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cookiesupplier · 1 year ago

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Watermelon (nsfw)

pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

summary: Thanks to tiktok trends y/n has an idea she needs Noah to help her with, but then Noah gets his own idea he just can't resist.

cw: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Oral Sex.

author’s note: I started this before I was supposed to move, but thanks to the recent photos of Noah and this thighs adding to the idea for the ending of reader asking about him and a melon lol, it was just begging to be finished NOW...

~~ Holy hell, she knew she wanted to do this the moment she saw the tiktok videos started to surface.. Okay, no, that wasn’t quite true. At first she’d thought it was ridiculous watching those videos. Seeing those women with those watermelons clenched between their thighs, squeezing them.. And half of them were pathetic little stick women. They were nothing. But then, then she’d started thinking about the fact that she could do that, well, probably could, in her sleep.

Maybe.

Well.

She thought she might be able to. Y/N could try anyway. She really wanted to try. Of course, this was only going to be a one time deal, even if she might need more than one shot to actually get it done, there was no way she was going to try to go at this more than one session, no way. Y/N was not going to risk screwing up and not getting the shot that she wanted. It was all, or nothing. That was where Noah came in. Needless to say, he’d been a bit surprised with the request she’d had of him. Maybe more than a bit really. Not only about what she wanted to do, but how she wanted him involved. The two of them have been best friends almost as long as he had known Nicholas, she’d met him shortly after him, hell, she’d met him through Nicholas at school actually. The boys were always great fun to hang out with. She wouldn’t want anyone else. In the years gone by she’d watched those two go from dorky idiots that made music in the garage, and rocket up to stardom, and she couldn’t be happier for them both, for all of them actually. As close as she were to Noah and Nicholas, she’d happily fallen in with Jolly and Folio as well when they’d come into the band, not to mention every other member of the crew. Sometimes y/n felt out of place, considering she didn’t actually do anything to make the band better in one way or another. But that didn’t matter, they were her friends, and she’d always be her friend’s, she’d always be there to cheer them on. This, however, was something completely off the wall. For all the things that Noah thought would test their friendship, he’d had thought it would be the fact that he was away for months of the year. How much he missed the nights cuddled up on the couch watching movies, laughing over a few drinks, snacks, hanging outs. All the time he would lay awake wondering when the moment would come that she’d have enough and wash her hands of them, of him. He couldn’t imagine his life without her as one of his closest friends. When she’d asked him for a favour, he’d agreed without even asking what it was, and then she’d told him, and he’d been shocked, but he hadn’t taken it back. So here he was, watching her lay out the tarp on the floor. The tarp was well, this was possibly going to get messy. He watched as he sat on the tarp with the watermelons, y/n’d lined up a few, and he just was thinking about what she was about to try. He’d always looked at her, while yes, she was one of his best friends, but seeing those thick thighs of hers, did something to him… Now, watching her, seeing her sit on the floor as he held the camera, starting to film just as she wanted him to as she moved the watermelon between her thighs. The muscles of her legs tensed as she started the squeeze at the fruit, and immediately his mouth went completely dry. FUCK Hearing her groan as she shifted the melon to try again. Y/N had to take a few tries to make it work, and each time her thighs clamped around that watermelon Noah swallowed slightly. His throat bobbed as he struggled with how dry his mouth had become. He had always been body positive about your size, he knew how self conscious you were about being thicker than a lot of girls, especially your thighs, never in his life did he think he would consider it as anything more than friendly support. Just like you supported him being healthy with his working out, and bulking up. Yet he stood there filming her as she grinned at him victoriously as she crushed that watermelon between those gorgeous thick thighs, and fuck he wanted to be between those thighs. Hell, crushed like that melon even. Looking up from the viewfinder of the video camera in his hands he looked to y/n, Noah’s eyes darkening.

“Did you get that?”

Y/N asked carefully, Noah’s dark brown eyes were watching her, intensely, and she couldn’t help but squirm, it was making her nervous under his gaze.

“Yea, oh yea.”

Ending the video, Noah swallowed, only tearing his eyes off of her to set it down on the desk. Now was the time to clean up all the mess that had been made, that was why the tarp had been laid down to make it easier.

While y/n was doing that Noah tried to calm down, tried to rationalise that, that what he was feeling didn’t matter, that they were friends, they were friends. Fuck that, they’d been friends for so long, but had he were they really just friends if he wanted to eat her out and let her suffocate him with those thick gorgeous thighs of hers?

No. The answer was no.

So while he could he was splashing water on his face from the guest bathroom.. He was in the guest bathroom because it didn’t have the shower you needed to clean up after being covered in all the watermelon mess. The shower that was running in his ensuite right now, his shower, not that it was even the first time that she was in his shower..

Shit shit shit.. Thinking about her in his shower was not helping his hard-on right now. Looking to himself in the mirror as the cold water dripped down his flushed cheeks, a few deep breaths he closed his eyes, trying and failing not to picture you in his shower and palming his cock through his jeans, fuck.

Making his way back to his room just as she was coming out of her bathroom, dressed in a fitted tank top that practically showcased her ample breasts, and then it seems she pilfered a pair of Noah’s Omens Varsity Shorts for those beautiful thighs. Fuck, he wanted his hands on them. He wanted to be between them and not just his pants to be on her.

“Y/N, so, I ah, I had a thought.”

Taking in a deep breath as he looked to her, she looked up to him, Noah always had towered over her, making her feel small even when she knew she was anything but small. That wasn’t what made her nervous though, she was used to that, it was the way he was looking at her, that fierce look in his eyes, the kind of look he got when he was fixated on a song, and it made her wonder what was going through that head of his.

“Let me guess, favour for favour, huh? Okay, what was this going to cost me?”

She assumed that getting him to film her meant that whatever he was about to say was something he wanted from her in return..

“Oh no, that's not what this is, Princess, hear me out,”

Her stomach twisted when he called her that, it wasn’t the first time, it started with him teasing her and then it just became a nickname that he used whenever he was just playing around with her, between the two of you.

“No cost, no favours..”

Stepping towards her,

“You trust me, Princess, don’t you?”

Smirking as he stopped in front of her, and she stood as tall as she good, looking to him a little warily at that look in his eyes, she’d say it was almost hungry,

“I- of course, always Noah. bu-”

He didn’t let her continue when, one moment she was trying to figure out that intent look in those dark eyes and the next he was grasping her thighs with those large hands and literally picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Noah couldn’t help himself, kissing Y/N like she was the very air that he needed to breathe. She gasped against his mouth, shocked and yet, it would be a bold faced lie to say she’d never thought about this man like this.

She’d had a crush on Noah forever, but he was one of her best friends, her best friend that she never wanted to even consider risk losing, and here he was, kissing her like he wanted to fucking devour her. Not to mention, here she was, kissing him back, and yes, she really did want to devour him she decided, because how could she not? She was so distracted kissing him that she didn’t realise that he was carrying her into his bedroom until he was dropping her down onto his bed, hands gripping her thighs as he panted against her mouth.

“Don’t you dare hold back Princess.”

Before she knew it, he was tugging the shorts and her panties from her body, she wasn’t sure but she might have heard a pull of the lace seams of her underwear, they were not her best ones. Wearing her good panties today would have been ridiculous considering what they’d been doing,

“Oh my Go-”

A moan was ripped from her cutting off her words when Noah delved between her legs, he’d parted her inner thighs with his hands, settling between her on his chest and brought his mouth right to her pussy. He was a man on a mission, and his grin wry and wicked as he pulled back only to remark,

“Noah is fine, but that works.”

Kneading at those glorious thick thighs he couldn’t stop touching, bringing his tongue to her clit as he pulled y/n’s thighs over his shoulders and sucked.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her hips against his face as she felt his fingers push inside of her while he sucked on her clit, it was all she could do not to tense, her thighs starting to shake as she moaned. Her fingers were tangled in his hair as her body arched from the bed when he curled those sinfully long fingers inside of her until she was clenching down as he scraped his teeth against her clit when her orgasm hit.

“N-Noah?”

He wasn’t stopping though, pumping his fingers into her again, twisting them slightly as he sucked at her clit harder, his eyes flickering up to her as her fingers pulled at her hair as she groaned, sensitive now after she’d just cummed. Whimpering as she looked down to him, the sight of him between her legs,

“Come on, Princess, you can give me more than that, I know you can. You killed that melon, don’t hold back…”

She’d fucking squeezed the life out of that thing, she’d couldn’t do that, to.. He wanted her to.. Looking down to him.. She smirked,

“You want me to do this, it's happening one way and one way only. On your back.”

Climbing off of him. She literally pushed him onto his back on the bed, and almost as if a light went off in his head he was more than eager to comply, the fact that she seemed to be on board with what he wanted, he wasn’t going to say no. Her legs were still shaky from her first orgasm.. Was she really going to do this?

Yes, yes she was.

She was climbing over him first over his chest, and then over his shoulders until she was kneeling over his face, and his hands were hooked over her thighs. When she looked down to him, her hair falling around her face, hesitating, he grinned up to her from between her legs,

“Just sit on my face, Princess, you’ve got this.”

Pressing down, his tongue delved up into her and fuck if this wasn’t even better as her hips rocked against his face. She had more control, riding his mouth, lips, tongue, for all they were worth. Noah’s hands were practically holding her thighs down to keep her on him too, kneading and massaging those gorgeous muscles and she moaned at the feeling of every little thing he was going to her all over..

She didn’t come just once more, but twice, and but after the third orgasm of the day she was almost sobbing, she’d never cum that many times in a row without a break, and there were tears in her eyes as he laid her back on the bed.. Noah leaned over her pressing kisses to her face, completely ignoring the fact his pants were a sticky mess and he was dying to rub one out just from the sight of her cuming on his tongue.

Imagine her cumming on his cock.

“Hey Noah,”

“Yea, Princess?”

“Have you ever tried crushing a watermelon with your thighs?”

Her grin wicked as she looked up at him.

Shit.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years ago

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omg can i request enid pushing Wednesday to confess her feelings for an ace reader ? maybe Wednesday thinks she and Xavier have a thing but enid tries to make her keep an open mind and make her move

You were out of breath by the time Xavier and yourself made it back to school grounds and never had you ever felt as close to death then you did in that moment. Your calves ached in repentance for skipping stretching and your lungs burned with a thirst for oxygen and a break; Xavier on the other hand was better off then you were with just barely out of breath with a thin film of sweat breaking out across his brow, sticking the loose strands of hair against it.

“You did well, for your first morning run.” He said, flashing you his pearly whites in a smile, secretly amused of the glare you sent his way whilst wheezing for breath. “I hate you. I fucking hate you Xavier, I just wanted you to know that.” Xavier only pouted as he placed a hand over his heart whilst his free hand grasped your shoulder and drew you into his side, squeezing you tight. “I hate you too y/n. I’ve been meaning to tell you that for awhile now, ever since you stole my fucking sketchbook and threaten to dump it into the lake if you wanted to get into specifics.” He sighs, “I’m just so glad you reciprocated my feelings.”

Whilst you and Xavier had your back and fourth, him chasing after you when you got out of his grasp only to be caught once more. Wednesday was internally seething from the terrace of Ophelia Hall. Her jaw clenched at the sounds of happiness that emitted from the both of you; It sickened her to see you happily content within the arms of another, laughing with another, staring intently at another and yet she couldn’t help but feel envious of Xavier for getting to you before she could be given the opportunity to prove herself a worthy candidate for your heart.

Now she was forced to suffer the unbearable torment of seeing Xavier parade you around from the shadows as you passed her by. Wednesday had to admit, you and Xavier looked perfect together. Upon your first day of Nevermore it seemed as though to her that she and Xavier held the same thoughts about you, seeing firsthand of his eagerness when he approached you and much to her dismay you and Xavier got along like a house on fire. So in order to not feel outdone before she could even make an attempt, Wednesday would go out of her way to purposefully seek you out under the pretences that she needed some peace and quite away from Enid.

Looking back at it now, Wednesday believed she didn’t do enough to earn your favour but now she felt she was too late to change that. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Enid join her until her voice reached her ears, “are you done sulking about the what ifs and the could have beens and ready to turn them into thoughts of the here and now?” Her optimistic chirping was the cause of countless headaches for Wednesday but right now she couldn’t help but question her perception of reality in that moment. “I can’t.” She responded blankly. “Why?” Enid questions, head tilted to the side in confusion as her lips formed into a pout.

“Y/n is dating Xavier.” Wednesday summarised without going into much depth of the situation. Enid made a face at this, “No they’re not. Where did you get that from?” As far as Enid was aware, you and Xavier were merely just friends who were comfortable being physically affectionate with one another. You had playful competitions between yourselves and had moments where it felt as though neither one of you could be seen without the other being spotted nearby. However none of those instances struck Enid as anything besides serving as examples of a strong platonic bond.

“Just look at them.” Wednesday said, now pointing at the pair of you using a bench as a shield to protect yourselves from being soaked from the others water bottle, laughing and exchanging halfhearted insults as the battle raged on. Wednesday couldn’t begin to describe the feelings welling within her chest without leading back to a word she knew best; torture. Enid looked over at you two and couldn’t help but smile softly at the two of you having fun, considering how bleak and morbid Nevermore may get sometimes; it was refreshing to hear the sounds of two people having a blast now and then.

“That’s just how friends are,” Enid explains, seeing as her dorm mate was foreign to the concept, “some friends prefer to spend time in solitude together, others go out to explore cities and try new things together and then there are those like Xavier and y/n-.” “XAVIER I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU GOT MY SHIRT WET!” Your screech interrupts the werewolf, making her chuckled at your outburst. “DON’T BLAME ME! WE DIDN’T SET UP ANY SORT OF RULES SO IT WAS UNDER MY ASSUMPTION THAT ANYTHING GOES!” Xavier exclaimed though it was obvious he found your frustrations hilarious.

“They’re just friends who wanna have fun as though they’re running out of time.” Enid explained to Wednesday, who still had her digressions about the depth of which your friendship with Xavier went but felt a slight shift within the air that maybe, maybe she’ll be given a chance. The blonde smiled at her dorm mate before nudging her with her shoulder, cussing her to stiffen like a corpse at the contact. “Why don’t you take this as your opportunity to ask her out? After all, it won’t belong until schools out for the holidays and since you don’t want to be a ‘slave to technology.’” Enid spoke the last of her sentence in an poor attempt in mimicking Wednesday which only made the girl look at her unimpressed.

“This is quite literally your only chance to talk to them because someone like y/n,” both Enid and Wednesday looked at you as you crept up behind Xavier, only for him to turn and grab you in his arms as he carried you off back to your dorms, “she won’t be single forever Wednesday. So please, just act upon what you want before it’s too late.” Enid finished as she patted Wednesday on the shoulder before leaving her to her own devise, knowing deep down that she would make the right decision.

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tamurilofrivendell · 2 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 14

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13]

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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist: @captainchrisstan, @rebleforkicks, @yjrevolution, @majahu, @honey-wine, @accio-boys, @achromaticerebus, @solomonssimp, @tired-ass-show-girl, @dreamlessnight

The next few days passed slowly but not uncomfortably as you began to get used to your new normal. A guard was no longer posted outside your room but you’d heard that there were a few extra stationed at the entrance... which you supposed was expected considering how easily you had been able to slip out into the forest that night after Thranduil scared you. You hoped nobody had gotten into trouble for you escaping like that.

You spent your time in the library that Thranduil had taken you to. You had been cautious at first, worried that it was all part of some elaborate ruse, however you had relaxed as the time passed. You spent a lot of your time curled up in the corners of the library itself, lost in whatever book you had picked up that day, finding in between those pages a sense of solace and freedom for the first time since you found yourself stuck here.

The time when you were not in the library, you were usually with Myleth or walking around exploring... tentatively of course. However, you had not actually seen the King since the night he allowed you access to the library and you thought that, with some more luck, you wouldn’t see him again. Maybe he would forget all about you and you could blend into the background of his kingdom, living out the rest of your days in exactly the way you were now. Though, you couldn't fully shake how... nice it had been of him to allow you access to this lifeline of a room.

Legolas had been in the forest for the last few days with Tauriel and the rest of their group, destroying a spider nest that had reappeared almost overnight. He felt better about leaving you there now that his father seemed to have relaxed just a little since his recovery. He felt secure enough in the knowledge that his father wouldn’t throw you in the prison again at least. Legolas was also pleased that his father had recovered from the poison, though the speed with which it had affected him worried him - was this something new from Mordor? Still, things were better for now so Legolas could focus fully on destroying the spiders and scouting the woods, keeping the border of the Realm safe.

The group were travelling back to the palace and would hopefully be back in another day and a half. Tauriel turned to him during their final camp set up, the two of them being on watch while the others rested. “Do you think he is really going to keep her here forever?” She asked, having been working up the courage to get the words out. Sometimes Tauriel didn’t know quite how to take the King. She knew that he favoured her, yet he did not seem accepting of Legolas’ obvious feelings for her. She respected him as a King but she did not always agree with him... in fact, Tauriel often found she disagreed with him but she was not in a position to disobey like Legolas could sometimes get away with.

He sighed, shrugging as he fiddled with a stick between his fingers, thoughtful. “I have honestly given up trying to understand the inner workings of my father’s mind.” Though he did think that he was actually pretty good at understanding his father and his... complications. “I do not see him keeping her prisoner forever.” He said after a pause. “It is not his way.”

“He seemed to be pretty set on it.” She couldn’t help but mutter, gaining a look from Legolas but he always appreciated whatever Tauriel had to say to him. He liked that she didn’t hold back because of who he was and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. "She does not deserve to be a prisoner at all."

“Trust me, Tauriel. She will not be here forever.” He assured her, though he found himself feeling ever so slightly sad about it. He had come to see you as something close to a friend already. Legolas liked you and thought that you were a person of true kindness and strength. You had given your freedom for your father’s and again for his own. You had shown his father kindness where nobody would have blamed you for not doing so. Something about your actions had even seemed to get through to his father in some way, though he knew the King was loath to show it, but after being graced with yours he had shown his own kindness in return.

“Did you hear that?” Tauriel’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts. Legolas became alert again at once, various voices reaching his ears from a distance away. He glanced at Tauriel, who was already up on her feet, and nodded as the two of them crept away from the camp to find the source.

The library was quiet, peaceful, as the night descended. The curtains at the large window that stood in between some bookcases were open but you couldn’t see much of the sky from here unfortunately. You wished you could see the stars again, even just once. Sighing, you turned back to the book in your hands, getting lost once more in the words. You had stayed quite late here tonight, not feeling able or ready to sleep. You had even missed dinner, choosing instead to stay in here and hide away in your beloved words.

When the door opened, you jumped, startled by the sudden noise. Looking up, you expected to see Myleth having sought you out with a tray of food much like she had done the first night you’d come here. Instead, you met the King’s steely gaze once more. Surprise instantly flooded you as you stared at him. He kind of stared back at you for a long moment before he walked towards you, setting a tray down on the floor. “A servant was on her way with this. Apparently you have not yet eaten despite it being so late.”

He probably meant Myleth so you just nodded, though wondered why he would now be here instead of her, but you didn’t question him. It almost felt like he was telling you off for skipping meals but you decided you were being ridiculous to even entertain the notion that he would care. You tentatively reached out and popped a berry in your mouth, wanting to look like you were grateful and not just completely confused and intimidated by his presence.

You were both quiet for another long few moments before Thranduil started moving again, his long legs carrying him across the room. Your shoulders relaxed as you let out a tiny breath of relief. However, he did not move to the door as you had expected and hoped. Instead he made his way towards a bookcase where you knew from your exploration that all the books were in Elvish, plucked one from the shelf, and moved to sprawl out in a large armchair on the other side of the room. All you could do was stare at him, wide eyed, as he studied the page of the book in his lap as though you no longer existed. It seemed that he was intending to stay here... with you.

Swallowing down your uneasiness, you forced your gaze away from him and back down to the book, though you now found that you were completely unable to focus on anything at all, the words on the page as jumbled as your thoughts had become.

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youcouldmakealife · 2 years ago

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SOTM: David/Jake: proper preparation prevents poor performance

For the prompt: Jake's half year celebratory party thrown by David. With streamers!

This, like so many things that involve David, has spiralled out of control and sprung another part. It is his way.

It’s not that David doesn’t know what’s involved in birthday parties, it’s just —

David really hadn’t anticipated just how much is involved in a proper birthday celebration. Perhaps it should have been obvious, since it’s like any other event, but then, David doesn’t plan non-birthday events either.

He’s been to birthday parties, of course, but not in years. Celebrated plenty, but on the team birthdays involve cake ordered by someone if it happens to fall on a game day, perhaps a sign or two during warm-ups, ‘it’s your birthday, give me your stick’ instead of ‘it’s my birthday, give me your stick’, whatever catches a player’s attention. Questions from the media about whether this game is special, whether David wants a birthday goal, like he doesn’t want a goal every other game. David would honestly prefer his birthday wasn’t acknowledged at all, rather than mentioned by people who don’t even know him.

But he’s sure Jake would enjoy it more than him, but Jake doesn’t even have that. At least, he hasn’t since he hit the NHL level, Boxing Day one of the few guaranteed days off. David imagines it was chaotic at the Lourdes house when Jake was young, between Christmas, Jake’s birthday, and the fact that hockey tournaments always landed on the days after Christmas. All of Jake’s favourite things, all at once. David’s sure Jake never complained, would say there was nothing to complain about if asked. Knows that what sounds like a nightmare to David is often something Jake inexplicably enjoys.

But it’s one thing to decide that Jake should have a birthday party that he doesn’t have to share with another holiday — or half birthday party, he supposes — and it’s something else entirely to make it happen. Not the guest list — all he needed to do was tell Allie, and she assured him that she’d make sure everyone who mattered would show up, and that she’d be discreet.

Supplies were also not too hard, though it did get a little overwhelming, how many options there were. He’s perfectly capable of figuring out catering — and even if he wasn’t, Kiro promised he would walk him through it. He was teasing when he said it, but the sort of teasing that if David asked, he would do it, no questions asked. Probably with some more teasing, but that’s just Kiro’s default. David wouldn’t be surprised to hear Kiro cracked jokes in his sleep.

