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ELOISE AND FRANCESCA BRIDGERTON She and Eloise were the closest of all the Bridgertons in ageâexactly one year apart. Francesca would have given her life for Eloise, of course, and there was certainly no other woman who knew more of her secrets and inner thoughts.
#bridgertonedit#bridgertonblr#eloise bridgerton#francesca bridgerton#dailybridgerton#bridgertonladies#bridgerton#claudia jessie#hannah dodd#by.athena#best sisters i love them so much :(
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"are you asking me or making me?" is soooooo interesting to me because i think armand only asks it when he can't gauge whether he's letting louis down. it's barely even sexual - it's a hail mary. it's a show of trust, indirectly admitting that he wants to do something other than what louis expects of him, but that he's willing to obey louis anyway, for the sake of their relationship. it's sort of heartbreaking watching them at the sacrĂ©-cĆur, because if louis had said "i'm making you" armand would've done it in a heartbeat. he would've taken it as a show of committment on louis' part, and he wouldn't have betrayed him. but louis takes the question just as an expression of disagreement, and so he doesn't play the game. ironically, he respects armand's independence too much to make him turn madeleine if he doesn't want to. and so armand isn't convinced of louis' commitment to him, and he betrays him.
and by the time we see them in san fransisco, louis knows what the question means now, and answers "no, arun, i'm not asking" without question. and armand accepts it without complaint, even as it pains him. companionship really is the most important thing in the world to armand, just like it is for lestat, and he's willing to do any number of horrible things to louis and himself just to keep him as a companion, just like lestat. louis' biggest mistake is not realising how to use that to his advantage sooner.
edit: HELP people are reblogging this again. i misremembered the context of the scene - louis is asking armand to witness the turning, not do it himself. still, if armand had gone along to witness, that would have 100% been taken as implicit permission for louis to turn madeleine (thereby adhering to the first of the great laws) and, in essence, "agreeing" with her turning where before he ordered claudia to drive madeleine out of town. this hypocrisy, and the further bending of the rules for louis' sake (he's given permission to turn a mortal despite neither of them being in the coven), would have been seen by the coven as betrayal. armand knows this; he doesn't think madeleiene should be turned for these reasons; that's why he asks, "are you asking me or making me?"
still. if louis had said "i'm making you" i think armand would've gone along to witness, implicitly giving his permission for madeleine to be turned and functionally changing his allegiance from the coven to louis once and for all. so the core point of the post still stands.
#iwtv#loumand#thunder rambles#it really makes me hysterical because louis just wants to fuck around and find himself now here come exclusivity and#amatanormativity to ruin it all. moveâŒâŒ#i havent known peace since i saw that reddit post calling lestat's behaviour in s1 'jobless behaviour'. all the vampires really hate louis#for having friends and hobbies and theyre gonna make it his problem if it kills them#anyway yeah. i really really believe this. armand knew he had a loose grip on louis at best#and i think he never wouldve sold louis out if louis had made him turn madeleine. ironically#louis' biggest crime is uhhh respecting armand's disagreement with him. and having a life outside of him (claudia and madeleine)#that he wants to flourish#its so sad though because its all in service of ruining the family dynamic anyway#louis is feeling the walls closing in on him and claudia and so he elects to let her go n for claudia to have her trad 1-on-1 companionship#with madeleine#and after this he intends to commit to armand in much the same way.#its sad because how are the only two options 'monogamous partnership' and 'coven cult'.#louis should be able to have his sister-daughter-throw pillow AND his daughter-creation-in-law#AND fuck anyone and everyone he wants AND maintain very sincere connections to other vampires without it necessiatating#a companionship#the true villain of iwtv is the lack of relationship anarchy you heard it here first folks#interview with the vampire
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society if we didnât always have morality discourse with no room for gray area about the pulpy gay vampire show every time lestat and claudia appear on screen together
#like guys. theyâre not real. you can love both of them#lestat is fucking insane and claudia deserved a million times better. but can we keep enjoying ourselves PLEASEEEE#remember how much fun we were having going ballistic about episode 5? IT COULD BE THAT WAY AGAIN!!!!!#i love you claudia my best girl my sister in arms i will miss you so bad â€ïž#i love you lestat my freak wife my wet eyed bastard i missed you so bad â€ïž#iwtv#amc iwtv#interview with the vampire#lestat de lioncourt#claudia iwtv
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*me shaking lestat* I KNOW YOU HAVE A SOUL YOURE NOT JUST GONNA STAND HERE AND LET THEM MURDER YOUR DAUGHTER YOUR BLOOD CHILDDDDDD LESTAT LOOK AT MEEE THIS ISNT YOUUU
#it literally is so him#i donât want to see my sister go#sheâs my best friend#claudia de lioncourt#lestat de lioncourt#interview with the vampire
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So I just put Loustat into a âWhat Would Your Baby Look Likeâ generator and-
Iâm sorry but they need to add omegaverse into iwtv next season bc this might be the cutest fucking kid Iâve ever seen in my life ON GOD
#yes I know Iâm psycho#yes Iâm on meds#interview with the vampire#iwtv brainrot#loustat omegaverse#whatâs the babyâs name thooo?#CLAUDIA HAS A SIBLING OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED AHHH IM CRYING STOPP SHE WOULD BE THE BEST OLDER SISTER
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The fight between Louis and Armand was one of the best scenes of this entire show. The way they both knew where to hit each other exactly where it hurt. But Armand really clocked Louis with the âmy daughter was my sister was my throw pillow when he wouldnât look at me kindly.â The guilt of what happened with Claudia will forever haunt Louis, the look of utter despair on his face after was insane. Also the way Armand yelled âTHE NAMEâ, I was floored. Their entire dynamic is sickening. They acted their asses off, Assad Zaman is slowly becoming one of my favourite actors of the current generation.
#amc interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#interview with the vampire#iwtv#iwtv louis#iwtv armand#louis de pointe du lac#the vampire armand#jacob anderson#assad zaman#iwtv claudia#delainey hayles#iwtv lestat#sam reid#claudia de pointe du lac#claudia de lioncourt#iwtv spoilers#louis x armand#loumand#iwtv loumand#iwtv s2 e5#iwtv season 2#iwtv s2#iwtv series#Emmy campaign
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Twelve Days
After her fiance broke up their engagement Y/N has been isolating for months, but now it's the holidays and she must show up to spend it with her family. Fearful that her failure of a love life would be the main topic of discussion, she's prepared to have the worst time. That is until her brother in law, Harry, reveals an even bigger problem than her own.
Warnings: infidelity, break ups, mentions of depression and anxiety and their symptoms, mentions of alcohol and drugs, description of masturbation (male), voyeurism, implied inappropriate relationship
WC: 11.5K
Day One:
âYou can do hard things.â You whispered to yourself as you drove down the street as you looked out for your parentsâs car in a driveway.
You hadnât spent the holidays with your family for the past three years. You just had a lot of things going on and lived across the country for the first year away. And then traveled the following year with your significant other and then this last year youâd spent the holidays with them and their family since youâd gotten engaged to them.Â
However, earlier in the year after nearly a year engaged, your fiancĂ© backed out of the engagement and ended things with you. It had been the greatest humiliation and heartbreak of your life! After breaking the new to your parents over the phone followed by a âso Iâm gonna need some spaceâ, youâd successfully avoided every one from your family for the last several months, until now. You were mostly nervous to see your aunt and older sister. They were the most judgmental out of everyone and you hadnât been in a place to hear their negativity. But now you were gonna be stuck with them all for twelve days.Â
Twelve days in Palm Springs and you were sure that you werenât going to enjoy at least 70% of it with their probing and commentary on what you did wrong or should have done. Your dad was great about placating his younger sister, but not so much your own sister. She was definitely the golden child out of you both, so your parents were never all that hard on her, nor did they challenge her too much. You believed that she never meant to be malicious towards you but sometimes you did question if she just liked to feel like she was better than you. This particular situation made you feel a bit uneasy because it felt like an opportunity for her to rub your nose in it because she was happily married to one of the best guys youâd ever met and they had a perfect life together. She honestly did not to do anything more to remind you that she in fact was far better off than you were in this particular area of your life.
âFuck meâŠâ you muttered as you saw your mom, aunt, and sister unloading grocery bags from the car parked in the wide open garage of the house. You saw your sister point as the older women turned in your direction and smiled. You smiled as well and waved briefly before focusing on parking your car in the final space, beside your momâs. You exhaled and then stepped out, already feeling that sinking feeling in your stomach growing with each step you took towards them. You could already hear their excited greetings to you.Â
âHey.â You chuckled as your mother enveloped you in a big hug and squeezed.
âTe extrañe, hijita.â She hummed lowly. You felt warm inside for a few seconds. It gave you sense of comfort knowing that she had missed you.
âYo tambiĂ©n.â You mumbled but ended the hug quickly because after what had happened to you, you truly needed a hug form your mom and it was going to make you cry.Â
âHi mija! How are you holding up?â Your aunt, Claudia, asked as she hugged you next and you semi-smiled.
âIâm good. Thanks.â
âAre you sure?â She pressed as she pulled back and looked in your eyes in concern and you nodded quickly.
âOkay. You know, whatever you need-â
âYeah, thanks.â You nodded with a smile as she moved aside to let you greet your sister.
âHey.â You smiled as she opened her arms and you hugged. You werenât all that affectionate with each other so feeling her squeeze you closer felt a little unfamiliar but you just let it go on until she pulled back and placed her hands on your shoulders.
âYou look good.â She complimented you. âThatâs good. Show that loser what he walked out on.â She said with a smirk and you just nodded.
You felt your irritation towards her prick up your body. You hated that she attributed you looking after yourself to some revenge plot towards your ex. You had always been the kind of person to keep up with your appearance. You definitely kept things on the lighter more natural side for day to day, but you always had some makeup on. You dressed well and with thought behind your look. And you did all these things because it just made you feel good about yourself, it gave you that added little confidence boost that we all need. It was something that mattered to you and you didnât do so for the male gaze. You felt like that was a slight dig, but you knew that she hadnât meant it as such. You were quite sensitive though, so you always checked yourself before committing to the feeling that she wanted to piss you off.Â
âCan I help you guys with the groceries?â You offered.
âYou need to unpack.â Your mom reminded you and you smiled.
âRight.â You said and they continued with their task while you turned to your car. You lifted the trunk open and pulled out your shoes duffle and then reached for the handle of your large rolling suitcase. You tugged hard and then felt some resistance. âShit.â You cursed to your self when you saw that it had gotten caught on something from the top of the trunk. You had filled that baby to brim and admittedly it was resting on a decently high bed of garbage bags filled with clothes that youâd been meaning to drop off at a thrift store near your work for a couple months now.Â
âNeed a hand?â You heard and jumped in fear as your brother-in-lawâs voice coming from behind you shocked you.
âFuck, Harry! You scared me!â You laughed, despite your creased features.Â
âIâm so sorry.â He chuckled. Your lips started turning up as you took in his toothy grin and crinkled eyes.
âItâs fine. I think it got caught on something. Iâve got so much shit in there.â You explained and he went over to you as you moved aside to let him inspect the issue. Moments later he was pulling your suitcase out of the trunk successfully.
âYouâre gonna need a new one. It tore the fabric beside the zipper.â He notified you and you huffed.
âOf course it didâŠâÂ
âI saw a roll of duct tape when I was snooping through the drawers in the pool house.â He shared, âWe can put a little patch of it over the torn bit so that you can giveâer, her final trip before you toss her out.â He suggested unironically and you smirked.
âHow do you know itâs a her?â You asked and he smiled.
âI heard you refer to her as Jenna Rink once.â
âWhat? When?! Like 4 years ago? Because I havenât seen you in agesâŠâ You laughed.
âYeah, actually.â He said pensively, his brows creasing deep for a few seconds as he thought about it and then he smiled. "It was when we were helping you pack for Connecticut.â He recalled and you smiled.
âWowâŠgreat memory.â You complimented and he shrugged.Â
âGuess so!â
âI just have these two if you need help bringing anything else in.â You said as you closed your trunk and watched him reach into the trunk of your momâs BMW X4. It was her current pride and joy and had been her and your dadâs 36th anniversary splurge. Â
âNo, itâs just three more bags.â He assure you, âJust close it for me?â
âYeah, go on.â You assured him and reached up to close the trunk before following behind him, you could hear the commotion inside as you approached the garage door. And when you walked in you were overpowered by the delicious scent of some sort of breakfast sweet treat and bacon.
âLook how sweet these men are! They made us brunch!â Your sister, Julie, exclaimed as you walked in.
âWow!â You smiled as you saw your dad checking on the French toast cooking on a griddle.Â
âY/N!â He exclaimed happily and left his task to hug you tight. He kissed your cheek and you chuckled as he told you that he missed you and was so happy to see you.
âThanks, dad.â You hummed.
âNeed help?â He asked you.
âI got it.â You assured, âJust need to know where to go.â You smiled.
âHarry, give Y/N the tour so we can set everything up!â Your sister cut in.
âOkay, just watch the bacon fâme.â He request as he set the grocery bags down. He then turned to you and grabbed the side of the suitcase handle, âIâve got this.â He assured you.
âThanks.â You smiled and he nodded before guiding you towards the living room.
âLet me show you whatâs available.â He glanced back and you nodded. You went towards the main entrance and then turned right at the corner of the wall.
âThereâs one down here. Itâs the door on your left.â He said nodding towards the end of the short hallway and you slipped past him to get a look at the bedroom.
âWhy didnât it get claimed?â You asked Harry.
âBecause your parentsâ bathroom is on the other side of that wall.â He said and you huffed.
Your father was a notorious YouTube addict. He loved to watch videos about the news and world events but at full volume at all times, it was annoying to say the least.
âYour aunt chose the corner room.â He said and you nodded.Â
âI take it you and Julie took the pool house?â
âYep.â He said and you huffed.
âThe bedroom furthest from ours is free too.â
âAnd why is that one free?â
âBecause of the potential for noise, itâs behind the kitchen and shares a wall with the laundry room.â
âGod, was it designed as a servantâs quarter?â You scoffed and he chuckled, âWhat are the other options?â
âThen thereâs the room beside it, but itâs a jack-and-jill bathroom with the servantâs quarter room, so thereâs no counter space.â He explained and you groaned. âAnd then the room at the very end has a queen bed and itâs own bathroom-â
âBut?â You asked.
âItâs only like 10 feet from the pool house.â He said.
âOhâŠâ you groaned, âJust keep the sex volume to a minimum, please.â You said with a grimace and he chuckled and rolled his eyes.
âRightâŠâ He said sarcastically and you shrugged.
âJust have to put it out there.âÂ
âDonât worry, you wonât have to witness any of that.â He emphasized.
âPerfect.â You hummed. He proceeded to guide you back through the kitchen where your family was urging you to hurry so that you could all eat. âIâve got the door.â You said as you slipped past him and hurried to the end of the narrow hall.Â
âThanks.â He said as he wheeled your suitcase into the bedroom. The natural light was lovely. You looked around while you dropped your duffle bag of shoes onto the ground.Â
âOh yeah, youâve got a tiny patio.â He said optimistically.Â
âWell thatâll come in handy!â You chirped.
âWhyâs that?â He asked as he left your suitcase right beside the closet door.
âI smoke a bit before I eat and before bed if I need it.â You explained, âAfterâŠeverything Iâve been a bit down and itâs impacted my sleep and appetite.â You explained as you started out the small sliding glass door that would lead out to the small patio.
âSounds like depressionâŠâ he said and you sighed.
âYeahâŠI see a therapist, donât worry.â You assured him.
âYeah?â He asked and you turned and nodded when you saw him waiting expectantly for your answer. âIs it helping?â
âYeah, I think so. I mean, Iâm not as bad as I was like a month ago. Sâwhy I decided to come but now Iâm just nervous about what theyâre gonna tell me about it.â You admitted to him and he hummed in understanding.Â
Harry had always been extremely easy to talk to. You didnât talk regularly but would randomly send memes, recipes, OOTDâs, and little check-inâs every now and again. Youâd say that you had a good relationship with him as his sister-in-law. You got along, you had good boundaries, and most importantly, you both wanted what was best for Julie.Â
âWell if it helps, your mum reminded everyone to not bring it up over dinner when we got here.â
âLovelyâŠâ you chuckled and he smiled. âAnd how are you doing?â You asked as you sat on the mattress.
âWell-â
âHarry! Y/N! Hurry up, weâre hungry!â Your sister shouted from the kitchen.
âRain check.â You said and he nodded once, âLet me wash my hands and Iâll be right out.â You said and he nodded again before heading out of the bedroom.
Thankfully, brunch was going alright. No one had brought up your failed engagement yet, Julie was just talking a lot about an important work project sheâd been assigned to for the last several months. She seemed a little flustered as she spoke about the project and Harry seemed a bit annoyed with this topic of conversation. Julieâs work had caused some issues between them in the past when they were dating. She was an overachiever and tended to overcommit herself, leading to her neglecting several other areas of her life. This had likely happened again and if Harry was upset about it, then it was probably pretty bad because it took a lot for him to be upset to the point that heâd externalize it. Other than that little bit of tension, everything had gone well and you were now digging through your suitcase for the bathing suit you were certain you had packed. After giving up on trying to keep everything folded, you just dumped the contents out onto the bed and huffed when you realized that you had not actually packed the swimming suit.
âJulie, do you have a bathing suit I can borrow? I forgot to pack mine!â You called from the door to the back yard.Â
âYeah, but donât grab my bikinis! Grab the other one.â She instructed.
âIs it ugly?â You asked.
âNo, but itâs my least favorite of the two.â She said with a slightly apologetic smile from the jacuzzi.
âOkay.â You assured her.
âIt should be in the top left drawer.â She called to you and you nodded, âJust go in through the main door, not the sliding doors. I think Harryâs napping!â She informed you and you gave her a thumbs up as you made your way out into the backyard and to the pool house. You quietly opened up the door and slipped inside, you heard the shower running and immediately felt a little embarrassed for intruding but then you heard something else⊠A gravelly grunt in a consistently rhythmic interval. You had to get out now! But then you heard him speak.
âFuck, baby⊠youâre so fucking good.â You heard him mutter and then thought that maybe heâd snuck some bitch in! With rage building in your body, your swiftly but quietly made your way over to the bathroom door that was only half closed and you peeked in only to see Harry alone in the shower. He was facing the shower head so that thankfully saved you the embarrassment of seeing all of him.
You felt relief upon confirming that he was alone but then the realization set in that he was getting himself off. You knew it was wrong to stay but still allowed yourself one more moment to ogle him. Your eyes raked across the broad expanse of his shoulders and then moved on to admire his gorgeous back. He had muscle outlines in places youâd never seen on another person before and his ass was tight and perky. As your gaze traveled down, you honed in on his thick thighs and it made you bite your lower lip. You briefly thought about how it might feel to sit on his lap. And then you felt your stomach sink as you realized that you were doing something really fucked up right now. The feeling sobered up your lust-hazed mind and you blinked away the imagine of his dripping wet, naked body from your memory.
 âFuuuckâŠFuck!â he groaned and your heart stopped as your eyes flew back over to his frame. You could see his right arm moved back and forth with the pace of his pumping fist over his cock and seconds later he was gasping for air as he came undone.Â
You took a few steps back, still in complete disbelief at what you had just witnessed. You could feel your walls pulsing steadily with arousal. You needed to get what you needed and get out! You dashed to the dresser and pulled open the drawer your sister instructed and saw her two weeks worth of underwear and work-out clothes in there. Just then you heard the shower shut off. Your heart started pounding hard as you started digging through the drawer frantically and you hadnât found anything! Then the door creaked open. You pulled open the next drawer down and saw an array of tops and pants and you groaned quietly and slammed it closed in frustration.
âJules?â You heard Harryâs voice call out and you felt your entire world start to crumble. You were trying to speak up but no words were able to come out of your mouth. You started to back away but right before you made it around the corner to the main entrance you heard Harry sigh, âY/N, shitâŠâ
You twirled around to see him half naked, bottom half wrapped in a towel. You were so terrified in that moment. Getting pulverized by a meteor would be the best outcome right about now.
âD-did you-â
âYeah.â You confirmed quietly before he could finish his question.Â
âFuckâŠlook ummm, Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry.â He apologized, âI donât know what the fuck I was thinkingâŠâ he shook his head nervously, âItâs a fucking family holiday.â He muttered and you sighed.
âNo, I get it! You thought you were alone, itâs fine. Letâs just forget it.â You reassured.
âIâm sorry.â he apologized once more and you offered a small, sympathetic smile.
âI know.â
âWhat are you even doing in here?â He asked.
âJulieâs letting me borrow a bathing suit but I canât find them.â You explained.
âOh, she put those all the way at the bottom drawer with all her cover ups.â He informed and you huffed.
