack your ass cheeks, spreading you open and humming as she takes a good look at you. you lean down onto your joint desks, grabbing your cardigan from the back of your chair to muffle your moans.

sevika spits on your asshole then dives forward, sloppily eating you out.

you shiver against the desks, reaching back to grab sevika's wrist. fuck she's good with her mouth. she's sloppy and passionate, her nose rubbing deliciously at your asshole while her tongue fucks your cunt. her chin's rubbing against your clit with her movements, and the little moans she's letting out at the taste of you are making you dizzy.

"fuck, i love you." you sigh, clawing at her forearm. sevika's free arm smacks your ass-- her response to your words. you giggle. "you piss me off sometimes but-- ah!" you giggle as sevika bites your inner thigh. "but you make up for it pretty well." you finish.

sevika chuckles against you and kisses her bite mark. "can't be fully forgiven 'til you cum on my tongue." she says. you snort.

"you're a freak." you say with glee. sevika giggles, then flicks your clit with her tongue. you gasp. "fuck-- please." you beg. sevika hums and sucks your clit into her mouth, her thumb working circles around your asshole. you groan and push back against her. "please!" you whine.

"shhhhh baby." sevika scolds, smacking your ass with an impact much louder than your whine had been. "somehow i'm the freak while you're beggin' for my fingers in your ass."

you growl and reach back, pulling sevika's face back toward your cunt by her hair. she muffles her giggles against you and continues her work, lapping up your arousal and working her thumb against your ass again. "fuck, i'm close." you whine.

sevika grunts against you, hooks her thumb inside you, and chuckles as you fall apart. you bury your face into your cardigan, trying to muffle your moans. judging by the way sevika's moaning against you, though, you aren't doing a very good job.

your body sags against the desks when sevika pulls away. she snorts, smacks your ass one last time, and straightens your clothes back out before pulling you to sit down in her lap.

you sigh dreamily, letting your head lean back on her shoulder, kissing her cheek as she caresses your body.

"so... am i forgiven?" she asks. you giggle.

"mmm. i guess."

sevika grins. "nice. you wanna help me with these tax forms?" she asks, gesturing to the pile of papers on her desk. you snort.

"hell no."

sevika pouts up at you, and you wiggle in her lap against her hard, hot, trapped dick. "f-fuck, watch it baby!" she whines.

you laugh. "how about i crawl under our desks and take care of this for you while you do all the boring paperwork for me, hmm?"

sevika's smile is blinding. fuck, how hopelessly in love with someone do you have to be that the sight of their tooth gap turns you on?

"that sounds like a real good plan, baby." she says. you giggle and shimmy off her lap, only to be stopped by her arms wrapping around your waist. "wait." she whispers. you turn to face her, ready to ask what she needs, when she leans forward and kisses you sweetly. she pulls away, smiles at you, then shrugs and leans in to kiss you one more time. "okay. now you can blow me." she says.

you burst into giggles as you make your way under her desk.

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[scorpio1205]

Daddy Issues (Trigger warning!)

Summary: 16 year old Bambi is having a hard time and needs comfort (This is set before Matt and Bambi are together)

Warnings: swearing, crying, pushing, daddy issues, Bambi opening up, absent dad, breakdowns, and slight fluff

It had been two days since the triplets had heard from Bambi, which was completely out of the ordinary. Bambi was someone who always texted back immediately even if she was upset. It's just who she was, she never wanted someone to think she was ignoring or mad at them.

Bambi had started talking to her father again and things seemed to be going well..... Well that was the last thing the triplets had been told about it.

Matt was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal when Mary Lou walked into the kitchen on the phone. She had a more somber look on her face which made Matt sit up.

"What happened?"

Mary Lou shushed him nodding to what whoever she was on the phone with said closing her eyes with a soft sigh "Alright, I'll tell them to stop by." She put her phone down sadly turning to Matt slowly. The look in her face was something he's never seen before.

"Mom. what's wrong?"

"Where are your brothers?" She whispered softly.

"Out with Nate and Madi. Why?"

"Bambi.... Bambi isn't doing too well right now.... She locked herself in her room, she won't talk to anyone-"

Matt immediately stood up putting his bowl in the sink and grabbing the car keys not giving Mary Lou a moment to finish speaking as he rushed out the door.

He was beating himself up mentally. He should've known something was up when he texted her and she didn't respond to him. He needed to get to Bambi.

Bambi was laying curled up in her bed, the song Good Enough from the show empire playing through her room on repeat. She hadn't moved in two days. God, how could she be so stupid. It was the same cycle and each time she believed it would be different.

She knew better, she always knew better. She wanted... no she needed to believe things would be different. But they never were.

As the song restarted her door opened but she didn't move assuming it was her mom again.

"Bambi....." Matt spoke softly closing the door behind him before walking over to her.

She looked at him through the darkness of her room before laying her head back on her pillow. "Go away, Matty."

"L-listen.. I know I'm not Nick or Chris....But I can still be here for you..." Matt walked closer to the bed trying to figure out how to get her to talk to him, how to get her to open up.

She sat up looking at him. "Matt-"

"No. No. I know you're upset. but you don't get to do that." He turned on her light. "I'm one of your best friends. I love you and you don't get to shut me out when I know you need me the most."

"Why can't you just leave me alone!" She stood up and snapped at him , though you could tell by the look in her eyes that she was gonna break

He looked at her trying not to take it personal, he knew she was hurting and that before she got sad she got angry. That's just how she handled her emotions. It's how she coped with her feelings, especially when it came to her father. "Just talk to me" He whispered moving closer to her.

She pushed him away from her "Go home, Matty"

He stumbled back a bit but stood his ground "No."

"Go" She began to shake slightly but not out of anger, she was about to crumble and he can tell.

"Bambi." He whispered taking her wrist into his hand and pulling "I love you....Please talk to me."

Her lip began to quiver uncontrollably "Why.... Why doesn't he love me?" A sob broke through immediately hiding her face into his chest.

Matt's heart broke immediately wrapping his arms around her. "I-I don't know, Bam."

"What's so wrong with me that he can't just stay." She sobbed, "W-why am I not good enough for him"

"You aren't the problem." He whispered softly. "He is a terrible, awful human being. You.... You're perfect." He moved the to sit down on her bed.

She got really quiet for a moment. "Don't leave me, Matty."

He looked her in the eyes, his thumb gently wiping away her tears "I'd never leave you....."

She nodded pulling him to lay down with her. Once he was laying next to her, she moved into his side pulling her quilt over them.

His arms moved around her resting his chin on her head, closing his eyes and taking in her scent. She smelled like hot chocolate and a bit of weed. "you smell like weed." He mumbled with a small smile.

"Stole some from my mom" She mumbled.

He snickered "I'm not surprised"

After about 10 minutes of silence she spoke. ".....He's mad that I don't always text him first."

"What?"

"My dad..... He hadn't texted in like 2 weeks.... So I called him and told him that it upset me that he hadn't texted me, that I thought we were working on building a relationship.... that he said he wanted to get to know me...... And in order to get to know me he has to text me.... Apparently that upset him cause he started to yell at me, he told me that the phone works both ways and that I shouldn't act like a child...."

Matt's jaw clenched hearing this. Every time he heard about Bambi's father he was tempted to fly down to New York and kick his ass himself.

"That upset me so I started to yell at him, because I am a child....I'm his child and he knows nothing about me.... He can't tell me my favorite color, o-or what my favorite food is.... He doesn't know my allergies..... That I'm surprised he even knows my birthday or that people call me Bambi.... He only remembers he has a kid when he has a new girlfriend and she wants to meet me or around the holidays. He's barely my father he's a sperm donor who my mom should've put on child support." She rambled her eyes still filled with tears, but they were no longer sad tears, they were angry tears.

Matt scoffed. "He's such a fucking dick."

"Then he started talking shit about my mom. Said that she was the reason I felt that way... And that when I can finally form my own opinion on him to give him a call, then he hung up on me."

"You deserve better, Bam. I doesn't deserve you." Matt whispered kissing her head.

She nodded softly clinging to him her eyes closing in emotional exhaustion which Matt noticed and let her go to sleep before leaning down and whispering "You are the strongest most beautiful girl in the world... And if he can't see that. Then he isn't worth the tears you waste crying over him. I love you more than you'd ever know."

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Dividers By @bernardsbendystraws

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[urno1luv]

can you write hard dom ryujin?

Ryujin was always in charge.

It was in the way she carried herself — lazy confidence, sharp smirks, that low, raspy voice that could make you squirm with just a single word. She never had to raise her voice or beg for your attention.

You gave it to her without even realizing. But tonight? Tonight she's making sure you never forget who you belong to.

You're already stripped bare beneath her, wrists pinned above your head against the mattress. The air is thick with sweat and her perfume — musky, a little sweet — but all you can focus on is the weight of her body pressing you down, the way the leather strap harness digs into her hips as she grinds the thick silicone cock between your soaked folds.

"You wanna act all shy now, baby?" she murmurs, voice low and mocking against your ear. "After you've been begging for me all fucking night?"

You whimper, hips bucking — but she doesn't let you get what you want, keeping the strap just out of reach. "Pathetic."

Her fingers wrap around your throat — not squeezing, just holding — just enough pressure to remind you exactly who's in control.

"You think I didn't notice?" she rasps. "The way you were looking at me all night... rubbing those pretty little thighs together like some desperate slut."

Your whole face burns, but the way she's talking to you — mean, possessive — has your legs spreading wider without even thinking.

Ryujin sees it. "That's what I thought."

She finally presses the head of the strap against your entrance — teasing, stretching you open just a little — but not pushing in yet.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" she purrs. "Want your girlfriend to break you in?"

You nod frantically, trying to grind down against the strap — but she just laughs, fingers tightening around your throat to hold you still.

"Beg."

Your breath catches, thighs trembling beneath her. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me..." Ryujin's smirk curves slow and dangerous.

"That's my girl."

She thrusts into you in one smooth motion — no warning, no teasing — just filling you up to the hilt in one deep, brutal stroke.

You cry out, back arching — but she just clamps a hand over your mouth, muffling every desperate little sound.

"Shh... take it."

Her pace is relentless from the start — hard, deep thrusts that make your body jolt with every snap of her hips. The leather harness digs into your skin, the silicone cock stretching you wide, making you feel so fucking full you're already dizzy — but she doesn't let up, doesn't let you adjust.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" she growls, voice rough against your ear. "Wanted me to fuck you like the needy little slut you are?"

You nod, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes — and Ryujin just smirks, dragging her thumb down to your clit without breaking her rhythm.

"Look at you..." she purrs. "So fucking wet for me... letting your girlfriend fuck you like she owns you."

You can't even speak — just whimpering, gasping into her hand as she pounds into you harder.

"Who's pussy is this, baby?"

"Y-Yours—"

She presses her thumb down harder against your clit, making you cry out into her palm.

"Louder."

"Yours, Ryu— oh, fuck— yours!"

That's all she needed.

Her hand drops from your mouth, wrapping around your throat again as she fucks into you faster — chasing your orgasm like she won't stop until you're a shaking, broken mess beneath her.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" she rasps. "Gonna let your girlfriend fuck all those shy little noises out of you?"

You're already so close — hips grinding up into hers, nails digging into the sheets — but she doesn't let you tip over the edge just yet.

"Not yet, darling." she growls, slowing down just enough to make you ache. "Not until I say."

You sob, body trembling beneath her — but Ryujin just smiles, leaning down to bite at your jaw, low and possessive.

"Good girls wait."

You're begging by the time she finally lets you come — wrecked and shaking under her, legs wrapped tight around her waist as she fucks you through it, growling in your ear how pretty you look when you're falling apart for her.

But even when you're whimpering from the overstimulation — body wrecked, slick dripping down your thighs — Ryujin just smirks, grinding the strap deep inside you one more time.

"You really thought I was done with you, baby?"

Her fingers wrap around your throat again — gentle, but firm.

"I haven't even started yet."

[imagine-you]

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 4/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: You confront your scar. Word Count: 2k Author's Note: This chapter contains bullying and how reader died as a result of that bullying. Read On AO3 // Part One // Part Two // Part Three

You hesitated once you stepped into the bathroom, keeping your back pressed to the closed door behind you. Everything was washed in a red glow that lent an eeriness to the scene before you.  

You gripped your jacket tight in your hands before slipping it on. You figured you didn't want to risk dropping it even if it would make things harder on you later. You took a deep breath and forced yourself forward.  

The smell of cigarette smoke stopped you in your tracks.  

"What are you doing in here, freak?"  

You closed your eyes, taking a moment to try to center yourself. You hadn't heard that voice since you were alive.  

"Well? You going to stand there all day with that stupid look on your face?" 

You shook your head, taking another step into the bathroom. It gave you a better view of her. The one who had killed you. The one who had ripped everything away from you, leaving you to haunt the school forever. 

You knew how this was all going to play out. The girl who had bullied you mercilessly for years would end up being your downfall. You should have never stepped foot in this bathroom.  

She was leaning against the wall by the window. She had managed to crack it open and was letting smoke drift outside. It did nothing to cover the smell.  

"God, look at you. What a fucking idiot," she sneered before tapping her cigarette against the windowsill.  

You could feel panic building inside you. Your hands were shaking and you felt like you were frozen to the spot.  

After you died, she had been expelled. You never had to see her again. But now here she was, ready to kill you all over again.  

"You're such a waste of space, you know that? It'd be better if you never existed."  

You didn't know how to react to the words. Those weren't the same ones she spat at you the day you died. She was going off-script, which terrified you even more. Anything could happen now. 

"You can't even speak, huh?" She asked, finally dropping her cigarette to the floor and crushing it beneath her boot heel. "Got nothing to say to me?" 

You didn't know how to speak. All you could think about was where this confrontation was heading and you didn't want to experience it all over again. You had been stupid to let your jealousy and insecurity drive you into this.  

She started approaching you and you felt like you were going to throw up.  

"Y/N!" You heard a faint voice call your name. "Can you hear me?" 

You briefly turned towards the bathroom door, shocked to hear the muffled voice of Wally. He sounded far away and not like he was right on the other side of the door. But you could still hear him.  

Turning your attention away from her had been a mistake. Before you knew it, there was a harsh grip on your arm and you were being backed up into the wall beside the sinks.  

"I think," she started before popping a piece of gum into her mouth. "That this place would be a lot better without you here." She reached out and gripped your face tight, leaving the sting of her nails biting into your skin. She smacked her gum and grinned at you. "You got anything to say to that, freak? Or are you just going to stare at me?" 

You wanted to say or do anything, but you felt like you were frozen with fear.  

"Y/N, get out of there! Just come on. Please," you heard Wally beg.  

"You paying attention to me?" She wondered, pulling her hand back and slapping you.  

It jarred you out of your daze, leaving you to bring a hand up to cover your cheek.  

"I don't know why you wanted to do this, but please just come out. I'm right here for you. I'm not going anywhere." 

"You're so pathetic. No one's ever going to want such a freak, you know that, right? You're gonna be alone forever." 

"Please, babe," Wally pleaded, his voice wavering. "You don't need to do this. You don't need to relive it." 

You couldn't help but think about how Wally only pulled out the 'babe' pet name when he was really stressed about something.  

Another slap before she gripped your chin again, forcing you to look at her.  

"I should have made you eat that cigarette. Got a light? Maybe I can put this one out on that stupid jacket you love so much." 

You could hear someone pounding on the door now. It sounded as if someone was throwing themselves against it, attempting to break it down. 

"Whatever's going on in there, it's not real. You are real. You don't deserve whatever's happening," Wally continued to try to get through to you. He was out there doing his damnedest to break into your scar just to save you. You didn't know how you could have ever thought that Wally didn't want you anymore.   

"Or maybe," she continued, voice low, "I can stick it in your eye. Maybe that way you won't have to see how much we all hate you." 

You felt stuck between her disdain and Wally's desperation. It wasn't until you noticed her reaching for her pocket and slipping out a cigarette that you knew things were about to get worse.  

Suddenly, all you wanted was Wally and the promise of safety he offered. You used her distraction of lighting up again to rush past her, making for the bathroom door.  

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" She growled before you felt a hand tuck into the back collar of your jacket and pull.  

You knew what happened next, but you still weren't prepared for the fall. It felt endless as you struggled to stay upright, helpless against the pull of gravity. And then your head connected with the edge of the sink and you were on the floor.  

You stared up at the ceiling in a daze, because you didn't make it this far the first time. It was over before you could even hit the tiles. This was new territory and you didn’t know how to continue from here.  

You managed to push yourself to your feet and glanced down.  

Your body was on the floor. You were staring up at the ceiling, but you weren't blinking. You weren't even moving. There was a pool of blood forming beneath your head and your neck was bent at an unnatural angle and you couldn't take it anymore.  

You felt like there was something sharp twisting in your gut. You had never thought about what you might have looked like on that bathroom floor. Dead. Unresponsive. Gone forever.  

"What are you doing in here, freak?" She asked again and when you looked up, she was back over by the window, smoking.  

You glanced down at the floor, but your body was still there. The scene had reset, but the reminder of how all of this played out was staring sightlessly up at you.  

"Babe? Babe!" Wally was calling, still trying to break down the door.  

You felt a sob catch in your throat before you were throwing yourself at the bathroom door. You were so sure she was chasing you, intent on dragging you back down into the depths of your personal hell, but you didn't dare look back. You managed to open the door and slam it closed behind you.  

Wally was standing just in front of you. You weren't sure what he saw on your face, but the way his expression twisted from concern to horror had you feeling like someone had reached right inside your chest and was trying to tear out your heart. You ripped your denim jacket off and flung it down the hallway, never wanting to see it again.  

You threw yourself at Wally, taking both of you down to the floor. Wally had managed to sit up and you clung to him like he was your own personal savior. Your face was pressed to the crook of his neck and your arms were wrapped tight around his waist.  

He brought a hand up and smoothed it down your back.  

"I'm here," he promised. "I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. You're out." 

You weren't sure how long you sat there on the floor with Wally. At some point, he had begun to gently rock the both of you from side to side, his touch attempting to calm you as he whispered soothing words in your ear. His lips were brushing the shell of your ear and his hands were running along your back and sides and any part of you he could reach like he was trying to convince himself you were really there.  

"It was horrible," you finally muttered into his skin. "I was so stupid." 

"You're not stupid," Wally argued. "But why did you do that? You know how terrified I was seeing you walk in there?" 

"So stupid," you repeated before finally pulling away enough to meet Wally's eyes. "I saw you and Maddie in the pool." 

Wally's brow furrowed in confusion. "And that made you want to visit your scar?" 

"I thought you and Maddie...," you trailed off, not knowing how to continue. "I was jealous," you finally confessed. "And hurt. And stupid," you reiterated.  

"Oh," Wally said before he seemed to realize what you weren't saying. "Oh," he breathed. "Maddie and I were just goofing off. She needed a friend and I was being a friend. I didn’t mean it any other way." 

"I think I get that now," you sheepishly admitted. Wally had been trying to break into your scar just to drag you out. He was holding on to you now like you were the most important person to him and he was afraid you were going to slip away again. He looked at you like you were his everything.  

"No, look," he insisted, bringing his hands up to frame your face in them. You nearly flinched, thinking about the last person who had held your face. She had only touched you with malice, but Wally’s touch only made you feel loved. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I would never in a million years ever want that and what we have is nothing like what I've got going on with Maddie or any of the others. You're the only one I've been kissing," he promised, his lips ticking up in a grin.  

"Okay," you agreed with a small nod of your head. 

"And I never want you to ever have to go back in there," he continued, glancing briefly at the bathroom door just over your shoulder.  

“Even if it helps Maddie?” You couldn’t help but check.  

“Never again,” Wally insisted, shaking his head. “You don’t know what that did to me. Seeing you walk in there. God, babe, I was so scared.” 

Wally was looking at you like he thought you had died all over again. In some ways, you supposed that was true.  

"I'm never going back in there," you promised him, hoping it was true. "It was--," you stopped before starting again. "And she--," you cut yourself off again. "It hurt," you finally settled on. It had also put things into perspective for you.  

"It'll get better," Wally promised. "I'm here for you and our friends are here for you too. I'm not saying you won't ever think about it again, but I'll do my best to distract you." 

You let your forehead rest against Wally's, taking a moment to simply look at him. The whole night had been a real rollercoaster of emotion and now you felt exhausted. There was really only one thing you wanted at the moment and that was Wally.  

So, you moved to stand up, reaching down to help him to his feet.  

"Want to pay another visit to the tech booth?" You asked, hoping he knew what you were really asking.  

The tech booth offered privacy and a comfortable couch and a place to revisit better memories. All it needed now was you and Wally.  

Wally grinned before placing a brief kiss to your lips.  

"Hell yeah," he agreed, reaching down and taking your hand in his. "I go where you go. Let's get the hell out of here."  Taglist: @morallygrayboys @loudtalehologram @hey-its-roseaurum @doves1120 @benjiiiisstuff

Author's Note: So, the next chapter is already written! It's this chapter but from Wally's POV, because I wanted to show what he was going through during this. It'll be posted next Wednesday or Thursday! If you want to be tagged, just let me know!

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

“Time for Dessert?”

synopsis: sfw+nsfw headcannons for eimiko x fem reader! (poly)

tags: aphrodisiacs, hot spring sex, scissoring, marking, praise, vulgar, fingering, explicit,

wrd cnt: 0.7k

a/n: god i love women …. also a repost from old acc

sfw~

1. ) On lazy afternoons, Ei and Yae team up to prepare a special tea blend that perfectly complements their unique personalities, and naturally their sweetheart will be the judge. Ei's playful nature mixes with Miko's elegance, resulting in a brew that always warms your heart and you truly can never pick which tea is better, so you always finish both.

