#feast for the ears and eyes everytime

[ishikawayukis]

jay b [lee mujin service]

[yokoluvv]

THINKING ABOUT...

the cute lil stalker who you met a few weeks ago, who seemed to take his part and leave after what happened last time, who you thought wouldn't be after your tail anymore.

you didn't think much of it, didn't really care, a one time thing. what you didn't expect was seeing him talking to your boss, with a uniform that was too much like yours. what a pesky bug.

it could be bearable, you thought; he was a feast for the eyes and didn't talk much, just doing his part of the work, occasionally slipping glances at you. over time he became a bit more... bolder, if you could call it that.

he started standing closer to you, sitting closer to you. wearing clothes that were not designed for the work enviroment, dropping an abnormal amount of pens; but you doubted your boss (or frankly anyone) minded it much. you didn't.

he was maddening, and he knew that, but if you cave in and gave him what he wanted, another confrontment, he would win. and you could work with a bit of challenge. so you ignored his thight tops, mini shorts that barely covered anything; ignored his bumpings and pretty big eyes.

and the pretty thing noticed that too. because how could he not when he got cornered everytime he went to the bathroom, when everybody except you were touching and groping him? he didn't want their filthy hands on him, they were ruining his outfits that he wore just for you. he was saving himself for you and these mindless idiots who only thought with their dicks thought he was for them to savour? it made his blood boil.

he went through hell to get this job and you weren't even looking at him! (hell being batting his lashes and standing a bit too close the the boss)

thus, he decided to take the matters into his own hands, because he had eyes and he could see the tent in your jeans. that he caused.

he waited and waited the whole day, asking others around to do his work for him because he's just so weak, and he could save his energy for you insted.

and it was the end of work. finally, you thought. if only your boss didn't make you work over time on a friday. and your very cute colleague too for some reason. this was the perfect oppurtunity for him, he waited the whole day for this! endured the others' touchings for you! surely you'd reward him?

you found it harder and harder to just get your work done and go home. your pants were too thight for comfort and he was sitting there like he didn't know the effect he had on you. and the one sided challenge you had going on was getting less and less appealing. you just wanted to fuck him stupid.

time didn't seem to pass at all whatsoever. and you got pent up real fast. the challenge? oh, who cares, you weren't thinking with your brain right now, anyway.

the next thing you know you have the pretty lil stalker straddling your lap, rubbing against you like a bitch in heat, mewling in your ear. your hands on his hips as he tries to get the most friction he can, finally you're going to reward him for his hard work. he fumbles with his shorts, trying to get them off while his other hand unbuckles your belt.

he's already so wet for you, you don't even need to do anything. and you don't. he can do the work for you, right? he slips on your cock with a high pitched whine, hair sticking to his forehead as he starts to move. up and down, bouncing like a bunny. his moans get cut off everytime he falls back on your dick.

his hands on your chest for support as he does his best to please you, instinctively clenching around you as he throws his head back, a groan leaving his parted lips. he lets out an embarrassingly loud whine when you pull at his hair, his eyes rolling back. praise him, please, tell him he's doing such a good job and watch him cum so fast.

he's so warm and so sweet and you can feel the tension building up in you, your hold on his hips thightening as you thrust into him. he pants and shivers, his legs trembling when he feels the warmth in him, that alone making him cum again.

let's say the next day your co-worker might have to clean up his chair.

guess who got so horny he had to write it<3 this sucks but I was real pent up. inspired by that one person who asked me to do this if I ever made a part two ty for the idea

update: I hope it's okay to tag you sjjdiskdk @waddaloser

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Aemond Targaryen X Reader: Sweet caresses

a/n: i'm 100% team black but that scene of Aemond in episode 2 got me thinking

Warnings: fluff, mommy issues ( i mean come on), talk of death, no use of y/n, female reader, prostitution.