But it isn’t until David’s at the Lourdes’ lake house, surrounded by bags of decorations and party favours, some he brought from Washington, some he bought in Detroit, concerned he didn’t have enough, that he realises he doesn’t have the first idea how to put together all those disparate parts to create something festive.

Well, he knows the logistics — streamers get hung up, balloons get inflated, the ‘happy birthday’ banner gets hung. None of it is hard, even if he suspects some of it is meant to be done by two or more people. The banner will present a problem, but David’s smart. He can figure it out, and look things up if he has to. It’ll be fine.

David is dangerously close to flinging every single decoration out the window when he hears a car door shut, and all frustration is replaced by panic, because if Jake walks in the door right now, it will look more like an ineffectual robbery than a surprise party.

He jumps up at the knock on the door, though he’s relieved: Jake would never knock, especially considering he doesn’t expect David to be here right now. As far as Jake’s aware, David isn’t coming to Michigan for three more days.

Allie waves at the door’s camera when David checks it, then waves again when he opens the door, like she thinks he may not have seen her the first time.

“Thought you might need help,” Allie says, and David’s torn between offence that Allie just assumed he would need assistance, and relief, because he does need assistance. Rather desperately.

“What happened to the balloons?” Allie asks, after she follows him inside.

He hadn’t wanted to use helium, after reading about the inevitable shortage down the line — he knows one tank won’t make a difference, but he still doesn’t want to contribute — but once he started inflating the balloons himself he realised why people buy them. It is not, he thinks, just for the buoyancy. It takes awhile to inflate them, and they sag if they’re taped to the walls, cluster, looking deflated, on the floor if they aren’t. They look sad. There’s so much effort involved in something that ends up looking half-assed anyway.

“It was too hard to inflate them,” David mumbles, which is true, and doesn’t involve how poorly things went after they were inflated.

“David,” Allie says, starting to smile. “You’re a pro athlete. You’re like the epitome of strong lungs.”

“I felt ridiculous,” David admits.

“Well, I can’t fix that,” Allie says. “But I can look ridiculous with you.”

David would have thought it’d be worse, looking ridiculous in front of someone else as well as feeling ridiculous, but for some reason it’s easier. He doesn’t feel any less ridiculous, but at least it takes less time. And Allie’s better at arranging the balloons in a way that looks less depressing, more like the preparations for a party than the aftermath. But even improved, it looks — David didn’t want it to look like this. David wanted it to be better than this.

“This is silly,” David says. “This all looks — this is silly.”

“It looks festive,” Allie says.

“It looks like a kid’s birthday party,” David says, feeling utterly defeated.

“David,” Allie says. “Look at me.”

David looks away from the drooping balloons, the slightly off-centre streamers, the mediocrity of it all. Not even mediocrity. It doesn’t look at all like he wanted it to. It doesn’t look like David even tried.

“He’s going to be so psyched,” Allie says. “You know that, right? It could look like crap and he’d still be psyched because you did it.”

“So you’re saying it looks like crap,” David says.

“No,” Allie says.

David gives her a doubtful look.

“It looks like you did it yourself,” Allie says. “With your super athlete lungs and my incredible balance.”

Considering she fell off a ladder an hour ago, David does not think this is a compliment.

“He’s used to the Christmas tree still being up and eating leftovers for dinner, David,” Allie says. “He really doesn’t care.”

“I know,” David says. “I just wanted it to be — I don’t know.”

“Special?” Allie asks.

“I—” David says. “Yes.”

“And if I say it’s special because you did it you’re just going to give me that look again,” Allie says

David frowns at her, and she laughs.

“Yeah, that one,” she says. “But you know Jake would say the exact same thing.”

David does know that.

“And you know he’d mean it, right?” Allie asks.

He knows that too.

“And consider it practice,” Allie says. “Because you just gave our whole family an excuse to crash the lake house and drink beer and eat cake, so this is, one hundred percent, going to be an annual thing now.”

“It is?” David asks.

“Oh yeah,” Allie says.

David looks around at the work they’ve done, knows there’s still so much more to do. How apparently it’s going to be an annual task. He takes one breath, another.

“Do you know what everyone will want to eat?” he asks, and Allie’s mouth tips up like she’s maybe about to tease him, but that’s a price he’s willing to pay

“Come on, David,” Allie says. “We’re going to buy out the entire chip aisle.”

David follows Allie to her car, protesting that decision the entire way.

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Amorous Facades - Chapter Fourteen

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.

Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?

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previous chapter

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Note: I managed to map out a huge chunk of the next few chapters this week and I'm so excited about all the fun (and dramatic) things heading Jamie and Lia's way!

Just a little note though, sometimes it's kinda hard to tell how much time has passed between episodes and events in the show so while I will be sticking fairly close to the show if some things don't match up with the timeline properly then please just go along with it and suspend your disbelief!

Can't wait to hear your thoughts about this chapter! :)

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Travelling with Jamie was far different than any way Lia had travelled in the past.

The first class plane seats on a decent airline, the sleek black car that took them to the private boat that took them to the island of Capri where their five star accommodation was waiting. It was all far more luxury than Lia had ever experienced and it didn’t escape her notice that the constant and sincere way she thanked every person who helped them along their journey had Jamie chuckling with amusement. She just wasn’t used to being so doted on and almost felt guilty every time someone carried her suitcase or opened a car door for her. She felt like royalty and it felt entirely undeserved.

However, as she looked out at the view of the ocean from their hotel room, she found herself starting to think that it was a lifestyle that she could get used to.

“This view is actually breathtaking,” she gushed as she heard Jamie walking out of the bathroom. “This whole place is amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice hotel,” Jamie agreed as he came to join her on their little balcony. “But there’s gotta be some perks to being a professional footballer and getting to stay in places like this is definitely one of them.”

Lia smiled as she glanced at his face for any hint he was joking, but when it appeared he was serious, she snorted out a laugh.

“Jamie, I think the perk of being a professional footballer is that you get paid to play a game that you love, a game that most people just play for fun.”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie smirked. “But being pretty fucking rich is definitely another bonus.”

His honesty had Lia shaking her head in amusement as she rolled her eyes at his brag.

“Well, I have to admit that it’s nice to see how the other half live,” she confessed. “I’ve never been so spoiled in my life.”

“Get used to it, babe,” Jamie murmured, slipping his arms around his waist as he pressed his chest against her back. “You deserve a little princess treatment.”

All hint of a joke had left his voice and the sincerity to his words had Lia pausing for a moment.

“You really think so?”

Her question hung in the air between them as she felt Jamie shift away from her as if he’d recoiled, but Lia didn’t dare look at him and after a moment of somewhat stunned silence, he answered.

“Course I do,” he assured her. “Don’t think I’d pull out the stops like this for just anyone, do you?”

“I thought maybe this was just the way you always travel,” Lia shrugged, turning to face him as she leaned her back on the railing. “Or to keep up appearances. Jamie Tartt wouldn’t make his wife travel in anything less than first class.”

“Nah, I’ve been triyn’ to impress you.”

His admission was said with a smug smirk, but it pulled a laugh of disbelief from Lia’s lips.

“Oh, please,” she giggled. “You’re so out of my league, I should be the one trying to impress you. Children all over England idolize you and women everywhere fantasize about you. You’re rich, talented, and incredibly fit. I’m constantly struggling to keep up with you.”

Jamie’s chest puffed up a little prouder as he took in her shower of compliments, but he was quick to shake his head in disagreement.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he insisted. “I’m the one who’s out of their league. You’re fuckin’ amazing, clearly more than you think. You’re so smart and way more fuckin’ fit than I am. Not to mention how almost sickeningly sweet you are, always putting other people first.”

His words had a soft smile sliding onto Lia’s face, but as her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the open shirt he was wearing, she found it suddenly hard to look him in the eye.

“I thought you didn’t like that I’m a bit of a people pleaser?”

She felt Jamie tense as soon as the question left her mouth, but after a moment of hesitation his fingers slid under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“I never should have said that,” he told her firmly. “I was just jealous. Being nice is so easy for you, you always do what’s best for everyone around you without a second thought.”

“Not always,” she protested. “I didn’t do that the other day, did I? Katie came to me asking for help and I kicked her to the curb because she wouldn’t change her whole life just to suit me.”

Her voice was hardly more than a murmur as she reminded him of the events that had unfolded the week before and even she could hear the guilt dripping from her words.

“Uh, don’t think that’s exactly how it happened, love,” Jamie gently argued. “She came to you with some pathetic, weak apology and then didn’t even wait for you to forgive her before she wanted your advice without actually doing anything to make up for what she did to you. Standing up for yourself doesn’t make you any less of a good person.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Lia had to admit that his outlook on the situation did make her feel a bit better.

“Well, that’s a very insightful way to look at it.”

Her teasing tone had Jamie’s shoulders shaking with a chuckle before they lifted into a shrug.

“Had to learn something from all that time I spent with Dr. Sharon.”

His brief stint in therapy was something he’d mentioned a few times over the months they’d spent together and was always something that had intrigued Lia, but she wasn’t sure if they’d reached a point in their relationship where it wasn’t too personal to ask about so she didn’t push it.

“Well, I know you’re right,” she admitted. “But it’s hard. I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I feel awful. I feel like I let her down, like I’m being selfish. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m just being dramatic and that in a few years I’ll look back and regret throwing our friendship away over something that maybe isn’t the big deal that I’ve made it out to be. I’m just…sad.”

“I know you are,” Jamie confessed. “I’ve seen it all week, you’ve been all mopey every time you think I’m not looking.”

Lia felt her cheeks heat up at Jamie’s keen observation. She’d tried to put on a brave face and had thought she’d done well, but she did tend to retreat into her own head when she thought he was busy.

“I didn’t think you’d noticed,” she mused, looking up at him sheepishly. “I always forget you’re not as self-absorbed as everyone says.”

“Nah, at least not when it comes to people I care about. I’ve been worried about you.” Even though Lia didn’t want to cause him any stress or concern, it warmed her heart that he considered her someone he cared about, but before she could comment, he continued. “But anyway, this holiday is supposed to be taking your mind off all that.”

“Sorry,” Lia murmured, letting her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders. “I’m not trying to bring the mood down.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jamie assured her, dipping his head down to press a few gentle kisses against her neck before letting his lips hover below her ear. “But if all that shit is still on your mind then clearly I’m not doing a good enough job at distracting you.”

“Hmm, I guess not,” Lia smiled, leaning into his body. “Do you have any other things to try?”

Jamie’s grip tightened on her hips and he leaned back enough to look her in the eyes as his trademark smirk slid onto his face.

“How about I drag you to that bed and keep you there until you’re so thoroughly satisfied that you can barely even think straight?” The way Jamie’s voice had lowered and his accent had thickened gave away his growing need and it immediately had a heat pooling between Lia’s legs as he continued. “And then, I’m gonna take you out for dinner and parade you around until every man on this island is jealous of how fuckin’ lucky I am to have you.”

A blush rose in Lia’s cheeks, but as Jamie cupped her bum and lifted her up to settle with her legs wrapped around his waist, she eagerly agreed by stretching down to capture his lips in a kiss that she hoped conveyed just how lucky she felt to have him .

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“You know,” Jamie started as he rubbed sun cream across the skin of Lia’s back with his hands dangerously teasing the strings of the bikini she was wearing. “Some Europeans like to sunbathe topless.”

She could hear the smirk in his voice without even glancing at his face and a snort of laughter slipped from her lips.

“Well, unfortunately for you, I don’t.”

“Bet you’ve never even tried it,” Jamie protested. “Can’t think of a better place than somewhere so private.”

“The boat is private,” Lia clarified, referring to the yacht that Jamie had hired for them for the afternoon. “But the ocean is not. Any of the people on any of those other boats could see me, not to mention the hordes of tourists up on the cliffs.”

“No one’s even paying attention,” he insisted, his tone bordering on whining as he snapped the lid shut on the sun cream with a pout. “It’s not like they’ve all got binoculars.”

“They might, and Keeley warned me about paparazzi around here since it’s such a popular spot for celebrities, like yourself.”

“I’m not a celebrity.”

Jamie’s face gave away his displeasure for that title, but Lia simply shrugged.

“I don’t think it would have made the news that we got married if one of us wasn’t famous and it certainly isn’t me”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie relented. “But no one’s that bothered about me, I doubt anyone’s looking at us at all.”

“It’s a risk I just can’t take,” Lia insisted teasingly despite her unwavering stance on the matter. “Besides, I’m sure the captain of this boat doesn’t want to see that.”

“Oh, I bet he does.”

The cheeky grin on Jamie’s face had a blush rising in Lia’s cheeks, but she simply rolled her eyes before leaning back on the lounger she was resting on as she tried to wrap her mind around the extravagance of their afternoon activity.

Jamie had hired an entire yacht just for the two of them. To be fair, from the many other boats scattered out on the ocean, it did seem like it was the thing to do in Capri, but it was so much more lavish than anything Lia was used to. She’d protested at first and tried insisting that finding a beach would be just as good, but Jamie was undeterred and determined that they deserved a little luxury and while it was a bit uncomfortable to begin with - because of the running tally of cost in Lia’s mind and the feeling of being so out of her element - it didn’t take her long to relax. Floating on a beautiful blue sea with an amazing view made it hard to deny that the cost was worth it and the privacy it gave them was an added bonus.

Lia had thoroughly enjoyed the little bubble they’d been in since they’d arrived the day before. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend almost all their free time together already, but there was something different about being on holiday and having literally nothing else to do but enjoy each other’s company. There was no list of things to do running through her mind, Jamie wasn’t fretting about his training schedule or if he was doing enough to stay in shape during the off season. They had nothing on their minds but each other and Lia found herself almost giddy from having Jamie’s undivided attention.

The thought had warning bells going off inside her head, but she found them dangerously easy to ignore. He seemed to be going out of his way to impress her, but in some ways it was all for nothing because she was beginning to realize just how completely he’d already worked his way into her heart. The way he constantly made her laugh and seemed to thrive on putting a smile on her face, the way he was always so genuinely interested in hearing about her day even when she was complaining about something she knew there was no way he could really relate to, the way he showered her with support and sincere compliments, and his incredibly endearing cheeky nature. It all had her quickly falling head over heels and had her worries about Jamie using her and breaking her heart slipping from her mind.

Despite the unconventional way their relationship started, Lia was fairly certain that it was the healthiest relationship that she’d ever been in.

“Do you want me to help you put your sun cream on too?”

Lia asked the question as Jamie took off his shirt, but he quickly shook his head.

“Nah, I’m gonna work on my tan a little bit first.”

“That’s a bad idea, Jamie,” Lia frowned. “The sun feels really strong today and there’s no shade here.”

“Alright, Mum, calm down,” Jamie teased. “I’ll put some on in a bit, just wanna get a little vitamin D first.”

“Well, don’t come whinging to me when you get sunburnt.”

Very maturely, Jamie simply stuck out his tongue in response and Lia giggled as she shook her head at his stubborn nature.

“I’ll put some on before we go for a swim,” he assured her, pausing before he added, “Do you like to swim?”

The silliness of his question had a smile sliding onto her face, but she didn’t point out that she probably would have mentioned her dislike of water before agreeing to spend all afternoon on a boat if she had one. Instead, she simply eagerly nodded her head.

“I love it,” she shared. “I’ve always loved the ocean. One of my dad’s favourite stories to tell is about the time he took me to the beach for the first time when I was about two. Apparently I just ran straight towards the water and he didn’t interfere because he assumed I’d stop when I got close enough, but I just ran right into the waves with absolutely no idea how to swim.”

The story had a snort of laughter falling from Jamie’s lips.

“Must’ve scared the shit out of him.”

“Oh, definitely,” Lia agreed. “But he put me in swimming lessons right after that and then every summer he made sure that we spent at least one weekend at the seaside.”

“Just one weekend?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “But it was enough, and it was always special. I’m sure he would’ve liked to go more often, but he always had the bookstore and had to work. I think I mentioned that I spent most summers in Manchester with my aunt.”

“Oh, yeah, you did,” Jamie nodded. “It’s funny, really. Wonder if we ever crossed paths without even knowing it.”

“I doubt it,” Lia smiled. “I think we ran in very different circles. Unless you were secretly a massive nerd who spent most of your summers at the library.”

“Uh, I was not,” Jamie confirmed with a look on his face that screamed ‘duh’. “I spent most of my summers playing football or, you know, waiting for my dad to come around.”

His admission caught Lia slightly off guard. His dad was a very sensitive subject and not one that he willingly brought up very often which made it a topic that she wasn’t particularly well versed in how to handle.

“Did he come very often?”

“No,” Jamie scoffed. “Used to get my hopes up, but he hardly ever showed up and when I got older I realized that it was disappointing even when he did.”

There was a bitterness in his voice that made Lia’s heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “You deserve better than that. Have you heard from him lately?”

“Not since Wembley,” he admitted. “But I’m not bothered, at least he’s not chasing me up for money or tickets now.”

“It’s okay if you are bothered,” Lia gently assured him, hoping she wasn’t overstepping. “Even if you’re better off with less contact, you’re allowed to be annoyed that he’s so useless.”

“It’s not worth it,” Jamie shrugged, despite the weak smile that slid onto his face at Lia’s description of his dad. “I’ve got my mum and Simon, and now I’ve got you. Don’t need to waste my energy on someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

He sounded very sure of what he was saying, but there was something about his demeanour that told Lia he wasn’t as nonchalant about the whole situation as he was trying to seem and Lia leaned over to press a kiss against his cheek.

“That’s a good attitude to have, but I’m always here if you ever do feel like talking about it.”

“I know, babe,” Jamie smiled, letting his hand catch the back of her neck and stopping her from pulling away so he could capture her lips in a kiss. “But if you don’t mind, I’d rather think about other things right now. Like how fuckin’ hot you look in that bathing suit.”

A blush rose through Lia’s cheeks, but as she slipped out of his grasp, a smirk slid onto her face.

“Yeah? Do you think it’ll still look alright when it’s wet and clinging to me?” Lia asked, feigning innocence despite knowing the answer to that question. “I’m going for a swim so hopefully it will and I guess you can find out when I come back since you still haven’t put any sun cream on.”

With that, Lia strode off to the edge of the boat, but she could see Jamie scrambling to grab the bottle of sun cream out of the corner of her eye as she gracefully dove into the sea.

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For the rest of the afternoon, any drama from their lives was as far away from their minds as it could possibly be. Mostly because it seemed like the only thing either of them could think about was how badly they wanted each other.

From the moment Jamie joined her in the sea, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her and the way he used the slight coverage of the water to hide his wandering touches from any possible onlookers had Lia caring less and less about the captain of the boat watching them. If she had been a bolder person, she would have thrown herself at Jamie the second they climbed out of the water, but she used all the self-restraint she could to keep herself under control until they got back to their hotel room. However, once they were finally alone, Jamie became suddenly aloof.

“What time did I say our dinner reservation was?”

He asked the question as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly while Lia sat on the edge of the bed. She was stunned into silence for a moment before she answered.

“At seven, so we have about two hours to kill.”

“Perfect, that gives us enough time to shower and get ready.”

His priorities left her feeling completely baffled. He’d seemed as desperate as she was when they were out on the yacht, but now suddenly he was more interested in dinner than he was in her? She was practically vibrating with arousal and was sure that her damp bathing suit wasn’t the only reason for the wet patch she was probably leaving on the bed so the thought of Jamie not following through on all the teasing he’d been doing all day had her feeling a little panicked.

“Or,” she started, keeping her voice steady as she tried to appear as nonchalant as he was. “We could do something else.”

“Like what?” Jamie was clearly trying to sound sincere in his ignorance, but the smirk he was battling to control gave away that he knew exactly what he was doing. “We’re going to a fancy place, think we’d better wash all the sweat and sun cream off before we go.”

“I agree, but we could do that after.”

“After what?”

“After something more fun.”

“I mean, we could, yeah,” Jamie shrugged. “But what do we really have time for?”

Knowing that the clock was ticking and their time was slipping away as Jamie played dumb had Lia quickly growing impatient with his little game.

“Jamie,” she whined, crossing her arms in a huff. “You know what I’m talking about!”

Unable to keep the charade up any longer, Jamie barked out a laugh that had Lia’s pout deepening.

“I know, babe,” he admitted. “Just wanted to see if you’d actually say it. You’re adorable when you get all shy and embarrassed.”

“Am not…” Lia’s weak rebuttal was murmured almost under her breath, but his teasing inspired a flash of confidence as she lifted her eyes to meet his. “Now, are you going to come over here or should I just touch myself while you shower?”

“Okay, that is definitely something I wanna see,” Jamie informed her as he finally started making his way towards the bed. “But we can save it for some other time.”

“Hmm, that’s good,” Lia smiled as she scooted back up towards the head of the bed as Jamie crawled over her. “Because I’d rather be touched by you and I was worried that I’d have to start begging.”

Her words had a growl rumbling from Jamie’s chest as he dipped his head until his lips hovered over hers.

“That’s also something I wanna see,” he informed her. “But m’not sure I’ve got the patience for it today.”

Almost as if to prove his point, Jamie didn’t wait for her to comment before he captured her lips in a kiss and after the long day of teasing, the relief that Lia felt almost matched her arousal. She let her hand slide up to the back of his neck - partially so she knew he couldn’t pull away and partially because she’d already grown quite fond of the sounds he made when she teased the hairs there - and briefly wondered if she’d ever get tired of kissing Jamie. His strong jaw in contrast with his gentle lips, the expert way his tongue caressed her own, and the hint of growing desperation in every movement. Usually, it was an activity she was happy to embrace for hours until her lips were swollen and sore, but there was an urgency between them that evening that had her quickly deciding that they were both wearing too many clothes.

Her hands moved down low enough to tug at the collar of his shirt and Jamie immediately took the hint as he reluctantly pulled back and raised himself up to sit back on his heels until he could pull his shirt over his head. The sight - despite being one that Lia had spent most of the day ogling - had her biting back a moan. It was no secret that Jamie was in shape. The hours of training and hard work put in at the gym gave him a body that he had no shame in being proud of and it never failed to impress Lia. The sculpting of his abs and chest and the strong biceps bulging on his arms left her amazed that someone as toned and beautiful as Jamie actually belonged to her .

“Like what you see?”

Jamie murmured the question with a smirk as he caught her staring, but she barely had time to be embarrassed before his hands were trailing up her thighs and under the light sundress she was wearing to cover her bathing suit.