2. ) We all know Ei is a little... culinarily challenged. But that doesn't stop you and Miko from trying to teach her the basics, it'll be hard to even convince her to step into a kitchen but with a few shoulder massages and kisses on the cheek she can't refuse her girls. Often times the end will result in two plates of food, and then one plate of….well you wouldn't call it food but you could be brave enough to take a bite while watching Ei's anticipating eyes wait for your reaction. Practice is sure to make some progress.

3. You quickly find that Yae is quite the prankster, you and Ei are usually the victims of her shenanigans but sometimes you two team up on her. One of your greatest hits were when you both convinced her to take a bite of some sweets Ei had bought from a local shop. You handed Yae the plate of a suspicious looking pudding, almost clear in color but doused in a sugary syrup. As she tries to cut into it- the "dessert" pops open and spill all over her lap, good thing it was only just a little hydro slime.

nsfw~

1. Yae and Ei quite knowledgeable, and you're happy to fulfill their requests. They'd send you on little trips to obtain certain commodities, but they'd only tell you what it's for when you come back. A very likely occurrence that happens, is Yae will go send you to bring her some novelty chocolates with pomegranate, lavender and gingko oil, and dozens of other aphrodisiacs. Except….you wouldn't really know they were such things, not until you're practically begging them to fuck you. Not until you're riding Yae's fingers, while Ei licks the chocolate off your fingers and the corners of your mouth.

2.) You can't tell me these two don't treat you like an absolute princess, and fuel your praise kink- Sex with Ei and Miko is never quiet, they'll always be whispering sweet nothings into your ear, caressing every inch of your body and praising you for being such a good girl for them…and good girls get rewards.

3.) Imagine taking a bath with the two of them, the hot springs are always you threes favorite place to relax. Ei will have a spring prepared with flower petals and rose water ready for you and Miko. You'll all sit in the bath, barely inches away from each other.

You can feel Ei's hand trailing up your thigh, as Miko's chest is pressed up again your shoulder.

The water, making it so easy for Ei to lift up your leg and put it over hers. Even easier for her to slip her fingers along your folds, the warm water feeling almost cold when your entire body is heating up from her rubbing your sensitive- puffy, clit. All while Miko rubs your hard nipples between her fingers, rolling them between her digits and tugging them slightly while her lips leave pink and purple marks across your neck. Yae is almost shocked, feeling your fingers enter her cunt, you didn't wish to leave her out, not one bit.

"Such a sweet girl, feels so good darling..." Yae will whisper into your ear, before moving your face towards her, slipping her tongue into your mouth while your fingers curl into her.

Ei, making your legs almost shake from how hard her fingers curl up into you.

"How is this, hm? Do you like it when I do this? Tell me how much you love it." Ei says, moving her body to cross into yours. Her pussy now rubbing itself onto yours, as you feel her folds slide against your clit, her tongue now tracing around your hard nipples before sucking until you can't hold back your whimpers.

You watch as Yae starts to share her tongue with Ei, all while you try to keep yourself from finishing so quickly, but that's inevitable.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[angelltheninth]

Those Who Meet in the Shadows

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hate sex, rough sex, degradation, secret relationship, name calling-pussy slapping, dub-con, implied voyeurism

Word count: 0.7k

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: Just Jason Todd being an asshole. I like that version of him.

Jason smirked at you, his armor leaving indents on your thighs as they were spread out for him. "Wipe that smirk of you face already, its disturbing." You push your hand against him, of which he bites the fingers off one by one as the table under you shakes from the force of his deep, hard thrusts. "Fuck! Are you trying to break the table?"

"No, just you." He pushes closer, his hands on your hips, encouraging you to roll your hips with him. You try not to, you try not to give him the satisfaction of it, but can't resist him, "What would Bruce say if he knew his new friend was spreading her legs for me? Bet he'd be really angry with you. Yeah, I'm thinking... a little spanking for the naughty girl."

"Bruce wouldn't- ah, fuck, oh!" You grabbed onto the edge of the table, your cowl fully slipping, your face revealed, eyes widening. "D-Don't look at me you motherfucker, this is just-" He slapped your pussy again before pressing his fingers against your clit.

Your hips rose from the table to meet his thrusts, the echoing sounds filling the storage house. The weapons you used lay aside, the condom wrapper glistening in the dim light. At least he remembered that not wanting a repeat of you denying him like last time.

Last time. "We should stop doing this Jason. It' wrong." You were a hero, and him... something much darker, not a villain not yet but he was so close to that title.

"Yeah its real fucked up how easy you are. Letting me fuck you, coming all the time, screaming my name. But you have been distracting me more then usual. Maybe you should let every villain in this city fuck you, see if you can set them on the correct path. Then again, I am a very possessive man, I would kill any guy who wants this sweet hole. Its mine." Jason took your hands in one of his and pinned them down, "Keep them there, don't you dare move."

For some reason you listened. It was so shameful to obey him but had Jason's big, hard cock pumping in and out, making your body react.

"She obeys!" Jason boasted laugning.

"Fuck you." You still had the strength to flip him the bird.

"Aw that's adorable, is that the finger you use when you think of me?" You did. More then one finger because one wasn't nearly enough. "Bet you love having the real thing huh? Finally a man who knows what to do with a whore cunt like yours." He curled his finger over your clit, sending your back arching. "You think he's listening right now?"

No, the comms were off, you made sure of that. "N-No. He can't be."

"Then why is your pussy trembling so much? You want him to hear? Didn't know you let cockhungry sluts in your ranks these days Bruce. Must be real desperate. Poor little thing probably didn't even know how much of a slut she was." He spoke with an almost maniacal edge to his voice, his cock twitching inside you.

"S-Stop it. Its not true." You whimpered, getting all teary eyed.

"Yes. It. Is." He accompanied every word with a slap on your pussy, each sting making your head spin until a high pitched moan left your mouth, "Hear that Bruce?! That's your partner being my little whore!"

"I- I hate you." You managed to still bite back but your body didn't agree with your actions, and honestly you weren't sure your heart did either but that was easier to ignore when you were being pounded by Jason's cock. "I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you!" Jason was only spurred on by your words, fucking every inch of his fat cock into you until he felt your walls tighten. Despite your best efforts not to your body reacted to his, stars dancing behind your eyes, head spinning, only able to feel his cock still working between your legs and his fingers on your clit. "St-ah-op."

"But babygirl," Jason pulled out and took the condom off, letting the cum gather on the floor, "We still have the whole box of these to go through."

[secretlysamcro]

Unspoken feelings pt. 1 Female reader x Jax Teller Possible plot spoilers, explicit language, domestic violence, violence & murder! If you're under the age of 18, dislike any of said topics or have not finished the show, then please read no further.

Jax takes a final drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him before he flicks it away, grinding it under the sole of shoe. He rolls his shoulders, a familiar tension in his muscles as he waits for you to step out of the car. He can already sense the weight of the moment, but he pushes his nerves deep down like he always does.

You draw in a deep breath before exiting the car, closing the door firmly. As you circle around the vehicle, your eyes instantly lock with his. He hasn’t changed at all. Still giving off that same Jax Teller energy, still charming as ever.

His smirk deepens as you approach. “Look who it is” he says, taking slow strides towards you. As he closes the distance, his arms are now open wide. Offering a welcoming embrace, his warmth pulling you in.

Something so familiar, that you never knew you needed, until you were wrapped up in it.

"Hey" you say, your voice muffled against the leather he still proudly wears.

He pulls back, but his hands stay on your elbows. He studies your face, like he can tell somethings off but he cant figure it out yet. "He finally let you come back home, huh?"

You can tell he's just saying it to get under your skin, the way his eyes shine with that familiar mischief. He never liked him, not even a little bit. Everything Opie and Jax had warned you about, everything they said would happen, its all come true.

The music's loud, but your boyfriend's voice cuts through the noise as he leans in close to you, his hand resting possessively on your thigh. "Can't wait for you to move in" he says, his voice sleazy. His words are loud enough for everyone to hear "Sex whenever we want, anywhere we want".

You stiffen, catching the shift in Jax's posture. He stands up, and walks out of the clubhouse without a word, Opie following right behind him.

You know its because of what they've just overheard, and they're fucking pissed.

Jax leans heavily against his bike, Opie stands next to him, arms crossed, watching Jax. He's not happy either, but he's trying to keep his cool.

"You're not helping yourself Jax" he mutters, trying to keep his voice steady, trying to get through to him.

Jax lets out a frustrated grunt, wiping his face and looking upwards to the sky. "She's about to make the biggest fucking mistake of her life, and we’re supposed to just stand here and let it happen?" He’s swaying slightly, the alcohol taking control now.

Opie shakes his head, his eyes narrowing "She's not some kid, Jax. She ain't gonna listen to you pushin' her...also, you do know wendy's gonna clock on soon why you're acting like this, right?"

Jax's eyes flash, looking almost dangerous. "I don't give a fuck about Wendy right now" His words snap, and its clear he means it "She's leaving, Ope. For that asshole"

Opie rubs his face, "He might be talking out his ass, could just be dreamin'"

Jax laughs, and it sounds bitter. "Yeah? then why's he running his mouth inside like its a done deal?" he shakes his head, looking to the ground.

“We all make mistakes Jax” Opie says, his voice cutting through the tension.

Jax stares at him, his eyes heavy, feeling the weight of the whiskey. “Don’t Ope, just don’t” he grumbles.

Opie leans against the railing, his posture casual, looking away from Jax but speaking to him directly. “You can’t be pissed at her for not tellin’ you shit, when you’re sittin’ on the biggest fuckin’ secret. You haven’t even told her Wendy’s pregnant”

“I haven’t told anyone yet…just you” he stumbles, beer bottle shaking in his hand. “If I say it out loud…it makes it real” His voice cracks as he tries to keep composure.

Opie watches him now “when you’re up all night with a baby, shittin’ diapers, getting puked on, shit will be real then”

“She’ll have too much shit to say. I can’t handle it…not now, I just-”

“She doesn’t want you fuckin’ your life up. Just like you don’t wanna watch her fuck hers up” Opie says. He’s always been the one stuck in the middle of you both.

Jax drops his head trying to shake it off as Opies words sink in deeper than he can admit.

Before Jax can answer, the door swings open. You step outside and the second their eyes land on you, you already know this is gonna go to shit.

And the look Jax gives you? its gonna be a fucking challenge.

You clear your throat. "Can we talk?" You didn’t expect them to find out like this. You didn’t expect Jax’s eyes to hold that hurt, even if he tries to hide it.

Jax snorts, the pain turning to anger now, shaking his head "Oh, now you wanna talk?" He takes another swig of his beer "By all means, darlin...talk"

You exhale, steadying yourself. Arms crossed over your chest. "I was gonna tell you both...”

Jax laughs, shifting in place "Right... and when exactly was that gonna be? before or after you packed your shit and left"

The way he's looking at you, like you've betrayed him cuts deeper than you expected. "I just...wanted to wait for the right time"

"The right time?" he repeats, stepping closer, you can smell the whiskey on his breath. "Bullshit"

Opie, who senses the tension, steps in "Alright lets just take a second..."

Jax ignores him, his eyes focused solely on you. "So what is it, huh? he finally got in your head...convinced you to cut us off completely?"

"That's not what this is Jax-"

"Nah, its fine" he shuts you down. "You wanna leave? then go. Nothin' stoppin' you"

"What the fuck is your problem?" you step forward, fuming and ready to confront Jax. Opie quickly steps between you both, trying to keep the situation from escalating.

"y/n just let it go, he’s drunk" Opie says, his tone calm but firm, trying his best to defuse the tension.

Jax jerks his head towards your boyfriend, who's making his way over.

"He's my fucking problem" he mutters. Without another word, Jax continues walking. As he passes your boyfriend he deliberately bumps into him, a sharp shove of the shoulder, as if to make a point.

He stumbles slightly, but doesn't say anything to Jax, he's looking between you and Opie now, with a confused expression. "The fucks his problem?” he asks, his voice uncertain.

You feel your stomach twist at the sound of his voice. You look up to Opie "I'm Sorry" you whisper, as you turn around to join Jax's fucking problem.

Opie nods in understanding, but Jax who's now heading back into the clubhouse, doesn't look back. He's pissed, he can't admit what's really bothering him, not with Wendy now pregnant and not with you on the verge of leaving Charming.

Jax leans against the kitchen counter, his fingers tapping absently on the side as the silence stretches between you.

His eyes are fixed on the coffee machine, yours trailing over the pictures scattered across the fridge, by Abel of course. Finally, you break the silence.

“How’s Wendy, and Abel?” You ask, your eyes floating around the place. You hadn’t seen either of them in person since the night at the hospital.

Since you left without a word.

“She’s uh…” his voice is flat, his hand scratching the back of his neck “...back on the shit. She ain’t coming anywhere near him. Divorce when through not long ago”

“Jax…” you begin, unsure of how to respond.

He forces a smile, leaning against the counter. “Go on. Say it”

“Say what?” You frown, confusion on your face.

“That you told me so” he stirs the coffees.

You shake your head, as much as you want to, you couldn’t. “I’m not gonna do that”

He runs a hand over his hair “You were right though, shoulda listened, you told me enough times”

You chew the inside of your cheek, watching the tightness spread across his face. You’re pissed for him, but you know better than to poke the fire.

You take a seat at the kitchen table. “Where's Abel? He okay?” You ask, your voice softer.

“With Mom...he's confused but, he's good” he places the coffees down before sitting across from you.

You nod a silent thank you. It’s no longer awkward, just heavy.

“Shits a mess, huh?” He almost laughs, shaking his head.

You hesitate before spilling your own life dramas. Your fingers tightening around the mug. “I left him…this morning, took the shit I needed and left”

Jax studies you, his expression doesn’t portray what he’s thinking.

“That’s why you’re staying at the motel?” He thought it was weird you’d rather do that than stay with someone you knew here.

“Yeah” you let out a deep breath, “told him a few days ago, but he obviously thought I didn't mean it. It’s not the first time I’ve tried…guess he figured when he got home and I was gone” you look to your phone, another 2 texts from him. “He hasn’t stopped” you wave your phone in Jax’s direction.

His jaw tightens, the same way it does when something pisses him off. “He know you’re here?” He finally asks.

“Probably knows I’ve come back to Charming, just not where”

Jax stares for a moment longer, then lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head “guess we both fucked up, huh?”

You give him a small smile “yeah…nothings changed there”

Jax leans back in his chair “So, does Opie know you’re back?” He raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips “you know he’s gonna be pissed if he finds out you’re hanging with me and not him”

You can’t help but laugh at the thought of Opie’s reaction. “Nah, told him I’d come visit soon, but he doesn’t know I’m here right now”

"All your shits at the motel?" Jax asks, his arms crossed scanning you, like he's trying to piece together everything you're not saying out loud.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Just the important stuff, clothes, shit I couldn't leave behind" You hadn't even had a second to breathe, let alone think what the future holds.

Then your phone rings again. You don't even need to look.

Jax's gaze flicks down, watching you ignore the call and shoving the phone back into your purse.

He rubs his chin "So what now? You stickin' around, or is this just another pit stop before you disappear again?"

You let out a tired laugh "Jax, I don't even know what I'm doing tonight, let alone the next few days" Your head tipped back, eyes on the ceiling. You cant break, not here. Not in front of him.

It's not like Jax hasn't seen you cry before, shit, he's probably seen it more than anyone. But after all this time and distance, it feels...different.

Jax made a sound, something between a scoff and a sigh. "You know you could've called me right? or Opie" His voice displaying that rare softness. "You could of come straight here"

"Jax, its not that simple" you mutter, shaking your head. "It's not just a night or two. I don't know how long its gonna take me to get my shit together"

He grins a little, "and?"

You blink, shaking your head towards him "And what?"

"And it’s not like we ain’t done this before?" his eyes stay serious "Shit, y/n you basically lived with us back in the day... mom would've traded me for you if she could've"

That made you laugh, his words pulling you straight into the past. Late nights sneaking beers from Gemma’s fridge. Falling asleep on the couch after club parties, waking up tangled in blankets you never remembered pulling over yourself. Sunday mornings, a joint shared between the three of you talking shit on the clubhouse roof like the world couldn't touch you.

"Get your shit, y/n" he says, steady and certain.

Before you could respond, his phone rang. He barely registered it before answering, already pacing the kitchen, his voice dropping to that familiar tone. "Yeah?"

You couldn't hear the other side, but you didn't need to. His whole body language changed.

Club business.

"Alright, I'll be there soon" he said, like he didn't want to leave.

Jax tucks his phone back into his pocket "I gotta deal with somethin', but go grab your stuff. Call me when you're done, i'll meet you back here" a smile creeping on his face "Maybe I should tell Ope you're back too"

That pulls a more genuine smile from you, you stand, hesitating for a second before meeting his eyes. "Thank you Jax" You step towards him, and before you can even think about it, his arms are around you. Solid and warm. The kind of hug that makes you feel like you never left, like nothings changed.

His grip tightens ever so slightly, his chin resting against the top of your head. "Missed you", he admits. His voice quieter now, like he almost doesn't want to say it too loud.

Your fingers curl into his kutte, holding onto the moment. "Missed you too".

The club business was quiet for now, Nothing urgent. Whatever they'd called him in for was handled quickly. Opie is currently driving Jax back to the clubhouse, he decides its the perfect time to let him know you're back.

Opie glances over to Jax, who cant keep his grin off his face. His brow raising at the look "What?"

Jax laughs, taking a drag before starting "Guess who's back in town"

Opie gives him a long look, waiting for him to speak up "Who?"

Jax exhales, pushing his hand over his head. "y/n"

That got Opie's full attention, he straightened up his eyes sharp "No shit?"

"No shit" Jax confirms "finally left that asshole"

Opie let’s out a low whistle "Damn" he exhales slowly "How's she doin'"

Jax wasn't sure where to start, so he gave him the basics "She's been through it man...She didn't say much, but I could tell. She's tryin to play it cool, but you know how she is"

Opie nodded, he knew exactly what he meant. You were good at keeping shit locked down, good at pretending you were fine, even when you wasn't. That hadn't changed since you were kids.

"She tell you why she finally left?" Opie questions.

"Nah, and I didn't push...figured she might spill to you first, anyway"

The motel room feels suffocating now. You can barely catch your breath as you carry things from the room to your car, packing it all up, trying to get out of this mess.

As you step back inside to grab the last of your things, the door is slammed open, nearly knocking you off your feet. His eyes are wild, rage written across his face.

"What the fuck!" you shout, pushing back against him, trying to regain your balance. "How the fuck did you find me!"

He doesn't flinch, doesn't back off, he's in your face. His voice seething. "Tracked your phone, Don't act like I didn't know where you'd go. Always knew you'd run back here"

You're burning with anger now, it wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. "You think you can just show up and fuck with me?"

He steps forward, closing the gap between you. His body tense. "You think you can just pack your shit and leave? you think I'm gonna let that happen?"

You turn away, making your way over to the desk, subtly pulling out your phone and calling Jax without saying a word. You cant speak, you cant make it obvious, you just hope he answers.

"I'm fucking talking to you!" he comes behind you, dragging you back around by your shoulder.

His jaw is hard as he spits "Four years, y/n. Four fucking years and you're gonna throw it all way for that fucker?"

His words hit you like a slap, but you refuse to let him see you fall. "I didn't leave you for anyone. I left because you're a fucking asshole. You're a controlling manipulative piece of shit" you edge closer towards him "You don't love me. You just wanna own me, you think I haven't learnt that by now!"

He doesn't even think before lunging forward, grabbing you by the arms, his grip as strong as iron. "I always saw the way you two looked at each other. The way he fucking wanted you. The way you looked at him, I fucking knew it" his voice is low, almost a growl.

"You're insane!" you shout back, trying to break free. But it’s not working, he’s too fucking strong. “Don’t fucking lie to me” he snarls, his hands tightening, “You think I’m stupid? I bet you were fucking him the whole time, huh? That's why he was so pissy about you leaving!"

Jax’s phone buzzes in his pocket as him and Opie head toward their bikes. He looks down, your name on the screen. He answers, expecting to hear your voice. Thinks maybe you’re gonna ask for help or give him an update.

But there’s nothing.

Silence.

“y/n?” He grips the phone tighter, reaching his bike. “y/n you good?” He tries again but still, nothing. He can just work out a sharp breath, the sounds of muffled voices. It’s faint but unmistakable.

Then he hears it.

“You think you can just pack your shit and leave? You think I’m just gonna let you do that y/n?”

Jax’s stomach drops. He knows exactly who that is.

“You’re insane!” He hears your voice, it’s shaky but there’s anger there too.

“I bet you were fucking him the whole time, weren’t you?”

Opie, walking beside him, must feel the tension change, because he stops in his tracks, looking at Jax trying to read the situation.

Jax puts the phone on speaker as he and Opie listen in, they hear you shouting back, the sounds of a struggle. You’re defending yourself, but the way he’s yelling…it’s violent.

“Is that him?" Opie mutters under his breath.

“That’s him” Jax answers, practically jumping on his bike “Rockstaff motel” he instructs Opie.

This wasn’t the reunion either of you had planned.

The room now smells like sweat, fear and blood. You’re on the floor, your knees pulled to your chest, head buried in your hands. You didn’t mean for this to happen, you didn’t even want this to happen. But when he shoved you again, and again, when his hands grabbed at you like he was going to choke the life out of you, you snapped.

The heavy lamp lying beside him, was all you could reach, so you did, swinging it hard. You heard the crack when it hit his skull, sending him to the floor. He’s still there, no movement, no sound. He could be dead for all you know, you haven’t got it in you to check, all you know is the dark red stain beneath him, is getting bigger and bigger.

