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beigehearts · 4 years

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Due to request I will be making a nsfw version of this post (Landing a hit on the adult trio) Please refer to the linked post as I will be continuing the stories from where they left off fem!reader 18+ content warnings will be listed separately for each drabble

Illumi CW: dubcon, bruising, fingering

Your eyes travel to the floor as he continues speaking, his words beginning to sound like fuzz. You snap back when a strong hand grabs your chin and tilts your face towards his. It almost feels as if his fingers are going to go through your jaw bones. “I expect you to look at me when I’m speaking.”

His bone shattering grip only gets tighter when you look away from him. He studies you closely, only to let go and you drop to the ground again. You gently touch where he grabbed you, knowing that the bruises would be just as painful as the initial injury. Your pants are covered in blood from the trail you were dragged in. Your eyes finally travel upwards to meet his but you can see something has changed. His usual dark and emotionless eyes have something of a spark in them.

“Normally I would make you sleep outside with Mike in a situation like this.” He tilts his foot up to take a better look at it. “Though that doesn’t seem to be working. Mike has warmed up to you.” He places his foot back on the ground and sighs, “It seems I only have a few options left. Rather than punishment- how about you make it up to me?”

What does that mean- does he want you to tend to his wounds? Crochet him a pillow? You’re taken from your thoughts when two arms grab you by your sides, lifting you off of the ground and carrying you into another room. As you’re placed on the bed- looking at the blood bath practically makes you gag but it’s short lived when he closes the door.

“I’ve been curious.” He grabs the hem of your pants, “What will get you to show me something other than disdain for my existence?” You’re frozen in place as he pulls the legs of your pants off of you, leaving your panties exposed.

He places one hand on your chest, holding you down while the other one rests on your hip. He examines your body closely, as if scrutinizing it and it leaves you with an uncomfortable feeling. The hand on your hip travels down to your thigh, gripping it tightly, he’s like a kid playing with a new toy.

That same hand finds it’s way to your clothed, slick folds. You didn’t realize that you were already a little wet until his fingers against you told you. His fingers begin massaging you, rubbing circles around your most sensitive area. You turn your head to look away from him, if not to avoid his gaze, then to hide your expression.

He moves your panties to the side, his cold fingers assaulting your warmth. Your legs twitch when he places his thumb on your clit and begins pushing a finger inside of you. His finger curls inside of you, exploring your walls. Your cheeks flush and you put a hand over your mouth, stifling any noise that could encourage him. Another finger pushes inside of you- only stretching you out more and inviting more pleasure. They scissor inside of you and you cant help but let out a squeak.

His fingers push in and out of you, until they create an unstoppable rhythm. Pleasure racks your body, and your legs start to uncontrollably shake. He moves his hand that held you down to your lower stomach, pushing down. A know builds up inside of you, tightening and tightening and pushing loud moans out of you. You’ve given up hiding it, and allow your body to soak in all the pleasure. His fingers curl inside of you while pumping in and out and the knot in your stomach is ready to burst.

You gasp for air when it explodes inside of you, warmth spreading throughout your entire body. Your limbs go limp and your vision is blurred by the tears in your eyes. He removes his fingers from your slick, warm insides.

He examines his fingers, staring at the liquid that coats his finger. “So that’s how.”

Hisoka CW: noncon, unprotected sex, physical trauma

“You’re so cute when you defend yourself.” You stare up at his untouched face and fear shoots down your spine. He leans down and licks a strip up the side of your face and brings his lips to your ear. “It only turns me on even more.”

You’ve really done it now. You messed up your escape and now he’s pissed. His face doesn’t show it but it doesn’t need to. The grip on your arm says enough. Your throat burns, but not even a cough can escape your mouth. The thought that you can’t even scream whether or not it’s heard, it intensifies your fear.

“See, I could kill you right now, with my bare hands and watch you die slowly.” A grin creeps on to his face, “But I don’t want to break my toy before I’ve even gotten to play with it.” He lets go of your arm, standing up but grabbing you by your hair and pulling you up to his height. The pain shooting through your skull causes a silent screech to claw it’s way through your neck.

He pushes you against the wall without a single speck of mercy in his body. Your head is smashed against the wall so hard you begin to worry about having a concussion. His hand lets go of your hair, only to grip your throat even tighter- the firey burn intensifying.

You begin to flail around when you feel his free hand travelling under the skirt he makes you wear. He brings your head from the wall by his grip on your neck, only to slam it against the wall again. You wish you could even make sounds of pain just for your own sanity. Your arms fall back to your sides, realizing the more you fight the more likely your skull will be shattered.

You close your eyes- waiting to get this over with, but your eyes shoot open when his lips meet yours. And by meet you mean assault. His tongue brushes against your lips in a matter of seconds until it pushes into your mouth, exploring every crevice. He pulls away from you, a string of spit connecting your mouths. His mouth clamps down on your neck, sucking and nipping until he draws blood. He leaves trails of bruises down your neck to your shoulders but that’s not your concern when you feel two fingers begin to massage your core.

“I know you’re dying to get to the point, so why don’t we.” With those words he presses himself against you, lifting your legs to wrap around his slender but sturdy waist. He moves your panties to the side and you feel something poking at your entrance and the grip on your neck tightens. You try to protest but the only thing that can escape your mouth are breaths of air.

Just as he said, he gets to the point. He pushes inside of you and a sharp pang of pain shoots up your back. You begin sweating and your body is doing everything to fight him. It’s no use, he begins thrusting in and out of you, his cock filling your insides as much as possible. He bites down on your neck and suddenly the pain of his thrusts turn into pleasure. If you could moan you would be, the feeling of him dragging in and out of you- rubbing against your walls becomes torturous, and you find yourself moving with him.

His movement begins to speed up and the wet sound your insides are making only adds to the embarrassment. A ball of tightness begins to form inside of you and your body begs for more friction. You try to move your hips with him but he grabs your waist and keeps you still, fucking up into you.

Your hands grab his hair when you can’t wait any longer, and your walls spasm around him while your body shakes. His shit eating grin pisses you off but that doesn’t matter when you’ve just cummed all over him. He presses inside of you as far as he can, holding you in place. The warm sticky liquid filling you to your brim indicates his own orgasm.

He pulls out of you, dropping you like a rag doll and you drop to the ground with a loud thump and a lot of pain. You gasp for air look up to your captor.

“Oh look you’ve made such a mess.” He points to your legs, and you look down. His fluids leaking out of you and onto the tile floor. It’s still warm and it’s sticky against your thighs.

“You better clean that up before it dries.” He turns on his heel, “I don’t want dried cum on my floor.”

Chrollo CW: blowjob, noncon (also this drabble is really bad because I was burnt out once I started writing it so I will rewrite it later and let you guys know when I have rewritten in)

He brings your back against his chest, and he wraps one arm around your arms and torso, preventing you from hitting him. His other arm lays loosely around your waist. “You’re very resourceful y/n.” He purrs in your ear. “Thank you for trying your best and not holding back.” You continue squirming in his grasp but know what your fate is when he says, “Though it’s quite unattractive for a girl to be so feisty.”

You shiver against him and he turns you towards him. He grabs your chin and tilts your head to look at him, “I can’t let my darling go unpunished when she throws such a tantrum.”

He let’s go of you and says, “Get on your knees.”

Your eyes go wide and you shake your head.

“Would you rather I put you on your knees?”

You shake your head again, getting on your knees for him voluntarily seems humiliating. But you’d rather kneel on your own than find out how he would put you on your knees. You slowly bend down, settling your knees against the cold wood floor.

Your eyes travel up his body, meeting his and you send a pleading look at him. “Go ahead, take it out.”

You try to play dumb, hoping that he would just give up, “Take what out?”

He grabs your chin tightly and frowns, “You’re not dumb, take it out.”

You nod slowly, your hands shaking when they reach the fabric of his pants. It’s almost impossible to unzip his pants when your hands are trembling so badly. He keeps his eyes on you, watching your every move to make sure you don’t try anything dumb. Your fingers pull down his boxers, exposing his already hard member. It springs into the air, mocking you only inches from your face.

“Go ahead. Take it.” His cock twitches as if begging for your lips around him.

Your pride is badly wounded, dissolving little by little with each passing second. Your hands reach for his member but he stops you, “Don’t use your hands.”

There’s no chance of having an ounce of self respect after this. You move your head forward, your lips brushing against the tip of his dick. You push your mouth down his length, not wanting to prolong the experience. Your tongue lubricates his length and you stop when he’s touching your throat, only half way. He huffs, getting impatient and grabbing you by your hair, and pushes you down all the way, your nose pressed against his pelvis. You gag around him and feel bile rising from your throat. When he moves your head back, you gasp for air but your freedom is short lived.

He bobs your head on his cock, and you can’t help it but your teeth scrape against him. He seems to enjoy it when a low groan escapes his lips. Breathing becomes a privilege with every push your nose meets his skin again. Saliva coats his cock, and drool drips down your mouth. You’re an absolute mess and the sight of it only makes him harder. He begins bobbing your head fast, his grip in your hair tightening. You hope he’s close.

You know he is when he pushes your mouth all the way down on him, his dick invading your throat, blocking your airways. Your throat begins to constrict around him, and you fight him as your body begs for oxygen. You can’t escape his grip. A warm feeling travels down the back of your throat, and your vision begins to go dark. Your body begins to go limp and at the very last second of consciousness he says, “You’re going to swallow this when I pull out.”

He drags his cock out of your mouth and you do as he says, not wanting to find out what will happen if you don’t swallow his seed. You begin coughing violently and gasping for air all at the same time. You hold your throat as you gasp in air.

“I will not permit such childish behavior from you y/n.”

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 4

Word Count: 4,277

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, Smut, NSFW, Pregnancy stuff

Notes: Well here’s part 4. When last we saw these two, our reader told Jacob she was pregnant. Now they have some decisions to make. Let’s see what happens. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

What Happens In Vegas…Doesn’t Always Stay There Masterlist

Jacob finally ended up carrying you to bed, after the game. He hated that it might possibly wake you, but didn't think that sleeping on the couch would be good for you or the baby. He wanted you to get as much rest as possible while showing you that moving here and letting him help you was really the best option for all three of you. Thankfully, you were still in a sleep fog as he lifted you off the sofa, really only conscious enough to wrap your arms around his neck.

The earthy scent of sandalwood and something else filled your nostrils. Something that you knew, subconsciously, was only Jacob. As he carried you up the stairs, this feeling of serenity and tranquility took over you. The past few days you had felt like you were stranded on a deserted island with no one to help and nowhere to go. Now, being here with Jacob, you just felt cared for, and dare you say it, loved. That last part you didn't want to think about, there were too many emotions as it was. Just because Jacob was feeling responsible for the baby, didn't mean that he loved you. The whole idea was ridiculous. You barely knew one another. A small part of you said that that didn't mean that love wasn't off the table, but you squashed that thought down, as Jacob laid you on the mattress.

You blinked rapidly, clearing the haze that had crept over you in sleep, to see Jacob staring down at you. The look in his eyes was undeniable. That feeling was something you recognized and felt yourself. Lust. You remembered that look as you saw it several times in Vegas, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have that same feeling yourself. You'd had it since the moment the plane landed in LA and every time after that when you spoke to him on the phone. Now, it burned low, all the way down in your core, as you felt yourself yearning for him once again.

Jacob's eyes were glued on you, watching as you cleared the sleep from your eyes. Since the moment he'd laid eyes on you that day at the pool, he'd wanted you. It was only heightened now that you were in his home, lying on one of his beds. His brain told him it was wrong, but other parts of his body screamed that it was so right. When your hands didn't release their hold around his neck, he took that as a good sign and slowly brought his face closer to yours.

There was a mere inch separating the two of you when you finally whispered out. "I want you, Jacob."

"Are you sure?" He asked and you'd never been more sure of anything in your life. You knew this could get messy, but somehow at that moment, you didn't care. You had a little over seven months to figure it all out, surely that would be enough time. Right now, all you wanted to do was give in to the desires that burned deep within you.

A simple nod was all he needed before his mouth was hot on yours, his tongue plunging deep inside you, filling you with a passion that was all-consuming. You met him every step of the way, as your mouth fused with his. Eager hands lifted the hem of your shirt until you were sitting up so that Jacob could toss the garment somewhere in the room. Yours did the same to him, divesting him of every stitch of clothing but his boxers. His mouth left yours only so that it could travel down your skin, kissing your neck, your collarbone, and your breasts. It was only when he reached your stomach, as he was peeling off your panties that he stopped; the air growing heavy as you could see a frown forming. "Is this, ok?" Jacob asked you the simple question yet spoke to your tummy and you knew he was asking about the baby without saying the actual words.

You grabbed his chin between your thumb and index finger. "Hey, look at me." When he did you continued. "It's fine. The doctor said everything looks perfectly normal." That answer seemed to put him more at ease, yet his movements were still hesitant, as he finally slid your panties off. His fingers delved between your folds finding you wet and wanting, and making you pant with need. As good as what he was doing felt, you knew he needed reassurance. Pushing his boxer briefs down, you freed his cock; gliding your hand up and down his length before positioning him at your entrance.

Jacob watched your face intently as he entered you, afraid that he might be causing pain. You knew all he'd see there was pleasure, as he filled your pussy. He held himself still, once he was buried deep within you. It was only when you moved your hips, did he finally let go and start thrusting into you. Wrapping your legs around him, you allowed him to go even deeper yet. Jacob groaned as you moaned out when he hit that spot inside you perfectly. Though you'd only been together a few times it was as if he knew all the tricks that turned your body on. Never in your life had you been with anyone who you'd felt so in sync with, until him. It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit, as your pussy quivered around his cock. Jacob followed you with a few shortened thrusts and a low guttural moan. His lips locked with yours as the last spasms of climax left you both.

He pulled out of you, then rolled onto his back, gasping for air just as you were. "You, ok?" Concern laced his voice, and somehow you found the strength to roll onto your side so you could look at him.

"I'm more than ok." He smiled at you, a dazzling one that even in the dim light of the night, lit up the room.

"And blueberry?"

It took you a minute to realize he was referring to the baby. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

He shrugged into the mattress before allowing his hands to skate down your sides to your midsection. "Seems like a fitting name for now."

"Ok, blueberry it is." It was a peculiar name, you'd give him that, but at least no one would really know what you were talking about until you decided to make the pregnancy more public. "Yes, blueberry is fine as well." He seemed more reassured, so you dropped your head down to rest on his chest. "You know we're going to have to talk about this thing between us more. It could get complicated if we keep ending up in bed."

Jacob just hummed, before adding, "Tomorrow. Let's just sleep now." He was right. There would be plenty of time to discuss it in the daylight, with your clothes on. Until then, you let your eyes drift shut and sleep take you.

There was something about being in Jacob's arms that made you feel safe and secure. That even though you didn't know what the future held, for it was not the one that you had planned, everything would be fine, because he was by your side. When you woke early the next morning before the sun was even out, you laid perfectly still, a bit nauseous having gone without food for longer than the baby wanted, or so you assumed. You tried to move without waking Jacob, for he looked so peaceful in sleep, but when a wave of nausea hit, you took off running for the ensuite.

Jacob was out of bed before he even knew what was happening. He felt you fly out of his arms, only to see you take off for the bathroom. By the time he walked in, your head was halfway in the toilet dry heaving. He felt like a helpless asshole, standing there not knowing what to do. He thought back to the times when he was sick as a child and how his mother would take care of him. So, he found himself kneeling beside you, pulling back your hair while he idly stroked your back. Your body heaved a few more times before you finally stopped, yet still, he continued to rub his large hand up and down your bare skin. "What can I do?"

"Crackers," you were able to mutter back, and he was gone in a flash, as you stayed on the bathroom floor recovering. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror; naked, shivering, with your hair a mess. It was quite a sight and you were pretty sure that Jacob would want nothing to do with you after this. How was it that the one man you could finally see yourself being with, was seeing you at your utter worst?

When Jacob walked back into the bathroom, his gut twisted in pain. You looked so small and frail, and all he could think of was that his carelessness had done this to you. He wanted nothing more than to collect you in his arms and protect you, even though he knew that this was something he couldn't shelter you from; it was just a part of life. Still, his heart did that funny little lurch, the one that told him that what he was feeling was way more than even he wanted to admit for you. "Here ya go. I'll stop at the store today, so we can have them in every room for you." It was a small gesture, but he would do anything to prove to you that he was in this for the long haul.

"Thank you." The mumble coming out garbled as you bit down on a saltine. You thought for sure you'd completely turned him off when he left the room, but seconds later he was back with the duvet from the bed sitting down and wrapping you both up in it. The sight the two of you made could only be described as comical, as Jacob grabbed a cracker to munch on with you. You burst out laughing, and he joined you.

"Feeling better?"

"A little."

"So, is this an every morning occurrence? Not that it matters," he said right away. "I'm just trying to be prepared."

You shrugged a shoulder at him. "It's happened a few times, but I've noticed if I eat these," you held up the cracker in reference. "It helps immensely."

He nodded, making a mental note to have them in all the nightstands and end tables for you. "So…about last night…" You knew this was coming but weren't sure you were ready for it this soon. Sure, he had mentioned that he wanted you to move in but after your bout with morning sickness, you knew it was more for the baby's sake than anything between the two of you. Seeing you like this couldn't have been a turn-on. You steeled yourself for what was to come next. "I really want to try and make this work, and not just the parenting thing." You weren't quite sure you were following him. He must have seen the confusion on your face. "Sure, I want to be there for blueberry." You smirked at the use of the baby's nickname. "And I always will be. It's just...you and me. I want to give us a shot as well. I know we don't know each other well, but we can work on that these next several months." His hand absentmindedly went to the back of his neck, and you kind of thought that was a telling sign for him when he was trying to come up with the right words. "I want us to be a couple. Maybe that's naïve to think that, especially since I know it's not what you wanted for your life right now, but I'd like to give it a try."

A tear slid down your cheek at his words, and you could see him already starting to build up a wall at thoughts of your rejections. "I'd like that too." You told him quickly before the stone building could be erected. "There's something between us Jacob, and if I'm being honest, it's more than just this little blueberry inside me." He was smiling again and you couldn't help but return it. That was the thing about Jacob, he seemed to always be in a great mood and it was infectious. "We certainly have chemistry."

"Yes, we do."

Even though you were both on the bathroom floor, naked, eating saltines, there was a smolder in his eyes that told you he wanted you even then. It definitely did things to you. You shook yourself to clear where your mind was headed. "But I think there's even more. Those weeks after Vegas, when we just talked on the phone. Some nights I just didn't want them to end."

"Me either," he admitted. "So, then we're giving this a try?"

"Yeah, I think we are."

There was still this little part of him that was unsure of something, you could see it there; so you raised a brow in query. "Does that mean when you come to the game tonight, I can introduce you as my girlfriend?"

Ah, so that was the problem. "Yes, I'd like that."

