#can we come to a consensus on a name faster i have to tag them somehow (joke)

[stick-named-figure]

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[pascalispretty]

each man's mad desire

General Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Marcus Acacius is a conqueror. You invite him to conquer you.

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags: marcus fucks a nymph, predator/prey, knifeplay, blood, thigh riding, rough sex, sorta consensual-non-consent? Reader very explicitly wants him and invites him to hunt her down. Marcus has an unfashionably huge dick.

A/N: I swore I wasn't going to write for another character from an unreleased film, yet here we are. I loved studying Classics, so there are easter eggs within for those familiar with mythology. "Nymph" is more Greek than Roman, but it's also the better-known version of the word. Barcinus is a completely made-up cognomen for him (from the Latin name for Barcelona). Ichor is a Greek concept, but too delicious not to borrow here. Big dicks really were considered unattractive - it was a sign of barbarism to have a big penis. Title from Book IX of The Aeneid. Painting is 'The Charmer' by John William Waterhouse. (ao3)

The battle is won, the men are settled, and General Marcus Acacius is restless. He wears the efforts of the day in the blood and grime and sand coating his skin, the ache in his muscles. The city is retaken. The barbarians have been slaughtered or captured. He knows he should rest.

And yet, he wanders.

The camp is close by the beach. As he walks, the sound of the army behind him fades away, drowned out by the sound of the sea. The inviting aroma of the campfires and roasting meat is replaced by the smell of salt. There are sentries out here, somewhere in the night. He pays them no mind; he wishes to be alone. Grass turns to sand underfoot and still Acacius walks on. At the edge of the sea, he pauses briefly.

Across the Great Sea, to the east, stands Rome. It’s veiled by darkness and distance, but he turns to look for it anyway. He misses it the way a loyal son misses a beloved father. Word of a great victory will travel before him, the whispers moving faster than any army can.

When he returns home, he hopes he will be warmly welcomed. Those seeking to ride his skirts into Imperial favour will doubtless fall over themselves to praise him, at least. They will preen and flatter, and he will nod humbly and thank them.

“The Gods were with me.” It is always his answer, when asked of his victories. It is a clean answer. Men praise him for his piety; they do not imagine the lives he has sacrificed, the atrocities he has committed, the horrors of sacking a city. The Gods were with him; he does not have to speak of loosing his men like feral dogs upon innocents, of slaughtering barbarian sons so they cannot grow up to seek their vengeance on Rome.

Acacius turns and walks down the beach, leaving the camp behind him. The silvery light of the stars and moon light his path along the coast. He simply enjoys being away from all others, the crash of the waves and his own footsteps the only noise he can hear. The ground to his right begins to rise, soft grass yielding to rock. He has no sense of how long he has walked for when the beach before him suddenly ends. The shoreline curves sharply inward, creating a rocky inlet.

He has no desire to turn back now. Perhaps the path reemerges on the other side. He follows the curve of the stone inward. Ahead, he can see the path sloping down towards the waterline, leading towards the dark mouth of a cave. The tide is coming in; the water at the entrance to the grotto must be at least knee-deep.

Acacius is turning to leave when he notices her.

The inlet in the rock forms a pool at the entrance to the cave. Even in the silvery moonlight, the water looks beautiful and clear. It should not surprise him that a maiden might come to bathe there, away from prying eyes.

For it is a maiden that stops him in his tracks, fixes his boots to the stone. Her back is turned to him; she is perched atop a rock, her bare feet dangling in the saltwater of the pool. Now that he is aware of her, he thinks he hears her singing over the sounds of the waves, a melody he does not recognise.

An honourable man would depart. Acacius can only see her back, but she must be noble. Her dress is so white it is almost blinding, even in the starlight. Her feet are bare, but he spies a pair of finely-wrought sandals on the rocks beside her. Certainly a noble lady then.

His mind is made up to leave.

And at that very moment, she turns.

***

You had not expected to be discovered. Perhaps you might have toyed with him if you had. You could have disguised yourself as a maiden in need of assistance, a princess cast ashore by a shipwreck. There are endless amusements to be found among the mortals.

Yet he has stumbled upon your grotto quite by accident, and from your first glimpse, he intrigues you.

Marcus Acacius Barcinus.

Something whispers his name to you; you know it as soon as you see him, just as you know he has dark hair threaded with grey. You allow a smile to play on your lips.

To his credit, this man does not move. Confronted with something so nakedly celestial, other men have lost their minds. What is it for a man to look upon the face of the divine? They do not always survive it. This one seems strong. He may yet survive you.

“Hail, noble General,” you start, turning in your seat on the rock so you may face him more directly. He is a handsome one. His lovely dark eyes drink you in from head to toe.

“You know me?” He manages after a moment. Not mad then, not yet anyway. You laugh, and he seems startled by the sound.

“I do.” Sliding off the rock you step into the water, your stola clinging to your skin. “General Marcus Acacius Barcinus, son of Gaius Acacius. Your piety is known.” He is always attentive with his sacrifices. You can smell the burning flesh and spilled wine dedicated to the heavens from here, in honour of his latest victory.

You take a few steps towards him. He’s still atop the rocky crest, almost looking down on you. You near the base of the slope, your skirts drying the moment they leave the water, and halt again. The mouth of the grotto is to your back; you can hear the lap of the waves echoing against the rocky walls.

“And which noble goddess do I have the honour of addressing?” He asks. You have many names, too many to sift through. A mortal wrote you into a poem once; you give him the name the poet gave you.

“I had not thought ever to look upon a nymph before.” There is something in the way he says it; a tone of disbelief colouring his voice. It’s as though he expects to wake up in his tent at any moment. In the dark violet light of twilight, the blood on his skin looks brown and rusty. You can almost taste the iron on the air.

“Are you content merely to look?” You ask him, a sly smile on your lips. You already know he is not. This man is a conqueror, and he is looking at you with all the intensity and desire of a man set upon conquest. He does not speak for a long moment. Perhaps he is afraid of offending you, of saying the wrong thing and finding himself transformed into a pig or sea foam.

You walk a little closer to him, emerging from the water. Closer now, the smell of him drowning out the salt of the sea. He reeks of man, of blood and sweat and such pure vitality you nearly stagger. He’s so breathtakingly alive. If all mortal men are thus, you understand why your sisters seek them out and take them to bed, even bear their children.

“I admire a man who knows how to take what he desires. A conqueror in all things,” you continue, feeling the warmth of his gaze as he watches the sway of your hips. Once you are an arm’s length away from him, you reach out. You cannot help it. He’s such a marvellous specimen of manhood, the kind that ought to be honoured with a kingdom or a divine son or his form traced in the stars.

He does not stop you when you rest your palm against the leather of his cuirass. It’s warm to the touch, whether from the heat of his body or a day of the sun beating down upon it. The black leather has a gilded woman’s face across the front; Minerva perhaps. It gives you pause. If he values Minerva and her strategies above Mars and his frenzy, he may not enjoy your games.

Nevertheless, you will not let the tastes of mortal men unnerve you. He watches you as you undo the knot at one shoulder, and wordlessly reaches to help you. Together, the two of you free him from his heavy armour. As he sets it down gently against the rock, you nearly choke on him. You can hear the thrum of his heart, smell the salt of his sweat, the iron in his blood.

You have never starved. Yet this conqueror of men is like being blessed with a feast and realising for the first time that you have been dying of hunger all your life. Freed from his heavy leathers, you step so closely to him that your glimmering white dress brushes against his filthy red tunic. You reach out to cup his jaw, enjoying the way his skin feels to your touch.

He swallows thickly, his lovely eyes searching your face.

“I want you.” He says it simply, though you know it must have taken courage. Men have died for such insults before. You let a smile curl around your lips.  

“Mars himself had my maidenhead. I do not submit easily to the advances of men.” Standing on tiptoe, you lean in until your lips nearly touch the shell of his ear. “If you want me, you will have to take me.”

It’s all the prompting you give him before you turn and run.

You run down the beach, back the way he came. You have more powerful kin who could outrun him with ease, if they chose. Minerva could be a continent away in moments, if she chose. You do not have their same powers; you might be fleeter of foot than a mortal woman, but you cannot transform yourself into a swan and fly back to the heavens.

Behind you, you hear Acacius’ feet pounding against the sand. The noise blurs with the roar of his heartbeat, thumping harder as he chases you. You run faster, pulling your skirts up with one hand so they cannot tangle around your legs. It has been far too long since you felt this exhilarated. Off in the distance, you can see the lights of his camp, the torches and bonfires burning brightly in the twilight.

You lose yourself to the chase, paying the distance no mind as you race down the beach. Sand flies up beneath your bare feet, gritty under your toes as you run. Something in you wants to turn around, to see if the handsome general is still close behind you. You can hear him well enough to know he is behind you, but not well enough to gauge the distance.

You don’t look. You only run.

Even though you had invited the hunt, desperately hoping to be caught, the hand that catches your waist surprises you. He seizes you by the waist and tackles you into the sand, pinning you beneath his muscular bulk. The feeling of being trapped sends a perverse thrill racing through you, something warm stirring in your belly.

Though he has caught you, you do not give in so easily.

You thrash underneath him, trying to throw him off you. Acacius is unyielding. His large hands grip your arms; his knees squeeze at your sides. You get one arm free and bring it up. You’re not sure what you intend to do; you don’t want to break him. Scratch him, perhaps? You never get the chance to find out.

Before you see him move, he seizes your arm and pins your wrist beneath his foot. One hand flies to your throat; the other draws a dagger from its sheath and holds the point against the swell of your breast.

For a long moment, you cannot breathe. The large hand at your throat squeezes just enough to threaten a loss of air. The foot on your wrist makes the delicate bones there grind together on just the right side of pleasure-pain. And oh, the blade at your heart. The tip pierces your skin and you don’t know whether to scream or cry or vomit from the shock.

You have never been so still in your life.

When has anything mortal ever pierced your skin? When has anything mortal managed to cut through the skin of your kith and kin? You have vague memories; bandaging Mars’ side after the great spearman Diomedes struck him outside Ilium. You watch in horror and awe as a bead of ichor seeps from the pinprick wound. Mars has made you bleed before, but you never thought a mortal might draw your glittering, golden blood.

You look up at him, your conqueror. He is panting hard, but his face shows no exhaustion; only determination. His eyes are nearly black with desire, and his lovely black and grey curls are damp with sweat. Gods, you want him. You want him to hunt you down as he would a deer, to throw you down and take you like some common mortal whore.

Watching you closely, Acacius eases his grip on your throat. A man used to gauging the weakness of his enemies has seen right through you in turn. He knows you do not need air to breathe. He knows he has done something astounding in the knife at your breast. He holds it steady as he reaches beneath the skirts of his tunic, pulling at the strings of his underthings. He pulls it free with a grunt and discards it beside you in the sand.

Free from its confinement, his manhood pushes against the skirt of his tunic. Something low in your belly twists in anticipation, slick coating the insides of your thighs. Your blood feels as though it’s boiling beneath your skin as Acacius grips the fine cloth of your stola in one filthy hand.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes upon,” he tells you, in all sincerity. You tremble underneath him as he pushes your skirts up around your waist, another bead of ichor welling up around the tip of the blade.

You gasp as the metal shifts, and his eyes flick to your face. Almost lovingly, his hand wraps around your throat again.

“Do you yield?” When no reply is immediately forthcoming, he presses his advantage. The hand at your throat and foot at your wrist push harder; more glittering blood beads at your breast. The surface tension finally breaks, sending the blood dripping down towards your neck.

“I yield.” In an instant, he relaxes his hold. The foot on your wrist disappears, as does the blade. The hand on your throat remains, tipping your head up so he can kiss you. He kisses like his master, Mars; hard and demanding. You return the kiss with bruising intensity, nipping at his lower lip. It seems only fair that you make him bleed a little, in turn.

His beard prickles against your skin, and you answer it by sliding your hand into his curls and pulling roughly. Acacius groans against your mouth, crushing himself closer to you and forcing your legs apart with his knee. His muscular thigh presses against your bare cunt, the pressure sending liquid fire dancing through your body. You rut up against his thigh eagerly, your slick smearing against his skin.

Acacius notices your movements, breaking off the kiss to stare at you. The raw lust in his eyes makes you keep going, rocking your hips desperately against him. His thigh flexes between your legs, and you groan loudly. Without taking his eyes off you, his hand drifts to cup your breast, tantalisingly close to the tiny wound on your unblemished skin.

“Are you going to stab me again, slayer of men?” You ask him, tauntingly. You wouldn’t mind if he did.

“No, dear mistress. I’ll watch you debase yourself on my thigh.” Oh, you want to keep him. Your sisters have kept mortals before; you remember well the fuss around sweet Hylas, cunning Ulysses. Your conqueror finds your nipple through the fine material of your dress, the flesh stiffening beneath his fingers as he toys with you.

Your hips roll easier, faster as you sink deeper into your pleasure. Every glide becomes slicker as you soak his skin. It’s been some time since you’ve so blatantly sought your own pleasure, and you welcome it back eagerly. That familiar tension is coiling tightly in your belly and sends you spiralling higher with every movement.

Acacius watches you with fascination. His own pleasure is forgotten for the moment, though you suppose he is enjoying this. Something divine rubbing against him like a cat in heat; no man alive would believe him if he told them. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps and you clutch at Acacius’ wrist to ground yourself. He’s so solid and warm to your touch; his vitality is unlike any aphrodisiac you have ever known.

It’s not long before you come with a cry, your nails digging into Acacius’ skin as you shudder against him. The fire in your belly burns through you, the heat of it radiating out to your fingertips. It leaves you boneless beneath your conqueror. He seizes the advantage, pulling your legs wider apart to slot his other leg between them.

You struggle. Why not? It amuses you to make him manhandle you into place. He pulls your legs wider with one hand. With the thumb of the hand at your breast, he presses just below the cut. The burst of pain makes you hiss. Cowed, you let him pull your legs apart, his eyes feasting on your cunt. You must look a mess, swollen and soaked.

Acacius lets go of your leg and pulls up the hem of his tunic. He’s big, unfashionably so for his countrymen. Beads of fluid leak from the reddened tip, and he swipes them away with his thumb. He settles himself between your thighs, and you gasp when he notches the blunt head of his cock against your entrance. Without warning or reprieve, he forces his cock inside you.

You throw your head back against the sand, stars exploding against your closed eyelids as you dance along the knife edge of pleasure and pain. A deep groan rumbles out of Acacius’ throat as he presses deeper, working against your tight muscles to seat himself within you. He’s unrelenting, his length thick and twitching as it fills you.

There’s no other word for it; you wail up at the star-strewn sky, pleasure flooding through you. Your body feels too small to contain the fire being stoked inside you, deep in your core. You pull at Acacius, nails clawing, dragging him down to kiss you. His lips meet yours in a messy crash, all tongues and teeth as he finally seats himself fully within you.

He barely allows you a moment to adjust. He retreats almost fully, his cock nearly leaving you completely, before sliding back in with one fluid stroke of his hips. You’re shaken by how willingly your body accepts him, colouring any pain with so much pleasure you barely notice the discomfort. His hand finds your throat again, squeezing just enough to make you feel lightheaded.

Acacius’ incursions become sharper, harder, as he finds his rhythm. Your hands slide under the hem of his tunic to clutch at his back, your nails leaving behind tiny red crescents in his skin. Every breath you take is shared by him, your mouths so close together you can taste the wine lingering on his tongue. The two of you move together, your moans melting into one another as you fuck like animals in the sand.

It doesn’t take him long to send you over the edge again. Bliss wipes all words from your mind; you can only lie there and let your release crash over you. The ichor in your veins feels like it’s singing. Acacius looks down on you in awe, and it only drives you higher. You want to keep him. The Heroic Age is too far past; the world is lacking for heroes. Perhaps you and Acacius can make a few; handsome, strong boys, half-god children who reflect their father’s divine favour.

“Would you give me sons, Acacius?” You ask, breathless at his onslaught. Your foreheads are pressed together still; you cannot see the look on his face. He groans sharply, his hands clutch tighter at you. Is that a yes? What greater blessing to a pious man than a son born to a goddess.

He certainly shows no signs of stopping. He fucks you with the same vigour he fights with. You feel like you’re floating, high above your own body, lost completely to pleasure. Jupiter himself could command you to stop, and you’d be unable to obey. You grow restless beneath him. His hand has slackened around your throat, so you lean down to lick a line across his neck. The taste of salt and iron explodes across your tongue, so delicious that you have to force yourself not to sink your teeth in.

Acacius grunts above you, forcing you back down against the sand. His hips are stuttering; a sign that he’s close to his own release. You want to cry, want to prolong this as much as possible, but you know he has limits. Your sisters have pushed mortal men too far before; you will not make the same mistake, not with so delicious a playmate.

Instead you spur him on. Your nails dig harder into his back, making him groan sharply. His short, desperate thrusts make your eyes roll back into your skull as he touches something deep and private within you, unknown to anyone else.

“I- I must-” He starts, words failing him as he chases his release. You pepper his face with kisses, nip at his kiss-swollen lips.

“You must,” you agree. “I want you to fill me up.” You’re both breathless, barely any air between your bodies to breathe. One of your hands slides into his curls, pulling at them. You guide his head down until your lips are at his ear again.

“I could give you a son,” you whisper. “But only if you finish inside me. Claim me; mark me as yours. Conquer me.”

He tips over the edge with a loud groan, his hips stuttering as he comes. You can feel his cock twitch inside you as he does, filling you with his seed. Perhaps something might catch; he seems virile enough. You cradle his head against the crook of your neck as he catches his breath, his body heavy as he relaxes on top of you.

“Noble Acacius,” you murmur fondly, stroking his curls. “Marcus. What do you make of your new conquest?” He is quiet for a long moment. The crash of the waves fills the silence, the tide drawing closer. Soon, the two of you will have to move.

“I shall never know another victory like it.”

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Tagging some people who might be interested: @iamasaddie (per their request for Acacius filth) @avengersfan25 @misscharlielulu @apenny4thots @its-nebuleuse

[toji-sweetheart]

Do you think Toji and Shiu would be into somno? I feel like they really would be, especially if they've been away for so long on a job and had your consent.

As soon as they saw you laying in the sheets of their bed, they wouldn't be able to resist touching you. Missing you for so long, it would start simple. One leaving a kiss on your forehead and the other on your cheek. Fingers running down your arm and through your hair. Just enjoying being able to see and touch you again.

And then those fingers would slip under the shirt you're wearing (one of theirs of course) to start teasing you but they'd be stopped by you letting out a little moan in your sleep. Was that their names? Their pretty girl missing them so much, she's having naughty dreams about them? Best believe they're gonna start seeing how long they can get you riled up before you wake up. One at your breasts and the other eating you out. And then they're gonna make sure they act out whatever dream you were having, after they make sure you tell them what it is while they see how many times they can make you cum from their mouths alone.

18+ only content - mdni

the way I just sat and read this over and over again because wtf this is just so djkntrr I want to eat this ask lmaoooo I also ripped my fake nails off so I could type this faster

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + consensual somnophilia + some mxm action

Whenever Toji and Shiu both had to leave for a job your shared home felt hollow, and so did your chest. Coming home after work wasn't fun because they weren't there to greet you with hugs and kisses.

The only way you could see them was on FaceTime calls and that was rare so you opted to text both letting them know how much you missed their hugs and being snuggled between your hunky mans.

"Our pretty girl misses us." Shiu murmured lighting the end of his cigarette in the dark, the cherry end illuminating his face as he looked down at Toji's phone that was filled with your heart felt messages.

A particular passage caught both men's attention. "She gave us her permission to play with her if we get home and she's sleeping, not sure what we did to deserve her, but damn we're going to marry her."

Shiu couldn't agree more with Toji's statement.

You reread the message as you lay in bed wearing one of their shirts, you weren't sure whose it was nor did you care, it smelt like them both further hollowing out your chest as you wished they were home.

Lucky for you, your wish came true.

They both finished up earlier than expected and were able to head home, for sure breaking a few traffic laws to finally be where they wanted to be the most.

The house was silent as Toji unlocked the front door shutting it quietly as he and Shiu kicked their shoes off looking around for any sign of you and when they noticed that all the lights were off.

Making their way further into the house they stopped in the doorway of your shared bedroom to see you snuggled in the middle of the bed holding Shiu's pillow sleeping while tossing and turning.

Each move and twist hiked up the shirt you wore revealing more of your skin to them, something they missed touching and kissing.

Toji was the first one inside the bedroom perching as gently as he could on the edge of the bed to lean down and kiss your forehead as Shiu followed suit leaning down to peck your cheeks and jaw.

They watched you for a moment longer and began touching you, Toji trailed his fingers up and down your arm while Shiu moved to graze his palm up your thigh hearing you sigh softly and moan their names.

Shiu cocked his head with a smirk and looked at Toji.

He pushed the shirt up higher letting Toji finish bunching it up over your bare breasts to see your nipples harden from the cool air. Toji leaned down unable to help himself and drew the bud in his mouth.

Suckling softly while his fingers pinched and played with the others hearing you gasp as Shiu busied himself with kissing up your thighs until he reached your cunt where he placed a series of soft kisses all over before letting his tongue loll out and lick a wide stripe slowly.

Your eyes fluttered open the moment Shiu flicked your clit sending a shockwave of pleasure to shoot through you. "Toji...Shiu..." You groaned seeing them pleasuring you like it was their job.

Toji pulled away with a string of saliva to kiss his way up to your mouth as he slid his hand under your head. "Hi, princess. Miss us?"

There was no way you could answer when Shiu slid two thick fingers inside you with a wet squelch as he made out with your pussy making it a mess as you clung to Toji. "We missed you too, heard you moaning for us in your sleep, need us that bad? What were you dreaming about?" Toji asked with a slight chuckle.

Your face burned hot with bliss and at being caught having a wet dream about them. "Let her talk Shiu." He told his friend who didn't hear him, his hands were keeping your thighs apart as he devoured you like he hasn't had a good meal in years, he couldn't pull away.

He pulled back, his face slick with your arousal as you leaned up to kiss Toji and then Shiu tasting yourself. "Mhm, I dreamt that you two were eating me out at the same time." You confessed clinging to them both grateful to have your men home where they belonged.

Shiu ran his hand over your head pulling you closer as he kissed you deeply, pouring his emotions into the act making you lose your breath before he laid you back and spread your legs obscenely wide.

You watched with bleary eyes as he and Toji lay between your thighs kissing each one until Toji reached your pussy first tasting you with long licks that made your thighs quiver then you felt Shiu join in.

Their tongues glided against each other in a silent fight to make you cum as you humped their faces slowly while tugging on their hair. "So good please don't stop." You begged with a whine feeling pleasure build up intensely until your clit was throbbing and you were coming.

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Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 1.4k

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, slight hand job, rough blow job, deep throating, face fucking, taunting, throat bulge, cum swallowing, alludes to pussy eating, slight fluff

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"Come over here and get on your knees", I snap, pointing to the spot in front of my computer chair

She looks down as she comes over and goes on her knees in front of me

She knows she's in trouble

All I wanted was for her to cuddle me while we watched a movie with the guys

Instead she whined about how clingy I was and called me a baby for wanting her to hold me

Yeah I know I can be overbearing and clingy sometimes but she didn't have to say that shit in front of the guys

Who laughed at me

When I glared at her, leaned forward and asked her "What did you say?", she knew she was fucked

I stood up and started for my room, knowing she'd follow

She tried to apologize when we got to my room but I stopped that shit right away

I don't want to hear apologies right now

"You want to have such a smart fucking mouth, how about you use it in a productive way?", I snap

She swallows, nodding

"You know what to do"

Her hands reach up, fingers going in my sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down, freeing my cock

I lift my ass off the chair so she can pull my pants all the way down

"Get me hard"

Her hand wraps around my semi hard length, stroking up and down

A hum of pleasure spreads through me, my cock becoming harder with each jerk

She spreads the cum at my head, her hand moving faster, twisting as she does, feeling so good

"Suck on my head"

Her pretty mouth wraps around my head, her tongue lavishing licks right before she sucks softly, her hand still moving

"Fuck", I groan, tilting my head back, "Take more"

Her mouth opens wider, pushing down on my dick, her tongue on my underside as her sucking gets faster

"Good girl", I praise her as the pleasure increases

One thing about my naekkeo, she's good at sucking cock

It shocked me when she told me it's one of her favorite things to do to me

And I get all the blow jobs I want

She looks at me as she blows me and I point down

She understands and sinks her mouth lower, my head poking into her throat

She chokes, making me smirk

I love hearing her choke and gag and she likes it too

She knows that if it's too much she can just get off my dick, I won't stop her

I have a big dick that's on the thicker side and I don't want to hurt her

I never want to hurt her

"More", I snap, pushing her hand off me, "Take it all"

She slowly moves, and I watch my cock disappear into her mouth

Her throat open for my length and it feels phenomenal, her eyes flooding with tears

She bottoms me out, holding herself on my cock, her throat spasming around me

"That's it", I murmur, holding the back of her head, "Now bob"

She slides up until she's almost off my cock, then I shove her back down, fucking right into her throat

She gags, spit flying everywhere

Letting go, she slides back up and I shove her back down, bottoming out in one move

We move this way, me pushing her back down, taking my cock deep in her throat

She grips my thighs hard, her choking sounds so fucking beautiful, her eyes pouring tears

"Now you're putting that mouth to good use", I snap, loving the sight of her head moving up and down, the bliss so intense

She moans around my cock, the vibrations running up my spine, making a tingly feeling in my body I enjoy

"You have the fucking nerve to call me a baby and clinging when I just want to be near you, now you can choke on cock", I snarl, shoving her down and holding her there, "Choke right now"

She does, her throat spasming around me, her nails digging into my skin as her eyes squeeze shut

She breathes in through her nose, trying to get her throat to settle but it's not working

I pull her head up, letting her breath for a few seconds

She looks up at me with her watery eyes but I just scoff, "Again"

Driving her head down, I enter her throat fully, making her choke on my cock again

I do this a few times, the sight and sound of her gags such a turn on

Deciding she needs a small break, I pull her off my dick, globs of spit everywhere, some connecting my cock to her mouth

It's so hot

"Lick my cock", I demand

She leans forward, her tongue running up my length slowly, my body trembling from the pleasure

She licks all the way to my head, flicking the underside then moves back down licking up again and again, pressing kisses and sucks against my dick as her tongue moves

"Taste", I tell her

She nods, her tongue lapping at my slit, licking up my leaking cum

"Good?"

Her drenched eyes find mine, nodding, her tongue flicking over and over

"Want my cum?"