âHer stupid ass told me they were in the top drawer.â You mumbled and he chuckled as you headed over and opened the drawer Harry had said and sure enough, there were the extra bathing suits.Â
You reached for the bathing suit that she was obviously letting you borrow. It was obvious because it was a rust brown color and not some cute little pattern. It was a one-shouldered, cutout one piece bathing suit with a ribbed textured fabric that you knew youâd love gliding your freshly done nails over just to feel them slightly catch over each little ridge. You thought it was actually quite cute, but could see how your sister wouldnât really like it as much as she initially thought.Â
âWell Iâll uhhh, get out of here. S-sorry again for ummmâŠeaves dropping.â You said as you fluttered your gaze away from his nervously. Harry chuckled a bit and you glanced to him again, happy that he had taken it lightly.
âSorry for the literal sexual harassment!â He said with a painfully embarrassed expression on his face.
âIf anyone here harassed anybody, it was me! Coming into an obviouslyâŠintimate moment and sneaking a peek!â You said to him comfortingly.
âWait. You watched?!â He asked through a disbelieving laugh, âYou just finished saying it was an 'eaves dropâ!â He exclaimed and you groaned in embarrassment as you gave yourself up.
âIâm sorry!â You cried in embarrassment.
âDonât be.â He chuckled with a careless shrug and you frowned a bit, âNot like that! I mean that you shouldnât feel sorry f-for coming into this. I shouldnât have beenâŠyou know? Especially with the door open. Like anyone couldâve come in, you know?âÂ
âSounds like we both fucked up a pretty equal amount.â You said and he nodded in agreement, âLetâs just⊠pretend that you were napping like everyone thinks you are and that I just grabbed what I needed and hurried out. Cool?â You asked and he nodded.
âCool.â
âAlright, see you out there.â
âYeah.â He said before you rushed out quickly.Â
âY/N, can you wake H up? Tell him to join us!â Your sister called out and you nodded and opened the door back up and headed inside to find Harry with his face in his hands,
âShe wants you out there.â You said and he nodded.
âI heard.â He said and you could hear that he was crying.
âHey, whatâs the matter? I told you that weâre good!â You assured him with a deep frown and he exhaled and shook his head.
âItâs nothing to do with you, I promise. Just go.â He asserted.
âNo, no, no⊠if itâs nothing to do with me, then what is it?â You pressed and he sighed.
âLook Y/N, I just need some space, okay? Please get out.â He resisted and you nodded.
âOkay. Just ummm, get out there.â You said and he nodded again before you left.Â
You assured your sister that Harry was awake but you swore that it felt like an out of body experience. You could feel the steady beat of your heart at the base of your throat. You were also extremely turned on and you were concerned that the image of Harryâs solo session was practically burned into your longterm memory. The way he sounded and the things he saidâŠthey were on a loop in your brain but doing anything about it felt wrong. And as you dressed down you started to wonder if he had gone as far as carrying out any fantasies he had involving other people. Maybe he felt guilty for being caught but also for other things he had done? You didnât want your mind to wander too far so you just took a deep breath and headed outside with everyone else.Â
When Harry joined in he just stayed on one of the lounges that was built into the pool, which was unusual for him. He was typically very active and playful but he had his headphones in and a book about social policy in hand. You couldnât see his eyes through his sunglasses but when you attempted to, he glanced away, meaning you had successfully made eye contact with him somehow.Â
âIs Harry alright? He seemsâŠoff?â You said to your sister and she nodded.
âYeah, heâs fine. Heâs just a little moody over a disagreement we had about something.â She said and you hummed.
âAre you alright?â You asked next. Trying to fish out more information.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Itâs him who has the issue.â She said with a slight scoff and you hummed. âAre you fine?â She asked and you shrugged.
âSo-so.â You said and she hummed.
âI know that youâre sad about this right now but trust me, thereâs nothing worse than committing your life to the wrong person.â She said and you frowned before glancing back to her.
âAre you just saying that or speaking from experience?âÂ
âFrom experience! I married a really wonderful man!â She said a bit defensively, âThatâs how I know I made a great decision. There were other men that I was so infatuated with but were not able to give me what I wanted or needed. Like-â
âWe donât have to say his name.â You cut in and she nodded.
âHarry isâŠthe ideal partner.â Julie said with a shrug. âAnd you know, I never told you this, but he stepped up at the 11th hour. I felt like maybe I was never going to get married because of how much I work and all but heâŠhe understands and supports me.â She said and you nodded.
âThatâs really good.â You offered a small smile and she nodded.
âNow, what is taking Claudia so long? Sheâs supposedly making us all some Palomas.â She said as she turned towards the main house to try and get a look inside.
âShe wasnât in the kitchen when I came out. Maybe sheâs in the bathroom?â You said and she hummed. But then you started thinking about the bathroom and Harry in the bathroom having a steamy shower. Your face started to heat with a blush and you just fanned at your face for a moment.Â
âItâs wild that itâs basically 80 degrees in December isnât it?â She asked and you nodded.
âYeah, but itâs nicer than being snowed in.â You said, âI did miss the weather the most.â You said, âIâm glad to be back.â
âMissed that more than us?â Your sister asked with a small smile.
âYou know what I meanâŠâ you mumbled and she smirked.
âWeâre glad youâre back too.â She said and you smiled.
âThanks.â You hummed.
Day Two:Â
When you woke up the following morning it was because the door to the pool house closed loudly. You sighed and rubbed your eyes before grabbing your phone to look at the time. It was barely 6:30 on Sunday morning and you were a little annoyed that your sleep time had been cut short. You were surprised by how easily you had been able to fall asleep and most importantly, you had stayed asleep through the whole night.Â
You laid there for a few minutes, staring at the designs of your ceiling from the light peeking through the blocks used to section off your little patio. You had committed to morning walks as part of your healing journey and intended on taking one later on but as you considered how much hotter it could get later on you decided to just wash up and go now, you were up anyway.
The neighborhood this AirBnb was in was gated and it only kept these vacation homes. You did see a few of them were rented out but most of them were desolate. When you finally started to circle back around you saw Julie walking down the corner of the street before your house. She walked down to the first house she encounter and then twirled around. When you were close enough to be within her line of sight you raised your hand to wave and she looked a bit startled at first and then put on a smile as she spoke quickly and waved with her other hand as she made her way back towards the corner of the side street. She hung up the phone as you crossed the street to reach her.
âMorning.â You greeted.
âGood morning.â She responded quickly.
âYou didnât have to hang up your call. Iâm desperate to get back and have a shower. Itâs already warming up.â You said.
âItâs fineâŠI shouldnât have even been on the call while weâre here.â She explained.
âWork?â You asked and she hummed.
âWell, pick up where you left off.â you assured her.
âThanks. I wonât be long.â
âOf course. See you back there.â
âYeah, see yaâ.â Julie hummed and you hurried past the next two houses until your reached your rental.
When you made it inside, much to your surprise, Harry was already in the kitchen, he seemed upset from how quiet he was as he cut up some fruits silently.
âGood morning.â You greeted him.
âHey.â He responded as he spared you a glance before continuing with his task. âDid you run into your sister by any chance?â He asked and you nodded.
âYeah, sheâs still on her call.â You said cooly and he glanced up at you.
âWas she?â Harry asked and you nodded.
âYou know, I get that sheâs a workaholic and all but I think you need to ease up on her about that. I know it was an issue before but I mean, you know how she was with this stuff from the start. Like, I get why youâd be upset when she does work stuff while on vacation, but itâs just who she is, you know? Itâd almost be expected, Iâd say.â You explained.
âGuess youâre right.â He mumbled as he continued doing what he was doing.
âExactly. So stop brooding over things you have no control over. Youâre just going to spoil your own time.â You said.
âOkay⊠whatever.â He mumbled and you smiled and playfully punched his arm as you walked by and headed towards your room to get showered.Â
***********
Harry was already in a bad mood and after what youâd mentioned to him, he was even more upset. There was something that had been weighing on his chest for the last several months. Something that he had hoped to talk to you about but with everything going on with your ex, he didnât want to overburden you with his issues with Julie.Â
It was Valentineâs Day when he got an anonymous call from a private number saying that Julie was cheating on him, it had been left as a voicemail since he did not pick up the call. But even then, the voice had like an automated filter over it, so he paid no mind to it. But then, a few weeks later heâd picked up her phone because she kept receiving tons of texts and they were from a guy, a guy that he already knew.Â
Joseph was a friend of Julieâs from grad school who had landed the same internship site as her and they ended up getting hired at the same hospital in the accounting department. Apparently, theyâd had a friends with benefits things going for a while before she started dating Harry. When he had asked if she had feelings for Joseph she admitted that while she liked him a bit more than she ought to, she knew that he would never commit to her, he wasnât that kind of guy. And she assured Harry that she liked him a lot more. More enough to end things with Joe so that they could give it an honest try. It had been about five or six months of them being together when he caught her making out with Joe at a co-workersâs wedding. He ended things on the spot because he knew that there was history there. But when Julie came to him after a few days later, pleading and begging for forgiveness, the love he had developed for her broke him down and he accepted her apology. She promised that it would never ever happen again and he believed her. And to his knowledge, it hadnât happened until he discovered that it had happened again. By the looks of it, it had been happening for nearly six months.
Of course, he confronted Julie about it and once again, she promised sheâd stop but this time, he insisted they go to couples counseling to fix whatever was causing her to cheat and that she would need to allow him to look through her phone when he felt suspicious of her. Not forever, but just until he was able to trust her again. But during that time sheâd also accepted a new job for a development firm, meaning no more Joe at work. So the counseling had been deprioritized by them both and whenever heâd ask to look through her phone it was never an issue and she always complied, so this made him feel even more trust towards her. And over the last few months heâd felt suspicious over a work trip she went on but found nothing and now she had been assigned to doing the budgeting and accounting for a big new project with a client from France which had her working longer or strange hours. But sometimes her stories wouldnât add up. So last month when she told him she was working late he showed up at her office before the end of the day and sure enough, she left right on time but drove to the nearest suburb where he saw her meet up with Joe. It was happening again and he was just collecting evidence this time around. He knew that this phone call wasnât for work, it was Joseph.Â
All day Harry was brooding, waiting for the opportune moment to confront her. Eventually, he found the alone time and he was looking in her eyes asking her to please just be honest with him.
âHarry, youâre acting insane!â Julie threw her hands up in defeat as she finally exploded.
âIâm not! I know what youâve been doing!â He shouted.
âWhat?! Youâve seen my phone every time youâve asked, there hasnât been anything.â She insisted.
âI followed you one night, after you said you were working late.â He said and he saw her  starting to tense in rage.
âWhat the fuck, Harry?! How could you do that to me?â She shouted.
âBecause I donât fucking trust you!â He shouted back, âI cannot trust you.â He emphasized and she shook her head. âPlease, donât try to fucking gaslight me. Just say it. Say it.âÂ
âHarryâŠâ
âI need to know. If you even have a shred of love or respect for me, you need to be honest.â He begged and she sighed.
âFineâŠIâve been seeing him again.â Julie admitted and Harry nodded with a sad smile on his face. His gaze drifted past her and focused onto the wall across from him as he just let the reality sink in.Â
âHow long?â He asked monotonously.
âJust a few months.â She said. âIâm sorry.â
âWhat the fuckâŠâ he sighed sadly.
**********
Your day was slowly going to shit. After you showered you picked up your phone and when you saw the memory it prompted you to view, you felt your heart sink. It was from your last Valentineâs day. That led you down memory lane and all day you were thinking about your failed relationship in some way or another. After lunch your parents and aunt went out to some market and you decided to just take a nap. You were startled awake a couple hours later because your phone started ringing. You huffed at the spammer who called and settled into the silence. Thatâs when you heard the shouting from the pool house. You sat up as it quieted it down for a few seconds before your sister was shouting louder than before. You still couldnât make out what was being said but you hurried out of bed and decided to go break it up. You rushed out through your patio and hurried to the sliding doors, getting ready to knock when you heard Harry shouting angrilyâŠ
âI want to get divorced because you keep cheating on me!â There was silence and once again you found yourself overstaying your welcome to listen in. âIâm not just saying it like itâs nothing. Yes, I realize that itâs a serious step to take but this has gone on for long enough, Julie. Iâm not going to continue to be committed to you when youâre not committed to me in the same way.â He said more calmly. When your sister started to cry you backed away and hurried back to your bedroom.
You were in complete shock that your sister was cheating on Harry. It seemed like the least likely scenario to ever happen to them. Especially for that to be something that your sister did! It didnât make any sense! Even the day before, she had told you that Harry was the best decision she had ever made. However, that would explain why Harry was acting strange. If he already had suspicions and then you mentioned she was outside taking a call, you could see how his mind would go in that direction. More so when it was something that had happened before. You also felt really guilty now because you had quite literally just disappeared from everyoneâs lives because of your own issues without really thinking that they might be going through their own challenges. To be fair, your sister didnât ever like to show any vulnerability, so youâd never know that something was actually wrong unless you caught her at the perfect moment, but still. You couldâve at least asked her or even Harry!Â
âWeâre back!â You heard your aunt announce as soon as youâd made it back into your bedroom. Do prevent them from hurrying off to find Julie and Harry you hurried out of the room.
âHow was it?â You asked your aunt and parents as they congregated in the kitchen.
âIt was nice!â She smiled and then your mom and aunt proceeded to show you the little knick knacks they had picked up at the outdoor market.Â
âWe should get started on dinner. Can you get your sister and Harry, they were going to be in charge of dinner tonight.â Your mother informed and you nodded and made your way over to the pool house.Â
Thankfully, they werenât shouting anymore, but when you knocked and Harry opened the door you felt the tension escaping from the room in gargantuan waves. While his eyes were a little blood shot he looked relieved to see you.
âUmmm, they said you guys were in charge of dinner tonight?â You informed.
âRightâŠummm, Julieâs got a bad headache so sheâs gonna try and sleep it off for a bit. Do you mind helping me?â He asked you.
âNot at all.â You assured.
âThanks. Iâll be over there in a bit.â He said and you nodded and hurried back inside.
There was almost an unspoken rule that you were not to cook for your family except on their birthdays if they asked or on a holiday. You did it for a living, you were a private chef, so you cooked for people every single day for hours and hours. But this time, you were inclined to make an exception to stand in for Julie. While everyone else got showered and ready for dinner, you and Harry were in there preparing everyoneâs meal. You were melting the butter down and getting it all aromatic with the rosemary and garlic while the filets marinated in their dry rub of seasoning that Harry had mixed up earlier. He had moved on to peeling potatoes he had boiled earlier in they day as well and he seemed to be very entranced with his task. You kept stealing glances of him to ensure he was okay and were dying to ask him if he was but didnât want to risk upsetting him for eaves dropping once again.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked without looking away from the final potato he was peeling and you sighed.
âIâŠheard you guys fighting.â You admitted and he glanced up quickly.
âOhâŠall of it?â He asked and you shrugged.
âBasically and well, the mostâŠimportant bit.â You confessed and he sighed. âIâm sorry. I was profanely just going to try and deescalate the argument because it was really heated. Iâm so sorry!â You apologized.
âItâs alright. Iâm glad that someone else knows now. Iâve been carrying this around for months at this point.â He explained and you frowned upon hearing this.
âIâm so sorry, Harry. Are you alright?â
âI will be once your sister agrees to a divorce.â He explained lowly.
âWhy wonât she?â You asked and he shrugged.
âWe can talk more about this later if thatâs alright with you? I just ummmâŠI donât want to risk someone else coming out and hearing this.â He explained.
âOh, of course!â You assured him and he nodded before you just got back to your respective tasks.Â
Harry was very in his head and it made you feel sad for him because he genuinely looked concerned and sad. When you finished setting the rest of the vegetable to steam you excused yourself to get cleaned up for dinner. He thanked you for your help and let you know that heâd cook the steaks once everyone was at the table so that they could be cooked how each person preferred.Â
Once dinner came around Julie was acting completely fine. She looked extremely put together and refreshed. Her ability to just pretend like everything was fine made you feel a bit upset at her. What more could she be hiding behind that nonchalant facade? You were trying your best not to judge her too harshly but surface level you saw no reason for why she would cheat on Harry. A small and very petty part of you was satisfied that your sisterâs life was not as perfect as she made it out to be, but you still felt sad for her and for Harry.
After dinner you all decided on watching a movie because Harry and Julie were going to go âget drinksâ. They probably just needed to go somewhere private to yell at each other. Even after you headed to your bedroom after the movie, you waited up to see if youâd hear them come back or if Harry would try and talk to you. But before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.
Day Three:
You suddenly woke up from your sleep and felt in real time as your slumber started escaping you immediately. You sighed because it was just your luck that after having one really good night of sleep the insomnia would kick in. You were laying in bed for a few minutes scrolling through your Calm app in order to find some sort of relaxing sounds or even just do a meditation, but then you heard some foot steps and then the slight squeak of a door down the hall before you heard it being shut very gently. After a few moments, your phone lit up with an incoming text from Harry asking if you were struggling to sleep to which you replied âYes.â And moments later he was peeking into your room. You glanced over to him and offered a sympathetic look.
âAre you alright?â You whispered your question and he nodded as he quietly walked in.
âJustâŠsad, tired, angryâŠâ he mumbled as he sat at the edge of your bed.
âWe donât have to talk about it now if you donât want.â You reminded him.
âThanks.â He hummed, âWanna get my mind off of it.â He exhaled.
âDo you wanna watch TV or something?â You asked.
âActually, I have a collection of memes that I wanted to share with you but wasnât sure if it was appropriate to when you had asked for space and Iâve been saving them this whole time! I need to show you.â He said and you found yourself smiling from ear to ear.Â
âI would love nothing more than for you to show me that treasure trove.â You assured him and he nearly squealed before he hurried out of the room to get his phone.
When Harry returned it was with the blanket from his new bedroom and he sat across from you, criss-cross style, and you mirrored his position as you waited eagerly for the memes. Image after image and clip after clip you were nonstop laughing and hyperventilating into a pillow. If there was one thing you appreciated about Harry the most, it was his sense of humor. You were both into very stupid humor about banal things. It often irritated your sister because you two would make jokes out of the most random things, everything had the potential to be unserious when you were around each other.
âOh godâŠthose were soooo good!â You laughed breathily. You were struggling to keep it quiet and Harry was very pleased with himself.
âI knew youâd appreciate them.â He smiled as he set his phone down on the bed. He suddenly noticed that you had gone quiet. So he looked over at you and saw you slightly smiling. âWhat is it?â He asked curiously and your gaze flickered up to his.
âNothing, I justâŠI havenât felt joy like that in a long time. It feels really great to laugh. Like really laugh. You know?â You asked and then glanced away when you realized how vulnerable youâd just been. You suddenly wanted to throw up.
âHeyâŠâ he said as he gently squeezed your knee and you glanced up to him again, âI do know.â He affirmed sincerely before pulling his hand away. When he pulled his hand back you missed the warmth of it.
âWhy donât you leave her?â You asked him of your sister.
âIâm scared.â He said simply and you nodded in understanding.
âWhat happened withâŠ?â Harry trailed off before speaking your exeâs name.
âThey just came in one day saying they had doubts and were feeling unready to take the next step and that was that.â You shrugged.
âIâm sorry.â He frowned.
âIâm notâŠlike itâs been really hard but Iâd rather this than for them to feel obligated to go through with it and then weâre both miserable until someone has the guts to do something about it.â You explained and then frowned, âSorry, I didnât mean that as a dig to you. I think that realistically I would cling to whatever I couldâŠitâs my fear that makes me pretend that Iâm callous.â You explained.
âWowâŠTherapy is working wonders for you.â he said with a grin and you rolled your eyes.
âShut the fuck upâŠâ
âIâm not saying it to tease you! Iâm happy that youâre getting to know yourself! And to know your worth and your vulnerabilities. Itâs admirable.â He said and you smiled softly.Â
âThanks.â You hummed and he nodded. âAre you in therapy?â
âNo. We did counseling together for a bit, Jules and I. But it didnât really help. She was too busy with work to do the therapeutic work.â He explained and you hummed in understanding. âIâm really glad you decided to come for this.â Harry added after a few moments of silence between you two.Â
âWell, thanks. Iâm not regretting it yetâŠâ you said with a soft smile.
âA win is a win.â He chuckled and you nodded.
âExactly.â You hummed.
âWell, Iâm going to try and let you sleep. If you need anything ummm, Iâm going to be staying in the next room over.â
âFor the rest of the time?â You asked and he nodded.
âItâs that bad.â He explained lowly and you nodded in understanding.
âWell, Iâm really sorry that everythingâs going to shit right now.â
âThank you. And thanks for holding space for me or whatever they say.â He smiled as he clambered off of your bed, âAt least we donât have to deal with this alone.âÂ
âRight.â You smiled.
âGet some sleep. We have plans tomorrow.â He said and you groaned and let yourself fall against your pillows. You heard Harry snigger a bit as your door closed quietly.