Word count: 1,4 K

His eyes found your frame immediately. Your body was barely covered, allowing the men to feast on the sight of you. Aemond watched you move around the place, a tray with beverages in your hand. You gave the men pleasant smiles as you continued to move around the room. Aemond knew you were only doing your job but he hated that others could savour your beauty without consequence. He wanted to cut the throat of every man who eyed you greedily but unlike his brother he knew how to control himself. Aemond watched you spin around your eyes falling on his for the first time since he'd entered the establishment.

He watched your eyes widen for a moment before you moved over to one of the other girls. You whispered something in her ear, causing her to look over at where Aemond stood. The other girl nodded her head at you, grabbing the tray from your hands and continuing to walk around the room. You moved over to Aemond noticing the way his eyes trailed down your body. Once you were close enough you grasped his hand, beginning to guide him to one of the rooms.

Aemond wasn't a regular but he'd show up from time to time and everytime he did he requested your company. It didn't matter if you were busy with another man or with other duties, the second he stepped into the place someone rushed to bring you to him. You didn't mind it. Despite everything Aemond was always kind to you. There were some nights where he required you to pleasure him and there were others where he simply craved a soft touch and a kind word. You never knew what type of attention he needed when he walked into your private room but it didn't take you long to figure it out.

There were moments in the beginning where you'd understood his intentions wrong. The first time he began to undress himself you thought he wanted to fuck you. You'd walked over to him kneeling before him, your hands moving to tug his pants down only for him to place a gentle hand on yours. You gazed up at him curiously when he pulled you to your feet and proceeded to latch onto your body and sob. That was the first time you realised there was more to the prince than you knew.

You closed the door behind you before moving over to Aemond. He stood still allowing you to approach him. You gave him a gentle smile, your hands moving to untie his cloak. Your movements were slow but steady, allowing Aemond to stop you if he wished but never showing signs of weakness. Seeing as he didn't react to you fiddling with the strings of his cloak you continued your movements until you removed the fabric from his shoulders. You walked over to a chair placing the cloak on it.

Aemond watched your ass sway as you walked away from him and even though the sight oftentimes aroused him tonight it simply made him crave the warmth of your skin on his.  He moved his hands to his clothes and began to undress himself. You turned to look at him, watching as he removed every item of clothing from his body until he was completely bare before you. You stood quietly awaiting some sort of command.

“Where do you want me, my prince?”

“On the bed.”

You nodded to him, walking over to the large bed in the middle of the room. You crawled onto the mattress, positioning yourself so that your back was resting on the headboard. Aemond watched you move until you were comfortable. Once he noticed you were done shifting around he strode over to you. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over to you. He sat beside you for a moment, merely gazing at your face. You placed a hand on his cheek causing him to shut his eye. 

“Can I take this off?”

“Yes.”

Your hands moved softly over his eyepatch tugging it off of his face with a gentle hand. You gazed into his lost eye, a small pang swelling in your chest at the sight. It used to scare you but now it only made you pity him. 

“What do you need from me?”

“Just comfort tonight.”

“Then that is what you shall get, my prince.”

“I’ve told you before, in here I want to simply be Aemond. Not your prince.”

“Forgive me, force of habit.”

“It’s okay, just don’t call me that again.”

“Yes Aemond, as you wish.”

Satisfied with you referring to him in the way he wanted Aemond moved to lay down in your lap. You placed a hand on his head, stroking his long hair. The room filled with silence for a moment as you continued your caresses. 

“Sing for me.”

“What would you like me to sing?”

“Anything.”

You thought for a moment before beginning to hum a song your mother used to sing to you when you were a little girl. Aemond closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body beneath him and the way your voice drifted through the room. Your hands continued to stroke Aemonds hair as you sang, your own eyes closing as you did. Once the tune came to an end you opened your eyes, gazing down at Aemond.

“That was lovely.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Aemond let out a deep sigh, his hands moving against your thigh to trace the small scars that littered your skin. You could tell there was something on his mind but you never tried to pry information from him. He would talk to you when he was ready. 

“I do regret it.”