“I do,” she admitted, lifting her hips so Jamie could push her dress higher. “You look like some kind of statue, sometimes I find it hard to believe you’re real.”

Just before Jamie pulled her dress over her head, Lia saw the grin that her compliment had put on his face and she smiled at the sight, having quickly realized that praise was something Jamie desperately loved.

“Well, I am,” Jamie smirked at her before dipping his head to trail kisses along her neck until he reached her ear. “And I’m all yours.”

His words and the feel of his breath against her skin as he spoke had a shiver running down Lia’s spine as a whimper slipped from her lips. Encouraged by the sound, Jamie sucked and nipped at her skin until she was writhing beneath him and pressing her hips up against him as if she was desperate for any kind of friction between her legs. She briefly wondered if she should try to rein it in - if it was a little pathetic to be acting so needy - but when she felt Jamie tugging at the strings of her bikini top with his teeth she lost all of her already minimal self-restraint.

“Jamie,” she gasped, arching up against him as the strings of her top came loose. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“I know, babe,” he assured her, his amusement clear in his voice as he nuzzled into her neck. “But I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” Lia insisted with no hesitation. “I’ve been ready all afternoon.”

Jamie chuckled at her eagerness, but the deep rumble of his chest only added to her arousal.

“Alright, but maybe I still wanna take my time,” he pointed out. “Since you insisted on keeping your top on all day I’ve got to appreciate the view now I have the chance.”

To emphasize his point, Jamie leaned back as he pushed the damp material away to give him a better look and Lia’s protests died in the back of her throat when his fingers caught one of her nipples, pinching and teasing it as he watched her closely. She gave into the sensation - letting her eyes flutter shut as whimpers of pleasure slipped from her lips - but after a moment of indulgence, she regained her focus.

“What if I get on top?” The suggestion immediately caught Jamie’s attention because while their sex life had been fairly active since it began, that was one common position they’d yet to try. “That way you could still enjoy the view and we’d both get what we want.”

Jamie watched her as if he was either trying to process her idea or waiting for her to rescind the offer, but after a moment of thought he quickly rolled onto his back and lifted his hips to slide off his bathing suit shorts.

“I like the way you think.”

Lia smiled and wiggled out of the rest of her bathing suit as well, but felt a flicker of nerves when she glanced over at Jamie. He was stroking himself as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand - where he’d placed the condoms for easy access - and the sight of him leaking in anticipation onto his belly had her biting her lip to hold back a moan, but the self-conscious part of her brain was threatening to take over. She didn’t have much experience being the one on top and she was suddenly terrified that she would be disappointing. The thought of Jamie having such an unobscured view - a promise she’d used to entice him only moments before - was intimidating considering she knew that her body wasn’t up the model standard he may be used to. He’d never seemed anything less than impressed by the way she looked, but as she straddled him she found herself feeling rather vulnerable and exposed.

And as he held himself up so she could line up and sink down on him, she began to panic about what exactly to do next. She had done it before, but was definitely out of practice and had never been particularly accomplished in the skill. Despite the pleasure she felt from the familiar stretch and the impressive depth that the new angle allowed Jamie to reach, Lia was distracted by the thoughts racing through her mind as the anxiety had her frozen in place. So much so that Jamie quickly noticed.

“Are you alright?”

The question snapped her out of her thoughts as she furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Yeah, of course, why?”

“Uh, because you were moaning and screaming a moment ago just from me kissing your neck, but you just slid onto my cock without making a sound. Couldn’t look more bored if I’m honest.”

Lia cringed, knowing she’d been caught and fumbled to cover her tracks.

“Feels great,” she assured him, shifting her hips and sucking in a sharp breath as she rubbed against him. “I was just focused on making sure I could take all of you.”

Jamie wasn’t fooled.

“You always do, babe,” he insisted. “What’s going on?”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.” Lia shrugged, keeping her eyes fixated on Jamie’s chest to avoid his gaze. “I don’t have much experience at this, I’m worried you won’t enjoy it.”

Her cheeks burned so deeply as she spoke that Jamie’s hand felt cool against her skin as he lifted her head and forced her to look at him.

“I’m already enjoying it,” he assured her. “Whatever feels good for you will feel fuckin’ amazing for me, trust me.”

Again, Lia found herself feeling a little astounded by his gentleness. It was such a contrast to the cocky side he showed the rest of the world and the reminder had her anxiety beginning to ease.

“You think so?”

“I know so, babe,” he insisted, letting his hands settle on her hips. “You feel so fuckin’ good already and you’re gorgeous. Probably wouldn’t last long even if you just sat there.”

His reassurance had a smile sliding onto Lia’s lips as she felt her confidence rising enough to have her comfortable experimentally moving her hips again. The shiver of pleasure even the smallest movement sent shooting up her spine was all the encouragement she needed to give into the sensation and push her worries aside. Jamie’s firm grip remained on her hips and she took comfort in the knowledge that he would guide her if she faltered, but appreciated the way he let her lead as she settled into a steady pace.

“Just like that,” Jamie murmured. “Fuckin’ hell, what a sight.”

Jamie’s eyes raked over Lia’s body and she was surprised by how empowering she found it as her earlier panic began to fade. His response was so clear and so genuine that it was hard not to feel like she was every bit as beautiful as anyone Jamie had dated before. He was admiring her like she was a gift that he was trying to commit to memory before it was taken away and it made her feel irresistible. Spurred on by her newfound confidence, Lia continued bouncing her hips, but as the pleasure began to build inside her she found herself struggling to focus on her rhythm.

Her movements stuttered as her eyes fluttered shut and she took a moment to revel in how good she was feeling. Jamie, however, seemed to have taken over her impatience and she felt his hands slide from where they rested on her hips up to her lower back, silently instructing her to lean down towards him. She followed his lead, but as her chest rested down against his and he pressed his hips up - sliding him even deeper inside of her - he took advantage of the gasp the action earned and slid his tongue into her mouth.

Distracted by the overwhelming sensations, Lia was grateful when she felt Jamie plant his feet on the bed behind her, anchoring himself enough that he could take over the movement. His hips snapped up against her at a pace that she was sure was much faster than hers had been as his desperation seemed to be winning out. But she wasn’t about to complain. As his arm slid across her waist to hold her in place as he thrust up towards her, sliding so deep it felt like he was hitting spots she didn’t even know existed, Lia was quickly heading towards her peak. She moaned into his mouth as she clung to him, the position leaving her feeling helpless to do anything but ride out the pleasure until - after a few more thrusts - she felt the coil tightening in her stomach snap as she felt over the edge.

Her mouth slipped from his as she let out a strangled cry of his name, feeling herself clenching around him as if her body was trying to keep him deep inside. He was undeterred as he fucked her through her release, but it didn’t take long for him to fall apart as well. He thrust up inside her as he spilled into the condom, earning a whimper from Lia that was drowned out by the groans coming from Jamie until he lowered his hips, panting to catch his breath.

The feeling of affection that washed over Lia was a common one in those moments when they were coming down from their highs. She felt so emotionally connected to him - so cared for and taken care of - that she would have happily laid there placing kisses on his chest for hours, but a thought dawned on her that had her reluctantly climbing off of Jamie far earlier than she would have liked and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“As amazing as that was, we’re running a bit behind now for dinner,” she pointed out. “Do you mind if I shower first?”

“Or,” Jamie smirked from where he lay still sprawled out on the bed. “We could shower together, save a little time.”

Lia laughed as she stood up before leaning down to steal another kiss.

“I wish, but something tells me that wouldn’t be much of a time saver.”

“Probably not, but it would be fun.” Jamie shot her a wink that earned another giggle before he added, “But sure, yeah, you can shower first.”

Lia murmured her thanks and blew him one last kiss before hurrying off to get ready before her earlier neediness made them late for dinner.

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“I can’t believe we already have to leave tomorrow…” Lia’s wistful musing was shared as she stared out over the ocean from their dinner table in the extremely fancy restaurant Jamie had booked for them. “This place is gorgeous, I think I could stay here forever.”

“Well, I have nothing going on until the pre-season training starts in a couple weeks,” Jamie pointed out. “You’re the one with commitments and a job that needs you.”

His words were teasing, but a knot formed in Lia’s stomach as she mulled it over.

“To be honest, I probably could have taken a few extra days if I’d thought to ask,” she admitted. “Things have been slow at the bookstore lately, we barely need two staff members there most of the time.”

“Is it really that bad?”

It was a concern that had been on her mind, but the way her admission had the smile falling from Jamie’s face had her regretting bringing it up and putting a damper on their nice evening and she tried to soften the truth a little bit.

“At the moment it is, but it’s not particularly unusual,” she insisted. “Summer is always slower. People are outside more and reading less. Libraries have more activities for kids because of the school break so people go there more than buying books. Usually once the autumn comes and the weather changes things pick up again and Christmas is usually a busier time, but it would be nice if we had more steady business.”

If she was being truly honest, she would have shared that there were times in the last few months that she was really worried that they’d even make it until the Christmas season, but they were hanging on just enough that she hadn’t given up hope yet. And even with her sugar coated explanation, Jamie looked concerned.

“I’ve let you down, haven’t I? When we started this whole plan, I promised to help promote your store and I’ve done fuck all to do that.”

“It’s fine,” she assured him, sipping her wine and shrugging her shoulders. “There’s not much you could do to promote us really.”

“What about a football night with the team? I could make all the lads come and we could sign shit for people.”

It was a very sweet suggestion and Lia flashed him a genuine smile for his desire to help.

“That’s a nice idea, but it wouldn’t really work,” she gently informed him. “It wouldn’t make much sense unless one of you has a biography of some sort for people to buy or some other reason for being in a bookstore. Otherwise it would be too obvious that I’m just using you to get people in the door, people would probably hate me for that and my dad would be too embarrassed to accept that kind of help.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Jamie nodded, but his furrowed brow told Lia that he was deep in thought until he spoke again. “What if you talked to Keeley about it? Building reputations up is, like, her whole thing now. Maybe she could do some of that pro-boner shit that lawyers do.”

The phrase Jamie used had Lia choking on her drink as she laughed.

“It’s pro-bono,” she clarified. “Not pro-boner!”

“Mines better,” Jamie smirked. “But whatever it’s called, maybe she could help you. Get you on as a sponsor for Richmond or something, like she did for that app.”

“I dunno if books will appeal to football fans as much as a dating app,” Lia pointed out. “No one will be at a match, enjoying the afternoon while secretly pondering which novel they’re going to start when they get home.”

“You never know,” Jamie shrugged. “But even if that doesn’t work, she might have some other ideas for you.”

“That’s true,” Lia agreed. “Thanks for the suggestion, Jamie. You’re smarter than you look.”

She was clearly teasing, but his chest puffed up from the praise.

“Yeah, I know, no one gives me enough credit,” he smirked. “But hey, I have another idea for you.”

His eyes had lit up and an eager look had slid onto his face as Lia prompted him to continue with a somewhat suspicious, “You do?”

“If it’s no problem for you to get an extra day or two off work then maybe you could take a couple days off at the end of August to come with me to the big gala that Rebecca’s hosting for Richmond.”

“I can definitely do that,” Lia smiled, feeling a flicker of excitement in her belly at the thought of being included in an event so big and getting to attend with Jamie. “But wouldn’t something like that be in the evening anyway?”

“Yeah, but it’s a big deal. We all get dressed up all fancy for it so you’d probably need a day to get ready,” he explained. “And then usually there’s quite a bit of drinking happening so you might want the next day to recover.”

“That makes sense,” Lia giggled. “I would be happy to join you. If you give me the date when we get home, I can tell my dad right away.”

“Perfect.”

Jamie reached out to take her hand that was resting on the table before lifting it up to place a kiss against her skin and Lia wondered how she’d gotten so lucky. The picture perfect moment of sitting on a balcony with an amazing view and sharing it with someone who was quickly becoming so very important to her had her heart feeling very full and made any worries from their lives back home feel very small and insignificant.

#jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt fanfic #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x ofc #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #amorous facades

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house-of-slayterr · 11 months ago

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Daddy’s Home: pt. 2

Maggie’s POV:

I stared at him my eyes twitching slightly. What the hell was he doing here? A low growl sound left the back of my throat.

“Careful kitten, that’s no way to greet your father.” He taunts.

“What do you want?” Basil asks.

“Mmm, all in do time my boy. The adults are talking”

Slade turns his attention back to Y/N. I can see Basil’s eyes scanning him for weapons and reading into his body language. He has the same thought I did. If this turned into a fight, we’d be ready for him.

“Is what he says true child?” Y/N asks.

I nod, dispointed in the answer.

“Sadly, yes, I only found out last year which was when I left town. I didn’t want Oliver to find out.”

“Well don’t you get more interesting everyday puppet? Why are you both standing so far, come, be civil.”

Basil was the first to sit on the couch near Y/N, always obedient of her orders. I lingered, my feet not wanting to move. Judging the danger between disobeying Y/N and getting physically closer to Slade. I got a glare from the older woman which would normally send chills down my spine, but I didn’t pay her any min.

“Mmmm, it would be rude not to get our guest a drink don’t you think?” I asked her.

Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Fine, drinks and then you come back…”

I slipped into the kitchen to catch my breath, trying to come up with a plan. I could poison him but he’d unfortunately be too smart to fall for that stick. I grabbed a knife from the block and stuck it in my boot, mixing four drinks and carrying them out to the living room. I handed Y/N hers first, then went over to Basil. He paused, grabbing my wrist when I handed it to him, locking eyes with me.

I gave him a simple smile, gently prying his fingers off me and walked over to Slade.

“Old fashioned, figured it would suit your… brutish taste” I jeered.

A short huff of a laugh came from him, as he takes the glass.

“I’m more of a scotch guy” he grins.

I go to sit by the window, able to run down the fire escape if I need to, but still engaged in the conversation.

“As I was saying, Y/N, I could use the help of that little boyfriend of yours to fix a problem I’m having. Zsasz is the best- no second best in Gotham”

I rolled my eyes at his lame attempt at flattery. All those years on the island and being imprisoned, he must have lost his touch. A small smirk grows on Y/N lips.

“Who exactly do you need to bite the bullet?”

He chuckles softly reading between her words.

“Don’t worry, it’s not the kids brother this time. Oliver isn’t being a pain in my ass right now. It’s this Dark Guy, he’s fucking things up and keeps getting directly in my way. But he has an annoying habit of predicting my endeavours. Found out he has a spell over the city- Zsasz isn’t from there, won’t fall to the spell.”

A small shiver rolled down my spine. I hadn’t heard that name in a while. I thought he ran away after his last fight with Oliver and the crew he had at the time.

“I’ll consider it, if you have the right thing to offer me in return Wilson.”

“I’ve got some vintage Japanese weapons you can’t get your hands on in Gotham. And I’ll owe you, and victors a favour each.”

“Tempting”

I scoffed, turning to look out the window.

“You have something to add to the conversation kiddo?”

“First” I stop to glare at him- “call me Kiddo again , I’ll be sure you can never make another kid. Secondly, do all of your plans come half baked out of your arse?”

Basil chuckled slightly under his breath and I smile, feeling accomplished that I could get him to produce such a rare sound. Slade groans.

“Teenagers” he says to Y/N.

“I’m not a teen anymore Slade, something you would know if you ever bothered to be around. So drop the “I’m your father” act because frankly I couldn’t give any less of a shit about your existence then I do right now. Because you’re not my problem, you made that very clear when you abandoned me. So go ahead with your idiotic plan to kill Damian Dark, but do not drag my people into this.”

“Your people? I thought Oliver and Thea were you people-“

“Don’t you dare fucking speak her name you human leech- not after everything you’ve done! You treated all of us, killed our mother infront of us and have kidnapped and tried to kill Oliver more times than I can count. If you can’t even kill my brother how the hell do you plan to kill a sorcerer way above you damn pay grade? Even if you do succeed, your problems not gonna be over. Because some dads actually parent their children… and I assure you, you do not want Nora after you.”

He seems to stop and actually think over my words. Basil just watches intrigued form the couch.

“Now Maggie, what did I say about being Civil?”

I growl under my breath. I fucking hated the diplomacy that came with my new choice of mates, but the security that came with them was worth it. Always having to be polite to your enemy in public is exhausting.

“She right you know. I’ve never met Nora but I’ve heard stories. She’s deeply devoted to her father and would do anything for him.”

“She’s the most competitive person I know. She won’t stop even if it puts her own health at risk. You’d have to kill both of them and together they’re not gonna be easy. I’m not letting Victor put himself through that.”

“You don’t believe Victor can handle these two”

“Not unless you went with him- you know how he can be when he’s distracted…”

A small annoyed sigh falls from her lips. Slade seemed to grow annoyed with my lack of providing an actual solution to his problem. Not that I was trying.

“Come here Magnolia”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse you?”

“Come here, I’m not asking again.” His tone was colder.

I sighed, hoping down from the window sill and walk over, standing infront of him.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to make something very clear to you here-“ he looks down at me with malice. “If you can’t handle a conversation with the grown ups, then you’re going to have to go to your room. I won’t stand here and have you call me stupid with no consequence. Oliver and Thea aren’t your family- I am. I killed your mother to prove that… and I will get rid of both of them if they become and issue. Do you understand me?”

I glared up at him clenching my fists. I heard Basil try to move from the couch but Y/N stop him. Seemingly amused and eager to see where this goes.

“You can keep running and moving and playing house with whoever you want kid. But the second that interferes with my life and what I want, I can easily take it all away from you. The only reason Oliver Queen is not dead is because of you… but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt him. Zsasz is up to him and his lovely partner, you don’t get to speak for a man who’s not here.”

Of course he’d be sexist ontop of everything. Was there anything redeemable about this man? How the hell am I related to that?

“What, nothing to say now? Not so feisty when you don’t have your distance huh?”

A low growl emitted from the back of my throat and before I knew it I reached for the knife in my boot. Quickly plunging it into his empty eye socket behind his eyepatch. It seemed over dramatic to blind him, but it’s not like the area had no feeling. Eyeball or not, being stabbed in the face still hurts.

He stumbled slightly, as I back away closer to Basil.

“You stupid little bitch!” He growls.

“Don’t ever fucking talk to me again.”

I grab Basil hand and drag him outside, leaving Y/N to deal with Slade and his tantrum. If they wanted to talk just adults, they could be my guest. I almost walked out into the street not paying attention but Basil pulled me back.

“Woah, hey! Earth to Maggie. Breathe.”

I slowed down, closing my eyes and took a deep breath. I ran my thumb over his hand to feel the sensation of his skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re ok. Just chill out. What the hell was that back there?”

“He pissed me off.”

“I can see that. But Jim and Victor have pissed you off many times, you never tried to stab them.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t think about it” I sigh. “I hate his guts Basil. I don’t want him here, I don’t want him in my city.”

A small smile blossoms on the corner of her lips.

“So Gotham is your city now?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes. I like it here. There was nothing for me in Star City that can’t come to visit. Gotham is where you are, where my first business is, it’s got my three favourite teens in the whole world to babysit” I smile softly.

Then I realised this was his plan. To distract me. How he always knew what to do is beyond me. He couldn’t have learned from Oliver.

“Better?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Wanna go do something entirely stupid that Y/N will most likely yell at us for, since we’re already going to get yelled at anyways?”

I giggle softly.

“Yes”

He drags me away form Y/N apartment and over to Oswald’s. He’s in a meeting so we’re able to sneak in without much fuss or getting pulled into conversation. He immediately drags me to weapons room and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What are we doing in here”

“You want to get back at Slade right… Oswalda got some explosives stored in the back. Let’s blow up his ride home” he grins.

I contemplate how my life got here, but it doesn’t much matter now. I’ve long past been into deep.

“You know what? Yeah, fuck him, let’s go blow up his plane.” I take Basils hand.

He smiles down at me grabbing what we need and putting it in his messenger bag before we sneak out.

“It should be fairly easy to find. Not many places you can park a private jet around here.”

“You’re leading this.”

He gets a weird glint in his eyes and I look at him worried. Without warning he scoops me up into his arms. I let out a soft squeak and cling onto him.

“Hold on tight” he laughs, launching off the ground and flying us over the city before he spots it.

He flies rather fast and it’s a bit disorienting when you’re not used to it, my hair would certainly be a mess. I glare at him when he puts me down.

“You’re the worst B.”

“But you love me anyways” he smiles that boyish grin. “Come on, all I have to do is attach this, then I’ll hand to you detonator and fly us up to watch the chaos from a safe distance. Who knows maybe your knight in shining armour will come to investigate” he teases.

“Don’t bring Jim into this. He’s the last thing I need right now.”

I watch as he straps two explosives to the jet and wait for him to be finished.

“You really gonna do this?”

“Planting bombs on a plane is just as illegal as blowing it up. The crimes already started, might a well see it through.”

“Gotham really is rubbing off on you huh?”

“Yeah yeah. So I’m done being a pushover, sue me.”

I take the switch and wait for him to fly us up.

“We should be safe here”

I smile looking down at the hanger it’s in before pressing the button. The explosion is loud and bold due to the jet fuel. We hover for a while watching the smoke before Basil flies us back to Oswald’s.

“Feel any better?”

“You know what, I actually do. I’m sure Y/N can handle Slade and whatever weak threats he was spewing at me when I left.”

“He’s a joke.”

“Tell me about it” I huff.

We walk in and are almost immediately greeted by Oswald.

“Hello little songbird, how are you this evening?”

His tone is strange and off. I simply shrugged.

“She got off work early so we’re just been wondering around” he chimes in.

“Oh? Was there a problem-“

“No, no problems Oswald everything’s good. I just felt a little under the weather and needed the fresh air. Feeling much better now.”

“I’m glad to hear that Maggie. Will you be staying here tonight?”

“I was thinking if that was alright with you, yes. I miss your stories” I attempt to butter him up.

I hear a scuff come from Basil and send him a small glare.

“Well in that case I’ll they my chef to make you’re favourite. I have another meeting today but I’ll come find you after”

He leans in and kisses my cheek. I smile up at him and let out a sigh of relief when he’s gone.

“What was that?”

“Relax, he’s gonna find out who did it anyways when Y/N figures it out first”

“You’re right” I let out a heavy sigh “should I sign my will now?”

“No, I think she’ll be proud. Pissed but- you stood up for yourself. Your biological father is a prick. You deserved better.”