You’re covered in it too, your hands, your face, your clothes. Tears blur your vision, the sobs leaving your body like you’re gasping for air.

Then, you hear the footsteps, fast and heavy. You don’t even look up. You’re still trying to breathe, your body frozen in its place.

The door slams open with a force that rattles the frame, Jax nearly booting the door off its hinges.

"Jesus, y/n" His voice is sharp, but beneath it, nothing but pure rawness.

You don't answer. You can't.

Jax shoves his his gun back into his waistband and drops to his knees in front of you. His hands come to your face, tilting it up, forcing you to look at him. "talk to me darlin"

Your lips part, but nothing comes out. Your mind still spinning, stuck in the moment.

Jax's thumb wipes at the blood trailing down your face, leaking from the cut above your brow, his eyes flicker down to your lip, busted and swollen, then to your ex sprawled on the floor, unconscious, head split open. Then to the shattered lamp, the jagged base glistening red.

The puzzle pieces fall into place.

Opie kicks him with his boot. No response. He crouches, pressing two fingers to the bastards throat.

"still breathin", he says, standing back up.

Your breath shudders as it leaves you "I'm... sorry" you whisper. The words barely leaving your lips, but when Jax hears them, it almost breaks him

Even now, after after everything this bastard has put you through, you're still apologizing, like you're the one who did something wrong. "don’t" he says, his jaw locking.

Your fingers brush against your eyebrow, the pain only registering now that the adrenaline is wearing off. You blink fast, still dazed. "I..."

Jax shakes his head "we're gonna get you cleaned up, alright?" His fingers lace through yours, squeezing gently, a contrast to the rage he has written all over his face.

He turns to Opie, voice short "Call Gemma. Tell her to get here now" He nods, pulling out his phone without question.

Then, a groan from the floor, a breath, slight movement.

Jax snaps his head towards the sound, his body tensing. Before your ex can even lift his head, Jax is on him, driving his fresh Nikes into his ribs, before dropping down, and landing a brutal punch across his face, rendering him unconscious again.

Jax stands, flexing his fist like he's debating punching him some more. Opie shoves his phone back in his pocket "Gemma's on her way, taking Abel to Neeta's first". He shoots Jax a look, no words needed. Jax reads it instantly, the unspoken agreement passing between them like second nature.

This asshole doesn't walk away from this. Not after what he's done to you.

Jax nods in response to Opie, turning his attention back to you. His voice drops lower and slower making sure there's no room left for doubt.

"I need you to hear me, darlin" His thumb brushing over your cheek. "You done with him...for good?"

You swallow, your heart pounding. You already know the answer.

Jax tilts his head, his tone darker now "because if you say the word, I handle this. No second thoughts, no lookin' back" his eyes scan your entire face "but I need to hear it from you"

"Yeah...I'm done" you breathe the words out.

Jax watches you for a second, then slowly nods. The tension leaving his face.

"Alright" he turns to Opie "Call Happy".

He shifts closer to you again, his hands framing your face with a gentleness that almost breaks you. "He's never gonna hurt you again y/n. I promise"

Gemma held your face steady as she wiped away the blood, the cotton pad pressing against your swollen brow. The drive back to Jax's house was silent. You hadn't said a word since leaving the motel, your eyes were vacant, tears dried but still staining your face.

She couldn't help but notice you, she’d seen you hurt before but this? this was different. She noticed how the girl sitting in front of her wasn't the one she remembered. You were always the fierce one, the girl who didn't let anything hold her back. The one who spent countless hours with Jax and Opie, always laughing, always in control.

The girl Gemma, deep down always thought would end up with her son.

"Hold still, sweetheart" she mutters, her voice thick with concern. She holds your chin gently, taking everything in. The ready to bruise marks, the cuts, the blood. They told a story, one Gemma never wanted for you. "Have you heard anything?" The question slips out before you can stop it, your mind still racing, trying to catch up with everything that'd unfolded. It feels like the worlds turned upside down in a matter of hours, and you're struggling to make sense of it all.

She sighs softly, moving down beside you "They're dealing with it, y/n, don't stress"

Your chest tightens as the weight of it all sinks in. "I shouldn't have dragged them into this mess" your voice drops, the guilt hovering within it.

She's quite for a moment, then turns to you "Those two boys would burn the world down for you. You know that y/n" “I know” the words simple, but holding so much weight. Because you did know. You knew exactly what they were doing, what Jax had asked you, it wasn’t in vein, he really wanted to know if you were done with him forever.

Gemma moved quickly, gathering your bloodied clothes whilst you were in the shower. Tossing them into a bag, ready to destroy all evidence. You were in Jax's room, after scrubbing away the chaos, the weight of it though, still clinging to you.

Gemma searched through Jax's stuff, eventually pulling out a SAMCRO tee and a pair of sweatpants for you to wear in replacement. They were too big, but they gave you a sense of comfort.

Jax and Opie stepped through the front door, their faces set, knowing the job was done. No traces, no mess, nothing left behind.

Gemma rises from her seat as they enter the kitchen. "She's in the bedroom" she says quietly. Both of them turning and heading straight for it.

"Jax?" Gemma calls him back, leaving Opie to see you alone.

"Yeah?" he leans against the counter, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes sharp and tired.

"She's not okay" Gemma says, her voice laced with concern, "I've never seen her like this, and we've been through some shit with that girl"

Jax exhales heavily, a sigh saying more than any words could. "I know" he says, looking down.

"Don't just sit on this Jax" Gemma says, her words giving off that strong motherly energy she always carried. "She needs you now, more than ever"

Jax looks at her, a silent understanding as he nods in response.

"No jax..." she stands up now, closing the space between them "...she needs you, and I don't mean in the way you're used to. She needs you to be there, really be there for her"

"Yeah" Jax says, before pushing off the counter and heading to the bedroom.

Jax made his way towards his room, his steps slowing when he hears your voice inside. Opie was always the one who could drag the truth out of you, the things you didn't really wanna share.

Jax paused just outside his open door, leaning against the wall and listening in.

"You're stubborn as shit y/n" Opie said, a little teasing in his tone "always have been" he says as he takes a seat next to you on the edge of the bed.

Your soft laugh followed, the sound making Jax's lip curl into a small smile.

After everything that had happened today, hearing you laugh, even if it was just a little was a fucking relief.

"Guess you were both right" you whispered, resting your head against Opie's shoulder.

"The hell did you even see in him?" Opie asked, his voice firm but also calm.

He wasn't asking to push, just giving you an opening, if you wanted to take it, you would.

You inhale deeply, rubbing a hand over your face, careful not to press against the cuts. "I don't know" the words sounding weak.

Opie scoffs, shaking his head "bullshit"

You can’t hide the emotions, knowing Opie has always seen right through you.

"C'mon, we both know why..." he continues "...you weren't really in it...not really, it just made things..." he paused, searching for the right words "...easier".

Jax, still standing just outside the doorway, froze, trying to figure out what you were both talking about.

You let out a small laugh "easier" you repeat, your voice flat. You rub the back of your neck, feeling the heat rise through you "I just wanted to forget, Ope"

His gaze turns harder "Forget what, y/n?" Trying to force you to say it.

You didn't answer.

Didn't have to.

Jax runs his tongue along his teeth, the pieces starting to fit together.

"Jesus, y/n" Opie rolls his shoulders, "you should've just told him"

Your eyes snap towards him, wide and defensive "It ain't that simple Ope"

"Yeah it is" he says sternly, taking a look over his shoulder, seeing Jax's shadow hovering outside the door.

And then, he steps inside.

Without a word, he sits next to you, mirroring Opie's position on the opposite side. His hand found your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of his borrowed sweats.

"How you holdin' up, darlin?" he asks, pushing aside everything he just overheard, making sure you were okay.

You look over at him, the weight of what you'd just confessed to Opie making your chest tighten and your emotions a chaotic mess.

You manage a soft smile though, "I'm okay" you let him know, quietly.

He didnt press. He just stayed there, solid and steady. The weight of them both beside you, like they always had been, made you feel safe in a way you couldn't put into words.

Before you knew it, a small laugh left your mouth.

"What's funny?" Opie asks, looking between you and Jax.

You smirk a little "been a long time since I've been stuck in the middle of you two" you nudge them both playfully.

Jax lets out a low chuckle, Opie laughing too but with a more mischievous tone. "That sounds kinda wrong"

You smack his arm "Fuck off Opie" you say,still laughing.

Jax shook his head, still amused before giving Opie a look.

One he understood without needing words.

He patted your leg before standing up, "Alright, I'm headin' out. Gotta get back to Lyla and the kids. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "He can't hurt you anymore y/n"

You nod, Opie ruffling your hair like he used to when you were younger, and then clapping Jax on the shoulder before leaving you both in the quiet of the room.

Jax stares at you now, his eyes tracing over the cuts left on you by the man who should've never fucking touched you. His hands clench into fists at his sides, before he forces them to relax.

"He ever put his hands on you before?" His voice is controlled, but just about.

You don't say anything, just look towards the floor.

Your silence is enough.

Jax exhales, dragging a hand down his face "Jesus Christ" He shakes his head like he's trying to shake off the guilt. "If I'd just..." he stops himself, gritting his teeth before continuing. "If I'd just fucking said something back then, maybe you never would have left with him".

He looks at you, really looks at you. Like he's weighing whether to just keep it all inside like he always has, or to finally let it all out.

You brows furrow slightly, the pulse just under your cut hammering away.

"You heard me and Ope talkin earlier?" you ask, wondering just how much he caught onto.

"Wasn't tryin to" he says, his voice steady.

"We were talking about you" you admit.

"Yeah?"

You nod, If ever there was a time to set shit straight, it was now.

"It's always been you Jax"

His expression shifts, his breathing hitches a little in his chest, but he stays quiet.

"Since we were kids..." you continue, almost laughing to yourself. "I just never said anything. Didn't wanna mess shit up" you shake your head, deciding to just let it all out. "That night at the clubhouse, when we were on the roof, talkin' about losing our virginities"

Jax laughs, confused as to why you're bringing this up. "Yeah..."

"I lied"

Jax frowns, "what...why?"

"I never slept with Lowell" you feel the embarrassment work its way up your face. "Didn't happen. I just didn't wanna be the only one who hadn't"

Jax lets out a quiet laugh, almost in disbelief "You serious?"

You nod, looking down at your hands in your lap "Jealousy's a bitch, I guess."

Jax watches you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching like he's piecing something together. "So...if it wasn't Lowell..." he tilts his head "...who was it?"

You let out a small laugh "I didn't...until I met him" The words feel strange leaving your mouth, like you're admitting something you never wanted to.

He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at you. His jaw tensing along with his hands. "Shit" he mutters under his breath, "That asshole was your first?"

"Yeah" you whisper "And I wish he wasn't"

Jax runs a hand over his jaw, still processing, but then he adds his own truth. "You wanna know why I was so pissed when I found out you were leavin'?"

Your stomach twists as he leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees "was a few days after I found out Wendy was pregnant"

Your chest tightens.

"She was just...around. I was young and stupid, using her to distract me...from you, then suddenly she's pregnant, and I'm about to be a dad, and then I hear that asshole talkin' about you movin' in with him" he scoffs, shaking his head "It fucked me up"

You swallow hard, a hint of a teasing tone in your voice "So you married her?"

Jax lets out a dry laugh "Yeah, not because I wanted to, but because I thought I had to"

Your throat tightens. "I wasn't sick that day, you know"

Jax looks confused "What are you talkin’ about darlin’?"

"The day you married her" you’re forcing yourself to look at him now. "I wasn't sick, I just... couldn't sit there and watch you marry someone else"

He stares back at you, something breaking in his expression. His lips part, like he wants to say something but its like he doesn't know what to say.

Instead, he moves slowly. His hands come up to your face, ghosting over your cheek, careful of your bruises.

You don't move.

You don't breathe.

And then, his lips press against yours.

There's no urgency, no desperation. Just a single, unbroken kiss.

It’s everything you've never said.

Everything you've both been too afraid to admit.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me, just edited.

forgot how fucking devine Jax looked with short hair so you know I had to keep that going 🖤

I’m loving doing lil flashback scenes I find them so fun to write. Every flashback will be defined by the barbed wire, so if you see that just know it’s back in the day.

The ending is deffo left open for a part 3 so message or comment what you’d like to see in it!!

Also, I’m like 10 followers away from 300 (how the fuck did that happen?) I say it all the time but I do love you all! But anyways, I was thinking of starting to do some headcanons for our boy Jax Teller, so please send some in, if you wish 🫶🏽

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xoxo secretly samcro

[ragnarockz]

Ok but what happens when Rio asks to learn more about Nicky to feel closer to the both of them? How does our favorite detective react?

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Agnes is super defensive over him and her memories of him; the little amount of time they had together

They're sitting at the kitchen table, their coffees gone cold between them as Vidal tries to break through the crack that is Nicky

Agnes does the whole 'if I can be jovial about this it'll hurt less' approach and that all lasts for about a sentence or two before her face darkens and she's sucked back into that excruciating long day at the hospital

"He got very, very sick, Vidal...it all happened so fast..."

Agnes slumps in her chair and holds her forehead, elbow to the table as if still trying to figure out how to save her son

Vidal can only sit there and embrace Agnes' pain

Her own thoughts rush in, thoughts of how she' heard whispering since coming to Westview of how Agnes' son died. How she mistreated him. How she was too young and how it was because she was a runaway with no family and no job and access to drugs. How it was because she didn't have a good man in her life. It makes Vidal want to vomit

She never tells Agnes this; she's pretty sure she's heard all these rumors herself. How many times did she lay awake at night and maybe even start to believe them? How many times did she tack them on to the ever growing list of faults?

"Did you do this all alone, Baby?"

"No, I had Alice with me."

And that crack suddenly starts to get chipped away and Vidal and breathe a little easier as Agnes starts to let her in

"You and Alice...you must have been close? Trusted each other a whole lot."

"Yeah, we were...I did. We...she took me under her wing after I left my mothers and she took care of me while I took care of Nicky."

"And you two?"

"What about us, Vidal? That's ancient history..."

"I'm not jealous! I just want...to know you. I want to know you from then. What got you to here?"

And Agnes has to stop and think because can she tell Vidal? Does she want to tell her? What difference does it make now since neither Alice nor Nicky are in her life anymore

"I was just a baby myself trying to navigate motherhood and my sexuality...I felt alone, alienated, and then Alice just... accepted me."

"You two..."

"Five years. Until...Nicky died and she went away to school, and I stayed in Eastview."

"That's a long time to be with someone at that age..."

And Agnes bites the inside of her cheek, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Her hands are shaking, leg bouncing under the table. She can't look at Vidal, not yet

"...I had a ring picked out; kept it in my pocket for months...waiting for the right time..."

And the silence expands throughout the house. A different time and place; Agnes feels like she's suffocating

"You...never went after her?"

And Vidal's words suck Agnes back to the present, their eyes finally meeting

"I couldn't. Didn't feel right. She had so much going for her...I didn't want to tie her down to me."

And it's Vidal's turn to choke back her tears because at the end of it, that is all just so Agnes it's painful. The fear of having someone stay; asking them to stay. The fear of shared sorrow over joy. The fear of being seen. Te veo

"You should reach back out to her...I see the cards from her you bring in and hide...she still cares."

"It's pity."

"It's love, Agnes. Please. She still cares about you; she still considers you her friend."

Agnes stares down Vidal, studying the calm expression on her face. She blows out a deep exhale

"I wouldn't know where to start...does she want me back in her life like that? Does she care? Does she just send me cards because she feels just as guilty as I still do?"

Vidal bites her lip then, digging into her pocket before she takes out her own business card with a number scribbled in pen on the back of it

Agnes reaches forward timidly as if the paper is going to burst into flames; a secret she's is not allowed to know

[jetii]

The New Deal

Part One

Pairing: Thorn x Senator Vale Ishani (OC)

Words: 13,256 / 27,656

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! friends with benefits to lovers, secret relationship, bodyguard!Thorn, protective!Thorn, fluff, feelings talk, so much flirting, dirty talk, manhandling, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cum play, p in v sex, Thorn is submitting his application for trophy husband, and he has references

Summary: It's been a month since Thorn and Vale have returned to Coruscant from her home planet of Atrisia, and so far they've managed to keep their budding relationship under wraps. But Thorn can't help but want more than a few stolen moments in the dark, and he's ready to prove to Vale that it's worth it.

A/N: I have nothing to say to defend myself re: word count. I just like making the dolls kiss. A lot.

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As the dinner drags on, Thorn finds himself growing increasingly restless.

The conversations have devolved from polite small talk to petty gossip and political backstabbing, and he's starting to regret not sneaking Vale out when he had the chance. He's standing next to the window, his eyes constantly roving the room, but his mind has long since wandered.

He's lost track of how long it's been since they returned to the party from their tryst on the balcony, but the sun has set, and the sky has turned from a dark blue to a deep indigo. He can't help but glance at his chrono every few minutes, his foot tapping impatiently. The seconds tick by, and the party continues, and Vale is trapped, unable to leave.

The guests are growing rowdier, the senators and business owners all well into their cups. They're all drunk and loud, their voices filling the room, and a dull headache begins to throb in Thorn's temples. The food has run out, the kitchen staff have long since gone home, and the music has been switched off, leaving only the hum of conversation to fill the silence.

It's as clear of a signal as any that the party is over, and yet, the guests show no sign of leaving.

Thorn shifts his weight, his back aching, and his hand moves to the blaster at his hip, brushing against the familiar hilt. He's more than ready to escort the lot of them out. Hell, he's more than ready to shoot a few rounds into the ceiling and tell them all to leave.

But, as much as he'd like to, that would be a spectacularly bad idea.

The evening has been tense enough already, the guests and politicians both scrutinizing every interaction and trying to determine if they're getting a fair shake or not. They've all been watching him, too, and he knows he's been the topic of conversation more than once. It's not hard to imagine what they're saying. What is a member of the Coruscant Guard doing here? Why is she entertaining him? Why is she letting him stand there like a guard dog?

He's been trying his best to stay out of sight, to be as invisible as possible, and he's done a pretty good job. But the moment one of the Coruscanti businessmen stepped too close to Vale, he moved further into the room, positioning himself so he can see her without having to turn his head.

He's not sure how much longer he can take this.

As the guests move further into the room, their conversations growing louder, Thorn feels a surge of anger. They're getting comfortable, like they own the place, and they've made no effort to thank Vale for her hospitality.

His gaze flits across the room, landing on the woman in question as she moves through the room, mingling with the guests. She's always charming, always friendly, but there's a hint of fatigue in her expression, a weariness that hadn't been there before.

Vale looks beautiful, her smile dazzling and her hair immaculate, but Thorn can see the tightness around her eyes and the tension in her shoulders. She's putting on a brave face, trying to stay upbeat, and it makes his heart ache.

He tries not to think about what Trina had said to him during dinner, but it's hard. Vale is surrounded by people, by friends and colleagues and business partners, but none of them seem to care about her. They all talk over her, or talk around her, or ignore her entirely. She smiles politely, she makes small talk, she shakes hands and kisses cheeks, but no one is listening. 

She deserves better than this. She deserves more than to be treated like a decoration, or an ornament, or a trophy. She's smart and funny and charming, and the people around her seem completely unaware of her brilliance. They only care about her name, or her title, or her influence, and none of them seem to have a genuine interest in who she is.

Thorn's seen how much effort she puts into her work, and the countless hours she spends preparing for Senate sessions, preparing speeches and researching bills and pouring over the Republic's budget. And yet, here she is, forced to play the part of the gracious hostess, while her guests treat her like a prop.

He can't understand why she would do this to herself. Why she would put up with it, and why she would let herself be used.

But then again, maybe he can.

Thorn glances at his chrono again, letting out a heavy sigh. It's almost midnight, well past the time the dinner was supposed to end. He's starting to wonder if Vale's guests are ever going to leave, and the idea that he's going to be stuck here all night, so close and yet so far away from her, is agonizing.

The thought of what he'd rather be doing instead is even worse.

"Are you okay, Commander?" Trina whispers, a hint of amusement in her voice as she approaches him.

"Yes," he hisses, his voice tight.

Her eyebrows raise at his tone, and he sighs, his shoulders slumping. "Sorry."

"It's alright," she says as she leans against the wall next to him. She's holding a glass of wine, and she takes a sip, her eyes flicking over his face. "I get it. This isn't exactly the most exciting thing."

"You can say that again," he grumbles, shifting his weight from one foot to the other again. He rolls his shoulders, trying to ease the ache in his lower back, and lets out a huff. "It's been hours. What are they doing?"

"Making deals, making threats, making alliances," she says, shrugging. "You know how it is."

"Yeah. Unfortunately, I do," he mutters, and she lets out a quiet laugh.

Trina glances around the room, her eyes darting from person to person, and her expression shifts from playful to concerned. Her gaze lands on Vale, who's laughing at something someone said, her arms wrapped around her torso, and Thorn's stomach twists.

"How's she doing?" he asks, keeping his voice low.

"She's alright.” She doesn't meet his gaze, her focus still on Vale, and her fingers tap a slow, steady rhythm on the side of her glass. "I'm not sure how much longer she's going to last."

"Yeah, me neither," he replies. His eyes flick back to his chrono, and his lips press into a thin line. "You'd think they'd have the decency to wrap it up soon."

Trina snorts. "Have you met politicians? They have no concept of decency."

He scoffs. She's right. It's almost as bad as dealing with criminals. He's seen his fair share of shady dealings and unethical behavior, but politicians are on another level entirely.