"Yes", she croaks

I nod, "Open and go down halfway. I'm gonna fuck your throat"

She nods, doing exactly as I instructed

"Good, now keep that fucking mouth open"

Holding her head in place, I thrust my hips up, burying my cock in her throat, bliss taking over

"All I wanted was to give you affection", I grunt, fucking into her throat with each word, listening to the wet sound of her throat along my cock, "I just wanted some affection and you were being so mean about it"

Leaning forward, I move my free hand against her throat, feeling it bulge with each thrust of my cock

Fuck, I love that

"Making fun of me in front of the guys. Not very nice"

Tears are cascading down her face like a waterfall as she takes the throat pummeling I'm giving her, her eyes apologizing to me

"I know you're sorry naekkeo", I tell her, "But you shouldn't have done it in the first place"

I drive my cock into her throat, each stroke getting me closer to snapping

"You're gonna be a good fucking girl and swallow all the cum I give you. Got it"

She moans, nodding, her mouth watering around my dick

I shove up, burying down her throat, ecstasy blinding me as I cry out, my entire body shaking, my cum spurting

She swallows on my coming dick over and over, the tightness of it so overwhelming but so fucking amazing

I can't think, I can only feel

My hand loosens in her hair as I finish but to my surprise her mouth starts sucking desperately

Overstimulation hits me, slight pain mixed with pleasure but it feels so fucking good, I don't want her to stop

I watch her suck my dick desperately, feeling myself getting harder and harder in her throat

After a few minutes, I'm fully hard again, in awe that she actually got me hard after an orgasm

Normally I need like ten to fifteen minutes but this was more like five

She's amazing

I stop her, pulling her off my dick and she sits back on her heels, looking up at me with those perfect eyes, breathing hard, her face a mess of tears, spit and cum

"Have you learned your lesson?", I ask her

She nods, biting her lip

"Are you gonna fuck with me again?"

She shakes her head, croaking, "No Sannie"

"Good girl", I tell her, reaching to my desk and getting the bottle of water I left there last night

I give it to her, "Drink naekkeo"

She takes it and downs the whole bottle

"Did I hurt you?", I ask worried

She shakes her head, "No Sannie"

I nod, relieved, "I think you deserve to cum now"

She nods, excitement in her eyes, "Yes Sannie"

"Get undressed then lay on the bed with your legs open", I tell her, "I'm gonna eat your pretty pussy, then after you cum, I'm gonna fuck you and you'll cum on my cock"

Her eyes widen and she nods, immediately standing up

I watch her strip for me, then get on my bed, her legs open

Standing, I pull my shirt off, then go to her, leaning over her

"I love you naekkeo"

"I love you Sannie"

Bending down, I kiss her, pouring all my love into it with her kisses me back the same way

Then I kneel on the floor, keep her legs open and bury my tongue in her sweet pussy

[camaro-and-smokes]

Fever dream | Chapter 2 / 2

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington,Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Smut, No plot, Fever Dreams, Harringroveson, Harringrove, Mungrove, Gay Billy Hargrove, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Service Top Steve Harrington, Service Top Eddie Munson, Everything is consensual, which is why traffic light system or safe words aren’t used, Hey this is a dream remember and Billy likes everything that’s done to him in perfect measure, Threesome - M/M/M, Boys Kissing, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Facials, Edge-play, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, BDSM, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Name-Calling, Humiliation, Face Slapping, Slapping, Choking, Spit-roasting, Double Penetration, Double Anal Penetration, Anal Fisting, This is pure self-indulgent smut, I wrote this for myself but you can read it too

Notes: I know there are a lot of tags but please read them in full before reading to avoid any triggers.

Chapters: [CH 1] | CH 2 / 2

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They laid on the bed, all three of them resting to have energy for another round. Billy was in the middle, his head on Eddie’s chest, tucked under his arm. Steve was cuddling Billy as a big spoon, leaning on his own arm, playing with Eddie’s hair, his and Billy’s legs tangled. Billy traced the tattoos on Eddie’s chest with his finger, brushing Eddie’s nipple as he passed it by, making him let out a tired groan. “Don’t tease me like that, precious,” Eddie said, tired. “Come on, I’m ready to play some more,” Billy whined. “Oh, are you?” Steve asked and kissed Billy’s neck. “Why don’t we let Eddie rest then a bit more. I can play with you.” “Yes, please,” Billy said, and pushed his ass against Steve’s hard dick.

“Stay right there on your side, gorgeous,” Steve said, and took Billy’s cock in his hand. He started to slowly pump it, teasing the tip and the slit from time to time with his thumb and kissing Billy’s neck again as he picked up the pace a little, making the cock in his grip twitch. He moved to kiss Billy’s shoulder, and bit on it. Billy moaned at the sudden pain. It added to the arousal in his loins, and he let his breath out through his teeth. “Shh, we don’t want to wake Eddie up, do we?” Steve whispered, keeping the pace of his hand steady. “Just stay quiet so we can play.” Billy bit his lip so hard he could taste the iron in his mouth. Steve’s hand on his dick was ruthless, pushing him towards his release faster than he wanted. “I... please, I don’t want to.” Steve eased his pace. “You thought I’d let you come just like that? No, no, gorgeous. Just enough to get you ready.” He let go of Billy’s cock, and grabbed the back of his right knee, lifting the leg up. “Keep it up.”

Steve guided his dick to Billy’s entrance and teased it by pushing the tip in, then pulling it away. When he repeated it, Billy let out a frustrated grunt. Steve slapped the inside of Billy’s thigh, very close to his dick. “You’re so impatient. I’ll give it to you, but you have to ask for it. What do you say?” Billy grunted again, frustrated but wanting to prolong the play at the same time. “Give it to me.” “Now, now, that’s rude,” Steve said and slapped the thigh again. This time, the slap was harder and made Billy yelp. It stung pleasurably, so close to Billy’s balls that it was scary - and it made it all the better. “Say please.” Billy scrunched his face and let out short, frustrated breath. Steve slapped the thigh again even harder. The pain made Billy clench his hands into tight fists, and his vision was full of stars for a moment. The pain made his hard-on delicious, and he couldn’t help but to give in. “Please,” he moaned.

“Good boy,” Steve chuckled, and guided his dick inside Billy. He pushed himself easily inside the already loose and slick hole. Billy spread his legs a bit to have Steve go deeper. “Yeah, keep that leg up, our little whore. You want me fully inside, as close as I can be, don’t you?” “Yes,” Billy panted. “You’re so wet, Eddie’s cum still dripping from you,” Steve said as he started thrusting. “What a whore. You beg for having two men inside you, taking you at the same time from both ends. And when you get what you want, you’re already asking for more,” he hissed in Billy’s ear. Steve’s crotch slammed against Billy’s ass mercilessly. Billy tried to keep quiet, just like Steve had told him to, but being dicked down so hard made it impossible to keep his head still on Eddie’s chest and not to gasp shamelessly each time Steve hit his prostate.

Steve stopped pounding into Billy just bare moments before Billy would’ve come. “Let’s breathe a little, gorgeous,” Steve panted into Billy’s ear. “I’m not letting you come yet.” He kissed Billy’s shoulder, and wrapped his arm under Billy’s knee, pulling the leg against him, spreading Billy’s legs even wider. “I want to be as deep as I can.” Billy closed his eyes, loving the feeling of having Steve fully inside him, all still. “I want to stay like this.” “Me inside you?” Steve asked softly. “Yeah,” Billy said, turning his torso so that they could kiss. The position was awkward, but Steve’s kisses were always worth it. Steve broke the kiss and instead kissed Billy’s neck, allowing Billy to return to his side. He caressed Billy’s thigh up and down with his hand and nuzzled his nose onto Billy’s neck. “I want to stay inside you for forever, gorgeous. Just like this.” Once their breathing had settled, Steve started thrusting again, this time slower. “Don’t you dare turn this into mushy lovemaking,” Billy scolded Steve, letting out a laugh. “It isn’t what I ordered.” Steve let go of Billy’s leg and slapped the thigh, again barely missing Billy’s balls. “Who said anything about lovemaking? I’m about to rail you. I just needed a moment,” Steve hissed into his ear, and started pounding into him.

“Is he complaining again?” Eddie growled. “Yes.” Eddie opened his eyes and saw Billy grinning at him - well, as much as he could grin from all the pleasure that had his eyes rolling over. “You cheeky little bitch,” Eddie scolded Billy, and slapped his cheek, making him yelp. “Good. Now, be a good hole and stop being so greedy.” He got up to sit up on the bed, forcing Billy to lean to his elbow to stay on his side. “I want to see you getting railed, not hear you making demands.” “I’m...I’m...” Billy started panting, and Steve stopped immediately. “No. You’re not. Not until I tell you,” Steve said with a smirk. “I’m going to keep edging you as long as I like.” Billy laid down and buried his head into the pillow, groaning frustrated. “Look at him. He still keeps acting out. Can you believe that?” Steve said to Eddie. “He’s feisty today. Maybe we should try something else? Something to shut his mouth so he can’t talk back?” “Yeah, that should do it.”

“Precious,” Eddie said, petting Billy’s hair. “Because you aren’t behaving I need to fill your mouth.” Billy opened his eyes and looked up at Eddie, licking his lips. Eddie shook his head, but couldn’t keep a straight face. “You really deserve a railing. Teaches you some manners.” He leaned on the headboard and pumped his semi-hard dick. “Come on, get up. Let’s start with this and see if it’s enough to shut your mouth.” Billy leaned up on his elbow and took Eddie’s dick into his mouth. “Keep going deeper,” Eddie said, and pushed Billy’s head down to have him take more of his dick in. Billy obeyed, feeling yet again the familiar tingle in his groin. He let out muffled moans at the pace of Steve’s thrusts and moved on Eddie’s dick at the same pace. Eddie fucked into Billy’s mouth a little, making him gag from time to time when Steve thrust in him so hard that the Eddie’s cock hit the back of his throat. Drool dripped from the sides of his mouth, making Eddie’s cock and balls wet. “I like those sounds a lot better, precious,” Eddie said and yet again petted Billy’s hair. Then he grabbed a fistful of the hair and pulled his off his dick. “Suck my balls.” Billy took the other one in his mouth, gently rolling his tongue around it and making Eddie let out a hiss. He sucked it, let go and sucked it again, and lazily rolled it on his tongue from time to time. Then he took the other one in his mouth and repeated the action to it as well. “Jesus Christ, your mouth is heavenly, precious,” Eddie moaned. “He knows how to use it,” Steve said. “Don’t you, gorgeous?” “Mm-hmm,” Billy agreed.

“I’m warning you,” Steve said, “I’m about to come, and I don’t know if I want to keep myself from coming. You want to continue?” Billy let go of Eddie’s balls. “Yeah.” He looked up at Eddie, fluttering his lashes. “Can we?” “Oh, yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Go ahead, Steve. I’ll take over from here.” Steve started pounding into Billy with a new vigor. Soon, he was grunting and thrusting himself as deep as he could until he was spent and panting. “Oh, you’re so good, gorgeous,” he said and kissed Billy’s shoulder, pulling out from him. He pulled back on the mattress, and reveled at the view of his own cum dripping out of the hole. “Oh, gorgeous, this is so beautiful,” he said, and leaned in to lick the cum off where it trickled on Billy’s ass, teasing the sensitive area around the hole with his tongue at the same time. It made Billy clench himself, and Steve chuckled. “You enjoy whatever Eddie comes up with, gorgeous. I’m going to lie down for a bit.”

“Okay, come up here,” Eddie said and pulled Billy off of his dick. Billy sat up on the bed and Eddie tapped his lap. “Here, on my lap.” Billy straddled Eddie and sat down on his dick. Eddie placed his hands on Billy’s hips. “Precious, you do the work.” Billy set his hands on Eddie’s shoulders to balance himself and started moving up and down on Eddie’s cock. “It won’t...” Eddie slapped Billy’s cheek again. “What did I just say to you about talking not five minutes ago?” Billy bit his lip to keep himself from grinning too widely. “You won’t come until I say so. Is that clear?” “Ye—yes,” Billy said between pants. “Good. Now keep that pace up, precious.”

Billy looked at Steve, who was laying next to them. When Billy saw him looking back, he smiled. Steve lowered his gaze onto Billy’s dick. He leaned on Eddie’s shoulder. “Well, I could help you tease him a bit more,” Steve said, and grabbed the dick in his hand. Billy let out a moan and closed his eyes. “I can’t stop it...” Eddie put three fingers into Billy’s mouth. “Do not make a sound, whore. You’re not coming yet. Especially now. Hold back.” Billy was on the brink of coming, but held the orgasm back even though it would’ve been glorious to come right there. But it got harder and harder to hold it back with each pump of Steve’s hand, and each time Eddie’s cock hit his prostate. He bit Eddie’s fingers to help him hold back. “Precious, you look so pretty there on my dick. And yours in Steve’s hand. Makes me wanna cum inside you, again.” Billy whined unashamedly. Eddie began to push back each time Billy moved down, meeting him in the middle and making him pant harder. “Alright, you can come,” Eddie finally said, making Billy let out a moan and pick up his pace. “Oh, you were so desperate. Come on, come for me, precious,” Eddie purred.

It didn’t take long for Billy to whine and moan out loud and his cum spread onto Steve’s hand and Eddie’s lap, the clenching of his hole with his orgasm making Eddie come. Steve let go of Billy’s dick and looked up at him, licking his cum from his hand. “You are so beautiful when you come, gorgeous.” “Yes, you are,” Eddie said, leaning his head against Billy’s chest and hugging him tight. “You’re such a good boy.” “I love you, babe,” Billy said, and leaned to kiss Eddie. He got up, leaving Eddie’s dick, and laid in between the two, facing Steve. “I love you, too, baby,” he said, smiling, and Steve kissed him. Billy tasted his own cum in his mouth and moaned. Steve smiled, wrapped his arm around Billy and pulled him close, pushing his leg between his. “Let’s rest awhile so we can finish this session,” he whispered, and kissed Billy’s forehead. “Do you like it so far?” Billy asked. “Gorgeous, the question is: do you like it?” Billy brushed his fingers through Steve’s chest hair. “Mm-hmm. I like it a lot.” Eddie spooned Billy from the back, stroking Billy’s side gently. “Good. We want you to feel good.” He kissed Billy’s shoulder and buried his face into Billy’s hair, moving his arm to rest on Billy’s side, his hand on Steve’s hip.

Billy woke up after a while to someone stroking his dick lazily. He let out a satisfied sigh. “Good, you’re awake, precious,” Eddie purred into his ear. “Shall we continue?” “Mmh, yeah,” Billy said, and turned on his back to kiss Eddie properly. “Are you ready for us both?” Steve whispered into Billy’s ear and bit his neck lightly. “Or should we stretch you a bit more?” “If you go in slowly, I think it should be okay,” Billy replied. “It’s quite loose already.” Steve let out a deep breath. “I can’t believe you’re allowing us to do this.” He bit his lip and looked at Eddie, placing his hand behind Eddie’s neck, and pulled him into a kiss. “You’re making me hard already,” Billy gasped, his cock twitching and hardening just from seeing the two kissing. Steve let go of Eddie and leaned down to kiss Billy, his hand wandering down Billy’s abdomen, over the happy trail and onto his dick. Eddie licked Billy’s cheek and forced Steve to move away from Billy’s lips at first, then pulling Steve back into sloppy kisses shared by them all.

Steve was the first to pull back, leaving the two kissing as he sat up and admired Billy’s hard-on. “You’re the only one who hasn’t had their dick sucked yet,” he said and leaned down to take Billy’s cock into his mouth. Billy closed his eyes and moaned into Eddie’s mouth. He placed his hand Steve’s head to make him take the dick deeper, but Steve pulled back off the dick and slapped the inside of Billy's thigh. "Hey, hands off, whore." Billy looked at him with a defiant smirk. "You're insatiable," Steve said, but couldn't hide a smile. He leaned back down, took the dick into his mouth, sucking it, his cheeks hollowing. He moved his hand to Billy’s hole, sliding four fingers in. He let go of Billy’s dick. “Would you like me to fist you a bit to make it easier, gorgeous?” “Yes, please,” Billy gasped.

When Steve pushed his whole hand three knuckles deep into Billy’s hole, Billy moaned. "Shh, shh," Eddie said, and kissed Billy again, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Steve moved his hand in and out slowly, making Billy pant harder with each move. "Just take it in, gorgeous," he whispered. When he finally clenched his hand into a fist and pushed it in, Billy’s eyes shot open and he moaned out loud. Steve chuckled. “Oh, I knew you would like this, you filthy whore. We’re going to rail you sore.” “Yes, please,” Billy whined. Steve took Billy’s dick back into his mouth and kept fisting him slowly, forcing his hole open wider. Eddie looked at Steve working on Billy and jerked his own dick to get it hard. “You’re so pretty, little whore. Just thirsting for us to fuck you raw, aren’t you?” he hissed into Billy’s ear. “Ahh, yeah. I want it so bad.” “Well, the hole is going to get it soon. Right, Steve?” Steve sat up and pulled his fist out of Billy. “I think he’s as ready as he can be.” He looked at Eddie. “You want to be on top or under?” Eddie smirked. “On top.”

Steve laid down on the end of the bed and Billy got up to straddle him. Steve guided his dick to Billy’s entrance while Eddie walked behind Billy. “Lean forward to take me in too, whore,” Eddie said, and slapped Billy’s ass. Billy did what Eddie told him to, and Steve pushed the tip of his dick inside Billy while Eddie did the same. Billy took them in, his eyelids fluttering, the two dicks stretching him wider than he’d ever been. “Oh, fuck, it’s so tight,” Steve hissed, his eyes closed, trying to familiarize himself with the feeling of another dick rubbing against his so tightly. Eddie placed his hands on Billy’s hips and pushed himself deeper, mouth open in a silent gasp, reveling in both the tightness and also the other dick moving against his. “God,” he gasped, leaning against Billy’s back. “This feels so fucking good. I almost want to come right now.” “Is it good for you, gorgeous?” Steve asked Billy, who was panting, his eyes tightly closed. “A-ha. I’m so full, and you push against my prostate so hard that I’m really not going to last long.” Steve grinned. “Hear that, Eddie? He won’t last long.” “Like we would let him come so easily,” Eddie laughed and stopped pushing. “We’re going to edge this whore a bit. Would the whore like that?” Billy nodded enthusiastically.

Steve thrust slowly, and Eddie matched his pace, making Billy groan loudly. Steve grabbed Billy’s throat with his hand, squeezing it tightly and slapping Billy’s cheek with his other hand. “Whore is to remain silent.” When Billy grinned, he slapped Billy’s cheek harder, and Steve stopped thrusting. “He’s acting out again,” Steve said, past Billy to Eddie. Eddie stopped his thrusts as well and slapped Billy’s ass hard, grabbing a fistful of Billy’s hair and tucking it tightly, making Billy yelp. “Shut your hole,” Eddie panted. “We’re busy with the other one here.” Billy bit his lip to keep himself from protesting again. "Are you going to behave from now on?" Steve asked Billy, who nodded. "What do you say?" "Please." Both Steve and Eddie started thrusting again, this time in turns, their dicks tightly brushing against each other inside Billy. Billy moved himself slowly against their thrusts, and he saw stars as the dicks inside him kept ruthlessly hitting the area around his prostate and the nub itself, making it hard for him to hold back.

"Jesus, this is the best hole I've ever had," Eddie panted, getting close to his own release. It didn't take long for all of them to pant on the brink of their releases. “Would the whore like to come?” Eddie whispered into Billy’s ear. “Mm-hmm,” Billy breathed out with a hitch and nodded vigorously. “Okay then, come, whore,” Steve hissed, and picked up the pace of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes,” Billy whined. His cum was released from his insides, and his breaths became harder as the two dicks inside him thrust faster and faster against his pushes, both Steve and Eddie groaning and moaning out loud, close to their own orgasms. When Billy’s cum shot between him and Steve, Eddie and Steve groaned for their own orgasms, convulsing inside Billy violently and filling him with their cum, making him ride his high longer than he’d ever done.

All finally spent, Billy laid down on Steve's chest, leaning his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. “That,” he said, “was amazing.” Eddie was the first to pull out. “Then we’ll do it again, precious,” he whispered into Billy’s ear, and kissed his back. “I’ll get tissues for you.” Billy pulled out from Steve’s softening dick and laid down next to him. Steve stretched his arm on the pillows, allowing Billy to snuggle on his chest, and wrapped the arm around Billy’s shoulder. “You were so good, gorgeous. You can have that any time you want. Just say the word.” Billy looked up at Steve with a smirk. “You liked it too?” “Uh, yes. It was first strange to have another dick rub against mine, but it felt great once I got used to it. How was it for you, Eddie?” Eddie sat on the bed and cleaned Billy. “I’d say that if it was up to me, that would be the only way we have sex from now on.” “I knew you two would be as filthy as me,” Billy laughed. “So, no dream plays anymore?” “No dreams, gorgeous,” Steve said, kissing Billy’s forehead. “Just whatever you want whenever you want. We're here to please you.”

[grapesodatozier]

so close to the real thing (closer than you think)

rating: explicit

word count: 6.8k

summary: Eddie's been pining over Richie for as long as he can remember. He loves everything about Richie; especially how much Richie loves touching him. It's a little inconvenient, though. Eddie copes with his pent up sexual tension by constantly checking a porn blog he's obsessed with on tumblr. This guy has the same type of body as Richie, he talks like Richie, his name is even Richie! It makes it all too easy for Eddie to pretend it really is Richie while getting himself off to all of the blog's content.

You'll never guess what he finds out when he starts sexting this stranger named Richie from his anonymous porn blog.

tags: friends to lovers, porn with feelings, love confessions, dom/sub dynamics, bi dom top richie, gay sub bottom eddie, the most oblivious pining idiots in the world lol we love them

notes: this is one of my more ridiculous ideas but I had so much fun with it lol. also as a note you probably should not approach people on the internet the way they do in this fic, but they're just v enthusiastic and everything here is v consensual!! still tho definitely don't take this indulgent fic as a guide on how to approach real people online lmao. okay have fun!!

read on ao3 or below!!

notsfw under the cut

Eddie Kaspbrak’s friends were his entire world; time spent with them meant everything to him. But he also really valued his alone time. He’d always been the sort who needed time to just sit on a grassy hill and watch the trains go by, to catch up on comics in his room, to get lost in Netflix shows or even just his thoughts as he moseyed around his apartment—one he live in by himself, for when these moods hit. He needed time to himself to unwind. And sometimes he unwound by scrolling through some porn blogs on tumblr with his hand in his pants.

There was one blog that he was particularly fond of. There were other blogs more catered to his personal interests, namely blogs that didn’t feature women like this one did. But there was a good balance of genders represented, so Eddie figured he could just scroll past those posts. This guy was worth it. His pictures were ridiculously hot, and his dirty talk was even hotter.

Also, his name was Richie. Which Eddie refused to acknowledge as part of the draw.

It was harder to ignore tonight. He’d been out with the losers, and Richie had just been so touchy. And there was something about the way he'd been talking; his voice was lower than normal, slower in a way that made Eddie’s stomach flip. And his touches had lingered, his hand squeezing Eddie’s hip slow, then lazily brushing against his ass as he dropped it. Eddie could hardly take it. He brushed it off as Richie just being tired from work, but god, Eddie wanted it to mean more. The hardest part was hiding how much he wanted Richie to keep doing it.

There were so many things Eddie wanted Richie to do to him. He wanted Richie to touch him harder, to grab him by his hips with both hands. Richie’s hands were so big; Eddie just knew Richie could manhandle him so easily, so roughly. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Richie’s hands all over him, grabbing at his ass and his thighs, holding his wrists down, making him feel so small. While Eddie would never admit it, huffing at every short joke Richie made, but he loved being shorter than Richie. He loved how safe he felt when Richie held him. And he was dying to know how small he would feel with Richie looming above him, or sitting in Richie’s lap, bouncing on his cock. He wanted to hear Richie talking to him in that low, slow voice, with that condescension Eddie did his best to pretend not to be affected by. He wanted Richie to whisper in his ear and call him all those pretty names he always dropped so casually, all those sweet ones and also ones that were a lot meaner. He wanted Richie to want him.

But it was easier to think about it than to ask for it. He knew Richie had way more experience than him. Well, okay, maybe not way more necessarily, but they were starting their third year of college, and he hadn’t wasted any time. Eddie, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything more than hand stuff with someone else. The guys he’d hooked up with were nice enough, and hot enough, but they just… weren’t Richie.

He supposed this guy on tumblr wasn’t Richie either, but at least he was everything else Eddie wanted. None of his hookups had been so, well, dominant, and that was this guy’s whole thing. He was dominant and a top and into guys that looked like Eddie. He even kind of talked like Richie, and he was apparently pining over his best friend, just like Eddie was. It had him completely smitten. Plus, internet-Richie’s crush had brown eyes like Eddie, and he ran track, just like Eddie did. Internet-Richie had posted once about his dick getting hard watching his friend at his track meet, and Eddie had come so hard that night, his track shorts around his ankles, imagining his Richie thinking those things about him.

Eddie was in bed now, in nothing but his boxers and one of Richie’s old shirts that had been Eddie’s for a while now. Still reeling from the way Richie had been acting that night, he logged into his porn account on his phone and scrolled through his dash for a grand total of thirty seconds before going immediately to internet-Richie’s blog. A thrill went through Eddie’s body when he saw that he had just posted. He’d written, “god my friends gonna fuckn kill me with that ass, i wanna plow him so bad” then reblogged it and added, “reminder that my asks and dms are always open if any pretty needy little subs need help getting off. please come be sluts in my messages.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was a picture, too, one of him gripping his hard cock, his boxers pulled down just enough for Eddie to see the dark hair around the base of his cock. Eddie moaned at the sight. His cock was so nice, so long and thick and pink. And fuck, his fingers. They were so long and slim, almost as nice as his-Richie’s.

Eddie scrolled a little farther down, his heart racing. There were a lot of reblogs, but some original posts here and there, things like, “what i wouldn’t do to have a pretty guy drooling all over my cock rn,” and, “in the mood to get someone dick drunk. wanna fuck a someone so hard they forget their own name.” One that made Eddie nearly choke said, “want someone i can pump my come into whenever i want, over and over again. want a sub i can keep full of my come all the fuckn time.” That post had Eddie getting out his lube.

It also had him thinking about internet-Richie’s most recent post, his post about his DMs being open.

Eddie bit his lip and thought about it. He’d sent internet-Richie some asks before from his porn blog (his blog didn’t have his name on it, just the teddy bear emoji, since he privately thought the teddy/Eddie rhyme was fun and clever, and also it was cute), and he’d seemed plenty happy enough to respond then. Still, it felt like a much bigger step to DM him, to talk to him just one on one. But the more he read his posts, the more he thought about his-Richie and how he’d touched Eddie that night, the easier it was to convince himself to shoot his shot with this stranger.

Eddie just messaged him a simple, “hi,” with a heart emoji. It was innocent enough, but his heart was still racing.