Jacob smiled; he definitely liked the idea of telling people the two of you were dating. Not only was it something he wanted the last couple of weeks, but it would make it much easier when you finally decided to tell people about the baby and being married. There was that nagging feeling in the back of his mind again. He should probably tell you right now that he hadn't yet signed the divorce papers, but somehow, he couldn't. It could wait he told himself. If things worked out between the two of you, and he was hoping they would, he'd eventually propose and then you could renew your vows and laugh about the whole incident. That was his plan and he was going to stick with it.

"I really want to kiss you right now," Jacob told you, but you could see the hesitance on his face and you didn't blame him one bit.

"Maybe after I've brushed my teeth."

"Deal," he chuckled. "Feeling better?"

"Much."

"Good, because my ass is cold on his damn tile." He wasn't wrong, yours was as well. He got up in one fluid motion then, helped you stand as well, wrapping the comforter around himself and then him around you. It was quite cozy, if not a bit awkward, as the two of you both brushed your teeth. He kissed you soundly, before the two of you headed back to bed, only this time with sleep on your mind.

A couple hours later, Jacob was up getting ready for practice as you cooked you both breakfast. He headed off to morning skate, saying he'd see you in a few hours, which allowed you some time for work. You made a quick trip to the set of the movie you were working on the ad campaign for, talking with producers about the things your firm had in mind while snapping a few shots of filming. By the time you got back to Jacob's place, he was already home.

He informed you that he talked to his teammate Erik Gudbranson and that his fiancé Sarah would pick you up and take you to the game. He'd given Erik your number so Sarah could call you. Which of course she did, asking if you wanted to grab dinner before the game. Since you had no plans and hated eating out alone, you said yes.

Sarah was an absolute doll. She treated you as if you'd known you her entire life. Through your conversations with her, you learned that she was a dentist, and it was refreshing to know that if you decided to move here you could still pursue your career while supporting Jacob. Sarah gave you all the ins and outs of the hockey world. Telling you how the guys napped every day, which at first you found ridiculous but once she explained about how much energy they were exerting you understood. While also informing you about trades and how one minute you can be playing somewhere and the next day you're up and moving. That was something you didn't want to explore, yet at the same time needed to consider when thinking about the baby. If Jacob got traded at some point, you could be moving to DC or Florida, and even if you weren't together you'd need to figure out how he could see his child. It was a bit overwhelming but at the same time, she made you feel like part of the hockey world.

When you finally got to Rogers Arena, you were feeling more inundated with hockey life. Sarah introduced you to all the wives and girlfriends, some more welcoming than others. You got along particularly well with Bo Horvat's fiancé, Holly, and Chris Tanev's girlfriend, Kendra. They made you feel at home and not an outsider at all. As Holly explained, now that you were with Jacob, you were family. You felt partially bad, considering they didn't know the full extent as to why you and Jacob were together, but there would be time to tell them everything at some point.

The game was a nail-biter and you could see the intensity Jacob had as he stopped each shot. You'd been to a couple of hockey games before, but hadn't paid a great deal of attention, now you couldn't tear your eyes off the ice or at least the home team's goalie. When Jacob let one slip in during the third period, you could see the frustration on his face. It was almost as if he was itching for a fight with the other team, which somehow you found extremely attractive. Thankfully, he was the better goaltender in the end not allowing the puck behind him as the game went into overtime. The Canucks got the W and you found yourself cheering along with the rest of the girls as the team celebrated on the ice.

Sarah had mentioned at dinner, that after the game you could meet up with Jacob downstairs in the locker room, so you followed her along with the others into the recesses of the arena. It took a bit, but soon the guys were coming out one by one.

"He'll be out in a minute (Y/N). I'm Erik by the way, the better half of this one."

"I reserve the right to make that call and so far, you have a lot to live up to." You playfully told Sarah's fiancé, which garnered you more favor amongst Jacob's team members. "I'm (Y/N)," you added holding out your hand for him to shake. "Though you already knew that."

"I did. Jacob talks about you…a lot."

"What do I do?" Jacob sauntered out of the dressing room heading straight for the three of you.

"Oh, I was telling her all your bad habits, like how you fart…."

"ERIK!" Sarah chided, swatting at his chest. "We want (Y/N) to stick around, not scare her away. She hasn't decided if she's moving here or not."

The smile on Jacob's face from the win earlier, fell. He hated the thought of you not staying in Vancouver with him and not just because you were having his baby. He pushed the thought from his mind, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, hauling you close so he could drop a kiss to your forehead. "You could help a guy out you know." He finally told Erik.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure (Y/N) knows what she's getting into."

"Come on, we're leaving before you get Jacob into more trouble." Sarah came over to you then, pulling you from Jacob and giving you a hug. "When you're in town again, which I hope is soon, we'll have you over for dinner. I promise to make Erik be on his best behavior. Oh, and if you need someone to vote on you moving here or just talk about things, you have my number." She gave you a little wink then the two headed out of the building.

When it was just you and Jacob, he finally asked you what he was dying to know since the moment he stepped off the ice. "Did you enjoy the game?"

"It was great." Then you added because you knew he was fishing for it without actually asking himself. "You were amazing. You must have blocked a couple hundred shots. I don't know how you do it."

"Not nearly that many," he chuckled, his arms encircling your waist.

You let yours loop around his neck. "It seemed like that many." He just shook his head lightly. "Well, I still think you deserve a reward." You went up on your toes so you could kiss him.

Just as it was turning heated, a voice had you breaking apart. "Get a room, Marky!"

"Shut up DZ." You recognized him, from Vegas as the guy Jade was into, Michael Del Zotto. You were pretty sure Jade still had an interest in him, but she never admitted if the two of them had hooked up or not.

"Good to see you again, (Y/N). Hope you'll be a more permanent fixture around here."

"We'll see," you answered non-committally.

"Let's head home," Jacob told you, taking your hand as you made your way out of the arena. "Maybe I can think of a way to convince you to stay."

He definitely made a good argument once you were finally home, but sex with Jacob wasn't really an issue. The chemistry between the two of you was something you weren't worried about. It was all the stuff that happened out of the sheets, that you were worried about.

While Jacob practiced in the morning, you worked again, so that when he got back you could head off to the OB/GYN. It was a bit awkward going to a doctor that you weren't familiar with, but then going to the gynecologist was never a fun experience. You supposed you were going to have to get used to it with how many appointments you'd have in the near future. The nurse showed you into the room and had you strip from the waist down. "Do you want me to wait outside?" Jacob offered.

"Why? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

His eyebrows picked up and you could see where his mind was going, but then he looked around and suddenly that look was gone. It made you laugh. It wasn't long before the doctor was coming in, thankfully a woman, which made it a bit more comfortable. "So, mom and dad are we ready for this?" You both nodded and she took the probe out, slipping a condom on it before inserting it inside you. You saw Jacob's eyes get round as saucer. You should've warned him that this would be a transvaginal ultrasound and not like the ones they show on tv. You grabbed his hand reassuringly to let him know you were fine. It took a second, but then a picture popped up on the screen. It literally looked like a blob. "Ah, there we go. See right there," she pointed out and you glued your eyes to where she pointed. "That's the baby."

A few more seconds and you could hear this swooshing noise. "And that's its little heartbeat." For some reason you felt tears in your eyes, for it was the most amazing sound you'd ever heard. "It's nice and strong. That's what we like to hear." She did a few measurements checking things out here and there. All the while, you couldn't tear your eyes from the screen. It was only when you felt wetness on your hand that you turned to see Jacob crying as well.

You looked up at him and just smiled. "I didn't think I would be this emotional over Blueberry." It was Jacob's admission but you felt the same way, and you had to swallow hard past all the emotions. You didn't want a baby, at least not at this moment in your life, but right now you wouldn't change a thing. You were in love with the tiny little blueberry on the screen and you felt like you could fall in love with its father as well.

"Blueberry huh?" The doctor said breaking the moment. "Well, I'll print off some pictures of blueberry here for you, but everything looks great. I saw where you're already taking the prenatal vitamins and everything. You'll need to schedule another appointment either here or in LA at the twelve-week mark so the baby can be checked again. If you're doing it in LA you'll want to call and get orders for blood work and urine tests. If you decide to stay here, I'll go write them up now. Just let me know when you come out."

She got up to leave then, but you stopped her. "Doctor," you gave Jacob's hand a squeeze. "Could you get them ready for me for when we leave and set me up with another appointment here?" She nodded then left the room.

Jacob stood there dumbstruck. "Does this mean?"

"Yeah, yeah it does." You sat up from the table to better look at him. "Looks like you've got yourself a roommate, Mr. Markstrom."

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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I would for sure read a continuation of the birth photographer fic if you feel comfortable writing it/have time! Xx

a/n sorry I kinda combined these two together, I hope this is okay!! sorry ive taken so long too!! my requests are still open, just going a bit slowly :)

summary: literally just birth + harry

dad!tom x reader

warnings: childbirth, mentions of fainting, squint for suggestiveness too

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“Your doing so good darling, just keep breathin’ like that for me, in-out-in-out”

That had pretty much been the soundtrack to your last 3 hours. And yes it was MORE annoying than it sounds. Of course, that’s also ignoring the insane amount of pain your uterus was putting you through - as it spasmed while the little bug in there was wriggling away. Giving birth was not easy but giving birth with a husband-turned-midwife wittering away in your ear? Un-fucking-bearable.

“Tom…. I love you but..” Everything had really been starting to ramp up in the last half an hour, you were a panting sweaty mess now. “Please… SHUT THE FUCK UP” Tom would’ve recoiled completely away from the bed because of your tone, if it wasn’t for the absolute death grip you had his right hand in. Instead, Tom settled for straightening straight up and staring helplessly and dejectedly across the room at his brother - who of course was trying to hold back laughter, knowing it would be very easy for you to switch your target to him.

Clearly it wasn’t a social call to the hospital, Harry was here under the premise of taking photos when the baby arrives for Tom; but really to stop his brother from having his own breakdown - as commissioned by you. Lets just say, however scared and mortified Harry was of this ‘event’ he was taking a lot of enjoyment from how his brother was acting currently.

“It’s okay sir, if you were pushing a watermelon out of hole that normally was the size of a whiteboard marker, I’m sure you’d be a bit tetchy too.” That lady was your favourite midwife and in a lull between the sets of contractions, you actually managed a laugh. Wide-eyed, Tom just nodded jerkily, murmuring some sort of agreement. It was at this point a flash of light reverberated around the whole room, causing you to breathlessly laugh, Harry’s face informing you the picture he just got of Tom was priceless.

The laughter didn’t last long though, the next contraction had you bearing down on the bed, face contorted in pain as you sucked desperately on the gas and air tube.

“Okay Y/n I think we might be getting there, let me call the senior midwifes in okay?” The midwife had your legs hiked apart, a blanket attempting to cover your modesty - but at this point she was basically sticking her face in your noon. Modesty was out the window.

“Already?” Tom was shocked to say the least, from all his reading and research he’d learnt that the average labour time was more like 5 hours. Lets just say, Tom never exceled in school, never much enjoyed reading - which made the hours of highlighting baby books and pregnancy leaflets all the more extraordinary.

“Babies don’t stick to the script sir.” You could tell she was proud of the pun there, because you know, Tom’s a moviestar. “Professional improvisers, the lot of them.”

The cream walls of the hospital room very quickly filled with more and more people - Harry staying like a fly on the wall, now nervously biting his nails as he watched an obscene amount of medical people all take their turn oggling his sister-in-law’s bits. This was a weird ass situation.

Almost immediately it was at the point the midwifes were telling you to push, which after 9 months of holding a baby in (as well as your ill functioning bladder) sounded like an absolute dream. But it was also absolutely terrifying and exciting and horrifying all wrapped in one. Naturally then, after nodding hesitantly at the midwife between your legs, you’d craned your neck across to tom .You might’ve just told him off, for trying to encourage you, but now? You needed his encouragement.

What met you though, was his face completely drained of colour, mouth hanging slightly open as he hadn’t moved - still staring intently at the midwife. She followed your gaze, only taking half a second to survey the situation before knowingly smiling.

“Can we get a bit of help for dad please?” Immediately one of the more junior looking midwives was directing (pushing) Tom into the chair next to the floor. Suddenly actually concerned, you looked with wide eyes to the lady between your legs, who you felt bad for not remembering her name. With a comforting squeeze of your ankle she reassured you he’d be right as rain after a few moments of having his head between his knees. Also sensing you needed your support, she arched up, beckoning over to Harry who had an equally bemused look on his face.

“No - I-um I’m not.” His squeaking protests were interrupted by a large scream on your part, as another contraction tore through your body. Helplessly Harry glanced between Tom, who was still hunched over on a chair with a nurse squatted infront of him; and you, writhing around on the mechanical bed. He didn’t hesitate then, in jumping right to your side, allowing you to start crushing all the bones in his hand too.

And then it was all happening, a blur of activity and screams. It didnt take long for Tom to pull himself together and then you were flanked on both sides by Holland boys - both giving cheesy encouraging words (which you would’ve again told them to shut the fuck up for, if you’d been able to), Tom also stroking the top of your head. He found it pretty impossible, watching the woman that he loved go through such immense pain - especially when he was technically half the cause. Well… actually more that that, it had been him who had been… well shall we say *needy* those nine months ago.

“Okay Y/n the heads crowning, I know you’re tired but we need a few more big pushes, can you do that for me?”

Merely 5 minutes later and the most beautiful sound in the world echoed through the 4 creams walls. You were absolutely spent, eyes closed as you panted, knowing tears were flooding down your face too. Immediately though, familiar hands cupped both sides of your face, a forehead resting on yours.

“You did it Y/n/n.” His eyes were glassy, watering and red and the way he scoffed a smile in disbelief had you mirroring him exactly.

“We did it.” Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the yells of pain but it didnt matter. The midwife calling you by the name ‘mum and dad’ got both of your attention, a title you’d no doubt start getting used to.

“Meet your beautiful baby girl.” Another choked sob escaped your throat, as this little roughly wrapped up pink alien looking thing was placed onto your chest. Both you and Tom just gazed at her, completely transfixed at the way she wriggled her head slightly, nuzzling into your chest. Tom gently hovered his palm against her little head, while you pressed down the blanket gently, just so you could see all her features.

Then a flash echoed around the otherwise silent room, making you all look up to Harry who was gritting his teeth in apology. “Do mum and dad want to smile for the camera?” The question was posed so hesitantly and quietly, really it wasn’t funny either. That didn’t stop you and Tom both pulling out the biggest grins and chuckling away, allowing Harry to capture the perfect moment. Being referred to as mum and dad - it was bloody comical.

“You gonna tell me her name now?” You looked from Harry to Tom, nodding in approval for him to spill the beans.

“Amber. She’s Amber.”

You’d squabbled for months before ending on Amber. It had been a long relentless process, Tom claiming that your baby might just have ended up as ‘as yet untitled’ which you and your hormonal state had stormed out at. It hadn’t taken much to forgive it though, Tom had long since worked out that Ben and Jerrys was the way to your heart.

The nurses took Amber back to do some tests, properly cleaning both you and her up and after that everything was weirdly calm. Harry had left to give the twothree of you a moment alone and Tom was about to do his turn of skin to skin.

“This really is it isn’t it?” He murmured, whilst carefully scooping Amber from your arms.

“Mhmmm… your stuck with two girls who’ll go psycho on you without a moments notice.” He seemed to accept it though, just nodding in response.

“And I still can’t bloody wait.” His eyes penetrating deep into you, had you blushing like a nervous teenage girl. “ ‘m still so proud of you, you grew this little human.”

“Your not allowed to call her little because you didnt have the ‘little’ thing rip your insides apart.”

“Hey! I’m upset about it too! Was like I had to watch my favourite pub being burnt down.” Of course, trust Tom to make a dirty joke at a time like this.

“Don’t kid yourself, you weren’t watching, too busy fainting.”

“I didn’t actually faint!” This time he protested a bit too loudly, causing Amber to mewl a little and bury her head into the crook of her Dads arm. “I think Ambers just told you to shut it too.”

“You annoy the hell out of…” Your grumbling was interrupted by an impressive, ear-splitting yawn. “ You annoy the hell out of me.”

“But you love me?” He sing-songed, now back to a hushed tone.

“I hope so, otherwise we’re in a bit of trouble.” He scoffed, but nodded his head, taking the hand that wasn’t cradling Amber to tuck some sweaty, knotted strands of hair behind your ear.

“I do owe Harry though, he was at least able to stay on his feet.”

“He was a better birthing partner than you too, much much less condescending and annoying.” You sniggered, making Tom pout once again, only wiping the look off his face when you yawned again, rubbing an your eye like a toddler would.

“If your done insulting me… get some rest love, I got you.” All you did was nod, with a small groan (because below your waist still hurt like a bitch) rolled over so you could fall asleep to sight of the two of them.

“Got you both, my two beautiful girls.”

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itstheimpossibledream · 3 years

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Only A Play

Part 5

Word Count: 2213

Pairing: AU Henry x FemBlack!Reader

Warning: Smut, Angst, Some fluff

Summary: Can reader & Henry work out their differences or will they be better apart? Breakup sex? Idk it’s the finale let me know what you think!

“ and that’s when I packed my things and came to New York.” Henry finishes.

You’d been looking down at your hands, trying not to get lost in his features while he spoke, knowing the tabloids would make a day out of it. Angling the photograph and captioning it something cheesy about ‘love being in the air’ or the fact that you’re ‘just in time for Valentine’s Day’. The dating speculations you could take but, the photographic evidence that made your mom ask questions was a different story entirely.Since the show had opened the two of you toured from interview to interview and then performed at night. The day usually culminating in a needy fuck at his apartment or in your dressing room if he couldn’t wait. You stayed at his place often and while it was still mostly in booty-call territory, (despite the previous year of apartment crashing and drunk declarations of love) the dinners and breakfasts remained consistent. You answered the interviewer’s questions calmly but,nothing could have prepared you for the final follow up. He turns to Henry, “And so aside from your new relationship(he motions to you),have you made any other friends during your time in New York?” He only hesitated slightly,before answering. He smirks but,the curve of his lip is gone before you know it. “I have really enjoyed working with her, and I hope our artistic relationship will flourish long after this production has ended.” he smiles diplomatically while reaching for your hand.“As far as new friends I believe my doorman Jason and I have gotten pretty close.” he laughs. When he laughs, the whole world laughs with him and the audience is no exception.Eventually , the hours of embarrassment have passed and you’re being rushed back into a cab to Henry’s apartment.

“So what was that?” you say as he closes the door, sliding into the car behind you.

“What?” he asks blissfully unaware of your annoyance.

“That whole continuing relationship thing?”you push.

“I said artistic relationship.” he corrected sternly.

“ You gave them ammo.” you cut back quickly.

“And so what? Two people in a romantic play together are speculated to date?How awful.” He grumbles.

“You don’t get to make a choice like that before talking to me about it.”

“It wasn’t a choice, it was the truth.” he quips back sternly.