"That's the nature of the game," she says, her voice low. "They never want to be the first to leave, because they think it'll look bad. So they all hang out for as long as they can, hoping that the others will get tired and go home."

"That's stupid," he grunts.

"I know," she sighs. She pushes herself off the wall and starts walking towards the kitchen, glancing at him over her shoulder. “I think it’s time for dessert. Do you mind helping me? There's something I want to show you."

Thorn hesitates, glancing at Vale. She's talking to one of the businessmen, a younger man with a finely groomed beard, and a flash of jealousy courses through him. He knows she's only being friendly, that it's just her job, but the sight of the man looking at her, his eyes wandering down her body, makes him seethe.

"I should stay," he says, his grip on his blaster tightening. "I don't want her to be unguarded.”

"She'll be fine. Besides, I'll only need a few minutes," she says. "Come on. You look like you need a break."

"I can't," he protests, shaking his head.

"Sure you can. Come on. It'll be fun."

"No," he says. His gaze is still fixed on Vale, and he frowns, watching as the man leans in, his hand resting on her arm. "I need to stay here. With her."

"Commander, it's just for a few minutes," she presses. Trina pauses, taking a breath, and her voice drops. “Please. Trust me."

There's a pleading note in her voice, and Thorn can't help but turn to look at her. There's something in her eyes, something urgent and serious, and he feels his stomach flip.

He nods in reluctant agreement, and her shoulders sag.

"Come on," she says, nodding her head towards the kitchen.

He follows her, his gaze sweeping the room once more before they disappear behind the wall. The kitchen is empty, the counters still covered in dirty dishes and half-eaten plates of food, and the smell of cooking oil and spices hangs heavy in the air.

"So what is it you wanted to show me?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Trina closes the door behind them, locking it and placing her back against it.

"Okay. New plan," she says, her voice low. "Are you up for it?"

"Yes," he replies without hesitation.

"Good. Here's what we're going to do," she starts, setting her glass on the counter. She leans closer, and he mirrors her movement, lowering his head and listening intently. "We’re faking an emergency. We have a security issue, a breach, something like that. I don’t know, use your imagination. Whatever gets everyone to leave."

Thorn blinks. "What?"

"You heard me. You're the commanding officer, aren't you? You can make it an order. Make a scene. Tell them you have to check the whole building, top to bottom," she says. She glances over her shoulder, towards the door, and turns back to him. "Tell them you need them out. Now."

"You want me to lie? To these people?" he asks, his voice incredulous. "Didn't we already establish that I'm a terrible liar?"

"You'll be fine," she assures him. "Just improvise. You're doing your job. And you're protecting her. I'm sure they'll understand."

"You're asking a lot," he grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know. But you're not really going to get her alone until these people leave, and they're not going to leave unless you force them to," she says as she gestures around the kitchen. "Besides, this is for her own good. It'll give her a chance to decompress."

He doesn't like the idea of lying, but Trina has a point. These people won't leave until they're ready, and Vale is exhausted. If she were his, really his, he'd make sure she was taken care of, that she was safe, and that she was happy. And right now, she's none of those things.

And he'll do whatever it takes to change that.

Maybe this is his chance. Maybe this is his opportunity to do what he can for her, to give her what she needs, and to show her that he's here.

"Look, do you want her or not?" Trina asks as she picks up her glass and drains the rest of the wine.

"Of course I do," he hisses, and her lips curve into a smug smile.

"Then do something about it," she says. "She wants you too, and she needs a break."

He lets out a heavy sigh, his gaze falling to the floor. He doesn't like lying, and he doesn't like pretending, but he'll do it for her. He'll do it if it means giving her a few minutes of peace. 

"Fine. Let's do it," he mutters. "What's the plan?"

"The plan," she says with a mischievous grin, "is to scare the kriff out of these people."

Thorn can't help but snort, the prospect of a good, old-fashioned Coruscant Guard scare suddenly appealing.

"I can do that," he grunts. He cracks his knuckles, his mind racing, and a slow smirk spreads across his face. "I can definitely do that."

"Thought you might say that," she says, her grin growing. She turns back to the door, her hand on the knob, and looks at him. "Ready?"

Thorn follows her back into the living area, and the conversations die down as soon they step into the middle of the room. He scans the crowd, and the guests fall silent, their eyes moving from him to Trina, and back again. Vale looks at him, confusion and concern written on her face, and he gives her a subtle nod. He hopes she'll forgive him for this.

"Commander?" she says, her brow furrowed. "Is everything alright?"

"Senator, I'm afraid we have a problem," he says, his voice loud and firm. The guests exchange looks, and a few stand. He ignores them, focusing on Vale. "There's been a threat."

Vale's eyes widen. "A threat? What kind of threat?"

"I can't go into details," he says, glancing at the others. A few senators and businessmen have already moved towards the door, their faces pale. He looks back at her, and her lips press into a thin line. "But it's a credible threat. You need to evacuate. Now."

Vale stares at him, her jaw clenched, and he can see the wheels turning in her head. She's going to say no. He knows it. She's going to refuse, and she's going to call his bluff, and this whole thing is going to be ruined.

But instead, she just nods.

"Alright, everyone. I'm afraid we'll have to cut our evening short," she says, her voice steady and calm. The remaining guests let out groans and protests, and a few begin gathering their belongings. She rises to her feet, smoothing out her dress. "If you could please follow me. The Commander will show us the way."

"You can't be serious," Senator Taa grumbles, his eyes narrowing. "This is preposterous. No one is going to threaten a senator in her own apartment. It's—"

"Sir, with all due respect, I am not asking," Thorn interjects. He gestures towards the door, his voice taking on a harder edge. "There is a credible threat against Senator Ishani's life. And if you do not evacuate, I will escort you out myself. By force, if necessary."

The Senator lets out a noise of indignation, and Thorn takes a step towards him, his hand moving to the hilt of his blaster.

"Senator," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now."

Taa scoffs, but he follows the other guests as they make their way out the front door. Trina leads them down the hall towards the turbolift, and Thorn brings up the rear, making sure no one is left behind. He can hear the guests grumbling, their voices carrying through the corridor, and he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

He stands to the side as the group piles into the lift before holding his arm out, keeping Vale from stepping in.

"Not you, Senator," he says. She glances at him, confusion and frustration flickering across her face. "You're staying with me. Trina. You take the rest downstairs. I'll escort the Senator."

"Are you sure?" Trina asks, her eyes moving between them.

"Yes. Get them out. Make sure everyone's accounted for. We'll take the stairs."," he replies. He gives her a nod, a silent 'thank you', and her lips twitch.

"Got it, Commander," she says. She flashes him a grin, and the lift doors slide shut, the murmur of panicked voices cutting off abruptly. And finally, they're alone.

For a moment, they're both silent. Thorn's not sure what to say, and he's not even sure where to start. But before he can speak, Vale whirls around and hits him on the shoulder, the sound of her hand smacking against the plastoid loud in the empty corridor.

"You are so full of shit," she says through clenched teeth, glaring at him. "Did you make all that up?"

"I'm sorry," he blurts out. His shoulder stings, and he rubs it, trying to soothe the pain. "It was the only way to get them to leave."

"And now everyone thinks there's a bomb in my apartment," she growls. She runs her fingers through her hair, pulling at the ends, and lets out a frustrated groan.

"I didn't say that," he argues.

"Might as well have," she huffs and rolls her eyes. She leans against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, and she's quiet for a moment, her expression unreadable.

"Are you mad?"

"Yes," she replies, and he winces. "I'm furious."

"I'm sorry," he says again, his stomach twisting.

"No, you're not," Vale snaps. Her eyes narrow, and she lets out a heavy sigh. "So what's really going on?"

"There's nothing wrong. Everything's fine," he says as his hand settles on her shoulder. She glances at it, and he pulls away, tucking his hand behind his back. "I just—I wanted you to myself. For a little while. You were so sad earlier, and I just...I wanted to make you feel better. And Trina suggested that we fake an emergency, and I—"

"Trina suggested this?"

He nods.

"And you went along with it?"

He nods again.

"You two are terrible," she says, letting out a disbelieving laugh. She shakes her head, a grin spreading across her face, and Thorn's shoulders sag with relief. "Kriff, I can't believe you did this. And for what? Just so you could have me to yourself?"

"Well, yeah," he mumbles, his cheeks heating up. He looks away, unable to meet her gaze, and a lump forms in his throat. "And so you could have a night off. You seemed really tired. And stressed. And I just...I didn't want you to be miserable anymore."

She's silent for a long moment, and he feels his heart start to pound. This was a mistake. This was a terrible, stupid, ridiculous idea, and now he's going to get his ass handed to him by both Vale and the Chancellor, and—

"Thorn," she whispers, her voice gentle, and the sound of his name on her lips makes him melt. She moves closer, and her hand comes up to rest on his chest, her fingers curling into the lip of his armor. "I...no one's ever done anything like this for me before."

"What, intimidate a bunch of people? Yeah, well, I'm a cop. It's kind of my job," he replies, trying to keep his tone light, and she laughs, her forehead resting against his chest plate.

"That's not what I mean," she says. Vale lifts her head, looking up at him. "Just, I don't know. Taking care of me. Putting me first. Making sure I'm okay. No one's ever done that before. Not like this. Not without expecting anything in return."

"Oh," he breathes, his chest tightening. He doesn't know what to say. All he knows is that the idea of someone not caring for her, not loving her, makes him sick. She deserves more than this. More than what he can give her. But he'll try, if she'll let him. "That's..."

"Stupid?" she asks, glancing up at him. "I know."

"No, not stupid. Just sad," he says, his hand moving to her cheek. Her eyes close, and she lets out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. "You deserve better. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, well, you're the first person to think so," she replies, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "At least in a long time."

"Well, I think so," Thorn says. "I don't know how anyone could see you and not want to take care of you."

"Stop," she murmurs, her cheeks turning pink.

"Why? It's true," he tells her, and her blush deepens. He tugs his helmet off and lets it fall to the ground, his hands moving to cradle her face. Her eyes open, and his breath catches at the pain and uncertainty and loneliness reflected there. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. "I think you deserve everything."

She laughs, a soft, broken sound that makes his chest ache, and she pulls away, her hand moving to her mouth as she wipes away a stray tear.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm just...really tired."

"Yeah, I bet," he says. His thumb brushes over her cheekbone, wiping away another tear. "How about you go take a bath or something? Get comfortable. And I'll, uh, clean up."

"What?" she says, blinking.

"Yeah, I'll clean up," he says, and she looks at him, her brow furrowing. "You know. Do some dishes. Wipe down the counters. Take out the trash. Stuff like that. It'll give you some time to decompress."

"Are you...are you offering to do my chores for me?" she asks, disbelief coloring her words.

"Uh, yes? Yes. That's exactly what I'm offering," he says. She shakes her head, a small, disbelieving laugh escaping her, and he frowns. "What? Do you not want me to?"

"I just can't believe this," she mutters.

"Can't believe what?"

"That you're offering to do chores for me. That you're being sweet and generous and thoughtful and just...you," she says, and Thorn feels his heart skip a beat. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I like you. Because I want you to be happy,” he replies, his voice soft. He presses another kiss to her forehead, and then her cheek, and then her temple, his lips trailing down her jaw. She lets out a soft noise, her eyes fluttering shut, and his hand slides from her cheek to the back of her neck, holding her in place. "You deserve to be taken care of. And I want to be the one to do it. If you'll let me."

Vale swallows, her mouth opening and closing, and a flush creeps up her neck and over her cheeks. Thorn smiles and presses another soft kiss to her lips, his thumb brushing her cheek. Her hands move to his chest, her fingers curling into his armor, and he wraps his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“I care about you. A lot,” he continues. He leans in, his forehead resting against hers. "And I just...I want you to be happy. Really happy. And I want to be the one who makes you happy."

"You do?"

"Of course," he replies, his eyes fluttering shut as her hands move up his chest, settling on his shoulders. "More than anything."

Her fingers dig into his armor, and his grip tightens, his pulse racing.

"Kriff, you're gonna make me cry," she murmurs, her voice cracking. She pulls away, wiping her eyes, and Thorn lets his hands drop, his fingers fidgeting nervously at his sides. "Sorry, I'm just—this is a lot."

"Yeah, it is," he agrees, his stomach churning.

"I don't...I don't know what to say," she admits. Her arms wrap around herself, and her shoulders hunch, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I...shit, I'm really bad at this."

"Bad at what?"

"Talking," she says, her nose wrinkling. She lets out a quiet laugh. "Being sincere, anyway.”

"You're doing fine," he says. His hands move to her waist, holding her gently, and her gaze returns to his. "Just take your time. We've got all night."

Vale smiles, a shy, uncertain smile that makes his stomach flip.

"Okay," she whispers. She takes a deep breath, and then another, her chest rising and falling. "Just, let me try and figure this out. It's...this is new."

"Take your time, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

She leans into him, her forehead resting against his shoulder, and her arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer. His hands slide down her sides, coming to rest on her hips, and he can feel her shaking, her muscles tense under his touch. He pulls her into a hug, holding her close, and her body relaxes, her shoulders slumping as she exhales.

"I don't know if I can do this," she mumbles into his armor. "I'm not...good at being open. With anyone. Especially not with—"

"Hey," he says, his fingers brushing through her hair. "It's okay. You don't have to explain."

She nods, her cheek rubbing against his plastoid, and he feels her arms tighten around his neck.

"I just...it's scary. Thinking about letting you in. About being with you. And not just because of my job, but because..."

"Because of what?"

"Because you make me feel things. Things I haven't felt in a long time. And it's overwhelming,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. "And it scares the hell out of me."

He nods, his chin brushing against the top of her head, and he holds her closer, his lips pressed into a thin line. He understands. The feelings she's describing are the same ones that are twisting in his gut. The ones that make his chest hurt and his stomach flip. The ones that keep him up at night and haunt his dreams. The ones that make him wish things were different.

The ones that make him hope for a future together.

"I know," he says. His hand moves to the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair. He closes his eyes, and his voice drops to a murmur. "But maybe we can be scared together."

She lets out a choked laugh, her arms pulling him closer.

"Maybe we can," she says. She tilts her head back, her gaze meeting his. There's a hint of sadness in her eyes, a sadness that makes his heart ache, and she smiles, a sad, crooked smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "But it's not fair to you. You shouldn't have to put up with me. Not when I can't even commit to dating."

"Baby, come on," Thorn sighs.

"No, I'm serious. This isn't a life," she says, shaking her head. Her eyes fill with tears, and she blinks, trying to hold them back. "I can't ask you to live like this."

"You're not asking. I'm choosing," he replies. He wipes a stray tear from her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "Look, I'm not expecting anything from you. You don't have to commit. You don't have to decide anything. And we can stop, if that's what you want. But I'm here. Right now. And I'm choosing to be here, for as long as you'll let me."

Vale sniffs, her hands moving to his chest plate, and she blinks away the last remnants of her tears, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He watches her, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her hip, and a shiver runs through her, her body trembling under his touch.

"You're really good at this," she whispers. "Talking."

"Thanks," he says, his tone playful. "It's not always my strong suit, but I think you bring out the best in me."

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"Well, for one thing, you make me want to do stupid shit," he tells her, and her eyes widen. He chuckles. "And two, you make me feel like it's worth the risk. That if I have to lie and deceive and play a role, it's worth it, because at the end of the day, I get to spend time with you."

"You're crazy," she says, and he shrugs, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Maybe. But you make me crazy," he replies. He tugs her closer, his hand sliding around her waist, and her eyes flutter shut. "In a good way. The best way."

"Yeah?" she asks, her voice soft.

"Definitely," he murmurs. His hand moves to her face, cupping her cheek, and her eyes open, her gaze fixed on his. She looks tired, but there's a brightness in her expression, a warmth in her eyes, that makes his heart skip a beat.

He's never been more sure of anything in his life.

"I know I'm not good at this," she says. She takes a deep breath, and then another, her fingers tapping on his chest plate. "And I know I'm not making things easy. But I want you to know that...I like spending time with you. More than anyone. And I care about you. A lot."

"That's all I need," Thorn whispers. He leans in, his lips brushing hers, and she presses up onto her toes, her hands moving to his cheeks. The kiss is soft and sweet and warm, and it makes him dizzy, his head spinning and his heart pounding. Her tongue slides over his lower lip, and he lets out a soft groan, his body responding to her touch.

Her fingers curl around his belt, bringing their bodies flush together, and he can't help but smile into the kiss, his hands sliding over her back. Her lips are still curved in a smile, and when she pulls away, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright.

“Okay, I’m convinced,” she breathes, her nose brushing against his. She licks her lips, a smirk tugging at her mouth. "We should do stupid shit more often."

"Yeah?" he murmurs against her lips. He can feel her smile grow, her teeth grazing his lip, and his hand moves down her spine, his fingers dipping below the waistband of her dress. She sucks in a sharp breath, her fingers digging into his armor, and her hips arch into his, a low groan escaping him.

"Mhm," she hums, and her tongue slips past his lips.

Vale’s arms wrap around his neck, and her legs come up, wrapping around his waist. He's caught off guard by the sudden shift in her, but he manages to keep his footing, his hands gripping her hips and urging her higher. She lets out a soft whimper, her body pressing against his, and her tongue delves deeper into his mouth, tasting him, savoring him.

He kisses her back, his hand cradling the back of her head and pulling her closer, his other hand supporting her ass. Her hips roll against his, her movements slow and deliberate, and a strangled moan escapes him. His cock is straining against his codpiece, aching for her touch, and he can't help but buck his hips into hers, desperate for some kind of release.

"Vale," he murmurs against her lips, trying to keep his voice steady. He breaks away from the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, and lets out a shaky breath. "Not that I don't want to, but you're exhausted. I'm not going to—"

"I'm fine," she pants. She presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and then his cheek, and then his jaw, her lips dragging along his skin. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Easy, sweetheart," he groans, and she lets out a low chuckle. Her tongue glides along his neck, and his cock throbs, his mind going blank.

"No," she whispers. Her teeth graze his throat, and he lets out a gasp. "Fuck me."

"You're—"

"Yes, I'm sure," she says, and his eyes snap open, his gaze meeting hers. “I want you. I’ve been wanting you all night. And if you don't do something about it, I'm going to go insane."

"Yeah?" he grunts, his heart pounding.

"Mhm," she hums, and her teeth sink into his skin, sucking a mark onto his neck. "Come on. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Inside. Upstairs. My room," she says, her mouth still moving against his neck. He can feel her smile, her lips curving up against his skin, and her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly. "I want to show you my bed.”

Thorn lets out a choked laugh. "Is that right?"

"Yep," she replies, pulling back and looking at him. Her eyes are dark and intense, and he swallows hard. "You did promise me everything, didn't you?"

"I did," he admits, his pulse racing.

"Good," she murmurs. She shifts her weight, her hips grinding against his, and his cock twitches. “And I intend to collect."

He stares at her, his eyes wide. He's not sure what to say. But when her lips curl into a grin, a devious, knowing smile, he knows he's lost.

"Okay. Yeah. Your room," he croaks, and he clears his throat. He shifts her weight, one arm curling under her ass to hold her steady. He takes a deep breath and bends his knees, scooping up his helmet with his free hand. "Let's go."

Vale lets out a soft laugh, her arms tightening around his neck, and he makes his way down the hall, towards the front door of the apartment. 

The trip to her room seems to take forever. Every step is an effort, and his armor feels heavier than ever. He can't get there fast enough, and she's making it impossible. Her fingers are tangled in his hair, and her lips are pressed against his neck, and she keeps whispering all the things she's going to do to him. And all he can do is hold on and pray he doesn't drop her.

"You're gonna make me trip on the stairs, sweetheart," he growls as her hips rock against his, the motion torturously slow.

"Then hurry up," she murmurs, her mouth moving along his jaw.

"You're making it very difficult," he says. He stops, pausing on the landing, and turns his head, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Hold on. I'm gonna put my helmet back on. So you'll stop distracting me."

"Aw," she says, pouting.

"Trust me, it's for the best," he mutters. He holds her with one arm, balancing her as she sits on his forearm, and pulls his helmet on, securing it to his head. 

It helps. Slightly. But she pulls down the collar of his blacks and resumes kissing him, her tongue tracing along the column of his neck, and he stumbles. He barely manages to stay upright, and her laughter fills the air, the sound echoing off the walls.

"I'm going to drop you," he warns.

"No, you won't," she purrs, and her teeth nip at his skin, her tongue soothing the bite

"I might," he mutters, taking the steps two at a time.

Thorn makes it up the last flight of stairs without incident, and Vale points the way, guiding him down the hall. She's still kissing him, still touching him, and he can't stop the groan that slips past his lips as they pass a mirror, the sight of her on his arm nearly overwhelming him.

Finally after what seems like an eternity, they reach the door, and he shoves his way through, stumbling into her bedroom. Vale hits the control panel, and the lights turn on, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow.

He can’t help the noise of surprise that escapes him as he looks around the room. Compared to the rest of the apartment, with its pristine white walls and elegant furniture, Vale's bedroom is almost jarring. It's a mix of different jewel-toned colors and textures, and the effect is both chaotic and calming. There are paintings and sculptures lining the walls, and an enormous bed sits in the middle of the room, piled high with blankets and pillows.

It’s also a mess, with clothes draped over a velvet armchair in the corner and stacks of books and datapads piled haphazardly on the nightstands. And the sight of it makes him smile.

"It's a bit much, isn't it?"

"What? No, it's amazing," he says, and he means it. It's a perfect reflection of her, the real her that he’s come to know over the last few months, and the sight of it fills him with warmth. "I love it."