“Regret what?”

“What happened with Luke. I lost my temper that day. It was not my intention to harm him. I do regret it.”

“Regret is the first step in accepting your wrongs and learning from them. That's what my father used to say anyway.”

Aemond gave you a hum, his body shifting so that he was laying on his back. He reached his hand out, twirling a piece of your hair with his finger. You moved to stroke his face with your thumb. 

“Aegon isn’t well.”

You wondered if Aegon had ever been well to begin with but you decided to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Heleana is completely distraught.”

“It must be hard to lose a child.”

“Yes, I imagine it is. Then again I wouldn't know.”

“Do you think of it? Having children I mean.”

“I will someday. It’s part of my duties but I must confess the thought never crossed my mind.”

Silence filled the room again. You could see the wheels turning in Aemond’s mind as he stared up at the ceiling. You placed your palm on his chest feeling his heartbeat. 

“He wanted to kill me.”

You knew he was talking about his uncle Dameon. He used to come around here a lot when you were younger but you never lay with him.

“He fears me.”

“He should.”

Aemonds eyes opened, his gaze falling on your face. You were far too focused on the small braid you were making to notice it though. It wasn’t until Aemonds hand made contact with your chin that you realised he’d been looking at you. He lifted his head up a bit and you understood his request. You leaned down, meeting him halfway. The kiss was brief, as it usually was on nights when he only desired your comfort, but it still left your lips tingling. 

“I think I'll sleep here tonight.”

“If it pleases you.”

“It does.”

Aemond sat up for a moment turning his body so that he could lean against the headboard as well. You inched yourself down, resting your head on the pillow. Once you were in position Aemond moved to lay down as well, his head resting against your chest. His hand wrapped around your stomach as you began to play with his hair once more.

Aemond had found it hard to fall asleep in his room in the castle ever since his nephew’s murder but in your arms sleep found him quickly. You waited a while before closing your own eyes. You’d wake up to an empty bed and a bag of coins on the counter in the morning. And you’d spend the rest of your day wondering whether Aemond would come back the next night. 

[sollattes]

fuma hard thoughts

warnings : MDNI!! don't like it don't read it go on the rest of your day, thankyew

• him receiving body worship from you would turn him on SO BAD like praising his body and while roaming your hands, he might as well cum untouched. The way you appreciate the body he worked to hard on would arouse him so much. He would definitely flex his biceps, back, or his abs during sex just to get praises from you

• his chest area is definitely his sensitive spot like the first time you sucked his nipples he let out the loudest moan you've ever gotten from his and he almost came untouched from just you're tounge and fingers, this is a great weapon when you're either edging him or overstimulating him. His thighs are the second most sensitive spot he has, the way you would just rub his thighs ever so sensually would make him whine and hard. He would flex his thighs every time you would ride them and he would moan as if he was the one grinding himself.

• even though he has a deep voice, he lets out the most prettiest whine known to mankind. I'm not even kidding when I tell you he has the prettiest. When your kissing his sensitive spots or overstimulating him. his whines, being the prettiest that they are, would actually just motivate you more to overstimulate him which, contrary to his whines, loves it.

• pegging fuma🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️with the both of you having a big size difference it turns him on even more how you can easily make into cocksleeve for your strap. You got him begging, screaming and crying on your ‘cock’. He loves how he can just let go of his mature person and be pampered, turned into nothing but your slut, his mind has no thoughts other than the way you perfectly hit his prostate.

• fuma have always been a switch in my mind, now sub!fuma is obedient, good boy, good bunny. he’d do do anything to stay in your good graces, to be in the other end of your praises and loving touches. Though there was this one time when he came bratty and disobedient due to Nicholas’ influence. The degrading, hair pulling, overstimulation, just the overall rough treatment made him cum so much that you were worried that he still might be shooting blanks the next time you fuck.