Internet-Richie responded a lot faster than Eddie was expecting. Honestly he hadn’t been expecting a response at all. But he said:

hiya cutie (; ive been hoping youd message me

Eddie flushed. He couldn’t help but hear cutie in his-Richie’s voice—especially given how often Richie used the nickname. really? he typed back.

fuck yes, ur cute little messages make me so hard. i can tell ur a pretty little thing just from the way you type

Eddie was blushing deep. Pretty little thing. That was hotter than it should’ve been. He wanted his Richie to talk to him like that, in that deep, sleepy voice.

there’s no way you can tell that from some messages :P, Eddie sent.

His heart stopped at the next messages internet-Richie sent.

oh, u dont think so?

why dont u send me some pics to prove me wrong (;

Oh my god, Eddie thought, his breath coming short. His head swam at the thought of sending this guy nudes, of showing himself off to someone who clearly wanted to see him, who would know how to take care of him and fuck him the way he liked, a guy with his crush’s fucking name and body type and hands. It had Eddie’s cock hard and leaking, and he slowly slid a finger inside of himself.

But just because the thought turned him on didn’t mean he was gonna send this stranger what he wanted so easily, even if he desperately wanted to.

you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

He fingered himself open as he waited for a response, working his way up to two fingers. It was nearly impossible to ignore his cock, but he didn’t want to come before the conversation even had a chance to start.

fuck ya i would, internet-Richie responded. Then, in a second message, whats wrong baby? you shy? ill show u mine ;)

Eddie's breath caught. God, this guy even made stupid shit sound hot, just like Eddie’s Richie. This was unreal.

i’ve seen yours, Eddie pointed out.

ya and you musta liked it if ur messaging me rn

Eddie bit his lip. ...maybe

aw thats cute sweetheart. u know i can see all the needy little tags you add when u reblog my stuff right?

Eddie blushed. He’d kind of always hoped he’d read them, but he never thought he actually did. i didn’t know you read those

oh ya, read them, jerk off to them. bit of a size queen, aren’t you? ;) it’s cute. makes me so fuckn hard when u talk abt how u want me to fill you up

Eddie whimpered out loud, sliding a third finger into himself. Fuck, he wanted that cock inside of him so bad. But right now one of his toys would have to do, once he was stretched out enough. He sped up his fingers, getting impatient. Gathering up all of his horny courage, he sent, show me.

what, no please? only good boys who use their manners get dick pics babydoll

Eddie pouted and whined to himself, making quick work of sliding his hot pink vibrator inside of himself—well, as quickly as he could without hurting himself. He moaned as it filled him up, making pleasure spread deep through his body. Slowly pumping it in and out, he reached for his phone. please, he typed, please let me see? wanna know what to picture while i fuck myself with my vibrator. He even added the wide eyed pouting emoji to really milk the whole begging thing. He knew he’d been playing a little coy, but now with the way internet-Richie was talking to him he was getting desperate.

well fuck baby since ur begging ;)

Eddie held his breath as he waited for the picture, slowly rocking his toy in and out, savoring the feeling. He wished it was Richie doing it, wished it was his cock. The lines between which Richie blurred; he wanted to get fucked by either of them, both of them.

What Eddie received when his phone lit up was not a picture, but a video. It was short, just a few seconds of Richie’s hand dragging wetly, smoothly over his cock, but it had Eddie drooling. The room was dark, so he’d used a flash, and it made the mix of what Eddie assumed was precome and spit glisten as the swollen head of Richie’s cock disappeared and reappeared from behind his fingers. Eddie must’ve played it at least five times, fucking himself a little faster, before remembering to say something back. And to take a video of his own. fuck, I want you so bad, want you to fucking ruin me, he wrote back. A part of him couldn’t believe how openly desperate he was being, but he found that he liked it; he liked the way it made him blush, he liked the way it felt to beg, to ask for what he wanted.

Richie’s response came fast: show me kitten. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty little ass.

Eddie moaned at the pet name; casual little nicknames were such a weakness for him. He was already so far gone, just picturing Richie’s cock inside of him, picturing him stroking his cock to thoughts of Eddie. The attention had his cock hard and leaking as he thrust his vibrator even deeper inside of himself, pumping it in and out a few more times before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. It was hard to take a video from this angle, but he wanted to show off his ass and hide his face. Plus, there was something so hot about having his ass in the air and his face shoved in his pillow, looking like the perfect image of someone desperate to be fucked. He loved the way it made him feel, loved the thought of being so open for someone. For Richie.

He ended up shooting a short video as well, about ten seconds of him sliding his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, letting out soft little moans. He was pretty pleased with the way it turned out, his hole pink and smooth and wet as it stretched around his toy. The angle was a little weird, showing a lot of his room once or twice when his hand slipped a little, but overall he thought his ass looked amazing, if he did say so himself. He sent it and said, feels so good. do you want me to go faster?

As he sent it, he got settled on his back, forcing himself to go slow as he fucked himself while he waited for internet-Richie’s response. It was taking longer than before, and Eddie was getting antsy; it was so hard to drag it out, to not get ahead of himself. But whatever Richie was doing, Eddie knew it would be worth the wait. Still, he pouted as his cock ached, begging for attention.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock at the door.

He groaned to himself and stayed put, fucking himself even slower as he waited for whoever it was to leave. But then the knocking continued, loud and incessant and obnoxious, and Eddie knew exactly who it was. He also knew he wasn’t going to go away any time soon, which honestly made him smile and blush. Richie had terrible timing, but Eddie would never be upset to see him.

Reluctantly, he slowly slid the toy out and pulled on his shorts, leaving his shirt off. He still had a pretty obvious boner, but his horny brain did not mind the idea of Richie seeing it. So he strode lazily down the hall, shouting a performatively annoyed, “I’m coming!” Finally, he opened the door, cocking his hip to the side and giving Richie an expectant look. “Can I help you?” he asked, a small smile dancing around the corner of his lips. He had to fight off a smirk at the wide eyed look Richie gave him as he ran his eyes over Eddie’s body.

“Fuck,” he muttered lowly, his eyes trained on Eddie’s cock, which was getting even harder the more Richie stared. Eddie bit his lip and grinned a little, making doe eyes at Richie. But Richie didn’t meet his gaze—instead he brushed past Eddie, his mouth still hanging open as he made his way urgently toward Eddie’s bedroom.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, a little let down that Richie’s hands weren’t all over him right now. But hey, if he was heading to Eddie’s bedroom he figured that was at least the right direction. He closed his front door and followed Richie into his room, where he found him staring at the bright pink vibrator on the bed. As confident and horny as Eddie was feeling, that still made him blush. He was only human. Crossing his arms, he said, bashful now, “I was kind of in the middle of something.”

Richie looked over at him, his cheeks bright red under his freckles. Then he got a glimmer of that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Eds, you fucking slut,” he said, sounding both delighted and breathless. “You are so fucking hot.”

Eddie flushed and tried not to squirm, but he couldn’t help but press his legs together, his eyes brightening. Fuck, was this actually happening? Shit, he needed to think of something witty to say. “You gonna do anything about it?” Okay, that kinda sounded like a corny porn, but he had to give himself credit for even being able to form words just after his lifelong crush and personal wet dream had just admitted his attraction to him.

“I think I already have been,” Richie said, still grinning.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Eddie was expecting a confession. He was expecting something along the lines of you think I don’t notice how you look at me? or did you really think those were casual touches earlier? What he was not expecting was for Richie to unlock his phone and hold it up, showing Eddie the video he had just taken, the video he’d sent to internet-Richie.

Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.

“Oh my god, that’s you?” Eddie cried in disbelief.

“You’re telling me you didn’t recognize this dick?” Richie asked, swaggering over to Eddie, clearly enjoying himself.

“How did you recognize it was me?”

Richie nodded toward the Thundercats poster on Eddie’s wall, then to the model train that sat on his dresser. “What other guy has decor like that and the ass to match?”

Eddie grinned and shook his head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well pardon me for not being especially eloquent when I’ve just learned that the guy I’ve been masturbating to since I learned how to and been in love with for even longer has been masturbating to me too.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of getting fucked leaving for a moment. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, his voice as soft as his smile.

Richie was not a bashful person, but the little laugh he let out just then was close to it. “Have been my whole life, but thanks for finally noticing.”

Eddie shook his head and stepped closer, until he had to crane his head up to meet Richie’s gaze. “I love you too.”

Richie’s eyes widened behind his thick frames. Eddie had only seen that look in Richie’s eyes a few times before, but he never wanted to lose sight of it again. He always wanted Richie to look at him like that. But then Richie was closing his eyes and leaning down. It only took Eddie a second to get with the program, drinking in the moment just a little longer before letting his own eyes fall shut as he pressed his lips against Richie’s.

It started gentle enough, if deep and passionate and intentional. But then Richie’s hands were on Eddie’s bare waist, skin against skin, and Eddie was gasping into Richie’s mouth, his hands coming up and resting against Richie’s chest. He curled his fingers into Richie’s shirt as Richie ran his tongue over Eddie’s lips, just before pulling away. He laughed at Eddie’s indignant little whine.

“Oh, you mean you don’t want me to take off my shirt right now?” he smirked as Eddie tried to pull him closer by the offending fabric. Huffing, Eddie conceded and let go long enough to let Richie pull the shirt off over his head.

“Oh,” he said softly, his voice a little, awed moan as he drank in Richie’s chest. It wasn’t like Richie had never been shirtless in front of Eddie before, but Eddie had never felt like he was allowed to really look at Richie all those times. But now he could; now he could touch. And he did, running his fingers over Richie’s smooth, warm skin, over his acne scars and blackheads and freckles. “Fuck, Richie,” he sighed before pressing his lips to Richie’s collarbones, trailing them all over Richie’s beautiful chest.

Richie gave a breathless, almost shy laugh as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “Damn, Eds, never pegged you as a tits guy.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie giggled, bringing his lips back to Richie’s. They both smiled into it, getting lost for a moment as Richie’s hands slid slowly down Eddie’s sides. His hands lingered on Eddie’s hips for a moment before he slid them further down and grabbed at Eddie’s ass, making him gasp.

“Is that any way to talk to the guy who’s about to rail you ‘til you can’t walk?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Eddie asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spank me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Richie smirked. He gave Eddie’s ass a playful smack, making Eddie gasp again and fall into him, needing more. Richie’s voice was dripping with adoration as he purred, “Little brat,” and pulled Eddie against him, kissing him again. Eddie went with it easily and happily parted his lips to let Richie lick into his mouth. Richie had one hand gripping Eddie’s jaw and the other on his ass, touching him in a way that exuded a command Eddie was desperate to follow. God, Eddie knew Richie had big hands, but they felt huge on him like this. It was dizzyingly hot. And the way Richie’s tongue was teasing his had Eddie’s knees going weak. His dick was throbbing in his shorts, aching to finish what he’d started, what had been interrupted. When he thought about it all—about playing with himself for Richie, about the video Richie had sent him, about all those things Richie had said about filling Eddie up—he felt himself clench down on nothing, desperate to get fucked. Desperate to feel Richie’s cock so deep inside of him.

“Richie,” he whined into the kiss, pulling on Richie’s belt loops, “please.” He pressed himself urgently against Richie and rutted shamelessly against his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was cocky and teasing, but there was an apparent undercurrent of wonder there as well.

Eddie shoved his face into Richie’s neck and whined, grabbing onto Richie’s wrists without even knowing what his goal was. “Richie,” he whimpered, sounding pitiful and ruined already.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie’s voice made it clear that he was enjoying seeing Eddie this wrecked, and that just made Eddie even harder. “Come on, tell me, use your words.”

Eddie squirmed as Richie held him close, but still not touching him in any relieving way. “I need you inside,” Eddie said, his voice high and soft as he squirmed in Richie’s grip. “God, please, Richie, need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think. Fuck me like I’m your little toy.”

Eddie could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and judging by the gasp he heard Richie let out, he’d caught Richie off guard too. But if the hard bulge in his jeans that brushed up against Eddie was any indication, he was apparently just as turned on as Eddie was. Besides, Eddie knew from his blog that Richie was really into that sort of thing too—and, apparently, really into the idea of doing those things with Eddie. The realization that Richie had been saying all those filthy things about him had him grinding against him with even more fervor, kissing his neck with a heated confidence. Richie moaned, and Eddie could feel the warmth of it spreading through him. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want to feel me inside you? You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie with wide, desperate eyes. He shivered at the new look in Richie’s eyes, the blue nearly entirely eclipsed by how wide his pupils were. He looked hungry for Eddie; Eddie wanted to feel it. “‘M ready, Richie, please, so open for you.” He looked to the toy on his bed pointedly, but Richie only gave a deep laugh.

“Oh honey, that’s cute that you think that little thing is gonna have you ready for my cock.” Eddie’s breath caught; that toy wasn’t small. Before he could gather his scattered brain enough to react, Richie was scooping him up and tossing him on the bed, the toy falling forgotten to the floor. Richie moved Eddie onto his back, and Eddie went happily, pliantly. Richie’s fingers were cool against Eddie’s burning skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s shorts, slowly dragging them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Eddie’s cock was dripping with precome, his chest flushed a bright red as he squirmed under Richie’s gaze. Eddie been dreaming of Richie manhandling him like this for he didn’t even know how long; he couldn’t help the way he reacted. And he especially couldn’t help the pleased little sound he made when Richie murmured, “God, you’re gorgeous, Eds.” Then Richie was grabbing him by the ankles, gently but firmly spreading Eddie’s legs, and Eddie let out the most pathetic, genuine moan he’d ever heard. “Fuck, baby, you sound pretty. You like when I spread you open?” Richie asked. He was smirking down at Eddie, but Eddie could see how flushed he was, could see the thrilled awe in his dark, hungry eyes as Eddie nodded.

“Richie, please,” Eddie whimpered. “I need you so bad.” He sat up, reaching for Richie’s belt, but Richie easily pressed him back against the mattress with a large hand on the center of his chest. The confidence in Richie’s dominance took Eddie’s breath away, and he stayed right where he was, nice and obedient, as he watched Richie get off the bed and slowly undo his belt, then his button and zipper. He took his time dragging his jeans and boxers off, enough time to let Eddie’s eyes linger on the reveal of the dark hair under Richie’s waistband. Then Richie’s cock was bouncing up against his stomach, hard and flushed and fucking long. Eddie moaned at the sight and fisted the sheets underneath him. He wanted so badly to get his mouth on Richie, to breathe him in and be nice and good for Richie on his knees. But he was also desperate to get fucked; his hole clenched down on nothing at the thought, and then it was all he could think about again. “Richie,” he repeated, whining now as he reached for him. “Stop being such a tease.”

Richie laughed as he moved easily out of Eddie’s grip and climbed on top of him. Eddie gasped softly at the sight of Richie above him, his dark curls surrounding his face, his full, pink lips pulled into the most beautiful smile Eddie had ever seen in his life. He ran his hands over Richie’s chest and sides, marveling at the fact that this was really happening. Then, his eyes flickering down, he tentatively brought his hand to Richie’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” they said, both at the same time, making them giggle together.

“Fuck, Eds, your pretty little hand looks so cute wrapped around my cock,” Richie teased in a low, rough voice. Eddie shivered; he couldn’t tell if Richie was praising him or degrading him, but either way it made his head fuzzy.

“‘M not that little,” Eddie grumbled out of habit. But he was clearly breathless. He’d never been good at pretending not to like Richie’s compliments, however teasing.

“Aw, but you are, baby,” Richie cooed, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute and tiny for me. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to fit my cock inside you.”

“I can,” Eddie whined, both indignant and impatient. He bucked his hips up, but Richie held him down. He gasped when he felt the warm, soft skin of Richie’s cock press against his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Richie had his cock lying on Eddie’s stomach, showing just how deep he would be once he was inside Eddie.

“You sure about that, babydoll?” While the teasing note was still there, Richie’s voice got noticeably softer as he said, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Eddie’s chest swelled at that. Cupping Richie’s face in his hands, he insisted, “I can take it.” Then he reached down and took Richie in his hand, glowing with pride when Richie let out a low moan. “Richie, please, I want you so bad.”

“Okay, baby,” Richie agreed, turning his head to kiss Eddie’s palm. “Fuck, I want you, too.” But he stalled. “Have you ever… like, been fucked before?”

Eddie flushed. “Well, not by someone else, but I have some toys. I’m not gonna break, Richie.” He huffed, but the way Richie was looking at him soothed any ruffled feathers.

“I’m your first?” His smile was soft, and while his eyes glittered, there was nothing teasing about his tone.

“I didn’t wanna do it with anyone else,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to look away, but Richie pulled him into a kiss.

“Fuck, I never thought you’d want me,” he chuckled. “Sorry, that was depressing, I just mean I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, you know?”

Eddie beamed, a small, giddy giggle dancing on his lips. “Well it’ll happen sooner if you stop talking so much.” But his smile, and all of the little kisses he planted on Richie’s freckled shoulders told Richie that Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, I know I’m hot but you don’t gotta rush me.” Eddie was still giggling when Richie kissed him, and he could feel that Richie was smiling too. “Where’s your lube?”

Eddie stretched his hand out and patted the bed for a moment, searching. After what was probably only four seconds but felt like an eternity, he finally found the bottle and handed it eagerly to Richie. “Oh, right,” Richie smirked, “you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Eddie moaned as Richie swiped his fingers over Eddie’s slick hole, pressing in just a bit. His fingers went in easily, and he pumped them slowly, drawing little, breathy moans out of Eddie. Richie’s fingers were a lot longer and thicker than his own, and they felt amazing, but they weren’t what he wanted in that moment.

“Richie, fuck me,” he whined.

“Aw, no please? Again?” Richie tsked and shook his head, curling his fingers against Eddie’s prostate, making him cry out. “I told you, sweetheart, only good boys who use their manners get fucked.”

“Please,” Eddie cried. He rocked his hips and grabbed at Richie’s shoulders, at his arms, not even sure what his goal was there other than to get Richie closer, to get his attention, to show him how desperate he was. “Please fuck me, please.” He sounded pathetic begging like this, but that just made him harder. And it made Richie’s pupils even wider as he slid his fingers out of Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good boy,” he purred. Eddie moaned and arched into Richie’s touch, but he only gave Eddie one more kiss on his cheek before pulling back and covering his cock in lube. Eddie watched, entranced, as Richie’s hand moved smoothly over his cock, glistening and slick. Then Richie was gently spreading Eddie’s legs even further and pressing the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole.

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered brokenly, grasping at the sheets beneath him. “Richie, please.” Meeting his gaze, he said softly, “I need you.”

“I’ve got you,” Richie assured him in a voice that made Eddie feel like he was glowing. Richie took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers, using his other hand to guide his cock inside of Eddie, who gasped at the feeling. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe his first time was going to be with his favorite person. He couldn’t believe he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. Love flooded through him, warm and perfect, somehow both soothing and electrifying as he watched Richie’s face. Eddie’s mouth dropped as Richie pressed into him, deeper and deeper and still fucking deeper, until finally Richie let out a low moan and Eddie felt absolutely breathless. The stretch was intense, and he held onto Richie tightly as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Richie asked. His voice was strained, but the care and concern in it was clear. “You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”

Eddie wanted to laugh at the remark or roll his eyes, but with how breathless and dizzied by pleasure he already was, he had to admit Richie had a point. “Just need a minute,” he gasped. Richie ran a soothing hand over Eddie’s skin, helping him even out his breathing and relax. The feeling of Richie’s cock twitching in anticipation inside of him had him letting out little moans as he adjusted, getting more and more used to the feeling until he felt comfortable enough to tell Richie he could move. Richie kissed him before he did, his lips soft against Eddie’s, a reassuring weight. Eddie breathed in sharply as Richie pulled back, grabbing at Richie’s shoulders.

Richie immediately stopped. “You okay, baby?” he asked, caressing Eddie’s face.

Eddie wanted to melt. Richie was always touching him, always jokingly flirting with him, but this unabashed concern and, well, love had previously been reserved for dire situations, like panic attacks or injuries. Eddie couldn’t help the dopey smile that bloomed on his face as he tilted his chin up and kissed Richie. “I’m okay,” he said breathlessly. “It’s just a little different from my vibrator.” They both gave a shaky laugh as Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“Better, I hope?” he grinned.

“Can’t tell yet,” Eddie retorted. Another snarky comment was on the tip of his tongue when Richie pulled his hips further back, effectively sucking all the air—and attitude—from Eddie’s chest. And then Richie was pushing back in, and Eddie let out a moan he couldn’t have faked if he tried, relaxing back into the mattress as his eyes fell shut. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, pleasure and relief flooding through his body. They’d been building up this tension for years; Eddie had figured it would feel good to break it, but it really felt magical, like something had just clicked into place. Feeling Richie inside of him, rocking his hips carefully, feeling Richie twitch as he tried not to lose control had Eddie’s head reeling. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Richie above him, on how flushed his face was. When Richie met his eye, pressing in deep, Eddie let out a small, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Richie was smirking as he said it, but there was something else sparkling in his eyes. Something giddy and awed. Something that made Eddie sigh dreamily, “I love you.”

Richie’s eyes widened for a moment before he pressed his lips firmly against Eddie’s, his hands roaming over Eddie’s body like he couldn’t choose where to put them, where to touch him. “I love you so much,” he beamed, pressing a few more kisses to Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie giggled at the feeling, but then Richie’s hips moved just a little faster, pressing him in just a little deeper, and he was back to melting under Richie’s touch, clinging to him as he rocked his hips with Richie’s. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby, so fucking beautiful. You look so good like this, holy shit.”

Eddie smiled almost drunkenly at Richie’s ability to ramble even when blowing Eddie’s mind. “Feels so good,” he moaned, his voice breathy and just a little bit higher than normal. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. “Please, Richie, please.”

“Fuck, baby, wanna make you feel like this all the fucking time,” Richie groaned as he picked up the pace. Eddie whined in pleasure at the change, and that just spurred Richie to go faster, harder, until he was well and truly fucking Eddie, both of them moaning with every thrust.

“Oh my god,” Eddie cried, “ohmygodohmygodhmygod, oh fuck, Richie, please.” It felt so amazing, Richie fucking into him like this, but he needed that little bit more. His cock was throbbing desperately, achingly hard; he needed to feel Richie’s hand on him. “Richie, please,” he whimpered, “please, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad, please, Richie.” Eddie was pouting now, grabbing aimlessly at Richie, his legs still wrapped tight around him.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Richie marveled, his voice sweet and condescending as he wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. Eddie nearly screamed at the contact, his back arching off the bed. Richie laughed a little, which just made Eddie even harder. The way Richie spread his precome over his cock, twisting his wrist just so as he stroked him had that familiar tension coiling in his lower stomach. “Aw, does that feel good? You gonna come on my cock, kitten?”

“Fuck, yes!” Eddie screamed. He gripped at the sheets as Richie stroked him, his voice washing over Eddie, mixing with the pleasure of Richie’s touch, of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, please let me come, please, please, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie could feel himself tipping over the edge at the words, at how low and affected Richie’s voice was. He groaned out, “Come on my cock like a good boy, princess,” and pure pleasure crashed over Eddie like a wave. He arched his back and cried out as he came, his moans filling the room as he squirmed under Richie, grabbed at him, at the sheets. It was fucking ethereal. He felt somehow so in tune with his body and yet so detached, like he was floating. He was barely cognizant of what Richie was saying, but when he put the sounds together and realized Richie had just said, panting, “Fuck, baby, gonna come,” Eddie felt like a live wire again.

“In me,” he said urgently. His mind was still a little too scattered for full sentences, but he knew what he wanted. God, he felt like he needed it. Like he needed to feel that connected to Richie. “Richie, come inside me, please.”

Richie apparently didn’t need to be told twice; he let out a moaned, “Oh, fuck,” before burying his face in Eddie’s neck, his breathy moans like music in Eddie’s ear. And then, as Eddie was coming down from his own high, he felt the holiest thing in the world: Richie’s cock, twitching inside of him, then his warm come filling Eddie up. It was unreal, being this close to him. Richie clutching at him as he came. It was even better than the little fantasies Eddie occasionally allowed himself. Richie was here, in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck as he caught his breath. Eddie was stroking his hair and rubbing his back as Richie nuzzled into him. Richie’s skin pressed against his skin, his legs wrapped around Richie’s waist, then falling to his sides, but still pressed to him. Still keeping him close. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that wasn’t about Richie.

Richie pulled him from his dreamy haze with light kisses pressed up his jaw, then over his cheeks. Eddie giggled at the onslaught of affection, still reeling from how fucking hot and euphoric what they had just done together had been. But he happily accepted Richie’s kisses, his heart bursting, then racing as Richie pulled back to look in his eyes. “Holy, fuck,” Richie beamed, his face flushed and blue eyes hooded from the weight of his orgasm, even as they sparkled.

“I know,” Eddie said, returning Richie’s grin as he basked in the surreality of having Richie on top of him, his dorky yet charming smile framed by lips that were red and swollen because of Eddie. His glasses were knocked askew, and Eddie instinctively reached up to fix them. With a sense of wonder, he realized that his touch was allowed to linger this time. He ran his fingers down Richie’s cheekbones, over his jaw, cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” he said. The words spilled out over his lips like he couldn’t stand not to say them. And while it made his heart race a little to say it out loud now that the adrenaline and tension was all worked through, it felt even better this time when Richie’s face softened and he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“I love you so fucking much.” Richie’s voice rarely got that soft, that sincere; it felt like a blanket wrapping around Eddie. It felt safe, secure. It felt like a promise. And if there was anyone in the world Eddie knew he could trust, it was Richie. That feeling of everything coming together came back to Eddie as he lay there under Richie, their lips moving together, feeling light as a feather now that everything was finally out in the open.

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My Heart Needed You Part 11

AN: this chapter starts out sweet but was very hard to write, obviously I had in mind her story but writing it was sad and I’ve basically gone back and forth if I should change it - TW below. @lexondeck had the amazing idea to bring our friends of Charming back. I hope you all like this chapter, but please read with caution and I hope this doesn’t offend or hurt anyone.

Warnings: consensual sex, angst, talk of abuse and sexual assault, miscarriage. Under 18 please do not read.

Tag List: @lexondeck @redpoodlern @nessamc @withmyteeth @chibsytelford @thegirlwhowritesfics

With everything that has happened the last few weeks, the drug run gone wrong, Christobal being taken, the hunt for who took him, and having to see the gruesome side of what Nestor does for Migue, your house, deciding to live with Nes until it’s done. Needing a break was an understatement.

Nestor had been so open and honest with you about how he ended up being who he was for Miguel, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you haven’t been as equally as honest with him.

You just weren’t sure how to tell him, or if you should tell him everything. You were grateful to have a few days away and miles between the two of you so you could get your thoughts in order. Wendy had called a few weeks ago saying she and Nero were having a small party for Abel’s birthday. Inviting you, Chibs, Hap, and Tig and Venus - but with rules of no club talk and no kuttes.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” Nestor snakes his arms around your waist as you zip up your small weekend bag.