“Thank you.” I smile fondly. “Now let’s go binge watch horror movies until our eyes hurt!”

I grab his hand and drag him to my room in Oswald estate. Basil was the only man who rarely pissed me off. And I wanted to see if I could get to know him as well as he knew me. My punishment would come in the future, but for now I could be happy and carefree in this moment. And that’s exactly what I needed

AN: so sorry I haven’t written in so long. Things have been insane all year and I haven’t had the mental energy to write. So sorry if this is bad, I’ll get back in my groove soon. Love yall 🫀

Tag: @howl-fantasies @keffirinne

#Maggie #magnolia blossom #Gotham oc #slade wilson #deathstroke

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babybeel · 3 years ago

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— just you is what i really need when you go home and come back earlier than expected ; title creds

lucifer is a busy man and even with your leave, he sticks to his usual routine without a moment’s break. (save for when one of his brother’s caused yet another form of trouble, of course.) but it’s late at night, when his head throbs and his body aches, that he misses you the most, sinking down into his chair. you’d chastise him for working so late, lucifer lets out a funny sort of half laugh as he thinks of you, scolding him for not taking better care of himself. then you’d sit with him, providing a helping hand to the burdens that rest heavy on his shoulders. something sharp pangs in lucifer’s chest and he knows he will have to bear uncomfortably with it, lodging itself in his being until you return. lucky for the demon, that was to come sooner than he expected. the hands in his hair make him stiffen at first, callous words simmering on his tongue, but he soon recognises the touch, melting at its familiarity. “you’re back early,” he comments, trying to keep his voice steady. and you hum amusedly at the attempt, “needed to look after you.” with your reply comes a promise - that you’re truly back, real, and for the avatar of pride no less - and lucifer lets the smile grace his expression as he tugs at one of your hands to press a kiss to your palm. “thank you.”

mammon had moped even before you left, the announcement that you’d be returning to the human world for a while enough to leave his spirits dampened. when you’d actually gone, he seemed to trod around the house of lamentation like a little puppy, lost on what exactly to do. and it was day five when he caved and whined down the phone to you, a loud cry of “i could’ve come with you! i’m supposed to be ya first man!” the responding laugh had warmed mammon’s core, despite the tinny receiver, but it does little to soothe the ache in his heart as he settles down for the night, your pillow between his arms to make up for your absence. you should’ve known mammon wouldn’t be in his room but yours when you went to surprise him, slipping through the halls. you find him tucked in your bed, face pressed against your sheets, though the creak of the door had him jumping upwards at the intrusion, half expecting someone to scold him for slinking into your room. instead he was met with a smile. your smile. in an instant, mammon’s launching himself at you, blankets catching at his waist as he holds you close. “you - you’re back!” he eventually splutters, words tumbling from curved lips. all it takes is a nod of your head for mammon to pull you closer and you grin, “couldn’t help it, i missed my first man.”

leviathan hadn’t left his room the entire time you had gone home, choosing instead to fixate on the video games that distracted him ever so slightly from just how much he missed you. but the inability to ramble to you once he finished would only send another wave of sullenness through him. his solution to this was - of course - digging himself in deeper, buying new games and constantly checking for new releases. that was how levi found himself in the midst of a cheesy romance game, sinking feeling in his chest hitting him full force as the love interest reminded him awfully of you. the little pixel character bore striking resemblance to you and as it giggled, levi couldn’t help but slump down in his chair with a deep sigh. “what do i do...” he murmured softly, words half hidden under his breath as he debated contacting you. what if you were occupied? or thought him bothersome? or didn’t want to-- “i think the second option sounds cute.” levi scrambles up in an instant, ignoring the clatter of his controller to the floor in favour of embracing you. and as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, hiding the tears that pricked at his eyes, he swore there was nothing better than you - actual you - in his arms.

satan had tried his best to maintain his cool front. he’d continued to go about his day as normal - reading his books, annoying lucifer, the likes. but it came as no surprise that he was antsier, on edge. every miniscule thing adding to his pile of nerves and sending hot electricity through his veins. by the end of the school day, followed by a last-minute student council meeting, satan had snapped no less than twelve times, more than ready to return to the house of lamentation where he could hiss and spit and scowl in the privacy of his own room. but as he went to do so, he noticed how his door was ajar. and it was only the exhaustion in his bones that prevented the scream from bubbling up his throat, threatening to round up his brothers and curse them until he knew who had been in his room. with his claws poking out and digging into the skin of his palms, satan swung his door open with more force than necessary and found his answer. you. “oh,” the single syllable dropped into the air and satan feels his heart slow, calmed by the sight of you. it took one more second for reason to return to him, brain whirring into action now that his anger has subsided. he strides towards you with outstretched arms until you fit tight flush against his torso. “missed me?” you chuckle, daring to ask. and the smile pressed against your skin tells you all you need to know, “more than you could imagine.”

asmodeus misses you terribly, but with the way he texts you every tiny update, it’s like you’re still there - right? it becomes a common sight to see asmo tapping away at the screen of his DDD, charms swinging in the air. and more often than note, he makes the motion to fish out the device, even at the most inconsequential of happenings. nevertheless, you reply diligently to each message, sending back reactions that has asmo giggling in glee alongside details and pictures of your own day in hopes it would bridge some of the distance between you two. and in the evenings, as you both settle down the for the night, you and asmo make sure to videocall, even if you have little more to say, just content to gaze upon one another. except tonight you hadn’t picked up. twice. and asmo was getting all too jittery. you hadn’t responded to his last four texts either and-- something hadn’t happened, had it? no no, asmo dismissed the silly thought, you were probably just busy. but something sharp continued to stick in his throat. were you too busy for him? such thoughts are soon culled and forgotten when the demon’s door flies open, exuberant grin in your face as you barrel towards him and the touch you so missed. “you called?”

from afar, beelzebub didn’t seem so affected by your absence. but if the pangs in his chest and the random moments where his smile would falter were anything to go by, it was clear the truth was the exact opposite. still, the demon was sweet and chose not to utter a word when you’d call, content to listen to you gush about what you’d missed back in the human world. you finally found out about beel’s distress when belphie had snapped a subtle picture of his twin’s sullen face one day during dinner, quickly followed by a demand of “come back soon.” and though you had huffed at belphegor’s blunt words, clearly used to getting his way, you couldn’t help but do so, sad expression on beel’s face fuelling your actions. when beel slumps into his chair in the morning, his eyes are still bleary and sleep fogs his movements. it takes him a moment to realise he’d been shovelling human breakfast into his mouth and just like that he’s running to the kitchen, daze he had been in suddenly disappearing. a call of your name leaves his lips, echoed by the bang of the door as it rebounds against the wall, and beel already knows the image of you, eyes lit up as you grinned and declared you were home, would remain in his memories forever.

at first, belphegor had attempted to sleep away the days until your return, calendar in the attic keeping track of time. but one night, after so much sleep, belphie found himself restless. instead, he meandered to the planetarium as he so often did, gazing up at the sky. the stars in the devildom are far more vast than in the human world, yet still, he picked out the ones you’d be able to see with ease, silently hoping you were looking at them too. belphie was woken abruptly come morning, lucifer having invaded his brother’s space and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, demanding the youngest to go to school and keep up appearances. with no other choice, belphie agreed, spending the vast majority of the day waiting until he could go home. and it’s there that he sees you. truthfully, attending rad had drained the avatar of sloth of energy completely but finding you in his bed, peaceful and at ease, was enough of a shock to wake him, heartrate spiking as it so regularly did around you. still, belphie clambers into bed, making sure not to wake you and he tangles himself with you. for belphie knew there was little more he could want, so as long as you were by his side.

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mara-xx217 · 2 years ago

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Miracle Worker- Frank Morrison x You Commission Fic (Dead by Daylight)

A commission fic thanks to @prettycutebunny. I hope you enjoy!

Bad boys that go good? It's more likely than you think!

The Legion rarely waited for anyone or anything. There were buildings to tag, people and businesses to rob and general mischief to be had. No one member was ever late and they all kept a tight schedule. Today, though, they were waiting on just one member.

“Fuck! I fucking hate this place!” Julie was stomping and kicking things out of her way as she made her way to the rest of the Legion. They were about to call it quits… but something interesting might yet happen.

“Shit, Jules… what was it this time? Start your period? Or did mommy dearest want to spend quality time with you?” Frank asked sarcastically. Joey chucked and giggled with him while Susie huffed and rolled her eyes. Julie pushed the boys aside and sat between them, simply seething and grinding her teeth in rage. She was on the verge of tears.

Oh shit…

“O-kay… uh, seriously though, what’s up babe? What’s got you so pissed?” Frank dropped the teasing with a frown. It was rare when Julie got this upset. It must be something serious… “My fucking mother and her sister thought it was a GREAT fucking idea to have my shitty cousin move here for the remainder of their time at high school! Can you believe this shit?!” Julie drew in a breath as she scoffed. Her smile was more of a grimace as she sucked on her teeth in annoyance.

“Huh? A cousin?! Is he cute?!” Susie squealed and wiggled at the possibilities. What if he is cute?! What if she ended up marrying him?! Then she and Julie would practically be sisters and-!

“No, she isn’t cute! She’s a bitch and I hate her!” Susie visibly deflated, pouting as her shoulders dropped. Joey and Frank looked at one another.

“‘She’, huh?” What, was Julie afraid of some ‘competition’? Frank smirked, then curled his lip as Julie elbowed him in the ribs.

“She’s not your type. And even if she were, I’d cut your fucking dick off.” Frank gave his girlfriend a sideways glare.

“‘Course, babe… whatever…” He rolled his eyes. As if she even knew what his type was.

Julie took her time ranting about her cousin.

“She’s living next door to my house!”

“I don’t even know her!”

“Mom’s acting like we fucking know each other!”

“I have to ‘pretend’ to like her ‘else I’m grounded!”

“This is so fucking unfair!”

Blah, blah, bitch, whine and moan- Frank was already sick of it. Julie can be fun more often than not, but right now she was just fucking bitching for the sake of bitching. It was annoying. So what if some goody-two-shoes in shacked up in your house? Like that fucking matters. Just show her who’s boss and move on.

Julie’s acting like she’s got actual competition here… It was enough to make Frank laugh. If the drama is good, then he just might try to stick around longer to see the shit hit the fan. It’ll probably be funny. Entertaining, even. Maybe he could get something else out of it…?

Ormond was… fine. Just fine. Not terrible or heaven on Earth. Just… mediocre. Average. Plain and like Anytown, Canada could be. You weren’t happy, but you weren’t hysterical either. It was supposed to be a ‘clean slate’.

“A fresh start! Just for us!”

A fresh start for your mother, yes, but you? No, just a break in your routine. Bridges were burnt and now you had to start over. You were almost bitter. Maybe angry. Just a little upset.

And high school is shit, no matter where you go, new or old…

Not that your cousin does you any favours.

Julie seemed to be okay. Not rich by any means, but not struggling, either. Unlike you, she had a car, she had a phone, she had friends… You weren’t mad about those things in particular. Yeah, you just moved in, but she made your life hell from the moment you moved in across the street from her.

What are you? Five?

This mean girls’ shit got old from day one.

You didn’t want help unpacking. Julie didn’t want to help you to unpack. But your mothers thought it would be a wonderful bonding activity.

“Jesus, what are you, five years old? Does mommy still pick out your outfits for you?” Julie was ‘helpfully’ throwing your clothing onto the floor, but not before she would wrinkle her nose in disgust as she picked apart your entire wardrobe. You rolled your eyes.

“You can just leave you know? It’s not like you’re helping me anyway…” You muttered the last sentence under your breath. Julie ‘accidentally’ knocks a few boxes over before she shoulders past you with a huff.

You kick the clothes out of your way as you take a seat on your bed. No covers or sheets, just a bare mattress. You’re not going to cry but your throat tightens. The room is more of a wreck now than it was when you first hauled all the boxes up here. Before Julie charged in… Already you’re exhausted and wanted to go home.

“Honey, could you go to the hardware store and get some things for me?”

Sure… whatever. As long as it gets you away from Julie for five fucking minutes.

You open the door to the store, not paying attention to the two guys around your age standing around the register. Talking. They pause for a moment but then resume speaking once you make your way around the store quietly.

“-that her?”

“Dunno, maybe?”

“-say hi.”

“Uh, bro? That might not be-”

You didn’t pick up on their conversation. Nails, tape… shit, what else did your mother ask for? Crap, what did you do with your list? Pockets- uh…?

“Sup?”

“Ack-?! What the fu-?!”

You jumped out of your skin as some guy peeked around one of the shelves directly to your left. He scared the shit out of you!

There was a cocky smirk on his face that pissed you off. You roll your eyes and keep looking blanking at the hardware shit in front of you. His eyes never leave your face as he leans a little closer.

“Ain’t seen you here before.” You suck on your teeth and nod. You begin to sweat a little. You were anxious. Julie has a “bad boy” for a boyfriend… Was this him?

There’s just something about him that just screamed: “fuck authority”. Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the piercings. Or his entire demeanor. Or his stupid fucking expression…

“Nope. Not from here.” There was no point in lying to him. Julie probably already filled him in. And probably set him up to do something fucked up…

“Shit, who the fuck moves to Ormond of all places? Ain’t nothing here.” Now he was standing beside you, looking at the same shelves as you. You shrugged.

“Dunno… Not me. Not willingly, anyway.” He gives you a sideways glance.

“Yeah, I feel that…”

The tone in his voice didn’t match the outward appearance he had carefully crafted, nor did his facial expression. He was subdued. Quiet. Thoughtful. Maybe even a little tired. Yeah… you were tired too…

“Frank” lingered around you chatting about nothing in particular. You reciprocated without much thought behind it. It was nothing personal and he was chill… so you thought “Why not.” The cashier, “Joey” reluctantly cashed you out. He didn’t want to be there and you didn't want to stay out any longer than you had to. God forbid Julie finds you hanging out with her friend and boyfriend...

You would see them again when you went back to school the following week. Joey wasn’t in any of your classes. But Frank?

Every single one of them.

It felt like a joke almost. It was beyond relieving that Julie didn’t share any classes with you, but this was certain to cause even more friction between the two of you…

Frank was a fucking disaster at school. Slacking off, not paying attention… No wonder he has failed in school. It’s expected of him like this is simply how it is and there is no point in trying to save him anymore. It was fucking sad… Everyone had simply given up on Frank. Even Julie…

You don’t need to be experienced in relationships to see that she was encouraging all his worse traits. And he was doing the very same with her. It was worrying, to say the least. You don’t know either of them well, but if they stay on this course, someone’s gonna get hurt…

Shit, what if it’ll be you, in the end…?

If it’s not your grade, then it will be you, personally. Frank has been assigned to be your partner for some big-ass science project that’s due at the end of the year. Oh boy… it just had to fucking be you, didn’t it? Frank smirked when it was announced in class. Julie nearly kicked down your door and started to scream at you a few hours after you returned home.

“I fucking KNEW IT! You just want to fuck up EVERYTHING up! DON’T YOU?!” She screamed as she shoved you onto your bed. You didn’t know how to react. It all happened so fast-

It was a nonstop onslaught of screaming and crying, accusing you of “butting into” her life and trying to “steal” her friends and boyfriend. You didn’t immediately realize that Joey was one of Julie’s closest friends. You could hardly understand her, she was so hysterical. The brief fear and simmering anger you felt began to transform into pity and awkwardness.

She’s totally out of control…

It felt… wrong. Like there was something else she was upset over, but blaming you was easier. Safer. When she started to giggle and laugh in the midst of her breakdown, you began to feel fear again.

You suggest that maybe she should sit down… lie down or maybe go home and chill out… Julie had a look in her eyes that sent a chill down your spine. It was a stare-down. Neither of you spoke and neither looked away from the other. It was only when a door opened and your mother called out did Julie broke the eye contact, looking… somewhere else. Something was seriously wrong, but she did nothing other than stumbled off, seemingly drained and almost confused.

She- What?

You watched from your window as she made her way back home. There was a twinge of relief inside of you.

What the fuck was that?

“Dude, your girlfriend scares the shit out of me.”

“Don’t see why. What d'ya do to her?”

You looked up from your paper. Frank wasn’t accusing you of anything, but he wasn’t working- of course- either, he was leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. You could kick his chair-

“I didn’t do shit! She flipped the fuck out when she learned we were partners for school!” A chill ran down your spine when you remembered how she looked at you.

Like- Like she wanted to-

“Like…. That’s it?” He straightened up, his chair falling forward with a thunk. Frank had scrunched up his nose as he examined your features.

“Yeah, that’s it. Julie lost her shit in a bad way. Like… she wanted to hurt me or something.” You drummed your pencil on your paper.

Tap, tap, tap. Fast and with no rhythm. Your leg bounced and you dared to glance up at Frank, who was frowning.

“Well… shit, that don’t sound like Jules…” He mumbled under his breath as he leaned back again. Usually, he didn’t give a shit about things like this. Julie was jealous and stubborn and fun, but this was… weird. You were clearly a goody-two-shoes, but you kept to yourself and didn’t bother anyone. Polite but not an ass kisser. Kinda a wallflower… He could see Julie wanting to rough you up, maybe pull some mean shit on you, but-

She’s acting like you two fucked or something.

In the end, Frank could only shrug, which you returned. It was weird she was flipping out on you and not doing shit to him.

Well, he ain’t heard from her since yesterday-

A lot was weird. He was the designated high school fuck up bad boy, yet you treated him… normally? “Do it, I’m not doing it for you.” “I’m not letting you tank both of our grades.” “Dude… come on, you’re not stupid.” Yeah? What if he was stupid, though? You were insistent and he did what you asked just to shut you up.

Frank assumed Julie was avoiding him. He didn’t see her at school for several days after you told him about her little freak-out, and she wouldn’t answer not only his calls but Joey and Susie’s as well. Her mother told Susie that she’s “just a bit under the weather.” Yeah, that was BS code for “she wants to be left the hell alone.”

You had no choice but to follow Frank around while he engaged in his usual shenanigans. Well… you did have a choice, but it was easier to get Frank to work with you if you tried to be “less uptight”. Whatever that’s supposed to mean. At first, it seemed like you would do ninety-nine percent of the work and the only contribution Frank would provide would be his name on the paper, but in the following days, you must say that you were surprised.

He wasn’t stupid. Stubborn? Yes. Hated school? Very much. But stupid? No. Simply talking to Frank and communicating with him got him more involved, though he was damn good at procrastinating. And making you procrastinate as well.

“I’m bored let’s take a break.”

“I’m hungry…”

“Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Ugh, can we go for a walk? My ass is killing me from sitting around too long.”

Frank was good at being a distraction. He sucked at starting the work, but he could do it when pushed enough. It made you look at him differently. All the time that you had to spend with him make you see him differently. A delinquent? Yes. On the wrong path? Yeah, definitely. A shit person? No, not really.

“Frank, we are not going to tag the science teacher’s house! OR his car!” Frank slouched in the driver’s seat of his shitty, beat-up car. It would have concerned you the first time you rode with him. Now it’s usual Frank behavior.

He never made you feel unsafe, though…

“Ugh, fiiiine…” He straightened up and continued to pout as he focused on the road. You didn’t bother to hide the rolling of your eyes.

You’ve gotten to know Joey during the first few weeks of your return to school. He, in turn, introduced you to Susie, who you have an… interesting relationship with.

Susie seemed like she wanted to like you but because Julie didn’t she, in turn, didn’t either. It didn’t stop her or Joey from getting to know you. And you all got along perfectly well.

Until Julie returned, of course.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Julie’s voice was shrill but Frank merely rolled his eyes.

“The fuck’s wrong with you? Why are you flipping out for?” He could guess why. The exact reason why Julie was so fucking sensitive to your being in Ormond not only didn’t matter but was really starting to piss him off. Frank didn’t care about the crowd that was gawking at them both. Unlike Julie, Frank has no reputation to uphold.

“Why are you chatting up my fucking cousin?! What, is she fucking pretty or something? Did she offer you a fucking quickie behind the school?! Am I not fucking good enough for you anymore? Or- OR-”

“What the fuck are you even talking about, Julie?!” Was she talking about you? The goody-two-shoes, totally fucking vanilla and mild you? She’s not even fucking been here! How would she even know what’s going on, with her fucking ignoring everyone’s calls, texts and visits?

“I fucking told you that I fucking hate her! Why are you fucking “buddy-buddy” with her, you dick?!”

“Uh, school?” Frank gave a ‘what the fuck do you want me to say’ kind of face and shrug. Julie gripped her lunch tray until her knuckles turned white.

“Why HER?! Don’t you fucking love me?!”

Everyone was watching them. Any other time, Frank wouldn’t have given a shit. Julie was losing her shit over fucking nothing. He seriously didn’t do anything. Neither did you. Julie was acting like she actually caught the two of you fucking or something. He was starting to feel second hand embarrassment on her behalf. Huh. Has that happened before…?

Frank crammed his shitty school sandwich into his mouth and tossed the rest of his food into the trash, tray and all. Julie screamed something like “YOU ASSHOLE!” Frank only threw his hands up in a “I give up” gesture. Some people shouted, and a tray nearly clips his shoulder, food and shit going everywhere, even landing on some people that scream in disgust and frustration. Frank does not turn around and he does not stick around for the aftermath.

Julie does corner him after school, though.

“Fucking what-” Frank couldn’t hide his annoyance and disgust. Julie presses on.

“If you want to stay with me- and the Legion- you gotta fucking hurt her.” Her face is straight and she’s fucking serious. He’s heard enough and tries to push past her. Julie stops him.

“Yeah, no. Fuck that. Get outta my way, Julie!” Frank grabs her shoulder and pushes her out of his way.

“What-?! You ARE fucking her, aren’t you?! You son of A-” She shoves him from behind. Now he’s fucking pissed.

“I ain’t fucking NOBODY but YOU. Now, I guess I ain’t fucking nobody at all! Get a fucking grip, you psycho! The fucking world don’t revolve ‘round YOU!” His heart pounded in his ears and his entire body began to shake. Frank felt sick but the rage he felt numbed any hurt feelings he had.

He was pissed, but an odd serenity washed over him. It was like… facing an inevitability, in a way. Julie screamed and cried and pushed and shoved him, but it didn’t really bother Frank.