• onto more pegging fuma thoughts. Fuma rides like an absolute GOD like you’re pretty sure if you had a real cock you would be the one getting overstimulated. The way he knows all the angles to make the strap hit all the right places is hot, your favorite has to be when his sitting on your lap facing you, his hands on your lower leg, his abs and chest, glistening in sweat and spit, exposed for your eyes to feast on as his hips keep on moving faster and harder motivated by your hungry gaze on him. Also the way his pecs and ass would jiggle every time he rode you made you go more feral.

• now dom!fuma is just as scrumptious as sub!fuma you know the tiktok audio “when i tell you to on my face dont just put 10% of your weight fucking sit on it, sit like a chair” yeah that is what he told you the first time he suggested for you to sit on his face. Seriously how could you think that you could crush him? Have you seen his body? the way his working in out for you? and plus suffocating in your pussy would probably the best way to go for him. Just do him a favor, sit and ride his face until youre squirting, he’d probably jump in joy if you ever do that to him.

• pussydrunk!fuma is my second favorite fuma. the way his just so eager to eat you out until youre legs are shaking and begging for him to stop. the way he would let out a loud ass moan and whimper “yes,yes,yes” into your ear everytime his fucking you while his admiring the way his cock just disappeares to your hole is crazy work. He would also let out a long moan when hes entering you because he loves your pussy that is his safe ground. HE IS A MAN WHO KNOW WHAT HE WANTS AND NEEDS AND THAT IS YOUR PUSSY

[claymoresword]

Come Out And Haunt Me | Pt. 2

Cersei Lannister x Catelyn Tully

Summary: When her raven goes unanswered, queen Cersei Lannister decides to pay the Starks a visit herself.

Wordcount: 3.5k

Disclaimers: non traditional omegaverse, smut, power play, angst, alpha cersei lannister, omega catelyn stark, cheating

Note: so literally no one asked for this but here it is anyway :D

as usual smut after asterisks, enjoy !

In truth, Catelyn had never once encountered a welcome feast that was quite so agonizing.

The evening was moving along slowly and any unease the omega feels has only been amplified by Cersei's relentlessly bold advances.

The alpha had insisted that they sit by each other tonight; knowing Catelyn would have no choice but to oblige her.

The Lady of Winterfell has quickly learnt to regret not disputing the alpha's demand, now she is forced to endure their proximity for a good portion of the feast.

The alpha's scent made it nearly impossible for Catelyn to think or focus on anything else entirely, and everytime their hands brushed, she found herself fighting the urge to seek more of Cersei’s touch.

-

At last, the servants bring out the final course for the night, and Catelyn doesn't hold back a relieved sigh. Auburn locks drift across her face as she lets her head droop; the omega is glad of any reason to conceal her weariness.

Although witnessing this only urged Cersei to reach out for her, tucking a strand of hair behind Catelyn's ear.

Catelyn tenses at the contact, she instinctively glances at Taena, who is sat across the hall. The queen consort is still busy fussing over her young children.

The very children she bore for Cersei.

This realization alone makes Catelyn feel ill. She yearns to retire to her bedchambers, she needs to be alone, at least until morning, once she's amassed the strength to take part in this mummer's farce.

Cersei appears to only take pleasure in her visible discomfort as she speaks her next words. "You look beautiful this evening."

The queen's comment makes Catelyn tense up once more, this time she neglects Cersei's attempt at grabbing her hand.

Despite the blush rapidly creeping up her neck, the omega scoffs.

"Will you stop that?" She hisses, and Cersei wears a look of confusion that only manages to enrage the other woman even more. 

"What?" The queen feigns innocence.

"You dare gawk at me whilst your wife is busy tending to the children– your children." Catelyn challenges through gritted teeth, she then forces a neutral expression when she catches Ned peering their way.

She lifts her goblet up to her lips, allowing a large swig at an attempt to mask her agitation.

Cersei scoffs, disinterested in entertaining the omega's grievances.

"I will do as I please, Cat. I am the queen." The alpha claims boldly, and Catelyn just barely suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.