You grab his hands, lacing your fingers with his and he places a kiss to your neck. “It’s just a few hours, I’ll be there for 2 days and I’ll come right back.” He hummed in response now leaving a trail of kisses over your neck.

“How long until you leave?” He says as he pulls his hands from yours and moves them under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

“Mmm, probably an hour,” Moving to face him you wrap your arms around his neck and his move to your hips, as the two of you start aimlessly swaying,“Do you have something we need to do before I leave?” Your fingers are tracing lightly on the back and side of his neck.

“I can think of a few things,” he whispers in your ear as his hands make their way to your thighs lifting you into his arms causing you to squeal at the quick movements.

Your lips meet in a desperate kiss, your hands holding him to you. He lays you down, moving quickly to pull your shorts and underwear down while you pull off your shirt and bra, you move to your knees grabbing his belt and pulling him to you. As quickly as you can you are undoing his belt and pants, pushing them down as he pulls his shirt over his head.

He pushes you back and moves over you, lips meeting in a slower, greedy kiss. Your hands are roaming his back, lightly scratching with your nails, as one of his makes its way between your legs, immediately finding your clit. You gasp and let your head fall back.

He kisses from your lips, to your jaw, down your neck and landing on your chest where he bites and sucks leaving marks only the two of you will see, all while he works you with his skilled fingers. You are clinging tightly to his shoulders, “don’t stop, please Nes.”

His hand moves fast as he leaves open mouth kisses to your neck, “cum for me, baby.” With that you are thrown over the edge. Gasping and moaning his name, and your nails dig into his skin.

Before your breathing even settles he moves his body between your legs and pushes himself into you. His moan in your ear has you squeezing him tightly. “You are perfect, Hails.” He moans as he slowly thrust in and out.

While you love slow and gentle Nestor, right now you need more. “Harder Nes,” you gasp out as your hands move to his ass pulling him into you further. He gladly obliges and with one arm wrapped above your head holding you in place, his other hand on your cheek, and his face in your neck he thrusts into you hard and at a punishing pace. In no time you are chanting his name, gasps and grunts filling the room.

His hand that was on your cheek finds its way to your clit, roughly rubbing and circling, and before you can get any words out you clench around him tightly and cum again.

He pulls out of you and between breaths says, “roll over, Hails.” He’s quickly moving to help you and position you how he wants you. So you’re on your  knees, chest and face pushed into a pillow and he quickly enters you again. He grabs your hands, lacing your fingers and he leans fully over you, his body completely covering you, and moves faster chasing his own release causing you to head towards another. You are so sensitive, you need him to cum so you start pushing yourself back to meet his hips. “Cum for me, Nes, I need you to cum for me, please fill me up,” you beg him as you are gasping and moaning, squeezing his hands tightly. After a few more rough thrusts you are both over the edge and Nestor is filling you up.

“Fuck,” he said as he pulls out and rolls over next to you. “Now you should be feeling me everytime you walk while you’re gone.” He flashes a big, cocky grin as you roll your eyes still trying to catch your breath.

“I’m getting a shower, you are not welcome because I need to be fast.” Pecking his lips, “I’m going to be late and you and those hands will make me even later.”

He’s chuckling as you pull yourself from his arms and slowly walk on wobbly legs to the dresser pulling out fresh underwear. As you walk into the bathroom you look over your shoulder and see Nestor in all his glory watching you with a look of love on his face with his hands resting behind his head.

You quickly wash your hair and while you're rinsing the conditioner you are hit with cold air. You open your eyes and see Nestor sneaking in with a guilty but not sorry smile you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him. He quickly moved to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, hands resting on your butt.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said softly as you were twirling the ends of his hair with your fingers.

“I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be back first thing Monday.” You assured him, reaching up and leaving a soft kiss to his lips.

He moves his hands up holding the sides of your neck deepening the kiss, and you both stand there under the shower spray holding each other.

The water starts to get cold and you know it’s time to get on the road so you aren’t late. “I have to go, Nes.” Squeezing you tighter he nodded leaving a sweet kiss to your lips. “You get dressed and I’ll get your bags,” he gave you another squeeze.

He gets out of the shower first wrapping a towel low on his waist, and then holds his hands out to help you and quickly wraps you in a towel. Kissing your cheek he heads to the bedroom. Technically this one was his but in the last week you’ve moved fully into it, but you’ll be going to stay at his house until yours is ready. You got the house on the beach,and immediately hired a contractor to make all the updates and changes you want. It should be ready in no time and you couldn’t wait.

You braid your hair in two braids, mirroring Nestor’s daily look, and get dressed. As you headed down the stairs you stopped by to let Miguel know you were leaving and you made sure to give Emily a hug. Letting them both know you could come back early if they needed you.

When you get to the door Nestor is there with a large cold coffee and he had your bags in your car.

“Drive careful, Hails. And let me know when you get there okay?” He says as he gives you a tight hug, you nod wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest.

He grabs your hand and walks you to your car, opening your door for you. But before you get in you turn and take a hold of his face to give him one more kiss. “I love you!”

He smiles, one that met his eyes and always melted your heart. “I love you too. Have fun with your boys!”

***

The drive to Norco has taken a few hours, but it has been smooth and you got there before anyone from Charming. When you pull in you see Wendy and Nero on the porch and the boys swinging in the yard.

As you open your car door you hear the sweetest sound and tears come to your eyes as both boys scream for their aunt Hailey.

They rush to you and you to them, grabbing them both up in a big hug. “I’ve missed you boys so much!” These hugs were exactly what you needed.

You put the boys back down and made your way to Wendy and Nero, giving each a long hug.

“How was your drive?” Nero asked as he let you go.

“Great, I left early so traffic wasn't too bad, a little slow in San Diego but that’s all.”

He grabs your bags from the car and puts them inside for you, and heads back to the boys, while you and Wendy go to the kitchen. “I’m so glad you could come, I’ve missed you.” Wendy says as she gets you a drink.

“Me too, I’ve missed you and those boys, even Nero.” You chuckle.

“How are the boys doing?” You want to make sure they are doing well here. “Anything you need?”

“The first couple of weeks were rough, lots of tears and I guess you could call it anger. But I have Abel in therapy and that has really helped him a lot, Thomas transitioned with no issues.” She looks at you giving a small smile, “we’re doing really well. I couldn’t have done it without you taking care of literally everything.”

You nod. “It was all worth it knowing they are okay and thriving. This is what Jax wanted, for them to have a normal life without all that the club brings.”

Before the conversation went further another vehicle pulled up, and you could hear the boys screaming. You and Wendy gave each other big smiles as you got up and headed out.

“Aye there is our girl!” You heard from Chibs, you practically skipped off the porch and over to him where he immediately engulfed in a hug. “I miss ye darlin.”

“I miss you too!” Next came Happy, the man maybe quiet but when you lived in Charming he quickly became your favorite Son but you wouldn’t tell the others that.

“Hey Hap,” you mumbled as he squeezed you a little too tight.

Then you were lifted off the ground by Tig, “oh I’ve missed you, Hailey girl!”

“I missed you too, Tiggy!” You said as you squeezed his neck.

When he set you down, Venus took over and hugged you tightly. “Oh honey, we’ve truly miss you so much!”

“I’ve miss y’all too!”

Once all of the hugs and greetings were done you texted Nestor letting him know you made it, and then everyone went and sat out in the back deck. The boys played, Nero grilled, and we all chatted. It was such a fun night and Abel had the best time with his aunts and uncles, opening gifts. As the sun went down all the boys were outside running around and the sound of giggles filled the air. You, Wendy and Venus were inside cleaning up the kitchen.

“So, Hailey, how has it been being closer to home?” Venus asks as she starts drying dishes

“Yeah, how has it been? Nero told me that there may be a man in your life.” She turned away from the sink looking at you with a smirk.

“How does he know?!” You ask a little more shocked than you intended.

Chuckling Wendy says, “Marcus called him a few weeks ago and may have mentioned it.”

“It’s a long story, but he’s actually my ex-fiancé. We had always been best friends out while lives, our moms were best friends, and then as we got older we just became…more. By the time we were 17 we were all in. He was everything to me, my first and only, I mean he was it for me. We’re trying to rebuild now and it’s going really well.” You smile.

“So what changed, Hailey, why is he an ex-fiancé? Because you clearly still love him with that look on your face.” Venus points out.

“I’ve loved him my whole life, I can’t remember a time where he wasn’t by my side. He was a SEAL, and I was in law school. We bought a fixer upper house between home and San Diego. Almost every week we went to a beach restaurant and walked the beach after, he would reluctantly go dancing with me.” At that you all giggle. “Just before his last deployment he took me to the beach and proposed, obviously I said yes. He left about a month later, and it was just…” you pause, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “It was just really hard and some things happened while he was gone that I couldn’t tell him about, or anyone really. His brother knew and he helped me but I couldn’t face Nes, so I ran when he got home. That’s how I ended up in Charming, actually” you chuckle, “Gemma figured it all out, she’s one of the only people who ever knew. She read me like a damn book.” Taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from your cheeks you continue. “I hadn’t actually seen him in 5 years since his brother's funeral, and honestly, that didn’t go so well. He said some things out of anger and grief that hurt, so I didn’t go back after that.”

The three of you make your way to the dining room table with the tea Wendy made. “So, how did the reunion happen and go from not speaking to this?” Wendy asked.

“When Jax died and you all moved away I had told my parents that I didn’t know if I wanted to stay in Charming. Doing everything I did for Jax leading up to his death was a lot, and it hurt. I still work for the club and some others, but I just couldn’t be there anymore.”

Your hands are fidgeting with the mug in front of you. “My parents had gone to dinner at the Galindos and told them what was going on. Miguel needed an attorney that was fully on staff with him, and his accountant was subpar. Since I’m qualified for both he made an offer that just felt right, I’ve missed home. So when we got there Miguel and Nestor picked me up, and I just broke down, finally letting out the emotions of the last couple of months. For the first few weeks we kind of avoided each other, things were tense.”

Taking a sip of your tea, they both ask, “then what happened?”

You chuckle at their impatience, “honestly we got in a big fight, he wants answers to why I left and I just can’t tell him. So I stood my ground and he said things he shouldn’t have, it was kind of a blowup.”

“Hailey, why can’t you tell him?” Venus was watching your face, and you could tell she knew that what you were keeping wasn’t something small.

You look up at her, and since the first time you met her you felt safe in her presence. Moving your eyes to the table you whisper, “I feel ashamed, embarrassed, like I failed him.”

“Hails, baby, what happened to you?” Venus is looking at you with a mix of love and concern. “You can tell us.”

You shake your head, “I still haven’t even told Nes. After the fight he agreed that he won’t ask me again, and that when I’m ready he’ll be ready. But the weekend after that fight there was a party for business associates, and Nestor and I just, I don’t know, reconnected. We spent that night together and that’s it.”

“Are you going to tell him?” Wendy asks quietly.

“I can’t,” you look at her sadly. “I just know it will hurt him, and I’m afraid of what he will do.”

“What happened, Hailey?” Venus is now looking at you with a more serious look, “baby, did someone hurt you while he was gone?”

You can’t  look in their eyes, you just nod.

“You can talk to us, Hailey. Clearly whatever it was is still hurting you. Don’t carry this alone.” Wendy grabs your hand, squeezing it trying to encourage you.

Not moving your eyes from the table, “Since I was a teenager, I had worked for Miguel’s dad doing financial stuff. Numbers were easy and my dad was his lawyer, so he trusted me. During law school I would go down once a month or so and meet with him in person. I’ve always been a little afraid of him, I know what he is capable of.” You take in a shaky breath.

“I usually always had Nestor with me or even my dad, but when Nestor deployed my dad was working a big case with his law firm so I had to go alone. A lot was going on with the Galindos then so Jose was…on edge. More ruthless than ever.” You peek up at them and they both give you a reassuring look. “Nestor had been gone for about nine months, and honestly I was struggling. We didn’t talk much, I felt so alone. I was planning a wedding, finishing our house projects, nearing the end of law school. I was so lonely and stressed beyond measure, and I think I kind of let my guard down. So I went to Mexico and Miguel and his mom weren’t there, that should have been a red flag for me. But Devante, Jose’s second in command, pushed for me to come so one of Jose’s men came and picked me up, which was normal so I didn’t question it.”

You pause for a few seconds, taking a drink of your now cold tea. “When I went there I just got a terrible gut feeling. I walked into the house and I could hear Jose losing it in his office. Once I got down there his anger was right on me. The cartel wasn’t doing well, another cartel had come up and they were taking ground, and money.”

You are dreading telling this, but it’s been years since you've gotten to let this out and truly the only other person who you told everything too was Niko.

“Jose grabbed me and he just started screaming at me, saying awful things like how stupid I was, that I was ruining him, I’m a whore, endlessly berating me. I could smell the alcohol on him. While he was screaming he started hitting me, he busted my lip, gave me a black eye, bloodied my nose. When he was done I was covered in bruises, and I learned quickly that he wasn’t done. He shoved me into his desk and he pulled my clothes off…he forced himself on me and at that point I had no fight left in me.” Tears were streaming down your face as you look up, and Venus and Wendy both were wiping tears from their eyes.

“Devante cleaned me up, and the next day he brought me to Jose. And again Jose forced himself on me but this time Devante made sure to threaten me telling me to look like I was enjoying it because he was taking photos. That if I told anyone he would prove I was lying with those and use it as blackmail to control me, and that he would kill my family, and Nes. I believed him because I knew what he did for Jose, and truthfully I would have done anything and agreed to anything in that moment for it to be over so I could go home.” You wipe your nose with your hand and take a deep breath. “Once he was done, Devante told me to call someone to come get me and they just left. I called the one other person besides Nestor who I knew would protect me at all costs, his brother. So he came down and it took everything I had to keep him from doing something stupid. I begged him to just take me back to California.”

“So you never told your parents?” Wendy asked.

Shaking your head, “no, I believed his threat and I knew Niko wouldn’t betray my request to not tell anyone. He took me to his place in San Diego and cleaned me up as best he could. I stayed there until the bruises on my face faded and I felt like I could be at my house alone. Since I didn’t tell anyone, every month I still went to Mexico, I made sure to always have Niko with me so I could come and leave immediately. Before Nestor left I stopped birth control because we wanted a baby when he came home so I just decided to stop it.” The tears are pouring from your eyes now, you can hardly see. “I got pregnant.” You whisper barely loud enough for them to hear. “I took a pregnancy test at the office one day because I panicked, not even thinking that I had to go to Mexico that day alone. The test was in my bag and somehow Jose and Devante found it. Then all hell broke loose. Jose just started hitting me until I was on the ground and he kept kicking me, telling me he was making sure there was no evidence, no proof.”

They both gasp and reach for your hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” Venus’ voice broke as she spoke.

“When he was done I got to my car and I just kept driving until I got to Nikos house. He met me at the door and I passed out. By the time he got me to the hospital I lost the baby. I had to actually have a procedure done to basically help it all along because my body was struggling. This was five days before Nestor came back. I couldn’t face him, I felt so terrible, so dirty.”

“Did Niko know you were leaving?” Venus asked as she rubbed the back of my hand.

“He did, when I told Nestor I was leaving I went right to Nikos house and he helped me move to Charming.”

“Had you not talked to Nestor during any of this?”

“Not much, it was the least we talked during any deployment, so I was already having a really hard time and then with everything else I was a shell of myself. I think Niko could see how hurt I was from not hearing from Nestor, and he was mad at him for shutting me out. That’s why he was so willing to help me leave I think. Before Nes came home I packed my stuff, and when he got to the house I gave him my key and ring and I left.”

“Hailey, how have you carried this? And you still haven’t told your parents? Or Nestor? Did Jax know?” Wendy got out between sniffles.

“Gemma and Niko knew the most, Jax knew pieces, but that’s it. Nestor knows I was hurt he figured that out in our fight, but he wants to know everything I just can’t tell him. I can’t lose him when he knows the truth.” Your tears are back at the thought of not having him.

“But Hailey, he deserves the truth. He clearly loves you, neither of you moved on with another relationship in all those years, and clearly keeping this inside is hurting you. Don’t let what Jose did ruin your future. Because baby, when you let the past dictate the now and the future, you only ever get to live in the past.” Venus told you as she stood up and envelopes you in a motherly hug.`Thank you for trusting us with this.”

“We are always going to be your family, Hailey. We’re here anytime you need us.” Wendy said as she joins the embrace. As you were all pulling yourselves together the boys came barreling in and Wendy sent them straight to the bath, while you got yourself ready for movies on the couch which was a request of both boys.

You all piled in the living room, Abel was on your right side tucked under your arm holding your hand tightly, while Thomas climbed right in your lap. The three of you cuddled up and before too long were all asleep. What you didn’t know was that Nero snapped a picture of the three of you, and sent it to Marcus who happened to be with Miguel and Nestor.

Seeing you cuddling with your boys made Nestor’s pulse quicken, and let him imagine coming home to that view. Miguel gave his friend a knowing look, a smile on both of their faces. “You’ve gotten a second chance brother, take advantage of it.”

“I plan on it, Mikey.” Nestor said confidently.

He couldn’t wait for you to be home tomorrow night and moving back into the house even if it was just until your new house was ready.

[metize]

The Measure of His Reach

Zenos x WoL (AFAB) smut Tags: Consensual but not sane nor safe, Breeding kink, hate sex, name-calling, they/them pronouns for WoL, AFAB WoL,

Word count: 1 .332

A/N: Ok let's post last year's kinktober stuff now! I just.... thirst for Zenos so hard, it's embarrassing....

"You are a genocidal arrogant asshole, you don't deserve the place you occupy on this star." They barked at the villain before them. But their fierce, angry words were met with a satisfied smirk from the Garlean they directed them at.

"Such ferocity, my beast, so much passion and conviction in your words." His fingers traced the hero's cheek, caressing their soft skin lovingly "Only you could awaken this burn I feel inside."

"You're disgusting." They say, flinching away from his touch.

"We both are, I see it inside you, how you crave our encounters. I interest you as much as you interest me."

The worst part was that he was right. What was his deal? Did he have any sort of moral compass? Did he even care about politics?

His entire character was an enigma, but the Warrior of Light had no time to solve this particular puzzle, he had to die. They shook their head and grabbed the man's wrist.

"You die today, Zenos yae Galvus." They say, convicting him. "We will cross blades, you'll be a pain in the arse like you always are, but I will be victorious. Your time is up."

"You wish it didn't have to be this way" it wasn't a question. "What else two people interested in each other would do? In another world perhaps instead of fighting we could just fuck in the local inn?" He scoffed at the idea.

"You're… still disgusting" The Warrior of Light felt their face flush with embarrassment at the notion, but also at the crude way he spoke. They let go of the prince's hand and he proceeded to gently stroke their hair.

"Why don't you humor me for one last time, my beast" he proposes "let's play pretend for a while. Let's pretend you don't need to save the world and I don't need to stop you." He leans in to whisper to their ear "Just allow me to pin you against this wall and let me ravish you like a common whore."

A pause. The hero didn't dare breathe, the arousal inside them was building up since they finished fighting in the palace's lower floors. Hearing Zenos speaking filth like that made their excitement palpable.

"No." They said and Zenos sighed disappointed starting to back off before they reached for the front of his armor to make him stay "You will fuck me knowing exactly who I am and who you are."

They pulled him into a kiss just so they didn't have to look at his insufferable smug smile. They bit at his lip and kissed him with fervor because gods damn

they needed this.

Zenos allowed it for a moment before establishing dominance over the situation again, he grabbed the Warrior by their hips and pinned them against the nearest wall, just like promised.

"Is this what you wanted from me, my beast? Does it excite you?" The prince slid his hands into the hero's top "The fact that I am your sworn enemy? The danger of being completely at my mercy?”

He ended his phrase by groping the hero’s chest, his fingers brushing the sensitive nub but not quite playing with it just yet. They arched their torso into his touch instinctively and groaned at the feeling of his strong hands and its firm grip. Zenos’ other hand caught their throat and pushed it against the wall, ordering them to stay still without actually having to say it.

“You will use your words or else I’ll leave you like this” a threat leaves his lips and their answer followed suit immediately.

“Don’t you dare” they say before inhaling sharply as Zenos tugs at their nipple. “Fuck… I want it.”

Their words were coated with shame and yet it only aroused them further. Zenos was no better, the admission was music to his ears. He rewarded them with a thrust of his hips against their clothed pelvis, the friction felt delicious and a breathy sigh escaped their lips with relief.

“Is that you want? You want me to take you right here, sink my cock deep inside you and pound you full of my cum?” He spoke the grip on their neck getting stronger

"Twelve, yes…" they gasped with their remaining breath. Satisfied, Zenos lets go and moves his hand to pull down their bottoms and breeches, exposing them to the soft breeze of the Royal Menagerie.

He removes his gauntlet and presses his bare hand against their folds. He uses two fingers, sliding them upwards gathering the slick arousal that accumulated between their tighs. He brings them to his mouth, tasting his Warrior’s juices. The loss of contact made them groan, especially with this display of his, getting them needier.

“So wet for me, my beast. One would think it would take more to rile up the savior of Eorzia like this” and with that he plunged those fingers inside them without warning, stretching their walls. A desperate moan escapes the hero’s mouth at the sudden invasion. “Are you that eager to have me inside you?”

“Can you just- oh fuck, Zenos…” they gasped when his fingers crooked inside them and reached their sensitive spot “Can you get on with it already?”

“Ah, my beast is so very impatient...” He scissored his way further and decided it was probably good enough, he retrieved his fingers and undid the bottom half of his armor.

They felt the tip of Zenos’ cock against their entrance, Zenos pressing gentle kisses on their face as he pushed inside. They felt so angry at the gentle kisses and signs of affection coming from the prince, but the feeling of his thick member stretching their insides prevented them from complaining, choosing to moan out his name in between gasps instead.

“Still a tight fit, aren’t you? My beautiful prey, you were practically made to take my cock.” how could he say something so degrading and make it sound like the highest praise. He finally bottomed out inside, letting out a deep groan.

“Can’t you just shut the fuck up?” they breathed out hitting his shoulder with a weak punch, which made him grin.

Zenos finally started moving his hips, thrusting inside the Eikon slayer’s tight wet heat. He gripped their ass, his nails digging into the flesh. They wrapped their bare legs around the armored man, the only thing keeping them from falling being the prince’s body. They couldn’t keep quiet even if they wanted to, they were outdoors, the only witnesses to this sinful display being the flowers decorating the garden.

“You look wonderful impaled on my cock, Warrior of Light.” He leaned closer to them, their breath tickling their neck, and his voice resounding right against their ear “You would make a perfect cumdump for me back in the capital…”

That was an awful thing to get turned on by.

“You’d provide me with the strongest litter, my beast, how terrible would it be to carry a bastard Garlean inside your womb right now, hm?” Of course, he noticed that talk aroused them further. “Do you want me to come inside your tight little pussy, breed you with my seed?” They moaned at his thrusts, their cunt twitching with excitement, and struggled a bit with their breath before answering.

“You sick fuck. That- ngh… That sounds absolutely disgusting. I can’t imagine anything worse” They said shaking their head furiously, feeling themselves approaching their climax “Fucking do it.”

Zenos pulled their hair, forcing them to look at his blue eyes as he thrust faster into them. That was it for them, they came screaming Zenos’ name shaking under his grasp, their walls clamped down his dick making the prince come in a few more thrusts. He moaned as he released, his voice uttering ‘mine’, again and again as his cum filled the Warrior of Light.

They both breathlessly held each other, panting against one another. What they did was utterly regrettable and yet they had no regrets.

[stachmousworld]

P*$$y fairy P. finale

Pairing: Steve rogers x WOC original character

Tag: Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, virginity loss (blood), oral sex, consensual all the way through.

Part 1

She closed her eyes…

“So, do you remember, now?” Steve asked, still on the armchair.

She swallowed with difficulty.

“Y-ep.”

“What happened then?”

“I lost my virginity to you.”

Steve hummed. “Yep, to me. Then you had to go back to college, and I didn’t see you again, until now. A year later. I had to dig up a little bit and I found out that I’m still the first and only one.”

She grunted annoyed. Who told him that? Was it Julie? No. She didn’t even know she had lost her virginity.

“Don’t pout. I have my ways. I was the only one, right?”

“Yes,” she hissed with snark.

“Good. Because I haven’t slept with anyone since you. Been having a serious case of blue balls and God know I’m not a teenager anymore, so there shouldn’t be a reason why I have to jerk off three times a day.”

“3? At your age?” She asked, suspicious. She didn’t really want to focus on the rest of what he said. She couldn’t think of his balls. His balls that she had in her hand a year ago.

“I fucked you 4 to 5 times last year, you didn’t complain. At the end, you were a babbling mess, not that I was doing better, mind you.”

4 or 5. She barely remembered the first one but the others. Doubts creeped inside her mind.

“Missionary, cowgirl, doggy, spoon, and doggy again, because why not. Your pussy was dripping with my cum. I even second guessed putting a plug in you.”

Ok. She was definitely aroused and way too wet. She cursed her boldness. She should have put a panty. Now her juices were running down her leg.

“Ok. I believe you. Can we go now?” She asked, hastily.

“Why so quick?”

“We are supposed to be at this conference,” she explained as if he was dumb.

“No.” He simply replied.

“Mister Rogers –.”

“Daddy,” he corrected her.

Her mouth fell open.

“You should close it or I’ll put something for you to suck on.”

Her mouth shut in an audible click.

“Mis –.”

Steve tsked disapprovingly. She sighed inwardly.

“Daddy,” she started through gritted teeth. “The conference is starting in a few. If we don’t want to get late, we have to go now.”

There was something in Steve’s smile that didn’t seem right. He patted his lap. She raised an eyebrow. He patted again.

She straightened her back and walked with confidence toward him. He eyed her expectantly.

She sat down on his legs. Steve grabbed her by the waist, turned her and forced to straddle his hips.

“A pretty girl like you, who am I to resist. Plus, I brought a little gift.”

“Why do you always sound ominous?”

“If ominous is making you cum then I’m evil,” he concluded with a smirk.

They stayed in this position for a while. Actually, she almost couldn’t feel her legs. She tried to move but he blocked her moves.

“Do you dream of me? Pounding you like the first time. Making you faint and die a little.” He didn’t let her answer. His hands went lower between them. She heard the unmistakable sound of belt and a zipper. She looked quickly down and tried to get off him. Steve caged her with his arms pressing her chest against his. There again, she couldn’t move. Her cheeks got warm. It reminded her of her second orgasm. How he bent her legs so far and he went so…

The only warning she got was the tip of dick hitting her hole and he slid in with ease. They both moaned. She gripped his shoulders, biting the tendon of his neck.