Day Four:
Despite Harryâs warning to get some rest and your efforts to do just that, youâd had maybe another hour, if that, after heâd gone. At 8am sharp you heard movement in the kitchen and then some knocks at your door.
âYeah?â You called out and the door creaked open and you saw your mom peek in.
âHi, hijita. We have plans for today, will you join us?â She asked and you nodded.
âYeah, Iâm gonna go.â You assured her and she smiled.
âBien. Weâre leaving at 9:30.â She informed and you nodded in understand before she left.Â
After lazing around for a few more minutes you took a quick body shower before getting on some light make up. You got dressed and then headed out to get something to eat with everyone. You greeted your dad and aunt as they helped your mom with breakfast. You were making small talk with them as you moved around them to prepare yourself a cup of coffee.
âHarry! Good morning!â Your aunt exclaimed energetically and you glanced back to see Harry coming in through the sliding doors.
âMorning, everyone!â He greeted with a smile. He was portraying high energy but he still looked tired. His eyes then met yours and lingered for a moment before you got a little nervous and turned back around to finish making your coffee.
âJulie is awake, right?â Your dad asked and Harry nodded.
âYeah, but actually, she said sheâs feeling bad again and is going to stay behind and rest.â He explained.
âBy herself?â Your aunt asked and Harry shrugged.
âI told her Iâd stay but she insisted we all go. I think she just needs some alone time.â He explained. âBut I think sheâd appreciate if we check on her before we go.â He said and your mom nodded.
Sure enough, even when your mother had gone over to check on her, Julie declined going on the planned family outing and declined your mom staying to look after her since she was the one who had planned these excursions. So your aunt offered to stay with Julie because was afraid of heights and didnât want to go on the tram and expressed that she also had no interest in the zoo, unsurprisingly, your sister accepted. So once that was settled the rest of you packed into your parentsâ car. You buckled up and then glanced over to Harry who offered a half-smile to you before pulling out his phone. Moments later your phone buzzed and you saw it was a text from him.
Harry: The guy your sister is seeing came here yesterday to find her.
You glanced over to him with a frown and he smiled slightly.
Y/N: Is that why she stayed behind?
Harry: Yeah. I think she was hoping to get some alone time to see him. She didnât know he was going to drive out. I think thatâs what he was telling her when you saw her on the phone.
Y/N: Fuck. Well, lets just have fun today. Iâm sure weâll be able to get our minds off of things!
Harry: I think so too:)
The zoo had been pretty cool. Your mom had been dying to feed the giraffes so when your reservation time came up she was the first one to approach the animals. In truth, it was a very awesome experience. It was certainly something you never thought youâd do in your life, but you were so happy that you experienced it. After a stop for lunch you guys were on your way to the aerial tramway. You were looking forward to seeing the valley from up there. The drive up was beautiful and soon enough you were getting on the bus that would take you to the tram.Â
âWowâŠâ you whispered to yourself in awe as you slowly went past the tree line and saw the crazy formations of rocks littering the mountainside. Your mom and dad were cozied up beside each other on the other side of the tram. The slow rotation of the inside floor allowed you to see all of your surroundings. But then your attention veered from the scenery as Harryâs familiar scent invaded your personal space. You glanced to your side and there he was, standing right beside you. He looked a little apprehensive.
âSorry for the proximity. Heights make me a little nervous and I get a little vertigo if I look down. I wasnât about to go brush up against either of your parents for comfort, you know?â He explained lowly and you giggled.
âYeah, I get that.âÂ
âThanks.â He hummed as he scooted just a bit closer. Close enough that his arm was brushing against yours. âYou seem to be enjoying this.â
âI am.â You smiled.
âYou donât worry that the cable might snap or something and we all just⊠you know?â He asked and you turned to him with a furrowed brow.
âJesusâŠthatâs fucking darkâŠâ You scoffed through a laugh and he chuckled a bit.
âItïżœïżœïżœs a real anxious thought I have!â He defended.
âIâm not judging. Believe me, I know about dark.â You said as the smile faded from your lips.
âI didnât mean to dampen the mood.â He said when he felt your mood shift.
âItâs alright, it wasnât you. It was my brain. Itâll pass.â You assured him with a small smile.Â
You saw Harry reach for the handrail and squeeze around it and glance up to see him squeeze his eyes closed for a moment.
âYou alright?â You asked and he nodded.
âYeah, I just ummm looked down for a second there.â He explained and then opened his eyes again. âI just wanted to see the view is breathtaking.â He said as he just kept his eye line level as he glanced around.Â
âIt is. But Iâm sure it doesnât help that this thing is rotating.â You said and he groaned.
âDonât remind me.â He mumbled through a smile.
âWell, weâre almost to the top.â You reassured him.
âThank fuck.â He hummed lowly. âYour mom picked a good time, weâre gonna get to see the sunset from the top.â He said.
âDo you wish my sister were here?â You asked and he shrugged.
âYes and no.â he said, âYes, because Iâd have someoneâs hand to hold on this tram. And no, because I know sheâd rather be here with someone else.â He said and you frowned. It was instinctive when you reached out and placed your hand over his on the rail. You gave him a reassuring squeeze before letting go and sliding it back in front of your own body. Your grip tightened as a nervous feeling made your stomach feel like it was swirling.
âSorry.â You said quickly as your eyes met his.
âDonât be.â He assured you and moments later you felt the warmth of his hand right beside yours as he closed the gap on the railing between your hands. You glanced down at the sides of your hands pressed together and then up at him. His eyes were already prepared to meet your gaze and when they did, you felt that swirling in your tummy again. Those butterflies starting to stir awake. âI know youâre just trying to make me feel better.â He assured and you nodded and quickly looked away.
Were you? In a way, yes, you wanted to comfort him because he too was going through a hardship. But at the same time you felt nervous about it. You couldnât say that you didnât find Harry attractive or charming. You were afraid that you were suddenly noticing this more than usual because of your current romantic turmoil. His immediate instinct to check in on you, to notice and care about your feelings. To be vulnerable with you and provide you the safety to be able to do the same. And then what you walked in on, on that first day at the houseâŠthat was definitely a contributing factor to why you were suddenly more aware of him as a person. As a manâŠ
You were more than grateful when the tram ride came to an end just seconds later. You quickly got out and he followed behind you until you went up to the edge of the observation deck, that was just a little too out of his comfort zone. You put your hands on the railing and just took a slow but shaky inhale. It was significantly colder at this peak of the mountain so it kind of burned your throat to breathe that deeply but that sobered up your mind that was all fuzzy from Harryâs scent and words and existence in general. Your heard your mother approaching with your dad following behind, telling her to slow down.
âAre you okay?â She asked you as she came up beside you and you nodded and smiled.
âYeah, I was just admiring the view. Itâs incredible. Thank you for planning this.â You said to her with a smile before turning back to see the valley before you.Â
The sun was setting beautifully and despite the overarching theme of tragedy in your life for the last several months, in that very moment you realized how insignificant you and your problems were in the grand scheme of things. Things could be much worse. You had what you needed; your life, your health, your family and friends. After getting a few pictures taken with your parents by Harry from a comfortable distance you were all heading inside to the restaurant for your dinner reservation.Â
You were doing what you could to avoid having to focus too much of your attention on Harry but it was difficult. He was practically spellbinding. He was charming and funny and a gesticulative story teller so it was hard to not engage with him. But every time you looked in his eyes there they were again, those pesky little butterflies, some good and other not so good. They were a reminder that despite the excitement of being with someone that you got along with after so much time alone, you werenât ready. The proof was in the fact that you were fighting off a crush on your brother in law! How much more twisted and pathetic could a person be? You were on your second cocktail by the time the appetizer showed up and your lack of appetite throughout the day was starting to pay off. You had gotten to the point where your lips felt tingly and your worries were soon to float away.Â
Making eye contact with Harry wasnât as scary any more. Because it was just the four of you, you could get away with constantly looking at each other. You werenât even being flirtatious about it, you were just admiring him. You admired how good he was at masking everything. All of the hurt he was in. All of the anger and disappointment that you knew were weighing over him like a ton of bricks.Â
Your phone chiming loudly from your purse broke you out of your spell of admiration. And then it went off again. And again. And again. And again. Your family and the patrons at the neighboring tables all honed in on you as you frantically reached for your purse while giving apologetic glances to the strangers.Â
âSorry.â You muttered to your family with a smile. You had a strict âno phones allowedâ rule when eating out together. You had every intention of just putting it on silent and just checking the texts later, you were just really enjoying yourself! But when you saw your exâs name on the screen, the rose tinted haze that youâd been seeing things with for the past fifteen minutes instantly vanished. Your stomach did a nasty flip that had you wishing youâd slowed down. You needed to open your phone to see what they said, not being able to see it had your anxiety through the roof. Then your phone pinged again with a sixth message and you just stood up and hurried out to the viewing deck.Â
*** Harryâs POV ***
Harry could not stop thinking about you. Admittedly, the thoughts had started when he saw your profile on a dating app. Not on his phone, on a friendâs phone, he recognized her from his and Julieâs wedding party and had asked if it really was her. He looked through it and was smiling by the end of it. If he ever ran into your ex he would kick their ass for leaving you hanging like that. He had truly hoped that you would come for Christmas and was so happy that you had in fact shown up.
You were gorgeous, youâd always been. And maybe it was because of his emotional distance from Julie over the last several months that he just decided to lean into the attraction he felt towards you. Admittedly, it was stupid of him to have a wank without fully closing the bathroom door but he couldnât help but be a little thrilled that you had crashed it. To him it felt like this little secret you shared now had you on a new level of comfort and trust.Â
Today, when you touched his hand on the tram he felt that long forgotten zap of excitement electrifying him. Julie wanted nothing to do with him, she was in love with another man for their entire relationship, so he didnât feel too bad of indulging in a little betrayal himself. He could see that you viewed him in another way too but you were fighting it. He saw how it scared you and quite frankly, it scared him too. But feeling the things and actually doing something about were two very different things. In this situation there was a double safety. His flirting was safe because he wouldnât do more than that and your acceptance of his minor flirtations was also safe because he knew that you wouldnât act on it. Once you were a little more loose from your drinks your fear eluded you and he was very much enjoying that and then your phone interrupted everything. It had been nearly ten minutes since youâd left with your phone and he and your parents were feeling a little worried. The food would come any minute andÂ
âI think itâs time I go check on her. Make sure sheâs okay.â Harry said. Your dad nodded and he rushed out onto the viewing deck. He looked around and then heard your voice from somewhere. He glanced up and saw that there was another level. He hurried up and then heard you speaking angrily into your phone before hanging up. You were standing right up against the railing, it was freezing outside so there wasnât anyone up there. He quietly made his way over but the closer he got to the railing the harder his heart would pound. He hesitated but the sound of you sobbing gave him the courage to walk the rest of the distance to you.Â
*** Y/Nâs POV ***
âHow fucking dare you!? You canât just call me and tell me that after everything I endured! You donât deserve me.â You seethed as hot tears ran down your face. You were practically trembling from how angry you felt. âFuck you, Ash! Never, ever fucking call me again! Bye!â You shouted before hanging up and blocking the number. Your chest was heaving from how hard you were breathing. And when the adrenaline wore off you felt so fucking heavy and just started to sob quietly. You were feeling like youâd made a huge mistake and were just about to unblock the number when you heard your name.
âY/N?â Harry called and you gasped as you whipped around quickly. Your fright dispersed when you saw his familiar frame approaching.
âIt was Ash.â You explained as he stopped before you.âJust drunk and trying to get me back after all this timeâŠThe fucking gall to ask if we can start over!â you exclaimed angrily through your tears. Your head was shaking in disbelief.
âJesus.â He sighed and you sniffled and nodded.Â
âRight? Like what the fuck?!â You scoffed and then exhaled sharply. He saw you shivering and pulled off his jacket to drape over you. âYou donât have to. Itâs freezing up here.â You assured him.
âIâm alright.â He reassured you. âCâmere.â He instructed and he opened his arms for you. You easily stepped forward into his space to allow him to hug you, âFuck that loser. Doesnât deserve you.â He comforted you.
âI know.â You said quietly as you allowed your head to lay against his chest.
âGood.â He said supportively as he slowly rubbed over your back. When he looked up he realized that he was on the ledge of of the viewing deck and the view was completely breathtaking. It was even more magical now that the sun was nearly gone. The lights from the cities in the valley were shimmering enticingly in the distance. âLook how beautiful that is.â He said to you and you moved your head to look ahead of you and hummed. âMakes me wish I could fly.â He said lowly and you smiled.
âIt really doesâŠâ you agreed. âIâm surprised you came up to the edge.â You added teasingly. He smiled and squeezed you just a bit.
âI needed to make sure you were okay.â He explained softly and you slowly pulled away.
âThank you.â You expressed as you glanced up at him.
âOf course.â He smiled at you.
âItâs just⊠hard to talk about all of this with my family because they start to interject and give their opinions on what couldâve been done better and ughâŠsometimes people are just shitty, you know? Regardless of what you do, nothing will change that!â You huffed in exasperation. Just thinking about the typical responses they would give you had you feeling a little heated. âAnywayâŠâ you mumbled with a slightly flustered smile from your little outburst, but Harry was just smirking at you. It made your heart start pounding harder as you held the eye contact between you two for a few seconds. âWe should get back inside.âÂ
âYeah, the food was just about to come.â He informed and you nodded and followed him back into the building.
The food and the company were both excellent. You were more than grateful that your parents didnât try and question you about anything. You were huddled up against your parents for the tram ride down because it was freezing cold, though you really wanted to be huddled up against Harry. You knew that heâd allow it and that made you feel really pleased with yourself. The whole way back to the Airbnb you two were texting nonstop, exchanging glances every now and again, to the point where the tension was building. You werenât even talking about anything inappropriate, it was just the energy of the quick closeness that had grown between you two. Upon arriving at the house Harry went and âchecked on Julieâ, which really was to shower and get ready for bed before heading to the main house to sleep. You expected to hear them argue or something but there was complete silence.Â
You plopped onto the center of the bed and pulled out your phone to waste time on Instagram and saw that your sister had recently posted a story. When you clicked on it you saw three cocktails clinking, your aunt was tagged and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Seconds later Harry texted you to tell you that she was gone and you told him to check instagram and didnât hear back for a while until there were soft knocks on your door. By then you were cuddled up in bed, propped up on the pillows, and watching Home Alone on the TV.Â
âCome in!â You spoke towards the door and when it creaked open you saw it was Harry.
âWould you mind some company?â He asked and you smiled.
âAbsolutely not.â You assured and he hurried in, closing the door behind him before sliding into the empty side of the bed. As he was getting comfy he yelped when his foot accidentally touched yours.
âJesus! So fucking cold!â He chuckled.
âFeel my hands.â You said as you reached over blindly because he was under the covers after all. Your hand found his and he gasped.
âLike a fucking corpseâŠâ you chuckled and glanced at him briefly before turning back to the TV. But soon your attention was drawn back to Harry as brought your hand up to his mouth and gently blew his warmth breath over your open palm and then clasping it between his hands. âGiving you some warmth.â He explained, âIs that okay?â He asked and you nodded silently.Â
There it was again, that tension, building up some more. And like air in a balloon, it could only hold so much before it had to burst. His eyes glanced down to your mouth and you did the same to his. If he went for it right in this moment, youâd let him kiss you. Easily. You were covered in goosebumps from the anticipation. And then your eyes met again and you saw the conflict in them. That also made you hesitate and slowly, the burning in you started to fizzle.Â
âSorry. UmmmâŠâ
âDonât be. Youâre right to doubt! This could be so fucking messy. Itâs stupid to evenâŠlike, no! Weâre fucking stupid for this, Harry.â You chuckled through your disbelief at what you were about to do.
âI knowâŠbut that doesnât take away the desire to.â He said and you sighed.
âI know! But we need to fuckingâŠfind it because I donât want to lose you.â You explained with a hint of desperation in your tone and an earnest look in your eyes. Harry didnât want to lose you either, so he just nodded and turned his focus to the TV. Your hand was still in his, being kept warm as heâd said. And you did feel warm with him. So fucking warmâŠ
âThanks.â You whispered to him and he turned and smiled before focusing back on the TV.
Part Two...
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2.07 made it more clear than ever that everyone in the story (except perhaps Madeleine) views Claudia as a symbol for something rather than really seeing her. The scene where Louis is dragging Claudia on the floor like a doll begging Lestat to look at their 'beautiful little daughter' is both heartbreaking and deeply unsettling. This young girl who Louis doesn't even know is given the impossible weight of being everything to Louis; his light and redemption, replacement for his sister, fulfilling his longing to have children and to take care of something, his friend and confidante, fixing his relationship with Lestat, proving that living as a vampire could be worth it, giving him happiness and purpose. She called Louis an angel and saw something good and beautiful in him when Louis himself felt there was none, so Louis desperately hopes that he can be her savior and she can be his.
For Lestat she's something that keeps Louis tied to him, and to the world and vampirism and existence itself. He spitefully tells Claudia to come home and make Louis happy - because it's her purpose. Lestat sees himself in Claudia and detests it, but as he says he also sees his best vampiric self in her and is proud of it. Louis and Lestat both love Claudia deeply but i think they also see her as a living physical symbol of their eternal connection to each other, their union and its breakdown, and all their shame and guilt. In the modern day Louis' house in Dubai is like a mausoleum built for the memory of Claudia - and himself.
In Paris she's forced to assume the role of a little girl over and over again, the audience loving her but only the image of her that doesn't really exist. To the coven she ends up meaning everything they despise and on her last day she's completely dehumanized. In the book Armand says "I never loved her. I didn't know how", and i think that's reflected in the show too. I don't think Armand felt much toward Claudia other than resentment and something almost like fear, and that's what allows him to kill her with such coldness. Claudia is a living obstacle to his relationship with Louis, and like Lestat i think he's uncomfortable with seeing himself and his trauma and pain in Claudia.
But i think above all Armand too sees her as the embodiment of the connection and love between Louis and Lestat. I think Armand views Claudia first and foremost as Lestat's child and an extension of him, particularly obvious from the scene where he calls her Claudia de Lioncourt, and he's reminded of Lestat every time he looks at her. It doesn't matter if Claudia was going to leave with Madeleine, even if she and Louis never met again. As long as Claudia exists Louis will never be fully his, because he's connected to Lestat through her and thus belongs to Lestat. Claudia must be destroyed so that connection can be severed
#i've seen many people wondering why armand wants to kill claudia in the show when she doesn't pose a threat to his relationship with louis#but i really think that for armand it's that simple that he thinks her mere existence is a threat#because she's a symbol for something he hates and fears#iwtv#iwtv spoilers#iwtvposting
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Guess Who?
Papa Emeriti I, II, III & Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader
Game night takes a turn when you end up blindfolded and tied on the table, at the mercy of all of your beloved Papas. The name of the game: figure out whoâs touching you. You win: you cum. They win: they use your body however they see fit.
For @da-rulah, because I sent her a scenario that hurt her wittle feewings, and so now Iâm facing the consequences of my actions. I hope you enjoy, Bee. âđ»đ
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Reading Time: 37 min.
Warnings: aftercare, alluded/implied sex work, anal play, biting, bondage (using a rope), breath play, breeding, bukkake, choking, cream pie, cum eating, cunnilingus, degradation, fellatio, fingering, finger sucking, free use, gang bang, groping, MMFMM, objectification, plus size!reader, PIV sex, praise, premature ejaculation, pussy slapping, rope play, rough sex, running a train, sensory depravation (blindfold), skull fucking, spit-roasting, squirting, tag teaming, talking about you as if you werenât there, tickle kink (if you squint), unprotected sex, (wrap it before you tap it folks), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex,
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Game night was usually a night reserved for only the brothers Emeritus, who usually enjoyed card games with only the three players. Every week without fail, the three men would gather in the wine cellar of the Ministry and play cutthroat games of Uno while drinking bottles of the Ministryâs finest by candlelight. It wasnât often theyâd invite a fourth in, rarely finding a person close enough to all three of them that theyâd be able to relax and have fun with. But it wasnât unheard of. Which is why the decision was unanimous when your name was thrown into the middle.
You were the favourite of all the Papas and the whole Ministry knew it. You were their closest friend and companion, the one who had the most in common with them and compassion for them. The one who made them feel the best both in and out of the bedroom. Yes, okay, the relationship you had with them all was⊠unique. It wasnât often in any part of the world that brothers would share a woman and be happy doing so. But if it worked for all of you, youâd hardly say no. There was something so deliciously degrading about being passed around the Ministryâs highest ranking men like a commodity to be shared - as though you were nothing more than an object. It was so delicious because it wasnât true. Of all the people youâd been with during your time at the Ministry, no one had treated you more kindly, more respectfully, and prioritised your pleasure quite like the Emeritus brothers. And so, almost every evening, youâd find yourself ârentedâ for the night, and would end up tangled in the sheets with one of the Papas. And every time you needed to perform a ritual, it was always to one of them youâd call.