Maybe he was seeing things clearly, or at least, not through rose-tinted glasses. Was she always like this? Was he just blind to it all? Clingy and jealous and vengeful instead of Loving and headstrong and cheeky. Julie collapsed onto the ground, holding onto his hoodie and attempting to tug him close. Frank pulled away, shaking his head. It was pathetic. Sad. Annoying. It was a long time coming, but now she was fucking aggrivating. Frank pulled away, a pit in his stomach. Not for Julie, who was a crumpled heap on the ground, not even for the people gawking and whispering among themselves. You…

Frank needed to think. Needed to get away from all these people. He was anxious and he was thinking about you. You… didn’t do anything. Nothing was confused. He knew… something. Shit- okay, maybe he doesn’t know. Frank wanted something. Not- not the usual shit. Not mayhem or what-the-fuck-ever else. There was… predictability when you were around. Yeah, that’s it… Frank knew what was up when you were around, and at first he thought he didn’t like that but… he did. He did like that. He liked that… stability. Safety. Frank felt safe around you.

He didn’t want it to be a big deal. You asked about Julie, about the freak out and everything else, and he shrugged. You shrugged back and asked if he was hungry. Frank couldn’t look you in the eye as he said “Y-Yeah…”

Julie hated you but you didn’t care. Yeah, she bothered you occasionally, but it became more and more rare. She no longer harassed you at school, let alone in your own home. Though that might be because that’s where Frank and company like to spend their time, nowadays. She avoided you like the plague just as she did with her (now) ex-boyfriend, Frank.

The two of you didn’t start dating after their breakup. Neither even attempted to do so. It was just… nice being around the other. Frank’s attitude improved (as did his grades), but he remained the town fuck up and bad boy. Only now, he was slightly less inclined to do insane shit that would get himself and others hurt.

But… yeah, you did end up getting closer to Frank, who didn’t bother to hide his growing infatuation towards you. The two of you shared a lot of laughs, did lots of stupid and illegal things together, he stayed at your house until the last possible moment… Once, on the way to lunch, you linked your arm with his. You didn’t even notice until Frank had gone quiet, starting down at you with a smirk. You playfully pushed him away and he pretended to be hurt from such an action.

Did he actually get his shit together? Yeah, as much as Frank could while still being “Frank”. Always a trouble maker, only now he actually put some effort into not being a complete fuck up. Now he’s got C’s and B’s instead of straight F’s. Now he’s not on parole but out on good behavior. Now he’s not fist fighting with the basketball coach but following his example and taking the team to the state championship.

Frank’s lucky, too. He had mostly given up on the dream of going to college. Not because he wouldn’t need it or that he didn’t care- he did care now- but because he thought that he simply would never see the money to ever do so. He’s lucky because you- always you- got to know the new forgien exchange student. David King.

Frank never liked the rich boys but David was different. After they beat the shit out of one another, they understood one another. Laughed, even. He’s a rich boy, but he’s alright. And he’s the one that gifted Frank the chance to go to college. Or a trade school. Whatever worked for him. David was rich and he didn’t need the sports scholarship. Frank, though? David was given excellent recommendations to any school he wanted for such a selfless act. Frank would have cried-

Okay, he did cry…

He wasn’t supposed to ever amount to anything. This? All of this? It was supposed to be out of his reach. Frank was born a fuck up and he was going to live his life accordingly. Then you showed up and changed it all. He wasn’t the “bad boy”, he wasn’t the “soon-to-be dropout”, he was just… Frank, to you. From the very beginning you treated him decently. You didn’t have to help him but you did. And still you are with him and still he is becoming a better person every single day.

Really, he should thank Julie for being related to you! If she wasn’t, then none of this would have happened. It sucks that she ended up dropping out of high school in favour of taking some weird homeschooling thing, but it is what it is. Frank is sorry for that but everything else? Nah, it all worked out just fine. He, Joey and Susie still hang out, and both are starting to get their shit together too, thanks to you.

They ought to have a party, just for you, celebrating all the awesome shit that you’ve done for them. No drugs or alcohol, either! Just something chill… just you four and some shitty deli food from the local grocery store. That would be sick… Maybe Frank needs to talk Joey into pooling their money into this. Good shit like this only happens once in a while, after all! Might as well enjoy hard work that’s paid off.

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teddyarabellapicker · 3 years ago

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The View From… The Top Bunk

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You're on tour with the band and (Humbug!) Alex gets you alone on the bus while the rest of the band are out.

warnings: smut, cringey jokes from Matt, Nick, and Jamie

word count: 3.2k

-written for @indiee19 and her imagines book on wattpad, the fic is also up on her page ❤️

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The sound of the boys shuffling around the bus and chattering woke you up. You tried to nuzzle your head back into Alex's neck, but he wasn't there. You opened your eyes, seeing that Alex wasn't squeezed into the bunk with you. You groaned and forced yourself out of the bunk, eyes adjusting to the sudden ray of light that came through the windows.

You dug into yours and Alex's bag, grabbing one of his shirts and you walked to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes to try and help wake you up. Once you got there, you went in and brushed your hair and teeth, making yourself somewhat presentable, putting the shirt on over your bra that you slept in.

You used a hair tie on your wrist to tie it up so it didn't go past your shorts. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time and then walked out, turning off the light and walking to the small lounge at the back of the bus, seeing Alex and the rest of the band sitting on the sofa.

"Ahh, so the beast has awoken and come out of its cave," Matt said, eliciting a laugh from everyone.

"Fuck off, Matt," you said, still tired and half asleep. You walked over to Alex, sitting beside him and nuzzling your head into his neck, cuddling up to him and Alex wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and lifted you chin so that he could kiss you. You could taste the last cigarette he had before you woke and you smelled his spicy cologne that you bought him for his birthday.

"Oh, no, we better leave before they start shagging," Jamie said, making a disgust face. You and Alex both held up your middle fingers at him, Nick and Matt laughing. Alex pulled away and you nuzzled back into Alex's neck, closing your eyes.

"You alright, princess?" Alex asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, just ... just a little tired," you said and yawned immediately after making Alex 'aww' in his head. You drifted off into your own world, not paying attention to anyone or what they were saying.

All you knew was that they were talking about what songs they would play on their set list for the gig later. You heard them say something about playing 'When the sun goes down,' 'Brianstorm,' and 'Teddy Picker' but that was about all you heard.

Thirty minutes went by and then the boys got up, including Alex, making you finally open your eyes when your head fell without his shoulder holding your head up.

"Where are you guys going?" you asked, sitting up completely.

"Oh, we're going to the sound check," Alex said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you want to come?"

"Sure, just let me get properly dressed," you said and got up and went to yours and Alex's bag.

"Okay, we'll be outside, love," Alex said, walking outside with the rest of the band.

You reached the part of the bus where your bag was, reaching in it, grabbing some denim shorts and a t-shirt, putting on some shoes and the you walked outside, walking up behind Alex and scaring him. Matt, Nick, and Jamie laughed, Alex on the other hand, did not.

"Not funny," he said.

"Oh, come on, pull the stick out of your ass, it was funny and you know it," you replied, kissing him, making him smile, no longer being slightly mad.

"Okay, you're right. It was funny, princess," he said quietly, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. "We ready to go?" Alex asked the band.

"Yeah, Al. Let me go get Mark," Matt said, quickly telling Mark to come on and Mark grabbed his camera. You all got in the car, just barley enough room for all six of you. You were in between Alex and Jamie, Alex's fingers intertwined with your own. Jamie glanced over to you two and jokingly rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You two better not snog in front of me," he joked. You and Alex laughed and Alex gave you a quick peck on the lips. Jamie made an over exaggerated disgusted face when Alex peppered your face with kisses, your lips, cheeks and forehead and everyone else laughed.

Alex stopped kissing you and laid his head down on your shoulder. "I love you, princess," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your jaw. You rested your head on top of his and you both sat in silence as everyone else talked the entire way there.

Once the car came to a halt at the venue they were playing at, everyone got out, Alex's hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, always desperate to touch you, whether it was by holding hand or laying beside you, he always liked to have some sort of physical contact with you.

You all walked into the venue they were playing at and you sat backstage while they did their sound check. Every now and then during the sound check Alex would look at you and when he stopped singing, he would blow you a kiss.

Even though it was their sound check, they still sounded amazing. Mark was filming them, no doubt for another installment of 'The View From...' videos that Matt was quite fond of doing and were also very fun to film. You laughed when Alex walked over to Jamie and did what you would describe as 'guitar fucking' where Alex was standing over Jamie and played their guitars and made weird faces at each other.

You were kind of sad whenever the sound check ended but you were also happy that you could kiss Alex finally. As soon as he sat down his guitar, he kissed you, his slightly chapped lips moving against your own.

Matt tapped on Alex's shoulder. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough," he said. You and Alex pulled apart.

"Just because you're sad and single doesn't mean that you have to project onto us, Matt," Alex laughed. You couldn't help but laugh as well, Nick and Jamie joining in.

The show didn't start for another four hours so you all decided to play some games - throw the lime down the corridor, cards, but mostly throw the lime down the corridor, that made the hours go by fast.

You hadn't realized how close the time was to when the show was supposed to begin, after a while of playing the game, Alex grabbed you and pulled you into his dressing room.

"Alex," you squealed. He pushed you against the wall and instantly started kissing you, his hands traveling up your body to fondle your breasts through the material of your shirt and bra.

"Alex, stop, you have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said, pushing him away. You immediately missed the feeling of his lips against yours, but you didn't want to be the reason that he wasn't on stage in time.

He sighed and stepped back, grabbing the clothes he was going to perform in, quickly changing all the while you were watching him. Once he finished changing he ran his fingers through his hair, styling it in the mirror. You were jealous of how incredibly good his hair always looked, jealous of how soft and shiny and smooth it was, and how it rarely ever got tangled. His hair was better than yours could ever be, but you didn't mind because he was perfect.

"Do I look good, love?" Alex asked when he noticed you starring at him, chuckling lightly.

"You always look good, Al," you replied, Alex blushed at your compliment, always being an adorable, shy boy.

"Al, come on. We have to go on stage!" Matt yelled from outside his dressing room. You and Alex walked out, hand in hand. Alex grabbed his guitar and kissed you before going up on stage with everyone else.

Just like always, their show was amazing. The way Matt played the drums that made the songs, Alex's absolutely amazing vocals as well as Matt and Nick's backing vocals and Jamie occasionally messing up the cords, but still doing amazing. You couldn't help but sing along sometimes, though your voice didn't compare to Alex's whatsoever.

Your favourite song they played that night though was Do Me A Favour, though you were confused whenever Alex laughed during the saddest part of the song, but the confusion quickly went away when the drums and guitar kicked in.

Though you enjoyed the sound check, you enjoyed the show even more, and you loved the confidence that they all radiated, acting like the coolest people in the world, because they were. You loved hearing the crowd cheer for them - and you also loved the girls yelling at Alex.

"I love you, Alex!"

"You're amazing!"

"You're a fucking amazing singer!"

"Alright, everybody, it's time for us to go. We're gonna leave you with this one," Alex said, seeming sad himself. They started playing D Is For Dangerous, and you were glad they did, it was one of your favourite songs after all.

You got so into the song that you forgot that it was their last song of the night and you were sad whenever they stopped and said goodbye to the crowd. They all walked off stage, leaving their instruments on stage for the next night when they would be performing again.

You stood up and walked over to Alex, his face immediately lighting up when he saw you, grabbing your waist, kissing your temple.

"Did you enjoy the show, princess?" he asked. You nodded and told him that you absolutely loved it and couldn't wait for tomorrow nights show, certain that it would be even better than this one.

You saw the guys talking and wondered what they were talking about. They then walked over to you and Alex.

"So, we're going to out and eat, you guys wanna come?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, or do you guys want to go back to the bus all by yourselves?" Jamie added, him and Matt laughing. You rolled your eyes and Alex looked at you, then back at the guys.

"Nah, I think we'll go," he said, grabbing your hand, walking you to his dressing room to change, the rest of the guys doing the same. Alex wore the blue button up that you'd bought him for his birthday, he wore it every chance he got, it only being special because you had bought it and not anyone else. He quickly stepped into his black jeans and tugged them up, buttoning and zipping them.

You were on your phone most of the time, responding to messages from friends and family who were asking about the show. Alex saying your name snapped you out of your daze and you looked up at him, seeing his adorable, lazy grin that he only did when he was alone with you, not wanting to show it in public in fear of breaking his 'bad boy' persona that he had.

"You're so cute," you smiled, laughing when he made a weird face at you. You wished that he showed his playful and goofy side in public, you thought that his persona wasn't truthful to who he actually was - a shy, quiet, socially awkward, playful romantic boy.

"You ready?" Alex asked, holding his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and he helped you stand up, grabbing his bag that had the clothes he performed in and you both walked out, leaving the building entirely, seeing the guys waiting for you two.

"You guys ready?" Matt asked, leaning on the car, Nick and Jamie getting in it along with Mark in the very back, Jamie sitting where he sat on the way to the venue.

"Yeah," you said. You and Alex then got into the car, sitting in the same spots as before, you in between Alex and Jamie, Alex beside the window.

The drive was full of singing, shitty jokes, and occasionally sneaky kisses between you and Alex. Nick and Jamie ended up arguing about witch soccer team was better and it was fairly funny, Matt even joined in. You couldn't help but laugh when they tried to bring Alex into the argument, though he quickly stopped that, saying that he didn't have a say in it.

You layed your head down on Alex's shoulder for the rest of the drive, holding hands, tuning out the stupid argument going on between the rest of the boys.

The car came to a halt at a restaurant, everyone getting out and walking inside, stopping in the entryway for the band to take a picture with a fan of theirs. You all then walked over to a podium where a waitress was standing.

"How many?" they asked, getting ready to pick up some menus.

"Uh ... six," Matt said, stopping for a moment to count up all of you.

"Okay, right this way," they said, picking up six menus, leading you all to a round table where you all took your seats. The seat beside you was empty, Alex sitting on the other side. The waitress left and soon after another waiter came to take your drink orders, bringing them out not long after.

It was a few more minutes until you all had decided what you were going to order and the waiter was quick to come back and take your orders, rushing it to the kitchen.

The boys somehow got back onto their argument on soccer, their bickering amusing, it was like they were children arguing about what superhero was the best which made it all the more better.

They seemed to be too into the argument to notice that Alex was now much closer to you, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, brushing dangerously close to your clothed clit. You quickly grabbed his hand, reminding him that you were in public. He didn't seem to care though, continuing to rub your thigh, lightly brushing against your clit through the material of your shorts. You held back a gasp and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from you.

He glared at you, grabbing your hand, kissing it. You all talked until your food arrived at the table, though that didn't stop Alex from teasing you again. Whenever the guys were looking away from you two he would whisper dirty things in your ear.

"I can't wait till we get back to the bus."

"You look so hot right now, princess."

You knew that this was either him being horny as always, or it was his gig high that he hadn't shaken off yet. Your second thought was confirmed when he went back to rubbing you thigh, never wanting to do something like this in public, whispering in your ear. "When we get back to the bus, I'm going to fuck you up." That was it, you were gone, couldn't handle his teasing any longer.

"Please, Alex," you said quietly, begging him with your eyes. "As you wish, princess," he said, taking his hand off your thigh. "Hey, guys, I think we're gonna head back to the bus, she's not feeling really well," Alex lied, you playing along.

"Oh, okay, hope you feel better, love," Matt said, drinking his beer. "Thanks, Matt," you said softly, acting as if you were actually not well. You and Alex said your goodbyes to Jamie, Nick, and Mark and then left the restaurant, rushing to get to the bus.

You were both very eagar, more than you could've ever remembered, the ten minute walk taking a little less than five when you began to hurriedly get there, pushing past people so you could get there faster.

As soon as you both reached the bus and got in, Alex pushed you against the wall, attaching his slightly chapped lips to yours, moving in sync with one another. He bit down on your bottom lip, demanding entrance and you complied, his tongue easily fighting yours into submission. He was quick to rid you of your shirt, working on getting your pants off.

Once he rid you of your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties, he grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, to which you did. He carried you to your shared bunk with him. You shuffled out of the rest of your garments before crawling into the top bunk, watching as Alex took off his own clothes, crawling in and laying over you, closing the curtain.

He wasn't in the mood to tease you anymore, too far gone just like yourself. He was quick to give his thick cock a few tugs before he nestled himself between your legs, slowly pushing in, head falling down on your shoulder when he bottomed out, the feeling of your walls stretching to fit his size too much for him.

He let you adjust to his size before starting to move, going slowly, setting a pace of his own liking, though it didn't last long, he couldn't take it anymore, his need to hear you moan for him growing immensely. And it didn't take long before you were a moaning mess for him, fingers knotting in his precious hair that you loved so much.

He began to place wet kisses on your neck, one of his hands coming in between your bodies to rub vigorously on your clit, his other hand the only thing holding all of his weight off of you. You knew that it wouldn't be long until you came undone, his thrusts getting faster and faster, but at the same time sloppier and it was obvious that he wasn't very far off either.

"A-Alex, I'm so close," you whimpered, voice trailing off into a moan as Alex had delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars.

"Come for me, princess," he said, delivering one more hard thrust, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your own orgasm triggering Alex's, his hips stilling, his hot release spurting inside you.

His support arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

"God, I love you," he panted, the both of you coming down from your highs. "I love you too, Al," you responded.

All of a sudden, you heard the bus door open and heard Matt yell yours and Alex's name. You heard him walk over to the bunk and opened the curtain, quickly closing it when he saw you both.

"God, Al, you could've given me a warning," Matt said, walking away. "Jamie, Nick, don't look in their bunk. Trust me, you'll regret it," you heard Matt say in the small lounge room and Nick and Jamie's laughter echoed through the bus.

"Sorry," Alex yelled, pulling out of you with a sigh, the two of you shuffling so that you both could sleep comfortably in the very small bunk. "Goodnight, princess, I love you.

"I love you too, Al."

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i-cant-sing · 4 years ago

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Yandere Rei Hurting Reader Pt2

Yes yes. Its out now. I won't delete this one. Enjoy!

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

It had been so awful at first. So hard for everyone to adjust to the new change. Of course, it was especially difficult for you to adapt to the new circumstances.

When you had first woken up after the unfortunate incident, approximately 3 days later, you didn't expect to be home so soon. You expected- you hoped that you would wake up in the hospital and have them call the authorities. Then again, you also didn't expect never being able to use your eyes again.

Shotou was the first one to notice when you had woken up from your coma. He hadn't left your side since the accident. He jumped from his seat beside you and held the glass of water to your lips when you tried to speak. The family came rushing in when he called for them, announcing that you had woken up. You could hear Fuyumi and her crying tears of joy as Natsuo came to check your vitals. You knew your eyes were bandaged, which was expected because of the hot oil that was poured on them, but when you asked Natsuo when they were coming off, he went silent. Your heart sank when he told you what had happened, how your eyes were fucking fried to the point that the arteries supplying them were also destroyed, which meant they couldn't be replaced, ever.

You screamed a lot that day; you would've cried but you didn't have any tear ducts. You didn't let anyone touch you at first, especially Rei. You would scream, throw yourself away from her if you felt her come near you. Eventually, Natsuo put some sort of tranquilliser into your IV, finally calming you down.

Being blind was hard, you knew that. But you didn't know that it would also be this humiliating. After the accident, they had starting infantalizing you even more, doing the most miniscule things for you.

Shotou would be the first person who greeted you in the morning and usually the last person to put you to bed at night. He would carry you around everywhere you go, telling you its simply unsafe for you to walk on your own. Sure you bumped into the furniture a few times and it was a bit hard maintaining your balance, but that didn't mean you needed him to carry you around everywhere. You had asked him to get you a cane, but he only said "why do you need a stick when you have me? Just tell me where you want to go".

Each morning, Shotou would take you down the stairs to the toilet and more often than not, have Fuyumi come and help you, even for brushing your teeth. Then he would take you to the dining table where everyone is waiting for you. Fuyumi would give your breakfast to Shotou, who would cut it up and feed you. Once you're done eating, you would wait for Shotou to finish his food. During breakfast, everyone would make small talk while you remained quiet. After everyone's finished eating, Fuyumi and Rei would take dishes to sink. You would've helped, but everyone's pretty much forbidden you from entering the kitchen.

Shotou would then carry you either to his room or the living room, where he would turn on the TV and tell you what's happening. But since this always makes you remember how you don't have eyes, he would usually just read you some book. Somehow, they're always about princesses and fairytales. You were getting sick of hearing them.

Fuyumi would later come and fetch you, and take you to your bath. While you would be cleaning yourself, after politely declining help from Fuyumi each time, she would be out preparing your clothes for the day. She would explain to you what you're wearing and how you look, and how she's going to style your hair. As if any of these things mattered to you. But even if they did, its not like you'd have a say in anything.

You still remember the first time you were taking a bath, after finally convincing Fuyumi to let you have the "luxury" to clean yourself up. You finally had some time for yourself, alone and away from the rest of the house. You sank in the warm water in the tub, allowing yourself to relax. The privacy was comforting, but not long lasting, as you felt cold hands touch your shoulders. In an instant, you jumped away screaming. "GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!" Rei tried coming closer to you but you kept on screeching at the top of your lungs, alerting the whole house. "FUYUMI! SHOTOU! GET HER AWAY! SHOTOU GET HER AWAY!" At that point you didn't even care if they saw you nude, they just need to save you from her. The siblings rushed to the bathroom and upon seeing your huddled form in the corner and their mother sobbing, Fuyumi hastily covered you with a towel while Shotou took Rei out of there.

Shotou tried to make you understand that Rei was just trying to help you. That she just missed you and wanted to take care of you. He was basically telling you not to be afraid of her, and that your trauma is not valid. You stopped talking to him after that, only spoke when absolutely necessary.

Natsuo would pick you up after your bath while Fuyumi went to make lunch. He would check your eyes (or lack there of), put on some ointments and replace the bandages with fresh ones. Fuyumi would come with your lunch and after she'd fed you, Natsuo would give you your medicine. They always make you sleepy, so you'd be put down for a nap.

Dabi wasn't always around, but when he was, he was still the asshole he was before. He would move your things to different places, or place stuff in your way so that'd you'd trip (he always caught you before you face planted), all so that you would ask him for help he could get a rise out of you. But you would just sigh and move on.