“Home.” He moaned. “’feels like coming home.” He grabbed her buttcheeks, massaging them. His rough hands spanked her flesh until she yelped. He licked her lobe and bit it. She keened, hands roaming in his luscious hair.

Hungry for his lips, she grabbed his head and kissed him. For the first time she was the one initiating one. Steve let her do whatever she wanted. She was still clumsy but did her best to please him. As a reward he slapped her cheeks and rolled his hips pressing the rest of his dick in.

“Bounce on my dick, baby girl. I want to see those boobs jiggle.”

She started moving and almost lost her stability. It felt so good…his dick felt better than in her dreams. She moved up and down, enjoying the pulsating hardn—

“Daddy!” she screamed as Steve bit her right nipple. He sucked the bead and rolled the other with his finger. She hissed and moaned not knowing where to concentrate. The pain and pleasure brought her to new heights.

“God, you’re still too tight,” Steve grunted. He grabbed her, stood up and walked to the kitchen. She tried to correct him and show him her bedroom, but he kept bouncing her on his dick. She screamed his name.

He slid out and bent her down on the kitchen table. He opened her lips and spit on her hole. Her hole twitched. Steve slapped her cheek and slid right in.

“Such a good girl…” He moaned. “Your hole was made for me.” He slammed in. Her eyes rolled back, she gurgled something resembling his name. She gripped the table and tried to stay stable. Steve chuckled darkly and started pounding her pussy. She bumped her head against the table to refrain her pleasure. It was so…she grunted as he lifted her left leg and placed it on the table. The new angle allowed him to get deeper.

“Fuck…should have fucked you in your dorm…should have fuckin…” He trailed off. Their grunts and moan resonated in the room. His balls slapped violently against her clit pushing her slowly over the edge.

He leaned forward his stroke getting deeper.

“I’m com…” He didn’t finish and bit her shoulder. Her entire body tensed. Her walls spasmed around Steve’s unforgiving dick. She didn’t know how he could be so hard and fast. She gasped and whined as he kept fucking her, stretching her hole so pleasurably.

“So tight…” he moaned. His body stilled. She sighed in relief that he was done. She enjoyed the feeling of fullness and the sticky mess inside her. She rolled her hips loving the friction.

“You really are pussy fairy. Should have known you’d steal my sanity,” he whispered on her back. She felt him smile and chuckled.

“Pussy fairy, huh?”

“Didn’t you listen to Jhene Aiko’s song?”

“You know Jehne Aiko?” She asked, shocked.

“I don’t live under a rock, you know?” He slid out of her and kneeled. “Anyway, I have a little gift for you.”

“Money?” She asked, hopeful.

“Better.”

“Better than mo—”

She gasped as a thick plastic plug slid inside her sore vagina.

“I don’t think it’s better than money,” she mumbled, tired.

“Think about it this way. At least, if you get pregnant, you’d be rich.” He helped her to get on her feet and held her in his arms. Pregnant?

“Do you see me pregnant?” She laughed, awkward.

“You’d be perfect,” he replied sincerely. His eyes bore into hers. The tension from previously turned into something more…intimate. She dropped her gaze and shuffled her feet.

“Thanks,” she replied quietly.

“I…” He cleared his throat. “I know that the situation is kind of weird but I’d…I don’t want you to think I’m using you for sex.”

He caressed her cheek softly.

“I have known you since Julie’s 20th birthday. I know it sounds creepy and I’m almost twice your age, but I’m interested in you. Really, not just your body. The discussion we held, the multiple conferences you accompanied me to and all the other activities where Julie couldn’t suddenly go.” He stopped talking, sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. Realization dawned on them.

“Julie…” she groaned, annoyed. “That’ll explain a lot, actually.”

Steve shook his head in disbelief. “My own daughter…it’s always our family. Always.”

Gathering her confidence, she spluttered. “Me too, you know.”

“Your family did that to you?” He asked, stunned.

“No. I mean I’m also interested in you,” she answered, suddenly shy.

Steve’s face shone. He grabbed her face and kissed her with passion. She responded with as much fervor. Happiness bloomed inside her chest.

A little later.

“So, you are my boyfriend or sugar daddy?” She joked before running away.

Steve stayed silent behind her. She giggled thinking she had won. Until a deep vibration erupted in her vagina. She stumbled and rolled on the floor as the plug vibrated. She clenched her legs and writhed on the floor. Waves of warmth washed over her.

“What did you, sugar?” He said, kneeling next to her head. His grinned was full of mirth.

“S-s-orry.”

Steve tsked. He stood up and unzipped his pants. His throbbing erection popped out. The vibration went higher. She bit her tongue.

Steve waved his dick, eyebrow raised. She rolled onto her knew barely making it. He slowed the plug. She sighed, a little relieved. It wasn’t better. The vibration was constant, and the plug was moving every, time she did. Steve understood her issue and approached until his dick was in her face.

“Last year, I didn’t have the time to cum in your mouth,” he explained, simply as if it was a normal reason to shove his dick in her face, while torturing her with a plug. “The faster you go, the faste –”

He didn’t have to say it twice. She swallowed his dick to the root. Steve grabbed a fist of hair and pressed her closer. She gurgled and contracted her throat around his dick making him moan her name. His grip loosened up.

She bobbed her head loving the thickness in her mouth. The saltiness of his precum and the vein throbbing on her tongue were salivating.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. He grabbed her head and fucked her throat. She closed her eyes enjoying the burn and discomfort.

Above her Steve was grunting, swearing and breathing hard.

“…made to suck…on your knees all the time…”

She barely had a warning before he came in her mouth. She swallowed quickly his load, coughing when a few went the wrong way.

“Good girl.”

 Fin.

[fckinsupreme]

Could you write something where Xavier needs your help rehearsing lines with him and things end up taking a smutty turn please?

The faint smell of mildew and dust surrounded you & Xavier in the backstage area, the lights dimmed on the empty stage. No one was there, it was just the two of you, and Xavier was stressing out. He was in a new play, and you got him the job due to your friendship with the director. Your friend took a shine to him when he auditioned, and he decided to cast Xavier as the lead.

But with great power came great responsibility, and Xavier was beginning to doubt himself as an actor. You’d never seen him so anxious; he was so scared that he would fail. He was up all hours of the night in your shared apartment, and you were deeply concerned for your best friend. He obsessively pored over the script, acting scenes out with himself and tugging at his hair when he felt it wasn’t good enough. More than once, you wondered if recommending him to your friend had been a wise decision, if it meant Xavier’s mental well-being was at risk. But he seemed so happy despite the anxiety, and in those moments, you were glad you suggested him.

You both chose to come down to the playhouse that evening, thinking that rehearsing his scenes there would help calm his nerves and lessen his anxiety. He asked you to assist him, thinking that would help, and you were happy to oblige. You started off backstage, helping him run a few of the lines, but then Xavier decided it would be better to rehearse on the stage itself. The two of you walked out there, and the rehearsal went off without a hitch for a long while.

“Uh...” Xavier says, looking at you with a soft smile. “We don’t have to do the next scene.”

“What’s the next scene?” you ask, flipping through the pages of the spare script he lent you.

“It’s...well, this play has a sex scene in it,” he says. “Between me and the lead actress.”

“Oh,” you say, finally landing on the scene in question. You skim over it, cheeks turning dark red as you read over the details. “Jesus. I knew this play had erotic undertones and was for an 18+ audience, but I didn’t think it was bordering on pornographic.”

He laughs, shrugging a bit. “Honestly, it’s the part that has me the most nervous. What if I can’t do it? What if I can’t make it look realistic enough? What if—“

“Xavier,” you say, holding up a hand to cease him. “You can’t keep thinking that way. There’s many ‘what ifs,’ but you just need to focus on doing it. The more nervous you are, the more likely it is that you’ll do badly.”

He runs a hand through his hair, studying the pages. “I guess you’re right. I’m really thankful you got me this job, but...”

You walk over to him, chewing on your lower lip. “We could practice it,” you say. “I don’t think it’ll make things weird. Think of it as two actors acting. That’s what we do, right? We act.”

“You’re right again,” Xavier says, looking down at the script. “Okay, so it says I pull you against me, like this,”—he pulls you close to his chest, tenderly brushing his fingers down your cheek, “—and then I gaze lovingly into your eyes before kissing you.”

You look down at the script, brows furrowed. “That isn’t what mine—“

You’re cut off as his lips find yours, the kiss so gentle and chaste that you wonder if he’s even touching you. Your heart begins to flutter, stomach erupting into butterflies, your eyes slipped closed as you press further against him. His lips part, and you feel his tongue gently swiping your mouth for entry. You open your lips instinctively, your tongues meeting as he pushes his into your mouth. You moan softly, feeling his hand at the back of your neck before its fisting your hair. Your own wrap around the back of his neck, breasts pressed tightly against his chest. You both drop the scripts to the ground, his hands on your ass as he gasps two words between kisses: “Jump, sweetheart.”

You do without hesitation, holding onto him as he backs you up. There’s no wall to pin you against, so he ends up slowly lowering you to the floor after the two of you kiss clumsily for a few minutes. He hovers over you, gazing into your eyes as he holds himself up. You run a finger over his lips, so pink and so full, shining with your mixed saliva. He smiles, his breath coming in tiny pants as he presses his forehead to yours.

You can’t take being apart from him, and smash your lips to his again. He purrs into the kiss, licking over the roof of your mouth as he flips you onto your back. You’re on top of him now, straddling his waist before sitting up. You push your hair out of your face, and you can feel his cock starting to grow hard. You grin at him, chuckling as you push down against the front of his pants. He hisses, hands on your hips as he guides you along his growing bulge.

“What are we doing?” you ask, his hands moving from your hips to massage your clothed breasts.

“Rehearsing,” he breathes, smirking as he rubs your hardening nipples through the fabric of your clothes.

“This wasn’t in the script,” you point out, moaning softly under his touch. You arch against him, pressing down on his hands to encourage more touch. “None of this was.”

“Does it have to be?” he asks, lifting your shirt. You allow him to remove it, his smirk growing when he sees your lace-covered breasts. “Sex is sex, right? And besides, your tits are way better than hers, so I already know your pussy will be. Maybe it’ll help me in the play.”

“It won’t ruin our friendship?” you ask, gasping pleasurably as he tweaks your nipples through the lace.

“I don’t think so,” Xavier says, removing your bra. He licks his lips when your breasts are freed, massaging them in his large hands. You moan loudly, biting your lip as you meet his eyes. “Fuck, Y/N. Your tits are perfect. So soft, so fucking beautiful.”

You blush softly, leaning down to kiss him. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get completely naked, clothes strewn all over the stage. You were both impressed with each other’s bodies, delighting in the sounds you both made when the right buttons were pushed. His mouth explored your breasts, his mouth warm and silky against your erect nipples, fingers working between your legs as he played with your tits. His fingers were soon replaced with his mouth, his hands gripping your thighs, his nose & chin shining in your slick.

“Xavier,” you moan, back arching against the faux-wood floor of the stage. “/Xavier/!”

“God, fuck,” he breathes against your cunt, sucking your clit between his lips. “You taste like fucking paradise.”

“I’ll bet you taste just as good,” you say, and he smirks up at you.

“Wanna find out?” he asks.

You do find out. He lies back on the stage, one arm behind his head while the other hand tangles in your hair. His massive cock is down your throat, making it bulge as he goes deeper. He cums so hard in your mouth & throat within mere minutes, and you nearly choke from surprise & the amount of his seed that shoots from his twitching cock. He tastes so good, much better than you were expecting, and you gratefully swallow every last drop that’s left.

He resumes eating you out after, wanting to kill a little time before his next erection. You cum around his fingers with his mouth on your clit, your hands tearing at his styled hair, back arching, his name falling from your lips like a desperate prayer. He doesn’t stop, and you don’t want him to. He brings you to a second orgasm with his mouth, and then a third, his cock so painfully hard now that you can feel it throbbing against your folds when he climbs up your body.

You give him a consensual nod, and he eases inside of you until he’s bottomed out. He feels better than anyone you’ve had in the past, his girth giving you the sensation of fullness as his length brushes right against your G-spot. He keeps himself propped on both arms, your legs hooked over his waist in order to feel him as deeply as possible. He kisses you passionately as he thrusts, keeping his movements slow and tender until you beg him to go faster.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he pants, helping you angle your hips so that he can pound directly into your sweet spot. “Not only do you taste like heaven, but you feel like it, too.”

You chuckle, looking up at him after he kisses you again. “So, are you feeling more confident in that scene now?”

“Oh yeah,” he says, smirking at you as he drives himself repeatedly into your wet pussy. “I’m gonna ask your friend to cast you as the female lead instead.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you nearly shove him off of you with the sudden shock. “What?”

“You’re an actress,” he says. “And I think I’d feel more comfortable with you as my co-star. Also, do you really wanna see me fucking someone else after this? Even if it isn’t real. I know you refused the part when he offered it originally, but...considering these new circumstances...”

“Won’t that be weird?” you ask, digging your nails into his back when he pulls out and slams back in. “Fuck!”

“No,” he whispers. “Will you do it?”

“What the hell,” you tease, nuzzling your nose against his as you grab at his ass. He groans, driving into your cunt with jerky, uneven movements. “Let’s show all of them what we’ve got.”

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[unto-myself-together]

From Dusk to Dawn, ch 2 (ESO fanfic)

Content warnings for this specific chapter: references to sex. Brief descriptions of violence. Occasional light cursing (i.e. damn, ass. It’s very infrequent though)

Author notes (a lot of notes, sorry!!):

Previous chapters: Chapter 1

Author notes (skip to the squiggly lines--> ~~~~~~ if you want to jump straight into the story)

You can also read the story on my Archive of Our Own Account here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23343163/chapters/64680022#workskin

Lots of notes here (and I apologize for that. But this chapter had a lot of stuff going on. There are a couple of explanations for anyone who is interested/confused by something that went on in this chapter.):

Hey everyone. I really really hope you all have been doing much better during these troubled times than I have. I have an anxiety disorder (as well as a couple of other things and chronic medical conditions) and let’s just say that this does not exactly mix well with a worldwide pandemic. Let me just say that if it wasn’t for ESO and my ESO guildies, I don’t know where I’d be.

I love your comments. All of them. I have been coming back just to read them again and again, and when I get the chance I want to respond to each and every one of them. You all are so beautiful; thank you… And thank you to the person who left that extremely lovely message in my ask box on Tumblr! I’m not sure how to let you know, how to respond in a way that you will see (are you still around?), but if you can see this: I love you and I loved, loved, loved your message!

I missed writing. A lot. But I have so tired lately that I was having difficulties writing this next chapter. I finally got it out and I wanted to share it with all of you. This one is a bit more lighthearted than the last (we’re going to go on a rollercoaster here, with lighthearted chapters intermixed with not-so lighthearted chapters). I also changed the tags a bit.

Ravenwatch and sexuality: It’s actually canon that House Ravenwatch has “naked parties”. I kid you not. Gwendis has dialogue during the quest where you crown the new King/Queen of Rivenspire; if you meet her upstairs in Shornhelm’s castle, she’ll say something like:“If this were a Ravenwatch party, none of these people would be wearing clothes”. Please note that this is a “missable conversation”;if you do not catch Gwendis before completing the crowning quest, you will never get to see her say it again.

Even if ZOS later decides to erase these lines, they can’t erase them from history because I have recordings of it :D In all honesty? I actually appreciated this little side note;I think it adds more complexity to their characters. Given their rules about consent regarding blood giving, their parties are probably fully consensual too.And there really isn’t anything wrong about adults having consensual parties. Besides, vampires have always been a little associated with sex and sexuality, so I don’t think it’s really that surprising.

Kalin’s comment is a reference to their parties. But he purposely worded it in a way that he knew Elyssa wouldn’t understand: with a reference to a Dunmer tavern-brothel. No, Ophelia doesn’t actually participate in their parties (having grown up in this place, I think it would be awkward for all people involved); instead she usually goes to visit relatives and comes back to help with the clean-up. That’s not gonna stop Kalin from teasing her anyways. Speaking of Kalin, I really think he didn’t need to be half-naked and lounging on their dining room table during their mealtime. Just saying: I feel like we were interrupting a little more than just “mealtime”.

Now, whether or not Verandis and his "children" have relations with each other when they keep referring to each other by familial names ("father", "sister") is a different story; the idea makes me uncomfortable. But I'm fairly certain Kalin (who is not "a family member") and mortal guests can get some action with the vampires.

In regards to the mortal servants: I’m sorry, ZOS. I don’t care how much magic is pumping through Tamriel’s veins; you will never convince me that two servants (Kalin and Estelle) can feed a household of five vampires once a night every night (even more than five vampires if you save the two people during the Rivenspire quests). Even with magical “produce more blood” potions, I felt the need to add at least two more mortals to the household…I hope readers don’t mind…

It did get me thinking: how does Verandis find these people? I doubt he just puts up an ad onto the Shornhelm bulletin board. Can you imagine? “Help wanted. Must have lots of blood and no aversion to pointy objects in your neck” (I’m kidding). Melina Cassel’s comments in her hireling mails implies that Verandis doesn’t force the servants to give blood as a part of their contract (she makes mention that Estelle giving blood goes “beyond the call of duty”). But there probably is a preference for those who aren’t averse to parting with a bit of their life force every now and then. In Kalin’s case, I’m like 99% convinced his half naked Dunmer self does it because he thinks it’s hot.

I actually had a mock up done of the Castle Ravenwatch basement/lower floor on the PTS using Daggerfall Overlook. I’m not sure if anyone would be interested enough in it for me to post a pic of it though. (yes, I know.  I saw the Ravenwatch Prologue and I don’t care)

I really hope ZOS comes up with a house crest for House Ravenwatch soon; otherwise I will have to make my own…

I know it may not seem like it from this chapter, but I actually have fallen madly in love with Fennorian. But it doesn’t technically appear during the Rivenspire questline, and I actually want Elyssa’s first time meeting him to be during her visit to Western Skyrim and doing something like the Bound in Blood quest.

The goat: It’s more of an inside joke I have with myself. When I was going through the Rivenspire questline for the first time, I noticed that there’s a goat that appears behind Ravenwatch Castle. At first, I thought it coincided the appearance and disappearance of Kalin. So I made a joke to myself that Kalin IS the goat. (Later I found out the goat’s appearance has nothing to do with whether or not Kalin the NPC is around. Still, I thought it would be funny to poke at that idea in the fic).

I have a problem with the Stormhaven storyline and this idea that you have to have this specific potion made with the Dream Shard just to avoid dreams. For the purposes of this story, I’m going to re-write that part so that the Dream Shard created potion is only to prevent Vaermina’s magic from interfering with your dreams specifically, and that there are likely plenty of other alchemy potions (sleep potions) that could prevent dreams (but not necessarily prevent Vaermina or her followers from affecting your sleep or giving you nightmares anyways). I just wanted to make that distinction.

While I wouldn’t doubt Vaermina might torment the Vestige in their sleep as a payback, I doubt the Daedric Prince would care enough to do it constantly (just the feeling that I got when I finished the Stormhaven questline was that Vaermina wasn’t too perturbed by being thwarted. Her “imprisoning” the Vestige in her realm was half-hearted as well; you could easily leave. Like she had much bigger fish to fry than you).

In regards to House Ravenwatch and sexuality again: I wanted to state more bluntly that No, I do not think the vampiric family members have sex with each other because they keep referring to each other as "brother" and "sister" (and to Verandis as "father") in canon. Yes, I know they're probably not ACTUALLY related to each other, but still. Instead, I think they have rampant naked parties with fully willing fully adult mortal participants. Let's be honest: there's got to be at least as many mortals in Tamriel who think vampires are hot as there are people in our world that think vampires are hot...Also. You know. Kalin. Half naked. On the table. Just saying.

PLEASE NOTE: Elyssa Arboretum is NOT the actual name of my character. I changed her last name for this story because...well....I'm a little shy. If you ever meet someone in game that has a name similar but not exact, it MIGHT be me. I usually like being on my own, as social situations can cause me great stress (especially if they're strangers). I am so sorry, and I greatly appreciate your understanding...

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She was staring at a wall.

….

…….

To be fair, it was a very nice wall.

…

….

….Although it did take her more than a moment’s time to realize she was staring at it sideways.

…

…And even longer to realize that she was staring at it sideways because she was lying down.

Groaning out of partial frustration, Elyssa heaved herself into a sitting position.

A soft bed and warm blankets were there to greet her, and they were inviting enough that she was sorely tempted to just go back to sleep.

But the longer she sat there, the faster the memories of the previous days nagged at her:

High Rock.

Blood fiends.

A plot to conquer the entirety of Rivenspire by a grieving and spiteful Breton noble.

The usual.

….

……She had to know what time it was.

Covers flung wide, she jumped out of bed.  Or tripped, rather; a creak in her back found her eagerness a bit disagreeable.   And it took a bit rubbing out her muscles to get her poor back to stand up straight.

But she hurried to make her way downstairs, whether her sore back liked it or not, when she heard the echoes of a conversation.

Gwendis and Melina were both there in the main hall.  Gwendis was literally lounging on top of her coffin, her arm lazily hanging over her eyes as if she meant to sleep like that.

Melina was at the table, toying with an array of colorful runestones.

“Good morning, Elyssa,” Melina cheerfully greeted her as she approached.

“Morning, Melina.  Morning Gwendis.”

Gwendis only gave a grunt in response.

Elyssa took a spot next to Melina, watching her as she carefully examined one rune at a time before placing them into different, colorful piles.

“Did you sleep well?”  Melina asked, frowning and squinting closer to her own hand when she noticed the rune she held had its surface defaced.

“Better than well.  I think this was the best sleep I’ve had since…it’s got to have been weeks...I feel fantastic…”

Melina chuckled a little.  “Well if you get such wonderful sleep in our home, perhaps you should stay with us then!  At least, for a while.  We get so few guests; I find it a little exciting to have someone new with us.  And, provided you’re still interested, I’d love the opportunity to show you a few basic enchanting techniques.  You know…when all this…ah, bloodfiend business is over.”

Elyssa perked up with a grin.  “I think I’d really like that.  And maybe you could take a look at that book I got, the one I told you about?  It really doesn’t make a lick of sense to me, and it would be great if someone could translate it into something more ‘beginner level’.”

“Oh of course, dear. I’ll certainly give it a try when we’re all a little less pre-occupied…”

“Wake me up when the world’s ending,” Gwendis moaned, still lounging on her perch.

“Is she all right?” Elyssa asked, leaning towards Melina.

“Oh she’s fine.  Just cranky after scouting out half of Rivenspire for Adusa.  She’ll be better after she gets some rest….”

Melina’s eyes narrowed at Gwendis.  “She’d feel even better if she actually bothered to go inside her coffin instead of sleeping on the hard stone lid...”

“That requires getting up…” Gwendis complained.

Melina gave a sigh, then went back to her rune sorting.

But Elyssa continued to stare at Gwendis, lost in thought.

“Do vampires dream?”  She asked, absentmindedly.

“Of course we do,” Melina replied. “My favorite dreams involve handsome men, coming to sweep me off my feet and take me far away to their extravagant and elaborate castle where we watch the stars and raise our nineteen adopted children together…”

“Which, for Melina, is nineteen too many,” Gwendis chimed in with a chuckle.

“Oh hush you.  If you’re too tired to lift a coffin lid than you’re too tired to make fun of my fantasies.”

“Do you really want nineteen children?”  Elyssa asked.

“Well…” She started with a bit of a grimace, “Maybe not quite THAT many….But I do want at least a child or two.  I adore children, they can be so sweet sometimes…”

She stared with melancholy as she traced the face of a beautiful rune.

“Never making assumptions….never judging you…”  She continued, solemnly.

“Breaking all the furniture in the house,” Gwendis remarked with a more lighthearted air.

“I suppose they can also be quite destructive too,” Melina gave out a little laugh.  “But what about you, Elyssa?  Have you ever thought about children?”

Elyssa made a face. “I think my horse is enough of a handful…”

She straightened up in a panic when she remembered her horse.

“Wait, my horse!  I put her around back in that shed place like Ophelia told me to, but I forgot to ask: was that really okay?  What if the bloodfiends got to her?  Should I go check on her?”

Melina patted her hand reassuringly just as she stood.

“Don’t fret there, dear.  The bloodfiends tend to lean away from anything that doesn’t smell like food, and our scent is all over these grounds.  It wards the little monsters away from our beautiful castle.”

Elyssa sat back down out of relief.

“Besides,” Melina added, “Our beloved little goat would have been eaten a long time ago if it were otherwise.”

“That goat!” Elyssa groaned. “I mean, speaking of kids and destruction: your goat wouldn’t stop headbutting me as I was trying to take off my horse’s tack, and I was very nearly tempted to kick him straight into your lake.  How do you get him to stop?”

“Elyssa!”  Melina chastised with a cluck. “That’s no way to treat Kalin.”

“Yes but—“ Elyssa cut off as those words wormed their way into her head.  “Wha….”

She turned to Melina, face contorted in a mixture of utter confusion with a touch of horror.  “What?  But I thought Kalin was the name of your…”

“Our resident Weregoat, yes.”

“Your resident… what?”

“Were.  Goat.” Melina said with precise articulation.

Elyssa stared at her as if she’d grown an extra head.  “You’re pulling my leg.”

“Me?” Melina asked, offended and with her hand firmly at her heart.  “Why I’d never!”

That did nothing to convince Elyssa.

“Gwendis…” Elyssa sighed, turning to the lounging vampire.  “Is there such thing as Weregoats?“

Gwendis lazily lifted her arm to give her a side eye.  “I mean, I think you should really focus on apologizing to Kalin for thinking about throwing him into the lake…Ya got some priorities you need to sort here…”

Elyssa flushed in embarrassment.  She’d never heard of a weregoat before.  But then, she’d never heard of friendly vampires until just yesterday.  And someone did tell her once that werebears were an actual thing…

“All…All right…” Elyssa said, slowly.  Not quite fully prepared to believe.  “Then when do weregoats transform?”

“Why, none other than the evening of every second Morndas of the month.  Which, I believe, was yesterday.  Is that not correct, Gwendis?”

“Yeee-ep.”  Gwendis replied, lazily letting the word hang in the air.

“Okay,” Elyssa said, a little less confident in herself.  “But why a goat, of all things?”

“Please,” Melina said, “Do I look like Hircine? For all we know, the Daedric Prince of the Hunt punishes those who scorn him with this…awful curse.  Such poor people might be used as fodder in the Prince’s hunting games.  All the more reason why he needs to stay, safe and sound, with us.”

Elyssa gave Melina a critical eye.  The vampire had been a bit overdramatic in the way she’d said “awful curse”, but otherwise it seemed she was serious.

Gwendis, likewise, seemed fairly serious too, even as she kept lounging on her coffin lid.  

Elyssa sighed, defeated.

“I guess I really should apologize to Kalin for getting irritated with him…”

“If you still don’t believe us, you can check out his tail,” Gwendis chipped in, “Ask if he’ll drop his pants and show you his hindquarters.”