Cersei is just as impossible now as she was in their youth.

Catelyn shifts uncomfortably in her seat once more– she can hardly endure this any longer. The alpha proves to be as much a temptation as she is an irritant.

She must leave.

However, just as the omega had mustered the strength to rise from her seat, Cersei speaks with her voice raised, suddenly beckoning for their daughter. "Sansa, come here little dove." 

Catelyn is now tense for an entirely different reason, she glares at Cersei as she anxiously attempts to read the alpha's next move.

As always, the queen's intentions leave Catelyn perplexed.

Cersei is virtually impenetrable. She is unpredictable and impossible to decipher.

Qualities Catelyn once found admirable has now become something she can hardly stomach. 

She loves Cersei, and she hates her the same. 

-

Sansa stands before the queen dutifully, her manner sweet and innocent.

Their daughter only speaks once spoken to.

"Your dress, it is very pretty.. Did you make it?" Cersei asks, and the way Sansa visibly beams at her sire's interest makes Catelyn ache.

"Yes I did, Your Grace." Sansa responds, clasping her hands together at an attempt to conceal her excitement.

"Such a talent, I hope you'll make something for me." The queen returns with a disarming smile.

The young girl's grin covers her face as she nods in response. "I will, Your Grace." 

Catelyn feels the alpha clasp her hand underneath the table, this time she allows it to happen; despite herself.

"Your mother and I spent our youth together, did you know that?" The alpha admits, and Sansa is now wide eyed as she looks to her mother.

Catelyn forces a light chuckle, masking the gnawing feeling in her belly. Sansa's obvious curiosity weighs heavily on her, no doubt the young girl will want to know more.

But before the omega can attempt to address her daughter, Cersei elaborates.

"She was always better than me with a needle, I suppose I was more competent with a sword." The queen continues, this time Sansa produces a good natured chuckle of her own, genuine intrigue covering the young girl's features.

"The other ladies at court would poke fun at me, but your mother, she was always kind." Cersei adds, her hand still firmly holding Catelyn's underneath the table.

Sansa gaped in child-like manner as she responds. "Really?"

The alpha nods, a wistful smile tugs on the corners of her mouth.

For a fleeting moment, Catelyn wonders if the alpha was fighting back tears of her own. "Yes. and I see you take after her in a lot of ways.. don't ever lose that heart of yours, Sansa.

"It is a rare and precious thing." The alpha declares, and Catelyn heart clenches painfully in her chest.

Sansa remains none the wiser as she nods once more. "I understand, Your Grace." 

A pregnant pause fills the air between them before Catelyn sucks in a shaky breath as she pries her hand out of Cersei’s grip. "Sansa, the hour has grown late. Will you check on your brothers? Make sure they get to their bedchambers safely. Rickon, he enjoys wandering off when your father and I aren't watching."

Sansa's smile falters at that, but she keeps her thoughts to herself as she nods. "Yes, mother." 

Once the young girl takes her leave, there is only a tense silence, before Cersei speaks again. "What a fine young woman she's grown to become. Sansa truly is the best of us both."

Catelyn bites in the inside of her cheek as unshed tears begin to restrict her vision once more.

She has wanted this; for so long she wished to hear Cersei acknowledge their daughter openly. Yet now that it is finally happening, she feels nothing but a deep resentment, and sorrow. 

It is not enough, and far too late.

Catelyn scoffs, indignant, as she rises from her seat, she speaks her parting words. "Your impertinence truly knows no limits, my queen.”

The omega ignores Cersei's attempts at stopping her as she pushes through the crowd; she doesn't stop walking until she makes it out of Winterfell's great hall. 

The cold air meets her like a slap in the face, but it is a welcomed sensation, as it helps expel most of the alpha's scent that has managed to cling onto her for the past few hours.

Catelyn wraps her sheepskin shawl around herself as she continues to walk, the omega does not stop until she reaches the bedchambers she shares with Ned.