He doesn't get a chance to look around further. Vale is pulling at his helmet, trying to remove it, and he obliges, setting her down on the floor before pulling it off. She takes it from him and tosses it onto the nearby chair, and then her lips are on his, her hands tugging at the front of his chest plate.

"Off. Now," she mumbles against his mouth, and he nods, his fingers fumbling with the buckles and straps. She pushes his hands away, and he lets her work, watching her deftly unclasp each buckle. “There’s too many damn latches on this thing. Who designs these uniforms anyway?"

“You’ll have to take that one up with the Kaminoans,” he says, pulling off his gloves as she frees his pauldron from his shoulder and lets it drop to the floor.

“Maybe I will,” she grumbles, and she presses a quick kiss to his lips before kneeling down in front of him. “Senator Burtoni has some serious explaining to do."

Her hands run down his thighs and back up again, her fingers brushing the bulge of his codpiece, and a soft noise escapes him, his head spinning. She smiles, her tongue running over her lower lip, and her gaze meets his as she works at his belt, undoing the buckle.

“Please don’t talk about Senator Burtoni right now," he groans as his belt falls to the floor.

"Right," she laughs. "Sorry. I got a little distracted."

"S’okay," he says, his voice rough. He's never seen anything more arousing than the sight of her on her knees in front of him. Her dress has ridden up her thighs, exposing a long expanse of creamy tan skin, and her fingers are hooked in his belt loops, tugging his body closer. From where he stands, he can see down the front of her dress, and the swell of her breasts, pushed up and spilling out of the top of her bodice, is almost too much.

Her eyes meet his as she slides his codpiece off and sets it next to her, and the hungry look on her face makes his blood run hot. She doesn't break eye contact, her gaze fixed on him, and his hands curl into fists at his sides as she leans forward and mouths at the outline of his cock, her tongue tracing the rigid line through the fabric of his blacks.

"Fuck," he breathes. Her eyes flutter shut as her mouth moves lower, her teeth grazing the thick length of his shaft, and his hips jerk involuntarily, a low moan rumbling in his chest. "Don't do that. You're gonna make me come."

She pauses and pulls back, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Already? We're just getting started," she teases, and her fingers wrap around his ankles, pushing his boots off. "Take your greaves off."

He does as he's told, tugging off his leg armor and tossing it aside, and her hands move up his calves, over his knees and up his thighs, her fingers trailing along the muscles beneath the tight material. His breath catches in his throat as her fingers trace the outline of his cock once more, her thumb brushing over the head. A wet spot is spreading across the front of his blacks, the tip of his cock leaking and straining against the fabric, and she leans in and presses a kiss to the damp material, her tongue teasing his aching shaft.

His head spins and his legs shake, and he knows that if he doesn't sit down soon, he's going to fall. He looks around, trying to find somewhere to rest, but her hands are already pulling at the waistband of his blacks, sliding them over his hips and down his thighs, and his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach.

"Oh," she murmurs, her lips curving into a smirk, and her eyes flick up to meet his, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. "You weren't kidding."

"Nope," he groans.

Her thumb brushes over the slit, spreading the precum leaking from the head, and he bites back a groan, his hands clutching the bedpost. She leans in and presses a kiss to the base of his shaft, and his hips jerk forward, the soft brush of her lips and her warm breath sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. There’s a faint red mark left behind, the remnants of her lipstick smudged on his skin, and the sight of it is almost enough to send him over the edge.

Her tongue traces the vein running up the underside of his cock and swirls around the head before flicking over the sensitive skin of his slit. His grip on the bedpost tightens, his knuckles turning white, and a strangled moan escapes him, his body tensing. 

She looks up at him as her lips close around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling lazily, and his hips jerk forward, thrusting deeper into her mouth. She gags and pulls back, a soft moan escaping her as her hand strokes his shaft, her tongue tracing the vein.

"I'm sorry," he pants. "I didn't mean—"

"Don't apologize," she says, shaking her head. "I liked it. I just wasn't expecting it."

She smiles and takes him in her mouth once more, her hand gripping the base of his cock. She works him slowly, taking him deeper with each bob of her head until he's buried in her throat, her lips wrapped tightly around him. Her tongue drags over the underside of his shaft, the tip tracing along the vein, and she swallows, her throat working around the head.

"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back. "Your mouth..."

She moans, the sound muffled by his cock, and his hips thrust forward, his eyes fluttering shut. He can feel her fingers dig into his thigh as her other hand moves between his legs, cupping his balls and rolling them gently in her palm. His eyes open, his gaze focused on her, and she stares up at him as her lips move along his shaft, her cheeks hollowed out.

“Vale, I’m gonna—fuck, you need to stop," he gasps. His cock twitches, and a fresh wave of precum leaks from the tip, coating her tongue. "I can't—it's too much."

She lets out another moan and swallows around the head of his cock, her eyes never leaving his. He's close, the tension building in his stomach and the tightness in his balls telling him that he won't last much longer, and he tries to pull away, his hands moving to her shoulders.

"Come on," she whispers, pulling off him with a wet pop. She licks her lips and strokes him, her hand twisting and gliding up and down his shaft. "Don't fight it. Let go."

"Fuck," he breathes, his grip on her shoulders tightening.

"You deserve this," she says. Her thumb runs over the tip of his cock, gathering the precum that's leaked out and spreading it along the length of his shaft. "Don't hold back. Give me what I want."

"But—"

"I've been waiting all night," she murmurs, and her hand speeds up, her fingers squeezing him tighter. He can’t help but groan, his hips bucking forward, his cock thrusting through the tight ring of her fist. "Please."

The plea is his undoing. He can't deny her anything, and the sight of her on her knees, begging him to come, is too much. His cock twitches, and a strangled moan escapes him, the sound echoing off the walls as his orgasm washes over him in a wave of heat and pleasure and relief. His head falls back, and his eyes squeeze shut, his hips jerking and thrusting wildly as his cock pulses, spilling onto her hand and the front of her dress.

For a moment, all he can do is stand there and pant, his heart racing and his pulse pounding. He's dimly aware of the feeling of her hand on his cock, milking him through his orgasm, and her other hand, gently squeezing his balls, but he can't seem to focus on anything else. All he can do is stand there, trying to catch his breath, his mind reeling from the intensity of his release.

Finally, his eyes open, and he looks down, his heart skipping a beat at the sight before him.

She's looking up at him, her face flushed and her lips curved into a sly smile, and his cum is dripping from her chin and the front of her dress, splattered across her chest. She looks like a goddess, and it takes everything he has not to drop to his knees and worship her.

"Kriff," he mutters, his voice hoarse. He offers her his hand, and she takes it, rising gracefully to her feet. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah," he croaks. He glances down, taking in the mess, and his cheeks flush. "I didn't mean to—I got your dress."

"Don't worry about it," she says, grinning. She holds her hand up, examining the sticky strands of his release covering her fingers. "It'll come out. Besides, I wanted you to."

"You did?"

"Mhm," she replies. Her tongue darts out, and she licks a stripe across her palm, gathering his release on her tongue. "I like the way you taste."

"Fuck," he hisses. He can't look away, his eyes locked on her mouth as she sucks her finger into her mouth and licks it clean, her tongue sliding over her knuckles. She makes a show of it, her tongue swirling and licking, and he can't take his eyes off her. It's obscene, and filthy, and kriffing perfect, and it makes his stomach flip and his spent cock twitch.

She pulls her fingers from her mouth, and a strand of saliva stretches between them. He leans in, catching her lips with his and tasting himself on her tongue. The kiss is heated and messy and desperate, and his hand moves to her neck, holding her in place as he plunders her mouth.

"So good," he murmurs against her lips. His fingers slide through her hair, and he cups the back of her head, kissing her deeply. "You're amazing. And perfect. And kriffing incredible."

She smiles, her nose wrinkling, and she pulls away, a small, amused sound escaping her. "That's the orgasm talking."

"No, it's not," he says. He presses a soft kiss to her cheek, his lips lingering on her skin. "I mean it."

"Well, in that case," she murmurs, and she pulls away, her lips curled into a playful smile. "How long do you need?"

"Not long," he says. He glances down at his cock, still half-hard, and grins. "You have that effect on me."

"Good. I need to get out of this dress," she replies, and she steps back, her fingers pulling at the sash around her waist. “And take this kriffing makeup off. I feel like a clown."

"I liked it. It was pretty," he says, and she rolls her eyes, untying the belt. He moves closer to her as it falls to the floor, his hand sliding up her back to find the zipper on the side of her dress. “Especially the lipstick."

"Oh yeah?" she breathes, her head tilting back. He pulls the zipper down, the dress parting to reveal her soft, brown skin, and he presses a soft kiss to her shoulder, his tongue darting out to taste her.

"Mhm," he hums. His lips trail along her shoulder and down her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin. "The red really suits you."

She smiles, a breathless laugh escaping her, and his hand slides under the dress, pushing it off her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet. He finds the clasp of her bra and unclips it, his fingers tracing over the straps and sliding them down her arms.

"Thanks," she whispers. 

The bra joins the growing pile of clothes, and he steps back, his eyes moving greedily over her naked body. He's seen her like this before, in the dark, when her body was hidden by the shadows, and once in the moonlight of her quarters on Atrisia. But seeing her here, in her own space, where she's most comfortable, is something else entirely.

Her skin is lighter than his, a warm brown that's several shades darker than her hair, and her nipples are a dusky rose, hardening under his gaze. Her body is toned, her muscles firm and defined, but she's soft too, with wide hips and plush thighs, and the sight of her is almost as overwhelming as the first time.

He wants to kiss her. Everywhere. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head. He wants to worship her. He wants to show her what it's like to be cared for, and loved, and cherished. He wants to show her how special she is, and how worthy she is, and how deserving she is of all the good things in the galaxy.

He wants to make her his.

"Vale, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Thorn whispers.

Her cheeks turn pink, and she smiles, the shy expression making his heart ache.

"Thank you," she says. She turns and moves towards the refresher, and he watches her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. Her ass is perfect, round and firm and full, and his hand itches to touch her, to run his fingers over her skin and sink into her flesh. She glances at him over her shoulder, and a smirk tugs at her lips. "Just give me a second, and then I'm all yours."

"Okay," he says, his voice thick with desire. He clears his throat and shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "You want a drink? While you get ready?"

"Sure. There's some whiskey and glasses in the cabinet," she calls over her shoulder. She disappears through the doorway, and he lets out a breath, his heart hammering in his chest.

He can't believe this is happening. It seems surreal. He feels like he's dreaming, like any moment, he'll wake up and she'll be gone, and he'll be alone in his bunk. But this is real. This is happening. And the knowledge makes his head spin.

His legs shake as he crosses the room, his feet nearly tangling in her discarded dress, and he stoops down, picking it up. He folds it carefully and sets it on the nearby dresser before moving towards the cabinet she mentioned, his gaze sweeping over the room.

There are shelves lining the walls, filled with books and knick-knacks and art. Some of the items are familiar, at least one painting that must be from the same artist as the one in her office, and a few of the sculptures remind him of the ones that he saw on her desk. But there's so much more. So many little pieces of her, little pieces of her life, spread out before him.

It's strange. Standing in her room, surrounded by her things, feels oddly intimate. Like he's peeking into a secret world. A private space, where she's allowed only the people she trusts. And now he's a part of it.

He can't help but notice there are no pictures. No images of her family, or friends, or former lovers. Just the artwork, and the sculptures, and the books, and the little trinkets that he's not even sure the purpose of. It's as if the rest of the galaxy, everyone she's ever known, doesn't exist. Or doesn't matter.

And maybe it doesn't. Maybe this is enough. Maybe he's enough.

Thorn shakes his head and turns his attention to the cabinet. It's a small, ornate piece of furniture, carved from a dark wood and polished to a shine. He opens it and reaches inside, his hand closing around a glass decanter filled with amber liquid. Two crystal glasses, etched with elaborate patterns, are tucked in beside it.

He takes the bottle and the glasses and crosses the room, stepping into the refresher. The room is large, easily twice the size of his own, and it's just as impressive, with white marble tiles and dark wooden cabinets and a sunken tub big enough for three people. It's as messy as the rest of her room, with hair products and creams and powders littering the counter, and the sight of it makes him smile.

"Whiskey, huh? This any good?" he asks. He sets the glasses and bottle on the counter, next to a collection of various beauty products, and grabs the edge, hauling himself up.

Vale glances at him out of the corner of her eye, a washcloth pressed to her cheek. His gaze travels down her body, drinking her in, and his mouth goes dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth.

"Uh, I think so," she says, and his eyes snap back to her face. She tosses the cloth into the sink, and turns, her eyebrow raising. "Why? Don't tell me you don't drink, Commander."

"No, no, I do," he replies, pouring a healthy amount of whiskey into each glass. He picks up one of the glasses, holding it out to her, and she smiles, crossing the room to accept it. "I just don't know much about the expensive stuff. I tend to stick with the swill they give us for free at 79s."

"Fair enough," she says, and her hand brushes his as she takes the glass, the simple touch sending a spark of electricity up his arm. "This is a gift from Senator Paulness. It's the kind of thing you get if you can't decide what to get someone."

"Not a fan?"

"Not particularly," she says, a grimace spreading across her face. "But I can't complain. Free alcohol is free alcohol."

"Cheers to that," he says. He lifts his glass and clinks it against hers, and then takes a sip.

The whiskey burns, but it's good. Smooth, with a hint of caramel, and a warmth spreads through him, his muscles relaxing. It's not his usual drink, but it's not bad. And as long as it's free, and Vale is next to him, naked, he's not going to say no.

He watches in fascination as she drinks from her glass and sets it aside before beginning to remove her jewelry. Her earrings come off one by one, followed by the bangles and rings on her wrists and fingers, and she places each piece carefully into a velvet box sitting open on the counter.

It's such a simple thing, watching her get ready for bed, and he doesn't want it to end. He likes seeing her like this, her guard down, her expression soft and open. He likes the intimacy of it. The quiet. The trust.

"How's the drink?" she asks, reaching behind her neck to unhook her necklace.

"It's good," he replies. He takes another sip, letting the liquid coat his tongue, and a pleasant warmth settles in his stomach. "Really good."

"Mm. Glad to hear it," she hums. Her fingers fumble with the clasp, and her brow furrows. "Shit. This thing is always getting stuck."

"Want some help?" he asks, setting his glass on the counter.

"No, it's fine. I've got it," she says, her gaze returning to the mirror. She tries again, her fingers tugging at the ends of the chain, but the clasp doesn't budge, and she lets out a quiet huff of frustration.

"Here, let me," he says, and he moves behind her, his hand brushing against hers. She sighs and drops her hands, and he takes the ends of the necklace, his fingers deftly undoing the clasp. "There. Easy."

"Thanks," she mumbles.

"Of course," he replies as he drops the necklace into the box with the rest of her jewelry. He places a kiss on the back of her neck before he begins to remove the pins from her hair. "What are boyfriends for?"

Vale lets out a small, strangled noise, and his heart skips a beat, his hand freezing in her hair. He hadn't meant to say that. The word slipped out, and now he's wondering if he's made a mistake. If it's too much.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have—it just came out," he stammers, and she lets out a low laugh, the sound washing over him like a wave.

"No, no, it's okay. It's good," she says. She shakes her head, and her eyes meet his in the mirror. They're wide and bright, and her lips are curled into a soft smile, her cheeks flushed. "I like it. It sounds...right."

"Yeah?" he breathes.

"Yeah," she says, and her gaze returns to the mirror, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Boyfriend."

She says the word quietly, like she's testing it out, and his heart flutters, a warmth spreading through him. It does sound right, and he's surprised by how good it feels. How natural. Like it's supposed to be. Like it's meant to be.

"Well, good," he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the back of her neck. "Because you're my girlfriend."

"Good," she replies, her voice soft.

His hands move slowly, pulling out the pins and combs and other ornaments holding her hair in place, and she lets out a contented sigh, her eyes closing. He's not sure why, but there's something about the intimacy of the moment that's making his chest tight. Something about the way she's leaning against him. About the fact that she's allowing him to be here, in this moment.

It's not sexual. It's not passionate. It's not even particularly romantic. It's just a small, simple thing. A quiet, tender moment, between two people who care about each other. And it means more than anything.

"There. That's the last one," he says, dropping the last pin into the box. He runs his fingers through her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, and presses a kiss to the top of her head. "All done."

"Thank you," she murmurs.

"No problem, sweetheart," he replies.

He pulls back, and she opens her eyes, her gaze meeting his in the mirror. She takes a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling, and he watches her, his hands settling on her waist.

"I'm really glad you're here," she says. Her eyes flutter shut, and her head falls back, resting against his chest. "And not just because I'm drunk, and horny, and have had the worst day ever."

"Oh yeah?" he asks, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her hips.

"Yeah," she whispers, her eyes opening once more. "I missed you. All week."

"Me too," he murmurs, and his hand slides up her back, coming to rest on her shoulder. He kneads the muscles there, working the knots out of her skin, and a small moan escapes her, her body relaxing into his.

"I didn't really have a plan for tonight," she admits, her voice barely audible. "I mean, I knew the dinner would be awful. But I wasn't sure about what would happen after. I didn't know if you'd want to stay, or—"

"Why wouldn't I want to stay?" Thorn asks. He pauses, his thumbs digging into a particularly tense muscle, and a strangled groan slips past her lips.

"Because it's late. And I'm a mess. And you have work tomorrow," she mumbles, her cheeks flushing. "I just...didn't want you to feel obligated or anything."

"Obligated," he repeats as his hands still, and she winces.

"Yes. Obligated. To sleep with me," she says. She looks away, her gaze dropping, and a nervous laugh escapes her. "Gods, it sounds even more stupid when I say it out loud. But it's just...I didn't want you to think that—"

"That you're just using me for sex?"

"Yes," Vale mutters, and she runs her hand through her hair. "Or that I expect sex, or anything else, from you. You're more than just a warm body to me. I hope you know that."

"I do. Of course, I do," he says, his hands settling on her waist. His thumbs rub soothing circles over her skin, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. "And for the record, I would love to stay. If you'll have me."

"I want you to," she breathes. She leans back against him, and his arms wrap around her, his nose nuzzling the crook of her neck.

"I'm glad. Because I want to stay," he murmurs. "With you. In your bed. Where we can cuddle and fall asleep together. Where I can wake up with you in my arms."

She lets out a quiet groan. "You're gonna make me cry, saying things like that."

"Good tears?"

"Yes," she says, smiling. Her hand finds his, and their fingers lace together. "The best."

Thorn smiles, his mouth pressing against her neck, and his tongue traces a line up to her ear. Her eyes flutter shut, her hair falling around her face as his teeth sink into her skin. He watches their reflection in the mirror, the image of them wrapped around each other making his heart skip. He can't help but marvel at how perfectly they fit together, how natural it feels to have her in his arms, his mouth on her skin.

He wonders how he ever thought this would be a bad idea. How he could ever have resisted the temptation of her. Because being with her, holding her, feeling her against him, is the best thing he's ever felt. And he doesn't know how he's going to be able to leave.

"Come on, baby. Let's go to bed," he whispers.

Vale nods, her eyes still closed.

He pulls away, and she turns towards him, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. She tilts her head back, her gaze fixed on his, and her fingers trail over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His arms come up, wrapping around her, and he cups her cheek, his thumb running over the curve of her bottom lip.

She leans into his touch, her lips parting, and her tongue darts out and brushes over his finger. She pulls it into her mouth, sucking lightly, and he bites back a groan, his cock twitching. His fingers curl under her chin, and his other hand comes up, sliding through her hair before his mouth descends on hers.

The kiss is soft and slow, a gentle exploration. Their tongues slide together, the taste of the whiskey lingering on her tongue, and his heart pounds in his chest. He doesn't know what it is about her, but everything about her makes him feel alive. The way her tongue swirls over his. The way her teeth scrape over his lower lip. The way her hands grip his shoulders. It’s all so good. And it’s all so worth it.

"Come on," he murmurs against her lips. His hands slide down her back, and he grabs her ass, lifting her off the ground. She lets out a soft moan as her legs wrap around his waist, her arms draping over his shoulders, and he grins. "Time for bed."

She giggles, the sound sending a shiver up his spine, and he carries her out of the refresher, crossing the room to the massive bed that dominates the center of the space. He sets her down on the mattress and climbs up after her, his mouth returning to hers. She rolls onto her back, pulling him on top of her, and his hips slot between her thighs, his cock pressing against her warm, wet heat.

"Fuck," he groans as his erection slides along her slit, his tip catching on her entrance. His hands find her hips, and he rocks forward, teasing her. "You're so wet. Is this all for me?"

"Yes," she gasps. Her head falls back, exposing her neck, and his mouth closes over her pulse, his teeth scraping over her skin. "It's all for you."

"Good," he growls. His tongue slides over the spot, and he sucks, pulling the flesh between his teeth and marking her. He knows it's possessive. Needy. And he doesn't care. "You're mine."

"Yours," she breathes.

"That's right," he murmurs against her neck. He trails his lips up to her jaw and then her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. His fingers grip her hip as his other hand moves up her side, brushing the underside of her breast before moving higher. "Every inch of you."

She whimpers, her hands clutching at his back. His thumb rubs over her nipple, and she arches into him, her back curving, her hips rocking against his. He grinds into her, his cock sliding between her slick folds, and his mouth moves lower, trailing kisses down her neck and across her chest. His tongue drags over her collarbone before dipping between the valley of her breasts.

"Thorn," she whines, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"What?"

"Don't tease," she pants. Her hands come up and bury themselves in his hair, tugging him closer.

"No? You don't want me to tease you?" he asks, and his mouth moves lower, his tongue tracing over the swell of her breast. "You don't want me to take my time and show you how much I appreciate every part of your body? How amazing you are?"