Elyssa flushed red, and was about to reply that she would not, under any circumstances, ask to see the Dunmer’s posterior.

But a strangled noise brought her attention back to Melina, and her eyes narrowed in as the lady vampire struggled to keep a straight face.

“You…” Elyssa accused.  “You both are pulling my leg after all!”

Melina released the laughter she had apparently been holding in, and Gwendis was happy to chuckle alongside her.

“Come on, Mel,” Gwendis accused, “We had something here.”

The other’s laughter died down to a grin.

“Oh but Gwendis, I think you went a little too far with that one.  If she honestly asked Kalin to bare himself…you know how he gets…He’d probably acquiesce.”

“But that was the best part about it.” Gwendis grinned back.

“Well I don’t think it’s very nice,” Elyssa grumbled.

“Come on.” Gwendis said “We’re just teasing ya a bit.  A little hazing just to check if you’re good with our House and all.”

“Besides,” Melina added.  “It was positively adorable that you were willing to believe in weregoats.”

“Yeah.  I’m just so gullible aren’t I?”  Elyssa replied bitterly, remembering what the Count had told her last night about being a little too trusting of people.

“Come now, dear.” Melina said, patting her hand.  “We’re sorry.  Truly.  And how about I put my money where my mouth is and give you extra runestones for your next shipment as a little apology gift?”

“I guess…”  She replied, trying to refrain from any signs that free stuff had indeed perked up her mood just slightly.  

She found out she didn’t need to put much effort into that; the Count himself emerged from his study to interrupt.

“Good morning, Elyssa.  May I have a word with you?”  The statement was short, sweet, and a bit curt. Although that could have just been his High Elven accent.

“Do something naughty while we were gone, did ya?” Gwendis grinned at her just as Elyssa got up to join him.

“Wha—No!  Of course not!”

Gwendis’ chuckle seemed to almost follow her as she joined Verandis by the bookshelves.  This time, he forewent a book in favor of leaning against the shelves, his arms crossed while he regarded her carefully.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like a rock.”  She stretched out her back a little with a wince. “I even woke up feeling a little like a rock.”

“Probably because you spent the better part of the night sleeping on my floor.  If I hadn’t decided to venture upstairs to dabble with a little more alchemy, you’d have woken up there too.  Why didn’t you drink the potion while you were in bed?”

“I did!” Elyssa cheerfully replied, holding a finger up, “But then I thought it would be a good idea to fetch a little more wine to wash it down.”

His eyebrows rose as he gave her a pointed look

“I mean,” Elyssa continued, her hands dropping to her side again, “At the time it seemed like a good idea.  Obviously it’s not such a good idea after the fact.”

The Count stared at her critically for a good while before he closed his eyes with a sigh.  When he re-opened them, he was back to contemplative again.

“You’re lucky you suffered no serious injuries; you could have easily gained yourself a concussion.  It seems the Divines do more than simply gift you powerful light magic: it appears they’re also the only things that are keeping you alive.”

“Hey!”

“Which brings me to the reason I called you here.  I took the liberty of making a full batch of sleeping draught for you.  The bottles are on a tray upstairs labeled with their purpose and your name.”

“Really?”  Elyssa’s face lit up; the potential to actually get decent sleep was literally being handed to her.  “Thank you so much! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.  This stuff is fantastic; I didn’t dream at all after drinking it.”

“Which is something I need to warn you of.  As you’ve discovered for yourself, the draught places you in a very deep sleep.  Too deep to dream…and most certainly too deep to be easily roused.  If someone were to grab you or hurt you, you will likely not awaken.  Make sure to never take a dose unless you are absolutely certain of your safety.”

She was much less enthusiastic about this caveat; inn rooms were expensive, and camping was often inevitable for a lot of places.

“So…I probably shouldn’t drink any if it’s just me and my sleeping roll out in the open...”

“I would severely recommend against that.  Instead, if you absolutely cannot sleep and cannot find a safe haven, take a quarter dosage.  It will not rid you of your dreams, but it will help keep you from a restless night without sacrificing your ability to respond to potential threats.”

She gave him a wry smile.  “Aaaaand let me guess; I’ll have to come back to you every time I run out, won’t I?  Should I start looking for a house in Rivenspire?”

He waved the questions away.  “No need.  I’ve written down the recipe for you.   Even if you do not feel comfortable brewing it yourself, you need only take the instructions to any community’s resident alchemist.  It’s straightforward enough that any one of them should be able to provide it for you.”

She nodded and mimicked his stance to recline against the bookshelves, albeit from the opposite end.   Silence hung in the air, and he was still regarding her carefully.

“…That’s not all you called me here for.  Is it?”  Elyssa finally spoke up.

“No, it’s not.”  Verandis sighed.  She could tell from his very tone he was contemplating his words carefully. “Elyssa…have you considered spending time in Wayrest for a while?  There’s a flower festival that happens every year around this time, I believe.  I can only vouch for what I’ve seen from afar, but it’s does seem a rather popular event…”

She stared at him incredulously.  “We’re in the middle of a situation where bloodfiends and vampires are trying to take over the entire province…”

“Indeed.  And we have more than enough people here to handle it.”

She winced back as if he had struck her.  ‘We don’t need you’ was the unspoken implication.  

“Oh?  Am I a burden to you now?” She spat back bitterly.

“Child—“

“So what that I’m young?  That I have nightmares, and that you found out about them. Now I’m suddenly too pathetic to be of any use to you, is that right?”

“Listen to me—“

“No, you listen to me!  What was all that stuff you told me last night?  How it was okay to have weaknesses?  I’m grateful you gave me potions to help with my sleep, but I’m not worthless just because I need them!  And you!”

She pointed an accusing finger at him.

“You have no right to order me out of Rivenspire like this!  You aren’t my parent.  You aren’t my Emperor.  You’re not even the King of Rivenspire.”

She could tell, from the way his face perceptively changed, that the last statement hit a mark.  But she was too angry to care.

“No.  I’m going to stay right here. I’m going to help defeat Baron Montclair.  I’m gonna fight a whole bunch of bloodfiends to reach him…” She stared him down, fists clenched at her side, “And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me.”

He stared back at her, calmly watching for an indication that she was finished.

“Elyssa…”  When he finally spoke, it was soft, slow, and soothing. “I do not believe I ever said you were worthless or pathetic.”

“And yet you’re ordering me to go off prancing at a flower festival.”

“I’m not ordering you to do anything, child.  I’m merely making a suggestion.  A suggestion based on what I’ve seen and what you’ve told me…You need a moment to relax and recover.  One cannot keep shouldering so many burdens without cracking underneath their pressures.”

“But I’m also needed here.  Back at Shornhelm, you said I had powerful light magic.  Better than most.”  She reminded him.   “And that I could be a great help in all this, since we’re fighting people whose very skin cracks under the light…”

“And, to an extent, I stand by those words.  Light magic is notoriously tricky to learn compared to the other elements, and yet it seems to come to you as easily as breathing does.  This is unheard of, particularly for someone at your age.  There are those who would even go so far as to call you a prodigy, myself included.”

The unexpected praise took a little of the edge off her rage.

“But you’re still inexperienced, and it’s painfully obvious you have not had any formal training in combat; your footwork is sloppy and you leave far too many openings for your opponent to take advantage of.  This might not be particularly risky when dealing with mindl0ess bloodfiends, creatures which have very little ability to strategize.  But the full-fledged vampires in Montclair’s army won’t hesitate to use that against you.  Furthermore, why aren’t you using a staff?”

She straightened up with pride.  “Swords are cool.”

He paused as if this was not the answer he was expecting.

“A staff would make a tremendous improvement on your magicka flow.”  He continued on with the same tone of voice.  He had, apparently, elected to ignore her statement. “You might even see an additional threefold improvement in the manifestation of your abilities.”

“But it would leave me wide open.  Greatswords help me guard against blows…”

“And so can staves…”

He walked over to retrieve his own firestaff that had been waiting in the corner for him.  Holding it out for her to look at, he gestured to its components.

“A typical battlestaff is made with combat in mind, and part of that involves the possibility that you will need to block a blow if your opponent finds a way to come within reach.  You can see here how my own weapon has its wood reinforced with a layer of metal.  Furthermore, are the multiple runes embedded into its spine…”

His finger traced over the weapon.  As if in response to its owner’s command, several symbols glowed across the length of it, brightly shining for a brief moment before settling back to normal.

“These, too, are designed with its protection in mind.  And with the mind of maintaining consistent magicka flow.  A staff that can no longer provide a steady resonation with its owner’s power is not only useless, but dangerous.  Such a weapon risks a catastrophic explosion if the user was not careful; thus, the important of the runes.  And as for its bladed tip…”

He gestured to the very top of the staff, in which the blade has been sharpened to fine edge.

“It is not unusual for many staff artisans to include a bladed tip in their work.  It does nothing to impair the staff’s traditional function and offers the advantage to utilize it as a make-shift spear, should the need require it.”

He set the staff aside back in its designated corner.

“Staves may not be as….”  He gave her an indulgent smile “…flashy as some other weapons, but they are nonetheless perfectly viable, and adaptable to changing situations on the battlefield.”

Elyssa grumbled, unimpressed.  “First you order me out of the region, now you’re ordering me to change my weapon—“

“Just another suggestion, Elyssa.  A suggestion,” The Count interrupted with wry smile.  He went to return to his books once again.

“As you say, Father.”  She mockingly shot back.  She waited for a moment to see if he’d react to that, if only just a little bit. But her frustration grew a tad when it was clear he was utterly unfazed by the title, continuing on in his books without so much as a raised eyebrow.

She grumbled again, and turned to leave the library.

“And please do not forget to eat before you leave, my daughter.” He called after her.

She froze in the doorway, and took a moment to glance back at him; her face full of surprise.

His reading was as focused as it always was, but he did pause to look up when he noticed her watching.

“Something wrong?”  He asked, and the very end of his mouth seemed to twist ever so slightly in a smile that almost looked….devious.

“N-no…” She replied shakily, the surprise lining her face beginning to tinge just slightly with mortification.

She thought the damned vampire elf would be too serious to give much of a reaction, let alone throw her comment back in her face.

“Then by all means: do try to make me proud out there.” He turned the page and returned to his books, still with that damnable little smile.

“I---“ Elyssa closed her mouth almost as soon as she’d opened it, before she said anything she might later come to regret, and decided it was far better to just turn around and walk away.

She could hear Gwendis’ muffled, gentle laughter beside her as she passed the coffins, and it only made her more determined to try and keep the red from her face from showing; it was likely most of the vampiric members of the household had overheard.

Melina, too, seemed to struggle with her own smile as Elyssa passed her.

“Oh,” Melina said. “I believe Ophelia made some honey bread this morning, if that pleases you, dear sister.”

“Shut up.”  Elyssa muttered back, and made haste for the guest room before either of them could comment further.

She ignored the tray of alchemy bottles that had been set aside for her on the table, deciding she could figure out the logistics of safely storing them in her pack later.  Once safely within the walls of her temporary bedroom, she made a beeline for her gear.

She was quickly getting used to putting it on; the intricacies that went into the chainmail underside and the straps that accompanied the plate outer layer did not seem to trouble her as much as it did weeks ago.

Her feet brought her to stand in front of the mirror, admiring her work.   She looked almost like a real soldier.

Honorary member of the Lion Guard, Elyssa Arboretum.  

The memory of the guard announcing this while offering the suit of tailored armor played in her head.  It was to be expected: in spite of all the things she had (somehow) managed to accomplish, she wasn’t actually a soldier.  She had no training in their regiment…nor was she even technically a citizen of High Rock.  

‘You’re footwork is sloppy and you leave too many openings’

‘It seems the Divines do more than simply gift you powerful light magic: it appears they’re also the only things that are keeping you alive’

These new words began to rotate in her head, churning into doubts.

Most of her opponents, thus far, had either been werewolves overcome by their animalistic desires, nature corrupting spirits, mindless zombies, or clumsy bandits and disorganized cultist members…None of them had combat styles that could be comparable to word “finesse”.  So her usual method of brute forcing her way with powerful spears of light magic before swinging her greatsword around in a haphazard manner had always worked out.  Tactics, strategy, and footwork were never things she ever thought about on a regular basis.

Even with Angof the Gravesinger...he almost seemed like the more she fought with him, the more he just…gave up. As if his motivation to defeat her was shriveling away like the very vines he failed to grow.  Most of his necromantic abilities didn’t stand a chance against the element of light; she barely even needed to concentrate to sweep the floor clear of his zombies.  They faded to dust almost as soon as she touched them with even the dimmest glow of her power.  And that wasn’t even mentioning the fact that she had plenty of help at her side at the time…

….

...What if she’d just been lucky so far in her opponents?

That all of her “deeds” were nothing more than the culmination of her brute forcing her own “prodigy-like” magic and having the “Gods’ luck” on her side?

…..

….Was she actually making a difference?

She struck a pose in the mirror, hoping to look impressive decked out in her armor…but her rounded cheeks and short stature did nothing to wipe away the traditional, youthful appearance of a Breton.

Why couldn’t she have inherited at least a little of her Imperial father’s more chiseled features?

She stuck her tongue out at herself, and was greeted with an even more childish sight as a result.  Fully frustrated, she grabbed her pack and stuck a few of her things in it.

She frowned at the alchemy bottles; it was times like these that she wished she had a bigger protective bottle case in her pack.  She was grateful that he made her so much, but there was just a few too many to fit.

And she was hungry.

…She huffed, and decided she’d have to figure out the problem of the bottles later.

As she made her way downstairs, she caught sight of Gwendis and Melina chatting at the dining table; Gwendis finally appeared to have made it off her coffin.  Elyssa was almost tempted to throw a teasing comment at her for that.

Further downstairs was the basement level.

She’d been told it was always kept locked, mostly so that the household (both vampire and servant) could have a place of privacy away from any visiting guests.  The main kitchen was down there, however, and so she found herself knocking at the basement door.

“Why good morning to you, Elyssa!”  The cheerful face of an older, gray haired Imperial woman greeted her.

“Good morning, Ophelia.  Melina told me you have some honey bread all made up?”

“I do.  I do indeed; my lady must have smelled it from the hall.  Come in, sweetie, and I’ll cut you a few slices.”

The basement of Ravenwatch castle was, perhaps, even more homely than its main hall.  Reminiscent of the guest suite, there were no gargoyle statues or eclectic furnishings (save for the two coffins in the center of the room, one of which had to be Melina’s).  A roaring fireplace lit up the place brighter than the other rooms, perhaps for the benefit of the servants as they had their own separate room nearby.

Workstations filled with alchemy ingredients and enchanting components lined the walls.  A mysterious door to an even deeper cellar was in the far corner (she was told it was strictly forbidden to anyone not of the House; and that only made her slightly more curious about it).  Finally, there was a full kitchen to the side; much nicer than the kitchenette of the upstairs guest suite.

Ophelia wasn’t the only servant awake; the others were out and about as well.

The Breton, Estelle, was by the fire, working on some sort of sewing.  She was the only one Elyssa hadn’t formally met; they told her she was of a skittish disposition, particularly around strangers.  From what was mentioned, the Count had found and rescued her from bandits who had badly abused her.  Until she got used to a new person, it was advised for that individual to leave her alone unless absolutely necessary.

Anise, a Bosmer, was at the nearby dining table, a table that was a much smaller twin to the grander one of the main hall.  She….definitely looked like she was still asleep, her small head propped up by her arms at the table.  Narcolepsy was something Ophelia had mentioned; apparently Anise had trouble finding someone to hire her in a ‘traditional’ job because of her condition.  But the household wasn’t perturbed by the idea of narcolepsy, and had hired her practically on the spot the moment she revealed she was perfectly comfortable with the idea of serving vampires.

Ophelia herself was busy cutting an impressively large portion of an equally impressively large loaf of sweet smelling bread.  Elyssa recalled that when she had previously asked what the Imperial thought about living here, the older woman had merely scoffed.  For Ophelia, it was just tradition; her family had served House Ravenwatch for a handful of generations.  She had literally grown up in the castle.  So, naturally, she was quite fine with it all.  

Kalin, one of the ones Elyssa had spoken to the most (but ironically knew the least about), was lounging about at the wall near the kitchen, eyeing her carefully.  The only information she had on the Dunmer was that he was the oldest and longest serving of all the mortals who stayed there.

“So our guest yet lives…”  He said, that slow sardonic drawl of his hanging in the air. “Do tell; how does it feel knowing you survived a night in a vampire’s stronghold?”

“Got better sleep here than in most inn rooms.” She responded, grinning. “You all seem to get along really well with each other.”

He laughed.  “Indeed….we’re quite….close with each other…”

“Kalin,” Ophelia warned.

“Some of us ….closer…than others.”

“Kalin.”

“You might even say it’s a regular Ebony Flask around here--”

Ophelia banged her knife down flat with a loud clunk, staring him down with a none-too pleased grimace.

“What’s an Ebony Flask?” Elyssa asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Now you see?  She’s only going to start asking more questions…” Ophelia said.

“What…Is it something bad?”

“Not at all…” Kalin continued, an exceptionally wolfish grin lining his face. “Ophelia is only upset because sometimes even she—“

“That’s it!”  Ophelia pointed her knife at him from afar. “You. Out of my kitchen!”

“My work here is done…” Kalin stated in monotone, impish grin still on his lips as he strolled out the basement doors.

He held it open for Gwendis, who had found her way downstairs.

“Gwendis!”  Elyssa approached her “Kalin said it’s like a regular Ebony Flask around here; what does that mean?”

Whatever emotion Gwendis’ face had before vanished as she stared off into the distance with pursed lips.  She took a deep breath through her nose…

….Then turned and walked right back through the basement doors again.

“Wha-Gwendis?!”

“Never you mind that, sweetie.”  Ophelia interjected with an almost strangled voice.  “Why don’t you come and have some breakfast?  I made you some eggs and bacon too; I think you could use the protein, going out to fight as you do.  Might even put a little meat on those bones.”

Melina was next to come through the doors, clutching her satchel of runes and yawning all the while. And Elyssa immediately abandoned her breakfast plate to jump on the opportunity.

“Melina!  Kalin talked about an ‘Ebony Flask’.  What does he mean by that?”

Melina paused mid yawn, a curious expression forming on her face.

“Oh Elyssa…” She sighed.  “I’m afraid I’m much too tired to have this conversation.  We can have this talk after I’ve taken my rest…”

“My lady, I must protest!” Ophelia exclaimed.

Melina gained a rather mischievous smile at Ophelia’s outburst. “Very well.  We can have this talk after I’ve taken my rest AND after Ophelia has gone to bed.”

“My lady, please.”

Elyssa grinned as Melina gave her a little wink.  Seeing that, Ophelia’s protestations started to die down into more of a sputter.

“Herding cats around here…” Elyssa could hear Ophelia mutter under her breath as the older woman re-doubled her cleaning efforts. “Some days, I swear…”

But Elyssa was far more interested in what Melina was doing: heading towards one of the stone coffins in the main area of the room.  

Melina caught sight of her following close behind.

“Curious, are we?” She asked with a slightly amused smile.

“I just want to see what’s in it.” Elyssa beamed back at her.

“What might you think is in it?” Melina cocked her head slightly.

“I…”  Elyssa tried to think of all the vampire stories she knew.  Which wasn’t very helpful. She knew they supposedly slept in coffins, but she never really heard any stories about what they slept with. “…Jewels?”

The lady vampire laughed. “I’m not a dragon!”

The coffin lid scraped across its base as she moved it, revealing a cushioned lining, a small horde of pillows and a patterned blanket.  Though the outside was drab stone, the inside looked…rather homey.  For a coffin.

“Not quite what you were hoping for?” Melina asked, as it seemed she noticed her dismay.  

“I don’t know.”  Elyssa frowned.  “Why not just sleep in a bed then?”

The vampire bit at her lower lip in contemplation.

“Well…I can’t speak for the others…But in my case…”  She shifted uncomfortably.  “I--the first days of my new life were spent constantly under threat from the sun, even when I tried to sleep….especially when I tried to sleep.  I developed a bit of a phobia for it.  And after a while, I just started to feel…more at ease in places that were dark and enclosed.”

She fondly traced the edges of the lid.  “Sleeping in a box of some sort is the easiest way to accomplish that.  But they don’t usually make human shaped cargo boxes...And asking for one would likely raise too many questions…But coffins…”

The vampire waved towards her open resting place.

“...Coffins are requested all the time.  Even coffins ordered to your exact specifications; no one ever bats an eye over measurements…It’s a convenience, really.”

“So…you could sleep in a bed if you wanted to?”

“The bed itself certainly wouldn’t kill us.  But….our reactions aren’t always fast when we’re groggy and it’s the middle of the day, so if someone were to open the drapes on any of us while we lay exposed and slumbering…”

“But all of the windows here are glazed over; I could open all the drapes in the castle and the sun still wouldn’t touch you…And I mean…there can’t be that many people who would do something that horrible to you in the first place…”

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Elyssa.”  Melina smiled kindly.  “It isn’t true, and I think you know that, but it’s very sweet of you to say nonetheless.  There are plenty of people out there who wouldn’t hesitate…so…Just…think of the coffin in the same way you’d think of a stuffed toy that a child would cling to; it brings me comfort and assurance to know the sun can’t touch me so long as I’m inside.”

“I’m guessing you’re going to sleep now?”   Elyssa watched as Melina kicked off her shoes and settled down among the bright interior of her coffin.

“Mmmm…Indeed.  I just simply can’t keep my eyes open any longer…”  She sighed happily as she nuzzled one of her pillows.  “Won’t you be a dear and close my lid for me?”

“Wait…”  Elyssa gestured to the coffin opposite of hers.  “Before I do, I wanted to ask: there’s five coffins total, but I thought there was only four of you…”

“Oh…that one would belong to my dear, sweet brother…”  Melina lazily said, already with half lidded eyes. “You won’t likely meet him; he’s gone and locked himself in the cellar.  Out of abundance of caution, mostly.  He’s been having difficulties these days, and…oh, well, he’s such a sweetheart; he’d do anything to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone…”

“I see….” Elyssa said, suddenly solemn as she stared out towards the cellar hatch.  “I hope he feels better.”

“Indeed, as do I.  I so hate to think of him stuck down there, but it was his choice and my Lord approved…”

She let out another yawn.  “Ah…oh, excuse me.  I’m so sorry, Elyssa.  But I must really bid you a good day; I cannot possibly stay awake a moment longer.  Please promise you’ll stay safe.  I’ve already become a bit fond of you, and I would hate it terribly if you were injured….”

“I’ll promise I’ll try not to die.  Have a good night…erm…I mean day.  Have a good day, Melina.”

Melina gave her one last, sweet smile as Elyssa pushed close the lid.

…It was a lot heavier than anticipated.

She had to shove her shoulder against it just to get it shut.  The clunk of the stone finding the indentation on its base was louder than she’d thought it would be and caused her to jump.