Theyâd tried getting you in on game night a few times before, but it just so happened that you were usually busy and had made plans before theyâd been able to ask. How popular could one person be?
It turned out you didnât have so many friends that they all kept you busy, rather you had one friend who took up most of your time away from the three Papas: Cardinal Copia. The Cardinal had inadvertently kept you all to himself mostly because you were his closest friend. Copia was the kind of man to put all his effort into one relationship rather than several, which meant you were the only one of his friends he wanted to spend time with. As that was the case, he had taken up so much of your free time, he made it impossible for the Papas to pin you down and drag you to game night. So, they dragged the bumbling Cardinal to game night, too.
The five of you were hunched round an aged table, the thing losing its integrity from the little upkeep that was done to it over the years. The layers of stain and paint gave it a more plastic feel, and one of the legs was propped up with the King Jamesâ Bible, the book itself dirty from years of shoes resting on it. Clockwise, Primo headed the table, followed by Copia, You, Terzo and ending with Secondo. You only had two cards left, and felt smug at that. The closest person to you was Secondo, who had 3 cards. Everyone else was five cards or, in Copiaâs case, much more. The typical banter and shit-talk ensued, you teasing Terzo about how you were going to win, Primo constantly pulling the cheapest moves like adding +2 cards or reversing so that Copia would have to draw more or wouldnât get to play. Copia promising violent vengeance every time Primo screwed him over, which would earn titters of amusement from Secondo and Terzo.
Finally, Terzo had played his card allowing you to drop your penultimate one on top of his, your red 4 landing on his blue 4, with a cheery âUno!â falling from your lips, despite Primo and Copiaâs conversation that was murmuring in the background.
Secondo sighed and rolled his eyes. âCardinale!â He called, breaking up the conversation. âIt is your turn.â
â___ hasnât had her turn yet.â Copia protested.
âShe just did.â
Primo smirked, a devilish smile on his lips. âOur dear ___ didnât claim âUno!â. You have to take five cards.â
âI did!â You exclaimed, offended at Papa Primoâs accusations. You told him as such.
âI didnât hear you.â Copia claimed.
âTo be fair, Cardinale, you were talking.â Secondo insisted, fighting your corner.
Terzo sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. âThere is nothing for it, amore.â He exclaimed. âTwo insist you did not say it, two insist you did. Therefore, you must be punished some way, no? Either, take five cards like my fratello told you to do, orâŠâ
ââŠOr?â You asked impatiently, bracing yourself for Terzoâs ultimatum. You knew it would be a suggestive offer, but you didnât know exactly what heâd choose.
âOr, you take off that pretty little habit of yours and play the rest of the game in your underwear.â
Secondo jumped in. â___, you donât have to do either.â
Primo, who secretly hoped youâd choose Terzoâs second option, also chimed in. âWell, you do have to take five cards if you donât get naked for us.â
âPapa?â Copia asked, eyebrows raised. He clearly wasnât expecting Primo to go along with it.
âWhat? You cannot expect an old man to be completely adverse to a beautiful woman stripping herself bare for my enjoyment - provided she consents, of course.â
Terzo, âIf anyone objects, speak now or forever hold thy peace.â
Everyone immediately shot subtle glances at Copia, expecting the only man in the room who youâd not fucked yet to object. But, with blushing cheeks, he sat back and much to everyoneâs surprise, remained quiet.
You slammed your card on the table and stood from your seat, hands immediately flying to and removing your veil. âThis is bullshit.â You said, undoing the buttons at the front of your habit before pulling the whole thing over your head. You were met with sounds of appreciation, whistles, hoots and hollers - most of which came from Terzo who was more than happy to watch you reveal your gorgeous, plump body in order to win the game. You sat back down, breasts and stomach jiggling with the force, thighs splaying out against the chair as you sat. You watched as Secondo was mesmerised by your curves. He said nothing, wanting to keep things with you as respectful as possible, but he loved your body: loved watching it bounce each time he fucked into you, loved laving and sucking on your nipples, biting them just to earn that sound from your throat. It didnât matter that he was a middle aged man with the total ability to control himself, when it came to you, he was a constant horny mess.
The game continued, Copia had his turn, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, then back to you. Finally, and with much grumbling from the rest of them, you played the final card and won the match. âAnd I did it all whilst naked.â You bragged. âThis is why you never invite me to this nights - you know Iâll kick your ass.â
âWe donât always play Uno, you know.â Primo stated, resting his elbows on the table.
âDoesnât matter, any game you throw my way Iâll win.â You responded petulantly.
âOh you think?â Terzo asked, eyebrows raising.
âI know.â
âProve it.â Secondo sounded from the other side of the table.
âName the game, Papa.â
âWhat did you have in mind, fratello?â Questioned Terzo again.
Secondo sat back, his body language oozing confidence with a menacing glint in his eyes. âA game even our friend over there can play if heâs willing.â He gestured to Copia, who swallowed nervously. âWe got some rope down here, some cloth. We strip you naked, blindfold you, and touch you however we want. You have to guess who it is. You guess correctly, we make you cum then move to the back of the line. Guess incorrectly, and we get to do what we want to you. You have to guess the majority correctly in order to win, if you donât, well, weâll decide what happens to you. Think you could win then?â
âEasy.â You challenged.
âOh, you think so?â
You stood up. âCopia, you in?â
âI- IâŠâ He stammered, torn between wanting to play but not wanting to ruin your friendship.
âWhatever you choose, Iâm happy.â
âI⊠Iâll play.â
Primo patted him on the shoulder. âGood man.â
âWell then,â you reached round your back and unhooked your bra, throwing the fabric to the stone cold floor and feeling your nipples harden at both your arousal and the change in temperature, âletâs play.â Your panties were the next to go, followed by your shoes and socks, leaving you stood on the wine cellarâs floor naked as the day you were born. With each move you made, your body jiggled slightly, earning more groans of appreciation from the men who remained. Terzo even coming up behind you and pressing himself against you, hands roaming all over your body and grabbing handfuls of you where he could.
âCanât wait for you to guess incorrectly so I can fuck you dumb, tesoro.â He whispered into your ear before biting it.
âLeave you with blue balls.â You teased.
âWeâll see.â He stepped away from you and gave your ass a slap, watching it wobble with the force. He bit his bottom lip and moaned like heâd just eaten something delicious. âWe will see.â
Secondo had gone and returned from getting the rope and cloth he saw, and began to bind you up in it, using the rope to tie your hands behind your back. âYour safe word is âbottleâ, amore.â He told you placing a chaste but gentle kiss on your shoulder blade. âDoes this feel okay?â He asked pulling on the rope.
âIt feels fine, Papa.â You replied, feeling heat gather in your core and your breath already labouring.
âYou ready for the blindfold?â
âYes.â
And with that, your vision was blinded, your sense of sight plunged into darkness as Secondo tied the cloth gently behind your head, checking to make sure you were comfortable, before guiding you into position. You were lay against the small table, your head barely supported, with most of it hanging over the edge. You were lay on your back with your legs spread, your hands taking the weight of your back as it arched over the top of them. Your breasts had, for lack of a better term, pancaked as gravity was inistent on pulling them down. But even though Terxo made fun of that term, he loved the way you looked on your back for him. Your cunt was entirely on display with just how wide your spread legs had opened your labia, your wetness already visible to the men who stared at your body hungrily, like animals about to feed for the first time in weeks.
You felt Secondo kiss your thigh once before disappearing to join his brothers. Then, you heard all four of the men, in unison, say, âCarta, forbice, sasso!â Followed by skin slapping on skin.
Those fucking idiots were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who was going to go first. You heard a few grumbles, but couldnât make out who made what noise.
You heard footsteps.
The sound of a glove sliding against skin. Twice.
Those gloves falling to the floor.
Then you felt it. A thumb running up and down your slit, gathering your wetness before finally rubbing over your clit - tight, little circles designed to drive you mad. Your hips bucked at the touch, a gasp escaping your lips at the surprise touch. His four fingers rested on your mound as an anchor, allowing more precise movements, and for him to put more pressure on your clit. You struggled against the rope, your hands moving out of habit wanting to reach your nipples, to pinch and pull at the buds like you usually did when someone played with your bundle of nerves. But the rope bit at your skin, burning slightly as you fought against it and making you scream out in frustration. âFuck!â You breathed, body writhing beneath the calloused thumb. You wanted to try an work out who was doing it to you so you could win the game, but your mind went blank the second his thumb touched you.
The teasing was very much a Terzo trait, but the use of his thumb wasnât. Terzo usually teased using his mouth or his cock. He didnât have the drive to use one of his hands. Secondo used his hands a lot, loved to plunge them deep inside you and finger you open for him, having you screaming and begging for him to touch your clit. Which is how you knew this wasnât Secondo. It couldnât be Primo - he didnât have the heart to tease. Heâd always give you what you asked for in a heartbeat. Which meant it must have either been Terzo or Copia. As youâd never had sex with Copia, you couldnât be sure what his methods were - and this touch did feel foreign. âIs it⊠is it Copia?â
You heard laughter from the other side of the room, followed by a âDammit!â from Copia. âItâs me.â Copia pulled up one of the chairs and situated himself between your legs, getting himself ready for the task of making you cum. You felt his hot breath against your centre, erratic little puffs that hit your wet skin as he breathed through his nervousness. He took his time with you, almost as if he was psyching himself up. Copia had fucked before, and he was good at it. But heâd never fucked you. You could imagine that he was nervous because he wanted you to think he was good. And, if you had use of your hands, youâd tangle them in his brown hair and stroke his head gently, reassuringly. But instead, all you had were your little grunts of desperation to softly urge him on.
His moustache was the next thing you felt, tickling against your folds as his mouth made contact with you. The course hairs ran against your sensitivity as his tongue darted out to lap up the juices that were spilling from you. You could feel your hole clenching around nothing, screaming for something to fill it while Copia toyed with your clit, but he made no move to fill you, instead putting more pressure on you with his tongue as he continued to move up and down your slit, until finally he made permanent contact with your clit.
He tightened his tongue to make the tip more pointed to get a precise lick to your clit, swirling around it with his muscle and causing you to cry out in response, fighting against your restraints. His hot breath kept coming out from his nose, heightening your senses and making you hyper aware of just how much of a mess you were as tit hit the wetness seeping from you and making you feel cold. Your nipples were so hard and needing someone to play with them while Copia continued to drink you down like he was dehydrated.
He alternated between using his tongue only and pressing filthy kisses to your folds, practically making out with your cunt to get you off quicker. You could hear the sound of his lips smacking against your body, in between the broad strokes of his tongue he was providing for you. Tiny grunts would escape his lips as he ate you alive, treating you like the most delicious meal heâd ever eaten. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you held down as much as he could so he could devour you easily. You could feel your high coming faster than youâd anticipated, or even wanted, but he was working you towards that end so fucking well, you were losing your breath and your mind.
âCopia, fuck!â You screeched, breathlessly. Your nails were scratching against the wood of the table, feeling the gross stickiness from the drinksâ condensation underneath your body, but feeling more filthy and used than disgusted. Your brain reminded you that you werenât alone, that there were three other men watching this go on with just as much pleasure as you. You wondered if they were touching themselves. If they were watching you writhe with pleasure and stroking their cocks at the sight.
Copiaâs lips wrapped entirely around your clit, moustache now soaked from your cunt, and he sucked. Hard. That tongue he used so precisely before was now slapping against your clit again, this time much faster than before. Because of this, the surprise change in pace and pressure, your orgasm hit you so violently, every single one of your nerve endings exploded beneath his touch, and set off a chain reaction around the rest of your body. Your muscles tensed, your breath was snatched from your lungs, your eyes (beneath the blindfold) closed even tighter, and your mouth had hung open in a perfect âoâ, allowing a strangled moan to leave from your tightened throat that had closed in the strain of your orgasm. All the while, Copia refused to let up, keeping the pressure going even when you were trying to kick him away. He didnât stop until he was sure your orgasm had subsided. He pressed one final kiss to your clit before he stood up and walked away, leaving you alone and spent on the table, recovering from one of the best orgasms of your life.
âDid that feel good, tesoro?â You head Terzo ask from the other side of the room. No one had approached you yet, meaning you couldnât gauge whether Terzo was next or not.
Your brain was still scrambled, and you were barely able to manage a âuh-huh,â to respond to him, which earned a chuckle from all four of the men in the corner.
When the laughter died down, you heard more footsteps approaching you, stopping this time at the right side of you. You felt the silk of a robe glide over your bear skin, but as all of the Papaâs robes were made from the same material, you could only rule out Copia at that point.
You jumped in surprise at the feeling of four fingers immediately touching your stomach, rubbing two large, soft circles into the skin just to tease you. Those four fingers broke off as his hands went in two separate directions. The first moved upwards, running up over the mound of your breast, stopping to play with your right nipple - pinching and pulling at the bud just as you liked, and had needed for the past however long theyâd been playing with you. The second hand moved downwards, mimicking the actions of the first by pinching and pulling, except this time it was on your clit. He wasnât as rough with your clit as he was your nipple, given that your were still probably sensitive from your orgasm, but the torture was too fun even if you were suffering a little.
Those fingers that were playing with your cunt slipped inside your hole, immediately curving upwards and hitting that sweet spot that had you singing so beautifully for them. You only had the opportunity to cry out once before you felt the hand on your breast reach up to your neck, and squeeze the sides gently. His fingers were rough, working to hit your g-spot over and over again and make you squirm at his touch, and you felt your body shake with the force of it. The way he was using his hands against you, plus the roughness of them and the pit stop at your breasts made you confident enough to make your second guess.
âS-Secondo?â
Your stomach and heart sank when you heard dark laughter coming from the guys in the corner of the room. Secondoâs gruff voice sounded from far away, loudly speaking over the sound of your wetness squelching as the fingers inside you kept up their pace. âWrong, amore.â He said, all too happily for you to be comfortable.
You smelled wine and sandalwood when the man leaned down so his mouth was level with your ear. âYouâre mine now, tesoro.â Terzo claimed, his voice dark and heavily accented. His words were stretched telling you he was smiling as he spoke, unable to form them correctly. He revelled in the deception, removing his hands from your body and bringing his fingers up to your lips. âOpen up for me.â He commanded, and once you obeyed, he put his middle and ring fingers covered in your cunt juices into your mouth. âClean yourself up. Suck on them like you do my cock.â
You took those fingers into your mouth beautifully, putting on a show for him in hopes that heâd go easy on your body when he took what he wanted from you. A gutteral groan sounded from his mouth as he watched your lips stretch around his thick fingers, tongue grazing along the underside as you cleaned yourself from his digits. You bobbed your head fluidly, like you usually did when you took him in your throat, moaning around him and rubbing your thighs together. He always liked to know he had an affect on you - maybe appeasing his ego would help you out.
He removed his hand from your mouth and you heard him walk to your feet. His hands pried themselves in between your thighs to show your cunt to him like a piece of meat being inspected by a customer. You waited with baited breath as he decided what to do with you, no doubt in your mind that he was staring at your wetness with that glint in his eyes: the one that shows his excitement but could be mistaken for sadism if you didnât know him. Or maybe they were the same thing. You felt his fingertips trace up and down the inside of your left thigh, before that hand disappeared. With the other on your right ankle keeping your legs spread and the other one missing, you could feel anticipation pool in your stomach.
SLAP.
His hand had come down hard on your cunt, fingers colliding brutally with your sensitive clit and stinging at the connection. You screamed out, body jerking with the attempt to slither away and close your thighs, but Terzo had already got himself between your legs, and there was nothing you could do but take it.
SLAP.
âTerzo!â You screamed, feeling your sensitivity dial up several notches with the second slap.
âDo you need to use your safe word, tesoro?â He asked.
âNo.â
âBrava.â
SLAP.
âWant you nice and red for me when I fuck you dumb, tesoro. I told you that earlier.â This time, he rubbed his thick fingers over your clit, soothing the wound he was inflicting. âYouâre already dripping enough. I could just slide in now, couldnât I?â
âYes, Papa!â
You felt his arms wrap around your thick thighs and pull you towards the edge of the table. The rustle of his fabrics reached your ears telling you he was getting his cock out ready for you. Then you felt it: his heavy girth rubbing up and down your folds in typical Terzo fashion, the head rubbing against your cunt, encased comfortably by your lips. Every now and again, the tip would catch against your opening, and you held you breath for the push in that wouldnât come until you least expected it. But when he did finally push inside you, your mouth fell open at the stretch. You were so sad you couldnât watch his face, the look of it as he bottomed out on you always had you tightening around him. You were desperate to see his face crumpled up, showing you he loved being inside you.
âSo fucking tight, tesoro.â He commented as soon as he was fully inside. You felt the crown nestle against your cervix, teasing you, reminding you that he was about to ruin you in all the best ways. He left you waiting for his true torture to begin, as you vaguely remembered that the only one whoâd be cumming now was him.
He pulled out so his tip was almost entirely out of you, and then slammed back into you. The room echoed with the sound of the table scraping across the floor with the force of it. That sound, combined with your screams and whines, created the perfect symphony to Terzoâs onslaught.
Terzo always knew how to play you like a fiddle, pushing all of your buttons to have you walking beside the Gods. Today was no exception. Your legs had been extended to rest on his chest and over his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your thick thighs for leverage as he thrust all the way into you.
Terzo fucked you like he paid for you, his cock pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt as quickly as he could move, taking only his pleasure from your body. You were lucky with all of your lovers, they were all giving and had just as much fun making you cum as they had doing the same for themselves. But sometimes, when youâd behaved in such a way to earn a punishment, youâd see all three of them be incredibly selfish and just take. Letting them use you like that, given the stark juxtaposition of their regular behaviour, always had you dripping for them, enjoying being nothing more than a living toy - a warm hole to sink into.
You clenched around Terzoâs cock as he fucked you - used you - for his own enjoyment. And, over the sounds you and your body were making, you heard Terzoâs rough voice. âCome here!â He said to someone else in the room. You heard footsteps that stopped beside Terzo. âWrap your hand around her throat.â
The person obliged, their footsteps ending up by your head and then dropping their hand to your exposed neck. Terzo already had your body bouncing against him, ricocheting against his thrusts every time. The hand, because of this, had a little trouble grabbing onto your body, but eventually he managed it. His fingers and thumb rested against your esophagus and squeezed inwards, not restricting your airflow completely, but just enough to have you feeling the effects. Your mind had almost entirely melted, thinking of nothing other than Terzoâs cock pounding away inside you, hearing your own desperate whimpers as the hand around your pretty little neck heightened your pleasure and sensitivity.
âWho is it, tesoro?â Terzo asked, breathlessly. âWhose hand is that around your pretty little neck?â
The hand loosened enough to allow you to concentrate fully, but still rested on you to remind you of its presence. You had no idea. Not a single thought floated in your head. âNuh!â You grunted with a particularly rough thrust. You had to guess someone. âP-Primo?â
You heard laughter, then Terzoâs voice cut through your brain. He made the sound of a buzzer, the kind of noise you hear when you get a question wrong. âFuck her throat, Copia.â
âFuck!â You exclaimed in irritation, kicking your feet against Terzoâs shoulder, gently.
More laughter sounded.
âIs that okay, ___?â Copia asked.
âOf course.â You replied. He obviously wanted verbal consent, so you gave him just that, hearing him walk towards the crown of your head and adjust himself so his cock was completely free. You were maneuvered so that your head hung off the edge of the table, allowing a completely flat throat, and letting the Cardinal slide into your open mouth easily.
He hissed at the feeling of your tight, wet throat engulfing him with no trouble, thanks to the position youâd been put in. Copia tried to be kind to you, thrusting softly down your throat, and pulling out often to give you some breathing time. But you began to notice that the longer he spent inside you, the more he forgot his manners, and would spend more time fucking you between the breaths he gave you. This would make you clench tighter around Terzoâs cock, in part because your body was reacting to the loss of oxygen, but mostly because the feeling of being so thoroughly used had your mind swimming. Your body loved being degraded - reduced to nothing more than a set of holes to be used at any given time. Besides, you felt like Satanic Tinkerbell - you thrived under as much attention as you could possibly get, and felt like youâd die without it.
âCazzo!â You heard Terzo grunt. His movements grew more and more erratic the closer he got to cumming. âLook at her throat.â
âDonât.â Copia hissed again. âIf I look, Iâll cum.â
âI can see the outline of his cock down your throat, tesoro. Every time he fucks inside you, I see it.â
You whined around Copiaâs cock which spurred him to thrust forward a little more violently than he meant to. He wrapped his hand back around your throat and squeezed, crying out at how much tighter you got. âOh merda! Oh cazzo!â Copia screeched. And, with no warning and just a strangled grunt, you felt Copia thrust into you one final time before he emptied himself into your throat, hands still wrapped around your throat, but with no pressure to them. He poured so much of himself into you, his body overreacting to his first time inside you. You heard Copiaâs disappointed sigh as pulled out leaving you to swallow his load with a slight ache in your throat. You felt a string of your saliva spill onto your cheek, only to get the cloth covering your eyes damp where it settled and got soaked up. pulled out of you, âWanted to last longer.â Copia commented.