She shuts the door, stripping herself of her scarf before settling in front of the large fire currently burning in the hearth.

Catelyn stands for a while, as she warms her hands. Once she stopped shaking from the cold, the omega wrapped her arms around her own frame  and it was only then she allowed her tears to fall freely.

A beat passes and she is forced to choke back a sobs when she hears the heavy wooden door opening. The omega sighs, mentally readying herself to face Ned as she hears the click of the latch locking in place.

Footsteps approach and Catelyn's breath catches in her throat. She had anticipated the harsh brutish touch of her husband, and yet, it never came. What she feels instead is something much better: a warm, practiced embrace. 

Cersei's presence envelops her senses, and it only makes the omega sob. She doesn't suppress the urge this time, leaning into the alpha's embrace willingly.

Catelyn despises how comfortable she feels within the queen's arms. 

With Ned, she always found it difficult to be at ease; he handled her in a way that made her feel small; not protected.

“You cannot be in here.” Catelyn protests weakly, and as expected, Cersei ignores it.

“Why do you weep?” The queen's words are accompanied by the feeling of her arms tightening around Cat's frame.

“I– I just–” The omega struggles to find the words; a decade's worth of thoughts and feelings left unsaid.

“Tell me.” Cersei coaxes gently, brushing the other woman's hair back so she may kiss her neck.

Catelyn sighs at the contact, her resolve weakening with every new gesture.

“All I ever wanted was to be with you.” The omega admits, and she senses the way Cersei studies her expression.

“I am here now.” The queen concedes, placing another tender kiss against Cat's jaw.

“Come to King's Landing, and you can be with me properly.” Cersei suggests, wiping the tear that has managed to make its way down Catelyn's cheek.

The omega then shakes her head in frustration, turning to face Cersei properly– the queen merely shifts her hands down towards her waist, but she fails to release her; and Catelyn does not want her to.

“You want me to come to King's Landing and serve as your hand, and what else? Your whore?” Catelyn spat, but the alpha's composed demeanor remains unchanging, if not softening ever so slightly.

“You don't have to serve as anything, just be with me.” Cersei remarks, cupping the other woman's face in her calloused hands.

Catelyn's eyes flutter shut for a moment, she makes the feeble attempt at shoving the alpha away with a hand on her chest. “It is not that simple and you know it.” 

“Is it not?” Cersei challenges, leaning into the other woman's touch purposefully.

*

Catelyn doesn't say anything else, her gaze shifts towards Cersei's mouth as her grip on the alpha's collar tightens. Before she can consider it properly, her lips crash against Cersei's for a desperate kiss.

Their mouths move against each other continuously, and the alpha pulls a whimper out of Catelyn as she slips her tongue into her mouth.

As one of Cersei's hands remains on her waist, Cat redirects the other towards the small of her back.

Cersei obliges, and soon it feels as though no time has passed. Suddenly they are girls again; every light touch and caress sets both of their bodies aflame.

As the kiss intensifies, the alpha's hand moves lower. Cersei earns another light moan as she squeezes Catelyn's rear.

The queen now confidently breaks away, leaning down to kiss the swell of the other woman's breasts.

“Cersei–” Catelyn mutters breathlessly as she grips a fistful of golden curls, an attempt to tug the queen's head back.

“We can't, not here– Ned, he might come in.” She states, although her effort at voicing the concern sounds half-hearted at best.

“He won't. I bolted the door.” Cersei remarks swiftly.

The queen's response is entirely expected, and yet, Catelyn struggles to find an argument. She doesn't say anything else, but she doesn't kiss Cersei again either.

**

The alpha now wears a strained look, one of need and desperation as she grabs Catelyn's hand, guiding it to the bulge over her breeches. “Do you feel that? How much I want you.. I missed you, Cat. So much.” 

The omega gasps as her palm makes contact with Cersei's erection. The feeling of it against her hand, accompanied with the alpha's gaze makes it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.

At this moment Catelyn has to actively fight the urge to bare her neck, and let the alpha take her. 