Enji liked to take you to the garden and read you books and newspapers. It was alright you guess, but you wanted to do something yourself, especially since they still didn't take you out of the house. You had asked him for a Braille, but he only replied "You don't need to stress yourself with that. I'll always be there to read you whatever you want."

If Enji's running late, then Shotou would take you to the swings in the garden, pushing you as he tells what happened at school or with friends. After dinner, you’d be forced to spend some more time with your siblings, before you’d be tucked into bed.

That has been the routine for the past 6 months since your accident. And the family really felt like everything was returning to normal. It was, for them. This is how they always wanted things to happen: you, locked up in the house while they stripped you of all autonomy and infantalized you to the point where it was harming you, both physically and mentally. Your body was growing weak, your muscles got easily fatigued from their lack of use. And the pills Natsuo gave you didn't really help the case. They made you sleepy, and you think they even caused hallucinations since you felt like someone was in your room or someone was playing with your hair.

Even though you were stuck at home all day, you still never talked to Rei. Well she tried, but you would be the one to always flinch away. She wouldn't address herself when she entered your room, but you would still feel her lurking around the corners. And why should you acknowledge her? Especially after what she's done?

Enji wasnt ignorant of your condition. He could see how quiet you had gotten, and how scared you were of Rei. He was getting worried for you. What were you thinking about? Enji knew if he didn't talk to you, things will get worse.

You were sitting by the lounge window with Fuyumi who was telling you about her day. Fuyumi greeted him when he came in the room. "Hey, dad!" Enji nodded. "Fuyumi, would you leave us? I'd like to talk to Y/n." Fuyumi nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead before she left the room, only Enji noticing how you stiffened at her affection. He sat beside you and cleared his throat. "How are you?" "Fine. You?"you softly asked. "I'm good, too. I wanted to talk to you about something. About...your mom." "My mom's dead." Enji cleared his throat. "I meant Rei." "Oh. What about her?" "Why haven't you been talking to her?" You remained silent. “What happened was an accident-” “It wasnt an accident. An accident is spilling milk. Not pouring hot oil in someone’s eyes.” Enji knew this was coming.“She didn’t do it on purpose-” You cut him off again. “She did! She knew exactly what she was doing.” “Why would she do that?” “I don’t know. She hates me or something.” Enji grabbed your hand gently. “You know that's not true. Rei loves you very much and she cares about you a lot.” You didn't say anything. “Do you remember the day you came to our house?” You nodded. “Yeah. It was a few days after my parents funeral.” “Yes. And do you remember what Rei said to you?” You stiffened before nodding again. “She said that she may not be my real mother, but she’ll love me more than anyone ever has and ever will. Always.” “Yes. And has she not? Has she not loved you more than anyone?” You nodded slowly as Enji continued. “Between you and me, she’s always favoured you among all of your siblings.” You smiled at that. “So, are you willing to give your mother a chance?” You paused for a few minutes. “I- I cant.” Enji sighed. “Look. I know you’re scared. I understand. I know you want to blame Rei for what happened, but believe me when I tell you it wasn't her fault. It was an accident.” You shook your head. “And what if another “accident” like that happens again? And what if I dont survive this time? And what if-” Your voice broke down. Enji pulled you into his lap. “It won't. I promise. And if something like that does occur, I’ll be there to stop it.” Enji pressed a kiss to your hair. “I’ll save you. I promise.”

With Enji's persuasion, you had started mending your relationship with Rei again. Sure, you still flinched when she touched you and you were still hesitant to initiate conversations with her, but none of that bothered Rei. You were trusting her again, and she was more than happy to do more on her part to make you comfortable.

And you won't lie, but life was better with Rei. She knew when Dabi or Shotou were becoming too overbearing, or when Natsuo was fussing over you for no reason. She was there to stop Fuyumi from chatting your ear away, and knew when to stop Enji from feeding you too many sweets.

And Enji could see that Rei was sorry for what she did. He saw how she would often massage ointments on your face, her fingers barely tracing the charred area around your eyes before pulling away quickly. And other times, like today, as he stood by your bedroom door, he saw how gentle she was with you as she tucked you into your bed. He kissed his wife once she had left your room. "How are my girls doing?" Enji asked Rei in a hushed voice, not wanting to wake you up. Rei smiled. "Good." They slowly started walking back to their room. "Shes an angel, Enji. So sweet." Enji hummed in agreement. "Can I tell you something?" Enji stopped and turned to face his wife. He raised an eyebrow. "I'm kind of glad what happened...to her." Rei was smiling. "She's so much better like this. So docile now. I...I don't regret what I did, you know?" Enji's blood ran cold. "Rei... dont tell me- you didn't do that on purpose, did you?" Rei nodded, a bit too eagerly. "I know, I know. It wasn't ethical. And if I could, I would've taken away her pain in a heartbeat. But you must agree that its much better now, right?" Enji couldn't believe what Rei was confessing. "I mean, look at her now. She doesn't even try running away. She knows- she feels safer with us, inside." Rei sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I thought that maybe it wouldn't come to this. I thought that after Touya took care of her parents, she'd be a bit more scared to be outside on her own. That's why we told her they died in a car crash." Rei rested her cheek on his chest. "It scares me what I'm willing to do for her, Enji." Enji knew Dabi had something to do with what happened to your parents, but knowing Rei had a hand in it too, or more precisely, she was the one who told Touya to get rid of them. Enji didn't know what to do with this new side of his wife. But he did know he had to keep her hidden from you, so he ushered his wife to their bedroom, not knowing you had already heard them.

You had realised a couple of things that night. One, Rei and Dabi had murdered your parents. Two, Rei pouring the hot oil in your eyes wasn't some sort of psychotic episode. Three, Enji and the others were going to take Rei's side, no matter what.

A few weeks later, your birthday came around. The siblings had left the house to get some things for your birthday party, leaving you in the care of their parents. Rei was in the kitchen cooking up a whole feast for you, while you sat beside Enji in the lounge as he read the newspaper. Enji had already given you your present. It was giant teddy bear with chocolates from Belgium. They were utterly delicious. When you stood up, he asked you where you were going. You pointed at the box of chocolates in your hand. "I'm going to share them with, mom. Unless, thats not okay?"you asked meekly. Enji still wasn't all that comfortable with letting you and Rei be alone, especially after her confession. But... if he doesn't let you go to her alone, you'll always be afraid of her. And its not like Rei will hurt you again, right? Besides, the kitchen is just down the hallway. He's sure nothing will happen. He nodded. "Okay. Should I walk you there?" "No. Its down the hall. I think I'll be fine on my own." Enji then allowed you to go, telling you to call for him if you need anything.

Rei was chopping up some vegetables when she heard your footsteps. She turned around to find you standing just outside the kitchen. "Hey, angel! What are you doing here?" You remained outside the kitchen as you spoke. "I wanted to share these chocolates dad got for me. W-would you like some?" Oh, you're so kind. Rei quickly wiped her hands on a kitchen towel before walking towards you and leading you to the dining room in front of the kitchen. She helped you sit down before taking a seat next to you. "You want me to have your chocolates? But didn't daddy gift them to you?" You bit your lip as you replied. "Well yes, but I- I wanted to share them with you so that I could- I wanted to thank you for taking care of me. And for loving me. I would've gotten you something else but I'm not allowed to go outside..."you mumbled the last sentence, but that didn't matter as Rei quickly hugged you. "Oh honey! You're so sweet!" Rei took a piece of chocolate from the box that you had extended towards her. "And these chocolates are so delicious! Daddy really loves to spoil you, doesnt he?" Rei pinched your cheek gently. You smiled. "I'm glad you liked them. Especially, after all you've done for me. You deserve them more than I do, honestly." Rei stopped at that. "Honey...what are you talking about?" You smiled. "What? Am I not saying the truth? You deserve these chocolates, and all the sweets and flowers and medals for being the best mother." You popped a chocolate into your mouth before continuing. "After all, the criteria is very high. You need to not only have the intent to kill for your child, but you also have to commit murder. Then kidnap your child and force her to bide to your rules. And if she misbehaves, you must punish her as well, right? Because good behaviour gets chocolate," You popped another chocolate into your mouth. "And bad behaviour gets your eyes fried."

Rei just stared at you in disbelief. H-how did you- you didn't hear them talking last night did you? Or did Dabi tell you? Rei stared at you as you ate another piece of chocolate. "I wonder after you've killed me, will you be given chocolates or flowers?" "D-darling, w-what are you saying? I would never hurt you!" You chuckled darkly. "No no. You've done it before and I know you'll do it again. After all, it scares you what you're willing to do for me." You caressed her cheeks, and when you felt her tears, you wiped them. "I'm not saying you have the intention to kill me. No, you'll just hurt me again, another little accident, but this time I won't survive. I just hope you'll bury me somewhere where there's a lot of fresh air, maybe on a hill with a view?" Rei finally broke down at that, falling to her knees as she clung to your legs. "Please! Y/n please forgive me! Please baby, I- I just wanted the best for you. I don't want you to die, I- I promise I'll never hurt you again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Please baby, I'll do anything. Just forgive me!" You sighed. "Anything? I don't think you mean that." Rei nodded her vigorously, tears falling everywhere. "I do! I do! Just tell me what to do!" You tapped your chin, pretending to think. "Bring a knife. A sharp one." Rei's eyes widened. "W-What?" "Well...its only right for you to be punished as well. To atone for your sins, right?" "O-okay." Rei went to the kitchen and brought a big knife with her. "Lock the door." She did as you told her. You extended your palm, waiting for her to place the knife. She did. You stood up, right in front of Rei. You told her to stand against a wall, and she followed. You played with the sharp end if the knife. "I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so bad. I want you to feel the pain, the hell you've put me through." This is it, Rei thought, you're going to kill her. For some reason, she was okay with that. "I want you to know you failed. I want you to know you're a bad mother. A selfish, bad mother." Rei was full on sobbing now. "Look at me. I want you to remember this." And with that you raised the knife before stabbing yourself in the gut, two screams ripping through the manor. Rei shot towards you, her hands trying to pull the knife away. "What did you do?! What did you do?!" Rei was crying. Enji was banging on the locked door for a few seconds before he burned it down and the sight he was met with...was nothing short of a nightmare.

There you layed on the floor, blood sputtering from your mouth, your shirt stained with blood and Rei. Rei, who was hunched over your body, with a bloody knife in her hand, crying out "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!".

Enji rushed towards you, pushing Rei back roughly. You were coughing up blood, your head turned away from him until you felt him touch your face. "D-daddy..."you whimpered out before your breathing came to a stop.

"No. No." Enji quickly gathered your limp body in his arms, running out of the house towards a hospital. He kept on chanting "no", because he didn't want to believe that he failed to protect you.

That he failed to save his daughter, again.

I had 5 different endings in my mind and Idc if this isn't your preferred ending (the ending I had in my mind was something out of Quentin Tarantino's movie). I'm just glad to be done with it.

Anyways, exams are coming up and I'm not going to be posting a lot.

And ill be taking up your follow up questions/asks for this part! I'll also be answering godfather hawks asks now that this part is out.

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dboliklover · 3 years ago

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Breathless Whispers - Shu

My new series. Will take a while to complete (don’t mind the fact I am STILL working on the Easter Smut series). It’s based off an ask I got and is very sinful and I implore everyone who is triggered by the following to NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES. The tags will vary from each entry but “Breathless Whispers” is a SAKAMAKI BROTHERS X STEPMOTHER! READER Smut series. As such Cheating/Adultery and pseudo-incest/stepcest are always going to be included in the chapters.

Tags for this chapter: Stepcest/pseudo-incest, cheating, NTR (Netorare) ((Karlheinz gets cucked)), dub-con (the reader believes she has feelings for Shu), dubiously-consensual implied impregnation, mentions of pregnancy, blood, and my out-of-practice smut writing skills that border on cringe, Happy sex (?)

This is as vanilla as it’s gonna get for this series, methinks. Next chapter it’s Reiji’s turn. ;) Happy sinning ❤

WORD COUNT: 5.8K (11 pages)

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In his life, Shu learnt to try to ignore meaningless things around him and to feel as precious little as possible - he didn’t need to feel, it added no enhancement to his life. To love was to have weakness and those he loved and cared for often ended tragically.

It was only natural that he chose to stick to himself and become a solitary creature after all that he’s been through, was it not? Solitude meant safety. Slowly but surely Shu cut as many emotions away with a metaphorical knife as he could, opting instead to be careless regarding all matters. He didn’t need anyone else, just himself. Only himself.

But there was one emotion that refused to leave, one emotion he would never allow the chance to withdraw from his heart - hatred. Pure, unadulterated loathing towards the man who caused his, his brothers’ and their mothers’ tragedies - Karlheinz. The hatred he felt was coated by a layer of would-be indifference - he knew better than to challenge the man, at least for the meanwhile - memories from the North Pole haunted him still. His father was a cruel, demanding man and Shu felt abhorrence, perhaps it did not reach the hatred felt by some other brothers but it was there and undying.

Karlheinz’s largest sin of all was the pain he caused his mother - the burdens he put onto him were a close second, however. But Beatrix’s suffering still wounded Shu to think about even after so many years had passed. The guilt instilled in him from that time flowed through his veins, unrelenting. His mother had her streaks of emotionally tormenting him but after all she merely wanted to prepare him for a difficult life ahead and Shu missed her presence as demanding as it was. And that was why when his father chose to re-marry yet again, Shu felt nothing but slight pity for the bride but regardless, he felt towards her as he did with most things; wholly indifferent. That was, of course, until he got to know the woman - he recalled the wedding day, it was a boring event and the fact his appearance had to be publicly seen bothered him for he’d much rather be doing anything but - still, he did as told and attended, albeit with minimal effort.

You made for a blushing bride, he couldn’t deny that. Glamorous appearance was hardly something he heeded though, and his father was known for choosing beautiful women as his wives - you knew nothing of the terrible fate that was bound to befall you in the coming months or years. At least all the other wives were long dead, namely Cordelia (whose torments only fed into the neglect his father served his mother, furthering her agonies) so you’d have no other competitors for Karlheinz’s horrid affections. He felt nothing for you, then. But unbeknownst to him, that detachment would not last forever and soon thereafter Karlheinz sent his bride away to live with his sons: what drove his father to such a foolish decision baffled Shu and he felt it somewhat of a ploy, another experiment to conduct. Maybe it was, but then again it only wasted time and energy to speculate on what went through Karlheinz’s mind. But you were their new stepmother, not one of their sacrificial brides; that was made clear, if unspoken. You were not their shared property but the property of the vampire king and it was to be respected, even if you had a puppet authority or no true power over them.

He avoided you at first, in his mind getting to know anyone was worthless; and yet you persisted under the guise of ‘getting to know’ him and the others, wanting a relationship with your new stepsons. None of them really wanted a relationship with you, except for perhaps Reiji who hoped that you’d speak well of him to his father, ever-the-suckup.

You were a vampire of course, although it was surprising to learn that you were not a pureblood as they were. Karlheinz always made his decisions for a reason and he knew the reason for marrying you wasn’t love: therefore must’ve been something else entirely.

Karlheinz was incapable of love.

Gradually he found himself enjoying your attempted affections and voice - you figured out his disposition and chose to talk to him without expecting anything more than grunts and hums in return, knowing he preferred to listen to his music. Even he wasn’t sure at what point in your relationship he started to favour the sound of your melodious voice to his earphones, but it happened and he soon found himself turning down the volume as you spoke about your day if only to listen to your sweet voice far more vividly. He started to seek you out, something...unusual growing in his soul at the sight of you - he began appearing in places you were around the mansion, silently guarding you against the likes of the others (such as Laito). He liked being around you - a feeling he’d lost long ago ever since the “death” of Edgar - true companionship. But it couldn’t last perpetually, as nothing ever could, and those amicable feelings grew until they bloomed into something far darker than protectiveness towards his new stepmother and prospective friend - his heart yearned for you in the most unusual ways. It was troublesome for an overwhelming variety of reasons, primarily because he couldn’t have you. His romantic intentions soon turned to a subtle obsession. He needed to be close to you, always there - watching.

You’d always smile and greet him pleasantly, innocently - how on earth you could be so innocent after centuries’ worth of living on this earth, much less so after marrying Karlheinz, he had no clue. Your naivety and sweet nature brought him to you, made him fall into insanity because of you. It wasn’t instantaneous, things rarely were. Months went by but eventually he could no longer cope, his dreams were haunted by your form and always the exact same: you laid nude, breasts perfect and demure for him to corrupt, moaning out his name like the most delightful song from an ephemeral musical meant only for him. But when he awoke he was alone.

You tempted him without even knowing it but it was only a matter of time before it would come back to haunt you, he couldn’t be expected to have control over his instincts and needs forever and the time came when he finally snapped.

Stepmother or not, he was going to have you. In a way, it served as the most exquisite form of perceived vengeance towards that man - to steal his wife. He was hesitant about how to approach his desire to seduce you, such things were really more of Laito’s expertise, but he’d be damned if he failed to achieve his goals. You were too good for Karlheinz - a kindly thing to the point of intoxication and frustration, too pure for a vampire. He wanted to be the one to fully spoil your spirit, he wouldn’t permit his father to shatter your psyche as he did with all his previous wives. Shu was going to protect you, but in order to do that he first had to take you; claim you for himself. And that’s when he came across the most intriguing sight: your hushed moans of pleasure as your [slender/chubby/elegant] fingers stroked your glistening cunt in your private chambers - the same chambers which were supposed to be blessed in sacred matrimony if only his father hadn’t left you here all alone at the mercy of his ravenous sons. He must’ve assumed such a thing would happen sooner or later, hadn’t he? If not, then...well, Shu couldn’t help but think it his father’s loss from his own folly. “Shu.” Your angelic voice uttered his name - not his father’s, not your husband’s - but his. In your moment of unholy ecstasy, it was him on your mind; thoughts of him that edged you to your bliss. His obsessive passions were returned to him in kind, it seemed, and he couldn’t be more glad.

“Shu?” You questioned the following evening at dusk, that blossom-pink blush dusting your cheeks like an undead Aphrodite, tempting him further into his hidden lustful hunger, “Is...is everything okay? You’ve been staring at me all evening and I just wanted to ask if there’s something wrong-” He sighed, eyes half-lidded as if tired but it was his internal frustration revealed. “There is.” “Oh?” You pouted and fuck, he wanted to bruise your plump lips right there and then until they held his mark. “You really are more trouble than you’re worth,” It was a lie, of course, but he was a guarded man and his words reflected that. “Shu…? What do you mean?” The sadistic aspect of him was fuelled by the subtle distress in your eyes, however, you tried to remain calm, he’d said harsher things and you knew he scarcely ever meant them but something...something seemed so offbeat tonight. No, not just tonight - as of recently, but you couldn’t place a finger on the exact date when things began to change between you.

Your hands were down, pressed together as your thumbs nervously rubbed the other. You just wanted answers. “Heh,” He smirked, “You have no idea how alluring you are, do you?” His tired eyes stared earnestly into your soul and you felt stripped of your integrity. An innocent blush flooded your visage with lecherous embarrassment at such a sensual suggestion, sputtering out various syllables as you rushed to find your footing and speak out in protest of such an inappropriate topic between mother and son - that was what you were, related or not...you were his mother, even if merely by marriage. Guilt clogged your throat up as you thought of your own lust for your stepson, he was only slightly younger than you were and handsome beyond compare (as much as you loathed to admit it, your carnal self preferred Shu’s indescribable silent grace and steely blue eyes to the snowy tresses of his father) and disgust for yourself stung you deeper than a knife dipped in holy water - had he...witnessed your acts of depravity in your chambers? Did he know? “S-Shu, I...I don’t know what you mean,” You were drowning, unable to form proper words, “Don’t.” He cut you off before you could deny what you both knew at that moment. You weren’t as innocent and proper as you made yourself out to be. As you wished to be. No, you were a creature of tainted prurience and Shu was more than happy to play into your fantasies. You paled and nodded, if you were human your heart would’ve surely been palpitating by now. Fear wholly consumed you - would he be disgusted by you - no, he would’ve made that clear by now. Shu hid his thoughts and feelings from others but if he’d felt abhorrent disgust he wouldn’t have chosen to speak to you or indeed even be around you, you trusted that truth if nothing else. But then there was only one explanation for his demeanour, one that made you clench your thighs tight as you stood before him, a woman. He stood from his seat, no longer laying on the windowsill. “You’ve been a terrible wife,” Tears of crimson welled in your eyes while your knees felt weak but you nodded, ashamed. “Yes.” “And a filthy mother,” His harsh breath on your ear and neck made you whimper, “Y...yes,” You stuttered out with another whimpering moan, “Shu please don’t toy with me, I’m sorry I-” Without another sound escaping your painted lips you felt the amorous pressure of your stepson’s kiss, disclosing the intense emotions he returned for you. Your mind screamed at you for your sins and yet you were both inhuman creatures; Perpetuity of faithfulness was boresome and your husband had done little but ignore you and your hopes for a good life. Shu, however, had been there since the beginning of your marriage - even if you’d started out as nothing more than his father’s wife - now you were so much more, immensely more. Your knees buckled as you gave into the kiss, unable to avoid your feelings for him a second longer - you needed him just like this and he needed you too.

Human or not, the inherent wrongness burned your flesh and chest. You’d tried to be a good wife but your husband had practically abandoned you here with his sons bred for him by other women, he’d left you here and did little to even write to you. Loneliness was an obvious side-effect and it was only a matter of time before you would’ve fallen into another’s arms. But your debauchery brought you right into his son’s embrace. A terrible wife indeed.