âShe tends to have that effect on people.â You heard Primo say. You remembered the first time Primo fucked you, too, and how he also didnât last as long as he wanted⊠in fact, it was the same for all of them. You couldnât help the sense of pride that washed over you reminiscing over that fact. âYou gotta build up stamina to enjoy her completely.â
You tightened. Out of all of them, Primo was the kindest towards you - so to hear him talk about you as if you werenât human did something to you that you should feel ashamed about. But instead it only made you wetter.
âMerda!â Terzo groaned. âGonna fucking cum into this slutty cunt. You want that, tesoro?â
âI want it!â You begged, breathlessly.
âHow much?â
âI w-want you to fill me up so-oh bad, Papa! Fuck. Want y-you to fill me up andâŠâ You cut yourself off, remembering that there were others present.
Terzo spanked your thigh and dropped his voice down to a quiet, husky plea. âFucking say it. I dare you. Finish that fucking sentence.â
âWant y-you to fill me up and fuck a baby into me. Show everyone who I belong to.â
âYou fucking whore!â Terzo exclaimed appreciatively. âSathanas!â And that was all the warning you got before Terzo also emptied himself into you, cock twitching in over sensitivity as rope after rope shot into your cunt, his fingers digging into your plump calves as he tried to keep himself grounded. His knees were buckling at the force, and you felt his whole body tremble as it fought to keep him upright.
When his orgasm subsided, Terzo pulled out of you, a grunt coupling his unceremonious actions. He gently returned your legs to the table, trying to make sure that you were safe and comfortable again, before fiddling with his clothes. You assumed heâd turned to walk away, which is when you heard Secondoâs voice.
âNuh-uh!â He scolded, clicking his fingers. Youâd seen him scold Terzo before, there was no doubt in your mind that the click was followed by Secondo pointing to the problem. âClean up your mess before someone else gets in there.â
You imagined Terzo rolling his eyes like a petulant teenager. He pulled up a chair, sat on it, and buried his face in your folds without warning. His tongue delved as deep as it would go, licking his own cum out from your cunt. Where his tongue wouldnât reach, his fingers did, and every drop of himself was gulped down with attitude. He didnât care a button for your pleasure this time, purely being down there just to clean you out to be used again. When he had finished, he patted your thigh twice and left you waiting and wanting for the next person.
âWait,â you said quickly hearing all movement in the room stop, âif I keep my hands to myself, can you untie me? Itâs starting to hurt.â The rope was burning against your skin now to the point where you could hardly stand it anymore. And, given that both of your arms were tied behind your back and you were laying on them, your arms felt dead and your back had begun to ache.
âOf course.â Terzo replied without thinking. He turned on his heels and rushed back to the table, his hands on your shoulders. âSit up for me, tesoro.â He ordered, his voice much more kindly than it had been before. He helped you to sit upright. âThatâs it - brava ragazza.â You felt his deft hands working at the rope Secondo had tied, making short work of it given that it was tied well. Once your wrists were free and the rope had been discarded, you felt Terzoâs gentle touch on your wrists, no doubt a little red from the irritation. âAh, my poor amore.â He pressed his lips to them. âBattle scars, no?â
âSo dramatic.â Secondo muttered from the other side of the room.
âI have some hand cream,â Primo said walking towards you, âitâll be good enough until you get to one of our rooms and can be taken care of properly.â
âThank you, Papa.â You replied, a soft smile on your face.
You felt Primo and Terzo rub the hand cream into your wrists, their fingers working to moisturise the skin and help repair it as quickly as possible. Primo always kept stuff like this in his pockets - hard boiled sweets included. He was such a grandpa sometimes it made you laugh. Prepared for an apocalypse - youâd tell him that every time he pulled something out of his bag or pocket that would help.
Once theyâd finished, Terzo pressed a kiss to your hand and walked away, while Primo rested his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, the kind of kiss that had you sighing and leaning into his touch. âYouâre doing so good for us, fiorellina.â He praised. âJust a little longer.â
Primo left you alone and everyone watched as you lay back down for them, body splaying out against the wood. Your hands went to the edges of the table, clutching on to try and stop you from grasping onto the next man who took his place between your legs.
Terzoâs voice sounded from across the room. âYou have to get this next one correct, tesoro. Or we win.â
âI will. Of course I will, are we kidding?â You responded, determination in your voice.
The room was silent while the next man moved towards you - his footsteps slow and deliberate. His warm breath fanned out over your body, before finally you felt his tongue lave over your body: it ran all over your stomach, your thighs, back up to your breasts where he licked and sucked on your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, your hips bucking upwards as his mouth brought you so much pleasure. You had to resist the urge to clutch onto his head as you usually did whenever someone ran their tongue over your nipples. But that was when you felt it: a second tongue mimicking the patterns on your nipple and replicating it on your clit, pulling another moan from your mouth.
It was obvious that this was Secondo and Primo - although Copia had two chances, you doubt heâd have a third - or even that Terzo would come back for seconds.
âSecondo and P-Primo.â You said quickly.
âWell of course,â Terzo said, matter-of-factly, âbut whoâs doing what, tesoro?â
You thought you could get away with it, that theyâd give you a break and let you have the win - but evidently not. âS-Secondo is - fuck -â you pushed your hips into the manâs mouth who was licking your cunt fervently. âSu-ucking on my clit.â It had to be, this was his style. He wasnât usually gentle with your body, not when heâd been deprived for as long as he had been.
âAnd you think Primo is on your breasts?â
âY-yes.â
âTake off the blindfold.â
You quickly lifted it off your eyes and immediately flinched at the candlelight, despite it being low. Youâd been in complete darkness the whole time, it was hardly surprising that you were struggling to see. Your eyes were blurred, and they took a while to completely adjust, but when they did, a wave of relief washed over you. You were right. Your hands immediately flew to Primo and Secondoâs heads, putting pressure on Secondoâs because he was where you needed him the most, but everyone knew that Primoâs ministrations and work on your nipples would have you tipping over the edge in no time.
Primo lifted his mouth off your nipple and attached it to your lips, fingers tweaking the opposite bud in lieu of his tongue. This kiss was just as tender as his first one, filled with such passion you felt yourself grinding on Secondoâs tongue much faster in pure desperation.
âYou are doing so well, fiorellina.â Primo echoed his words from earlier, voice low, those words clearly meant for your benefit and your benefit only. âYou please us so well. Take everything we give like a good girl.â
âPapa!â
âDo you feel good?â
âY-Yes!â
âIs my brother doing a good job?â
âYes!â
âTell him, fiorellina. Ask him to make you cum.â
âPlease!â You begged, your mind so far gone you could hardly stand it anymore. For the first time since you looked down at him, you were able to drink in the sight of the man between your thighs, roughly sucking on your clit and pistoning his fingers in and out of you now like a man on a mission. You could only see the top of his head, given the rest of it was hidden by your cunt. You could only just see the bridge of his nose above your mound, his hands wrapped around your bruised, jiggling thighs, and him looking up at you through his lashes, a scowl on his brow with his determination to tip you over the edge. There was almost a predatory look in his eyes as he sucked you into his mouth, and it made your cunt clench tightly around his fingers.
âOh fuck, Papa!âYou called out to him, your stomach flipping at the sight of him. âYour t-tongue feels so⊠good. Iâm so fucking close. P-please make me cum, Papa-ah! Wanna cum. Wanna cum so-oh I can⊠I can feel your c-cock deep inside me. Fuck! Just like that. Donât stop. Please donât fucking st-op. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!â
Secondo had pushed his face further into you, his tongue roving deliciously over your clit every time he sucked on it harshly.
âCumming!â You announced via scream, your back arching off the table and mouth hanging open in pleasure. Your voice stopped, cut like someone had just turned the sound off but continued to play the video. Your second orgasm was violent, and wet. So very wet. Your vision was the first to go, dark patches swimming over your sight and eyes glazing over and rolling back as drool poured from your open mouth. Your hands cramped where they were clutching onto the table, your desperation forcing them there right as your orgasm hit lest you draw blood from your Papas. Secondo growled into your cunt as you released your cum onto him and the table below, the sound of your squirt hitting the floor as it poured from your body, combined with Secondo sucking it down greedily had your toes curling and your orgasm continuing. It felt like it went on forever, sending electric pulses all over your body until you couldnât stand it and damn near passed out. All the while, you had Primo in your ear whispering to you; reminding you to breathe, telling you it was okay. You barely registered the fact that his hand was resting on top of yours, fingers bent to completely cover you.
Secondo stood from his place between your thighs and moved to your head to kiss you, letting one of your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you as his mouth engulfed yours. Your other hand, which was still trapped beneath Primoâs, pulled out from its position and also pulled him toward you, breaking your kiss with Secondo so you could kiss Primo just as passionately. You felt Secondoâs fingers traverse the length of your body, before dipping back into your hole. âMmmf!âYou protested, muffled by Primoâs lips. You broke the kiss to look at Secondo. âPlease not your hands!â
Secondo smirked. âYou want my cock, hm?â
âYes! Fuck. Please.â
âOn your stomach then, amore.â
You climbed off the table before bending over it, letting your body squish against the wood so tantalisingly, you heard appreciative groans coming from everyone in the room. Secondo came back to his original position, and fumbled around with his robes before he positioned his cock at your entrance. You could feel the weight of it against you as he ran it through your folds, gathering your slick to lube himself up. The head of his girth rubbed against your sensitive clit, still twitching from the orgasm he gave you. Each rub caused you to whimper from the sensation, mouth hanging open and brow furrowing in pleasure.
When Secondo finally sank in, the stretch was divine. Secondo was so, incredibly thick and long, he reached depths that you had never felt before. Despite already being fucked once, your cunt was still forced open as though this was the first cock youâd taken in a long, long time. Your hands clutched onto the table again, grasping the edges tightly to ground yourself as you cried out, his own hiss of pleasure echoing in your ears as he, too, felt the effects of your extraordinarily tight pussy. He gave you time to adjust to him and his size once heâd buried himself all the way to the hilt, hands on your ass cheeks, gripping tight enough for the fat to squeeze between his fingers. A string of expletives in Italian fell from his lips, punctuated by a bite to your right hip. He thrust inside tentatively at first, hitting your cervix so deliciously, your eyes rolled back into your head and a delirious smile played on your lips. Secondo kept rocking into you, hitting that spot over and over again, gradually picking up the pace until he was fucking into you at a rough pace - the perfect pace.
Primo stood in front of you, watching your face as you took Secondoâs cock. Your hands unclasped from the table and moved to Primoâs clothed cock, standing to attention underneath his robes, and began to fumble with the fabric to free him. You wanted his cock in your mouth, just as much as you needed Secondoâs. You gave Primoâs cock two strokes at first, staving off the arousal just enough to get him into your mouth without him blowing too soon. Primo was always a delight to give head to - he was always so gentle, so appreciative, hands in your hair and sweet touches, never taking too much unless you were offering it and giving you kind praise as you worked hard to get him to cum.
Your first lick ran from base to tip, causing his toes to curl in his shoes at the pressure. But once you were at his head, you swirled your tongue around it, taking the whole tip in your mouth and sucking like you would taking cake mix off the spoon. You hollowed your cheeks to make a better suction for his head, and relished in the feeling of his hands in your hair, grunts of desperation slipping from his lips. You moved your hands to his hips and silently pulled them forward, sucking more of him into your mouth until that tip was right at the back of your throat, dipping down into your throat. All the while, you looked up at him through your lashes, big, doe eyes maintaining eye contact with him while your lips sinfully stretched around his cock.
âOh my,â Primo commented, chest heaving from his lack of breath, âlook at that. You look so pretty like this, fiorellina.â
He began to gently fuck your throat, pulling out completely to give you the opportunity to breathe, and bending down to kiss you ever now and then, before eventually feeding his cock back into your mouth, and repeating the process all over again.
In the meantime, behind you, Secondo was fixated on the way your cunt swallowed him whole, greedily pulling him back in and clenching down on his shaft as Primo sent those praises to you, and they shot straight down to your hole. You could hear Secondoâs own grunts and groans as he felt this, and just how feral he was becoming the longer he was inside of you. You were feeling so good, you were creaming on his cock, and Secondo couldnât take his eyes off the juice that had gathered at the base, pulling and snapping with each time he pulled out then slammed back in.
He pushed his hand underneath your body and began to play with your clit again, stealing a moan from your mouth, muffled by Primoâs cock that was buried all the way to the hilt down your throat again. Secondo chuckled at your response, âYou like that, amore?â He asked, his tone delightfully condescending, filled with a false sympathy that had goosebumps forming on your skin. âYou like taking two cocks at the same time, hm? Like being used by four men in one day?â
âYou should have seen the way her eyes lit up just now, fratellino.â Primo said, stroking your hair.
âHer cunt is clenching - I know how much she likes being a whore for us. Listen to her.â True enough, underneath your muffled whines and moans, everyone could hear the sound of Secondo fucking into you, how your wetness splashed around him and made it so, embarrassingly clear just how much you loved this. Secondo laughed again. âLook over at Terzo and the Cardinal, amore.â
You did as Secondo asked, pulling Primo out of your mouth to look at them over your shoulder. Terzo was, as expected, brazen with his thoughts, his cock completely out of his trousers again and his fist wrapped around it, darkened eyes trained on your body as you bounced off Secondoâs cock, and swallowed Primoâs with enthusiasm. Copia, on the other hand, clearly just as affected as Terzo, was still dressed from his earlier encounter with your mouth, but his hand rubbing over his cassock as discreetly as he could manage. You tightened again momentarily, relishing in the fact that you had four men rock hard and desperate to bury themselves in all of your holes.
âYou should have seen the Cardinal earlier, tesoro.â Terzo teased. âHow eager he was to fuck your throat.â
âFuck.â You muttered, eyes watching your friend rut into his own hand. at the sight of you getting fucked relentlessly. There was something so incredible about being the centre of everyoneâs attention, and the object of all their desires. How a man who youâd never even seen in a sexual light before, and you were sure hadnât thought of you in one, was now trying to cum for a second time at the thought of you. âM-my hands are - fuck! Papa! - My hands a-are free.â You hinted, before taking Primo back into your mouth and curling your hands into loose fists, creating two new holes for Terzo and Copia to use at their pleasure. Of course, they leaped forward, and before you knew it both of their cocks had been spat on, then slid into your fists, and began fucking your hands as they would your cunt.
You were stuffed full, almost every hole imaginable filled with the cocks of the highest members of the clergy, at the mercy of the Emeritus brothers as they had their wicked ways with you. The rigorous snaps of Secondoâs hips had you bouncing along the table, meaning Primo could stand still and youâd take his cock completely hands free, with Secondo doing all the work.
From your peripherals, you watched as Copia used your hand, his own resting on the table as though he were too shy to touch you, despite wrapping his digits around your throat and making your airways tighter for him to fuck as he pleased. Terzo, however, a man used to being deep inside you and taking his pleasure from your body, had leaned over and landed a few, stinging slaps to your ass, watching as it jiggled with both the force of his hits and the backshots Secondo was giving you. That same hand he put in his mouth - his pinkie to be precise - salivated all over it, and then began to rub it over the rim of your ass, making you jump in surprise. And then, when youâd relaxed to his touch, he inserted the tip into your twitching hole, only down to the mid knuckle, but that combined with Secondo still playing with your clit had you tipping over into your third orgasm, body tensing and cunt fluttering around his cock.
Primo had pulled out, allowing you to breathe through it, crouching down and wrapping his own hand around his cock, stroking himself furiously. âThatâs it, fiorellina. Cum for us. Youâre doing so well for us. Such a good girl. Ah! Sathanas! Iâm close.â
When you came back to your senses, you fixated your eyes on Primoâs desperately moving hand, willing it back into your mouth, but Primo wasnât having it.
His voice dropped to a whisper so only you could hear him. âCan I cum, fiorellina?â
Unable to speak through your exhaustion, you nodded.
âClose your eyes for me.â He ordered.
You did as you were told, and mere seconds later you heard Primo groan and then his cum landing on your flushed cheek, nose, and upper lip.
âOh, fuck! Look at her now!â You heard Terzo say, in awe of your fucked out state, covered in cum. âShit, me too!â He pulled out from your fist and stood where Primo once was, stroking himself until completion over your face, groaning as the first rope of cum shot out and landed on your forehead. It dripped down onto your cheek, joining the first load of cum, along with hitting your nose.
It didnât take much longer for Secondoâs orgasm to hit him, his thrusts becoming sloppy and fast until he buried himself as deep as he could inside you, falling onto your plush body as rope after rope spilled in your tight, wet heat. His hands were gripping onto your flesh so hard, you were sure he was going to leave bruises, bruises you were excited to see for days after so you could remember what happened on your first game night with the boys.
Copia was the last one to cum, his own stamina keeping him going just as was promised by Primo earlier. But even still, a few more thrusts and he was done, his own cum joining Primo and Terzoâs on your face but this time it hit your mouth and chin, dripping onto the floor when the load was too big to stick to your skin.
You all sat there for a moment, catching your breaths from the intensity of the evening. Primo, as predicted, was exhausted and making a joke about how his old body couldnât keep up to everyone. Terzo had picked up that same cloth that was on your eyes earlier and used it to wipe the copious amounts of cum that had painted your face; the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a look of disgust on his face as he finished cleaning you up as much as he could. âYou did so well for us, tesoro.â He said, his voice low and warm. âI would kiss you butâŠâ
You laughed, âI understand.â
âGrazie.â
âI still won, though.â You announced, smugly. You yelped when you felt Secondo spank your ass.
âAlright then, champion.â He said. âLetâs get you properly cleaned up.â
Secondo helped you get your habit back on once he had pulled out of you, and let you lean on him as you walked. Your legs were like jelly from both the position you were in and from the three orgasms the men had put you through. You bade each of them a good night before Secondo pulled you to his room, running you a bath upon arrival. As the water filled the tub, he stripped you naked again and had you sit on the edge, a damp, soapy cloth in his hands using it to properly wash your face, and clean you of any cum Terzo hadnât managed to get. âYou let us be too rough for you, amore.â He gently scolded you, watching as your face reddened beneath the warm water.
âItâs nothing I donât enjoy, Papa.â You retorted, equally as soft. âIâd use my safeword if I didnât. You know it makes me feel good when you use me. I feel better the more animalistic you get.â
âI donât think we talked about the reason why before.â
âItâs the fact that you want me so much, you revert back to primal instincts and take me fiercely. Like youâre staking your claim.â Your thighs squirmed at the thought.
âYou didnât get enough just now, amore?â Secondo asked, clocking your bodyâs response. He knelt down and spread your legs, watching your labia part and wetness seep out again. He frowned. âYour poor pussy took such a beating - sheâs so red.â
âShe can take more, Papa.â
He looked up at you darkly. âYou want your Papa to fuck you again? Fill you up with another load of cum, hm? Youâre that desperate for cock you want your Papa to fill you again even though youâve just taken four?â
âPlease, Papa.â You whispered, feeling your nipples harden with arousal.
He licked a stripe up your cunt, from your hole to your clit and had you jumping. âIn the tub then, puttana. Let me claim you properly.â
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theres this quote running around from jacob anderson where he talks about how historically black people have been removed from period dramas and how, as suggested by the interviewer (w/ blueiight embellishment ofc), the very few times black charas would show up in these period pieces theyd be side characters delegated to a raceblind narratively incoherent plot to placate an audience ashamed with / of the nuances of blackness. i rly like how he said louisâs character represents both a âblack and very human story about a vampire⊠[Black people] do not usually have the opportunity to play such complex and fluent charactersâ. i think that brings to heart a lot of why this show has my heart, as an armchair historian and r.n. (dont ask what that stands for). u racebent characters in a way that coheres, situate ur black characters in a specific context, and the story never deludes us into thinking the mere existence of an interracial relationship is enough to end racism. in e2 louis literally says âfledgling sounds like slave, dont call me thatâ and e3 starts with louis telling lestat the history of dismembering runaway enslaved ppl & placing their bodies on the gates of of jackson square.. in his initiation to vampirism, louis is moved from the historically Black creole treme area he grew up in & is placed into lestatâs townhome in the very white, french, old quarter. vampirism as hes initiated into is a loving, powerful, cruel, and isolating existence for louis. bc of vampirism he is able to kill a racist person and not be lynched for it, hes able to echo the historical dismemberment on the alderman by placing his body on the st louis cathedral, but he is unable to kill racist groups & systems that initiate race riots. his connection to claudia in s1 is not so much by the oedipal, but by both their connection as lestatâs fledglings and as Black [creole] people placed in a part of the city largely alien to them both. this connection can be broken down even further. louis saw claudia as his joychild of sorts, â[his] redemptionâ for his 5 years of pimping but a big part of her tragedy is that a child being made into a vampire cannot redeem anyone, much less redeem an individual from what was a historical inevitability. claudia is adopted into such a stature that she wouldve otherwise never reached by virtue of being made a vampire, but even then that is conditional. claudia is rendered inert from being anyoneâs âwifeâ forever trapped in the confines of immaturity as a âdaughterâ, only hoping at best to be louisâs âsisterâ and isnt that resonant to bw.. sheâs selectively infantilized both a child âmeddling in the affairs of her parentsâ , ungrateful, arrogant, and adultified - presumed powerful enough to âpoison louis against [lestat]â , taking on the role of louisâs âknight in vengeful white blackâ .. the response lestat has to claudia is characterized by him continuing the cycle of abuse he once faced toward her and with a black claudia who was once a poor girl now adopted into this immortal luxury it takes on a racialized element. âbach is beyond youâ and claudia bites back with âyes this french music is hmm. not made for these mongrel earsâ. the absence of metaphor is striking!! literally the fact that this show does not shy away from the era its set in is why its so good.