"Later," she groans. "Right now, I need you inside me. Please."

"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he says, his mouth moving lower to suck a nipple in his mouth before releasing it with a wet pop. "Anything for my girlfriend."

"I'll remember you said that," she murmurs as her back arches, her hips thrusting up, trying to find him. "I'll hold you to it."

"You can," he promises. His hand slides up her thigh and over her stomach before coming to rest between her legs, his thumb rubbing over her clit. She lets out a muffled cry, her eyes squeezing shut, and her head falls back, her chest heaving. "You can get it in writing, if you want.”

She laughs softly and then lets out a low moan as his thumb moves lower and slides between her folds, gathering her wetness. He lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks her juices off his fingers before wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"I want to hear you," he murmurs against her lips. His hand moves between them, lining his cock up with her entrance, and she lets out a desperate, needy sound. "I want to feel you. All of you."

"Please," she whispers.

Her fingers curl in his hair, and he captures her mouth, kissing her deeply. His hips rock forward, pushing his cock into her tight, wet heat, and they moan into each other's mouths, their bodies molding together.

He moves slowly at first, his hips moving languidly, taking his time and savoring every sensation. Every slide of her walls. Every flutter of her muscles. Every little noise she makes. He commits it all to memory, knowing he's never going to forget a single moment of this.

Vale breaks the kiss and gasps, her hips rocking up to meet his thrusts. Her arms wrap around his neck, her hands cradling his head, and she pulls him down, her forehead pressing against his. Their eyes meet, and the intensity of her gaze makes his head spin, the desire he sees reflected there taking his breath away.

"Look at you," he breathes, his hips snapping against hers. "Kriffing perfect."

"So are you," she says. Her mouth opens, a desperate moan escaping her, and he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing deeper and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. "Thorn—kriff, you're so good. So fucking good."

"You too, sweetheart," he murmurs, and he presses a quick kiss to her mouth. His hands slide under her hips, gripping her ass and lifting her off the bed as he rises up onto his knees, her legs wrapping around his waist. "I've missed you so much.”

"Me too," she whimpers, her head falling back as she props herself up on her elbows. "I've missed having you inside me."

The confession has him thrusting faster, his hips pistoning, and her back curves, her body moving to meet his every thrust. The sounds of their coupling fill the room, the slap of their bodies echoing off the walls, and his hands grip her ass, spreading her wide.

His eyes move down her body and between them, his gaze locked on where they're joined, and his hips stutter, a choked moan escaping him. She's soaking wet, his cock shining with her arousal as he pounds into her, sliding easily in and out of her tight heat. Her slick is smeared across her inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets, and the sight of her glistening folds and his thick shaft stretching her open makes his cock throb.

"Gods, look at you," he pants, his gaze traveling up her body, admiring the view. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples hard and pink, and her face is flushed, her mouth hanging open, her lips swollen and wet. She looks like a goddess, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, and the sight of her nearly sends him over the edge. "You're a goddess."

She smiles and moans as her head falls back once more, her legs tightening around his waist.

"Keep talking," she gasps, her hips rolling up to meet his. "Please."

"You like that?" he growls. He fucks her harder, his fingers digging into her flesh, and his hands squeeze her ass, pulling her closer. "You like when I tell you how perfect you are? How good you feel? How much I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight?"

"Yes," she hisses, her body shaking.

"And how I want to wake up with my cock buried deep inside you?" he continues. He reaches between them and finds her clit, his thumb rubbing quick, firm circles around it, and her eyes roll back, a strangled groan slipping past her lips. "How I want to spend every night like this, filling you up? How I want to come home to you every night and worship you?"

"Oh fuck," she groans. Her back arches, and her head presses against the pillow, her hips rocking wildly, matching his thrusts. Her body is trembling, her thighs quivering, and her chest heaves, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I'm gonna—Thorn, I'm so close. Please."

"Let go," he orders. He leans over her, his hips slamming against hers, and her eyes fly open, locking on his. He can feel her tense, her body coiling tightly, and her muscles clench around him, sucking him deeper and pulling a groan from his lips. "Come for me."

"Thorn," she cries out as her orgasm slams into her. Her body spasms and shakes, her mouth opening in a silent scream. He fucks her through it, driving deep into her clenching channel and stroking her through her release, his thumb never leaving her clit. She whines and squirms under him, her body trembling and her pussy clenching around his cock.

"That's it, sweetheart. So good," he murmurs.

She's soaked, her arousal leaking from her and coating his thighs, and he can feel her clench around him. Her hips grind against his, her back arching off the bed as she chases her pleasure, and he groans, his thrusts speeding up, his own orgasm building. He's not going to last much longer. He can feel it. His balls are heavy and tight, his cock pulsing, and the familiar tension is starting to build, coiling tighter and tighter.

"Please, please," she pants. Her hands claw at his back, her nails raking over his skin. Her head falls to the side, her mouth opening in a quiet, desperate whimper, and her hips lift, her body seeking more, always more. "More."

"You want more?" he growls, his hips snapping forward. His pace is frantic, his movements rough and hard and fast, and she lets out a strangled cry, her eyes squeezing shut. "You're greedy."

“For you,” she gasps, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

He groans and shifts his weight, bearing down on her until her hips are pinned beneath him and his body is flush against hers. Her legs tighten around his waist, her ankles digging into his lower back, and his thrusts slow, each one deliberate and deep. Her breath hitches every time he bottoms out inside her, and her hips rock up, grinding against him, trying to draw him in deeper, her body craving his.

"Oh fuck, Thorn," she whimpers, her back arching, her chest pressing against his. Her body tenses, her muscles straining, and her head tips back, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry. "Please."

"What do you want?" he asks. He's close, the tension coiled in his belly ready to snap, but he’s determined to feel her come around him one more time before he loses himself in her. He wants her pleasure more than his own, and he knows it won't take much. She's already halfway there.

"You," she whines, and her head falls back, her eyes squeezing shut. "Kriff, please. Please, please—"

"Please what?"

"Come inside me," she gasps, and his hips stutter, a strangled moan ripping from his throat. Her muscles clench, her body pulling him deeper, and she's so wet, her pussy slick with her arousal, that his thrusts are loud and obscene. "Fill me up. Claim me."

"Fuck," he groans. His head drops forward and his mouth finds hers, his lips slanting over hers in a searing kiss. He can't resist her anymore, his body giving in to his own desires, and his hips snap forward, his thrusts speeding up, his movements turning frantic. "So fucking good. Mine."

"Yours," she gasps against his mouth.

He can feel her shudder beneath him as her orgasm hits her again, her muscles tightening around him, and the pressure that had been building finally snaps. He lets out a loud groan, and his release hits him like a wave, crashing over him and leaving him breathless. He grinds into her on one final thrust, pushing his cock as deep inside her as he can, and his hips jerk forward, his body shuddering as his cum spills into her, filling her completely.

"Fuck, Vale," he moans, his lips pressed against her neck. He can't seem to stop himself from grinding into her, his cock twitching and jerking as his release coats her insides and leaks out around him, staining the sheets. She feels incredible. So warm and wet and soft and perfect. He doesn't want it to end.

"Thorn," she whimpers. Her legs tighten around his waist as her body pulses around him, drawing every last drop from him, and her fingers clutch at his back, her nails digging into his skin. "Kriff, you feel so good."

"You're perfect," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "Everything about you. I've missed this. I've missed you."

"Me too," she gasps.

Her hands grip his shoulders, holding him close, and he lets his weight rest on her, his head resting against her shoulder, his forehead pressed to her neck. She smells like her usual perfume and the flowery soap she uses and something that's uniquely her. Something sweet and earthy and warm. He breathes her in, letting the scent wash over him, and his hands come up, tangling in her hair.

For a moment, all they can do is lie there, panting, their bodies entwined, trying to catch their breath. It's been a long time since he's felt like this. Completely relaxed and sated and at peace. And he never wants it to end. He wants to stay like this forever.

Eventually, he rolls over, pulling her with him and holding her close, her body resting on his chest. His hand strokes her hair and down her back, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, his heart fluttering as her breath tickles his neck.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his fingers trailing up and down her spine before he presses his palm to her lower back and tugs her closer.

"Yeah. I'm good," she replies. Her fingers splay across his chest, and her hand slides along his skin, her nails scraping lightly over his pecs and abs. She traces a small pattern over his chest before resting her palm above his heart, her fingers curling against his skin. "Better than good, actually."

"Good," he murmurs, and a contented sigh escapes her. Her lips brush over his collarbone and her nose nuzzles his neck, her body curling into his, and a warm, comfortable feeling settles over him, making him feel lighter than he has in a long time.

“Did you mean what you said? About coming home to me every night?" she asks, her voice low.

"Yes. Absolutely," he says. His arms wrap around her, pulling her close, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, breathing her in. "If you'll have me."

"I'd like that," she says, her lips brushing his neck, her breath warm on his skin. She presses another soft kiss to his shoulder and then his collarbone before shifting slightly, resting her head against his chest. "I'd like it a lot."

"So would I," he murmurs, and she smiles, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his chest.

They lie like that for a while, just holding each other, enjoying the closeness. There's no rush. No need to hurry or get dressed and leave. There's just the two of them, tangled together, and the soft, steady rhythm of their breathing.

He's never felt this comfortable before, and the realization makes his stomach flip, his heart skipping a beat. This is different than anything else he's experienced. It's new and exciting and scary and overwhelming. And it feels right.

"So,” Vale says after a few moments, her voice soft, and she props herself up on her elbow, her head resting in her hand, her gaze meeting his. "About those boyfriend duties."

"Oh.” He blinks, and then nods, smiling up at her. “Yeah. Of course. Whatever you need.”

"I'm just kidding. Mostly," she laughs, her hand moving up his neck and cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing over his stubble. "But I believe you owe me dessert."

"Oh, I do, do I?" he asks, and she grins, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Mhm," she murmurs. Her lips brush over his before pulling back, her gaze meeting his. "Or did you forget that you chased my guests out without giving them a chance to enjoy the cake?"

"How could I forget?” he laughs. His hands slide down her back and cup her ass, giving it a light squeeze, and she squeaks, her eyes widening. Thorn grins and gives her another quick squeeze before releasing her, his hands sliding up to her hips.

"So?"

"So," he murmurs. He kisses her again, and she lets out a quiet sigh, her tongue swiping across his bottom lip. "Let's clean up and get some dessert, then."

"Dessert," she breathes, her nose bumping against his. "Then more of this."

"Senator, you have yourself a deal.”

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[synsacra]

catharsis

pairing: best friends dad!shanks x fem reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), pet names (darlin', sweetheart), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, kitchen sex, age gap

words: 4.1k

a/n: i posted this fic before on a different blog but then deleted it cuz i got self conscious so if you've read it before no u haven't :P enjoy

You're sitting on Uta's bed, the soft hum of the air conditioner a comforting backdrop to your thoughts, and the scent of that sickly sweet vanilla candle that Uta loves fills her bedroom. You’ve been here countless times before, but today feels different. Your heart races as you glance at the door, half-expecting it to creak open. You can almost hear Shanks' deep voice echoing in your mind, sending shivers down your spine.

Uta is downstairs, chatting away with her dad while he makes lunch. You should be there too, joining in on the conversation, laughing at their jokes, but you can't bring yourself to move. Your fingers trace the outline of a photo on the bedside table–a candid shot of Shanks and Uta from last summer. He’s grinning, his only arm slung casually around her shoulders, his red hair glowing under the sun. His eyes, though, are what draw you in. They seem to hold a depth of experience and warmth that makes you squirm.

You feel a flush creep up your neck as you imagine those eyes meeting yours, boring into your soul. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thought, but it lingers, growing stronger with each passing moment. You close your eyes, picturing him standing before you, towering over you with that easy confidence that always seems to dominate any room he enters.

"You okay?" Uta's voice snaps you out of your daydreams.

You jump, startled, and turn to see her standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face.

"You looked like you were miles away," she says, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, forcing a smile. "Just... thinking."

She plops down beside you. "About what?"

You hesitate, not sure how to answer. The truth is too embarrassing. Instead, you shrug and say, "Nothing important. Just school stuff."

Uta raises an eyebrow but doesn't press further. She leans back against the pillows, propping her feet up on the bed. "Dad made sandwiches if you're hungry," she chirps.

Your stomach flutters at the mention of him. "Sounds good," you murmur, still unable to shake the image of Shanks from your mind.

As if on cue, the door opens again, and there he is. Shanks stands framed in the doorway, holding a tray laden with sandwiches, chips, and drinks. His presence is magnetic, commanding your attention without even trying. He strides in and sets the tray on the bed between you and Uta.

"Thought you girls might be hungry," he says with a smile, his eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away. Something in his gaze, something unreadable, sends a jolt through you. You nod shyly, picking up a sandwich and taking a bite.

Uta chatters on about her plans for the weekend, but all you can think about is Shanks. What would it feel like to have those strong hands on you, to feel the heat of his body so close? The thoughts make your breath quicken and your skin tingle.

Shanks excuses himself after a few minutes, heading back downstairs to give you some privacy. As soon as the door closes behind him, you exhale sharply, feeling both relieved and disappointed.

"He really is the best, isn't he?" Uta says, her eyes bright as she eats.

"Yeah," you agree softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "He really is."

The afternoon drags on, each minute feeling like an hour as your thoughts circle back to Shanks. You try to focus on Uta and engage in the conversation, but it’s useless. Your mind keeps drifting, imagining scenarios that leave you breathless.

After a while, Uta yawns and decides to take a nap, leaving you to your own devices. You lie back on the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling, but your thoughts are far from restful. Images of Shanks flood your mind–his smile, his laugh, the way his body looks beneath his shirt–until you can’t stand it anymore.

You slip out of the bedroom, moving silently down the hall towards the stairs. Your heart pounds with every step, but you don’t stop. You need to see him, if only for a moment.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you pause, listening for any sign of movement. The house is quiet, save for the sound of water coming from the kitchen. You take a deep breath and step forward, your pulse racing as you approach.

And there he is, standing at the counter, his back to you as he rinses a dish under the running water. The sight of him fills you with a mix of fear and excitement.

“Shanks?” The word slips out before you can stop it, your voice trembling slightly.

He turns, wiping his hand on a towel, his eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you speak. Then, slowly, he smiles, a warm, knowing smile that makes your knees weak.

“Hey,” he says, his voice smooth and low. “What can I do for you?”

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “I… I was just wondering if you needed any help. With anything.”

He chuckles softly, setting the towel down and leaning against the counter. “You don’t need to help me, sweetheart. But I appreciate the offer.”

His casual tone only heightens your nervousness, your resolve wavering. You take a tentative step closer, your eyes dropping to his chest, where his shirt is open.

“Are you sure?” you manage to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tilts his head, studying you for a long moment before he speaks. “Is everything okay, darlin’?”

His words are soft, but they carry a weight that makes your chest tighten. His gaze pierces through your composure, and you find yourself frozen, unsure of what to say or do next.

“I…” Your voice falters, the excuse you had in mind dissolving under the intensity of his attention. You glance at the floor, desperately trying to collect yourself.

Shanks pushes off the counter and takes a slow step toward you. His movements are deliberate but unthreatening, his head tilting slightly as if trying to read your thoughts. “You seem a little off,” he says, his tone gentle but probing. “If there’s something on your mind, you can tell me.”

You look up at him, meeting his eyes for just a moment before the rush of emotions becomes too much, and you glance away again. “It’s nothing,” you mumble, shaking your head. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” he replies, his voice steady. “But you’re not a very good liar.” There’s a flicker of amusement in his tone, but it’s tempered with genuine concern.

Your cheeks burn. The words are on the tip of your tongue—an apology, an excuse, anything to break the tension—but they never come. Instead, you hear yourself say, “I just… wanted to talk.”

It’s not a lie, exactly, but it feels like one. Shanks leans back against the counter again. “Alright,” he says, his expression softening. “I’m all ears.”

The weight of his attention presses down on you, making it hard to breathe. You shift nervously, your fingers twisting together as you search for the courage to speak. The room feels too quiet, the hum of the refrigerator barely masking the thundering of your heart.

“I…” You trail off, biting your lip. Just say it. Get it out. But how? How do you confess something that feels so big, so impossible?

Shanks doesn’t rush you. He stands there, patient and calm, his steady gaze encouraging but not overbearing. Somehow, that makes it even harder.

You glance at him, taking in the way the light catches his red hair, the ease in his posture, the warmth in his eyes. “I’ve been… feeling something,” you begin, your voice trembling. “And it’s been hard to ignore.”

His brow furrows slightly, though his expression remains kind. “What kind of feeling?” he asks gently.

Your mouth is dry, and your hands won’t stop trembling. You force yourself to meet his eyes, your resolve strengthening just enough to push the words out.

“About you,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

The air between you seems to shift. Shanks straightens slightly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. He waits, letting you continue at your own pace.

“I know it’s wrong,” you say quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. “You’re Uta’s dad, and you probably think I’m just some kid who doesn’t know what they’re feeling, but… I can’t help it. Every time I see you, I feel like- like I can’t breathe, like nothing else matters.”

You pause, your chest heaving with the effort of saying it all out loud. The silence stretches on, heavy and suffocating, as you wait for his reaction. Shanks runs a hand through his hair; his expression is complicated–a mix of surprise, understanding, and something you can’t quite place.

Shanks stares at you for a long moment, his expression softening as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly as if amused. “Well,” he says, his voice gentle, “that’s not what I expected to hear today.”

You feel your cheeks flush with heat, embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole. You lower your gaze, fidgeting with your hands again as the weight of his presence grows heavier. “I’m sorry,” you blurt, your voice thick with emotion. “I know it’s crazy. I just… needed to say it.”

Shanks steps closer, closing the gap between you. His expression isn’t one of pity or condescension but of genuine care. “Hey,” he says softly, his deep voice washing over you like a balm. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. Feelings are tricky, darlin’, and they don’t always make sense.”

You blink up at him, your heart pounding in your ears. His words are kind, but the tenderness in his tone sends a fresh wave of longing through you. You bite your lip, unsure whether to say anything more or just let the moment hang in the air.

“Shanks…” you begin hesitantly, your voice trembling. “I don’t want to make things awkward. I just… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

His expression softens further, and his lips quirk into a small smile. “It’s not awkward,” he murmurs, his hand lifting slightly as though he’s about to reach for you but stops short.

You can’t hold his gaze any longer. You glance down at the floor, wishing the ground would swallow you up. But then you feel the warm, gentle touch of his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he says softly. You obey, your breath hitching as you take in the intensity of his gaze. “You’re not crazy for feeling what you feel. And… you’re not alone in it.”

Your heart stops. Everything around you seems to fall away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet, intimate space of the kitchen. “What do you mean?” you whisper, not believing what you just heard.

Shanks exhales slowly, his thumb brushing lightly against your chin before his hand falls back to his side. “I’ve been feeling things too,” he admits, his voice low. “I’ve been fighting it, telling myself it’s wrong, but… you’re hard to ignore.”

“You… you really mean that?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. “I do. But it’s complicated, darlin’. So complicated.”

For a moment, Shanks seems torn, his internal conflict written all over his face. Then, with a sigh, he gives in to his desires. His hand lifts to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin as he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.

You don’t.

When his lips meet yours, it’s like the world stops spinning. The kiss is gentle at first, almost hesitant, as though he’s testing the waters. But it deepens when you press closer, your hands gripping his shirt to anchor yourself. His lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your knees weak.

The kiss is everything you imagined and more–warm, consuming, and full of unspoken emotion. When he finally pulls back, you’re both breathless, his forehead resting against yours as you try to steady your racing heart.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you stand there, clutching Shanks' shirt as you try to catch your breath. His hand still cups your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You can feel the warmth radiating off his body, his scent filling your senses.

"Shanks," you whisper, your voice shaky but filled with longing.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze soft yet intense. "I know," he murmurs.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leans in to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is deeper and more passionate. You can feel the hunger in it, the pent-up desire he’s been trying to deny. His tongue slides against yours, teasing and exploring, and you melt into him, your body responding with a need that surprises you with its intensity.

His hand travels down your back, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you. You can feel the firmness of his body pressed against yours. The sensation sends a shiver of anticipation through you, and you find yourself grinding against him, eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.

Shanks pulls away slightly, breathing heavily as he asks, “Can you hop up on the counter for me, sweetheart?”

You do as he asks, climbing onto the counter with a soft smile, your heart pounding in your chest. The cool surface beneath you contrasts with the warmth of his presence as he steps closer, his hand gently resting on your thigh. He steps between your legs, and his hand slides under your shirt, exploring the softness of your skin. You arch into his touch, yearning for more, as his fingers trace the curve of your waist before moving higher, brushing the underside of your breasts.

You let out a soft moan, your head falling back as you give yourself over to the sensation. Shanks takes advantage of your exposed neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down to your collarbone. His teeth graze your skin, nipping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

Your hands tug at his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your palms. Shanks breaks the kiss just long enough to pull the garment over his head, revealing his muscular chest. 

The sight of him takes your breath away, and you can't help but reach out to touch him, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, the scars that tell the story of his life. He watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, his breath hitching as you explore his body.

With a swift motion, Shanks removes your shirt as well, his gaze roaming over your figure with an appreciation that leaves you feeling both vulnerable and empowered. He leans in to kiss you again, his hand cupping your right breast through the fabric of your bra, his thumb teasing your nipple into a stiff peak.

You fumble with the clasp of your bra, eager to feel his skin against yours. Shanks moves to assist you, his fingers deftly unhooking the garment and sliding it down your arms. His gaze locks onto your exposed breasts, and he groans with desire before leaning in to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.