Shu devoured your moans, swallowing your lust and increasing his own as his ample size grew in the confinements of his pants. “Fuck,” He huffed out as you pulled away from him, blinking. Your thighs burned with a need only he could satisfy. A shy hand wandered down his body towards his growing erection, stroking it from the fabric of his pants. Your efforts were rewarded by the sound of his deep groans. How long had it been since anyone touched you like this? Since you’d been able to make someone feel unutterable pleasure - since anyone made you feel wanted? You had slept with Karlheinz only a couple of times and he failed to sate your inner hunger as Shu was doing with only kisses and loving groans. “You’re playing with fire,” He breathed out, staring at you and sealing you in place. “I...know,” You swallowed thickly, “P-please, I...I need-” “What do you need, whore?” His teasing words of degradation made you feel alive, you were the object of his uttermost attention. His lips traced your neck, licking and gnawing but never piercing, fangs flying over the tender flesh. “You.” The certainty in your otherwise meek voice nearly made him burst right there. He was done restraining himself, pearly fangs sharper than needles pierced your neck as Shu drank the sweet nectar beneath. Your pleasured moans filled the hallways of the Sakamaki manor and he prayed his brothers could hear you wherever they were knowing that he won you. And he was going to keep you. You were going to no longer be just his stepmother - you would be his woman.

The blood, thick and plentiful, dripped down your neck. The droplets were not wasted as his tongue gathered them before they could drip onto the marble flooring. Shu was going to get addicted to this taste - your taste - he was sure of it. This was what you were made for; to belong to him. As he did this you toyed with his pants, unzipping them and releasing his erect cock from its prison, letting it spring free, wet with precum. “Oh fuck,” You whimpered at the sensation, pumping up and down his length. You wanted this, you wanted him so badly. You could feel yourself slowly dripping with clenched thighs. This was wrong - it was revolting - but you couldn’t stop the heat inside you, your inner desires. On your quest to befriend your sons you inadvertently ended up falling in love with one of them and never before had you longed to be held by someone as you did when you were with him.

You wanted to be his, no one else’s. But you couldn’t be, for you already were a taken woman; despite the truth, you wanted to succumb to your immorality; to pretend that, for tonight alone, you were his.

Once he pulled away from your neck Shu chuckled lowly, “You’re such a lewd slut, mother.” You cringed at the name, reminding yourself of the positions between you two and, for a short-lived second, you attempted to pull away except the moment you did he caged in on you, back shoved against the wall with burning eyes glaring at you. “But you’re going to be my slut from now on.” his breath hitched as your hand movements sped up, blushing crimson from your wicked sensuality. You were loving this, in all its sinfulness. “Y-Yes,” You choked out submissively as you brought him to his edge, creamy cum coating your hand and sinking into the fabric of your dress, physically tainting you. It drove you wild.

The sight of you in front of him, dress dripping with his cum made him hard almost instantly as he ordered you to strip for him after he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the empty music room - he didn’t want to be interrupted by any of his bothersome brothers.

“Strip for me.”

You nodded and bit down harshly on your lip, droplets of blood still flowing from your neck at the open puncture wound, staining the white semen-soaked fabric as you unzipped the back and slowly released your hold on it as it fell down your form until you were exposed in only your undergarments, intimate and raw. This was incredibly embarrassing and yet, for him...you didn’t mind humiliating yourself. You were convinced of it, now: you were in love with him. Soft hands twirled around to unclip your bra, feeling as though it wasn’t merely your body which you were exposing to him but your very being as your breasts bounced free from the cups’ confinements, bra forgotten as you threw it down onto the floor, not caring about anything else but him. ‘Don’t do this’, your sanity pleaded but whatever morality may have existed in the cage of your heart was extinguished with a single gaze into his yearning eyes. If you didn’t do this the lack of his touch on your skin would surely drive you insane. You just wanted to be loved, cherished and used.

You were married - and although that sentiment alone should have been enough to snap you out of this sexual haze you were trapped in, it did little to sway your lust-filled judgement. Swallowing nervously your fingers dipped below the strips of your panties, sliding down your silky thighs, pride consumed you as you watched his subtle but intense reactions, the way his thick member twitched in anticipation made you feel powerful for the first time in your life. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. “Come here,” He growled, making you squeal as you nodded like a good little whore and fell onto your knees, crawling over to him - you felt like putting on a show for him, filled with risque concupiscence. If your husband was to ever find out you feared the consequences and despite the dangers, it drove you further into the arms of his eldest son to consider how taboo, how wrong such a union was. There was something unspokenly intimate about this. An intimacy from which you never wished to awaken. As soon as you were at his feet you admired his cock, glistening from residue cum in the moonlight. “Oh God,” You were about to cross a border from which you could never return and it turned you on profoundly to think about how your relationship would develop from here. Opening your mouth, you took his length inside your warmth, (e/c) eyes staring up at him like a sweet gazelle, pumping your head up and down and twisting your tongue around him as you sucked his member with a fierce determination to please. He believed this was the closest to heaven he would ever be; you, his personal fallen angel at his feet, his cock in your mouth.

Shu thought you were perfect just like this; doing all the work as you fucked your mouth on his cock, giving him your all as he sat back, eyes fluttering shut to focus on the pleasure you were providing. You were so good for him, such a pretty girl. Such an ideal woman, his woman. Further lewd commentary fell from his lips as he prompted you on. He wanted you on your knees for him each night, and you would be. He would make sure that things would stay this way forever now he was so close to having you all to himself. Even if it meant having to fight against his father, even if it meant the most intensive of efforts and having to use all the energy he had stored in his muscles - though he’d never utter it aloud, for you he would do anything.

Even if the only way to keep you would be to commit patricide. You were worth it. Just before his release, he pulled your head back by gripping your hair forcefully causing a pained yell to escape from you, your voice full of physical anguish that set off a primal need within his chest. “That’s enough.” He then lifted your chin to look him in the eyes, “Ride me.” You gulped back the juices in your mouth and shakily stood as your thighs were flooded with slick. “Y-Yes I…” You blushed vehemently as you aligned yourself with his cock, sucking in a sharp hiss as you felt the heat of it against your burning cunt. “I want you to make me yours.” Instantly you sat down, thighs clenched as your walls adjusted to the intrusion, making you cry out in ecstasy. Did you seriously almost orgasm simply from having his length inside of you? You couldn’t be blamed - not when your husband had neglected you. But it was going to be all better now that Shu was here to help you. Just as a good stepson should. “Fuck,” He gasped out quietly, breath falling from his chest. You were so fucking tight he could’ve potentially fooled himself into believing you were still virginal. That was, of course, until he reminded himself that his father stole that honour for himself and elicited underlying rage in Shu. With the buck of his hips he drove himself inside you as you cried out his name, holding tightly onto him, arms tied around his neck as you rode him, clumsily moving your hips and revealing your sexual inexperience to him; the knowledge that his father didn’t seem to take any time cherishing your body like this, lewd and sinful, eased him somewhat because it meant he could be the one to make you completely lose your mind and become his perfect little whore.

Maybe he’d even make you his wife, along the way.

His arms held your waist and he lazily guided the movement of your hips. You were insatiable, rapid. He could tell you wanted to go faster but his strong hands consistently ceased your attempts - he was going to force you to take your time, to truly feel the way his cock filled your insides, to ensure your walls would take the shape of his dick.

He wanted you to know that he was superior to his father, that no one could ever please you better. He never felt so attached to anyone prior to you, you did something to him. Something dark. Enchanting. And he was never going to let you go after this. By giving your body to him, you have given yourself in your totality.

Even if you didn’t know it quite yet, or didn’t fully apprehend the consequences sex with him would bring.

Your whines became far more desperate with each blunt thrust. Slow, steady but forceful; Shu’s cock reached into the deepest parts of you, lovingly rubbing your cunt. It was indisputable that he was focused on your enjoyment as much as he was on his - it wasn’t anything like what sex with Karlheinz was like, he was self-gratifying and solely cared about his own high, Shu (much to your surprise) paid attention to your smallest reactions to ensure this was as great for you as it was for him. His fingers delved below and started to mercilessly torment your clit, electricity flying through your spine and cunt clenching as more love juices were produced, soaking his cock and helping to lubricate the thrusts.

He wanted to show you how mindblowing sex with him could be, to show you he could love you in ways no one else ever could. In the eyes of his brothers, especially in Reiji and Ayato’s point-of-view, he was the one who got everything; the golden, careless heir. But they did not and would never understand that he had everything he didn’t want. His entire life the things he truly yearned for were stolen from him, his happiness, his innocence, his friends and beloved companions of human and animal kind; destroyed, ruined, killed. It reared his indifference to the material goods he possessed for they held absolutely no value of their own. And now there was you. You, you, you. Sakamaki Shu knew that, without a single shred of disbelief, he would happily give up all of this if it meant he got to keep you. All the wealth and grandeur and power that his position brought was worthless in comparison to his beloved whore whimpering above him as she impaled herself on his cock.

“S-Shu,” You moaned out into his ear, “Fa...faster, please,” You choked back spit as you made feeble attempts to catch your breath, the intense friction between your joined bodies making it difficult to think. It wasn’t as rough or primal as you initially thought it would be like, it was...better than that, intimate. Was this what they mean when they say sex can be ‘making love’? This closeness between bodies as they become one, the heat and passion in the air and bouncing breasts and thighs clasped around one’s lover? It wasn’t fucking - it was so much more. A proclamation of love, even, though you could never dare and utter that belief out loud. His self-satisfied comments, “Hm,” He playfully paused completely, making your eyes widen as you stared at him with desperation for him to continue, to let you reach your climax. Your nails scratched his back like a needy brat as you cried out pleas, “Please - please Shu, I need you to keep going I-” You swallowed thickly, blinking wildly as your core ached without movement and he kept your hips down, unable to fuck yourself on his dick regardless of how hard you tried. “Say you love me.” “W-What?” You gasped out, sweaty and needy but with enough common sense to know that saying something like that to him - even if it was true - would seal a secret deal between lovers, it would open all the nightmares of your very own Pandora’s Box.

But you loved him - you did, somewhere along the way you became enamoured by your stepson and now he was inside of you, fucking you with a tenderness that made you sure that he must love you, too. “I…” You smiled weakly, genuinely. You pulled back ever-so-slightly, (e/c) eyes sinking into his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that he was finally permitting you to see; he trusted you with his heart, you could see that now. Your hand stroked his cheek, his hard dick still throbbing inside of you (you knew he wanted to keep going but held himself back, resolved to get what he wanted out of you). He melted into the caress, your hands were soft as angel feathers. “I am in love with you, Sakamaki Shu.” Despite the arousal that filled your mind you earnestly tried to convey the true depth of your affections for him and it seemed to awaken the beast of passion as he soon started to bounce you up and down his thick, throbbing member at a speed only vampires could achieve, determined to claim your womb for his own.

It wasn’t hard to notice your maternal longings, your desire to baby the boys despite their inherent aggression towards you all but proved it. And if was a baby you wanted, well...who was he to deny you of that right? His hushed grunts only sent you further into ecstasy - You had the power of feminine sexuality over him and it gave you somewhat of a power rush. It was paradise - not worthless fucking like animals - but true divinity here in his arms, where you felt appreciated and loved and as though you finally had a raison d’etre - You wanted to be his so badly it caused you physical anguish but you were his if only for the moment, connected to him so snugly. “I love you,” You sobbed out as tears welled in your eyes from the intense satisfaction and your own emotions coming to the surface, “I love you, I love you,” Each word sent Shu into a brand new dimension of rapture. You loved him, you loved him - more than anyone else in this world. If binding your bodies together didn’t officially make you his your whimpering confessions just did. The urge to impregnate you with his seed only grew with every passing moment as you mechanically moved in perfect timing to his thrusts, nails once again clawing at his flesh. “That’s a-” He inhaled sharply, stopping mid-moan, “That’s a good girl,” He breathed heavily, you felt so perfect on his dick, his personal cockslut, the love of his life, stepmother and soon; the mother of his children. “F-Fuck you’re going to look...fucking amazing,” He sighed out as he felt your fluttering walls try their hardest to milk him, “When you’re swollen with my troublesome brats, heh…” He could only smugly smile at your immediate reaction to the statement being to clunch down on him, tightening as if your womb was begging him to cum inside, to fertilise your pussy and breed you over and over. “Pregnant?” You exhaled out, teary-eyed as you locked your eyes with him, fucked out to the high heavens with sweat causing your hair to stick to your reddened forehead and lipstick smudged with perky, puffed lips. “Yo-You want to get me pregnant…?” The timidity of your voice betrayed your excitement. Logically you wanted to escape, to push him away and scold him for even suggesting such a thing - you couldn’t become pregnant with his child! It was atrocious enough that you were currently having this affair with him, your stepson, but to be bred by him was in a category all of its own - truly disgusting.

No matter how much your husband neglected you he didn’t deserve to for his wife to not only cheat on him with his own son but to be inseminated by him - but the inner beast within you was wanton, a silent whisper in your mind that tried to persuade you to surrender fully to your hopes for motherhood, to allow this man in front of you, this beautiful vampiric prince, to fill you with his seed and claim you as his bitch, his bride; to be stolen from the man you originally wed and live your eternity as Shu’s whore. “I-...we can’t, Shu! We-” Morals renewed, you tried to get through to him, “Please-” “Shut up.” He ordered and you instantly did as told, being the good girl that you were. “Don’t lie to me. You’re loving the-” He moaned, “-idea of...of my children growing inside of you. I felt you tighten up at the notion, you’re such a fucking lewd woman. My lewd slut.” You hated yourself because you knew he was right; it was true. You wanted this so badly, to give birth to his kin, to feel your uterus painted white with his cum. Primal needs craved relief. “No, we...we can’t, I...don’t…” You choked on your words as he kissed you roughly, his thumb on your clit twirling and pulling until you were unable to form anything more coherent than mindless stutters. “S-Shu! Fuck, fuck, fuck I...I...I love you! I do! I do, please I just...I want-” “What do you want, pretty whore?” “...I want, I w….want your cum! I need it, I need you to fill me up and get me pregnant!” The last remainder of your will crumbled under the pressure of your sudden orgasm. ‘I’m so sorry, Karl…’ you thought bitterly as amazement overtook you, making you screech in the midst of the night in the moonlight, squeezing the lifeforce out of your stepson’s dick. Shu groaned and laughed in dark victory as you came undone around him, biting into his neck instinctively mid-orgasm. The sharp sensation was enough to push him completely over the edge.

Your tongue lapped over his neck, sipping the blood that flowed with delicious fervour as the heat of his semen poured into your deepest depths, coating your womb with his lust. Once you pulled away you felt almost faint from the intensity of your love-making, concupiscence fading as the realisation of what you just did hit you in full force, causing your eyes to open. “Shu..oh fuck, I...we...just--” You squealed and tried to hop off but he kept your hips forced down, still inside your leaking cunt despite slowly growing soft. “No.” Shu was serious, now, eyes grave. “You’re not running away. You,” He exhaled, bringing your lips closer to his, “Are mine.” “Shu-” The distance between your lips was closed as he fought with your tongue. Your heart yearned to return his kiss and despite the inner war ongoing within your soul you did, tongues dancing in the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled away he smiled.

And you felt yourself smile too, hand travelling to the spot below your stomach but above your cunt. “You’re mine now, troublesome woman.” You laughed, nodding and kissed him again. The conflict within you wouldn’t fade, and you were terrified of what might happen now to yourself and to Shu. But maybe it won’t be that bad. It was only one time - you can surely find some form of birth control to ingest before the next time, and he’d never have to know. It was...one time, so you shouldn’t get pregnant this time...right?

Somehow you felt proud - proud to have his cum flowing from your core, to know it’s his seed that potentially is currently fertilising you and not your husband’s. You did feel authentically guilty but the guilt made you more aroused. Karlheinz didn’t deserve...this and despite that here you were, and the worst part was you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop anytime soon, there was no point in vowing to yourself that this would be the ‘last time’ because you knew that the moment he came inside you you were already addicted to him. The child of your lover...realistically it was an awful, unspeakable idea but a sense within you wanted to go through with it, to allow yourself fertility, to fully become his.

Little did you know you would have no choice in the matter.

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Brahms the Boy

Brahms Heelshire x reader

Word Count: 3097

Warnings: Violence, Death, Cole

When I was asked to accompany Greta with her new babysitting job, the last thing I expected was to find a doll that we would be looking after.

I didn’t dare question why we had to look after a porcelain doll because I felt it would be rude to ask, and besides, this just makes everything easier for us.

The house was lovely, slightly creepy, but lovely none of the less. It was a big house for an elderly couple and sometimes I felt so alone, minus the constant feeling of someone watching me.

Every now and then I would here creaks in the walls, but I would brush them off being the fact that the house was quite old.

We were given a set of rules that we were to follow, most of them were okay. I didn’t know how I felt about rule number 4 and rule number 10, never cover Brahms’ face and kiss goodnight.

After finding out that Brahms was capable of moving on his own, I was beginning to be more cautious on the things I did, always keeping an eye out.

“Tell Greta to think about us getting back together.” Cole pleads. I was pulled aside so Cole could convince me to talk to Greta about their, long gone, relationship. “I love her, I really do.”

“She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on.” I reply calmly. I noticed that the more I denied his pleas, the more he was getting angry.

I wince as he grabs a hold of my arm and pulls me close. “You better hope that she wants to get back with me, because if not, she’ll be saying good-bye to you too.” He threatens.

He lets go of my arm and allows me to walk away.

Greta was standing outside of the room, holding onto Brahms. “He wants to talk with you.” I mumbled. I covered my arm behind my back before reaching for Brahms.

I hold onto Brahms tightly as I wait for Greta and Cole to finish their conversation. “Why can’t he just leave her alone.” I whisper to Brahms. “I just wish he would leave.”

Cole was never a personal favourite, for obvious reasons, but I never had the heart to tell Greta all the horrible things he would say to me. She always seemed so in love, and I didn’t want to ruin that for her.

I walk up the stairs and into Brahms room where I lay him down on his bed. I do the usual routine where I tuck Brahms into his bed and left with a goodnight kiss before I walked back to my own room and went to bed.

I was awoken when I heard calls from downstairs, I instantly shot out of bed and ran down. “Greta!” Greta was ahead of me as she entered the room that Cole was staying in. “Get in here.” Cole grabs Greta by the arm and pulls her into the room, me following behind her. “What is this?” We were met with the words ‘get out’ written in, what I could only assume, was blood. “Was this you?”

“I didn’t do that.” My eyes land on Brahms sitting in a chair, directly underneath the message.

“Brahms.” I mutter. I rush over to Brahms where I pick him up and keep him close to me, making sure Cole can’t get to him.

“The doll wrote this? How do we know it wasn’t your psycho bitch friend?” Cole points a finger at me as he scowls. This doesn’t work in his favour as Greta comes over to me and stands beside me. “Ok, fine. It wasn’t either of you. It was the doll.”

With each word, Cole takes a step forward until he’s directly in front of us. “Give me the doll.” I shake my head at his demand and the second he takes another step, I take off running out of the room, tugging Greta to follow along.

“It was me; I swear. Just don’t touch Brahms.”

My lack of direction caused me to end up cornering us in a room as Cole blocked the door. “Give me the doll!” He launches himself forward and grabs Brahms by the legs, shoving me backwards to I hit Greta.

I fall to the ground from the shove, and Malcolm comes running in. “Hey! Get your things and get out of here!” He shouts at Cole.

With the help of Greta, I am able to get back onto my feet and my eyes lock onto Brahms who was being swung around carelessly by Cole. “You know, everyone just seems to be in a big hurry for me to leave. Maybe-” He turns to Malcolm. “Maybe you left that message for me. Huh? Or are you gonna say it was the doll too?”

“Just put Brahms down and we can talk about this.” I attempt to get Cole to leave Brahms alone, but it’s no use.

“Cole, you don’t understand-”

“No, I think I understand exactly what’s going on here. What’s so special about this doll?”

As I go to take a step towards Cole and reach for Brahms, Cole raises Brahms up and swings him back down, causing the doll to hit the edge of a chair and shatter into pieces. The ashes from the doll fly up and I am left in shock. “Brahms.” I mumble.

Suddenly, from inside the walls, we could hear the sound of movement. There were creaks and bangs as well as the lights beginning to flicker. “We need to leave.”

It was as if someone was walking through the walls as everything stopped when it reached a mirror. Cole approaches the mirror and puts his ear to it, in order to hear what’s inside. “We should really go.” Malcolm places a hand on both Greta and me.

“There’s something-” The glass smashes in Cole’s face as he is sent flying back, hitting the ground right in front of us, but that wasn’t what I was focused on.

I was focused on the figure that stood behind the mirror. “Y/n?” My eyes widen as I hear my name being called. “Y/n? Are you okay?” A hand comes out from the mirror followed by the person behind it.

The man hidden behind a mask comes out from the mirror and stands to his full height, towering over Cole who was on the floor in front of him. “Is that-” I begin, but I am cut off by Malcolm.

“It’s Brahms.”

“It can’t be.”

Malcolm runs forward to block Brahms from getting to Cole, but he shoved a way and instead takes a hit to the side of the head with a broken stick of wood.

The man then turns his attention back to Cole and gets on top of him. “Brahms!” I try to stop Brahms from hitting Cole, but once again I find myself on the floor. “Brahms, stop it!” I cry.

Brahms then proceeds to pick up a broken piece from the doll and stabs it straight into Cole’s neck. Blood spills out from the wound and my ears are filled with a chocking sound from Cole.

I stare in shock at the sight in front of me. “Y/n!” My head snaps towards where Greta was standing as she calls me over. This gains Brahms’ attention as he wraps his arms around me and holds me back.

“No!’ I hear his childlike voice whimper. A bit of me broke when I heard him say that, but he also just killed a man right in front of me. "Please, no.”

“Brahms, let her go!” Brahms’ arms tighten around me as he pulls me close.

Brahms’ turn us around and walks us towards the open spot in the wall.

I hear the sound of someone getting hit and then Brahms’ arms loosen around me, and I yanked out of his grip.

Greta holds on as we run up the stairs and into her room that she was staying in. By now I was breathing heavily, whether it was from the amount of running I have done today, or because of how terrified I am, I wasn’t too sure.

Malcolm frantically runs around the room as he looks for a way of escaping. “Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt us.” The door handle then begins to rattle as Brahms tries to get in.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he just killed Cole.” Greta replies. The rattling stops and we start hearing the creaking from inside the wall. “The closet!” Greta runs over to the door and slams it shut. I assist Greta in holding the door shut as Malcolm looks around the room.

A plank from the door is smashed in and Brahms’ arm comes through, grabbing a hold of me again. My hand reaches up to release myself from the hold, and as my hand connects with Brahms, I feel him go tense.

The door opens and Brahms is met with a hit in the face, or mask, from Malcolm who was holding a telephone.