Giving one last look towards the cellar hatch, as if expecting another vampire to appear any moment, Elyssa went back to the table.  Eggs, bacon, and honey bread were shoveled down as fast as she could manage.

~~~

She walked out of the basement a little too full; Ophelia had insisted on giving her a second helping of eggs and bacon, and had even tried for a third.  Given the sort of conversations that had accompanied breakfast, Elyssa had a nagging feeling that the older woman had been desperately trying to distract her from Ebony Flasks.  And, of course, that did nothing but make her more curious.  

Chances were, Ophelia would manage to talk Melina out of explaining it later.

So instead of heading towards the front door with her pack, she made a quick beeline for Gwendis, who had gone back to lounging atop her coffin.

“Psst….Gwendis?  Gwendis, what’s an Ebony Flask?”  She gave the vampire a few pokes in the arm that was covering her eyes.  The skin was oddly cold compared to a mortal’s.

…And the vampire didn’t budge.

“I know you know.  You had that look on your face when I asked about it before, so don’t think you can pretend otherwise.”

And the vampire still didn’t budge.

“Aww come on.  You can’t be asleep already.  And even if you were, there’s a tasty mortal inches from your face nudging you with her fingers.  If that doesn’t wake up a vampire, I don’t know what would.  So what’s an Ebony Flask?  Is it a type of skooma?  Do you all get together to use skooma?  I won’t judge; I promise.”

She could see Gwendis’ lips twitching against her pale face, but otherwise she continued to remain still.

Elyssa huffed.  “Fine.  Be that way.  I give up.  Have a good nigh—day.  Day!  Ugh.  Whatever.”

She passed by Verandis’ study on her way out.  He was still in there, working away at his books, as usual.  Elyssa was partly tempted to go in and ask him about Ebony Flasks and what that had to do with House Ravenwatch.

But she was still too irritated at him to even make the attempt, and that pushed all other thoughts away; so much so that she simply headed outside without so much as a ‘goodbye’ to him.

The bright sun greeted her as soon as she pushed open the heavy oak doors. She stopped to stretch out as she basked in the warmth.

“Hey don’t forget…” Gwendis’ voice came echoing through the halls behind her, proving that she hadn’t been asleep after all, “…Watch out for the weregoats out there.”

Elyssa’s irritation was matched only by the intensity of how hard she slammed their front door shut.

“I hate you all.” She muttered under her breath.  Not that she completely meant it.  

But her irritation only grew further as she noticed a bloodfiend at the edge of town, happily gorging itself on a dead citizen.  

…

……It was like breathing; such an apt description that Verandis had given her earlier that it became hard for her to think of it otherwise.

Warmth filled the tips of her fingers, a growing sensation that shifted through her palm like a liquid.

Coalescing.  Expanding.  An extension of her arm, of her will.  She often found she only needed to hold the image of a spear in her mind for it to form.  And with two steps taken, her momentum helped to send the whole thing forward, hurling through the air.

What was only mere moments resulted in a motionless bloodfiend, a bright spear of solid-like light skewered into its chest.

Unfortunately, it seemed she attracted some attention; another figure lurking in the shadows manifested itself right next to the dead bloodfiend.  She readied herself another spear….

…Only to then dissipate the light in her hands when she realized the second figure had cat ears.

And she winced when a rather irate Adusa-daro came towards her.

“H-Hi…Adusa….”  She nervously greeted.

“Adusa would appreciate…” The Khajiit began with a glower.  “…If the young one would please stop throwing such powerful holy magic so close to this one’s fur…”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!  I just didn’t see you there when you’re dressed in all black like that!”

“Yes yes; this is exactly the sort of thing Adusa is worried about…”  Adusa grumbled, but she didn’t actually seem too upset at her.

Then again, it was difficult to tell; the Khajiit’s black and flowing cloak was surely thick enough to ensure no sunlight ever peaked through, and most definitely dark enough to obscure any body language.  It looked to be made of the same fine material as the one she’d seen Verandis wear the other day, and she was sure that, like Verandis’, it held a dark grey outline of their house crest on the back as well.

…Although Verandis’ cloak didn’t exactly have cat ear protrusions on the hood; that would have been a definite improvement. (She made a mental note to herself to tell him to get some cat ears on his cloak.  Since he was so eager to give her ‘suggestions’ before, he surely wouldn’t mind receiving ‘suggestions’ in return.).

Elyssa frowned as she attempted to figure out where among the bloodfiends the vampire had been lurking.  She only found more bloodfiends.

Which only made her frown more because…well….bloodfiends.

“How can you stand all this going on right outside your doorstep?  With these poor people like….like this…?”

She vigorously gestured towards a few of the creatures shambling close by.

“Patience, young one.  Tell this one; what is the most important thing we must focus on?”

“Killing Montclair?”

“Yes, good.  And what else?”

Elyssa strained herself to think: what else was there besides killing Montclair and dispatching bloodfiends?

“….Er…Killing Montclair…a second time…?”

Adusa groaned. “The living, Elyssa.  Living people are important, yes?  We must kill Montclair and make sure any living survivors are safe.  These are the two most important of all things that we must do.”

She could hear the khajiit grunt in disgust as she waved towards the bloodfiends.

“These….creatures.  They can wait until later…The dead will always be here later…The living?  Not so much.”

“Sorry; I guess I just took it for granted that we’d help the survivors.  I mean…why wouldn’t we?  But these bloodfiends here…they do still bother you…right?”  Elyssa asked in a quiet voice.

Adusa was in the process of taking down fabric around the face area, which suggested that the cloak, like typical Breton hoods, had a built in face mask.  

“We may not have always spoken much to the people here…” Adusa said. Pain on her face as cat-like eyes scanned over the town.  “But the ones of Crestshade…they were good people.  They do not deserve such a fate.  It is….very, very difficult to watch.  These townsfolk deserve to be put to rest, and not wander like filthy beasts.”

“Is there a chance that Montclair would use these ones for his army?”

The khajiit shook her head.

“Look at them, young one.  They are baking in the sun, and they do not even realize it hurts…Montclair would not win this war on the backs of freshly burnt carcasses falling to pieces.  No, the bloodfiends sent here were clearly only meant to coax the people out of their homes and scattered on the winds.  To turn to the curse any of those who could not make it out…less people he would have to cow to his would-be rule…”

Adusa’s fangs protruded as she softly snarled, her ears hunched back.  “…This one also thinks he may have been trying to mock us a little as well…Send bloodfiends to attack the town while we all were away as an insult to all of our efforts…”

Elyssa remained silent.

She didn’t know how to respond except to look out again amongst the bloodfiends stumbling across the ground…

Their bodies did seem like they were coming apart at the seams; many of them had sun wounds that burrowed straight through their skin, creating gaping holes that only hindered their movements more.

“We must rest and work and focus on the two most important things, Elyssa.  Never forget the priorities. And speaking of which: Adusa is glad to have caught you before you left.  She has need of you.  You will help, yes?”

“What needs to be done?”

“Adusa has been scouting to see how far Montclair’s army has taken its curse, how far it has spread.  They have taken over a small town called Moira’s Hope in the south.  This one could smell the blood of the living there...but there are also many, many bloodfiends as well.  She will need help to cut a path through…and perhaps help with the survivors as well; they are more likely to trust a fellow mortal than Adusa, and there may be need to get them out quickly…”

“Right! I’m with you; I just need to go and get Justice ready…”

“Justice?”  Adusa followed Elyssa around back to their stables.

“My horse.”

“…Is that not…How does one say?  ‘A little on the nose’?”

“Oh I didn’t name her that.  That was the name she came with.  If you can believe it, I got her for free from this cranky old Imperial man.”   Elyssa’s face screwed up as she recalled the memory. “All eight of his horses were white Imperial thoroughbreds, and ALL of them were named Justice….”

Adusa looked at her with incredulity.  “…Did he not have trouble telling them apart?”

“He was so angry; I was afraid to ask too many questions.” She flashed Adusa a nervous smile.

“Very generous, a whole horse….”

“I don’t think he could afford to take care of them all after he’d been displaced from the war.  And I think he was also looking to help other citizens of Cyrodiil, because he only offered her to me when he found out I was a fellow refugee…”

Her comment cut short and her muscles tensed up when she came face to face…with him.

He was hanging out, casually, by the awning of the stables, right next to Justice.

He lifted his head to watch her as she approached.

Her arch-nemesis.

The bane of her existence.

                                     The damned goat.

Her blue eyes narrowed in on him; her stance braced for impact.

He stared back, creepy little sideways pupils watching her as if to size her up.

She took a few sidesteps to the right, maintaining eye contact.

He mirrored her maneuver, his soft bleating filled with obvious faux innocence.

She stopped.

He stopped.

The irritating fiend was playing hardball.

Slowly, she inched her way towards her horse, eyes dead center on her foe in anticipation of the slightest mo—

“What...”  Adusa’s voice intervened, “…In the name of the blessed moons are you doing?”

“Your goat is pure ev—“

Only a moment; Elyssa had only looked away from her dreaded foe for a moment, and the beast, sensing weakness, lowered its horned head to charge.  Just barely was she able to escape the horror of it all by scrambling up the stable post with a yelp.

Adusa stood where she was, her arms crossed, and surveyed the scene with eyes aglow with amusement.

“Hibiscus must like you.  She does not usually react in such a manner with anyone else…”

“You call this liking?” Elyssa grimaced as she clung to the stable post and tried to shoo the goat away by waving one foot while trying to balance on the other.  “Look at the eyes, Adusa!  Those are the eyes of a bloodthirsty creature who has killed before…and will kill again!”  

“Speaking as one who knows bloodthirsty creatures, Adusa can assure that Hibby is both safe and does not consume blood,” Adusa began to make her way back around the castle.  “This one will see you at Moira’s Hope, then.”

“Wha-you’re leaving me??!”  Hibiscus the goat was already making the attempt to scale up the stable walls just to get to her enemy.

“Adusa has every confidence you can handle little Hibby.  If not, Hibby’s treat bag is at the right of yourself. Feed her no more than three whole apples; a fat Hibby would make Anise very concerned.”

And with a wave over her shoulder, the hooded Adusa was gone.

Elyssa turned to her adversary.

“So….You’re a girl goat, huh?  That’s quite a coincidence.  I happen to be a girl human.  We have so much in common; please stop trying to kill me.”

The horizontal goat pupils didn’t seem to falter, and she idly wondered if goats were carnivorous.

Her fingers strained as she tried to reach the treat bag, but she only ended up in an awkward, stretched out position with her torso still at the post and the weight of her upper half held up by her reaching fingers.  She looked at her horse, who was calmly grazing at a pile of hay.

“A little help?” She asked, not actually expecting her horse to respond.

Sure enough, the horse stared back at her, unfazed and ignorant of her situation, before dipping its head to take in another mouthful of hay.

“First Adusa, now you; the double betrayal hurts just a little bit.”  She said, purposefully overdramatic.  If only to make herself feel better about the whole situation.

The goat seemed to be getting impatient, as it begun to ram its horned head against the sides of the stable.  As if to try and knock her down.

“I have to wonder if you really are trying to kill me…” Elyssa winced as she made a solid lunge for an apple peeking out of the leather bag.   Another effortful motion and an apple was tossed as far away as she could manage.

It was a gift from the Gods that Hibby’s priorities involved eating first and everything else second; Elyssa was finally free to drop down.  Not necessarily in an elegant way, given her strained position; she ended up with a face full of hay, with her horse making the move to try and lick it off her face.

Straightened up with hay brushed off, she moved to get her horse’s tack on as quick as she possibly could before the demonic goat got back.  Part of which required giving a jealous Justice an apple of her own to get her to cooperate.

Her weapons and pack at the ready, she hoisted herself up atop her steed; just in time to watch a distraught Hibby cower from Justice’s mightier hooves.  Up high on a horse, she felt a bit more like a knight, regardless of whatever her image in the mirror had shown her before.

Ready to take on the world itself.

A click of the tongue and a flick of the reins, and she was well on her way.

Racing past the bloodfiends as the sun shone in the sky.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Final Author note: Bold of you to assume Verandis wouldn’t adopt your rebellious mortal ass, Elyssa.

[lover-of-midnight]

Is there a way out - chapter 15+16

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Rape/Non-Con

Categories:

F/M

M/M

Fandom:

Merlin (TV)

Relationships:

Arthur/Original Male Character

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Leon & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Leon & Morgana (Merlin)

Leon/Morgana (Merlin)

Side Morgana/Leon

Characters:

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Merlin (Merlin)

Leon (Merlin)

Morgana (Merlin)

Gaius (Merlin)

Balinor

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Dark

Dark fic

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Rape/Non-con Elements

Rape Recovery

domestic abuse

Suicide Attempt

Depression

Arranged Marriage

soul mates

Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Non-Consensual Touching

Omega Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Alpha Merlin (Merlin)

Alpha Uther

Beta Morgana

Beta Leon

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

forced bondage

Language:English

Arthur scratched his arm slightly as they walked to his room. He could feel the tears burning at his eyes.

He pushed the door open, allowing Leon to move into the room if he wants to.

Leon watched quietly as Arthur walked around the room, he was slightly worried at the way Arthur was scratching at his arm.

“Are you okay?” Leon kept his voice soft.

Arthur was silent for a moment before he nodded. They both know it isn’t the truth, but there isn’t a way they can change the situation.

Leon gave Arthur a sad smile. He felt unsure of what he should do. He knows Morgana and Merlin didn’t want Arthur to be on his own for a long time, but at the same time was there such an awkwardness between them that made Leon wanted to run.

Arthur bit his lip slightly as he tried to settle down in a chair. He couldn’t give Leon something to drink since Aceso had made sure there would be nothing with him in the room that he could use to hurt himself.

“I’m sorry.” Leon looked up sharply when he heard Arthur’s voice, it was the merest of a whisper.

For a moment he saw a broken man, not the person who had stood in front of him as one of the best knights Camelot had ever seen.

“What are you sorry for?” Leon kept his voice soft, but there was a hint of confusion there.

Arthur stared at the floor. He could remember the time he had tried to fight against Uther decision. But that had resulted in pain for everyone involved. Almost losing all of his friends.

Arthur's nails bite into the soft flesh of his palms. He couldn’t bring himself to answer Leon.

Leon crouched down in front of Arthur. His hand were warm on Arthur's knee, pulling Arthur a little bit out of his mind.

He stayed silent giving Arthur a few moments to gather his thoughts.

“For just going quiet on you guys. I- I didn’t want to.” Without thinking about it, Leon pulled Arthur into a hug. For a moment Arthur went tense before his mind click back that Leon wouldn’t hurt him. He was always like an older brother for Arthur.

Leon kept his griped as light as possible as Arthur sobbed against his shoulder. For a moment everything was just too much. Leon's heart broke at the soft sorry that was whispered into his shoulder.

“It is okay Arthur, it isn’t your fault.” Leon tried to calm Arthur down. He could feel Arthur tensing up slightly.

After an hour Arthur had calm down enough to sit back. His eyes were puffy and his mouth dry. He could feel the start of a headache forming.

“I am going to get you some water.” Leon kept his voice soft. When he was sure Arthur was steady he quickly opened the door.

A young serving girl walked down the hallway, there was a slight smile on her face. Leon walked over to her quickly.

“My dear, would you please bring some water up to this room?” Leon gave the girl a friendly smile.

With a small curtsy and yes sir was she on her way again. Leon could only hope that she would hurry with the water.

When he walked back into the room Arthur was using. Arthur was still in the position Leon had left him.

“Arthur?” Leon was now getting worried. The silence in the room was stifled.

Arthur looked up when he heard his name. He could see Leon in front of him, but it felt like everything was disconnected inside him. Everything felt far and at the same time was it near. Without noticing his nails pressed into his legs.

The slight pain was a distracting relief from the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling.

Leon jumped slightly when there was suddenly a knock on the door. He easily opened the door to find the girl holding a tray with pitcher water and a tankard.

“Thank you. One last thing, please go and find healer Aceso and Prince Merlin. Asked them to come here it is urgent.” Leon's voice came out in a slight rush.

With a nod, the girl rushed off again.

Leon focused back onto Arthur. His eyes were slightly glossed over.

“Arthur?” Leon's voice was slightly harder this time. He could see Arthur trying to focus, but something was keeping him in his mind.

Arthur forced himself to listen to Leon. His head was pounding and he felt like he was going to throw up.

“Do you think you can drink some water?” Leon gently placed the tankard against Arthur’s hands.

With shaky hands, Arthur took the tankard. He could feel the coolness of the metal and at the same time the warmth of another person’s hand. Arthur tried to concentrate on the difference in the temperature he could feel.

Anything would be better than his mind.

“Arthur.” The voice was distanced. “Can you drink some water?” Leon, that was Leon’s voice. Need to drink water. In that order.

With shaky hands, he bought the tankard to his lips.

Before he took a sip he froze slightly. What if there is something else in the cup other than water?

Leon looked up when Aceso and Merlin walked in. With a slight nod to them, he focused back onto Arthur.

Merlin watched silently as Leon hold the tankard for Arthur. He was slightly worried about how pail Arthur is, something much had happened.

Merlin crouched down next to them. “What happened?” his voice was a whisper near Leon’s ear. The last thing Merlin want’s to do is freak Arthur out more than he is at the moment.

Leon was silent for a moment. “I don’t know. He said he was sorry for something that had happened years ago, the next thing was he crying. He just started to calm down, I went to get him some water and he was like this ever since.” Leon was slightly frantic.

With a sigh, Merlin formed a sleeping spell. With a quick catch was Arthur in his arm fast asleep.

“The best for him now is rest. It sounds like he was trapped in a memory. He would feel better when he wakes up.” Merlin gave Leon a reassuring smile.

“Are you okay?” Aceso asked softly as Merlin put Arthur to bed.

Leon just numbly gave a nod as he watched Merlin. He knows he would lay later awake wondering how he could have done better here, but for now, everything was alright.

Merlin sat quietly next to Arthur’s bed. He was worried about tomorrow. A reaction like today’s might just set him back.

Arthur twisted slightly to lay on his left side. He didn’t bother to open his eyes since he could feel the pounding headache behind his eyes. The dryness in his mouth. He pressed his face into the pillow with a muffled groan.

Merlin reacted almost instantly. “Hey there.” His voice was soft as he gently runs his hand through Arthur’s hair. He could feel Arthur shivering slightly. With a little bit of coaching, he got his hand against Arthur’s cheek.

With a small hiss he pulled his hand away, Arthur was burning up.

“Arthur?” Merlin tried to get him to focus as he pulled the blanket from his body. With a reaction, Merlin didn’t expect Arthur jumped up from the bed.

For a blinding moment, Arthur’s vision darkened. He could feel his heart quicken. The start of slick spreading down his legs. The need to run almost overwhelmed him, but at the same time the fear of what is going to happen if he gets caught.

Merlin’s hand went to his lip where Arthur had hit him with his head. He could feel the blood trickling down his chin.

Arthur put himself in a defensive stance. His breathing came out slightly faster with each breath he takes.

“Arthur, calm down. What is going on?” Merlin crouched down in front of Arthur, making sure there was enough space between them that he wouldn’t feel threatened.

The air was thicking up with the acrid scent of fear, Merlin’s nose twitched slightly. He tried to make sense of what was going on. From sleeping to a fear-induced panic.

Arthur pressed himself closer to the wall, his hands scratched at his neck and any open pieces of skin he could reach. He tried to focus onto Merlin but everything felt too much.

He forced himself to finally answer when Merlin again asked him what was going on.

His voice was small, and Merlin's heartache at the vulnerability and fear pouring off Arthur when he answered. “Heat.” Arthur tried to make himself smaller.

Merlin was silent for a few moments. Truth be told he knows he should have suspected something like this to happen. Every two weeks, for three months, if he remembers the report correct.

“What do you need Arthur?” Merlin kept his voice calm. The last thing he needs to do is freak Arthur out.

“D-d-don’t k-know.” Arthur pressed his fist against his mouth, he could feel the tears running down his cheeks again. The headache slowly got worse.

Merlin took a quick sniff of the air, he didn’t understand how anyone could enjoy the smell, Arthur’s natural scent was completely buried under the pungent scent of fear. It made him wanted to choke.

“Do you think it would be easier to be back in your bed?” Merlin kept his hands in a surrender position.

Arthur froze up completely. He tried to force himself to breath but nothing came out. It felt like his heart was going to climb out of his chest.

“Arthur?” Merlin leaned slightly forward.

“P-please I wo-would be go-good.” The words came out with small hiccups. Merlin froze. Unsure of how to reacted he let his scent into the room. He could only hope it would help Arthur to calm down.

“Arthur, let’s get you back to the bed. We will figure this out. No one will hurt you.” Merlin edge slowly closer. He made sure to keep his body langue open.

Arthur body felt like lead when Merlin finally got him to stand upright. He hoped that he had read the situation incorrectly but he had a feeling he didn’t. He flinched away when Merlin helped him into the bed.

Merlin was silent, he knows that nothing he says or do would change the fear, he could only show him that he is to be trusted.

“Lay down darling.” The endearment just slips from his mouth without him even realizing it. Merlin gathers a cloth as Arthur tried to get comfortable. A whisper and the cloth was ice cold.

With a gentleness, Arthur never had experienced before Merlin took the cloth and pressed it against his head and cheeks. Hoping the cold would help him break the fever slightly. He knows more than likely in the end it would result in a cold bath if this doesn’t work.

Arthur slowly started to calm down as he realized that Merlin wasn’t planning on hurting him. That he is there to help him. A slight whimper tear trough his lips when his muscles cramp. Fresh tears fell over his cheeks.

A gently shushing sound made him calm down slightly. It was hard to focus on anything.

Both looked up when there was a sudden knock on the door. Merlin pushed himself up to get it. He wasn’t surprised to see that it was Morgana and Leon. With ease he let himself out of the room, almost closing the door.

“He went into heat.” His sounded tired. Morgana gave the alpha a quick once over surprised that he wouldn’t help with the heat. At the same time, she couldn’t help but worry about her brother.

“Is he okay?” Morgana’s voice was soft.

Merlin gave her a slight searching look. “Fever is too high, trying to bring that down.” His eyes turned to Leon. “Can you two try and convince the king to post phone tomorrow trial?” He kept his voice low.

With a nod, Leon turned around. Morgana stayed silent for a moment. “Would he be truly okay?” The worried was evident in her whole posture. Merlin gave her a soft smile. “He will be. Go and help Leon.” With those parting words, Merlin turned back into the room.

Morgana gave the door a last worried glance before she followed Leon. She could remember the dream. Arthur would be happy with Merlin, she knows he will. But the journey they would go on would be littered with hardship. No one could have gone through that and walked away alright.

Merlin crouched down by Arthur side again. He wasn’t surprised to see that he had started to cry again. “Arthur?” Merlin kept his voice as soft as possible. He would need to keep Arthur hydrated but he had a feeling that it would be slightly on the hard side.

Arthur pushed himself up to look at Merlin. He knows he should pull himself together but at the same time, he couldn’t help everything that he was feeling. It felt like he was trapped inside his mind.

As if at any moment Merlin would turn around and hurt him. “I-I'm sorry.” His voice was slightly broken. This wasn’t fair.

Merlin gently shushed him again. “Come you need to drink some water.” Arthur hangs onto the way he gave the order. For the moment he needed someone to just guide him through the motions.

When Merlin pushed the tankard against Arthur’s mouth, he opened his mouth without really thinking about it. The water was cold in his mouth and it helps him to gather his thought’s slightly. Arthur didn’t even realise how thirsty he was, until after the first mouth full.

Merlin checked that he didn’t drink too fast, but he made sure he didn’t pull the tankard away from his mouth completely.

“How are you feeling?” Merlin sat down onto the chair when Arthur was finished.

The quietness in the room was slightly tense. Arthur started at the blankets in front of him, not sure what to make of everything. When he was with Robert he knew after a while exactly what to expect, now he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Merlin sighed softly when the minutes had ticked by and he didn’t get an answer.

“Arthur?” Merlin’s voice was soft, but there was a firmness to it, that made Arthur tense up slightly. “Look at me please.”

Arthur forced himself to look at Merlin, his eyes were itchy and puffy from crying and he was relatively certain that he could climb out his skin.

Merlin gave him a soft smile. “Can you tell me how you are feeling?” Merlin was glad that Arthur was looking at him.

Almost as soon as the question was asked he looked down again. Merlin could see how his muscles tensed up. He had a feeling that the acrid smell wasn’t going to leave the room as long as this was going on.

With a quick glance, Merlin searched the room for the teddy bear he gave Arthur. Founding the teddy on the bed he pulled it up. With a gentle movement, he put it down on Arthur’s lap. Arthur pulled the toy against him.

“I’m sorry.” Arthur had briefly looked up when he said it. Before he looked back at the blanket again.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t your fault.” Merlin’s voice was firm as he said it.

Arthur stayed silent, clutching the toy to his chest as if his life depends on it. Merlin didn’t deserve a broken omega, why would he stay?

[alloveroliver]

Author Interview

I was tagged by @peacheat and @dear-mrs-otome THANK YOU GUYS!!! (I also added more Qs if you want to answer those as well *sweats*)

Name: Ash Knight

Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Mystic Messenger, annnnnd one or two other otomes I like lol.  Want to do in the future: Obey Me (Currently playing) Ikemen Genjiden (translating got to be too much but its GOOD!) Tokyo Debunkers (when it comes out in April!!!)

Where You Post: Mostly Tumblr but also Ao3!

Most Popular One-Shot:  By far Victor x MC “In This Moment.” I’m glad cuz I spent a lot of time on this one and I love the concept of Victor stopping time because he know’s he’s going to miss MC <3

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Mmm, I don’t have any muli fics yet BUT I do have 10 chapters of my blood thirsty fics!  they are all oneshots though. 

Favorite Story You Wrote: Its actually my first Oliver fic I posted around Aug of 2018 (Omg have I been doing this for that long???) It needs to be rewritten BUT heres the link. Oliver x MC “Giving Up Control” I still think about this fic often lmfao. Femdoming Oliver is 🤤👌

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Ooof, a recent Oliver fic. Only because it had alcohol themes and smoliver asking her on a date. Just due to his curse and things I didn't want to change too much but it was all consensual with adult Oliver. I was just nervous some people would read into it and take it the wrong way :( Oliver x MC “In A Perfect World You’re Happy With Me” (Looking back at it, it actually got a good response! I am surprised cuz I posted it then tried to put it out of my mind lol. #thanksanxiety

How You Choose Your Titles: First thing that comes to mind. Song lyrics, one word that sticks out in the fic. Or if its a common word or a word/title I’ve used before I put it into One Look Reverse Dictionary and find a similar word that means the sameish thing. I don’t dwell on titles too much tbh. 

Completed: Last I counted, I had over 500 short stories under my belt. You can read them all on my blog but not everything was put into my masterlist. This was just due to the tumblr purge we had and I had to make a new masterlist since a lot of my fics got shadowbanned due to the tagging system back then. I didnt wanna repost them all lol

Incomplete: I have an entire spreadsheet that I plop all my ideas on... and it is FULL. I organize it by fandom, suitor, and fluff vs. smut. Ummmmmm.... See below: Coming soon lol. 

Do You Outline? I usually start writing when I have an idea and if I need to step away from my computer I will do a quick outline. AKA just some quick bullet points of what I was thinking would happen next lol. If I ever take the time to properly do a full outline, I 100% go off the rails and do my own thing away from the outline. I am what is called a ‘discovery writer’ lol. I discoverer my own story as i write it then go back and edit it and act like I knew what I was doing all along lmfao.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I have 3 substantial WIPS (like 2-3k words) I bounce between that I’m working on. Victor x Mc, Vincent x MC and Faust x MC. 

A plan to do part 2 of Gavin x MC’ s ”Distortion” . 

I also have an long running AU fic with Gavin x MC (8k currently) but that is far away from being done lol. 

There is also an 11 chapter fic I am planning. I have 2 chapters written but I cant seem to figure out one major plot detail and its keeping me from getting it done anytime soon :( 

There is a chapter fic im writing for a cradle born MC, however its a mesh of our MC and my OC and its kinda complicated. Also its fluff and I’m less interested in writing that BUT I really want to share this story <3

Valentines day is actually prob going to be the next thing yall see from me tbh and that is TBD

Do You Accept Prompts? I used to every once in a while but I have so many WIPS and no personal computer at home rn. (SOON THOUGH!) So I don’t have the chance to write as much in my free time as I used to. I’ll take prompts but I let them sit in my ask box until I am able to write them <3. I am not the person to ask people to stop sending them, cuz I like to see what yall want me to write and take that into consideration for sure. I like taking asks for Thirsty Thursday (even if its not thurs, I will hold onto them until then) and answer them 😍 I love those because more people are involved other than me and I like being a part of something bigger than myself 🤗

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My Victor x MC story. Its UMMMMM........ ITS SLOW BURN YALL. LIKE WHO AM I?! lmfao. 

*(I am going to personally add a few questions to this tag that I am interested in knowing about others as well lol)*

What do you use to edit?: I pay for Grammarly (its AMAZING even the free version is super worth it) 