#yn.#iwtv#louis de pointe du lac#claudia#family from hell#Wait its more than 5 years. whats 5 (mortal) + 7(vampire) years
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off limits (1) II a.putellas x leĂłn!reader
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off limits II a.putellas x leon!reader
"hermana!" you quickly stretched your arm away from your body as your sister jumped on top of you, sending her a glare as you wiped the rum off your arm and placed your now empty glass down on the table in front of you.
"you owe me a drink." you shook your head at her erratic nature, the girl grinning and pressing a kiss to your cheek as you elbowed at her as she only doing it again to annoy you further.
"ay mapi!" you whined and pushed her off, ingrid arriving as your savior and briefly distracting the tattooed girl beside you who peppered her lips with kisses. you gagged at the sight sticking your finger down your throat, earning yourself a laugh from a few of your team mates across the booth.
"oh dont be jealous. there's lots for you too hermana!" mapi grabbed at your face, repeatedly kissing all over it as you struggled to pull away. "hey! leave her be." ingrid chuckled, tugging your sister off of you as you wiped your face with a scowl.
you met your girlfriends eyes across the table, the older girl hiding her amused smile behind the one drink she'd been babysitting the entire time you'd been at the club. you stuck your tongue out at her as her eyes rolled playfully, shaking her head and taking a tiny sip, though you were certain it would only be water in her glass anyway.
after a big win over real madrid the team had gone for a celebratory dinner, which had of course wound up being followed by going out to a club, your sister the main ringleader in dragging three quarters of the team out for a night of drinking and dancing.
your girlfriend took the most convinving of everyone, even just to come to dinner. it was hardly unknown knowledge that la reina didn't drink during the season, and you knew alexia well enough to know she'd much rather be tucked up in bed studying the match for any singular little faults she could find and correct, football was her life after all.
though with a pout and a very discreet kiss to the corner of her mouth she'd given into you and agreed to come for a little while. out with the team you couldn't be all over one another like you wanted to, alexia wishing the two of you were curled up together behind the safety and privacy of her apartment celebrating in other ways.
but alas it certainly didn't help that no one knew you were together, well most people didn't.
you'd almost beaten poor claudia into submission not to run and tell half the team when she'd caught the two of you mid makeout in the showers after you thought everyone had left. but you knew she'd told patri, simply just from the cheeky knowing smile sent your way by the girl when you were paired up with your captain for a drill at training that next morning.
ona and lucy had accidentally overheard a lovesick confession from you to your girlfriend about how your mornings weren't the same without waking up to cuddles and alexia cooking for you.
they had taken less convincing not to spill your secret, though you copped relentless teasing from your english teammate for the soft admission.
frido and ingrid had spotted the two of you out to dinner one night, tucked away and looking loved up in the back corner of a lesser known restaurant on the outskirts of barcelona.
you knew you were likely to cause poor ingrid stress from needing to keep this from her girlfriend, and you promised her that you would speak with alexia about coming forward with it all to mapi. though the norwegian girl knew your sister almost as well as you did and empathized with the fact that she was incredibly over protective, and would likely not react well.
but as the list of names who knew started to grow, so did yours and alexia's worries that it would get back to one person in particular.
alexia's best friend, who just also happened to be your older sister.
"now for a real kiss for you hermanita. what about that one by the bar? or that one? or her? or that one looks promising?" your sisters arm settled over your shoulder, drawing you into her side as she hummed and her eyes scanned the room, pointing out various women one by one.
"i told you already, i am not interested! stop trying to sell me off like a prized cow." you shook your head, biting back a smile and rolling your eyes.
"a prized cow? someone thinks highly of themselves." your sister tutted with a cheeky grin, again pointing out more women as you denied each one, sending ingrid a pleading look as she hurried mapi off to the bar for another round.
"some of those girls were not ugly." a familiar raspy voice sounded in your ear, alexia using your sisters absence to shuffle around closer to you, hand subtly squeezing your thigh under the table.
"oh really? maybe you should go get their numbers then, la reina." you challenged, your own hand resting on top of hers, inching it higher up your leg as your girlfriend raised an eyebrow with a surprised smile.
biting down on your bottom lip alexia's hand moved under your dress, a singular finger tracing circles on your upper thigh, dangerously close to your underwear.
"come for a dance?" you nodded behind you to where most of your team mates were, alexia only chuckling in response. "you know i don't dance amor." your girlfriend answered quietly, tilting her head, hazel eyes darkening, hand still inching slowly upwards on your inner thigh.
"lets get out of here bebita." the older girl purred quietly with a suggestive smile. "already? but where's your team spirit captain?" you teased with a grin.
"hermana!" alexia's touch disappeared like magic as if it was never there, immediately shuffling further away from you and turning to speak with lucy and ona as mapi returned and sat right back down next to you.
"your drink." your sister handed you a fresh glass as you smiled appreciatively, though really you wished you could slap her for the interruption.
"mi amiga! dance with us?" aitana appeared, holding out her hand with a grin, flanked by claudia and patri who cheered as you stood, the three of them dragging you away to the dancefloor.
you could feel alexia's eyes trained to you the entire time. it was probably a good thing your sister was so drunk because your girlfriend was hardly bashful in the way that her eyes roamed your body, narrowing as you were pulled in by a girl on the dance floor.
you kept your gaze locked with hers as you pushed yourself into the stranger, though careful not to allow her hands to roam your body as you held them, watching alexia's jaw clench, jealousy burning in her hazel orbs.
"want to get out of here?" you heard the girl ask as you pulled yourself away and shook your head. "not with you, sorry." you replied with a smile before being tugged back to the table by pina.
a few of your team mates had already headed home, and those who were left were far from sober. you were grateful on everyone's behalf tomorrow was a recovery day off because there was sure to be some sore heads among the team tomorrow.
"im going to head home too chicas." alexia announced standing to her feet, her eyes meeting yours for a moment with a familiar look, ignoring the boo's and jeers sent her way for the statement.
"i think i will too, can you give me a ride home ale?" you gently yanked your arm out of claudias grip, alexia nodding. "oh boo! loser, loser, loser." your sister chanted at you making you roll your eyes.
"some of us are tired from scoring goals, hermana." you teased, ruffling her hair as alexia moved beside you, the two of you making the rounds saying your goodbyes before heading for the exit.
things were silent between the two of you as you walked together toward her car, the summer night air warm against your skin, head buzzing lightly from the few drinks you'd had.
but that comfortable silence all changed the moment you slid into alexia's cupra, her hands were on you in an instant, lips exploring your own before moving to your neck, causing you to throw your head back with a moan of pleasure.
"so your place or mine bonita?"
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feeling the light of a promisingly sunny day shine through the open window your eyes fluttered awake, wincing slightly and rolling over, grasping out for your girlfriend.
"good morning mi amor." her hand tangled in your hair, short nails scratching at your scalp as you hugged her bare leg, mumbling a greeting back into the tanned skin.
"why are you awake already?" you sighed, pushing your head to rest in her lap, looking up at her through squinted eyes. "studying." she answered with a smile, nodding to the tablet on the bedside table beside her, yesterdays match paused on the screen.
"you're crazy." you exhaled with a shake of your head, lips curling into a smile as alexia playfully flicked your forehead. "maybe about you." alexia flirted with a smile, causing your cheeks to flush rosy pink at the tender admission from the often stern girl.
"what would everyone say if they knew their queen was such a softy?" you teased, your girlfriend dipping her head, her lips ghosting yours, pulling away as you tried to kiss her.
"kiss me." you whined, pulling at her shirt needily. "mmm no." alexia shook her head with a cocky smile as you raised an eyebrow, within a few seconds you'd straddled her lap, pulling your shirt over your head and watching as her eyes dropped down to your bare chest.
"my eyes are up here." you tutted, the cocky smile now on your face as you pulled your head back when alexia leaned in to kiss you. "kiss me." the girl ordered, her hand coming to cup the back of your neck.
"mmm no?" you teased, pretending to think about it, grinning as alexia rolled her eyes impatiently and pulled your lips to meet hers, her hand on the back of your neck meaning she was in control of when you pulled away.
you moaned into her mouth as her other hand traced your abs, slowly making its way downwards to where you really needed her as you rolled your hips into hers.
but everything halted as a series of sharp knocks on your door rang out and you pulled away, glancing out of your open bedroom door as alexia grabbed the back of your neck again, smashing her lips back to yours in a bruising kiss.
"ignore it, they will go away." the older girl mumbled impatiently into the kiss, the knocking continuing and growing louder the longer you left it.
"hermana surely you are not still sleeping?" an all too familiar voice rang out as you shoved alexia's hands off you, the two of you looking at each other with the same amount of fear and shock.
"mapi." you whispered in sync as you rolled off of her, hastily pulling your shirt back over your head and hunting around on the floor for your underwear. "bebita?" you heard a whistle and glanced up to see the blonde twirling them around on her finger with a slightly smug smile.
"mierda ale, now is not the time!" you hissed, snatching them off of her and smacking her shoulder with a glare. "sorry! just trying to lighten the mood." the blonde rolled her eyes, but you could see she was equally as nervous as you were.
"oh my god woman hurry up and answer this damn door! i know you're home." your sister shouted with a groan, fist now pounding against the door as you instructed alexia to stay in your bedroom and pulled the door closed, hurrying over.
"now is not a good time mapi." you half opened the door with a forced smile, your sister scoffing with a roll of her eyes, shouldering her way past you and inside your apartment as you cursed under your breath.
"i bring you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?" she whistled and shook her head, pulling herself to sit up on the counter and gesturing to the two brown packages by her side.
"im not well today, you should go." you coughed, pointing to the door. "you have always been a bad liar." mapi grinned, unwrapping one of the breakfast sandwiches and nodding for you to do the same.
"mapi." you withheld a groan, dragging your hands down your face in frustration, the older girl always having been stubborn. "why are you so eager for me to leave?" the tattooed spaniards eyes narrowed, scanning you suspiciously as you rolled your eyes.
"oh my god." mapi gasped excitedly, jumping off the counter as you raised a curious eyebrow at her behavior. "you are not here alone!" your sister realised, grinning like a cheshire cat and clapping her hands happily.
"what? of course i am." you scoffed, trying with every fibre of your being not to show how nervous you were at her words. "no. you are not." mapi sung out teasingly, suddenly grabbing at you and poking your neck making you hiss in pain, and then came the realisation.
"hickeys!" your sister laughed as you smacked her hands off and shoved her away. "so who is it? someone from the club? someone you're seeing? a girlfriend? i thought you left with ale, sneaky!" the defender fired question after question at you.
"it's nobody, now get out." you huffed, trying to push her back towards the front door. "no. now tell your little friend to come out and say hi." mapi called out over your shoulder, easily shoving you away from her as she made a beeline for your bedroom door.
"mapi no!" you huffed in annoyance running at her and jumping on her back, your sister only laughing and easily shrugging you off, pushing you so you fell backwards onto the lounge.
"they either come out and say hi, or i go in and say hi. time is ticking!" your sister directed her comment toward the bedroom door, crossing her arms over her chest as you saw the handle begin to move and buried your face in your hands.
with an agonizing creak the door swung slowly open, revealing a very shameful looking blonde standing there with her arms folded over her chest, hair pulled up into a messy bun and your kit shorts on beneath her oversized shirt.
"...alexia?"
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part two
#alexia putellas x reader#woso x reader#woso fanfics#mapi leon x reader#woso#woso imagine#woso blurbs#fc barcelona#mapi leon#alexia putellas
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the forgotten girl (4)
posted this originally on my old account. will be posting twice weekly :)
The obnoxious sound of my alarm had awoken me from a very deep slumber. The past few weeks had been a lot. It was getting closer to Christmas, meaning closer to actually playing. It was a lot. I didnât have plans for Christmas, not that I usually had anyway. Christmas was Emilyâs holiday, she loved it. The house would be decorated. Every where youâd look, the bedrooms, the bathrooms, couches, everything.Â
Today would be my first time training with the team. Iâd be training with the injured players but today, today was the big league. Iâd have to go into the locker room, wear the Barca uniform and actually interact with everyone. It was going to be hard.Â
I thought that by arriving an hour early, Iâd have time to sit in the silence of the locker room, take it all in and what not. But that would not be the case. Alexia was there, of course, always had to be the first person to things. But I didnât expect Keira or Claudia to be there. Keira was always late. No matter what and from what I learnt over the past few weeks, Claudia was the same. Yet here they were, all smiling at me as I walked in.Â
âUh hi. Sorry, I didnât expect anyone to be here so early.âÂ
âWeâ Keira pointed to her and Claudia, âcame here early for you. Alexia is always this early.âÂ
âCongratulations!â Claudia bounded towards me, barely enough time for me to react before her arms wrapped around me tightly.Â
âThanks Claud. And Kei, you too.âÂ
Alexia just watched on. Wishing she wasnât so ridged. Despite everything that had happened to you, Alexia wished she could be more like you. You were still vibrant, calming and carefree. As carefree as someone who went through what you did, could be.Â
As the end of the week neared, everyone was talking about there holiday plans, I stayed completely silent. Listening to what everyone was doing. I was prepared to make up a lie if I was asked, but thankfully I wasnât. When Alexia stopped me in the car park I knew what was coming.Â
âDo you want to join my family for Christmas? Itâs just mum and alba this year?âÂ
âNo thatâs okay. I donât do Christmas. Thanks for the invite though!â Despite the rejection, Alexia sent me her mums address. I wasnât planning on going. Really I wasnât. Yet here I was, standing at Eliâs front door, presents in hand. Before I could even knock, the door swung open.Â
âMilly! What are you doing here!â Alba screamed, pulling me in for a hug.Â
âAlexia invited me. I hope thatâs okay.âÂ
âAmelia Higgins! Look at you! You get more beautiful Every time I see you. Come here, give me a hug.â Eliâs loving voice was something that I missed. The warmth in her hugs, the way she would mother me like I was her own.Â
âI bought gifts.â Shoving the bags into Albas arms and watching her skip away like a 12 year old.Â
âIâm glad you came.â Ale whispered in my ear as she hugged me.Â
Christmas was my least favourite. For many reasons. Growing up in the system, the only presents I got were from charity. Not to say they were bad or anything but all the kids at school got phones and iPads and whatever they wanted. I did not. Another reason why I hated it, I didnât have a family. Especially not now. Emilyâs family was big, her older sister, brother and in laws, as well as nieces and nephews. It was loud, fun, full of love. It was Emilyâs holiday.Â
This was different though. It didnât feel like Christmas. It felt like before emily. Whenever Iâd get a break, Iâd come visit Alexia in Barcelona. Even if it was just for a night. The ability to be able to hide away in her mums living room was a feeling Iâd missed. There wasnât any pressure to be the best here, showing up and being present was simply enough.Â
Eli was hurt when she found out I had been living in Barcelona for 3 years and hadnât come to see her. Sheâd manage to track down my address from Olga and showed up one night with paella.Â
âEli? What are you doing here?â
âI could ask you the same thing mija.âÂ
âI-I donât know what you mean?âÂ
â3 years Amelia! You have lived here for 3 years and not once did you ever message me or come over. Itâs been over 3 years since I even spoke to you last! You vanished and stressed everyone out. Why did you do that! To me? To Alexia?âÂ
âIâm sorryâ I said quietly. I was sorry. âI couldnât be the person everyone wanted me to be. I needed to get out of there. I didnât want to grieve with the whole world watching and I didnât want to destroy everyone as I destroyed myself, so I did what I thought was best.âÂ
âMija, youâre an idiota. You couldâve come to me. To my home. Lived with me. I wouldâve kept you hidden. Safe. Away from it all. It doesnât matter. I am here now and I have food for you. Youâre too skinny so please, wash your hands and come eat.âÂ
Whatever Eli wanted, she got.Â
A few days after Christmas, training started again. We had 2 full days of training and then a week off. Barcelona was an intense team with an intense schedule, it made sense that they would train so hard, they were the best.Â
The transfer window opened, the plan was to not announce my signing until the very last minute. Meaning that teams wouldnât bombard myself or my manager with questions and contracts. Eloise, my manager, had set me up with a social media manager, someone who would recreate my social mediaâs and post on behaviour of me. This way I wouldnât get overwhelmed or have to deal with the comments. I could stick to my anonymous instagram that only had 15 followers. I very much preferred it this way.Â
The whole transfer window was quiet, no rumours of my return. It put my mind at ease, no would could or would expect this. I, however, did not expect the amount of followers, messages or people talking about me.Â
Amelia Scott-Higgins has signed with FC Barcelona until 2026.Â
FC Barcelonas new signing: what you need to know.Â
Where has Amelia Scott-Higgins been hiding for the last 3.5 years?Â
It was a lot. I miss the time when I was off the grid and hiding.Â
#fcb femenĂ#alexia x reader#woso fanfics#mapi leĂłn#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso community#ingrid engen#jenni hermoso#barca femeni#alexia putellas fanfic#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagine#keira walsh x reader#keira walsh x lucy bronze#lucy bronze x reader
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Desmond, bartender in 2000s-2010s New York would absolutely binge shitty reality tv and adore eavesdropping on patrons when he can't get his drama fix. He's the RPG tavern owner who you ask if he has heard any rumors and his eyes light up because now he can info dump all the shit he hears. This follows him to the past, where now he has to actively seek out this entertainment.
He abuses his enhanced senses to sit on roofs and listen in with a hand to his mouth like, "oh my god. They were roommates." He is both the best informant and the worst because, while he is a master at getting information, the details he focuses on are useless to the Order.
"Yeah so this guy will be here at this time at this place, whatever. But! More importantly this guy has been having an affair with his wife's sister AND her brother and-"
"Please, Desmond, I am begging you just tell me the information for the mission."
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In Altair's time, Malik was originally Desmond's go to but after being chased out one to many times for "loitering and disturbing the peace of the bureau" (i.e. Malik's peace) Desmond switches to the Rafiq in Damascus since he "at least appreciates me." Eventually Malik would begrudgingly miss his presents and send a request for him to come back because Desmond is the only one he can rant at about Altair.
Altair does not know what the hell Desmond is talking about half the time, but now he does know the baker has three sons that his wife never knew of and one of the sons has shown up at the baker's home.
He normally will just let Desmond keep talking cause he likes his voice.
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In Ezio's time he is best friends with Claudia and her girls love him. He'll drop in and gossip with them about their patrons or even warn them about some of them. "Be careful I heard that he has some craziness going on between the legs." or the girls will ask questions about Ezio.
"I heard he is a beast in bed, is that true?"
"Well you didn't hear it from me, buuuut~"
He is 100% going off of hazy animus memories, but all the courtesans totally think he has either A.) slept with Ezio or B.) is actively sleeping with Ezio
With Claudia he talks about the goings on in Tiber Island and what Ezio is up to. Ezio doesn't know how the hell his sister knows everything he is doing or why he gets a message from her forbidding him from doing something he hasn't even gotten to do yet and Desmond just stands off to the side sweating.
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Connor is gonna go gray early with how often Desmond just disappears from the Homestead because he seems hellbent on not staying still as it gets "to boring there". Desmond will normally pop up in the strangest of places. Either Connor will find him, head tilted like a dog as he listens in on a group or Desmond will just hunt Connor down himself. "Heard you were in the area."
At time he loves it because Desmond always has a ready flow of information and he is very good at sowing discontent with it, making for good distractions. On the other hand he can do without the open commentary or rampant attention he gives any interaction Connor has with his father.