We are, once again, running out of the room and heading into another. “Look.” I point over to the hole in the wall. “We can go through there.” I take the lead as we run through the inside of the wall.

We dodge past pipes and chunks in of the wall that is sticking out.

We find ourselves in a whole new room that looks to be where Brahms has been staying. It was messy and the room smelt foul.

I recognise some things in the room that were once mine, for example, bits of jewellery, notes, and even some clothes. “Y/n, over here.” Greta was standing by a bed, and it was then that I saw the makeshift doll that was wearing a dress of mine that I had lost. The had been decorated with all things that I had lost over the time that I was staying here, and I didn’t miss the magazines and tissues that were scrunched up around the doll.

Beside the bed, and on the nightstand, was a piece of paper. On the paper had the words 'I love you Y/n.’ I didn’t know how to feel about that. Whether I should be flattered, or absolutely mortified at how creepy this all was.

“We will not be back, the girl is yours now, to love and keep.” Greta was reading another piece of paper that she had found. “They were never coming back. He’s been living in the walls this whole time, watching us, or more Y/n. They knew.” Malcolm comes down and guides us to the exit.

I take one last look back at the room before I leave.

We climb down the ladder and quietly make our way out, the only source of light being from the gaps between the wooden planks.

We are stopped when the wall comes caving in and Brahms falls down on top of Malcolm. Brahms is kicked in the face causing him to fall backwards, this way we could drag Malcolm up to his feet.

I feel an ounce of excitement when we end up finding a door that would take us outside, but I also felt sad. I didn’t want to leave this house; I grew attached in such little amount of time.

“It’s locked.” Greta shoves herself into the door in order to open it, but I am too distracted by what is about to come.

Malcolm shoves past me and is tackled to the ground by Brahms.

Fists are swung left to right, but in the end Brahms is the one that comes out on top as he smashes Malcolm’s head into the ground.

“Y/n!” The child voice breaks through. “Y/n!” Brahms’ head turns towards me as I watch his eyes behind the mask. They light up when we make eye contact, something that made me melt inside. “I’ll be good, I promise.” He peers through the pipes.

I look back at Greta who was still desperately trying to make an escape. “Please, Y/n. Don’t leave me.” Brahms begs. Greta shakes her head at me, and I send her a small smile.

“Go, I’ll stay.”

“What? Y/n, no!” I keep my eyes locked with her, but I don’t bother saying anything. “Okay but be safe.” Greta gets the door unlocked and runs out.

I turn back to Brahms who held his hand out towards me. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” He says innocently. I hesitantly place my hand in his and he gently helps me out.

My eyes stray everywhere else but Brahms and Malcolm, who I wasn’t even sure if he was alive at this point. “Thank you, Y/n. You’re the only person that wouldn’t leave me.” Brahms speaks.

I didn’t know if he’s child voice made the situation better or worse, when he spoke, I felt as if he wouldn’t hurt me, or anyone for that matter, but by the two bodies lying on the ground, I knew that I was far from right.

“I told you I wouldn’t leave you.” I remember all the times where I had whispered to the doll Brahms, that I would never leave him alone. “But it’s bedtime, and you know the rules.” His shoulders drop as he nods his head.

Brahms guides me through the confined space in the walls and even helps me step over bits that are sticking out of the floor. “I love you, Y/n. You will never leave me.” Brahms whispers. I silently nod along in agreement and then we are finally out of the small gap and are in Brahms’ room.

I walk over to the bed and lift the covers. “Lay down.” I order. He follows along with what I say and keeps his arms tucked underneath the blanket. Behind the mask, his eyes follow my every movement. “Good boy Brahms, now go to sleep.”

“Kiss?” He mumbles.

I debate on whether I should actually do what he says, but since he was following the rules, the most I could do was follow them too, even if he didn’t necessarily deserve it.

I slowly lean down until I am right above Brahms’, his eyes were piercing through me. I place a gentle kiss right beside the lips of his mask before I pull away, only to be stopped when Brahms’ sits up.

He doesn’t say anything, but instead releases his arms out from underneath the covers and pulls me back down to him in an awkward kiss.

The porcelain lips were cold against my own, and I was unsure of what to do.

I place my hands on Brahms’ shoulders and push him down. “Go to sleep Brahms.” I smile. I watch as his eyes close and then I walk out of the room, flicking the light off along the way.

I walk back downstairs to see Greta walking back in. “Y/n!” She runs towards me and pulls me in for a hug. “You’re okay.” She checks over my body.

“I’m fine but listen. I’m gonna stay.” I tell Greta. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at me with confusion.

“No, Y/n. You’ll-”

“Get Malcolm and leave. I’ll be okay, I promise.” Her eyes held a sense of sadness in them as they glossed over with tears. “He won’t hurt me; he just wants someone to stay with him. I’ll call you often, don’t worry about me, and don’t go to the police about this, please.” I explain.

It took Greta some time, but she eventually ended up giving in. “Okay, I won’t go to the police, but as soon as I feel that something has happened, I will be storming up that footpath, with murder on my mind, you hear me?” I nod my head at her threat.

“Let’s go get Malcolm, and check if he’s fine, I’m not even sure if he’s alive.” I lead Greta up to the room that I knew would lead us down to Malcolm, the only problem is that that was the same room that Brahms was in. I peak my head in the room to see that he was now sitting up right, staring over at us.

As soon as he sees Greta he stands up and reaches for a weapon. “Wait, Brahms!” I run forward and stop him from grabbing something. “She’s going to get Malcolm and then she’s going to leave.” Brahms eyes Greta with a look of anger. “They won’t bother us any longer.” His eyes snap down to mine and then he nods his head, pointing over at the trap door that leads us to the wall. “I will stay, I promise.” Brahms gets back into his bed, and I take Greta with me through the walls.

When we stumble across Malcolm, he was just waking up as he rubs the back of his head. “Malcolm!” Greta greets Malcolm with a hug as she checks his wounds.

“Are you girls alright? Where’s Brahms?”

“We’re fine, but Y/n, she’s going to stay here, with Brahms.” Greta tells Malcolm. He looks over at me like I was some crazy girl, which I couldn’t blame him for.

“Are you out of your mind? He’ll hurt you.”

“Then I’ll be the only one to blame. Look, I don’t want to leave him alone again, he doesn’t have his parents anymore. He needs someone.”

“That’s not your job to keep him company, he is a sick person who needs help-” I interrupt Malcolm before he can continue with his insults.

“I want to stay, Malcolm, and that’s that. Leave while you still have a chance.” The door to the outside was still left wide open from when Greta had run through, leaving them with the perfect opportunity to make their escape. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Greta.”

“Yeah, if you’re still alive.” Malcolm mumbles. He crawls out the door leaving myself and Greta alone.

“Be safe Y/n, please.” We exchange a hug before she takes off behind Malcolm and I shut the door, letting out a sigh as I do so.

I take my time walking back and when I finally reach Brahms’ room, he was standing up and waiting. “You took too long, I got scared.” He whimpers.

Brahms’ fiddles with his hands as he stands across the room from me. “How about you sleep in my bed tonight?” I’m not sure why I decided to say that, but the look in Brahms’ eyes was enough to make me not regret the offer.

He was happy, so, so was I.

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Heart-Shaped Box💟9/End

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), forced pregnancy, some violence, intimidation, some elements untagged for sake of plot.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Sister Series: Get Your Fix

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Finally finishing this one up. Sorry it took me ages but I’m doing my best to go back and wrap up whatever I can.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Bucky pulled out of you as he held your head down, bouncing the bed beneath you as he pushed himself onto his back. You panted as your sweat dampened the sheet beneath you and he leaked between your thighs. You winced as you rolled onto your side and slowly sat up.

He had you whining loud enough that you had no doubt your guests heard it all. It only seemed to encourage his partner-in-crime as you soon heard a similar scene on the other side of the wall. You were sickened by that noise and stood warily as you cupped your hand over your cunt and scooped up his cum before it could drip onto the floor.

“I told you to keep it down,” he snickered and sat up, his muscled back to you as he stretched his arms above him, “get the shower started, I’ll be in shortly. You girls have a lot of work to do today.”

You grumbled and dragged your feet to the attached bathroom. The low buzz of the pipes filled the silence and you stepped under the steamy water. The moment of calm broke sharply as Bucky appeared from the other side of the curtain and stepped in behind you. He had you clean him with a lathered loofah and you bore it only for the eventuality of time away from him.

The other woman meant you wouldn’t be trapped with just him. It was little help or hope but it was better than your former solitary torture.

You dressed in black dress with daisies and made yourself look like his perfect housewife. You couldn’t hold the smile and make him believe it all the way but he wouldn’t anyway. He flicked your chin and clicked his tongue.

“Mmm, you’re getting there,” he mused as he dropped his hand and reached around to slap your ass, “better go get breakfast on. I’ll check in on our guests.” He squeezed and winked, “be a good girl.”

Those words made your insides curdled but you swallowed your disgust and nodded, “yes, sir.”

He stepped out behind you and watched you go down the hall to the stairs and you heard him knock on the door as you descended. You went to the kitchen and pulled out the frying pan and the coconut oil. You lined up the ingredients for crepes on the counter and took two bananas from the yellow bunch. Your mother used to make the oversweet delicacy and you needed a reminder that you were still that girl.

You stopped as you searched for something to keep the crepes warm after you assembled them, a lid that could fit over the plate or something akin to it. The lower cupboards you rarely opened. Bucky left the cleaning supplies on the counter with your chore list every day and you never bothered to look for anything else.

You stopped and stared at the drain cleaner and the can of toxic oven spray. Well, that wouldn’t be subtle enough, would it? They’d smell either of those a mile away. Anything under the counter would be easily discovered but it did give you an idea.

You closed the wooden door and went back to your task. You heard the voices in the next room and the scrape of the chairs on the floor. Steve’s girl appeared in the doorway, rubbing her stomach as her face contorted.

“Smells sweet,” she said as you simmered the bananas with brown sugar, cinnamon, and a little butter, “almost too sweet.”

“Morning sickness?” you asked innocently.

“All the time sickness,” she sighed, “anything I can help with?”

“Do you know how to make crepes?” you asked as you whisked the batter.

“Not really,” she shrugged, “but I can learn.”

“It’s easy. Takes less than a minute,” you waved her over and tested the temperature of the pan with a flick of water, “so you wanna put just a little batter in…” you ladled in a careful dollop and lifted the pan, “you spread it like this,” you tilted it so the batter spread all around, “you just use the spatula a little on the edges to make sure they don’t stick and you flip.”

It was like second nature and she nodded quietly as she watched. The crepe cooked quickly and you threw it onto a plate and put the pan back to the burner.

“You think you can handle that?” you covered the plate with the lid of a pat to keep it warm. “Then we put some of the bananas and wrap them, bit of cream on top and some icing sugar…”

“You like to cook?” she wondered as she added batter to the hot pan.

“Not particularly, but my mother taught me,” you shrugged, “she can cook anything.”

“Oh,” she flipped the crepe and glanced at the door, “I suppose… it keeps him happy.”

“He’s never happy,” you murmured and cleared your throat, “so, you must be excited to move in!”

“I guess,” she slid the crepe onto the plate as you lifted the foggy lid, “you know how it is.”

You smiled and she tilted her head as she squinted at you. You went to the drawer where there was a box of blank recipe cards and continued speaking as you fished out a pencil from another.

“It’s always nice to get settled,” you said as you wrote, ‘they can hear us’.

“I suppose, nice to be in one place,” she replied stiffly as her features relaxed.

‘I have a plan,’ you wrote and raised your voice just slightly, “oh, you know, we didn’t even get you a housewarming gift. I’ll have to remind James.”

You went to the burner and held out the card under the coil until it caught. You threw it into the sink and watched it burn and curl. You ran water over it as it turned to ash and washed it away. You nudged the bowl towards her and leaned on the counter, “need help with that?”

“No,” she said as she started again, “I’m getting the hang of it.”

💟

You looked around the front room of the house next door. Steve’s girl opened one of the stacked boxes. For once, the men were gone and you could just enjoy their absence.

Bucky agreed that a gift was in order and Steve had mentioned wanting to explore their new hometown. You tried not to seem eager but even the small walk across the lawns enlivened you. How long had it been since you’d been outside?

You started with the pictures. You left the frames in a stack as she assured you Steve would put the nails in and hang them. Then you moved onto the kitchenware and you kept her from lifting the heavy box of dishes. She seemed to forget about her condition and the reminder made her frown.

You stood behind the counter and set the dishes in the cupboards one at a time, the plates clacking one on top of each other. She watched from the other side as she arranged the silverware in the plastic tray.

“Can you do me a favour?” you asked as you kept on.

“What?” she asked as she dropped a butter knife with the rest.

“I know they’ve locked us in but can you check the garage door? Can we get in there?” you asked evenly.

“What?” she blinked and pushed herself straight, “even if we can, they won’t have been stupid enough--”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. I know we can’t get out that way either. It’s the same at our house. Everything is bolted up tight.” You assured her, “just go and check while I get these sorted.”

She left you and you snapped shut the door and finished with the utensils. You slid the tray into the drawer as she returned, rubbing her stomach.

“Yeah, we can get in but it’s mostly empty,” she said, “so…”

“Mostly empty?”

“Yeah, just the car--”

“The car,” you rounded the counter and curled two fingers for her to follow you.

You headed for the plain white door that led to the garage. You hopped down the steps as she remained at the top and watched you tentatively. You went to the car as she crossed her arms.

“He took the keys,” she said.

You tried the handle and the door opened. “I know,” you said as you put a knee in the front seat and peered into the back. Nothing.

You felt around under the dash and found the lever for the trunk. You pulled it and it popped. You shut the door and went around the back of the car. You felt around the spare tire and your hand felt something plastic. You grabbed the handle of the half-filled jug and pulled it out.

“Hey,” you held up the bright blue anti-freeze, “do you wanna cook dinner here tonight? A housewarming dinner?”

Her brows knitted and she gave a long blink. Her lips parted then curved.

“You can’t mean--” she let out a scoff.

“It’s sweet. Hopefully they won’t notice if I add enough sugar to the cake,” you breathed, “we can’t let them settle. This is our chance.”

“I don’t-- I don’t know. What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we’re still in the same boat,” you turned your free hand out, “that man has drugged me for months. I think it’s only fair that he gets a taste of his own medicine.”

She swallowed and looked down at her stomach. She inhaled and cradled her bump. “It can’t get worse than this, can it?”

💟

You spent the day unpacking, the distraction not much of one as you thought of the bottle you hid at the back of the cupboard. By the time the men returned, you were ready to move onto the second floor.

Bucky offered a bottle of non-alcoholic wine and basket of expensive macarons as your gift to your new neighbours. He forced a kiss from you before he let you follow Steve’s girl upstairs.

You sat in the bedroom and heard the men ascend shortly after. You peeked in on them as you opened the linen closet to shove in the spare sheets. They were hammering together a crib. You knocked lightly on the doorframe as you watched them.

“Huh, what’s going on?” Bucky looked up from the directions.

“Um, we were just… thinking, we could have dinner here tonight? A little housewarmer? I could grab some ingredients from ours--”

“Give me a list, I’ll grab it,” Bucky puffed as he bent to help hold the rail in place for Steve, “that sound okay?”

“Fine by me,” Steve smiled, “it’ll be nice to have our feet on solid ground.”

You left them and returned to your only ally as she sat on the bed and stared at a packet of pills. She crushed it in her grasp and huffed. She flicked away tears with her knuckles. She tossed them over her shoulder.

“He kept them,” she snarled, “it’s like he’s mocking me.”

“What?” you neared her and sat carefully beside her.

“I never… I worked with him, you know? He brought me these drinks and I didn’t realise he was dosing them. The stuff, it made me itchy… it made me so hot and I just needed anything. I hopped on him I was so desperate and-- I told him to stay away. I realised what he’d done and I told him to leave me alone and you know what he did,” she crossed her arms over her stomach.

“No, I--” you touched her elbow.

“He broke into my apartment and replaced my pills. And he didn’t leave me alone,” she spat, “he did this all and he still has the goddamn pills like they’re some sort of trophy.”

She hung her head and grunted in frustration. You leaned against her and put your arm over her shoulders. She let you and the tension drained from her body.

“Even if we get out…” she whispered, “I’ll always have this piece of him.”

She pressed her palms to her stomach and you frowned. There was nothing you could do or say. You’d been lucky so far, even if it only fed your suffering. You didn’t have another life to worry about.

“We don’t have to if--”

“I want to,” she hissed lowly, “I want him dead.”

💟

Usually, you tasted the icing and licked the spoon. Not that night. The blue shade of the frosting was anything but suspicious as you spread it over the fluffy cake. It was a perfect disguise. You topped it with blueberries to add to the theme and dusted on a few coloured sprinkles. You stood back and admired your work as the smell of garlic filled the kitchen.

“I know it’s not much,” Steve’s girl said as she stirred the sauce, “but it’s what I can manage.”

“I’m sure it’s great,” you said as you took the meatballs of the burner and tested the spaghetti, “noodles are perfect.”

You strained the pasta and helped pour the meatballs into the sauce. You mixed it up and poured it into a large glass dish and the noodles into another. You brought them out to the table and called the men to dinner before you fetched the wine, both alcoholic and not.

Steve’s girl sat as you poured a glass for each of you and the men sat. You set the bottle down and nestled in next to Bucky as he served himself. When the plates were full, the other woman nudged Steve and whispered in his ear.

He cleared his throat and stood, “um, I know it’s just us but I guess I should say thank you for all the help and we’re excited to be neighbours… can’t wait for the kids to be running around these halls together.”

“Mmm,” Bucky lifted his glass, “hopefully…” he muttered doubtfully and looked at you, “that better be what she’s having,” he nodded to your glass.

You held it out for him to sniff and he gave you a sour look. He tutted and sat back to twirl noodles around his fork as he set aside his glass. You took a sip of the gutless wine and speared a meatball on your tines. You chewed and looked at Steve’s girl. She let Steve rub her thigh under the table and forced a smile.

She was playing it well and you felt as if you would fall apart. You felt as if Bucky would see right through you the minute you walked in with the cake. What would he do then? Steve couldn’t hurt his girl, she had the baby, but you, Bucky could replace you still. Maybe that was for the best but it didn’t mean you weren’t scared shitless.

You cleared the plates and retreated to the kitchen. Just you. You’d gone over it, you didn’t want them to catch on. You didn’t get too close with them around, you acted like strangers, you really were after all.

You sliced the cake into careful portions and came out with two plates at a time. You put them in front of each chair and sat. As you did, Steve’s girl covered her mouth and gagged. She pushed herself up unsteadily.

“Honey?” Steve asked as he rubbed her lower back.

“It’s the baby I--” she gulped sickeningly, “I gotta--”

She rushed out and Steve gave a look, “nausea. It’s been like this for weeks.”

“I’m going to make sure she’s okay,” you stood, “go ahead and start without us.”

You went down the hall and as you neared the bathroom, Steve’s girl opened the door and pulled you inside. She looked genuinely sick and you smelled vomit on her breath. She turned and rinsed her mouth and shuddered.

“I didn’t actually feel sick until I got in here,” she wiped her face with the hand cloth, “when I realised--”

“Everything’s in the trunk,” you assured her, “once they’re out, we get the keys and go.”

“How do we know--”

“Retch,” you hissed, “we wait until we’re sure.”

She gave an exaggerated hurl and you heard the clink of porcelain and silver and the drone of voices. You listened through the door as she watched you in the tight space of the half-bath.

“I’m thinking about getting her an… exam,” Bucky’s deep tone carried, “maybe she can’t…”

You let out the breath you were holding and closed your eyes. Just a little longer.

When you heard a sudden lull, your eyes rounded and you turned the handle and let yourself out into the hall. She crept close behind as you peered through the open archway. Both men had their faces on their plates in the crumbs of vanilla cake and smears of blue icing.

“Let’s go,” you went to Steve and shoved your hand into his pocket, “shit, they’re not here.”

“Here!” she pulled her hand from his jacket hung on the rack, “you think they’re dead?”

You looked from one to the other and shakily felt along Steve’s neck. “Still a pulse. I think maybe… they’re only knocked out.”

“The serum,” she shook her head, “means we have to go quick.”

You hurried after her and followed her down into the garage. She climbed into the driver’s seat and moved it back as her stomach pressed to the wheel. You got in the other side as your body trembled with adrenaline. She hit the button attached to the keys and the door slowly raised behind her.

As she reversed, you felt a sudden shock around your neck and yiped. You’d forgotten entirely about the necklace. She stopped suddenly and watched you writhe in agony.

“Shit, shit,” you leaned forward until the shock stopped, “the necklace.”

“Fuck,” she reached for it and you batted her away.

“No, you’ll get zapped,” you gasped as you pulled on it desperately. It was too tight to get past your chin but too strong to snap.

She took the keys out and tossed them in your lap. You lifted them and twisted the necklace around the house key but there was no give. You sobbed and dropped your hand.

“I can’t,” you looked at the bent key, “you gotta go without me.”

“What? No, I can’t--”

“You have a baby,” you said as tears burned in your eyes and your throat tightened, “go, please.” You dropped the keys on the dash and opened the door. “I can’t--”

“No, you have to come with me,” she begged.

“No, you have to go before they wake up,” you got out as you grasped your neck, the searing pain still hot on your flesh, “I’ll… I’ll survive. I have this far.”

“N--”

“Shut up!” you slammed the door and hit the hood, “go!”

She stared at you and her lip quivered. She gave you one last sad look and grabbed the keys. She sniffed as she gripped the wheel and backed out down the drive.

You fell to your knees and sat back on your ass as you watched her drive away. You shook your head and held it in your hands as you sat behind the invisible wall of your prison.

The tires screamed at the end of the street and the noise of the engine faded into the distance. You laid on your back across the concrete and covered your face with your arm. At least you could live with knowing you got her out. Well, you couldn’t really say you’d be living. You’d be alive but little more than that.

But you’d survive knowing that you kept one person from that pitiful fate. Even if it wasn’t you. Even if you knew that you would pay for it in the end. Even when those men woke up and found you laying in the garage, the sweet flavour of antifreeze on their tongues as the bile of their anger overflowed and drowned you.

You couldn’t do anything but wait. If you were lucky, they might just kill you and that in itself would be freedom.

💟 💟 💟

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