Cersei has been testing her restraint all night, in truth. She is certain the alpha enjoys seeing her come apart because of her; but she refuses to give her the satisfaction. 

At least, not yet. 

Catelyn decides that she wants Cersei to work for what she wants, even if only for a short while.

“Is this really for me?” She proceeds to taunt, purposefully squeezing the other woman's cock in her hand. The low grunt she manages to extract from Cersei only works to excite her.

“Yes, my sweet. You make me insane.” Cersei responds. Her voice strained with arousal as she bucks her hips against the omega's hand, urgently seeking more friction.

Catelyn hums in response, she revels in the alpha's desperation for a moment longer before speaking again.

“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want.” She coaxes as she leans closer to kiss Cersei's jaw, her hand still firmly pressed against her hardness.

“I want– I want to make love to you, like I used to. I want to touch.. and kiss all the parts of your body you had once reserved only for me.” The queen says and Catelyn's heart clenches at the admittance.

The longing she feels is swiftly followed by an ache in her core that she can no longer ignore. 

“I never stopped being yours, Cersei. Not once.” The omega utters, finally closing the gap between them to kiss her lover again.

“Touch me, please.” Catelyn breathes in between open mouthed kisses. “I ache for you, my alpha.” She pleads, and Cersei loses what is left of her resolve.

The queen kisses Catelyn's neck hungrily, groping at her chest before working to unlace her bodice. 

She helps Catelyn slip out of it quickly before assisting the omega with her gown. As the fabric pools to the floor beneath her feet, Cersei meets her halfway, stripping herself off her own tunic.

Now standing half naked before her, Catelyn begins to trace her fingers across the alpha's toned torso, her lips parted; as though entranced by the sight. 

Catelyn then finds Cersei's bulge once more, she palms at it greedily, earning another guttural noise from alpha. 

“Gods– come here.” Cersei instructs as she tugs on the omega's arm, guiding her towards the bed. 

Cersei stops by the edge, unlacing her breeches in haste. Her gaze never leaves Catelyn as she does so. 

“Take that off.” She commands, and the omega removes her smallclothes as she is told, without protest.

Catelyn now stands bare and wanting, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her breath soon catches in her throat as she feels Cersei pull her in by the waist, capturing her mouth with her own for another searing kiss.

She can now feel the tip of the alpha's erection pressing up against her stomach, and Catelyn almost feels a sense of humiliation. What they are doing feels unseemly, utterly indecent, and still– it exhilarates her.

She wants the alpha to take her, as she used to.

“Please, Cersei, take me. Take what's yours.” Catelyn pleads, her voice reduced to a whine.

Cersei looks at her in a way that makes the omega want to cower. Yet it sends a thrill up her spine all the same. 

The queen places a tender kiss on her cheek before stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Catelyn does not need to be instructed any further, she straddles Cersei's lap and does so eagerly. Her wet heat now flush against the alpha's shaft.

She lets out a shuddering gasp as Cersei's mouth makes contact with her sensitive breasts. Now taken over by her desires, she begins to grind against the alpha's lap wantonly. 

“Fuck– you are so wet.” Cersei groans at the sensation, her grip on Catelyn's waist tightening.

“I need you, please.” Catelyn begs again, bracing her hands on the alpha's shoulders. 

Cersei places one last kiss in between the other woman's breasts before reaching down to grab the base of her own shaft. She lines the tip of her cock up to Catelyn's entrance, but she doesn't push herself in just yet. 

“Go on, my sweet. Show me how much you need me. I want to feel it.” She asserts.

With the alpha's guidance, Catelyn finally lowers herself onto her cock. 

The cry that escapes her is involuntary. The omega stills for a moment, trying to get used to the heady feeling as Cersei fills her to the hilt.

The alpha feels so thick and hard inside of her, Catelyn senses she might reach her peak already. 

“Show me, my good girl.” Cersei demands once more, and all the omega manages is a whimper in response as she begins to move against Cersei's lap.