“A truth that will put the tabloids on my ass.It’s been bad since we opened the show but, you and I both know this is only going to make it worse.” you mirrored his tone, clearly losing your cool at the idea of being followed to your apartment by cameras.

“Well you can stay with me as long as you need.” He says, firmly setting his jaw.You roll your eyes towards the window, Watching the people who pass by.

“So, this is what it was about? control ?”

“Please!” He scoffs “I don’t need the paparazzi holding your apartment hostage,to get you to stay at my place.You’re practically there every night anyway.” It comes out sounding like more of a complaint than he had meant for it to. Your blood boils with resentment of his comfortability.You can feel the heaviness in your eyes when the car pulls up to his ‘flat’. A term you had started using sarcastically but had slowly begun to stick. Even now, you despised that while being a convenient fuck , he had permeated your subconscious enough to make you even think to refer to it as a flat.

“What’s on your mind?” he finally asked, breaking the silence that had been holding court in the elevator. He didn’t sound like he really wanted to know, infact he seemed like he was solely asking for courteous purposes and that was it. You turned your entire body to face him, you could feel that no matter how hard you were trying your face had begun to break.

“You know, you were right. There’s no reason for me to be here.” your lips upturned in a smile as you saw the glassyness of your eyes reflected in his face. It was an odd pain , not one you could name but, one you knew without a doubt was real. You had shared something special, he knew that. But, anyone could see that the lack of compatibility outside of the bedroom left the relationship forever doomed.He rolled his tongue between his lips and you couldn’t help but think of how blissful the silence was between you two. Someone had to say it, and in true fashion Henry was not strong enough.

“ What are you talking about?!” He followed behind you into the hallway as you fled the elevator, opening the door to the apartment.

“We aren’t compatible Henry. You don’t get me. My lifestyle, my friends,my choices; you think it’s all a fucking joke or something. Well, it’s not,It’s not a fucking joke.It’s my real life. I know we play and talk about how much money you make but when it comes down to it I’ve never seen you put a red cent to helping anyone else. But, you watch me tithe everything I earn to give back to the communities that raised me. If you wanted to be with me, like really wanted to be with me,you would have already invested yourself in the things I find important. Instead, what you do is stand on red carpet at a black, trans fundraising gala and steal the attention once again.”

“I thought you were mad about the interview, now you’re mad about the gala?!?”

“I’m mad about all of it!” you screamed directly into his beautifully manicured face. Not an eyelash out of place and yet he still couldn’t contend with the neatening of his moral compass.

“I’m mad because you center yourself in any safe space for people of color I take you to.I’m mad because you don’t ask for my opinion or consent before doing anything, because you don’t care.Actually, I’m not even mad anymore.I just see it for what it is.”The tears had started to slowly flow now, and while your pride kept you from full on sobs,a total breakdown was on it’s way without a doubt. You removed your bag from your shoulder,sitting it in the chair by the door and headed to your bedroom. You had graduated from the guest bedroom, to mostly staying in Henry’s bed with him, a convenience thing really.

“And what is it?” he asked , finally unable to continue being berated by you.

“A mistake.” you said calmly, what had to be mere minutes felt like passing hours, the two of you standing there, looking at eachother, seeing the relationship for what it was.

He spoke first.

“I love you.” his baritone timbre you had become so accustomed to sounded far away, you questioned if you had even heard him clearly.

“I love you, does that not matter to you at all?”he sounded stern, almost scolding you for not immediately reciprocating his affection.

“It’s not real Hen.” you said between tears “Someone who loves me, wouldn’t need me to explain all the ways his privilege consistently harms me. I wouldn’t have to ask him to donate to causes I’m passionate about, causes I’ve devoted my whole life to getting fundraising for. Someone who loves me would not make party conversation about how their black girlfriend has to sleep with a bonnet on.” He was silent,now. He stepped towards you, closing the void of misunderstanding.

“I'm sorry that I ever made you feel as though you aren’t the most important thing in the world to me.” He kissed your forehead, and then on the top of your head.

He whispered into your hair but, you could feel his voice reverberating through your curls.

“Can we not fight tonight ?” You exhaled, relaxing the weight of your body into his. You didn’t have to fight anymore because you heard his answer loud and clear. He didn’t want to fight because he couldn’t. He could not think of something important enough to cause him discomfort,couldn’t think of anything worth his unhappiness. He placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed him back slowly, making up your mind to give in to your emotions for one last time. A spark went through your body as you felt his hands trail their way over your curves. You tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and he quickly obliged,pulling it over his head. He lightly pushes you towards the bed and when he rolls ontop of you it feels more like a safety net than a sexual maneuver. Even as he undresses you, slowly, kissing over your body. He touches you so gently,assigning value to every square inch of your skin.Before long he’s looking into your eyes as he thrusts into you, rutting his way inside you of.Your breath hitches as you begin to synchronize your breathing with his, becoming one, breathing as one whole. He held the backs of your knees, pushing them up further into your chest.You cried out at the depth of the new angle and he smiled, moving a hand from the back of your knee to your neck, lightly applying pressure. You loved his hand around your throat, the way his veins looked, the muscles in his arm , all of it. And he knew that, he was pulling out all of his best moves tonight.

“You’re so bloody beautiful right now.so tight for me.” He murmured close, into your ear.

His dirty talk alone sent you over the edge but, the added view, from this angle of his body was everything a partner could want. He moaned as he pushed into you , the result of your walls tightening around him. Your spasms brought him over the edge,as he came into you.You latched your nails onto the skin of his back, clawing for safety in his embrace.

“I love you. I love you.”he said in between kisses as he came down from the high of physical contact. “I love you too.” you returned the words, because they were true and in that moment, nothing could have been more honest.He rolled over onto his back and you snuggled up next to him.

“I do love you” he whispers into your hair. The room is dark,aside from a sliver of light where the moon shone through the blinds. He slowly runs a hand over your hair and down your back.

“Then why haven’t I met your parents yet?” you sighed,turning your head upwards to face him.

The loudest silence of the night fell over the room, that was what made it real to him. He couldn’t deny it anymore. Even he knew, he had never invited you to visit his family, or even out to dinner when they were visiting in the states. You didn’t know if it was that he was embarrassed , or that he just didn’t know how to tell them. You weren’t even upset anymore, as much as you were resigned to the fact that you had to begin putting yourself first, to choose your needs first. And whether you wanted to admit it or not, if you were honest with yourself you knew he wasn’t the one. His brows furrowed and you could tell he was running through every possible response. His hand smoothed it’s way over your hair again and while you had resigned to the fact that it was over you couldn’t help but allow a piece of your heart to break as you saw his eyes become glassy.

Before long he was fast asleep above you. Henry would be leaving the show, for another movie gig in two weeks but, since the first rehearsal you hadn’t spent a day without Henry, or Kal for that matter. Sun peeked through the shades as you redressed yourself in the dark , you couldn’t be sure if this was something you wanted, or simply something you knew you had to do. You looked back at that beautiful apartment one more time,and then finally closed the door behind you. You recall the first time you entered the building, that day you had been instructed to bond as you step into the elevator. Watching the city below through the glass,a flicker of light catches your attention, then another and you realize it’s snowing. It had been a full year since the first time you had actually spoken to him. The doorman held the door for you,as you sparked your lighter. Touching the flame to the end of your cig as you stroll down the street.

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popopretty · 4 years

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Storm Bringer Spoilers (9)

I finally finished the translation of the last part in the epilogue where it is explained why Verlaine was still alive and how he became after that. Verlaine and Rimbaud’s relationship is just so sad :(

Please feel free to re-translate. Just be aware that I don’t speak English or Japanese as my native language so I may make a few mistakes here and there. Also, some meanings might be lost in indirect translation.

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Going back in time.

The Demonic Beast Guivre appeared in the wood. Adam blew himself up. Chuuya opened the “gate” and defeated Guivre.

Four minutes and thirty seconds after that.

The place was the site of the collapsed highway overpass. Crushed foundation materials, concrete, wires, steel frames, cylindrical forms and such were scattered and piled up like dead bodies.

On the top of that place, Verlaine was in the progress of vanishing.

He couldn’t bend the tips of his fingers. His breathing was shallow. His vision was so dark and hazy that he couldn’t even see the stars. Verlaine is nothing more than a sealed string of codes. When the singularity lifeform that acted as his main body disappeared, his heart was slowly stopping due to the life-sustaining energy being depleted.

Verlaine’s thoughts were just as shallow and slow as his breath. Even on the verge of being engulfed into the hollow of death, his heart didn’t flinch one bit, nor did it seek for anything.

So this is death, Verlaine thought in his disrupted consciousness. It is not such a big deal as I thought. No groaning in pain, no crying of regrets, no distraught with fear either. It is flat and thoroughly empty. In the first place, my life is not a life that has anything to regret at this point. It is a life that should not have been born from the beginning. I didn’t live in a way as to regret anything either.

It’s just that, I caused troubles to so many people. The French government, my assassination targets, Port Mafia, brother. In the end, I didn’t get anything, even with all of that. That only is like a stain my life’s trail, that I regret a little.

Well, whatever. As you can see, I will die soon so forgive me.

His fingers grew colder and eventually he didn’t even feel the cold anymore.

His heartbeat weakened. And after a brief spasm...

It stopped.

His heart.

A few tens of seconds passed.

Verlaine realized that he was still breathing. At the edge of his field of vision, he saw something red. He turned his eyes to that.

A crimson red cube was passing through his chest and surrounding his heart. That thing was making his heart move.

What the hell is this? Verlaine was confused. It was not because he did not know what the crimson cube was. He was confused because that was something he knew so well.

Why is it here?

“This is the first time I saw you in such a terrible state.”

How nostalgic was that voice.

Verlaine couldn’t believe his own ears. And when the person entered his sight, he started doubting his eyes too.

“No, no...”, Verlaine spoke in a whispering voice. “This can’t be happening. You can’t possibly appear here.”

“Exactly”, the person nodded. “However, showing up in the most unlikely places, at the most unlikely times, isn’t that what a spy is?”

That was Arthur Rimbaud.

A fuzzy outer jacket. A thick scarf around his neck. A pair of earmuffs made from rabbit hair on his head. Long, black hair and somewhat gloomy eyes.

He was the person who saved Verlaine from the lab, and his partner. And the person Verlaine betrayed.

The subspace created by the crimson cube was the sign of Rimbaud’s skill. All substances inside it can be manipulated at Rimbaud’s will.

“Paul, what have you learnt in the world of spies?” Rimbaud sounded surprised as he asked.

“That if you don’t throw away your feelings, you won’t be able to complete the missions, it taught me that much. But what are missions? And what are feelings? Is that to vent out all of my hatred towards human? Or is that to get a little brother? I rushed into this without knowing clearly which one was the mission, and this is the result. If I hadn’t told brother the way to stop Guivre, I would have been able to kill off all those hateful humans.”

“Ahh... I see, you are Rimbaud’s hallucination.” Verlaine said as if he was ridiculing himself. “You are the illusion that I see on the verge of death, the death reaper my guilts are showing me. Otherwise, there is no way Rimbaud who died one year ago would appear here.”

“I’m not a hallucination, neither a reaper. I am a ghost.” Rimbaud shook his head. “I have been waiting for you, in this country.”

Verlaine stared at the other silently, as if he was trying to understand what that existence over there actually was.

“No way, there can be no ghosts.” Verlaine finally shook his head. “Not because it’s unscientific. If you were a ghost and not an illusion, you would not be saving me like this. You would definitely curse me to death.”

“Why?”

“I betrayed you, and tried to kill you.” His cold voice echoed through the night.

Rimbaud didn’t say anything, he looked back at the collapsed Verlaine with calm eyes.

“What’s with those eyes? Be mad at me more, resent me more, punch me, kick me, strangle me, Rimbaud!”, Verlaine screamed, still lying on the ground. “I shot you from the back. That’s why that explosion happened. You were caught up in it and lost your memories, then died in this foreign country not even knowing who you were. If you are a ghost, then there is only one reason that you became one. That’s your grudge towards me, isn’t that right, Rimbaud!”

“It’s the opposite.”, Rimbaud shook his head. “I waited for you because... I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?” Verlaine frowned, not getting what he just heard.

“I wanted to help you. And I thought that I was helping.” Rimbaud leaned forward, holding his hand over Verlaine’s chest. “But what I actually gave you, was nothing more than the one-sided sympathy of a man who pretended that he understood. I can’t allow myself to just apologize. I have always been thinking about what I could give. And I finally got the answer on the verge of death. This is it.”

Under Rimbaud’s palm, the space cube grew bigger.

The thing that was at Verlaine’s chest earlier started to expand as if it wanted to shallow his whole body. Then it became huge enough to shallow both Verlaine and Rimbaud inside. That was the subspace created by Rimbaud’s skill. Inside it, Rimbaud is capable of doing anything. Except for bringing the dead back to life.

That exception seemed to be happening.

Verlaine noticed his own fingers twitching. They bent. It wasn’t an illusion. His eyes were also moving. His muddy vision gradually became clear.

“This is...”

Verlaine moved his arm. He twisted and raised his upper body up. He looked at his palm, at the back of his hand, squeezed it, then released it again. He felt his fingers being warmed up by the blood flowing in.

He tried to ask what was happening so he looked at Rimbaud who was there.

Rimbaud was not there.

He collapsed.

By Verlaine’s side.

“What is this?”, Verlaine asked in shock. “I see, you... you used your skill on yourself?”

“A method that I could use only once in life.” Rimbaud said with a faint smile on his face. “But it worked well.”

That was Arthur Rimbaud’s skill.

Transforming dead humans into a skilled lifeform, and using them freely inside the crimson subspace. The person who is turned will have the memories and physical capabilities of their past lives, they can even use skills. It is a skill worthy of a spy that is considered the most elite in Europe, the heresy of the heresies.

Rimbaud used that skill on himself.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I am already dead.” Rimbaud said weakly. “What is left here is just information. But even if it is like that, I feel good. Because I could leave this to you.”

Rimbaud’s body started to glow in red. The way it glowed was familiar to Verlaine.

A redshift. (*TN: A term referring to an increase in the wavelength, and corresponding decrease in the frequency and photon energy. In astronomy, it happened when an object is moving away from us. Good luck Googling.)

“Wait!” Verlaine who realized what was going on, reached out to the collapsed Rimbaud.

“Wait, Rimbaud. Don’t disappear!”

“Because you didn’t like my birthday present.” Rimbaud laughed apologetically.

“Just take this as a birthday present instead. Happy Birthday. I am happy you were born into this life.”

After that, the subspace contracted sharply, sucked into Verlaine’s heart and disappeared.

All that remained was the debris, and Verlaine, and the cool breeze of the night.

Verlaine walked two, three steps with the stunned look on his face. He looked around then sat down on the debris.

“Ha...hahaha.” He looked down and let out a dry laugh.

“Hey Rimbaud, you waited one year for me just to do this? For something like this?”

Verlaine knew, what Rimbaud had done.

To save him, Rimbaud had turned himself into a self-contradictory typed singularity.

Rimbaud, who had turned himself into a skill, used that skill again on his own self who was born as a result of that. Then he continued to apply that skill on his new self that was born. And by repeating this progress, he created a self-contradictory typed singularity. Then he gave that singularity to Verlaine, in place of the Demonic Beast Guivre.

Verlaine tried to stand up but he didn’t have enough strength and dropped his knees on the debris. He was weak. Perhaps, the singularity that Rimbaud created did not have an infinity output like the unlimited energy that the usual self-contradictory typed singularity emits. He could no longer use his inexhaustible gravitational skill like he did before.

But Verlaine didn’t find it particularly regrettable.

Because he was regretting the thing that he just lost that very moment more.

“Why, Rimbaud?” Verlaine looked up to the sky. “Why did you smile at the end? I betrayed you, and you died because of that, you know?”

He knew the answer. He just didn’t want to understand.

Rimbaud, the man who freed him from Faunus and gave him the freedom to live.

Rimbaud, the man who trained him and raised him into a spy, the person who got through all the dangerous missions with him.

Rimbaud, the man who shyly handed him his birthday present.

“Why did you smile?” Verlaine spoke with a trembling voice. “If you turn yourself into a skill, you are no longer human. You will be nothing more than a piece of surface information with a human’s memories and personalities. You knew that for sure. Still why did you wait for me? Why did you have to go that far for someone like me, when you didn’t even know if I would come or not?”

Verlaine finally came to his senses.

The reason why he let Chuuya know how to defeat the Demonic Beast Guivre at that time.

He hated humans. He thought that it would be okay if everyone died. Yet, he gave out the hint to destroy Guivre. That was because he didn’t think that everyone should die, equally.

There was only one exception.

One person worthy of affirming human beings.

“Sorry, Rimbaud.” Verlaine whispered behind his clenched teeth. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your friendship. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you when I received the birthday present. I am finally grieving the fact that you are not here anymore now...”

Verlaine said so with his trembling voice, as he sat still and looked up to the sky with his eyes closed.

He remained there for a long, long time, looking at the night sky.

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Time pours on everything equally.

Verlaine didn’t die. After surviving with the life he got from Rimbaud, he was confined in Port Mafia’s underground shelter. That was what Verlaine wished for. There was already no place for Verlaine in the outside world. He had lost most of his gravitational skill and the only place he could escape the long and big hands of Europe was the hideout deep underground.

Also, he had no interests in the outside world. There wasn’t anyone he wanted to kill, nor anyone he wanted to meet. Apart from Rimbaud.

And Rimbaud was no longer there.

At first, he just sat in the basement and spent all his time reading and writing poems. When he became bored with that, he started doing what Rimbaud used to do. Training the younger generation.

He hammered his assassination skills and knowledge into the Mafia’s elites in an underground training space. Gin, Izumi Kyouka, and many more.

Those mafias under his discipline all became top-class assassins in a short period of time.

Verlaine didn’t reveal his feelings to anyone. He never told his apprentices nor the Boss the reason why he kept desiring that crippling life underground.

When he was not training his apprentices, he just sat on his wicker chair, waiting for something. He never told anyone what he was waiting for. If he was asked persistently, he would just say “for the storm”. No-one knew what that storm was supposed to mean.

Six years later, Verlaine now has become an indispensable central figure in the Mafia, and risen to the position of one of Mafia’s five executives.

He is still sitting on his wicker chair, waiting for his storm even today.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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Our Girl

J2 x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

Summary: Jensen and Jared treat the reader to an exciting birthday.

Warnings: Smut (P in V, Anal sex, protected sex and unprotected sex, Oral Fem Receiving, fingering, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome.)

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a/n: Could be a teaser for a possible J2 Series, still in the brainstorming works.

a/n#2: Originally a Birthday Girl rewrite, but just so there’s no doubles on here, and not an attempt at a Re-entry on Jen’s SPN Tell me a Story Bingo.

She laid between Jared and Jensen as they slept through the night. She had snuggled against Jensen, laying her head on his chest while Jared snuggled in behind her.

As the sun began to rise over the horizon, and the world slowly waking up, she tossed onto her back, Jared being long awake.