"It's so much more interesting when it's not me"
*Connor and Haytham both glare at him*
#assassin's creed#desmond miles#ezio auditore#altair ibn la'ahad#connor kenway#ratonhnhakĂ©:ton#written post#Desmond loves when things get trashy#claudia gets annoyed if Ezio sends Desmond on a long mission#now who is she going to talk to?!#The older assassin's learn just to let Desmond talk#cause eventually it will circle back to the mission and he gives good info#Altair tries his damndest to find out things Desmond might not know so he can contribute to their talks#He just doesn't know what makes good gossip#Desmond talking to Connor about Haytham: âWell if you ask me-â#Connor: âI really didn'tâ
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Seven Minutes in Heaven:
Summary: At a party youâre dared to go inside a closet with Billie where she confesses her feelings for you
Warnings: fluff đ
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Lively chatter and laughter echoed throughout the house as you stepped inside. People greeted you with smiles and friendly embraces. Yet your eyes were searching for your best friend, Billie, who had said that she was attending tonightâs party.
âY/N!â the familiar sound of Odessaâs voice caught your attention. She gestured for you to come over. As you stepped closer, you could see that she was not alone. Sat on the couch with her were Claudia, Finneas, Zoe, and Billie.
âHey, guys!â you greeted them.
âHere, Y/N. Take my spot,â Finneas said as he moved up to sit at the arm of the couch. With a smirk, Billie patted the now open space next to her, and you sat down.
âHey, you. Glad you could make it,â Billie murmured softly as she wrapped your arm around your shoulder, giving you a one-armed hug.
âThanks. I am, too,â you said with a smile.
It was actually Billie who had invited you to the party. While it wasnât in your plans to go out tonight, you decided to go. It was also saw excuse for you to see her and spend time with her.
In a perfect world, Billie wouldnât just be your best friend. You saw her more than just that. But never in a million years would you ever say it to her face. Sheâs Billie motherfucking Eilish. Sheâs already sought after by so many, more beautiful and attractive and interesting than you⊠why would she pursue you in the first place?
âHow about we play Truth or Dare?â a partygoer slurs, whom you were unfamiliar with, and everyone either nodded or verbally voiced their opinion. A few other people who were nearby joined in, forming a small group around the couch.
âAlright.â Billie rubbed her hands together, her eyes glowing with a mixture of excitement and mischief. âWho wants to go first?â
The first few truths or dare consisted of Finneas drinking liquor out of someoneâs boot, a guy and girl kissing, Zoe reading a salacious text message she sent thirty minutes ago, and Odessa revealing who she would kill, kiss and marry from the group.
âY/N, truth or dare?â Finneas asked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
âDare,â you replied, surprising both yourself and the group.
Finneas smirked. âI dare you to go inside the closet with Billie for seven minutes.â
âWhat?â you gasped, feeling the color drain from your face. You swore that you were hearing things. At first you thought that Finneas was joking, but his smug expression said otherwise.
âFinneas!â Billie and Claudia exclaimed in perfect unison.
âItâs not funny,â Billie chided, slapping her brotherâs arm.
âItâs just a dare, chill,â he defended between laughs. He then looked at his sister. âUnless youâre scared.â
âIâm not scared,â she snapped. If looks could kill, Finneas would be lying dead on the floor by now. She then stood up and looked at you, her eyes looking directly at yours with an intensity that almost left you without air.
Slowly, you nodded and stood up. A chorus of laughs and jeers from the group filled the air as the both of you made your way to the closet. Your heart was beating out of your chest. The door closed shut with a soft click of the lock. Billie was staring at you, biting her lip, and she took a cautious step forward.
âBillie, waitâŠâ you began but Billie gently shushed you.
âCalm down, Y/N,â Billie murmured, her hands firmly on her shoulders. âIâm not going to do anything if you donât want me to. In a way, Im glad this happened. I need to talk to you about something.â
âAlright,â you said softly. She then outstretched her hands, her ocean blue eyes silently pleading for you to take them, and you did. They were warm and comforting, and it made your heart flutter.
Billie took a deep breath before speaking. âIâve had my eye on you for a while now, Y/N. And⊠I know youâve had your eye on me, too.â She stood a bit straighter, keeping her composure yet the nerves were still evident in her eyes. âIf you let me, Id love to take you out sometime. But thatâs only if you want to.â
You were so stunned you couldnât speak. In all your years of friendship, you had never seen Billie so vulnerable until now. Her confession made your heart swell and relief washed over you knowing that the feeling was mutual between you and Billie.
âSay something, Y/N, youâre making me nervous,â Billie chuckles awkwardly and you smile at her.
âIâd love to, Billie,â you said happily, making Billie visibly relax. Ever so gently, she pulled you into her, her hands on either side of your waist. âWhy didnât you ever say anything before?â
She chuckled softly. âI was scared. And everytime I tried to flirt with you in the past, you took it as a joke. So I stopped. I always thought you just saw me as a friend.â
âOh, BillieâŠâ you murmured, wrapping your arms around her neck.
âOne minute, guys!â Odessa yelled from the other side of the door, causing the both of you to laugh.
âOnly one minute left⊠what to do?â Billie mused, her tone playful, brushing her nose against yours.
You smirked. âI can think of something.â
âOh, yeah?â Billieâs smirk mirrored yours as you slowly leaned in and closed the small gap between the two of you.
The kiss was soft and tender, speaking all the words of your newfound love for each other in a single gesture. Billie deepened the kiss as she held you tighter, her warm tongue brushing over your lip, and you parted your lips ever so slightly. But she didnât dive into the opportunity, instead she trailed kisses along your jawline, and you moaned softly. Your eyes fluttered closed as she went down your neck, your collarbone, her hand delicately kneading your assâ
âTimeâs up!â Finneasâ voice pierced through the blissful moment, making the two of your jump. Yet the two of your laughed, gently pressing your foreheads together.
Billie rolled her eyes playfully. âThat jerk.â
âThat went faster than I thought,â you said with a giggle, and Billie chuckled as she pulled away from you slightly. She kissed your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a moment before steaming another quick kiss from you.
âWeâll finish this later, baby,â she promised with a wink, and you couldnât help but blush.
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What if desmond was reborn as the 5th auditore child? Like he was just a baby/toddler when the auditore were executed
Hey, nonny.
We can make Desmond be born on March 13, 1476 so he would only be months old when the Auditores are executed.
Wanna fuck with Desmond and the Auditores some more?
What if we keep Mariaâs mental state after the execution and make her believe that the baby in her arms is Petruccio.
The only person who could remind her that she was holding and caring for her fifth child was Claudia and it was becoming harder and harder for her to keep trying to stay strong when her mother treating Desmond as Petruccio makes her think that sheâs in the past and asking when her husband would be back or if Federico and Ezio be back from playing outside.
The final nail in the coffin is that Maria mistook Claudia as someone else, maybe an older sister that was already dead or even her old nanny who died when Petruccio was just born.
Ezio saw what was happening and pushed Claudia to managing Monteriggioni to keep her from spiraling.
It becomes apparent that Maria sees Giovanni in Ezio and Mario tells him that it might be better if they slowly separate Maria from Desmond.
Itâs not doing either of them any good and making Desmond replace Petruccio was a fate that no child should ever shoulder.
So Ezio pretends to be Giovanni taking Petruccio for walks and tries to be there for his younger brother.
But being an Assassin made it hard for him to return home frequently.
He tries his best and he knows Claudia also tries to make their younger brother understand that they donât see him as a replacement and that their mother is simply⊠confused at the moment.
Thatâs how Desmond grew up, pretending to be Petruccio when heâs with Maria Auditore.
Mario trained him while Ezio was running around but he couldnât leave Monteriggioni because Maria starts to ask where Petruccio is whenever she doesnât see Desmond for a few hours.
Ezio went to Firenze after journeying to Spain (and got entangled with Bonfire of the Vanities) when Maria finally realized that Desmond isnât Petruccio. To be more exact, Desmond had turned 21 and Maria cried as she remembered that Petruccio would have never grown as old as Desmond.
At that point, Mariaâs relationship with her youngest child was strained by her own guilt and grief while Desmond just accepted it because he loved Maria and a part of him believed that he should have done something more (even if he was still a baby, guilt does not care about oneâs age)
Desmond starts doing Assassin work as well but goes rogue for a few months, returning with the remaining seals for AltaĂŻrâs statue.
Desmond takes the armor for himself and just shrugged it off as Ezioâs birthday present or something equally unimportant and Ezio returned to Monteriggioni with⊠wellâŠ
A very awkward family reunion, thatâs for sure.
So many things have happened at that point and, as much as he is happy to see his mother healing, he feels guilty for not being there for Desmond who just shrugs it off and tells him âI understand.â
âI understand.â
That was the worst phrase Ezio heard.
He kept hearing it from his younger brother.
At first he was relieved that his brother understood.
Then he realized that the phrase meant more than that to Desmond.
It was a resignation to his current situation.
And Ezio wasnât really in the best place himself.
He was still grieving the death of Cristina who died while Ezio was in Firenze for Savonarola and his men so there was also a bit of guilt there.
So Mario suggested Ezio takes Desmond to the Vatican with him as a âtraineeâ and Ezio agreed.
He tells Desmond that he never wanted him to be an Assassin, that he hoped he was the only one who had to carry the blood that drenched the Auditoresâ blade.
Desmond just stares at him and goesâŠ
âI understand.â
And Ezio knew that he failed being a brother to his youngest in this bloody path of vengeance he had taken.
#desmond just wants to talk to minerva and prepare for the siege#honestly#heâd probably kill rodrigo#heâs still thinking about it#assassin's creed#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#desmond miles#ezio auditore#maria auditore#claudia auditore
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Twelve Days: Part 2^**
In days 5-8 Y/N confronts her sister about her behavior. The tension between Harry and Y/N starts to grow as they continue spending more time together after hours until it's just impossible not to address it. READ PART 1 HERE
Warnings:Â infidelity, break ups, mentions of depression and anxiety and their symptoms, mentions and use of alcohol and drugs, breast/ nipple play, dry humping
WC: 7.1K
Day Five:
When you woke up the following morning you were alone in the bed which definitely was for the best because you felt really guilty for the night before. Yeah, you hadnât actually gone through with anything terrible, but you two had crossed a boundary that shouldnât have been crossed. Maybe it was because you were both a little heartbroken over the things that you were going through personally, but ultimately, that didnât really justify anything.Â
Despite the very successful night of sleep youâd had, you felt a little unwell. Your stomach felt funky and your thoughts were going a hundred miles a minute. You didnât want to get out of bed today even though you knew that a walk around the neighborhood would help you feel a little less gross, both physically and mentally. It seemed like a great day to just be lowkey and rot and then your door creaked open and you sat up to see your mom peering in.
âSorry, I thought youâd still be asleep. Was just seeing if your sister had stayed with you or something.â She explained with a worried expression on her face.
âNo. I was alone. All night.â You added with a nervous lump in your throat.
âHmmmâŠdid she say anything to you last night?â
âNo. But she was out with Claudia, sheâs not here?â
âShe is, but she said they came back together.â
âMaybe she went out for a walk or a run. I saw her the other day when I went out.â You explained and she nodded and left.
The logical thing to assume was that she had spent the night with that guy she was sleeping with. Doing this on a family trip was a new low. Suddenly, you didnât feel so bad for having the hots for Harry because she was out with another guy! That alone was enough to motivate you to get out of bed and you called your sister while you paced around your room back and forth waiting former to pick up.Â
âHello?â She hummed happily and you sighed.
âWhere are you? Everyoneâs freaking out!â You whisper shouted, trying not to sound too angry with her because you technically werenât supposed to know what was actually going on.
âI went to have breakfast with a friend! I left a note by the door!â She said and you sighed, âIâll be back in like an hour tops.â
âWhy didnât you text Harry back then?â
âI didnât want to text him and wake him. You guys did a lot yesterday and he was pretty tired. I got back late and slept in Claudiaâs room.â She fibbed and you hummed.
âWell justâŠhurry back.â
âYeah. Bye!â She said and hung up quickly.Â
You got your slippers on and headed out to the kitchen where your mom was making coffee for everyone.
âShe answered my call. Sheâs out at breakfast with a friend whoâs also here, I guess.â You said and just like that, the crease between your motherâs brows was ironed out.Â
âOh, thank god.â
âShe said she left a note by the door.â You said and your aunt hurried over and was soon back in sight with a piece of paper.
âI may have missed it in my panic!â Claudia chuckled and your dad rolled his eyes.
âWell, what do you guys want to eat?â Your mom asked.
âI donât care, I just want some mimosas.â Harry said and headed to the fridge to get the champagne.
âExcellent idea!â Your dad exclaimed happily and you smiled and started heading back to your bedroom.
âHey, where are you off to?â Harry asked.
âJust gonna wash up and get dressed.â You informed and he smiled and got back to his task.Â
Despite her promise to return in an hour or so, your sister was not back until nearly two in the afternoon. Your parents were inside watching a movie with your aunt and you and Harry were pretending to play tennis. Pretending because you had no idea what you were doing, you were just winded from all the back and forth. It wasnât as easy as it seemed. You and Harry were laughing about you accidentally hitting the ball over the fence when your sister came out to the back and towards the pool house. Suddenly the laughter died down and Harry headed towards you.
âI should go talk to her.â He said and you bit your lip for a second.
âUmmmâŠlet me.â You said, âI can get her to tell me the truth and then talk a little sense into her.â
âYou shouldnât have toâŠâ
âI know. But this is super fucked up and everyoneâs all confused and sheâs just going to yell at you, so let me try.â
âAlright.â He agreed and you nodded once before heading towards the pool house.
You did feel extremely nervous as you reached for the door handle but you had to talk some sense into her. It seemed that she was just over pretending to be happy and didnât care how it all came out. However, you knew that your sister actually really cared for how she was outwardly perceived, so this was extremely out of character for her. As soon as she heard the front door open she sighed.
âSpare me the argument, Harry. Heâs gone.â She called out as you rounded the corner.
âWhoâs gone?â You asked and she quickly turned around from walking over to the bathroom.
âNo one. Just a friend Harryâs jealous of.â She mumbled with a shake of her head.
âMmmâŠsome friend that must be because Harryâs not the jealous type.â You said as you sat on the corner of the bed. Showing her that you had no intention of leaving any time soon.
âAnd how would you know that?â
âBecause Iâve known the guy for almost 10 years, Julie! It takes a lot to upset him. Him not being the jealous type was one of the things you really liked about him when you were dating. You told me about it many times.â You reminded her. âYouâve got everyone thrown for a loop with how youâve been acting.â
âOh my godâŠdonât make this a thing.â
âIâm not! This is very much a thing already. What is going on, huh?â You pressed and she sighed.
âNothing, Y/N! Just mind your business.â
âWhatâs really going on?â You pressed and she groaned.
âYou wouldnât even understand so just stay out of it, Y/N!â she raised her voice.
âTry me.â You said simply and her anger seemed to dissipate and she just stood there for a second, genuinely giving it some thought. And then her eyes started welling up.
âI canât.â She said and you frowned.
âWhy not?â You questioned.
âBecause youâre going to think so badly of me.â She said and you frowned.
âJules, Iâd never judge you.â You said sincerely and she sighed. âLook ummmâŠHarry, h-he told me about you.â You said carefully and her jaw dropped as her tears started to fall. She quickly sat beside you and started sobbing, so you pulled her into your side. It was strange for you but you wanted her to know that this mistake she had made wasnât enough to make you not love her. Despite your slightly complicated relationship, she was important to you and you wanted nothing more than the best for her. âItâs okayâŠâ you assured her.Â
After she calmed down some, you grabbed her Stanley for her and let her drink a bit as you grabbed some toilet paper so that she could blow her nose. She let out a long exhale and then let herself fall back onto the mattress.
âIâm a major demisexual and Iâm in love with someone else and yes, Iâve beenâŠhaving an affair with him.â She confessed.
âFor how long?â You asked.
âThereâs been three separate times.â She explained, âThe first time Harry and I had been dating a few months and ummmâŠit happened at a work party and it went on for about a month. It ended because Harry caught us a friendâs wedding and he dumped me for a few days for it. Then again, right after Harry and I got engaged.â You frowned as you heard this, âAnd that one lasted like four months.â She explained and your jaw slightly dropped upon hearing this. âI knowâŠand it justâŠit fucked me up! I started to doubt and was sort of on the fence until we were like three months away from the wedding! I just, I was trying to find the courage to end it with Harry.â she cried and you nodded as you listened, âAnd then it was the month before the wedding and I missed my period.â Julie explained and you nodded. âBy that point Joey and I hadnât seen each other for three months! Because he had given me an ultimatum and thatâs what made me decide to leave Harry. But yeah, then that happened and I justâŠfelt like it was a sign to stay.â She shrugged.
âSoâŠwhat happened with that?â You asked carefully.
âNothing. I mean, I was just late. Probably stress from the wedding and the decision I was making with HarryâŠand I think I had started on birth control a few weeks prior, so yeah, it was just a late. But I still took that as a sign, you know and I stayed with Harry. I didnât talk to Joey all this time until last year. I decided that maybe being friends on social media would be alright after all those years. Like we were such good friends and I did miss that. But obviously, that was a slippery slope and here we are⊠and I mean, Iâve loved him all this time. But Iâve also loved Harry enough to stay. But then when Joey and I started talking again that love for Harry was gone.â She said sadly. She brought her hands up to her face and groaned into them. âIâm such a horrible human being! Iâm a piece of shit!âÂ
âYouâre not, Jules. You did a horrible and shitty thing, but youâre not that.â You assured her. âIf you donât love Harry anymore then why donât you just get divorced?â You asked.
âThis is what I hate myself for most!â She cried. âI just know thatâŠleaving Harry is not the best option for me. Joey is flighty and kind of a fuck boy! But he still cares about me. So then I think if I show him that I am that committed to him he wonât be so afraid of trying with me for real.â She explained and you wanted to laugh. That was maybe the most delusional thing you had ever heard in your life. You felt so bad for her.
âI know how fucking delusional that makes me sound! Trust me, I know! Thatâs why I havenât left Harry. Because logic is completely out the window right now! And I mean, m-maybe with time Iâll fall for Harry again? I mean, I did once beforeâŠâ she explained as the tears streamed down her face.
âIâm sorry.â You said lowly.Â
âDonât beâŠI did this to myself.â She sniffled. âAnd now Iâm dragging one of the best persons in the world down with me.â She whimpered before she started to cry again. âI know Iâm being selfish but Iâm so scared!â She broke down again and you pouted.Â
âI know how scary it is to be alone, but youâre going to punish Harry for it and I donât need to tell you how unfair that is. You get both things and he gets nothing? I mean, you both deserve the chance to be with people that make you happy.â You reasoned.
âYeahâŠI know.â She whimpered before letting out another sob.
She continued crying for several more minutes before she had calmed down. You were gently rubbing her back as she was turned away from you. You could sense her shame, is was so great that it was suffocating the both of you.Â
âLook, I think you need to have a nice relaxing shower. Wash the day away, yeah? And I can make you a really great cocktail and then we can watch Mean Girls.â You suggested and she rolled over and gave you a confused look.
âThatâs not a Christmas movie!â She exclaimed. Your family also had a rule that during the Christmas season you could only watch Christmas movies with another member of the family.
âIâm talking about the real, iconic version. Like itâs not entirely Christmas-y but it does contain one of the most iconic Christmas scenes in cinematic history and that alone makes it Christmas-y enough!â You defended and she smirked.
âYouâre ight. Love that movie.â She hummed and you smiled.
âI know.â You responded.
âWell, it sounds like a plan.â She said with a smile.
âAlright.â You confirmed.Â
âOn your way out can you send Harry in? I should apologize.â She decided and you nodded and got up to go.Â
Harry was sitting on one of the pool chairs when you emerged from the pool house and he instantly sat up and glanced around to see you approaching. He looked a little nervous and you offered a small smile to reassure him some.
âShe told me the truth.â You said and he looked surprised, âI know. And ummm, she asked if youâd give her a few, she wants to apologize.â You said and his features softened.
âYeah, of course.â He said and immediately sat up.
âGood luck in there.â
âThank you.â He smiled as you went your separate ways. Despite how badly you wanted to eaves drop in hopes for some indication of how the supposed apology was going, when you got to your bedroom you decided to have a shower instead.Â
By the time you were out and making the cocktails, Harry was also arriving at the kitchen from his bedroom, freshly showered.
âCan you add a bit more fâme? Iâm gonna watch the film with you two.â
âOh, sure!â You agreed easily. âSo itâs good with you guys?â
âYeah, weâre good.â He assured and you were pleased with that.
And truly, for the rest of the day everything was great. It honestly felt like the tension between them that youâd sensed this entire time had evaporated and you hoped that it would stay that way for the remainder of the trip.
Day Six:Â
It had been a really fun day with your family. Youâd decided to go to the outlets, and on the way back stopped at the casino where youâd actually won nearly $1,200, just your luck. And then had an excellent dinner with everyone before you got back to the house. Despite your busy and exciting day, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling. To be fair it was only around 10pm, but youâd had a very long day. And then, the sound of a few quiet knocks on the door made you smile.