The sensation of his tongue against your sensitive flesh sends jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, and you clutch at his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on one breast and then the other.

As the intensity between you builds, Shanks' hand slips between your legs, pressing against the aching core of you. The thin fabric of your pants provides little barrier to the heat of his touch, and you buck your hips forward, seeking more.

"Please," you gasp, your body trembling with need.

Shanks meets your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want," he commands, his voice rough with his own need.

“Want you," you breathe, your voice shaking. "So bad… need you so bad."

Shanks hums in acknowledgment, and he moves his hand away from your clothed cunt, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants. His touch sends a shiver of anticipation through you, and you can't help but gasp as he starts to peel the fabric down your legs slowly.

The cool air of the kitchen brushes against your bare skin, making you hyper-aware of your own vulnerability. But the hunger in Shanks' eyes as he takes in the sight of you, clad only in your underwear, makes any sense of unease vanish.

He steps closer, his body pressing against yours as he kisses you again. His hand roams across your skin, exploring every curve with a gentleness that takes your breath away. You can feel his clothed cock pressing against you, and the knowledge that you have this effect on him fills you with a sense of power.

"You're so beautiful," Shanks murmurs.

His fingers find the edge of your underwear, and he hooks them under the soft material. You lift your hips, helping him to slide the garment down your legs. He takes a moment to step back and drink in the sight of you, completely bared to him, and the raw lust in his gaze makes you feel like the most desirable person in the world.

He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before trailing a path of fiery kisses down your neck. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, his touch light and teasing.

You gasp as he suddenly grips your thigh, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. Shanks drops to his knees before you, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your body tense with need.

His fingers gently part your folds, exposing you to his hungry gaze. You feel a flush of embarrassment at being so thoroughly on display for him, but the desire in his eyes quickly chases it away. "So perfect," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

The first touch of his tongue against your sopping cunt makes you cry out, your back arching in pleasure. His hand moves to grip your hip, holding you in place as he explores you with a thoroughness that leaves you trembling. His tongue circles your clit, each flick sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You can't help but grind against his face, your fingers tangling in his red hair as you lose yourself in the sensation. He groans against you, the vibrations sending a surge of heat straight to your core.

Shanks' fingers join his tongue once you’ve stopped squirming, first one, then another, sliding into you with ease. He curls them upward, finding that sensitive spot inside you that has you seeing stars. His movements are slow and deliberate, designed to drive you mad.

Your breath comes in short, desperate pants, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. The pressure builds within you, an unstoppable force that threatens to shatter you into a thousand pieces.

Just when you think you can't take any more, Shanks sucks your clit into his mouth, and you grind down against his mouth. The combination sends you spiraling over the edge, your vision whiting out as the orgasm crashes over you.

You cry out his name, your body convulsing around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Shanks continues to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm until you're left a boneless, panting mess on the counter.

He stands, his lips glistening with a mixture of your slick and his spit. His eyes meet yours, dark with desire and satisfaction.

Shanks doesn't give you a chance to recover, quickly pushing his pants and underwear down his hips and kicking them away. His cock springs free, hard, and ready, and your heart races at the sight. 

His hand grips your hips, lifting you slightly as he positions himself at your entrance. You look into his eyes, seeking reassurance, and he gives you a reassuring smile. "I've got you, sweetheart," he says, his voice filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache.

He holds your gaze, his expression intense as he slowly starts to push inside you. You feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him, your body welcoming him with a warmth that leaves you both gasping for air.

The feeling of fullness is almost overwhelming, but Shanks gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to move. His strokes are long and deep, each one hitting just the right spot to have you crying out his name and your back arching.

“Shhh… quiet, sweetheart. Wouldn’t wanna wake Uta up, would we?”

Shanks’ words have your walls clenching around his cock; the thought of your best friend walking in on you fucking her dad strangely arousing. 

You cling to his shoulders, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into you with increasing urgency. The sound of skin slapping fills the kitchen, accompanied by the occasional growl from Shanks as he struggles to maintain control.

"You feel so good," he groans, his forehead resting against yours. "So tight... so perfect."

You can feel another orgasm building, the pleasure coiling low in your belly. You cling to Shanks, your fingers digging into his skin as you move together. 

With each thrust, Shanks fucks you closer to the edge, until finally, with a cry that echoes off the kitchen walls, you reach your peak. He follows soon after with one last thrust, his cock pressing against your cervix as his cum floods your cunt.

Slowly, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, and there's a tenderness there that you've never seen from him before, mingling with the remnants of desire. His lips part as though he's about to say something, but instead, he just presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You watch through half-lidded eyes as he pulls out from you, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. He catches you looking and offers a lopsided grin that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Shanks steps back between your legs, his hand coming up to cradle your face. He studies you for a long moment, his thumb stroking your cheekbones in a tender gesture that brings a lump to your throat. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a bit rough.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "More than okay," you assure him, your voice still shaky from the force of your orgasm.

His smile widens, and he leans in to kiss you again, slower this time. You melt into him, your hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. It's a sweet, lingering kiss that speaks volumes.

When he finally pulls away, it's only to press a series of soft kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You sigh happily, your fingers threading through his hair as you tilt your head to give him better access.

After a moment, Shanks steps back, his hand moving to take your right hand in his. He helps you off the counter, and you can't help but wobble a little on your still shaky legs. Shanks wraps his arm around you to steady you. 

"Easy there," he murmurs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Wouldn't want you falling over."

You laugh, the sound light and airy, and you lean into him, comforted by his warmth and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. For a long moment, you just stand there, wrapped up in each other, neither of you in any hurry to move.

Eventually, though, reality starts to creep back in. You become acutely aware of your nakedness, and with a flush, you begin to gather your clothes from the floor. Shanks watches you with a heated gaze, his appreciation evident in the way his eyes roam over your body.

As you're pulling your pants on, there's a soft creak from the hallway. You both freeze, your eyes darting to the doorway of the kitchen. Shanks puts a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. The last thing either of you wants is for Uta to catch you like this.

The sound doesn't repeat itself, and after a tense minute, you both let out a sigh of relief. Shanks moves towards you, a playful smile on his face. "Almost got caught," he chuckles, and you can't help but giggle with him.

[starogeorgina]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing

1.02

The wind carries the acrid smell of burning flesh as the stench of death reaches your nostrils. You toss another black bag into the already burning pit just on the edges of the quarantine zone you lived in. Clad in grimy clothing, trudging through the charred remains of the once-bustling city. You heave a heavy sack of garbage filled with a day's worth of waste onto the fire, the sound of plastic groaning under the strain echoing through the desolate streets.

As you continue your grim task, you can't help but steal glances further along the road at the larger fire blazing beside the one you’re assigned to. Your mouth goes dry when you notice Joel; his brows are pulled together as he drops a body into the fire. He was hauntingly beautiful. There were so many small things you missed when you weren’t with him, like the way he hummed when kissing you and his sarcastic mannerisms. If Joel was telling you a story that made him happy, he’d trace his fingers up and down your arm. He did that often when talking about his brother Tommy.

As Joel walks back towards the truck to retrieve another body, he lifts his head and briefly makes eye contact with you, but just as you smile, his tired eyes swiftly move to something behind you.

“Sad, isn’t it?” A woman with red hair approaches you and says, "Sad, isn't it?" “I’m thankful I’m burning people's trashe and not their bodies. I did it once and had nightmares for weeks.”

“Yeah, it will do that.”

“Where’s Tess? I thought she was on the same shift as you.”

“She swapped them.”

The redhead raises her brows and says, “Oh, that’s handy, I suppose, always having someone in your apartment. The building next to mine got raided a few days ago.”

You think of your sister sneaking around the roof at night, her rifle slung over her shoulder as she scans the horizon for any signs of movement. You weren’t sure if that was for her protection or to protect whatever contraband she was trying to smuggle. According to your sister, she and Joel have been ‘upping their game’ for months now, but you try your best not to ask any questions.

As you stand there, lost in thought, a sudden chill runs down your spine. You pause, trying to shake off the unease that has settled over you.

—

Joel rips the condom packet open with his teeth before rolling the rubber over his hard cock; his rough fingers grip onto your hips as he sinks into your cunt. You groan loudly, feeling him moving his hands to spread you open as he moves your feet so they are resting on either side of his head as he thrusts into you.

“Fuck! You’re so sensitive,” he says before swiping his thumb across your clit. He smirks when your legs start to tremble. “Do you like that, baby girl?”

All you can do is nod pathetically.

Without pulling out of you, Joel wraps his arms around your waist and changes position. You’re now sitting on his lap, your legs dangling on either side of him as Joel sits on the edge of the bed. The new position makes him feel much deeper than before; your fingernails dig into the side of his neck.

“You take me so well,” he pants. “When I’m done pounding into your tight little pussy, I’m gonna kiss it better. Do you want that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You lean back, Joel takes one of your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple, and then he abruptly stops thrusting. “What the hell—“

He covers your mouth with his hand and quietly asks, “Are you sure Tess is working late tonight?”

You nod.

“Shit,” he lifts you off his lap and whispers. “Don’t leave this room until I say so.”

You are slightly confused as he effortlessly lifts you off his lap, moments after the orgasm that was on the brink of consuming you was abruptly interrupted. It takes you a moment to process what’s happening. It’s not until he closes the door behind him that you fully register what’s going on. Someone was trying to break in. You scramble to your feet and quickly start to redress, but before you pull your pants up, three gunshots go off outside your room.

You get the gun that’s hidden beneath your mattress and aim at the doorway, waiting to see who comes through as the door handle starts to turn.

“Don’t shoot; it’s only me.”

“What the hell just happened?”

Joel brushes his sweaty hair out of his face. “Raiders, they managed to unlock your door from the outside, but I can fix it.”

“Oh my god.”

You go to leave the room, but he takes hold of your arm and says, “Trust me, you don’t want to see.”

“But we’re going to need to clean it up before Tess gets back.”

He lets out a deep sigh and holds onto your shoulders. “Finish getting dressed; I’ll deal with the bodies.”

You cared a lot for Joel, probably a little too much, but the one thing you hated was that he acted as if you were made of glass. Both he and Tess seem to forget that blood surrounds you every day.

Joel lets go of you to find his clothes that were scattered across your room; he had only slipped his boxers on before leaving the room. You watch as he ties off the condom before shoving it into the bottom of the trashcan in your room. While you studied him, you had no way of knowing how terrified Joel was of losing you moments ago. Joel's heart raced at the sound of someone trying to break through the front door; his first instinct was to save you; he killed two men without regret because it meant you were safe, but yet he had no intention of saying these thoughts out loud.

—

Your hands shake as you nervously fumble with the box in them. Now or never. Hearing the click of the door opening, you pull a used towel over your lap and frown at your sister, “Jesus, Tess, have you ever heard of knocking?”

Without even glancing in your direction, she goes directly to the sink, immediately rummaging in the small cupboard underneath it.

“I’m trying to pee here.”

“Then pee!” She tosses a few empty tampon boxes to the floor and grunts, “I’ve got to leave to meet this guy about a weapons shipment, and it looks as if I’ve been stabbed from the waist down.”

“Seriously, you need to get out.” You huff like a teenager, wishing more than anything that you had a bathroom with a lock that worked. “Seriously, go now!”

“Alright, alright,” she says, holding her hands up in defeat. Tess turns around, her eyes drawn to something on the floor. “What the fuck is that?”

Your heart races as you notice the small stick lying on the floor. Damn it. It had slid out of the box. Tess crosses her arms over her chest, her gaze fixed on the pregnancy test.

Dropping your head into your hands, you sigh, “Don’t, just don’t.”

“Please tell me you’ve got that for someone else,” her voice low and guarded.

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of your secret bearing down on you. You shift uncomfortably under her gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “I’m late,” you mumble, trying to sound nonchalant. “But it could be from a lack of sleep and stress. This isn’t the first time I’ve been late.”

Your sister lets out a harsh laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “But you've obviously been screwing someone to even think there is a chance you could be. Fuck.”

You feel a stab of guilt as your sister's words sink in. She's right, of course. You had been screwing someone, but you and Joel both agreed it would make things complicated if other people, including Tess, knew.

“Have you taken it yet?”

“No, I was about to when you came barging in.”

Tess pulls a couple of tampons out of an old makeup bag. “Silver lining if you are knocked up? We don’t need to fight over these anymore.”

—

Putting all your weight on your shoulder, you push the door leading into the next door’s apartment open by slamming into it. Dirt and grime cover the walls, revealing overturned and broken furniture. A layer of thick dust coats everything, indicating that no one has been here for a long time. The windows remain boarded up, and the only light from outside comes from the small cracks in the boards.

“Holy shit.”

As you and Tess both search through the apartment, you can't help but notice the tension building between you. She has been acting strangely for days, and you struggle to understand her feelings towards you, as all you've received, except for a few words, has been silence. Every time you try to make eye contact with her, she looks away quickly and becomes visibly uncomfortable.

“Are we just not going to talk now?”

“So, who’s the father?” When you don’t answer, Tess scowls at you and says, “Jesus, tell me you know who the father is.”

“Of course I do,” you snap defensively. “I’m not some whore who sleeps around, if that’s what you’re trying to imply.”

She gives you the same look your mom gave you as a naughty kid. “I never said you were, but you’re the one who’s put us in this position by being so reckless!”

“We used condoms every time.”

Tess shakes her head while picking knocked-over furniture back up. “Condoms are only ninety-eight percent effective, meaning two people out of a hundred fall pregnant, and of course you are one of them.”

You throw two fusty-looking pillows into a black bag, trying to hold back the tears you feel welling up. “Don’t you think I know that? I—I—I can’t tell him.” You think of the devastation in Joel’s eyes every time he spoke about Sarah; not telling him about the positive test result right away was your own way of protecting him. “I need to get my head straight first. Think clearly before I speak to him about it.”

“Do you have any idea how hard this is going to be?” She asks, sounding more like a disapproving parent than a big sister. “Will the father even step up? Will he just be another Paddy and leave you to raise a child on your own?”

Tess has always looked after you. When you were a teenager, she took you in after your dad found out about your pregnancy and kicked you out of his house. She stayed by your side the whole time your son was sick and would babysit so you could study or work extra shifts. You owed Tess everything, yet a part of you was mad because, despite everything you’d been through, she was still treating you like the teenage girl who appeared on her doorstep, begging for a roof over her head.

“I know it’s going to be hard.” Trying to hide the tears that have fallen, you start throwing more junk that was left behind into the trash bag. After a few moments have passed, you take a deep breath. “I think he will be shocked and in denial at first but will want to be involved.”

The truth was, you had no idea how Joel would feel or react, but the second you saw those two thin little lines appear, you wanted to bury your head in the sand, so you imagined this would rip the floor out from underneath him. Joel was a brutal, hardened man, but yet, you’d still trust him with your life. You weren’t scared of telling Joel because of his reaction; you were just scared of the reality of the situation.

“You know, if you don’t want to have this baby, there are still places that can help you.”

“I just...” you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. “I need to sleep on it for a few days.”

"I'm not asking you to tell me who your father is so I can judge you. I’m asking you to tell me because I’m your sister; whatever shit goes down, we go through it together.”

“I don’t want you to have another reason to be upset with me.”

“I won’t be angry,” she sighs. “I just don’t want to go around assuming it’s every guy you’ve spoken to. Is it one of the medics?”

“No.”

“It’s not… a soldier?” She asks jokingly.

“I’ve been sleeping with Joel Miller.”

Tess laughs, “No, you haven’t. Because Joel told me he’s—“ Immediately her demeanor changes; she’s seething. “You’ve been seeing him and never told me?”

The flicker of hurt on her face takes you aback. “I’m sorry. It’s complicated; I don’t even—”

Before you can finish your sentence, Tess storms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

[stories4eve]

★ THE NEXT GENERATION OF HEROES, PARENTAL DYNAMICS!!★

( excuse me for any mischaracterzations of the beasts... I don't know their characters all that well yet!)

(★ @batshikns ... feels nessecary to tag you in this)

Pure Vanilla + his children.

★ Frozen yogurt, being his first child, already establishes a heavy attachment to each other. He absolutely loves his eldest. No matter how much he grows or how he changes, he will always be there to extend a hand to him and welcome him back into his open arms. Pure Vanilla, however, has concerns about his isolation. He tries to get him to make more friends, introduce him to other cookies, and what not. But he watches as they all misunderstand and leave Yogurt behind all alone. So, he picks him up, holds him tight in hopes that he gets the message that "I will always be here for you." But that isn't always something Frozen Yogurt remembers. When both his children do end up spiraling down, he can't help but still blame himself for not trying enough. Maybe if he had been there with Yogurt during that first revelation, this wouldn't have happened. He's not a perfect parent. No one is. There are times when he messes up, times when he has to look to both Hollyberry and Dark Cacao for help. But one thing will always remain: He will have himself ready for his children no matter what happens to them. He is always ready to lead them back on the path if they stray.

★ Cream Vanilla and him are close enough. She's his little angel. Beautiful little girl, whose smile is as bright as the sun. However, he seems to be too careful with her sometimes, and that can frustrate her. He's careful of what he says, but sometimes that little slip of the truth can hurt her by accident. It's not something that's huge, but over time, it can do something to Cream Vanilla. She knows she's not as great as her older brother, but can't understand why Pure Vanilla can't be honest to her about it.. I mean, it's what everyone thinks, right? But Pure Vanilla believes wholeheartedly that she is capable, just not in what Frozen Yougurt's able to achieve. Elsewhere, she will thrive, and he wants to tell her that, but the misunderstanding of his words is something that sticks to Cream Vanilla because because the mindset she's grown to have. Nontheless, he will love her no matter how much she grows to disdain him or curse him. He just wishes that she would wake up from the lies that she's built to protect herself and see that maybe she too has a chance at a fulfilling life.

Shadow Milk + his children

★ Shadow Milk never thought he'd ever be a father, but now here he stands. Despite all the knowledge he's collected over the years, nothing would have ever prepared him for fatherhood to this extent. He, truthfully, tries his best with Frozen Yogurt. Tries to teach him how to hone his magic, and they do form a relationship. One that's genuine, however, with flaws. Shadow Milk is more pushy with him to certain extents, too weary of him ending up like him someday. And when he finally does, Shadow Milk can't help but wonder - was it his insistence that he get out and really show out, caused this? After all, his son can only take so much, he wasn't born to be alone. With raising him, Shadow Milk takes a little bit of a different approach. With Vanillas' all-too-caring nature, someone has to be there to also be a little firmer. That doesn't change the fact that he loves his son. And when the end of his manic episode comes, when push comes to shove, and all has been said.. Like his husband, he will be ready to welcome him back. Albeit, he'll be a little more scolding, ruffling his hair and shaking his head, telling him to never attempt something like that again, all in good nature, though! He was definitely an emotional parent the very least. Part of him kept the joker side of himself, so trust me when I say that Frozen is tired of the badly timed dad jokes. He knows that he says them to spite him, and that's what he hates. They do love each other though.

★ Cream Vanilla? Oh they were the closest with each other! When she was younger, he'd dress up with her, make puppet shows, and other things for her to enjoy. She truly was his little princess. He sees a lot of Candy Apple in her, and that sort of endears him a little, so willing to learn and understand everything around her. However, he can't help but notice as she got older, she tried to avoid him. Was it something he said or did? Was it because he managed to call her out on every lie she told..? I mean, being his daughter, and him being the master of lies, it wasn't hard to tell-- atleast to himself-- when she was lying. What did she want to lie about anyway? Maybe it was how she truly felt, abandoned.. Not enough, never enough for everyone else? He hates the thought of her self-loathing. Does she even know how much he adores her? How much will he give up for her and her brother? Albeit, he is a little blind to her jealousy towards her older brother, and doesn't understand her reasonings then. When she turns away from them for good, he can't help but feel conflicted. He learns of how she feels truthfully, how she lied just like him to protect herself and others from the world that they live in. He then finds that he understands her, and he will use that understanding to drag her back into the light, just as his other half did with himself.

Golden Cheese + Her children

★ Golden Cheese adores her first son dearly. Her children are her dearest treasures through it all! Goldie is a very involved mother within her child's life. Always checking in, always making sure Pepperjack has enough of everything. She even offered to train him in his combat, seeing as he uses a spear too! She teaches him to hold his head up high, never let the world make you kneel, instead make the world kneel to you. However, she can't help but sense the slight itch of doubt he has. He can't act as tall as he does around her, for she will see it. Golden Cheese makes it her goal to make him fully believe that he is capable of taking on her throne. Leading his people as he should, but sometimes, they can and will argue about it. Pepperjack is too careful. He needs to be bolder. Being too safe will only get so far. He needs to find a balance between the two as she has. Because they're both such large personalities, there's bound to be clashes in between and some distance. In the end, they resolve it through Spice having to convince her to try again with him. After all, that's what she did with Spice. Why not lend a hand to their son?

★ Her and Saffron have a good bond. Not nearly as close as she is with Pepperjack, as Saffron is most definitely more attached to Spice. That does not change that they have a loving relationship, however. She finds his determination to be admirable and his spirit? Just as bright as hers, maybe even more! She's proud of him in a way. However, with his stubborn mindset, destructive tendencies- even if they are unintentional - she is a little worried about his future. However, Golden Cheese will let time work its magic, as it has with her and everything else, and let the lessons he's learned change him for the better. She knows that with enough pushing, she'll get him on the right track. It's just a matter of getting him to listen... Quite honestly, Golden Cheese herself is still new to this whole parenting thing in the end and is trying to learn and figure out this new chapter of her life. As perfect as she tries to be, parenting can be challenging.