Jensen woke up, admiring the beauty he woke up to. Brushing her hair from her face. She looked so peaceful as she slept.

He realized the day as he laid there. It was her birthday. She has turned 30 today. Originally, they didn’t plan on doing anything for her birthday, she didn’t ask for anything. But Jared and Jensen wanted to treat her to a day she won’t soon forget.

He laid a gentle kiss just below her jaw, traveling down her neck. Sucking at her pulse point. Drawing out a moan from her sleepy lips.

His hand hiked up her shirt, palming her breast, pinching the hardening bud between his fingers. He was slowly pulling her out of a deep slumber, feeling her squirm under his touch in her sleepy state.

His kisses traveled down her torso, up her thigh as he worked her panties off of her. Seeing a wet streak from her heat. Making him smirk.

His kisses got higher up her thighs to her soaking mound. And he placed a kiss on her sensitive clit. Her hips jerked up at the warmth his lips offered.

The covers were pulled off over his head, seeing her darkened eyes looking back at him.

He worked her legs over his shoulders as he made himself at home and went to work. Lapping his tongue over the sensitive bud.

She threw her head back with desire as a moan escaped her throat.

He pinned her hips when they jerked again wanting more friction. His lips locked on as his tongue worked around and around her clit, building her up.

“Fuck Jay,” she moans. Her hands running through his hair, holding him in place.

She felt his thick fingers enter her aching heat; her breath hitched in the back of her throat.

His finger rubbing against her g-spot ever so gingerly, driving her nuts.

“Oh lookie here.” Jared says entering their room.

Making a B line for their bed, his lips latching on to her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive spots. Driving her ever crazier.

She felt the heat in her belly grow, and grow with each lap of Jensen’s tongue, every thrust of his fingers, every suck of Jared’s kisses. Until it, snapped in a nuclear explosion of pleasure.

Her back arched off of the bed as she came on Jensen’s mouth. His fingers thrust slowly to a stop, and eventually once she calmed down, he pulled his mouth off of her mound, his beard soaked in her arousal.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He says with a dark smirk.

“I’m loving what you got planned so far.” She pants.

“I can think of something, because seeing you two like that, I gotten so hard, I want some of this.”

“Sam here.” Jensen says.

“Then why not come get it,” she says wiggling her hips.

They discard their clothes like they were on fire. And they weren’t joking at how hard they’ve gotten.

“Fuck me.” She groans at the sight of them.

“We plan on it baby.” Jared says.

She was sandwiched between the two giant Texans, Jared delivered a passionate, hungry kiss to her lips. Jensen behind her kissing the nap of her neck.

“How do you want us baby?” Jensen asked.

“I want Jared behind me, and you on top of me.”

“And do you want me in your ass, of do you think you can handle both of us in that tight little pussy of yours?” Jared asked.

“Oh god, so tempting. Let’s try both.” She smirks.

“One at a time baby.” Jensen says.

Jared hopped up to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube, Jensen taking his place on top of her, kissing her ever so passionately. Their tongues dancing across each other’s mouths. Sucking his lip, driving him crazy.

Jared settled behind her, his hands traveling down her shoulders to her back, then sliding between her cheeks. Her hips bucked into his hand; Jared smirked.

“Very impatient little birthday girl you are.” Jared says in her ear. Before kissing behind her ear, bringing her ear lobe between his teeth gently.

Pulling away slightly, he lubed up his fingers, prepping her tight hole.

The distraction was enough for Jensen to drive his cock balls deep into her core. Her jaw drops, letting a wanton moan escape from her throat.

And that distraction was enough for Jared to scissor his fingers in her hold, prepping her for him.

Pulling his fingers free, Jared slides on a condom before lubing up one more time and inches his way into her.

A low, pleasured moan escapes her lips into Jensen’s shoulder. Feeling her holes fill up with her two favorite men in her life.

“You love that feeling? Feeling how full you are of our cocks?” Jensen says lowly into her ear. Making her whine and grind her hips against them.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jensen adds.

“And I’ll even take that as, someone move.” Jared chuckles.

“Well lets not keep her waiting.” Jensen says as he pulls out before slamming back in. the sensation causing a yelp escape from her mouth.

Jared slightly pulling out, the head not even escaping from the opening, before slamming back in, his balls smacking against her.

And then they started a pace that had a rhythm when one pulls out someone thrusts in and rinse and repeat.

Y/N bounced up and down against Jared at the force of which they were delivering.

Her breathing was catching up as the coil in her abdomen built up in intensity. Each moan escaping with each breath.

“Sounds like she’s close again,” Jared growled.

“Lets give it to her.”

“God, I’m…” She moaned.

Her walls clamped down hard without warning around them, she could feel a warm, wet ooze spill inside her womb as Jensen’s thrust slow.

Her back arched off of Jared’s chest, the back of her head nuzzled in the crook of Jared’s neck as she came with a strangled wanton moan.

“Got one more left in you Stacks?”

“Damn right I do, lets see how stretched she can get.”

“Fuck me.” She pants.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get there.”

Jared slowly pulled out, he smiled proud at how stretched open she was from him.

Jensen stilled inside her as Jared guided his still hard cock to her soaking heat.

“Focus on me sweetheart, he’s gonna go slow. Just holler if you can’t take it.”

She nods against Jared. Jensen held her close giving Jared enough room to maneuver close to her so he could inch his way in.

She could feel her walls stretch to accommodate not only Jensen but now Jared, as he inched his way further in, until he was balls deep.

“What a trooper.” Jensen congratulated, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Oh god, someone start moving.” She moans.

They moved at the same time, nearly pulling out before thrusting back in.

“Oh god!” she moans.

Their pace starts slow as they worked her back up with each, full, thrust.

Her heart spiked into her throat as her coil slowly built up, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Their paced quickened as they felt their end coming to a head.

“Oh, guys,” she moans. Her legs quivering and shaking as her orgasm draws near.

“Almost,” Jensen growls.

“There,” Jared adds, as his hips buckled against her, the used condom filling up with more of his seed.

Jensen’s hips buckled and spasmed not long after Jared, spilling more into her as her walls clamped shut around them nearly milking them dry, as she came with a scream, their names on her tongue.

She saw pure white, heated pleasure as they worked her through her high. Getting them through their own.

She woke up, to Jensen and Jared passed out, sandwiching her between them. She noticed a certain glow on them as they slept, they noticed the same glow before sleep to them.

She snuggled more into them as best as she could, feeling their release slowly oozing out of her as she adjusted herself. Smiling, content with what she did with her two loves of her life.

A birthday present she will never forget, but she does have to think of something for them.

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Step three

Back with another spicy part while I wait for more tasty tasty asks! This one includes consent! Look at Illumi go!

cw: nsfw, possessiveness, mentions of murder, that’s about it honestly

Previous part: here

First part: here

Illumi enjoyed his new relationship, but he was also somewhat confused by it. He was never taught much about 'dating', marriage was about the only romantic dynamic he knew of in detail, but after 5 or so outings together with you, his mother had informed him that you two were officially a couple. However, when the dark haired assassin had assured her he'd be swift in getting a wedding band for you, she'd put a halt to his plans, "Now now Illumi dear, you can't just jump to marriage with this girl." she'd chided gently, "She's shy, you'll overwhelm her with talk of marriage so soon. You still have wooing to do, so start out slow, 'boyfriend and girlfriend' status for now." The thought made the man grimace, "Mother, I can further court her when she's my fiancee," His mother huffed at his stubborn tone, "Dear, the titles of 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' are basically the same as fiance. The only difference is referring to this girl as your girlfriend will spook her less than calling her your wife. Trust me on this, your father was not the first man to date m-" He hung up on her before she could finish that thought. Nonetheless, he took her advice and refrained from calling you his fiancee, for now, though that's what you were to him in his mind. He'd confirmed his status on your next outing together, and it was reassuring for him to see how you turned pink at his inquiry and stuttered out your acceptance, it solidified the fact that you wouldn't be a wife he needed to worry about too much. However, this progression brought a new level of reluctance to leave you, to let Milluki watch you while he was on jobs. He very much wanted to just scoop you up now and take you to the safety of his family home, but Kikyo shot the idea down again, forcing him to 'take things slow' and 'ease (y/n) into things' . This issue was, of course, never a problem at work though. While it did bother him like a needle pressed too deeply into his shirt, he was a perfect professional, and didn't let his musings over what to do about you turn his work sloppy. If anything, his desire to return to you as soon as possible made him seek out more efficient methods of disposing of his targets, which permitted him some free time to pick off the meager few friends you had on his way back to his secondary home. That sort of detour is what earned him his current position. He'd returned home from a rather textbook assassination that had been simple to do and spared him a day or two to hunt down and kill your final remaining friend to you once again miserable. "W-we're dating, right?" you'd asked, your voice shakey with anguish despite the (favorite flower) Illumi was standing on your porch offering to you. He nodded, hiding his disdain at the word behind a mask of his usual unchanging expression, "Than...do you mind staying the night with me? I've now l-lost all of mm-my friends and I've been so lonely..." you explained, physically shaking from the strain of fighting back tears. Illumi adored seeing you so isolated and alone, it was adorable in a dark way, and it meant he could finally be your only source of substantial human contact. You'd finally depend on him severely. Of course Illumi agreed to your demand, so the two of you spent the day together, and when evening fell, you snuggled into his side, squishing your form to him as if that would push out more of the attention you so craved. It was honestly hard for him not to smile in the dark living room while you watched a movie and clung to him while he played with your (h/l), (h/c) hair, you were just too cute when you were so needy for him. Just like she was the night I'd moved in. he thought, but than had to force himself not to recall the night you'd slept on the couch in nothing but your panties and a shirt, begging for him to claim you with the way you laid on your back, shirt pushed up just enough to preview a hint of your (r/c) panties. Now was not the time to rile himself up. He might not have much self-restraint. Luckily, he had the discipline to focus on something else aside from that night, and he found he rather enjoyed having you nestled beneath his arm, your own (s/c) arm draped loosely across his chest and, after a while, your leg thrown over his lap. The simple physical contact made Illumi burn with an addictive, yet not lustful, warmth. He couldn't place the feeling, but it made the ebony haired assassin tighten his grip on your dozing form. If he wasn't certain of your destiny as his wife, he was now. After that night, he admittedly lingered a tad. He came over quite a bit under the guise of checking on you while you were so vulnerable, but it seemed he wasn't as skilled at hiding such an unknown emotion. "Illumi?" you hummed one night when he was over, laying between your legs with his head on your chest while you lounged on the couch with a tv show on as a way to keep you from being awkward in the silence, "Yes, (y/n)?" he responded, moving to look up at you while you threaded your fingers through his silky black hair, "I do enjoy you coming over and spending time with me, but you do realize you can just come over to hang out sometimes, right?" you asked, smiling slightly. "Ah, I don't want to seem overbearing," he said, lying slightly, not wanting to try and explain this addiction to your soft, affectionate touches and cuddles. You giggled, blushing a bit as you spoke again, "Well, I-I don't mind you being over, so as long as you ask first, I don't see how you'd be overbearing." you assured. Illumi hummed in response, looking at you curiously for a moment before he resituated himself so that he was propped up on his elbows, your face darkening in response to the shift causing his hips to be pressed more against yours, to look down at you. For a moment the two of you looked at one another, than he lowered his head and kissed you. He felt you tense in response, so he pulled away slightly, far enough to break the kiss, but close enough so that his warm breath gently fanned over your (s/c) face. However, you didn't complain, instead giggling and turning a darker shade of pink, so after a short moment, he pressed his lips to yours again in a quick kiss, pausing for a shorter time before doing it again. Much to his delight, you began kissing back. With that encouragement, he held the next kiss, leading you into a short make out session. After he pulled away again, you giggled again, your face now pretty red, which gave Illumi a spark of smug satisfaction, I'm the only man you'll be this vulnerable for. He mentally told you, but he refrained from verbalizing the thought at this moment. He could potentially get consent for sex, he couldn't risk it for his controlling urges. "Um, 'lumi?" you asked, your voice a quiet, slightly breathy whisper, drawing the man out of his possessive thoughts and back to the moment, "d-do you think we could, I dunno, um, s-see how far this goes?" you asked, your (e/c) eyes now refusing to meet his, but this time it wasn't because of how empty they were, but because of your flustered nerves. "Only if you want to," he assured, "though, you should know that I have a habit to get a bit rough," he warned, more to see how you'd react. Judging from your embarrassed silence, you weren't opposed to that. Such a good girl, (y/n) He thought before going in for another kiss, moving one hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him possessively. You squeaked, but only wrapped your arms around his neck, wiggling your hips testingly against the growing bulge in his pants, mewling when he mindlessly rutted against you. After that, things swiftly got more heated. He snuck a hand up your shirt as he moved his mouth down to your neck, no longer hesitating to leave a trail of rather rough love-bites down to your collar bone. He relished the little noises each nip and bite brought, even if they were more pained than pleasurable whimpers, as he tugged your top off and let you tentatively remove your bra, willingly revealing the soft breasts he'd memorized the night he'd laid his claim on you. Something about you shyly removing your clothes made his dick throb more. He was rather eager to nibble and suck at the tender (s/c) skin until you were writhing and whining more, your noises encouraging his touches, especially when he snaked a hand between your bodies to press against your clit and you gasped, pressing your hips into his hand hungrily. With that, he tugged your bottoms off, getting up to shed his own pants but returning to station himself back between your legs before you could sit up. He pushed you back down onto the couch and kissed you again, this time more forceful in the way he claimed your mouth and ate the needy moans you gave in response. The way you clawed into his shirt and did your best to grind against his cock to achieve any friction you could woke that primal emotion he always failed to repress, threatening to drive him crazy. "(y/n)," he breathed, not outwardly showing just how badly a possessive, neglected desire was burning him from the inside out beyond his stiff member and the tight grip he had on your thighs, "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, his urges mixing with his lust strong enough for him to realize the likelihood of him potentially crossing a line. With your shy nod, he positioned himself correctly and pushed into you. He hummed along with your slightly shocked moan at the feeling of his throbbing member pressing into the delicious warmth of your welcoming cunt until he was buried up to his hilt. "I-Illumi!" you breathed, gripping his shirt desperately while your walls twitched and spasmed around him as you adjusted to the intrusion. He grunted and kissed you as he began moving, slowly at first, but it didn't take long for the pleasure to drive him to pushing your thighs up to your chest and speeding up until the only sounds he heard in the room was the slew of lascivious noises you made and the slapping of skin upon skin. The new position made you moan more, slurring out his name, drunk on the delectable sensations after only a short while, when you orgasmed and your walls tightened around the assassin. However, he didn't stop to give you a break, only letting one of your legs go to move his hand to your hip, keeping you in place as he now plowed into you, driven by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that rolled through him. Outwardly, he didn't seem terribly phased, making few noises, but if the rough pace didn't reveal his feelings, the burning urge to make you scream his name was a big piece of evidence. "Tell me who you belong to," he ordered, his voice firm and steady as always, despite how he was skillfully thrusting into you to make your (e/c) eyes roll into the back of your head. "Say it" he repeated, gripping your hip so hard it'd bruise again until you managed, "y-yours! I'm yours!" you whined, clawing into the couch since you could no longer reach his shoulders, "Again," he ordered, making sure to hit your g-spot so that you once again arched your back and moaned his name loudly, "I'm yours! I-I'm all yours Illumi!" you gasped out, beginning to whine and whimper from the creeping pain of overstimulation, though luckily for you, the sound of you saying you belonged to him was the push the assassin needed. He locked his hips against yours, ensuring he was as deep as he could be before shooting ropes of cum into you with a groan. As he came down from his euphoria high, he realized he still held onto your thigh and hip so hard that your thigh at least was beginning to bleed under his nails. You, however, didn't seem to mind or notice. He could see that your (e/c) eyes were already beginning to drift shut, your brain more than likely fried from your own repeated orgasm. It wasn't a new sight to him, but he savored it and the thought that he was the only one who would give you such ecstasy from now on. Once he could regain his composure, the little he lost, the man was careful as he moved you to lay on him, his dick still nestled snugly inside you, ensuring none of his potent seed slipped out while the two of you dozed off to the sounds of the forgotten TV.

#Illumi #yandere illumi #x reader #yandere #Yandere Illumi x reader #hxh #hunter x hunter #not sfw #part 8 #fanfiction #quotev

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honeyhan-123 · 4 years

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The Price of Treason

Summary: Your betrothed is accused of stealing from the palace and so you help him escape, only to be caught red handed by His Royal Highness, Prince Loki.

Warnings: Dub-con/non-con, exhibitionism, sensory deprivation, authority kink, Dark!Loki being a sneke.

Word Count: 2.1k

AN: A few weeks ago the incredible @darkficsyouneveraskedfor gave me a prompt of fucking on a balcony and being blindfolded for a writing game she was hosting. Knowing my procrastination skills, I have only just gotten around to it. Whoops. Please forgive me Roo. Also I would like to submit this to the April writing challenge by the amazing people @mcudarklibrary without whom I don’t know what I would do with myself.

Squares Filled: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism + Sensory Deprivation

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Your sweaty hand gripped Sigyn’s as you scurried through the quiet halls, your servant’s gown brushing along the tiled floor with every step. Moonlight spilled in through the windows and the breeze of fresh air ruffled your braid. You were so close. You just had to get him out of the castle and then he would be safe.

Your breaths were ragged as you ran and the stitch in your side stung with every step but you had to keep going. This was your only chance. Tomorrow Sigyn would be executed by order of the prince. You knew your betrothed was innocent, you knew it was not he who had stolen from the kitchens, yet the prince did not believe you.

You thundered down the stone staircase onto the ground floor, pulling your betrothed along behind you. Up ahead you could see the open archway, the one that led out to the lake. From there you had arranged for him to board a ferry which would take him far away from this awful place. It would also take him far away from you but it would be worth it to know he was alive.

You nearly tumbled to the ground as your feet suddenly stopped pounding across the stone floor. Where there had been nothing but the open night sky before, the archway was now blocked. Someone was standing in your way even though you couldn’t see their face, you knew exactly who it was.

‘Going somewhere?’ His voice was cold and malicious just as it had been when he had sentenced Sigyn to death. You knew the penalty for treason was also death and so with a shaking hand, you slipped the dagger from your belt. You had nothing left to lose after all.

‘Let us pass Prince Loki.’

He let out a merciless chuckle, a sinister smile taking over, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. ‘Look at that. The servant girl thinks she can order me around. Me. The Prince of Asgard.’ You dropped Sigyn’s hand as you neared the prince. You knew you had no chance of beating him in battle, but you had to at least try. Plus, this way your deaths would hopefully be swift.

‘Drop the weapon girl.’

You shook your head, trying to fend off tears. ‘No.’ Your voice shook slightly and you hoped he didn’t notice.

‘I’m not going to ask again. Drop the weapon. Now.’ Again you refused and faster than a snake can strike, he lunged, twisting your arm around. Your dagger fell to the floor with a ping and he held his own against your throat.