âYeah?â You spoke up and Harry peeked into the bedroom with a smile on his face as well.
âCanât sleep?â
âNo.â You mumbled. âCome in.â You said and he hurried in and closed the door quietly.âWanna smoke a bit?â You asked and he nodded.
âYes, please.â He hummed with zeal and you chuckled as you got out of bed. You tended to get hot in bed, so you always wore something more revealing on top and some long bottoms. It was currently cool in the room though and the thin, baby blue tank you were wearing was leaving nothing to the imagination, so it was no surprise that Harry did a double take before quickly looking down at his phone.
âIâm gonna grab a sweater, sâcold out. Can you grab the weed? Thereâs a little black bag from the dispensary in the bedside drawer.â You instructed and he nodded. You hurried into your closet and grabbed the first one you saw and grabbed your lighter from your purse as you hurried out. And soon you and Harry were positioning the chairs so that the edge of the roof didnât obstruct the view of the starry sky.Â
âJust pick what you want.â You said and he started looking through the bag and pulled out a more indica heavy blend. âOoh, good choice. But weâll definitely need snacks. And water.â You said and he grinned.Â
You made a quick trip to the kitchen and grabbed some cereal and milk because you figured that it would satiate the munchies and also hydrate you to counteract the cottonmouth. And with that settled you were finally passing the joint back and forth and staring up at the sky. You had been talking about TV shows and things youâd read, music you were into at the moment, it was really nice and comfortable with him. And after a moment of silence Harry turned to you.
âI have to askâŠâ he said and you turned to look at him and nodded, âUmmm, the day when youâŠwalked in on me?â He asked and you nodded nervously, âDid you see everything?â He asked and your groaned and looked away bashfully and he chuckled. âNo point in lying about itâŠâ he said and you turned back, face beet red as you faced him.
âI didnât. I promise!â You insisted.
âOkayâŠâ he hummed, still in slight disbelief.Â
âItâs true!â You pressed once more.
âIâm just teasing you.â He grinned.
âWell stop, itâs making me feel bad all over again!â You chuckled and he chuckled along with you.
âDonât feel bad. I understand the curiosity just gets you sometimes.â He said and you hummed and shrugged in agreement.Â
âSoâŠwhatâs next for you. I-if you guys end things?â
âI donât knowâŠIâve been approached about a tenure track opening at the university and Iâm trying to decide if itâs worth it.â He said and you nodded in agreement.
âI know I could go back homeâŠwork at my alma materâŠbe closer to my familyâŠâ
âBut?â
âIn a way, going back would feel like defeat. Like I just wasted all of this time.â He said and you felt sad for him as he confessed this.
âWell, you got offered a tenure track position! Clearly you havenât been wasting your time.â You encouraged him and he smiled.
âThatâs trueâŠâ
âBut I mean, if you decide to go back then at least youâll be closer to your family.â You said with a smile.
âWell, my family is kind of a mess soâŠthings are better with us when we have some distance between us. Thatâs why coming here was an idea to begin withâ He explained.
âOh, I didnât know that. Sorry.â You said.
âItâs alright.â He assured you. âLetâs talk about you⊠I know youâre a caring person but youâre just deflecting at this point.â he said and you smiled a bit and shrugged.
âItâs justâŠwhen I think about it I still get really sad.â You explained, with a sad smile on your face and his gaze softened.
âI saw the depression meds in the drawer. You know, you really shouldnât smoke while you take them. You could get serotonin syndrome.â He said with concern.
âOh, I havenât started them. I was supposed to a few weeks ago and well, I had brought them to start on Sunday but I forgot.â You explained.
âWhy havenât you started them?â
âI donât knowâŠnot any good enough reasons though.â You shrugged.
âLike?â He pressed and you sighed and just straightened out and looked at the beautifully starry sky. You hadnât seen that many stars in a long time.
âMy prideâŠâ you chuckled dryly and he sputtered out a laugh as he tried to keep quiet.
âOkayâŠin what way?â
âJust in the most obvious wayâŠlike this person affected me so much that it broke my mind and unbalanced by brain!â You whisper shouted and then sat up straight and brought the joint to your mouth and took a small hit before blowing out the smoke. âHow could I let someone hold so much power over me?!â You chuckled in disbelief as your eyes welled up with tears and handed over the joint.
âThis is not your fault. You loved and trusted, thatâs not wrong.â He reassured you and you sighed. You watching him take a hit and then sighed.
âYouâre right. But I still feel weak for it, you know? So ummmâŠyeah, not taking those meds yet and still surviving and finding joy every now and again, it makes me feel a little bit better.â You confessed.
âAnd you feel alright?â
âYeah and getting better, too. Slowly but surely.â
âOkay. Promise youâll take them when you start to plateau.â He requested as he handed back the dwindling joint.
âPromise.â You assured before taking the last hit and then smashing it against the ashtray to completely extinguish it. âShould we put something on and eat our cereal?â
âYeah, lets do it.â You smiled.
Before you knew it, the both of you were reclining against the headboard with your cereal bowls and watching SNL highlights.
Day Seven:
Once again, you had woken up alone. You had gone on your walk and when you returned Harry and Julie were already in the kitchen.
âGreat, youâre back! Guess what!?â Harry exclaimed.
âWhat?â You asked as you put your AirPods back into their case.
âSave Ferris has a show at Pappy and Harrietâs tonight!âÂ
âOh, no way?!â You gasped in disbelief and your sister turned to you.
âYou know who that is?â She asked and you nodded.
âI had a ska phase in high school.â You shrugged and she knocked her head back and laughed.
âOh, right! God⊠glad you got through that.â She said and you flipped her off as you started to head to your room to shower. âSo what? Do you want to go?â Julie asked and you stopped and turned towards her and then glanced to Harry who was smiling expectantly.
âUmmmâŠyeah! Iâd like that actually.â You confirmed.
âPerfect! Weâll get the tickets, donât worry about it. Merry Christmas.â She said to you and you smiled, âAnd well, Iâm just going to get drunk because I donât know what the fuck that band is.â She added and you chuckled.
âWell I think youâre going to have fun. And this is like a huge dream come true for me because I never thought Iâd ever get to see them!â You said excitedly and she chuckled, âThank you! I love you.â You said pointedly and then hurried off to shower.
All day the anticipation for this show was building up and building up. By the time you were leaving the house Julie was already tipsy. You were driving since they had paid, it was the least you could do, and you were actually glad you had driven, it was a nice distraction from just wanting to talk to Harry about anything and everything while your sister just laughed at TikTokâs in the backseat. You were also kinda worried that she might make herself car sick, especially as you started going up the winding roads to Pioneer Town.
You guys had intentionally arrived early to take a walk through the historical little western town. You looked through a few shops and then made your way to the saloon next door to the venue and had some tacos while you guys drank and chatted until it was time to make the short walk back to the venue. You guys waited in the merch line for a bit before heading over to the outdoor stage area and finding a spot to stand. Despite this not being a genre that your sister enjoyed, she was having a pretty decent time. And you and Harry had enjoyed the opener and also Save Ferris. You guys were bopping along and singing the songs. Your sister had a few more drinks during the show and by the the time it was all over she was draped around you as you guys headed to your car.Â
âWant me to drive?â Harry asked as he opened the back right door to help you get Julie inside.
âIâm alright.â You assured him. Your sister groaned as she dropped down onto the seat. âJules, seatbelt on please.â You said and she hummed.
âMâgoing, mâgoingâŠâ she slurred. Once she was all strapped in you and Harry got settled in and you were making the drive back. It had only been a few minutes before you heard your sister slightly snoring from the back.
âDid she pass out?â You asked Harry and he glanced back and smiled.
âYeah, sheâs out.â He confirmed and you chuckled.
âThanks for mentioning this show. It was super fun.â You smiled at Harry quickly before turning back to the road.
âIâm glad you had fun. You deserve it!â Harry explained with a smile, âAlso, are you generally this great to go to shows with?â He asked and you giggled.
âI donât knowâŠI guess?â
âItâs just so nice to be present isn't it?â He asked and you nodded.
âDefinitely. I get what you mean.â You agreed, âBut specially here. Itâs such an intimate venue. We couldnât havenât seen Save Ferris in a better place.â You gushed and he nodded with a wide smile.Â
The rest of the way you guys were exchanging brief but charged glances. Even if you were just talking about the show and music, the air between you two was once again tense and you finally got a break from it when you arrived. You were giggling as you tried to get Julie inside as quietly as possible on your own since Harry had to pee. While you struggled with the task at hand, you had eventually made it to the pool house. She trudged in and just dropped herself on the bed and you chuckled before letting her be. When you returned to the main house Harry was in the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water.
âWant one?â He asked and you nodded.
âPlease.â You confirmed and he handed the glass over to you before grabbing another for himself. You quickly drank it down and washed it before setting it back on the drying rack and then asking for his glass and washing his as well.
âThanks.â
âOf course.â You hummed.
Moments later you were both walking down the dark hallway to get to your bedrooms. When you reached his door you stopped and he turned towards you.
âI also wanted to say that you look very pretty tonight.â He said softly and you smiled.
âWell thank you.â You responded bashfully.
âOf course.â He smiled nervously. You both looked at each other for a moment, the tension from before was rising between you again.
âUmmm, wellâŠI should get to bed. Thank you again for finding this. I really did have the best time. I needed it.â You stated with a genuine smile as your gaze met his own. It lingered for a few more seconds before you felt all bashful again and you blinked away quickly. âAnyway, good night!â You chirped softly before he bid you a good night and you hurried into your room.Â
You got changed and got ready for bed, but before you could get into it you felt a funny tug in your tummy. Yes, you had spent a whole afternoon basically with Harry, but having him in your room at night, it helped you sleep through the whole night. Which as youâd mentioned to him before, was a current struggle of yours. And more than that, you liked the warmth of him beside you. You loved how deep and raspy his voice got as you spoke late into the night. You liked that one of your pillows smelled like him from how much of a habit it had become to have him come see you and you were working up the guts to go ask him. You hurried to your bedroom door and swung it open only to see Harry already a few steps away from your door.Â
âHi.â He smiled as he came closer.
âHi.â You smiled up at him as he stood before you. âWanna come in?âÂ
âYeah.â He smiled and stepped inside.Â
Before long you were propped up on the pillowed side by side, TV on some old reruns. You were barely paying attention because you were using all of your will power to try and not turn to face him. If you did, surely youâd lose all self-control and do something stupid like lean over to kiss him. Already, the warmth coming off of him was enough to make you want to close the small gap between the two of you. But then, from your peripherals you saw him steal a glance quickly. Your heart started to race, you were buzzing from head to toe as you debated whether to glance over as well. Your heart won that battle as you turned towards him and he smiled slightly.
âWhat?â You asked and he shrugged.
âNothing justâŠwe get along too well.â He shrugged and you smiled.
âToo well?â You asked and he hummed. âMaybe our personal situations are influencing a lot of theâŠvibes, you know?â You asked.
âWhy do you say that?â He asked.
âBecause, weâve both been a bit neglected and disappointed by the people we loved. LikeâŠfor lack of better terms I think weâre both a littleâŠthirsty.â You said as you giggled and he smiled.
âThatâs true.â He smiled.
âAnd well, then with like the underlying sadness, sometimes you just arenât thinking all that clearly about things that youâd normally just⊠push aside.â
âLike what?â He pressed and you sighed.
âLike why we suddenly have the hots for each other!â You whisper shouted and he chuckled. âLike Iâm suddenly very aware of you.â You explained.
âI think that was from seeing me half naked.â He said and you groaned in embarrassment as you let yourself fall onto your pillows. âHey, heyâŠâ Harry giggled as he turned onto his side to face you, âIâm teasing you.â He assured as he glanced down at you.
âI know, but still not my finest moment.â You reminded him with a playful roll of your eyes. But then he reached for your face and tucked your hair behind your ear.Â
âI almost kissed you the other day, whichâŠis equally as bad so Iâd say weâre both on thin ice. And well, itâs not like I donât want to now or somethingâŠLike I know that no one would find out about it-â
âWhat If they do somehow?â You asked nervously.
âThey wonât. But if they did, itâs not like I was gonna be around you guys for much longer any way, with the divorce an allâŠâ he said with a small shrug.
âSo youâre going to get divorced?â You asked and he nodded.
âYeah. Gonna get it going when we get back home.â He said and you nodded.Â
Your eye contact with him didnât waiver for another few seconds and before you knew it, you were both leaning in slowly. He exhaled shakily before you finishing closing the gap between your lips. It was just a small and quick touch of your lips together before you both pulled away. Your noses were nearly touching as you just hovered near each other for a few seconds. But from one second to the next, his will power snapped and he was kissing you again gently. Over and over, in quick little pecks, lips smearing together for seconds at a time, both too scared to kiss with a bit more fervor as to not find out just how far it could go. But like he said, no would find outâŠ
âFuck it then.â You whispered as you reached around his neck and he pulled you in closer by the waist. Your kiss deepened quickly, you moaned at the taste of his mouth, feeling his tongue smooth over your lips and for his teeth to nibble at your bottom lip⊠you were reeling. Falling blissfully into a state of non-worry as you sunk into the delicious mattress and were blanketed by Harryâs warmth and weight over you. His constant squeeze at your hip was telling you that his body was screaming to do more with his hands, but he was trying not to do too much. You pulled away from the kiss quickly, smiling as he chanted after your lips, âJust wanna tell you that you canâŠâ you trailed off as he smooched over your lips quickly, âY-you can touch me more.âÂ
As soon as you gave him the green light he slid his warm hand down the side of your thigh and to the underside where he hoisted it up around his own hip. Then he smoothed his hand back up your thigh, then up your waist, but from under your shirt. And slowly, he covered more skin until he was sliding his big, warm palm over your breast. You moaned as he gave it a gentle squeeze. The curiosity with which he was feeling you out was reminiscent of a very early sexual experience you had with some guy at a birthday party in the 8th grade, with all that seven minutes in heaven shit.Â
âSo youâre a boobs guyâŠâ you giggled as he swiped his thumb over your hardening nipple.
âDefinitely a boobs guy.â He mumbled into your lips before kissing you a few more times. âCan I take your shirt off?â He asked and you bit your lip as you weighed out your options. But who were you kidding, the thought of having those same lips all over your breasts had you slicking up your underwear even more than they already were.Â
âYeah.â You consented verbally and you sat up as he helped pull your body free from the shirt and then dropped it on an empty part of the bed.Â
Harryâs warm, smooth lips started to kiss down your jaw, nibbling a few times on his way down to the column of your neck. You held in your giggles from his stubble tickling your sensitive skin. He had both of his hands on your breasts now as he sat over you, he was teasing your nipples, being so light and airy with his touches, it had you squirming. You knew heâd get there soon, but soon wasnât happening as fast as you wanted.
âPlease!â You whimpered and he glanced up at you and smirked.
âIâm going.â He assured you and he lowered himself until he was face level with your breasts.
He wasted no time in parting his lips and sucking your nipple between them. You whimpered and wove your fingers into his hair. He sucked harder and you gripped at his hair harder. His other hand kneaded over your other breast as you writhed beneath him. And as you wiggled around trying to part your legs to wrap around him, he pulled one out from under him and lowered his hips a bit as you ground up and thatâs when you felt the bulge in his pants. He was so fucking hard.
âFuck.â He sighed as he kissed back up your neck and finally back at your lips as he started to grind his cock against you. One of your hands slid up his arm, feeling at his bulging muscles. The other slid down to his backside, encouraging him to keep going. It wasnât so much the feeling of the dry hump as it was the desperation that existed between you two. It would feel wrong to fuck so quickly, but you wanted to so badly that you were both willing to settle for this. It was a little bit sick and a lot pathetic, a true reflection of you two as you made out sloppily while rubbing fronts.Â
Youâd been struggling with your sex drive since the depression and you really hadnât needed to be in tune with it, seeing as you had planned to steer clear of anything with another person for the foreseeable future. But now here you were, wetter than youâd been in months, feeling the fabric of your underwear clinging to the skin of your pussy. You needed more if you were going to come and you really, really wanted to come.Â
âHarryâŠHarryâŠâ you mumbled against his lips, âTake these off.â you panted as you tugged at the band of his pants and boxer briefs.
âSure?â He asked and you nodded.
âItâll be easier to come like that.â You said and he smiled. âWhat?â
âI justâŠhadnât really thought about that, I was just kinda happy to be here.â He chuckled and you giggled.
âWe donât have to if you donât want to. I just got a little carried away, sâbeen a while.â You explained.
âFor me too. I want toâŠI just want to make sure, you know?âÂ
âWell, thank you for making sure.â You whispered and he smiled down at you before kissing you again. You two struggled for a bit as he tried to get his pants off without stopping the kisses, but eventually you had to and you watched as he knelt up onto the bed. His cock was so fucking pretty, it made you salivate. He wasnât shaved clean but he was definitely trimmed. You also wanted to get his balls in your mouth and make him squirm with pleasure. You also started to get your pants off and he helped you pull them off of your legs. Your underwear matched with the sleep tank you had on, a nice baby blue color, but they did nothing to hide how fucking wet you were.Â
After tearing off his shirt, Harry had your legs spread, holding you down by the backs of the thighs as he slid his cock over your clothed crease. Back and forth, over and over, the head of his cock was colliding with your clit. His foreskin was starting to pull back to reveal his tip, meaning that despite how hard he already felt to you, he had more to go. You were trying to keep your sounds at a minimum, but you were starting to get close to the edge. The steady pace Harry was going at, plus the weight and warmth of his cock gliding over you and between your sticky pussy lips were all pushing you to fall apart quickly.
âYouâre gonna make me come so hardâŠâ you moaned and he groaned and kissed you.
âGood, baby. Come for me.â He mumbled against your lips and you nodded. You were inhaling his exhales as you kissed sloppily. You could feel your legs starting to tense up and your walls starting to tighten inside of you as the pleasure started to become more concentrated in the pit of your core. It was so hot and tingly and lovely, it was starting to ache, you could feel your slick starting to pump out of your needy little hole. If Harry decided to try put it in youâd let him do it. Just processing that thought and how possible it was had your orgasm overcoming you. Your breath hitched and your whole body went stiff for a second before the pleasure just exploded. A gratifying moan slipped past your lips and Harry was quick to cover your mouth, chuckling lowly as you got lost in the pleasure of the orgasm. He watched your breasts bounce and jiggle beautifully as your body rolled gently with the waves of your orgasm. You were gripping the sheets so tight that your fingers slightly ached but it just felt so good. Even as he kept going, you welcomed the sensitivity. He pulled his hand from your mouth and reached for one of your boobs again before glancing down at his cock all slicked up with your slick and cum.
âFuck Iâm gonna come!â Harry mumbled and you bit your lip in anticipation. Opposite of what you expected, he slowed his pace and then grabbed the crotch of your panties and pulling it to the side. He moaned as he saw your whole pussy and then laid his cock over it again a few times and then very intentionally, he pressed against your entrance, it was making you tremble. âFuckâŠgonna let me come all over your pussy?â He asked as he looked up at you and you nodded, mouth agape, eyes nearly closed from the insurmountable waves of lust.
âPlease, need it so bad.â You encouraged his orgasm. And moments later he was groaning lowly as you felt his thick, warm load start to spill all over your pussy. His slow ruts against you were making you melt and you propped your self up on your elbows to see the mess he was making against you. âDo you always cum that much? FuckâŠâ you chuckled as you glanced up at him and he just smirked at you as he came to a slow stop.
âDo you feel bad?â He asked and you shook your head.
âNot yet at leastâŠâ you added and he nodded.
âOkay, me either.â He assured you. âJust wanted to check before I kissed you again.â
âOh, okay.â You whispered as he leaned in and kissed you slowly again.
Eventually you got cleaned up and back into bed with him. You knew that you would wake up alone, but still werenât sure if youâd be happy about it or not.
Day Eight:Â
When your eyes opened the following morning you felt fine. You werenât afraid to face Harry, you werenât regretful of what youâd done. However, you did find yourself wondering when youâd be able to get away with it again.
What did concern you is how he would feel about it this morning. He was eager in the heat of the moment but what about now, after the post nut clarity? The more and more you gave it some thought the more you psyched yourself out and were avoiding joining everyone for breakfast. You were in your patio, smoking a joint to help you build up some appetite, but also to help you relax and be normal when you were in the same room with your aunt, parents, and brother in law who had just come loads over your bare pussy, and of course, your sister, his wife. Well, soon to be ex-wife, but still! It wasnât official yet!
Finally you decided to bite the bullet and headed towards the kitchen. You greeted everyone good morning and then glanced to Harry who flashed you an easy smile.Â
âYou alright?â He asked. What sounded like the most casual question to everyone else was the most charged question between you and him. You smiled and nodded.
âYeah. All good.â You reassured him and he smiled and nodded silently before continuing to eat his breakfast.
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