For word meanings, synonyms, and better wording I use OneLook Reverse Dictionary ALL THE TIME for every single fic. (and like I said before, to help with titles)

When I feel like something is off and grammarly doesn’t quite know and I don’t know, I put the fic through Hemmingway Editor. It tells you HOW readable a sentence is. If its hard to read I rewrite it and make things a bit simpler for the eyes. Its free in the browser. 

Writing setup: Ideally, the sun is coming in through the window, It’s cool inside, I’m wearing a fuzzy sweater, I have hot coffee or tea, and my head phones are in. 

I listen to lofi music station on youtube but If its distracting I put on lofi without lyrics. I love THIS playlist. (this is live so it’ll prob break but here’s an alt link to their offline playlist) If I am in an upbeat mood I like “Electropose” music. Or I listen to the ‘setting’ a fic is in. Like if its raining in the story, I put on rain ambiance and things like that. 

Do you use a beta reader? No 😬, not really. Anytime I have someone beta read and they comment on the content and not the editing I get way too nervous to post the fic and suddenly it get sick to my stomach laskjdlsdj. I trust a couple gals to beta read in an editing mind set but I don’t bother them all the time. I like to go balls to the walls and trust grammarly, post the damn thing, and bite my nails hoping for the best. 

Where do you get your writing inspo?: Bruh, #1 READING! Reading books, reading fics, reading summaries for things. Also, reading the routes in otomes, watching anime, and letting my mind wonder lol. I also like to chat with people on discord and let the stories unfold. Inspo has also come from a lot of my dreams tbh. My dreams are hella vivid and I try to write them down when I wake up if they are interesting lol. 

Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?: 

[     Without cars and crowds, the evening wind picked up nothing but serene sounds. Crickets gently chirped and leafs quietly brushed one another. The branches rustled together, making an organic symphony that the wind carried up to the balcony you leaned on. 

*****’s warm hands ran up and down your forearms, warming your chilled skin. From behind, he bent forward and nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“Is that better?” His silky hands moved faster, creating heated friction. 

“Mmm,” You relished in the sensation. “Much better.”

His gentle chuckle against your pulse made you wiggle into him. ***** pressed his solid chest against your back and sighed. “Maybe if you were wearing more than just my shirt, you wouldn’t be so chilly.” 

“I just want to be out here for a moment. The fresh air is nice.” You pressed your lips together into a small smile and angled your face up to him. “Don’t you agree?”  ]

tagging: @somethinglacking @pseudofaux @tarralin @steph-writing @kiarigirl @otonymous @jennacat84 @xathia-89 @toloveawarlord @moonlit--river @thequeenshuntress @thirstyforbishiesimagines <3 Honestly I want to tag more people but I don’t wanna be annoying SO if you do this feel free to tag me cuz I am soooooo curious about other writers! Lets be friendsssss <3 

[anthracenes]

Rivers | Chapter 6

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Self-Harm, Abuse of Authority, Anxiety, Childhood Trauma, Abduction, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Past Child Abuse, Victim Blaming, Dissociation, Forced Orgasm, Creampie, Kidnapping, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Humiliation, Crying, Angst, Dark, Psychological Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Grooming, Fucked Up, Slut Shaming, Asphyxiation

[read on AO3 here]

“Katie.” 

“...”

“Katie!”

“...!”

  She’s brought back from her racing thoughts and into reality as she hears her name shouted a second time. Katie stops her search to look around her, realizing just then that her friend hadn’t yet caught up. 

She finds Abby trailing behind, jogging to meet her with her phone held out in her hand.

“Katie, hey! Wait up. You need to see this... ” 

Katie takes the phone from her as she’s handed it, shielding her own eyes as she does. On any other day, she wouldn’t hesitate to complain to her friend about going blind every time she shows her something on her device, what with how ridiculously high Abby loves to turn up the brightness. She withholds it this time––silently working to adjust to it as she holds it up to her face. 

“... What?" 

"But wait... here Richard is… he’s…”

He’s not here? 

“It’s not on this side. Our side. According to the app here his phone should be around this area, but on the other street across from us,” Abby states, with a grim look on her face. “I hadn’t checked on my phone until now because I had taken your word for it when you called me.”  

She was sure it had been here this morning, when she had last checked. Has the signal moved since then?  

From her bag, Katie pulls out her own phone and logs into the app. To her dismay, the signal she sees on her device is also broadcasted from the same street Abby had pointed out.  

“I can’t believe it…”  

Abby grabs her phone back and slips it inside of her pocket. “C’mon. It’ll be alright. We’ll head over right now and start looking there. It’s not far from where we are, so we can just walk from here.” 

Katie grabs her arm, stopping her friend in her tracks.  

“Abby, wait. I… I want us to keep looking here.” 

It’s not as if she has any reason to doubt her friend now, or insist in wasting precious time here with the evidence at hand. Every second matters here, and she knows she’s already wasted plenty by doing nothing overnight. If she is truly wrong about this call, it will only spell danger for Richard—wherever he might be.  

Yet, somehow, she can’t shake off the gut feeling she has. 

Telling her to keep looking for him here, of all places .  

“I just have a feeling, that’s all. I mean, what if it’s just the wi-fi? What if the connection is worse here, and it’s messing with the app’s tracking?”

It’s not an implausible argument. In places with worse internet, she’s seen before how spotty and unreliable GPS can become—sometimes spanning from two, even three buildings off in its accuracy. Perhaps it’s the brownstone houses here, stacked next to one another like a towering wall of homes, that may play a role in disrupting the signal.  

Still, it leaves Abby unconvinced.  

“Katie, we’ve looked through most of this street already and we can’t find any sign of him so far. Let’s just cut our losses and try the next street over.” She pats her shoulder, gently. “It’ll be okay. It may not be too late. If we go now, we might still be able to find him there.” 

Katie looks at Abby, then down at her own phone.  

She noticed that the signal’s location has not been updated for a few minutes now, even though the latest update had all but guaranteed real-time tracking. It can’t hurt to try refreshing the app first before they leave, she figures. Just to be sure. Katie swipes down on her screen—expecting for the signal to remain where it is now, or perhaps even come back, if her previous theory had been correct. 

Instead, the faceless dot had moved to another part on the map entirely.  

Two streets from where they are now, this time.  

Katie swipes down again. And again. And again. While the signal remains broadcasted from the same street, it shifts down little by little with each refresh of the app. 

“Abby, it’s…” 

“... on the move.”      

They don’t say anything to each other after that. There’s no time. Together they make a run for it, frequently swiping down on their phone screens as they head for the new location.  

Whatever strange inclination she had before has left her entirely. Instead, what fills her chest in its place is a heady mix of suspense, fear, and excitement––hope. He's here. He's on the move. Those two thoughts carry her across the asphalt, faster and further than she's ever run before.  

Her lungs feel strong; her body light. She sprints onward, feeling unstoppable as she flies past Abby, the incoming vehicles.  

Nothing else has mattered more in her life than this one single moment.  

She can almost be certain of it now, what happened to Richard—and she’s this close to catching the culprit behind it. Just another crosswalk here. Just another block up ahead. Whatever the license plate number, whatever the model: Katie will find them, and bring them to justice for what they’ve done to her friend. She’ll finally get to bring him home, after all of this. 

Katie picks up the pace. She makes the sharp turn into the street, even almost spraining an ankle in doing so.  

Instead of pressing forward here, however, she grinds to a halt.

  “...”

  A hulking, ugly beast of metal blocks the road—shrieking as it hauled and heaped onto itself this week’s garbage from the piles on the curb. She watches the bags of rubbish disappear into the maw of the truck, one by one. And in that very instant, all the pieces suddenly fit.  

There is no car.  

There is no Richard.  

Katie drops to her knees. Stunned. The wind had been knocked right out of her, leaving her breathless, paralyzed. Hunched over the ground, as the blood in her body runs cold. 

Her phone falls faceup next to her—the faceless dot on the map standing right where she kneels on the concrete.  

The truck shrieks as it moves forward, collecting more of the waste rotting on the side of the road. By the time her friend had caught up to her, Katie too shrieked along with it. 

  “Katie… what…”

  “Call the police.” 

“Wait, but isn't it still too ear—” 

“He’s gone, Abby! Call the police!”  

[holylulusworld]

Devil’s Bargain - Part 14 - A brat and her devil

Summary: Getting the job as Jared Padalecki’s assistant was a dream coming true until you woke up in a living nightmare. He’s angry, selfish and possessive. The worst of all - his anger is focused on you. Quitting your job was your only way out - only it wasn’t the end of your nightmare...

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: language, degrading (consensual), dom!Jared, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, therapy session

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“Let’s talk about sex.” Dr. Harold almost blurs out and you smirk as Jared’s face is crimson in a blink. While he tries to compose himself, you clear your throat.

“We are working on our relationship, Dr. Harold. Jared and I agreed to not cross the line and get physical too soon. It’s only three months since our last session and we are not sure if we can just jump into the cold water and have sex.”

Rubbing his thighs nervously Jared swallows hard. His jaw ticks and you can see the dark glimmer in those hazel eyes.

“We…we kiss and cuddle.” Jared chokes out. “One night we touched each other- I mean we made out like teens.”

“I think it’s called petting, Jare…” Laughing you place one hand onto his thigh, licking your lips as you can feel him tense. “Jared’s hands are rough and gentle at the same time. We try to take it slow. With all that happened…”

“There is no need to rush anything, Y/N. After what you experienced with your ex-partner and Jared’s behavior…” Clearing her throat Dr. Harold searches Jared’s face. “Does Y/N know you are dominant in the bedroom?”

Nodding Jared looks flustered at his therapist, as his hand grasps for yours. While his therapist scribbles down notes you watch Jared.

“I know about Jared’s preference in the bedroom and I share his kinks if you want to call it like that. We want to try to have sex, and we agreed that I want him to be my dom but it’s a long way till I will feel safe with him.” Letting the truth out you feel relief wash over you.

“Y/N and I, we want to try to work things out before we go further, Dr. Harold. I want my girlfriend to feel safe with me. She wants to be my sub and I’ll do anything to dominate her, but I would never add any pressure on her.” Jared’s voice is lower now and you can feel your core ache with every word he husks.

“That was a good session.” Jared takes your jacket, smiling as you shiver at his touch. “I know it was uncomfortable to talk about our sex life or rather the lack of it.”

“Jared…” Placing your hand onto his chest you look up at him, licking your lips. “I want to be your brat tonight…”

“Y/N…” Husking your name Jared places his hands on your hips. “Don’t start anything you are not ready for. I don’t…”

“I want my devil tonight, Jared. My safe word is sunflower, Baby…” Hands fisting his shirt you look up at Jared with doe eyes and he curses silently. “Don’t you want to touch me, Sir?”

“Holy…” Kissing you softly Jared strokes the soft skin at your waist. “I want you in my bedroom, naked. Kneel on your side of the bed, be a good girl.”

Jared’s posture changes and you can see the devil you missed in those hazel orbs. “Yes, Sir…”

“Y/N, if you want me to stop…do so…anytime…” Letting your hand wander down to his cock you pat it gently. “Don’t be a brat…”

“I am a bad girl sometimes, Sir.” Humming Jared watches you move your hand under his shirt to feel his defined abs. “Do you want to punish me tonight?”

“No…” Barely able to hold back Jared licks his lips.

“I want you to be my good girl and we will take it slow. If you want to just…” Scratching his chin Jared smirks. “We can do it all vanilla. I just want to feel you and be inside of you again.”

“Jared…” Leaning closer you tweak his nipple. “Please. I need to give up control and I want you to take it. I swear that if anything doesn’t feel good, I’ll stop you.” Pressing his lips to your temple Jared grabs your waist.

“In my bedroom, two minutes. You, naked…kneeling…” Running off you look over your shoulder, giving Jared a wink as you drop your shirt to the floor.

“Bad girl…”

“Brat, my devil…”

“Look at you…” Sliding his hand over your breast Jared smirks as you lower your head. He’s tweaking your nipple and you let a gasp escape your lips. “So obeyed now.” Pinching the other nipple, he enjoys the struggle on your face.

“Yes, Sir…” Whimpering you watch his hand wander down to your v, to let his fingers brush over your soft skin. “Only for you, Mr. Padalecki.”

“Hmm…” He’s slipping one finger through your folds, loving the way you react to his touch. “I think I want you to come to the edge of the bed and open this pretty mouth.” Voice smooth like silk Jared watches you follow his order.

On hands and knees, you look up at Jared, darting your tongue out to let him place his cock onto your tongue.

Licking around the wide head you moan and the sound of you enjoying his taste go straight to his cock. “Good girl, so good for me…” His fingers slide through your hair and you slowly take him in.

While you press your tongue against his length, try anything to make Jared feel good Jared fists your hair to make you gasp around his cock.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect. Will you be good and suck my dick, Baby Girl?” Nodding you look up at Jared, loving the way he pats your cheek with his free hand.

Placing one hand onto his thigh you move the other to his ass to dig your nails into his flesh. A growl leaves his lips and he tightens the hold at your hair.

“Look at me while I fuck this pretty mouth of yours. I want you to choke around my cock like the whore you are.” Jared is full in his role now and you feel wetness run down your thighs.

Pressing his hand behind your head he starts moving his hips, thrusting in and out at a hard pace. You hollow your cheeks, try anything to make Jared feel good to hear praises leave his lips.

“Such a good slut. You look so good with my cock down your throat. God…”

Throwing his head back he moves faster. Juices run down your face and you are sure he will come down your throat but then he pulls out. “

I want you…” Panting he smirks, eyes almost black with lust now.

“Was it good Sir?” Licking your lips clean you wait for his praise but instead of saying the words Jared falls out of his role to kiss you fiercely. “Very good, Y/N. Now I want you to lie on my pillow and spread those legs for me.”

Propped onto his forearm Jared slides his long fingers over your chest, just resting his hand there he looks at you shiver under his touch.

“My brat is fucking beautiful…”

His hand slides lower, brushing his fingertips through your folds to feel your wetness. Little gasps leave your lips when he slips two fingers in to curl them roughly. Your legs spread wider and you grasp for his arm, looking up at Jared.

“Jared…please…” His lips meet yours and he nods, understanding you can’t be his sub right now. “I need you…”

“Just relax, Baby Girl. You did so well. Now let me take care of you, Y/N. I need my little brat to feel good and scream my name…” He settles between your thighs, just brushing the tip over your clit.

“Jare…I…god…” Grasping for his shoulders you feel his cock slide into you with one long stroke. He’s not rough, still, he splits you open in a way only he can. “You feel so good.”

“You feel even better, Y/N. I love the way you writhe on my cock, the way you taste and even how you roll your eyes.” Nibbling at your neck Jared moans as he slowly rocks into you. “Love you…”

Hands sliding over his shoulders, down to his biceps you watch Jared’s features contort with every gentle thrust. “Jared, I don’t want you to spank me right now but…” Smirking you lick your lips. “Fuck me harder…”

Your hands are pinned down a second later and you can already feel your toes curl as he starts moving faster. Jared angles his hips, hitting your sweet spot now with every hard thrust.

Eyes rolling back into your skull you buck against him. While Jared is busy watching you moan in pleasure or the way your lips twitch with every thrust you wrap your legs around his waistline.

“I love feeling you around me. Love when you yell at me to make sure I am not an ass. I love how you taste, smell or touch me!” Jared ruts into you in abandon, letting go of your hands to grip your thighs and you dig your nails into his shoulders, gripping him tightly as the wave of pleasure makes you cry out his name.

“Jared…” Warmth fills your belly and you fall back onto the pillow. “I love you too…”

“All those things…” Pressing soft kisses along your neck Jared pants. “That’s what I wanted to tell you after or during our first time together. I am sorry for messing things up.”

Pressing Jared close to your body you close your eyes, shivering as you feel his cum run down your legs. “It’s okay, Baby. I forgive you and we move on…”

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[multishipperlove]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Syldor Vessar, Velora Vessar Additional Tags: Other Vox Machina members mentioned, hints at perc'ahlia, Trans Male Character, Trans Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Transphobia, Syldor Vessar's A+ Parenting, somehow this is really not the fic I wanted to write, and yet here we are, first time Vax meets Velora, Non-Consensual Outing Series: Part 6 of Trans Vax'ildan Summary:

It's the first time the twins see their father again after running away as teenagers, this time with a group of friends and some questionable fame to their name.

Not surprisingly, Vax gets into a fight with his father almost immediately. But on his way outside, to cool down again, he meets someone new.

Scanlan had told them about the offer two days ago. Now that they had somehow managed to make a name for themselves, apparently even high born Lords showed an interest in them. Or at least in the help they could provide.

None of them really knew any details. Scanlan hadn't bothered to remember more than the general gist of it, and all he'd told them was that some ambassador was missing his local contact, and they were supposed to look for the guy. Any further details, they were supposed to find out today, in a personal meeting with their employer.

After arriving at the estate, they were quickly ushered into some kind of waiting room by a servant. It was nice enough, with a big table in the middle and enough seats for all of them, as well as a small arrangement of food and drink that was freely offered. However, it was the name the servant uttered that got the twin's attention.

“Master Vessar will be right with you, he's cur-”

“What did you say?” Vax'ildan interrupted him, surprising not only the servant but also the rest of his party with his sharp tone. Except maybe for Vex'ahlia, who had an equally fiery look in her eyes, and her arms crossed over her chest.

The servant swallowed, seemingly frozen in his spot, and looked between Vax and everyone else in the room before breaking the tense silence that had fallen over them. “Excuse me?”

“Did you say Vessar?” Vax asked. His voice was still hard, but he visibly tried to relax his tone. After all, it wasn't the servant's fault he had to work for this man in particular. “As in, Syldor Vessar? Ambassador from Syngorn?”

“Yes, I was under the impression you were aware of that fact,” the man offered meekly.

The twins shot Scanlan a scathing look before Vex'ahlia answered, a forced friendliness in her voice now. “It seems that we missed some details here, but it won't be an issue. If you could just let him know that Vex'ahlia and Vax'ildan are among the people he wishes to see, that would be lovely.”

The man looked confused but nodded, which already told the twins he couldn't place their names. Not that it surprised them, they hadn't exactly expected their father to boast about them. But no recognition of them at all... it still hurt, in a way.

As soon as he was out the door, Vax turned on their gnome friend. “Of all the things you could forget to tell us, it had to be his name?! You could have at least mentioned that he was the ambassador for Syngorn!”

“How was I supposed to know?” Scanlan shot back in an attempt to defend himself, just as Vex pulled her brother back again.

“Let it go, Vax. There's no changing it now. And taking your anger out on Scanlan seems unwise, at best.”

Vax looked like he was about to argue, but Percy was faster. Or at least louder, as he asked the question that everyone in their party seemed to want an answer to. “Would you two maybe tell us how you know that man? There seems to be a history here that none of us are aware of.”

“Ha. History, sure, let's call it that,” Vax muttered, turning away from the group again. In his opinion, their father's neglect and abuse was far from being a thing of the past, as both of them still had enough scars to show for it. Not physical ones, but they were there nonetheless. And he wasn't keen on sharing that with the rest of the group, any of it. Especially not his little secret, which he had carefully buried in that time, which he'd hoped to leave behind with this new group of friends and their slow rise to fame.

But of course it had to catch up to him at some point.

Vex, seeing that her brother wouldn't talk, sighed softly. “Well, it's a bit complicated. Syldor Vessar is- he's our father.”

“Hm. I gather it was not a very positive relationship then,” Percy replied again, more gentle this time. He was the only one in their group now who didn't look decidedly uncomfortable, so she tried to concentrate on his face instead of looking at anybody else.

“No, it was not. But it's going to be fine, we will treat this job like any other and- and it's going to be fine. It's just a job,” she told them as she buried a hand in Trinket's fur, doing her best to ignore all the feelings that were welling up. They weren't helpful at the moment, and anyway, she was better than that. They both were.

Percy was about to say something again, but before he could utter a word, the door swung open again. Revealing no other than Syldor Vessar himself, and Vex wasn't sure if the look on his face was more surprised or more resembling of someone who had just bitten into a lemon. She certainly hadn't missed that expression.

Immediately, Vax tensed up beside her. Syldor mustered them up and down, as if he was looking at new furniture, or maybe a painting where he couldn't decide whether he liked it or not. And looking back, it was like nothing had changed.

They'd been gone for years, yet Syldor didn't show any sign of change. There wasn't even so much as a new wrinkle on his face, or his clothes for that matter. The man looked as prim and proper as he always had, and as if instead of leaving and managing to create a life on their own, they had just been dropped off on his doorstep again after spending the afternoon running from their teachers. It was almost surreal.

“Ah. So Levos was indeed telling the truth then,” Syldor finally spoke, breaking the silence once more. “It- has been a while. Vex'ahlia, Vale-”

“Vax'ildan,” Vax interrupted again, forcefully, before Syldor had a chance to finish that dreadful name. “It's Vax'ildan.” And really, he hadn't expected much from the man, but surely the tiniest bit of respect wasn't too much to ask for. He could already feel that uncomfortable fire in his gut again, that untamed anger he had carried with him through his childhood and teenage years, which he'd hoped to have left behind so long ago.

Vex moved closer to him, a protective barrier, and even Trinket, who was probably just reading her mood, started to growl. They were not bold enough to threaten the man in his own home, but wanted to make it very clear that he was the one who needed their help. They could leave at any moment.

Syldor raised an eyebrow at that, but nodded curtly. “Vax'ildan. Very well. If that is what you call yourself these days, so be it”

A look around the room into everyone else's confused expression let a cruel smile appear on the man's face, and it was only Vex' sudden grip on his shoulder that stopped Vax from physically attacking his father. “Don't you dare,” he ground out between gritted teeth. “You don't get to talk about that. You don't get to say a fucking word.”

“Vax, please,” Vex whispered, still holding him back with nothing but her presence and a grounding touch. “We're just here for the job, remember?”

“Right. The job,” Syldor remarked, and his entire demeanor shifted. It was almost as if all his unpleasantness was gone as soon as he wasn't focused on the twins anymore, and as he gestured for everyone else to take a seat at the table. “I do have a rather important mission, and apparently I need your help to get it done.”

Vex' shoulders dropped as he turned away from them, and she gently squeezed her brother's shoulder as she focused on him for a moment. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly. “I'm so sorry, we shouldn't have- if Scanlan had just remembered.”

“Well, he didn't,” Vax muttered back. “But it's fine. I'm- fine. Would you mind if I waited outside though? I'm sure you don't need me here at the moment.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, risking another glance at their father. “Do you want someone else to come with you at least?”

“No, I don't want any stupid questions,” he sighed. “I promise, I'm fine. Just let me get some fresh air.”

“You know we don't have to take this job. Right?”

That gave him pause. In a way, she was right. Just because they were better known now didn't mean they had to help everyone, and working with Syldor was the last thing he wanted. But then again- “We're heroes now, aren't we though,” he chuckled, trying to go for humor. “Someone could be in danger. At least listen to what he has to say.”

“Fine,” she sighed, though the worry didn't leave her eyes. “But if it's nothing life threatening, I will tell him to go fuck himself.”

“Oh, I count on that,” he replied amused, already feeling a little bit better. He gave her a brief hug and turned to leave. “But I'll let you be the judge of that. You can find me outside when you're done.”

“Alright. Take Trinket,” she told him, and when he didn't protest the bear got up with a slightly mournful groan and lumbered after him. Vax gave him a gentle scratch behind the ears for his troubles, and started to wander the hallways to find his way out again.

Now that he was by himself, and taking a closer look at his surroundings, he was wondering how they had missed it before. Here and there he could see clear remnants of his childhood, especially some of the paintings that lined the walls were familiar. All important elven figures from history long past, stuff he had stopped trying to care about when he'd realized that any attempt to get his father's love or, gods forbid, affection, was futile. The man simply didn't have any.

Trinket made another sad noise and licked his hand, before gently pressing his head against Vax' hips. “Alright, alright, I'll stop moping. You big baby,” he muttered back, finally taking his eyes off the paintings again. There wasn't any use in reminiscing about it anyway, it wouldn't suddenly make their childhood any more cheerful. Or their father's rejection less painful.

As he rounded another corner, convinced that the exit had to be here somewhere, he suddenly spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. But as he turned his head, looking back the way he came, nothing was there. The chance of running into anyone seriously dangerous in his father's house was low, but his hand still moved to the daggers on his belt as if on reflex.

For a moment, he thought that maybe he'd been imagining something, that being so close to these memories was doing weird things to his head. But then he heard a giggle, and a small face poked around the corner, all wide eyes and toothy smile. Long black hair framed the girl's fine features, only disturbed by her long, pointy ears.

“Velora!” Another voice called down the hallway, and the girl grinned widely and pressed a finger to her lips as she darted closer, quickly hiding behind him and Trinket. Vax could feel her gripping on to his coat, but before he could protest or say anything at all, really, an older woman came hurrying towards him. A maid, if he wasn't mistaken.

She stopped short when she saw him, and he quickly raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Not an intruder, I promise,” he chuckled. “Just looking for the exit. I'm from Vox Machina, Syldor invited us.”

“Oh, of course,” the woman agreed quickly. “Have you seen a little girl run by, by any chance? She keeps running off, and I just-” She sighed, and looked around again as if she expected the girl to materialize somewhere in the hallway.

But Vax, still feeling the tug on his coat and remembering his own joy when he'd managed to escape his minders as a child, shook his head. “No, sorry, I didn't see anyone.”

The woman just nodded and then hurried off again, not bothering with another word. He could still hear her call for “Velora” though, and couldn't help but smile as well as the girl stepped in front of him, looking plenty smug.

He had expected her to be the daughter of the woman looking for her, or maybe of some other servant, but a closer look at her clothes seemed to prove him wrong. The fine purple dress she was wearing looked way too expensive for a servant child. Which would mean- no. There was no way.

Shaking the thought from his mind, he finally addressed her directly. “So you're Velora, huh? That's not nice, running from your caretakers.”

“But they're so boring,” she complained immediately, though most of her attention seemed to be with Trinket at the moment. “Why do you have a bear?”

“Well, he's not my bear, actually,” he told her, reaching out again and petting Trinket's head. “He belongs to my sister, but she lets me have him sometimes.”

“Why?”

He could have told her 'because I was sad', but that felt a bit too personal. So he shrugged and fibbed a little instead as he kneeled down beside her. “Just because she's cool like that. Do you want to pet him? I promise he doesn't bite.”

“Ooooh, can I really?” she asked excitedly, quickly taking a step closer. “Sometimes mommy takes me to the petting zoo they have here, but she only ever allows me to pet the little bunnies because she's afraid that the goats and sheep will bite me.”

“Well, that's because goats are bastards,” he chuckled. “Trinket is really nice though.”

“What's a bastard?”

Vax groaned internally. Right. Talking to a child. He should probably watch his language. “Ah, nothing, nevermind,” he said quickly, before gently nudging the little girl closer to the bear. Trinket gave her a careful sniff and then, to Vax surprise, made a sound of happy recognition and proceeded to lick her face. Luckily it didn't seem to scare her though, she only started to giggled again and wrapped her arms around his thick neck, as far as she could reach at least.

“Huh, I think he likes you,” Vax mumbled, before he carefully pulled her back again, despite her quiet protest. “But maybe we should get you back to where you belong now, okay? Before anyone gets really worried.”

Velora groaned quietly, her face settling into a firm pout. “I don't wanna tho. Laureen doesn't let me do anything fun, and mommy's doing important stuff too so she can't play with me.”

“Hmm. What about your daddy then?” Vax asked, though he really wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer to that. But again he told himself that there was no way he was related to this child. Surely Syldor would have told them if he had married, and especially if they had a half-sister. They had a right to know.

But of course, Velora immediately had to confirm his fear. “Daddy's busy, too. He's always busy though, because he's the ambassor or something, and that's really important.”

Holy fuck. They had a sister.

Vax could feel his hands getting clammy immediately, and had to bite his lips to keep his eyes from tearing up, not sure if what he was currently feeling was happiness, more anger, or all in all just overwhelming.

“So, uh, you're Syldor's kid, huh?” he asked softly.

Velora nodded, and if such a young child could look concerned, that was definitely her expression at the moment. “Why are you crying?” she asked back, just as quietly, and Vax quickly dragged a hand over his face with a wet laugh.

“Nothing, it's- nothing,” he replied quickly. “Hey, did your dad ever tell you anything about older siblings?”

Her eyes went wide again, but she shook her head. “No, why?”

“Because... I think I'm your brother.”