‘You do know the punishment for treason don’t you?’ His breath was hot in your ear and his lips brushed against your skin as he spoke. You shakily nodded your head, your eyes locking with Sigyn’s. Fear was clearly evident on both your faces. ‘You should be thankful that I’m feeling generous tonight.’

‘Guards!’ He called out and two soldiers clad in the golden armour of the royal family rounded the corner. ‘Take the escapee back to his quarters. I’ll deal with the servant.’

‘No! Sigyn!’ You screamed and thrashed in Loki’s arms as the guards forced your betrothed back down the path you had just taken.

‘Might I remind you that I have a dagger at your throat? You don’t want to make me mad right now girl.’ Your movements ceased as he hissed into your ear. He was right. You definitely couldn’t help Sigyn in if you were dead.

‘Now, if I take away my dagger, will you behave?’ You knew better than to try anything, he had already shown you just how fast he was so you nodded. ‘Speak up girl.’

‘Yes Your Royal Highness. I will behave.’

‘That’s a good girl.’ He slipped the dagger from your neck and back into its sheath on his belt. His arm remained curled around your waist as he began leading you down the passageway.

The twists and turns he took confused you. He wasn’t leading you to the cells down in the basement, nor was he leading you to the tower where Sigyn had been kept. Instead, he led you to his chambers.

Dread surged through you as you realised his intentions but you dared not try and run away. He would no doubt capture you just as easily again.

He pushed the large oak door open and pulled you through his reception parlour and into his bed chamber. You had been here before, cleaning the prince’s rooms was a part of your duties but you had never been here so late, or with him. The room looked far more ominous in the candlelight, each shadow looking more sinister than the last. You shivered as he led you past the bed and out onto the terrace balcony. You paled as you looked down at the drop. It was easily fifty meters to the ground.

‘It’s such a beautiful sight isn’t it?’ He looked at you, quirking an eyebrow, and you tried to force a smile but he clearly saw through it. ‘You don’t agree?’

‘No Your Royal Highness. It’s very beautiful. It's just heights that I just don’t agree with.’

‘Oh, that’s a pity.’ He sounded anything but sorry as he pulled a thin piece of emerald silk from his pockets. ‘Perhaps this might make it easier.’ You tried to push back but he captured you between the glass door and his body. His hands made swift work of the blindfold and even swifter work of your woollen dress.

‘Your Highness, what are you doing?’ You squeaked trying to pry the material from your eyes but his hands caught your wrists and he pinned them above your head.

‘Don’t act coy girl. You know why I brought you here instead of the dungeons. Please me and I might just forget your little indiscretion.’ You shuddered in his arms and you felt his thin nimble fingers creep underneath your shift and slip your underwear to the side.

You let out a heavy breath as his fingertips found your pearl, circling it a few times and sending a shiver up your spine. Against your wishes, you could feel yourself start to get wet and he took that as he cue to slip a finger inside your warm heat.

His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck as he worked, causing goosebumps to spring up on your delicate skin. His fingers scissored inside you, curling this way and that as he searched. For what, you were unsure but you knew the moment he found it. You unwillingly let out a moan as he continued to stroke you there and he smiled against your neck.

‘Yes my little dove. Scream for me, scream for your Prince. Perhaps your betrothed will be able to hear you locked away in his tower.’ You tried to move away from him but it was fruitless. Instead his thumb swirling your clit and his fingers inside made you want to be closer to him.

You were disgusted by the fire igniting inside and although you tried, you could not stop the moans he plucked from you. ‘You’re close aren’t you my little dove?’ You didn’t know quite what he meant but you assumed he was referring to the anticipation building in your veins.

‘Yes my Prince.’ Your voice was a little too breathless as you responded. Your body betraying both your mind and Sigyn.

‘Mmm… My Prince, I like that.’ He murmured against your skin, musing mainly to himself. Soon, the feeling of tightness in your belly disappeared and you spasmed in his hold, letting out a shriek of his name as wave after wave of pleasure took ahold of you. Despite your maidenhood, you knew what had just happened. The other female servants spoke very liberally about such matters, you just hadn’t expected it to feel quite so good.

His fingers disappeared from your womanhood and he trailed them down your thigh, wiping them clean on your skin. You were too dazed to do anything as his grip on your wrists disappeared, and when he stepped away, your knees nearly buckled underneath you. He ushered your trembling form a few paces forwards and pressed your hands against smooth marble as he bent you. ‘Trust me my little dove. You’re going to want to brace yourself for this.’

You barely had time to register his words before you felt your shift being pushed up past your hips and your underwear discarded. You tried to move away from him but his grip on your hips was like iron, pinning your ass against the bulge in his breeches.

‘No my Prince. Please no.’ You tried to squirm once more and let out a gasp as you felt a sting on your ass.

‘Need I remind you that you are not in a position to be giving orders girl?’

‘Forgive me my Prince I apologise.’ You forced the words out past your fear. ‘But I am a maiden. I am saving myself for my betrothed.’

He laughed derisively as he echoed you. ‘Oh my little dove, so naive, so innocent. Your betrothed will die tomorrow and I will have you tonight and every night from now on. Do you think it was an accident that the stolen goods ended up in his quarters? Or that I just happened to be out in the courtyard tonight? You are mine and any man who thinks otherwise, has to go. He had to go.’

Your heart thundered in your ears and shame washed over you. You had known deep down that it had been too easy to rescue Sigyn. This had been his plot all along. Catching you red handed trying to save your fiancé was all he needed to own you.

You felt his fingers deftly undo the laces of his breeches and his length slapped against you lightly. He poked it along your folds until he found your entrance and sheathed himself inside you. A hiss escaped your lips as he stretched you. The burn, while not as bad as some of the other maids had made you believe, was still painful even as he remained motionless, waiting for you to become accustomed to him.

Slowly and with more gentleness than you had ever seen the Prince demonstrate, he started grinding his hips down onto you as he murmured. ‘Oh my little dove, you fit me like a glove.’ He laughed at himself but kept his movements small, almost teasing. It was only when you tried to rock your own hips back against his that his pace increased.

As he started pounding into your cunt you understood what he had meant by needing to brace yourself. His thrusts jolted your body so much that you felt as though you were hanging off of the balcony. You were thankful for the blindfold, it made sure you couldn’t see the fatal height at which he held you but it also put you on edge. You couldn’t see anything and you knew better than to trust the god of mischief.

His pace increased even further and his hand slipped in between your legs to play with your aching clit. You could no longer hold in your moans of pleasure and they tumbled from your lips out into the open air, echoing around the castle grounds.

‘You’re doing so well my little dove. You take my cock so well. You squeeze me so tightly.’ His dirty words only inspired the tightening of the coil inside you and your hands threatened to slip on the marble as you approached the edge. ‘Tell me little dove, tell me who is making you feel this good.’

‘You are my Prince.’ You struggled to breathe as he hummed in appreciation.

‘Say it louder little dove. I want all of Asgard to be able to hear you.’

‘You are My Prince!’

‘And who owns this body.’

‘You do Prince Loki.’

‘That’s right. So be a good girl and cum for me, now.’ Your body obeyed his command and your walls fluttered around him. A wave of pleasure even greater than the first washed over you and you screamed out into the night. Even in your haze you could feel him suddenly pull out from you, his cum spurting out onto your ass. He gave it one last slap and pulled your body up against his own as he took off your blindfold.

Even in the darkness you could see Sigyn’s outline against the tiny window of the Tower opposite you as Loki captured your lips with his own.

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Zodiac Signs and Body Parts

Aries: Rules the head, the throat, the brain, and the eyes. Aries are known to have sensitive heads, meaning they’re prone to getting headaches, migraines, as well as eye issues as well (could wear glasses.) Their bold personas may lead them to suffer from a lot of mental stressors.

Taurus: Rules the throat and neck. This also includes the thyroid glands and vocal chords. Taurus placements are known to suffer from sore throats often as well as some thyroid issues (underactive or overactive thyroid.) Taurus placements are also good at singing for the most part.

Gemini: Rules the arms, lungs hands, and the nervous system. Geminis are known to talk with their hands, they also tend to think out loud. Geminis are also really good at writing and telling stories on paper, not to mention they love to take notes and jot things down in their notebooks. Geminis also tend to worry a lot so they attempt to keep themselves busy, much like Capricorns. The excess worrying can lead to breathing problems and anxiety attacks.

Cancer: Rules the chest, brain, and stomach. Cancers are very motherly, nurturing, and family oriented, as well as sensitive and intuitive. This sign rules over the home and the family. Many cancers suffer from indigestion and may struggle with their weight as well. Speaking of which, cancers tend to be on the “heavier” side. They also tend to have larger breasts and pectoral muscles.

Leo: Rules the heart, spine, spinal columns, and upper back. Leos are the sign of the lion and tend to be bold and love the attention/spotlight. Their posture tends to affect their spine, whether that be because they slouch too much or they peck their chests out way too much. Leo’s also tend to be stronger physically and mentally. In some cases, Leos can suffer from heart disease and scoliosis.

Virgo: Rules the digestive system, intestines, and spleen. Virgos are known to be cautious and peculiar, especially with what they put in their body... let’s just say that they tend to be hypochondriacs. They struggle with removing excess waste, whether that be mentally or physically. Virgos tend to have digestive issues such as constipation, ibs, excess gas, etc. They also have very strong intuition, much like water signs. Their anxiety can cause them digestive issues, basically their anxiety manifests in the stomach.

Libra: Rules the kidney, shin, lower back, and buttocks. They do say Libra’s have nice booties... anyways. Libra’s have such an array of body parts due to the fact that they do represent the scale. It’s all about balance. Libra’s have a strong desire for balance and all the body parts play a major part in that desire for it. Libra’s are likely to stress about the body parts being out of balance which can cause more aches and pain. Libras are known to have good/perfect posture and clear skin.

Scorpio: Rules the reproductive system and sexual organs. Scorpios are pretty sexual, it’s actually not some made up stereotype. Scorpio placements are likely to suffer from chronic UTI’s, yeast infections, and bacterial infections. This is due to how sensitive Scorpios are “down there.” These individuals are also very clean and take hygiene seriously, especially with their private areas you could say. Scorpios also tend to have a higher sex drive than most of the signs. (Mars and Venus especially)

Sagittarius: Rules the hips, thighs, and the liver. Have you ever heard that sagittarians look like horses? I mean this could be true because of their legs and hips. Those features tend to stand out and is easily one of the best aspects of a sagittarian. Sagittarians can suffer with hip problems. This could mean joint pain as well. They may also have liver problems due to drinking and partying. Sagittarians tend to have long legs as well.

Capricorn: Rules the joints and the skeletal system. I refer to Capricorns as “old souls” because they remind me of old people... in a cute way. Capricorns may suffer from arthritis or have arthritis like symptoms. They tend to carry stressors, not only their own but others. This stress can manifest as back pain as well as knee pain. Capricorns tend to have nice teeth and jawlines as well, they might even have longer chins.

Aquarius: Rules the ankles and the circulatory system. Sometimes aquarian’s bodies can’t keep up with their minds... aquarians really do talk to themselves in their head 24/7. Aquarians seem to have trouble grounding do to the fact that they are on earth (their feet) but their head makes it seem like they’re in space. I mean, they are known as the aliens of the zodiac, right? They may have shin, calf spasms as well as pull a Charlie horse every now and then.

Pisces: Rules the feet and the lymphatic system. Think of Pisces as an sponge,,, they absorb everything. Energy, emotions, the problems of other people, etc. This can affect their immune system due to the excess worry and stress. They are also very sensitive to harmful substances and may have a lot of allergies. Sometimes Pisces are referred to as bubbles. They might also have a bit of a foot fetish. Pisces placements also seem to trip a lot, it’s almost like their feet can’t work sometimes.

Disclaimer: I am not a medical expert so if you do have these issues and they seem severe, please see a healthcare professional! These are just my notes!

Sources: https://www.elitedaily.com/p/each-zodiac-sign-has-a-body-part-that-goes-with-their-sign-this-is-yours-8693442

https://www.liveabout.com/zodiac-and-the-body-p2-207100

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advancerheumatology · 3 years

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Ankylosing Spondylitis - The Complications

Ankylosing spondylosis is the most common form of degenerative eye disease affecting people of all ages. Ankylosing spondylosis commonly affects older men more so than women. Signs and symptoms often start in late adulthood. Inflammation can also occur in other areas of your body, particularly the eyes. There's no actual cure for ankylosing spondylitis; however, several treatments can at least slow the progress of this disease and at least alleviate your symptoms.

Eye inflammation can occur with many different types of diseases can produce different symptoms or signs. In ankylosing spondylitis the symptoms consist of inflammation in the aortic and tunic (tunica vaginalis) cartilages. Tendonitis is another name for eye inflammation and the most common sign is a redness or swelling in the eye, followed by pain and/or pressure.

Another name for this painful disease is Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS) and it's usually caused by osteoarthritis, which is a disorder of the joints. Often the cartilage in the spine becomes thin. This usually happens in the neck and back and can cause stiffness and/or a clicking sensation in the spine. Usually this type of pain is felt in the area between the neck and the shoulder blades and can be intermittent in nature. The cause of the pain and spasm in the spine is not known.

When a doctor diagnoses a patient with ankylosing spondylitis they will typically ask questions regarding their lifestyle, symptoms, medical history and possible underlying diseases. A physician will perform a physical exam and note down the findings. Often times other symptoms can be present and will be brought up during the consultation and a more thorough examination of the patient will be done.

Ankylosing spondylosis can be treated in a number of ways. Treatment varies from person to person depending on the severity of the disease, duration of symptoms, and the risk factors associated with the illness. Common treatments include hot and cold packs, physical therapy, exercise, anti inflammatory medications and surgery. The duration or persistence of pain and other associated symptoms are often the determining factor in how severe a case of ankylosing spondylitis is. Hot and cold treatments can be very beneficial. Exercise can help alleviate some of the pain and swelling of the joints.

There are some risk factors that make people more likely to develop and become more advanced in their ankylosing spondylitis. These include having a family history of arthritis in the spine, obesity, high blood pressure, a previous CVA or vertebral column compression, or having a previous head injury. Risk factors for becoming more advanced in the disease also include having a previous infection or inflammation around the affected joint. Patients with a weak immune system are at a higher risk for developing this disease. This includes HIV patients undergoing chemotherapy.

Many people suffering from ankylosing spondylitis experience severe pain on a daily basis. This pain is usually described as a dull ache or stiffness. This can range from mild to severe pain and can be constantly felt in one or both legs. People who experience severe pain are usually advised by their physicians to not ignore it and seek immediate treatment. The sooner you seek treatment, the better chance you have of reducing the effects of the disease and getting back to your normal life sooner rather than later.

One of the complications that can be caused by this disease is spinal fractures. People who have had their Spinal Decisions surgery are at a higher risk for this complication. Spinal fractures refers to when the vertebra breaks off and becomes lodged in another area of the vertebra. This often occurs after someone has suffered a severe back injury. Other complications can include muscle weakness and numbness and tingling in the arms and legs, low bone density and low energy. If you have been diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis and have been prescribed medication to take such as Aspirin or Ultram for pain relief, then be sure to inform your physician about any other medications you are taking including herbal treatments and vitamins.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Unbreak my heart, pt. 1/2 (G.D.)

Summary: One fight the night before their wedding ends in tragedy when Y/N steps into oncoming traffic and is hit by a speeding car. She survives, leaving her with a rather big gap in her memory that includes the entire time she’s spent with Grayson. While he’s hoping her memories come back, Y/N isn’t quite as keen on being with a man she sees as a stranger while she struggles to reconnect her past with her present.

Based on the movie The Vow

Warnings: blood, ANGST, talk of death, fluff, sexual references, swearing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 9000

Part 2

“I wish we never met.” The words left his lips so effortlessly, so much that they knocked the very breath from her lungs. She never thought he felt like that, especially after everything they’ve been through. Y/N truly believed Grayson loved her and to hear those words felt like knives to her heart, despite what she had just told him, despite this fight they’ve started.

His eyes widen once his spoken words resonated in his mind, lips parting right after. But he knew it was too late by the bitterly hurt look in her eyes; the same eyes he could never get out of his dreams.

Y/N shook her head at him, swallowing tears with a wince escaping her as if he had physically brought her pain with what he had said. She takes a step back, her body trembling, her heart shaking violently inside her chest, numb to the world and her surroundings...completely unaware she stepped off the sidewalk.

“Y/N, wait!” Grayson noticed that step too far, reaching out to grab her and pull her by his side, wanting talk to her about things he said he truly meant and things he never, ever meant; especially things he never meant in his heart or mind.

But he was too late.

His hand didn’t reach her in time as a car knocked her over and into the windshield and the sound of shattered glass echoed in the half-empty street. Her body rolled over the top, falling with a sickening crack on the road, blood splashing on his face in the process; her blood. The warm droplets had made his mind stop working, the scene before him unwinding in slow motion as the horror sets in.

The sound of her body breaking disintegrating his very soul as his legs bring him toward her motionless figure on instinct.

His hands tremble, his throat choked up. He couldn’t even call out her name from shock, desperate to feel her pulse. That quick, barely palpable pulse on her wrist had given him a splinter of hope, some sort of rope to keep himself afloat.

Grayson fumbles with his own fingers, his vision turning blurry and his focus erratic. It’s as if every time he blinks, he only sees bits and pieces; the blood pooling from her head onto the fresh snow – white being more crimson with each passing second, her unnaturally bent elbow visible through the sweater his mother bought her as her coat remained inside the restaurant they were dining at minutes ago, the large piece of glass stuck in her left thigh, her right hand’s fingers moving in a spasm.

He doesn’t even know how or when, but the next time he blinks, the very fingers that moved in a shock pattern are now intertwined with a different set of fingers - big, beefy ones and with a large ring on the index finger, his fingers he realizes. He’s holding her hand now.

Sounds around him are muffled, his heartbeat and faint screaming being the only thing he hears. The screaming just won’t stop, bringing about a sense of anger and irritation that bubbles to the surface until Grayson is finally able to engage with the world.

He looks around with his bewildered eyes, trying to pinpoint the source, but everyone’s standing in silence, awaiting the ambulance. His throat begins to hurts, turning scratchy and raw. That’s when he realizes the truth - he’s the one that’s been screaming all along.

Closing his eyes, Grayson wishes nothing more than to black out. To trade places with her would be his greatest wish come true. If he could make a deal with God and get him to swap their places, he’d do it in a heartbeat. But his silent prayer goes unanswered as he’s been yanked backward by his shoulders.

Snapping his eyes open, it’s like the world is back into focus and the sounds are deafening, the flashing lights blinding him.

“Step aside sir! We can’t help her if you don’t let go!” A voice of reason forces Grayson to focus, realizing it’s the paramedics that are pulling him away from her, trying to take care of her.