★ Kofta is her little mini me, her darling little princess that she spoils to no end. She'll dress her up in the finest of clothing, gift her everything she seems to ask for. Of course, there's a limit, Golden Cheese needs to set boundaries somehow. Kofta is a mommy's girl through and through. They go shopping for things together, they do spa days together - everything! There are points of tension between the two, just your average bickering between child and parent; you know, letting the girl take her own steps, let her be more independent. And sure, Golden Cheese understands that her children will leave the nest one day, but she can't help but want them to stay, at least Kofta to. Pepperjack was independent enough and matured faster than she expected. So it has just been her and Kofta for a while because Saffron will mature as well. Kofta, of course, understands her mothers longing for her children, but does remind her that she will have their father too. Eventually, Golden Cheese will let her go, maybe after arugement or two. Only to find that they will still be her babies, no matter how much they grow. Her precious little jewels through and through.

Burning Spice + his children

★ Spice was even more surprised and even more unprepared to be a father than Shadow Milk was. He was already a little uneasy around children, fearing that he'd unintentionally hurt such fragile things. When Pepperjack was first born, he was oh SO careful holding him, feeding him and what not. He was terrified of ever hurting something he finally created. Eventually, the scare goes away, and he adjusts to have little Pepperjack around. He often teaches him the history of the world around him, how the cycle of change begins and ends, how he has a very large responsibility on his back of upholding it when he's old enough. He tries his best to guide Pepperjack in the way Burning Spice thinks he should have gone before corruption. Teaching him that destruction is necessary for new roots to grow in place. But still, there is that overlooking fear he has that he will fail his children, and in turn, his wife too. Pepperjack and him don't argue a lot about much, but when they do, it does get messy. He kind of has to knock sense into him to try and reconnect with his mother during points of distance, but it's just for his sake in the end. Very much huge papa bear vibes from him <3

★ Spice and Golden Saffron are tight-knit. He teaches the boy how to fight and use an axe or other close ranged weapons! He worries the most about his future, though. Because he recognizes his thinking process, he recognizes that little part of himself in him. So he will sit him down, warn him and tell him that all that he had worked for, all that he has done to better himself would have been for nothing if Golden Saffron looses himself to destruction. He is a storyteller at heart and takes Saffron through the historic ruins of his temples and what not to bond with him. For the most part, growing up, they had a good relationship. Spice would help Saffron with those powers of his.. But the older Saffron got, the more pressure was applied on him, and that seemed to sort of cause a little rift in the relationship they have. Small arugements over outbursts turned into larger disagreements. Finally, everything comes out, and they resolve it through an intense spar. This time, Golden Cheese is the one to smack them both into sense to get along. They eventually reconnect and find peace.

★ Kofta is his pride and joy.. No, literally, he is doting on her from day one. From allowing her to dress him up in pink, huge bows, and telling her exaggerated stories about him and her mother.. Those are some of the better memories they have together. Just enjoying each other's company, Kofta looks up to her father. She thinks he's strong, one of the strongest people she will ever have the pleasure of meeting. That doesn't really change the older she gets. Sure, they turn their hangouts into more mature things-- like sparring or running errands together. However, they do tend to argue over Koftas own ever expanding ego and how she might need to tone it down a little. Other than that, it's a loving relationship between them, probably the one child Spice fights with the least, much to Golden Cheeses pleasure. Overall, she trusts him and looks to him for help, too. She enjoys messing with him as well, as much as she loves him. I mean, sure that gets her chased around, but it's all in good, loving nature between her and her papa <33

White Lily + Her child (and reaction to her untimely death)

★ Nodding Lily was White Lily's little miracle, her blessing from above. She adores her baby girl and finds their similarities in physical appearance, in almost everything so fascinating. She's always wanted to be a mother, wanting to know how it felt like to raise a cookie from the start. So she tries her best to be mentally prepared for her, to be there when she needs it. She absolutely encourages her creativity, and Nodding Lily finds her mothers support to be her stone when creating. They don't argue at all. Rather, they will sit and talk it out because they aren't the type to aruge. Whatever issues they have, Lily and her can resolve through peaceful conversation.. To a degree. White Lily isn't a perfect mom, but she sure is trying her hardest.. As for how she takes Nodding Lily's death? Oh, she's grieving, mourning her every hour of the day. There's a sort of bitterness that grows within her towards the others. How come their child wasn't subjected to Nodding Lily's own self-sacrificing power.. Was it her? Was it her fault that she let her child be pushed to the edge? She only now has her partner and can be seen holding onto them tighter ever since their child died. She had her whole life ahead of her, and now this? Was this how it felt like to loose too..? Maybe she understands the bitterness that Golden Cheese holds against her better now that she's experienced loss of her own. White Lily will leave her flowers every time, hoping that her baby, from wherever she's watching, will understand that she's still looking out for her.

Silent Salt + their child (and their reaction to her untimely death)

★Silent Salt.. How should I put it? Was it somewhat prepared? I mean, they understood this is what White Lily wanted the most, and who are they to deny her of anything? Come to find, they absolutely adore her too. She teaches them how to be more open-minded, stop oppresing certain parts about themselves, and teaches them how to be creative. In return, they teach her how to fight, use her powers, and try to guide her through a path of unity and solidarity instead of the crushing path of oppression. Often, they would be found walking together, painting or doing other things. They have this special spot near the old silver tree, where her and them have planted three lilies. One large purple one, the other a medium-sized white lily, and the last a small magenta Nodding Lily in the middle. Its a reminder that the three of them are a family forever. With the lessons she has taught them, they instill in her that her biggest source of support are the people that she holds close to her heart, and she reminds her to always look to them for everything, including themselves. They, too, don't argue, but they take concern to her, wearing herself out by being too much of a giver to everyone else. Remind her that she still is someone and a daughter to them besides being everyone's doormat. But.. to their utter, utter dismay, they still lost her. Failed her. Let her die, especially when it was in front of them and Lily. They couldn't save her from it, from the slow and painful wilting she took to her demise. They couldn't stop it. Her death was traumatic to her parents. Silent Salt had a hard time coping. They didn't know what to do or how to even come to terms with it. They just held onto White Lily even tighter, trying to keep her close, as close as they could so that they didn't lose her too. They sit in silence at her grave, at that special place they had together. Their silence speaks volumes, though. The wind howls, and it seems to convey the agony they feel. They light candles in her honor and even lay their helmet beside her grave as a reminder that she isn't alone.. even in the afterlife. They will carry her legacy within them, but that doesn't change the fact that she is gone.

Dark Cacao + his daughter

★ Choco Oat and him have such a complex relationship. He sees a lot of him within her, but also not. He understands the need she has to keep her kingdom and her people safe, but wants her to understand so desperately that she needs to stop and take it easy sometimes. But she is stubborn and unreltning, and he is too. That causes frustration that boils down into a huge argument. They also tend to bicker about smaller thing.. Choco Oat never really found it in herself to truly forgive her father for what he's done to Dark Choco. There's that, too. But she knows that he's trying. There are sweet moments between them where she'll climb onto his back as he sits.. filling out documents and whatnot. He'll braid her hair for her or style it when she can. They are still loving, and she has a somewhat better childhood than Choco had. Because he has learned from his past mistakes. He's as patient as he can be with her in the end, but sometimes it gets frustrating to talk to such a perfectionist. He does not understand why she must overthink every minute detail until he steps back and realizes he, too, in a way, was like that. But he cannot voice his sympathy for her without her retalating.. Insiting that she was fine and could handle it on her own. When her powers first came in, he was terrified that she would misuse them and end up like Dark Choco. So, he would encourage her to put its use to a minimum and try her best to repress it. Choco Oat somewhat understands, but doesn't as well.. Part of her wants to be free to use it, and feels slight bitterness about her father's response to it, the other part of her undersands that her and Dark Cacao share a common goal of wanting to protect the kingdom.. And that includes protecting them from her own power, too. But Mystic Flour takes notice of this, and rest assured she and Dark Choco will not tolerate this distance between them. After a long and angsty argument, they finally are honest and open-minded with each other, embracing one another as father and daughter do.. and with the help of Mystic Flour and his son, they build a better bond and learn to be there for each other when it was needed.

Mystic Flour + her daughter.

★ Choco oat and her are closer than she is with Cacao. Mystic Flour understands her baby girl and was actually the most prepared one to have a child as Cloud Haetae is not far from one. Though she has her own fears, she knows that under the right guidance, Choco Oat will turn out just fine. They spend some quality time together, weaving shrouds, tapestrys that tell stories. She often weaves silken robes for her daughter, and most of the clothes Choco Oat wears is from her mother. Because Mystic Flour seems to be the only one who understands her sense of style and comfort at the same time. Mystic Flour and her often pray and meditate together, too. She teaches her how to be a good tender to the pagoda and introduces her to Go and whatnot. As for points of tension, mainly it is Choco Oats' ever lasting perusit perfection for herself. Mystic Flour thinks it is.. well, outlandish at times, but she is not one to outright harshly judge her daughter. She will sit her down and talk to her sternly instead about reconnecting with her father and taking a break once in a while. It's only really up to her if she wants to listen now or later, but Mystic will take a page out of her husbands book and will be patient and unreltning with her. As for how she handles Choco Oats powers, unlike Dark Cacao, she tries and encourages her to use them freely in a safe area. Be in tune with them, channel them so that she too can use it for the greater good. Though Cacao is not fond of the idea at first, Mystic convinces him later on after that argument, and soon enough, Choco Oat will learn how to accept even the ugliest parts of herself. For chosing to be ignorant will only lead her down a path of Apathy.

Hollyberry + her twin children

★ Candied Berry and her? Absolute partners in the more daring activities! Hah, there would even be periods where her and Holly would run off together for a bit, go on a hunting trip for a week or two, and come back with spoils to share! Needless to say, they are very close. Hollyberry has finally found an equal with her for her passion, her bravery, her hope is so inspiring. Ever since Candied was a little girl, she would get herself into dangerous situations most of the time, and yes, that would concern Hollyberry. There are points where Holly thinks she's a little too bold, and that cause tension between them, they either spar it out or have a messy talk about it.. Candied Berry also tends to sort of nag her on taking so much Berry juice in daily.. She loves her mama, but too much is too much sometimes, and Candied wants her to know that! Of course, Holly stops when her children ask her. She's not the type to prioritize her juice over her kids, of course. Eventually, through her help, Holly will cut back on that addiction of hers.. But it's going to take a while between the both of them to help each other improve and be better. Hollyberry is willing to be there for her every step of the way, and she can only hope that Candied finds bravery within herself to face her own inner challenges just as she has faced her own long ago.

★ Sugared Berry reminds her of Royalberry in a sense. She finds his calmness to be equally grounding as her wife's own and finds that he and Eternal Sugar are voices of reasons to her and Candied. However, Sugared Berry is more insistent that his mother should take on healthier eating habits, take better care of herself, and what not. He often feels concern for her, and Hollyberry appreciates that. She too also finds that his burn out days can be rough on him too, and reminds him as well that he is still a cookie as well and needs his own rest periods. They don't find much to argue about, except for days where they just can not understand each other eye to eye.. However, Hollyberry is a good listener and will listen to her sons cries and calls, whatever their current state of tensions are. Also, it is worth noting that Hollyberry is one of Sugared Berry's biggest supporters musical career wise, she's always there clapping the loudest during his performances, and will encourage him to be passionate about it too! No matter how discouraged he may get. She will always be there to remind him to keep moving on and to stay passionate for the things he loves. Because she has been a mother before, and having new children doesn't mean she loses the lessons she learned with her first child.

Eternal Sugar + her twin children

★ One of the ones who are less prepared for kids.. Twins at that. She wasn't expecting two kids, but she would love them both deatly anyway. Candied Berry is much like her wife in a lot of aspects, passionate, brave, bold, and daring. For that, Eternal Sugar feels sort of endearment towards her. But she doesn't know where to start with teaching them anything, what to say - how to lead them to a life of happiness. She often looks to her wife for advice and tries her best to channel it, too. However, for Candied, she finds it harder to connect with her because of her nature being so different from Eternal Sugar's own. She still loves her, don't get me wrong, but there's a clear distance between her and Sugar sometimes that they're trying desperately to overcome, but it seems near impossible at times. Eternal Sugar can't quite wrap her head around the activities that Candied deems fun and was worried out of her mind when younger Candied got herself into situations where... It was near life-threatening. The scoldings she gave were a little firm and assertive, but she only wanted to protect her baby. However, now that that rambunctious child has grown into an even more off the walls teenager, she just sighs and shakes her head... Whatever is Eternal Sugar going to do with her?

★ Sugared Berry and her are extremely close, though. She finds his love for the harp, the lyre, instruments in general to be a lot like her passion for them too! She teaches him how to play the lyre and even the harp, and he has her to thank for his great skills. They definitely sit down and relax together when the day calls for it, and she even gives him little bracelets and necklaces she happens to have found from her old status as a virtue. However, they do aruge a little about his tendency to just give up. She can not allow him to go down the same path of sloth as she once did, and he does not understand what is so bad about slacking off from time to time. It's not as major as most of the other kids' issues.. but it does worry Eternal Sugar a lot, especially because she has never been a parent before and does not know what to expect of this. Do not fret, Hollyberry will help her, ease her worries, and allow her to find a way to communicate her concerns to her children in another way besides incessant nagging. Other than that, Eternal is a caring mother and is good at soothing and comforting her children to a degree at the very end.. Even if she isn't the most educated on the topic of parenting.

[propheticbride]

As the World Caves In

𐙚 Alicent didn't desire much in life, as her father taught her the importance of giving to others. The one thing she wants given to her? You.

𐙚 Alicent Hightower x Reader (tw: heavy manipulation, alicent takes full on advantage of reader, alicent is a nasty pervert)

“Your Grace?” your soft voice almost makes the Queen jump.

She doesn't glance up at you, instead she focuses on the papers in front of her. “You’re bothering me, why?”

“You called for me, your grace.” you tell her, hands fiddling nervously together.

Alicent raises her head at you, and a wicked grin grows. “Oh, you’re one of Helaena’s little ladies-in-waiting, are you not?”

You bow your head. “I am, your grace.”

She observes you, eyes never leaving your form. You were beautiful, often arm in arm with her daughter, laughter filling the halls. Alicent had grown a strange…want for you. Almost a need. “Remind me of your name, sweetling.”

You tell her your name, and nervously look around.

Alicent stands, and closes the awkward gap between you. She takes your hand into hers, thumb lightly grazing your ringers that decorated your fingers.

“And you take care of my little girl?” she asks.

You gasp, wondering if Alicent knows that you’ve kissed before. If the queen knows that you're in love with Helaena. “What do you mean, your grace?”

Alicent smiles and lightly grips your chin, making you look at her. “Don’t play coy with me my sweet. You spend a lot of time with my daughter, no?”

Alicent’s suggestive tone makes you almost sick to your stomach, a cruel growing pit taking form inside of it.

“I do, your grace. But that's all, just spend time together.” you insist and nod, trying to convince you and her.

Alicent smiles, and slowly backs you into the wall behind you. “Oh yes, I’m sure you do.”

“Your grace…what are you doing?” you ask, more nervous than ever.

Alicent laughs a little and moves even closer, her entire body flushed against yours, basically trapping yours. “You know I watch you with my daughter. I can tell there’s something more than an innocent friendship between the two of you.”

“She loves Aegon, her king. She...and I...we would never.” you shake your head desperately.

“That's not what I mean, my sweet.” she looks disappointed that you’re playing this game with her.

Your voice is small and comes out weak. “What do you mean?”

“Oh sweetling…do you take me as a fool? I’ve seen the way you look at my daughter…the way you act around her. I know you’re in love with her. You can’t keep lying to me. It’s useless.” the queen’s tone is mocking.

“I don't know what you're talking about, your grace. Please let me go.” you beg.

Alicent raises an eyebrow at your denial. You must think she's truly stupid. Stupid and blind.

“You don’t?” She says, “You don’t think I’ve seen the way you look at her, how your cheeks grow flush when you’re around her, or how you shiver when she holds you…? My sweetling, I’ve seen it all.”

Tears stream down your face, soft sobs leaving you.

Alicent’s resolve only softens slightly, and wipes the tears from your soft cheeks. “Oh sweetling, no need for tears. There’s no shame in admitting it. I know there are feelings, I’ve seen them, I know the truth. No need to lie about it. You love her, don’t you?”

You only nod as more tears wetten your face.

She shushes you as she cups your face, “There's no need to cry my sweet girl. You can admit it to me. So admit it…say it, say it out loud.”

“I cannot.” you whisper.

Alicent rolls her eyes, were you this difficult with her daughter? “Why not my sweet girl? You’ve admitted it to me, why not say it. Go on, say you love Helaena.”

You huff, “Why do you care if I love her or not? It is against the gods…”

Alicent laughs. She can't help it. “Do you think I care what the gods think, my sweet thing?”

“You are a devoted practitioner of the seven... I assumed your grace…”

“I am devoted.” she cuts you off. “But not so devoted to not take what I want. The gods give, and do they give…plenty.” her eyes look over you again. She desperately wished to see under your gown.

“What do the gods give you, your grace?” you ask.

“You.” she says, voice stern.

“The gods give you...me?” you're confused. You're hoping you soon wake up, and this is all a bad dream. That you're not trapped in the queen’s chambers and she isn't demanding you give up feelings you aren't entirely sure of.

“Yes. You. My sweet girl.” she grabs your face. “The gods have given you to me.”

Alicent leans in and kisses you, her hand keeping a firm grip on your face. She tilts your face, and deepens the kiss. Her other hand, slowly places itself on your waist. You gasp through the kiss, too frozen to do anything but let it happen.

You pull back from her, “You want me, your grace?”

You're genuinely asking her, she looks over you. She can't tell if you're stupid or genuinely innocent and unknowing. You did come from good stock, some little Lord in the Reach. Sent to King’s Landing to be a lady-in-waiting for the Queen, her daughter.

And she knew it was wrong. The way she'd watch you bounce along the halls so cheery and sweet. Or how you'd dote on Helaena the most, braiding her hair and helping her dress. You’d be present at tournaments and present at feasts and gatherings. You were more to Helaena than some royal keychain. You were genuinely her friend.

Alicent pants, out of breath. “Yes I want you. Need you. I want you so bad that it’s consuming me from the inside out. When I pray, I find myself praying for you.”

You look at Alicent, and for the first time your fear disappears and you look at her like you might believe her.

Alicent smiles at the change in your expression, she had you almost where she wanted you. You looked so vulnerable, so fragile to her. “You won't deny your feelings any longer?” she begins to kiss your neck. “You’ll be my sweet girl, won't you?”

You moan at her soft kisses on your neck, you can't help it. “Yes, your grace! I promise.”

Alicent begins to remove your gown, unbuttoning and untying your strings that put the fabric together. He pulls the dress down, it pools at your feet. You're left in your undergarments and corset. You've never been this bare for anyone. Not your mother, not Helaena, and surely not for a woman so much older than you. Alicent makes work to remove your corset, and when she begins to peel your undergown, you stop her.

“I’ve never done this before!” you're a little scared, not sure what you're doing.

“I know my sweet girl. You are too pure to let anyone touch you, aren't you?” she asks, fingers begging to remove the gown and see you naked.

You nod. “I've never…felt an attraction to other…men. My father would pick matches for me and I never…desired them.”

Alicent pulls back and studies you for a moment. “Why don't you want them, my sweet? Is it not a husband you desire? Many women do and they are happy. Although…it seems what you really want isn't a husband, is it sweetling?”

“I do not...like men like I am meant to. I think there is something wrong with me, your grace.” you say, tears swelling again.

The queen shakes her head, feeling a little sympathy towards you now. “No my sweet girl, there's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with the way you feel. You are who you are, sweet girl. There is no need to change that. You have no idea how badly I have ached for you. You are my perfect little girl aren't you?”

“You could be my husband, could you not, your grace?” you ask innocently, smiling.

Alicent pauses and looks at her odd, “Sweet girl, you know I am married. I could make you…a paramour, but that is it..” she fixes her tone. “But that does not mean you cannot be mine.”

“Can you pretend to be my husband…” you whisper, “I’m still a maiden.”

Alicent’s eyes dazzle. “A maiden…of course. My sweet girl, you have no idea how much it pleases me to hear I am your first. If it pleases you, I can pretend to be your husband, I can give you everything you’ve wanted.”

You nod, now just desperate to be touched. “Please have me.”

Alicent says nothing, simply slips her hand under your underdress and begins to touch your breast, massaging it as you moan against her touch. She sucks and kisses your neck bone and traces them down. You moan at her touch, never having felt anything like it.

She gets on her knees, rolling up your dress just enough to see your cunt.

She takes a breath, you're much prettier than she thought.

“So desperate for me, so eager to feel my touch. So perfect.” Alicent practically purrs. “Be a good girl and you'll get what you want. Beg.”

“Please touch me, your grace, please!” you cry, much louder than she probably liked.

“Alright alright sweet girl, don't shout.” Alicent kisses your cunt, before attaching her mouth to your little bundle of nerves.

You roll your eyes and become breathless at the feeling, it's new and it's like sparks exploding all over. You cry out and immediately grab for her perfect dark auburn locks, the curls falling perfectly between your fingers. Alicent didn't falter, only continued to lick stripes up and down as your knees buckled.

"Please your grace....please!" you cry more, babbling at this point.

Alicent licks one final stripe on your cunt before you explode in pure ecstasy, crying and whimpering as you ride your high. While you writhe against her sheets Alicent looks at you, grinning. She may not be able to be your husband, but she'd made a whore of you.

"Will you mention this to Helaena?" you ask in a small voice, making Alicent aware to you now.

"Mention what sweet girl?" she licks your wetness off her face before kissing you.