Against the wishes of every cell in his body, every damn atom and molecule, Grayson’s hand opens and his fingers untangle themselves from hers. Her hand remains on the wet concrete, alone and no longer twitching. It’s as if she too had let go and it makes his legs weak, cracking under the pressure of his weight - both physical and the one that’s on his heart, growing by the minute.

“SIR! Were you injured as well?” The paramedic rushes to Grayson, shining a bright light in his eyes as Grayson shakes his head meekly.

“She’s the love of my life. I…I…I can’t...” Grayson’s words are moving, but not what puts him as a priority next to Y/N and the driver who stumbled out of his car to get some help too.

“He’s in shock.” The paramedic turns to the pair working on Y/N, joining them to make it faster.

“Take him with us.” One of them orders as they move Y/N to the gurney in one swift, well-coordinated move.

They strap her body in and move her into the ambulance before the paramedic returns and grabs onto Grayson’s elbow, helping him to his feet. Moving quickly, Grayson is all but pushed into the vehicle and into the seat beside Y/N. He can barely look at the damage done to her once perfect body. She always fought him on that opinion, but he never budged. Now her skin is tainted with blood and dirt, cracked open with tubes and wires and bandages covering more skin than Grayson believed she had. Her beautiful neck is hidden with a neck brace, no longer his to kiss or touch.

“Do you know if she has any allergies?” They ask him, snapping him back to reality once more.

“Ibuprofen. It gives her a rash.” Grayson responds, looking back at the hand that twitched before and the diamond ring that still remained on her finger. She wasn’t a big fan of diamonds, but Grayson always thought an engagement ring should be a diamond. She liked flowers, so he made sure it was a flower-themed ring and the surrounding jewels weren’t those hateful diamonds but sapphire.

“Any chance she could be pregnant?” The question itself makes Grayson stiffen and the ever-growing lump in his throat closes his airway for a split second.

“No.” His answer is unwavering, confident and without a doubt. After all, it’s a part of the reason they fought.

“Any medication she’s currently using?” Grayson shakes his head, looking to his hand only to see it tainted with the blood of the one he holds closest to his heart. His hand is so cold without hers to keep, shaking like they too are scared they won’t ever have peace.

“Name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” That’s all they ask before the ambulance comes to a stop and they usher her out and toward the emergency room.

Grayson runs after them, unsure how his led legs are even moving let alone running, but he does. His tunnel vision is focused only on the gurney, his mind unable to let her go. However, once she’s passed those double doors, he finds himself held back from her for the second time this night and the only thing he can’t think of is to call his brother.

“Ethan, it’s me...Fuck, it’s bad. Ethan, it’s really fucking bad and I don’t know what to do.” Grayson feels himself crumble, his sanity along with it. He’s got no more strength left in him anymore when the tears push for their release. He just lets them flow, not breaking their trail.

“I messed up and now she...I’m scared she’ll die.” His chest constricts painfully and for the first time in month he felt like he was trying to breathe through a plastic bag and Grayson is forced to grab his inhaler to clear his airway.

Keeping up a conversation with Ethan who clearly already got in his car and started his road to him, Grayson managed to keep his heart beating for a while longer. It strained with each pump of blood in his chest, ached as if it carried toxins instead of oxygen. When he started to cry, there was a rawness to it, like the pain was an open wound and no one in the waiting room was left untouched by his emotion. He clasped onto his knees, his face hidden in the space between his knees and chest, rocking himself as a way to comfort his soul.

There was nothing he could do but wait. Wait and remember what his life became when she took him by the hand.

“Need some help?” Grayson closed the door of his Porsche, stopping for a girl who had her head stuck inside the hood of an old car he wasn’t sure even worked anymore - with or without the help of a mechanic, that thing seemed dead. It’s the last thing he thought he’d be doing on his way to Las Vegas where his brother and friends await, but he couldn’t bring himself to just drive by.

“More like a new car.” The girl giggled, ducking back out for fresh air with a genuine smile on her lips. She faced Grayson and for a moment breathing became difficult. His heart reacted to her like jumping from a cliff head first and he knew then and there he’d always seek that thrill.

“I’m joking, big guy.” She rolled her eyes playfully at the dumbfounded look on Grayson’s face, noticing he froze and struggled to speak. Part of her couldn’t believe it’s her who caused a man like HIM to forget his name, but another felt oddly at ease with the possibility. He looked like a snack and she was sure he’d taste just as well. If she knew her spur of the moment trip to Las Vegas would end with having her cheap rental break down in the middle of the desert only for a hottie like him to show up as her knight in shiny armor, Y/N would have at least dressed up a little better.

“You good?” She stepped closer, her smile turning into a smirk. Grayson took her in, using the proximity as an advantage. He could drown in her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, go blind with her pearly whites flashing him with a smile, but most of all, he was sure he would completely and utterly fall for her with that speck of grease on her left cheek that had reddened in a span of seconds after his staring begun.

“Perfect.” Grayson breathes out. Saying it felt just as right as he ever thought it would. The Psychic twins told him he hadn’t met his soulmate yet, but he’d know when he did for his heart will finally be whole again. It wouldn’t have doubts, his mind would surrender to the heart’s desire and nothing else will matter.

That’s how he feels now.

“I’m gonna call road service then.” She pursed her lips, a little confused with his reactions because there wasn’t a single deduction to be made from his actions.

“Mind if I wait with you?” Grayson walked after her, clicking his car to lock over his shoulder.

“Um, not to be rude, but why? I’m just a stranger.” With a raised brow, Y/N turned to see the handsome man who was too eager to stand in the desert sun with a girl he didn’t even know.

“I’m Grayson Dolan.” He took out his wallet and his ID, showing it to her until she chuckled.

“Not strangers anymore.” He points out, smiling widely until she gives him a short nod in response.

“Guess not. You’re welcome to join me in the scorch.” She gave him the ID back, sitting on the hood of her car with a sigh.

“Oh, I’m Y/N. In case you’re wondering.” She told him, making him facepalm at the realization that he hadn’t asked her about it. She held out her hand for him to shake, feeling the spark once he took it without a second to waste.

“A name to remember.”

“Grayson?” Nudged to reality, Grayson lets his head go free and his hands fall to his stomach. Looking up, he finds his brother and a doctor next to him.

“Y-yeah.” Taking a hand Ethan offered him, Grayson stands up, feeling as if his legs would collapse any moment now.

“Y/N’s out of surgery. We’ve had to do a lot of damage control, but she was very lucky.” The doctor begins to explain, alleviating some of the pain that crushed Grayson into a ball of hurt.

“She suffered major head trauma and although there’s no more bleeding, the swelling is minimal but present. We purposely keep patients with traumatic brain injuries in a comatose state in order to calm their system and allow the brain time to heal itself while the swelling subsides. And then we slowly wean them off it. She might have some neurological difficulties at first, amnesia even. I’m confident the issues can be resolved with time and support. I hope you can provide that.” The doctor’s statement makes Grayson nod vehemently, his hands subconsciously wiping away tears that broke free with the relief.

“We had to remove her spleen as well, readjust her elbow fracture, stitch up the cut on her leg, but everything else looks fine.”

Y/N’s alive. He would have done anything to hear the words. Anything. No matter what the consequence may be, he promised himself he’d stay and fight for her, with her.

“You and me against the world? I like the sound of that.” Grayson whispered against her cheek, pecking her between each and every word. He loved touching her, always, even if it was as innocently as a kiss on her cheek.

“Yeah. I don’t think there’s anything in this world that would make me quit you. I don’t ever want to be away from you.” Y/N nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her cold nose making his chest tighter as his heart jumped with the sudden iciness on his warm skin. But he liked being her human heater, knowing there was always comfort he could provide her.

“I know the feeling. From the moment we met, I just knew. I knew you were mine and I’d be yours until my heart no longer beats and my lungs no longer work. Even dead, my soul would search for you.” Grayson wraps his arms around her, pulling her in, closer; as close as possible.

“Cheesy.” Y/N chuckles, letting him form a protective cocoon around her body. She liked him touching her, even if it was just to embrace her when she’s cold. Even if it was as simple as hooking their pinkies together.

“Only for you.” Grayson’s smile could be heard, not just seen. He craned his neck, enough to peck the tip of her cold nose and brush his against it for friction as friction meant warmth.

Little things, they always mattered more to her than anything else.

Little things, Grayson reminded himself as he tried to keep himself awake by her side. He sat in the uncomfortable chair by her bed, holding her no longer twitching fingers in the palm of his hand for warmth. He’d change sides, making sure both hands were warm and she could feel him. He needed her to know she’s not alone and he’s right beside her as he promised. That he’s waiting. That he’ll always be waiting.

Hours passed and nothing changed. Y/N’s eyes remained closed and her lips still haven’t moved in an effort to speak. She had wires coming in and out her skin, the machines she’s hooked up to are rather loud with their continuous beeping. He thought she might wake by now, if not for him then to rant about how loud those machines are. She always liked her sleep more than anything in the world.

“Gray, if that alarm rings a third time, I swear I’ll smash your phone with a hammer.” She grunted, pushing Grayson blindly with one hand, pulling the duvet over her head with the other.

“You can’t seriously already be pissed,” Grayson mumbled, sighing as he sat up in a daze, looking toward his phone that remained forgotten on the dresser instead of his nightstand.

“It’s not even seven, Grayson!” She replied bitterly, proving just how much mornings annoy her and waking up too early because of an alarm that wasn’t even hers? She was ready to set the house ablaze.

“Yeah, well, you’re missing out on some bomb-ass morning sex here!” Grayson teased, rushing to shut the alarm off when it started up again only to hear her mumble under the blanket.

“You’ll still rock my world at eleven when I know breakfast is waiting!”

Chuckling to himself, Grayson thought he might be going mad. He’s barely slept and his worries for Y/N have played tricks on his mind. He was supposed to be putting on his suit, sweat profusely as he panicked about forgetting his vows. He was supposed to be in a church where their family would wait to see the vision in white she’d be, to wait for her to walk down the aisle as he teared up inevitably.

Today was supposed to be a happy day, not this! Not him being half out of his mind, wondering if his fiancé will ever wake up.

Hours turned into days and days into weeks. Two weeks – that’s how long Grayson waited for them to lower her medication enough for her to wake up. They said it could happen in a few hours or a few days, but one thing he knew, there was no way he’d move until she opened her eyes.

“You know…I’ve been thinking about how insignificant it really is…what we fought about. Nothing really matters to me without you. There are always options we could explore, but this? Not having you roll your eyes at me when I’m saying something as dumb as I did last night, or chuckling when I make a complete fool out of myself to make you smile…this is the worst thing. And I love you. I do. I never regretted meeting you or being with you and I hate myself because that’s the last you’ve heard me say.”

Eyes raw and blind, a warmth weighed on her chest, her lungs buttery soft. How soft and meaningless everything seemed now. Without reins, without direction, she felt like a ghost. But his voice was silver, a flame of white and frost. Her body wanted to follow, but something else got involved. A searing pain gripped her throat, ripped her from the light she so desperately craved and wrenched her back into the distortion of an eternal night. Her mind turned as she struggled to move forward, her soul still bound to her body as long as she’s alive. She could only ever listen in the past hours, but now? She couldn’t wait to properly pull on her heavy eyelids and see who this silver flame belonged to.

Almost instantly, Grayson noticed her eyelids fluttering. He noticed the slight spike in her previously steady heartbeat and her fingers began twitching in his hand.

“Y/N, love? It’s okay, I’m here. I’m with you.” Grayson’s voice is shaky, undeniably mirroring his chest as it fought a sob from forming. He couldn’t cry now. He couldn’t worry her now. She needed to see he didn’t give up on her and that he’d be there – holding her hand, just as she held his.

But nothing could prepare Grayson for the moment Y/N truly opened her eyes and looked at him without any emotion, void of all he loved about her eyes. In fact, he could have sworn she looked fearful in her confusion.

“Y/N? Babe, are you in pain? Should I get the doctor?”

Her chest became a little tighter, breathing more difficult and she craved solitude and familiarity. But when she spoke, that’s when he felt his heart split into two.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Outside, looking in. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling for Grayson. He watched his fiancé interact with her parents and doctors. She was warm with them. She touched them. She let them touch her.

When she’d look at Grayson and Ethan, there was nothing there but mild curiosity and slight awkwardness. She didn’t seem to recognize him, truly. She was court with him, but nothing more than that. Hell, she was warmer, charming, and more open the day they met for the first time than now and Grayson couldn’t pretend he wasn’t hurt by it. She didn’t touch him. She’d retract when he tried to touch her. He felt like he’s the one harming her now. He felt like a complete stranger before her and the feeling left him desolate.

“Not gonna lie, if it sucks this much for me, I can’t even imagine how you feel,” Ethan spoke, saddened when his partner in crime didn’t go for their usual greeting upon seeing him. She politely introduced herself and asked if he was important to her. Ethan laughed at her question. He genuinely laughed for he assumed it was an elaborate prank to get back at him for bringing a stripper to Grayson’s bachelor party. Shaking his head before leaving, hoping to hide a few tears that slipped past his defenses, Ethan left the room and hasn’t been back inside since. In many ways, she was his best friend and now? She would forget him without sparing him a second glance.

“What am I supposed to think about this, E? She happens to forget the past three years and up to a month before she met me? She forgot every moment of her life where I mattered. It feels like her brain just erased me.” Grayson dragged his palm across his face, unaware of the lost girl who stole a glance at the disheveled, sad-looking man she woke up to. She remembers him as the silvery voice, the man who brought her to the light. But that’s all she can remember and it frustrates her beyond belief.

And he wasn’t the only one she seemed to have lost. At least ten other people she saw in the past few hours have all been strangers to her. Strangers who know her, care for her, even love her. She was scared of those who loved her, unable to deal with the intensity of their emotions. How is she supposed to just sit there and smile when she had no emotional attachment to any of them at all?

Emotions are created with memories. What are we if not a reflection of all we’ve lived and felt? Of all those little moments and big moments that we reminisce about as time passes? Doesn’t it take the very essence of who someone is? That’s what Y/N questioned as she looked back at the man who was meant to be her fiancé. Wasn’t he supposed to be a part of who she is? The very part she no longer possesses? Who is he to become without the support of who she was for him?

“I think you need to give her time. Take her home when the time is right and until then…just be the guy she fell in love with. Bring pictures, dig around for that diary she’s been writing, movies you’ve seen together. Talk to her like you did when you met her. Use whatever you did to win her over again – just until she remembers. Although, if I were you, I’d pray she doesn’t remember that fight.” Ethan patted Grayson’s shoulder, leaving him for he too was desperate and heavy and he too needed to rest his mind and body.

“Pictures…movies…sure…as if I know why the fuck she ever decided to love me. Easy….FUCK.”

“Hey.” Grayson walked into the guest bedroom with a small smile on his face, hoping his charm would work and she’d feel more at ease. While he can’t help but admit it hurt him terribly, he agreed with Y/N and her request to take the guest bedroom for now. She didn’t feel comfortable sharing a bed with him and he had to respect that. While he knew her for years, she only knew him for a month.

“I brought you some clothes.” He placed the folded clothes on her bed – her favorite sweats and her favorite hoodie he owned. She loved to take his hoodies, as cliché as it seems. But when no amount of pictures and videos or movies help your fiancé get her memories back and a month has passed, a man turns desperate enough to give his hoodies instead of teasing her when she steals them.

“Why do you always steal my hoodies? We live together? I don’t mind!” Grayson laughed as she pulled at the cotton fabric he tried to hold onto while she wanted to rip it from his hands.

“It’s just not the same! Okay? Feels much comfier when I steal it from you!”

“Oh? Thanks.” She plastered on a smile on her lips as well, trying not to make things more awkward than they already are. She tried to remember him. She really did. She hoped she’d manage to pull at any memory from the past three years, but she got nothing in return but a horrible headache in return and that discouraged her from trying as much.

When she first realized her condition, especially that her family didn’t seem too fond of Grayson, Y/N wondered why the hell she remained with him. When the doctor told her to go back to her normal life, she thought of college and Archer and her old, very pink room. But when Grayson reminded everyone her normal life and routine was with him, she had to agree to give it a try. The doctors told her that in time, her memory would improve.

But then she’d look at this huge hunk of a man and wonder why he wanted her. She’d wonder what happened for her to be with someone who seemed to be a celebrity of sorts – a man who was not only famous and rich, but incredibly handsome and charming. Yet, she didn’t see the connection they could have made. Sure, she never wanted for anything in her life, but when she was old enough to understand the concept of money, she always hoped to make her own way in the world. But a part of her didn’t understand why she ended up dating a man who looked fit for models instead of college students. And then she’d remember she’s no longer a college student. She’s no longer dating Archer Bradford and she’s no longer living in a dorm in New York City.

“I’m kind of hungry.” She pressed her lips together as his smile grew, beckoning her to stand up and follow him.

“I can fix that.” The moment she walked into the kitchen, she felt overwhelmed by the smell of food Grayson clearly prepared beforehand. And judging by the way her eyes widened at the sight of a pot roast, Grayson knew her favorite meal certainly didn’t change.

“My mom made this for you. She remembered it’s your favorite.” Grayson smirked at her, giving her a full plate. It took a lot of convincing to stop his mother or siblings or any of their friends from organizing a party for her. After all, she didn’t remember them now and to bring her into a house she can’t remember with a dozen strangers all crying and hugging her? Grayson knew better than that.

“So, can I run a few things by you? I’ve committed some of them to memory.” Once he gave her a nod of approval, Y/N started with questions. Some of the things she knew, some she assumed.

“We were supposed to get married the day after I had the accident?” She questioned and his smile fell.

“Yeah. Had the dress and tux, a venue…the whole thing. I even wrote my vows.” Grayson swallowed thickly, feeling the vows he had written burn a hole in his wallet. He hid them behind her picture, the one Ethan took when she agreed to marry his brother.

“And I’m a nurse practitioner, right?” However, his silence made her frown.

“I didn’t get my nursing degree?!” She exclaimed, upset over the fact. She had promised her parents she’ll get her nursing degree first and then, once she got a proper scholarship, she’d aim higher – for a medical degree but one that wasn’t paid by them.

“You had a few classes left before you decided to travel the world with me. You said you needed more adventure in your life, a new perspective after you cut ties with your old life and you left everything behind for a year abroad with me and Ethan. You worked as our assistant because you didn’t want to feel like a financial burden.” Grayson filled her in, but she didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand how the responsible person she feels she is, could have ever walked away from education to follow a hot guy around the world.

“Oh.” She fell silent after that, eating the food before retreating to her room. Each person is a summary of all their memories – but what happens when those memories are gone and you’re lost?

“She’s still not remembering anything?” Ethan asked, getting a backhanded slap on his shoulder from Cameron.

“Look, it’s a win. She doesn’t remember the reason why she was in that accident or that you two probably would have broken up. I’m just worried that she might not fall back in love with you again.” She stated, raising her arms in mock surrender when both brothers decided to glare daggers her way.

“What? It’s true! I have no fucking clue how you won her over the first time and this was like…years ago. You’re not getting any younger or cuter, bro. Just saying.” Cameron took a shot, downing the negativity with the burning liquor, seeing Grayson is seriously losing hope.

“She brought a cat home the other day. She left to register for college again, and she brought a cat home.” Grayson let his head fall on the bar, groaning. “Do you know how it felt to see the light in her eyes die when I told her I was allergic and she couldn’t keep it?”

“Broooo”, Ethan slapped his back. “Wake up and stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself. Just…stop trying so fucking hard and be yourself. She’ll love you again.”

“What if she never remembers me?” Grayson retorted, genuine fear laced in his voice. It feels as if he had already lost her and a big part of him believes he doesn’t deserve to have her back. He doesn’t think he should be with someone as amazing as she is…not when he had brought this all upon them. He had done this to her and the guilt of his words and actions that night…that’s going to destroy him.

“She’s going to remember you. She’ll remember all of us. We’re her family.”

Grayson nodded, looking down at the bottom of his glass, hoping this amnesia thing doesn’t last. But if it does, he was aware it was karmic justice. He had the world, the rarest of loves, he lost it all in a single night of careless anger. He always had issues controlling his anger and the things he’d do or as when his temper flared up. Grayson knew early on his blinding rage had to be bound by something – it’s when he started waking up early, doing yoga or boxing, sometimes when he felt himself on edge, he’d train twice a day to get the excess energy out, making himself a calm port for not only her, but himself.

But that night emotions were running high despite it all, call it wedding jitters, but Grayson was on edge and he let his mouth run wild and it cost him everything. He had a lot more to work on in hopes of controlling his temper.

“Why don’t my parents like you?” She broke the silence between them, her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled the sleeves of her jumper over her hands. She didn’t wear his hoodie…any of them. Not in front of him.

“You told me they think I’m not worthy of you. Your father said YouTube isn’t a real job and your mother said I look like a cheater.” Grayson shrugged. “I never cheated on you, though.” He added for good measure. “To be honest, we never even met. You said the only time I’d see them is when we get married and that was supposed to be…you know.”

Chewing on her lower lip, her frown deepened. She was always daddy’s little princess and mommy’s smart little girl, so what changed?

“But I must have been on bad terms with them? I can’t believe I haven’t seen my parents in years.”

“You told me they had very different views on your life choices and that you stopped talking to them a few weeks before you met me. You also moved to New York full time and broke it off with your boyfriend who seemed to have the seal of parental approval.” Casually, Grayson let himself put an arm around her. He felt her tense immediately, retracting it upon the knowledge that his touch was unwanted.

“I left Archer? But why fuck would I do that? That’s blurry for me too. And now I’m here in this strange house with a man I barely know who looks at me like I’m why the stars shine and I can’t for the life of me figure out how I got here!” She shouted in frustration, hiding her face in her hands when she suddenly heard a sound – her voice.

“Gray-bear! I’m running a little late tonight, but when I get home I want my vitamin G, okay? I want to eat that delicious dinner you’ve made for me and I want to eat dessert of your body.”

“Wow, that was…graphic.” She turned to Grayson, wiping a stray tear off her cheek, chuckling in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I just…I wanted to show you that you and I weren’t together on a fucking whim.” Grayson tossed his phone aside, the voicemail cut off in the middle, hiding the really graphic part of it. He felt like her calling him a stranger had opened a new wound on his heart, making sure he’s not ever going to heal properly.

Y/N knew she wasn’t with him on a whim. She was never casual with her heart, giving it rarely but with good cause. It means she had trusted him, completely. She didn’t doubt that nor that she once loved him. In fact, she harbored a crush on him even now, but everything in her life felt like a mess – a big mess of tangled feelings and big gaps in her memory that confused her and she couldn’t find a way around that. But then she smiled softly, looking at the phone with teary eyes. “No, it’s okay. I sound…happy.”

Nodding, Grayson’s hand moved closer to hers, stopping just inches short of actual touch. He wanted to hold her hand and help her get through this, but he couldn’t. As she said it, he was still just a stranger to her.

Holding nothing but a towel, Y/N set her sights on the beautiful, expensive-looking shower in the main bathroom. She’s been enjoying the bathtub in the guest bathroom, but she missed the shower…and the showerhead.

The moment she walked into the bathroom, Y/N knew it would be a mistake. The steam was her first red flag, lights on the second. She wanted to look away, to walk out and pretend nothing is happening, but she couldn’t. It’s like looking at a sculpture, art, and she loved art. Her eyes widen as she tilts her head slightly to the left, looking over a naked Grayson and his many, many tattoos – especially the one he had on his collarbone – a swallow tattoo, the one she always wanted to get.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Grayson nearly slipped in his fright, his hand flying to his chest instead of his dick and while she’d love to say she looked away and left him alone, Y/N couldn’t help her wandering gaze as she took him in – all of him…and there was a lot to see.

“Fuck, is everything okay?” Grayson rushed out of the shower, his worried face reflecting his inner turmoil.

Y/N found herself dumbfounded, unable to understand why is this man walking around so casually without covering himself up…and then it hit her – it wasn’t the first time she had seen him naked, not for him.

Cupping her face, Grayson angled it left to right to get a proper look, his eyes set ablaze with an undeniable ache in his chest when she not only relaxed in his arms but also accepted his touch. He had become far too acquainted with her refusal that his heart didn’t know how to brave the thunders that shot electricity from his chest throughout his body.

“You look really flushed and you’re…in a towel?” Grayson’s brain finally caught up, his brown eyes widening as she chuckled at him.

“I’m just enjoying the view.” For a moment there, Grayson could have sworn it was Y/N – his Y/N and not the girl who couldn’t even remember his middle name.

“What’s your middle name?” She asked sweetly, wanting to add that to her tiny little file on people she forgot existed. She wanted a cheat sheet to remember all the details she lost and Grayson was the biggest detail of them all.

“Not gonna tell you. That’s a little something I’ll keep for myself because when you do remember me, you’ll tell me yourself. It’s how I’ll know you got your memories back.” Grayson smiled at her narrowed eyes, knowing the curiosity is killing her.

“What makes you think I won’t ask someone else or find your documents?” She remarked, raising her eyebrows with a smirk.

“You won’t because you will want to know your memories are real when they return. My middle name will be a signal.”

“And I’d love to enjoy it too, but I don’t know if this is right.” Grayson sighed heavily as she placed her left palm on his right shoulder, her thumb grazing the swallow tattoo wistfully.

“I’m why you have this. Right?” Nodding, Grayson singlehandedly confirmed her suspicion and she sighed too, adding weight to her already heavy heart. If she cared for him enough to tell him about the meaning of the swallow, then she truly must have loved him. And he didn’t know of the turmoil inside her head when he spoke softly, his voice tender and sweet, an airy touch of emotions she felt in her very soul.

‘’You said a swallow represents soulmates, that for you – birds fly away, but in the end, after their travel, they always make their way back to each other….people who are meant to be, always find their way to each other. You have one on the back of your neck too."

Tapping his shoulder, Y/N averted her eyes to the ground for a split moment, forgetting Grayson is still naked and oddly enough, she didn’t feel like she wanted him to take his hands off her. She wanted him to use them to look more closely at her, help her remember him better.

“Your penis is excited to see me.” She stated, noticing his member brushing against her towel, embarrassing Grayson enough to take a step back and grab a towel.

“This never happened.” He mumbled as he ran past her, unaware of her running after him, screaming, “HE JUST WANTED TO SAY HI!!”

By the time she was done with her shower and curled up in her favorite hoodie…Grayson’s hoodie, Grayson had gotten over his embarrassment and he was more than ready to get going. He had stopped in his tracks when he noticed her wear his orange hoodie, his heart nearly stopping from the oncoming tidal wave of undescribed emotion. It was a small win, but meaningful for him.

“You do realize you don’t have to babysit me all the time, right? I’m not going to just…vanish into thin air. You have a life too and I’m sure staring at me was only a part-time gig before all of this.” She spoke with resolution, certain she didn’t want Grayson skipping out on work anymore. She was very well aware he and his brother owned a production company on one hand and a few gyms on the other – one for men and one for women, and his pride – a gym for disabled, or generally people in need of medical rehabilitation. It’s a little something Y/N had been visiting three times a week as well since she left the hospital.

“You say that, but every time I walk out that door, I’m worried you’ll be gone when I come back.” Grayson didn’t mean to sound so much like a kidnapper who was interested in keeping her under lock and key, but he did fear she’d use the chance to disappear on him. He needed a shot at getting his girl back and it was abundantly clear that if she left their home, he’d lose her for good.

“I can promise I’ll be here today. Is that good enough?” And Grayson knew she’d never break a promise, shedding a little bit of weight off his heart. At least for the day.

Pecking her temple on instinct, he smiled when she didn’t pull away instantly. She gave him a look of slight confusion, but that’s all. In his mind, that was seen as progress.

“I’m just uh…going to see my parents today. Thought you should know.” She warned him and for some reason even he couldn’t fathom, his stomach turned to knots and he felt nauseous.

“Want me to drive you?” He offered, his mouth a little dry as his mind keeps telling him that she’s making a mistake, but he always wanted her to reunite with her folks and he couldn’t stand in her way now when they too got a clean slate and a chance at redemption.

“I’ll get a cab or something. No need. I’ll call you if I need you, ‘kay?” She craned her neck up, completely unaware of what she’s doing until her lips press against his jawline and her mind just blanks.

“Why did I just do that?” She covers her mouth in horror, wanting to both cry and scream at herself for being so free with someone she still had some doubts about.

“Muscle memory. You did that every time I had to leave.” Grayson explained, his lips twitching as he tried to keep a smile at bay. He had seen a few glimpses of her in the past few hours and Grayson couldn’t be happier…but Y/N? She couldn’t be more scared.

“Why the club?” Y/N groaned at her mother like a child, sending dirty looks to every old man who dares to check her out. She never liked the club her family belonged to. Y/N never like a lot of things her family did or believed in, but she never disliked it to the point of wanting to jump out of her skin like she did now. Something wasn’t right and a part of her thought back to that morning when Grayson called it muscle memory…she couldn’t help but think there was a reason why she felt so uneasy here.

“Because that Gayton couldn’t follow us here. He’s not a member. Besides, someone wanted to see you.” Before she even had a chance to question any of it or correct her mother on Grayson’s name, Y/N saw him.

He had tousled dark brown hair which was thick and lustrous. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression, framing his eyes. He has the most wonderful eyes – they are blue, mostly, but darken to grey in correspondence to his mood. He seldom smiles with his lips, but it is his eyes that shine instead, and it is this radiance that makes every man and woman who see it feel the irresistible impulse to smile, too. But his usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face as he downed a glass of whiskey in a single sip.

“Why is Archer here, mom?” Y/N spoke, breathless and out of touch with reality. All she could see is the man she was supposed to marry, the guy who promised her the stars, who held her hand since she knew what hand-holding is. He was her first love, first kiss, and first time. He was the guy she would have sworn by, depended on, held close to. He was supposed to be her forever and while she pushed him to the back of her mind in the past few months, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what could have happened for her to leave Archer behind.

“He’s always here in the afternoon. You know, he became a lawyer.” Her mother gave her a gentle push, Y/N’s heel clicking against the marble floors, attracting attention in the lounge usually occupied by men at this time – his attention most of all.

“Y/N?!”

Not blinking, or breathing, or moving, Y/N just stared at her once upon a time with guilt in her heart. She felt it gnaw on her insides, Grayson’s words about his fear of her leaving him haunting her.

“I didn’t expect to…What are you doing here?” Archer walked closer, his smile back on and his charm evidently turning her cheeks darker. She didn’t know what to say or do, especially since she still had no clue on what happened between them.

“I heard you were out, but I didn’t want to intrude. I’m so happy to see you.” Without holding back, Archer wrapped his arms around Y/N, tightly enough to provoke her ribs into aching despite them being healed now. At her yelp, Archer quickly lets go, apologizing.

While her mother had disappeared into thin air and left her a text about having to leave early, Y/N remained in the club with Archer a lot longer than she anticipated. She forgot how easy it was to get lost in Archer and his world, just how well he understood her and how good of a fit they truly are. She forgot how his touch made her heart jump and how his chuckle made her laugh because out of all possible character flaws he could have had, Archer managed to get a horrible, cartoon-like laugh.

“Today was great, but I really should get going.” Y/N stood up abruptly once she realized just how late she stayed, hoping Grayson didn’t come home on time to find her promise broken. She truly lost track of time and while she’d like to tell herself it was all innocent and just old friends catching up, she couldn’t lie. Her body had aged, but her mind still only knew of the love and devotion she held for Archer. While she had become accustomed to Grayson, grew to like him and enjoy his company, she certainly never forgot that her first love was out there, somewhere. Being with Archer had impacted her more than she’d like to admit.

“Do you need a ride home?” And that was a mistake, she knew it. She found herself agreeing to his offer without a second thought, forgetting that her home was in New York City with her handsome fiancé she felt an undeniable attraction to.

But she spent that day wishing she could have some courage to ask Archer why they ended things, to learn of that part of her past she couldn’t untangle in her mind. She needed answers and he had them, but asking him? Saying the words and actually hearing his response? She didn’t know if she was that brave.

Sitting in the car in front of her home, Y/N didn’t gather the courage she needed. She couldn’t handle the truth just yet and while she hated herself for being so cowardly, she felt a lot worse about her personality when she noticed Grayson walk out of their home, bewildered and teary-eyed, stopping in front of their front door instead of making a scene. Y/N was thankful for that.

“I should really go.” Y/N said sweetly, her eyes taking one good look at Archer before turning to leave, finding Archer’s hand grabbing hers.

“Call me. I’d really like to see you again.”

Nodding, Y/N smiled at him before getting out of his fancy car, waving at him as he drove down the street.

“I’m really sorry I was late. My mum had abandoned me at the club and I ran into Archer and he offered me a ride.” She didn’t tell him about spending the day with him. She didn’t want to burden Grayson with her what-ifs and she definitely didn’t want to hurt him. Looking into the murky waters his brown eyes turned into, it felt like she already did. She’s been hurting him for a while now and she realized that months have passed and her memories aren’t getting any better. In fact, she believed they would never return and she was doomed to live a cycle where she keeps breaking Grayson’s heart over and over again.

Reluctantly, Y/N stood on her tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss on Grayson’s jawline. Unmoving, he stared at her, his heart feeling like it would explode. A part of him knows she’s only doing it because she sees the pain in his eyes. He knows it meant nothing at all to her, but it meant the world to him, despite the motivation. She’s doing it to distract him from the fact that her ex-boyfriend had driven her home.

“I just wanted to know how it feels to do that when I’m in control of my mind.” She whispered, her hand resting on his cheek gently, remaining there for a few seconds as she walked inside, heavier than she was when she left the house earlier that day.

“What movie do I put on?” Grayson mumbled, still phased and still hurt and still so damn in love with her even if he felt her slip away. He’s not a fool. If anything, Grayson could read her better now when she didn’t know he knew her tells. She was an open book and while he saw tremendous progress between them, it wasn’t fooling him.

He had heard of Archer and their relationship quite extensively, but she kept the reason of their break up to herself. She kept it hidden from him, claiming it was about her turning a new page in her life, but Grayson knew better. He was aware what he meant to her and he knew she was still stuck at a time where she loved him dearly and Grayson was just the skipping stone they needed to send down the river. That’s why he wished he knew why she broke things off…for a connection that big, something bad must have happened for them to end things and if it worked the first time around, he was sure it would work again.

“Not sure. Maybe something scary?” Y/N sat in her corner of the couch, her legs tucked to her chest as she watched Grayson intently. Friday night was always movie night, before and after the accident. She enjoyed those nights filled with laughter and casual touches that would leave her tingling for hours. She loved to watch him as he immersed himself in the movie and she immersed herself in him.

Something felt different that night – a change was on the horizon and Y/N knew what she must do. Grayson Dolan is undoubtedly a beautiful man with a good soul and she could understand why she fell in love with him in the first place. But, Y/N was haunted by memories she did remember, more than those she forgot. She had a need to solve problems she did once before and Grayson would only stand in her way. He’d only get hurt worse and longer and she couldn’t do that to him anymore. She cared too much to dim his light any longer. She not only cared…she found that she maybe did love him after all, enough to let him go.

After Grayson fell asleep, Y/N had covered him with her blanket, tucking him in before leaving a lingering kiss on his forehead. Yes, he slept with his mouth open and yes, he drooled and yes, he snored, but Y/N found it inexplicably hard to walk away from him. She felt every cell in her body demand her to stay and see things through. She found herself fighting off sobs that threatened to sound so loudly in such a devastating way and she couldn’t understand why. She knew it might be a part of her that loved him that fought her on her decision, but Y/N had to leave.

“I can love you and still let you go.” She whispered to herself, closing her eyes.

She had to let him go before she damaged him any further. With a whisper, she left him sleeping on the sofa.

“Goodbye…my almost lover.”

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Chapter 13

It wasn’t too bad to begin with. They were just rubbing stuff into his skin, making it shiny and smooth and giving it a light healthy sheen.

All the same Sam didn’t find it easy standing astride with his arms spread out like some great marble statue, while the toad’s clammy little fingers rubbed ointment into his broad back and buttocks, and the little barefoot boy massaged his thighs, and Master Jack smoothed oil into his torso. It didn’t feel natural — especially as it stirred undesirable and dangerous urges in him. He blushed with shame when a rush of heat to his groin forced his cock to edge outwards and rub up against Master Jack’s leg.

Jack didn’t seem to mind. He was delighted with the result of the body rub. It rendered the slave’s flesh smooth and tactile and added extra bulk to his impressive array of muscles.

They fitted steel bands to his upper arms to emphasise the roundness of his biceps and tried a similar thing with his calf muscles — but that didn’t look half so good so they took them off. Instead they fitted permanent steel cuffs to his wrists and ankles. They were small, neat and heavy, with clips built into them so that they could quickly and easily be connected to rope or chains or whatever was to hand.

Jack was a little more hesitant when they came to discuss body attachments. He wanted to preserve the slave’s naturally rugged physique and didn’t want to spoil it with too many ornaments, but the rep showed him how a few carefully positioned and scarcely visible studs could be inserted into the slave’s flesh enabling rings, chains and other attachments to be added whenever desired.

“The most popular locations are the ears, nose, tongue, nipples and penis,” he explained “ and I have an interesting gagging device that allows the tongue to be pinned to the floor of the mouth. And of course we must discuss what we’re going to do with the genitalia — ball stretchers, maybe? Or even a chastity cage if that’s what you have in mind.”

Sam tried to pretend they were talking about someone else but the toad’s fat fingers were all over him prodding and squeezing.

“We need to get cracking, if you want the slave ready for this evening” he said, once Jack had made his selection from the catalogue. “We’ll use needles because they cause less damage to the surrounding flesh and healing is quicker, but we need to keep them red hot to avoid infection — we don’t use sanitary or numbing agents on slaves, so we need to hold him steady or it could turn messy.”

There were three eager volunteers on the sofa who were only too willing to grab hold of the slave while a small flame burner was lit and the needles heated up.

The earlobes came first. They were easy and though the needle stung as it burrowed its way through the soft flesh, it was quite bearable and Sam reckoned he could probably cope if it was all going to be at this level of discomfort, even though he wasn’t sure he really wanted his body messed about with in this way.

He even managed to contain himself when the needle was jabbed through his nasal cartilage, although it made his eyes water and he had to fight back a sneeze which he thought was going to split his nose wide open.

It was when they got to his tongue that the trouble started. The initial piercing was quick and easy enough — though it stung like hell and he had to hold his tongue out so far it choked. But the clever device for screwing his tongue to the inside of his mouth meant his jaw had to be forced open and held in position with a metal clamp. It was clear to everyone this was going to hurt — especially Sam who flew into a panic. The three volunteers tightened their grip, but Sam had had enough. He’d decided he didn’t want his body ripped apart like this, even if it was just to please his Master.

With one mighty heave of his powerful arms he flung the three startled volunteers across the room, grabbed the toad by the wrists and tried to wrench the instruments of torture out of his hand — and would have succeeded if the little barefoot boy, who’d been trained to deal with just such an event, hadn’t jabbed him in the small of the back with an electric slave prod.

Sam went rigid, dropped to his knees and toppled forward onto the rubber sheet.

It was a simple matter now to pull his wrists and ankles back and bind the shiny new cuffs together with rope.

Securely hogtied and still stunned from the shockwave, he was lifted onto his knees, his head pushed back and his mouth forced open. There was a sickening taste of metal and blood as the toad worked on him and although Sam couldn’t move he could feel the needle scraping about inside his mouth and fingers squeezing down on his tongue.

By the time it was over, Sam’s faculties had returned, but he still couldn’t move. Somebody had got an arm round his neck. His jaw ached and he couldn’t loosen his tongue. He wondered for a moment if his tongue hadn’t been cut out altogether but then it began to throb and he realised it was pinned to the bottom of his mouth. He panicked again and nearly choked when he tried to swallow. The clamp was still holding his jaw open and saliva was dribbling down his chin and onto his chest. No wonder he hardly noticed the toad drilling needles into his nipples and his cock and God knows where else.

Jack suggested they take a break while they discussed what to do next, so he and the Kerkermann rep retired to one of the sofas where they talked about things to do to Sam’s genitalia while the house boy served them tea. They’d pushed Sam over onto his side, facing away from them, still bound hand and foot. A mountain of heaving muscle, Jack thought, mute and obedient, a prize catch for him to mould and exploit for his own personal pleasure and fulfilment. He was enjoying this.

Sam on the other hand was fighting off the pain, his body torn and bruised, wild images of disfigurement and contortion infiltrating his imagination. It felt as if his whole body had been pierced through with needles and studs, all itching and tugging at his flesh — he wasn’t even sure how many or where they all were. They’d taken the jack out of his mouth, but his jaw ached and he couldn’t move his tongue. He moaned and took deep breaths. What were they turning him into? Some kind of monster? The reflection he’d seen in the shower room mirror — he’d looked so proud and magnificent then — it had been too good to be true.

The conference on the sofa over, it was time to get Sam back on to his feet, but when they untied him he simply lay there, curled up like a foetus, too ashamed and fearful to reveal himself. They had to kick him a few times to get him to move, and as he gradually rose, first onto his hands and knees then slowly one foot at a time, his strength and his courage returned.

Not daring to look down at his body convinced it was all bloody and covered in scars (which it clearly wasn’t judging by the calm look of approval on Master Jack’s face), he stretched to his full height, flexed a few muscles and taking a deep breath drew all the soreness and discomfort out from wherever he could sense it and relaxed wholesome and complete and feeling strangely aware of his own heightened physical presence — an awareness that manifested itself most visibly in the massive erection that was now the focus of everyone’s attention — an erection that was driven and sustained by the weight of a shiny steel ring jutting out of the tip of his bulging cock head. The sight of it alarmed him at first — how did he not feel them do that? But with a few more deep breaths he had that under his control as well — even though Master Jack was dragging his fingers lightly up and down the length of his shaft triggering spasms of such intensity that Sam was fearful his cock was going to explode.

“Now let’s get to work on those gonads,” said the toad, “while they’re still loose and pliable.”

Sam’s legs were kicked apart and he was bent forward, with his hands on his ankles and his arse in the air. The little bare foot boy crawled underneath and grabbed hold of his testicles, pulling them down while the toad clipped a heavy steel collar round the root of his scrotum. When the boy let go, Sam’s balls hung low and heavy under the weight of the steel collar and the little barefoot boy tested them by flicking them several times with his knuckles making them swing from side to side.

“And now while we have him in this position, we can fit this useful little gadget,” said the toad, proudly presenting an oddly shaped rubber plug with a series of tiny buttons worked into its base. “It’s our number one internal control device with adjustable dimensions so that it can fit comfortably inside any slave without fear of slipping out or being removed without the owner’s knowledge or consent. And it’s operated by this neat little owner’s remote device with switches for stimulation as well as for control. It’s state of the art!”

Jack was intrigued and told the rep to go ahead and fit it.

Still bending forwards, Sam was told to reach round with his hands and spread his cheeks. He could feel the toad’s fat fingers probing and poking.

“I can tell this arse has been put to good use,” he heard the toad say. “It should slide in quite easily.”

Sam braced himself. He’d grown accustomed to being fucked by cocks of all sizes while he was in the ruined cottage but this was something quite different. It was solid, heavy and lifeless. The toad had to give his buttocks a few hard slaps to get him to open up enough to let it in. It seemed to fill his whole gut and once it was in it just hung there aching to be pushed out again. Then suddenly he felt it shift and tighten inside him as the toad showed Master Jack how to use the remote control to adjust its size.

“You must remember to give the slave a good flush out before fitting it for any length of time,” warned the toad, referring Jack to the device’s manual, “and to keep him off solid food while it’s in there, otherwise,” he whispered, “ there could be unfortunate consequences when you pull it out.”

Sam was told to stand up straight and that’s when the full impact of the intrusive plug took effect, forcing him to grip his arse muscles and tighten his buttocks causing the solid rubber to press against his prostrate, making his cock jut out as stiff as a rod.

“Very impressive,” said Jack approvingly, inviting the lads on the sofa to come and have a feel of it.

“If you like,” said the toad with an obsequious grin, “we can prolong that magnificent erection with the help of this little angel.”

He held up a phial of green liquid and mischievously waved a hypodermic needle in the space around Sam’s cock.

“It’s extremely effective and can last up to four hours with the correct dosage. It’s been fully tested and is quite harmless.”

He read out from the leaflet before demonstrating how to make the injection, then handed the hypodermic needle to Jack, who was keen to give it a try.

Sam held his breath as Master Jack loaded the needle and plunged it deep into the fleshy root of his penis. For a moment there was nothing , then Sam felt a dull ache where the needle had bruised him and his stomach began to quiver and his groin to tingle and burn and his rock hard cock to dance about clutching wildly at the air as his balls bulged and shifted and bolts of lightening shot through his thighs making his whole body tremble and his cock head to twitch. He sucked in air, clenched his muscles and tried to control the force that was surging through his veins, setting his nerve ends on fire.

“Magnificent,” murmured Jack with a thrill of satisfaction as he stroked and petted the hard edgy hunk of slave muscle that stood nervously at attention in front of him.

The Kerkermann rep sorted out a few remaining items, including a lotion to rub into the slave’s ball sac to keep it smooth and hairless, lubricants for the butt plug and an assortment of ornaments, clips, chains and trinkets with which to adorn the slave’s body. He gave Jack a payment form to sign and handed over a receipt and that was it. He shook hands while the little barefoot boy rolled up the rubber mat and put it back in the suitcase, and the pair of them left the room..

“We’ve just got time to test this thing,” said Jack, picking up the remote control, “and then we really must get ready for dinner. The Brigadier won’t appreciate us being late.”

He and the three occupants of the sofa watched with interest as the slave’s body twisted and squirmed while Jack tried each of the controls in turn. He discovered how to induce a gentle vibration that instantly set the slave moaning and his already rampant cock twitching, a short sharp shock that made him straighten up, alert and ready for command and, best of all, a crippling blow at full power that had him on his knees clutching his arse and howling as best as he could with his tongue pinned to the bottom of his mouth.

The three fellows on the sofa were delighted with this and they all wanted to have a go, so they played around with it for about half an hour, until at last Jack said it really was time to get ready for dinner and led the newly adorned slave out by a lead he’d attached to a ring in his nose.

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Love of My Life

This is a cute little one shot that I uploaded to AO3 ages ago. It only just occurred to me that I never posted it here, so here ya go, I hope you all enjoy a little bit of soft domestic Rog!

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You wake up to a red-hot pain searing through your leg, the muscle spasming and cramping against the soft mattress you had been sleeping comfortably on just moments ago. “Fuck!” You screech, sitting bolt upright against your pillows, suddenly wide awake, tears springing to your eyes. The body sleeping beside you stirs as you jostle them in your sudden movement, though they remain asleep. You breathe deeply as you reach your arm out to massage your calf, though it’s difficult to bend that way when you’re seven months pregnant. “Roger… Jesus Christ Roger, wake up!” You hiss, smacking his shoulder none to lightly in order to wake him.

“Huh? Y/N, what’s wrong? Is it the baby? I’m not ready! We haven’t packed anything yet!” Roger all but cries, as he too sits up in a flash, surely giving himself whiplash as he does so. He looks around in the dark, fumbling his hand over the nightstand until he connects with the lamp, switching it on and allowing for a warm glow to chase away the midnight shadows of the room.

You want to laugh at his panic, want to reassure him that you still have time before the baby arrives, though you stop short when another spasm shoots through your leg. “Rog, it’s a cramp not the baby. I just can’t reach to massage it out!” You whine, throwing your head back and frowning, as your toes are stretched into an en pointe position. Sweat beads form on your brow as you breathe more deeply, if anyone were to walk in on you now, they would likely think you had in fact gone into an early labour! “Just, ugh! Please help!” You whimper, as you feel him moving next to you. This wasn’t the first time this had occurred, in fact this was the second time this week! It seemed the further along in your pregnancy you got, the worse the cramps became. The one earlier this week had been utter torture, it had been a cramp in your thigh, something you had never experienced before, and it left you stiff for days afterwards. At least this time it was just another calf cramp, those you could deal with,

Roger slides off his side of the bed, shoving his glasses over his nose. He was adamant that he didn’t need glasses to see, though you knew better, and created the rule that when he was home with just you, he was required to wear his glasses, in an effort to at least somewhat preserve his eyesight. “Alright I’ve got this.” He mumbles to himself, as he kneels down beside the bed, wrapping his warm hands around your straining leg. “Drink some water, I read that it will help with the cramps.” He suggests, as he rubs his thumbs against the muscle. It had taken him a few tries to know exactly what would help you in these situations, though after the fourth cramp, he knew where to apply pressure, and how much pressure was beneficial to you.

Diligently, Roger sits by your side for around ten minutes, massaging your leg, then helping to stretch out your foot once the initial cramping had ceased. It felt wonderful to be able to bend your knee again, a luxury you would never take for granted again. With the sweat now gone, your tears now dried, and your leg now once more mobile, you look at Roger, offering him a weak smile.

“Thank you Rog. I- I don’t know what I would do without you.” You murmur, as you move to swing your legs off the side of the bed, your feet resting against his knees as he continues to kneel on the floor beside the bed.

He grins his cheeky face up at you, blonde hair a mess from sleep, though it only added to his overall appeal. “Hey now Y/N, it’s what I’m here for. Besides, if you’ve got to grow this baby, the least I can do is massage your leg!” He chuckles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your ankle, causing your toes to curl in appreciation.

You reach a hand down to him, and his fingers hook between yours as he pulls himself into a standing position. “Are you worried?” You ask with a gentle smile. He frowns at your question, unsure as to what you were referring to. “About the baby I mean. You uh, seemed a little panicked when I woke you up before. I mean, we still have time to get everything ready, but about not having packed anything. At the end of the day, if the baby decides it’s ready to be born, I don’t think our number one priority should be bringing the perfect outfit.” You smirk, as you rub a small circle into the back of his hand.

He looks down at his feet, shuffling them against the carpet, before meeting your eyes once more. “I think I’m more excited than nervous.” He finally says, squeezing your hand once. “It’s just that, I want everything to be perfect when she arrives. I suppose I keep thinking that when the time does come, I’ll forget something. Probably something important knowing me, like the car keys.” You roll your eyes at that, wanting to shake some sense into the silly man.

“Rog, we won’t forget anything, I promise. If it makes you feel any better, we can pack some essentials in the morning, just in case?” You suggest, and you grin as his face lights up eagerly, all signs of worry and stress leaving his soft features. “Now come here.” You command, patting the empty bed space beside you. “We have roughly two months until this little one is born, and we still haven’t decided on a name yet!”

Roger launches himself onto the bed, flying over you and landing heavily on his side, the entire bed moving as he lands. You frown as you wobble unsteadily, the baby kicking your stomach in annoyance at her dad. “Alright, names, this I can do!” He promises, as he leans his head against his hand, propping his elbow up on his pillow and facing you. You slowly move down onto your side, mimicking his position and grinning at him.

“Well then, let’s hear what your suggestions are then. And no, before you ask, we are not naming her Rogerina.” You can see he’s about protest your decision, though you raise a challenging eyebrow, and you watch as the fight quickly leaves him.

“Fine, how about Galileo? I never did find out who Galileo was…” He trails off, and you smack his bicep, at a complete loss for words at his stupidity, surely Brian had told him exactly who Galileo was?

“Galileo Galilei, was for starters a man, and is one of the most famous astronomers to have ever lived! Honestly Roger, did you pay any attention is school?” You groan deeply, pressing your palm over your eyes.

Roger looks at you seriously for a few moments, your explanation did sound oddly familiar, and he found himself remembering Brian all but yelling at him in the recording studio after having asked who Galileo was, he felt he had a right to know who he was considering he had been singing his name non-stop for the past hour! “Alright fine then, so you don’t like Rogerina, and you don’t like Galileo, I’m running out of names here Y/N!”

“How about we compromise hm? If we ever get a dog, then we can call him Galileo or her Rogerina, how does that sound?” He’s going to drive you insane at this rate, the temptation to just leave and live out the rest of your life in Antarctica was becoming more and more appealing by the second.

“Sold!” He cheers, as he leans over and presses a soft kiss against your lips, pulling away before either of you can take it any further. You pull your hand away from your face, eyes falling on his as you both just lay on the bed together, neither talking, just enjoying the comfort of being close to one another. “On a serious note, how about Lillian? Or Charlotte?” He smiles, reaching out and resting a hand against your rounded stomach, rubbing your bump through your cotton shirt, which was at least three sizes too big for you, but was ever so comfortable to sleep in.

“Where did those names come from?” You tilt your head slightly to look down at his calloused hand against you stomach, placing your free hand over his.

He looks up at you, shrugging his shoulders in response. “Honestly I’m not sure. I think there might have been a Charlotte at the studio we last recorded in, and Lillian, well I know you love lilies, so it seemed fitting.” There’s a blush creeping up his neck, and slowly spreading over his cheeks as he explains his name suggestions, and you can’t help but smile, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. Sometimes you forget just how romantic Roger can truly be. He always puts on such a tough exterior, but every now and then he does something so extraordinarily sweet and thoughtful, that you almost forget that he’s the same person.

“Both names are beautiful Rog, maybe she could be Lillian Suzanne Taylor? My Nana was named Suzanne, and I wouldn’t mind incorporating a name from my family.” You bite your lip as you wait for him to mull over your daughter’s future name.

“Taylor? We’re going with my last name?” He asks, eyes shining in the dim light of the room.

You frown in confusion. “Of course Taylor, I mean I know we aren’t married, or even engaged. But I figured one day we might be, and I thought it could be nice to have our daughter have your last name, that way in the future we will all be Taylor’s…” You ramble, feeling your face flush in embarrassment. Maybe this was the wrong assumption to make? The pregnancy itself had been a bit of a surprise, though you had both decided it would work out for the best. Marriage, however, hadn’t been mentioned in anything other than fleeting conversations about the distant future. Roger’s lips are covering yours suddenly, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as you feel what you assume are tears running down your cheeks. They aren’t your tears though, these are all Roger’s. He pulls away from your lips, his baby blues swimming with unshed tears, before he moves down the bed somewhat, resting both of his hands on either side of your stomach.

“You hear that, you’re going to be Lillian Suzanne Taylor! And when you’re born, I’m going to propose to your mother, and then we’ll be a family on paper as well as in practise! And then when we get the dog, we’ll be a perfect family!” He gushes, pressing kisses to your stomach, as you run your hand through his blonde locks.

“So, you’re going to marry me, are you?” You tease, as he finally pulls away from your stomach, where he had been mumbling sweet nothings to your unborn daughter. He looks up at you with a shy smile playing on his lips.

“Well, I had planned on doing so. I don’t have a ring or anything at the moment, but say for instance I was to propose to you, would you say yes?”

You grin at him. “Of course I would say yes you idiot!” You giggle, as your lips meet once more, his hands resting against your hips as he slides you closer to him.

“Cool, good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.” He smirks, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I love you Y/N, I love you with my entire being.” He whispers, holding you closer, pressing soft kisses to your nose.

“I love you too Roger, and I know you’re going to be an amazing father when the time comes.” You assure him, as you scrunch up your nose at his kisses.

You lay in his embrace, both dozing on and off until the early hours of the morning, neither of you bothering to crawl back under the doona covers you had stripped off earlier, and despite the bedside lamp glaring into your eyes, you didn’t want to disturb Roger and ask him to turn it off. “Psst, Rog are you awake?” You murmur against his ear, watching as a sleepy frown slips over his brow.

“Mhm, I’m awake.” He all but yawns in response, his arms instinctively pulling you closer to him. He blinks his eyes open, searching for you for a moment, his glasses askew on his face from where he had pressed up against the pillow.

“Do you know if we still have any mint ice cream in the freezer?” You ask, the question catching him off guard, and you watch as the confusion crosses his face. “It’s not for me, it’s for Lillian!” You quickly defend, knowing he’s only seconds away from moaning about your ridiculous cravings. He rolls away from you to face the edge of the bed, pushing himself up to stand, all the while muttering under his breath about the injustice of the world. You close your eyes as he shuffles out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

“Stop complaining! Do it for your daughter!” You laugh out to him when you hear the freezer door close rather sharply.

“If my daughter isn’t careful, she will be called Galileo and the dog can be Lillian!” He calls back.

“Not gonna happen!” You giggle, as you wriggle up into a sitting position, tapping your fingers lightly against your stomach, feeling Lillian kick at the sensation. “We’re so excited to meet you Lillian, and you’re going to have the most amazing daddy in the world.” You whisper, as you settle back with a content smile on your lips, knowing that your little family was going to be just perfect.

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