Catelyn moans aloud every time the alpha's cock hits just the right spot within her. Cersei's shaft is so large that she can feel every twitch and pulse, and it pushes her even closer to the edge.

The omega grows more emboldened with every passing moment; she soon begins to bounce on the other woman's shaft, gasping in pleasure every time the tip is pressed into her womb.

“Gods– you are perfect.” Cersei praises, her hands begin kneading the omega's breasts as she allows her to take her pleasure from her.

Catelyn wants to speak, but all that manages to leave her is a strained mewl.

Amidst the intense ecstasy she is experiencing, her gaze shifts towards the reading chair in the far corner; one that belongs to her husband.

Any shame Catelyn ought to feel is dulled in this moment. She should be remorseful; but she isn't.

The fact is, it was never like this with Ned. He never understood how to touch her, or what she enjoyed.

It has never once been like this with him.

Cersei groans as Catelyn suddenly steadies her movements into a slow grind against her cock once more. The feeling of the omega's walls clenching desperately around her girth accompanied by the lewd noises that fill the room nearly makes the alpha lose all of her restraint. 

Catelyn is just as incoherent, her gasps and moans coming more frequently now as her hips jerk in an uncontrolled rhythm. 

“Are you close?” Cersei asks, already knowing the answer. 

A faint smirk tugs on her mouth as she watches the omega nod, Catelyn wears a strained expression, her gaze unfocused. “Yes, I- I'm close.” 

Cersei then decides to heighten her lover's climax even further, she places a firm hand on the small of Catelyn's back before thrusting her hips up against the omega, driving her cock deep and hard inside of her, over and over. 

“Cersei–” Catelyn cries out, her hands blindly grasping at the alpha in an effort to steady herself. 

The queen winces as her lover grabs ahold of her curls harshly. Although, this only urges her to fuck the other woman harder.

With one more thrust and then another, Catelyn's body trembles uncontrollably, a loud, unrestrained moan leaves her as she reaches her peak, her head thrown back in pleasure. 

Cersei lets out a moan of her own as she feels the omega's sudden gush of arousal dripping down her shaft. 

Catelyn's body grows slack immediately after, her chest is still heaving violently as she rests her head on the alpha's broad shoulder.

“By the Gods–” She mutters weakly, and Cersei seems to find some amusement in her current state, as she chuckles.

“I am not finished with you yet.” The alpha promises, and Catelyn welcomes the shudder that runs through her body.

She eventually regains enough strength to lift her head, the omega proceeds to trail kisses along Cersei's neck and jaw, before eventually meeting the alpha's lips with her own. 

“I love you.” She mutters against Cersei's mouth without thinking too much of it, and the queen's smirk now grows into a real smile.

“I love you too, Cat. I always have.” Cersei declares in return before threading her fingers through her lover's dark hair. 

“Now, get on your hands and knees for me.” The alpha commands, reaching back to pat the bed with her unoccupied hand.

[synnlyrose]

Thought #1.1- Soo-bin (Smut)

Speaking of Soo-bin NOT being all subby...

I can definitely see him walking up to you after a long hard dance practice, sweat dripping down his face, arms on display, hair everywhere, with a little smirk plastered on his face. Eyeing you up and down like a lion stalking a gazelle. Your tummy fluttering at the mere sight of his predatory gaze

Then he's taking a sip of water, casually leaning against the wall. His arm supporting his weight as he leans in, to speak quietly too you.

"I seen the way you were staring at me baby." His smirk grows more boastful, more smug and you feel your throat go dry. You had been staring, watching his every move. Everytime you watched his hips move, you couldn't help but imagine being at the receiving end of those thrusts. "Did you see something you like?"

The dance practice room slowly clears as the members and dance instructor leave for the day. The door slamming with a click that echos around the two of you. The silence speaking for its self and Soo-bin's eyes haven't left yours. He takes another sip of his water. His eyebrows raise ever so slightly, as he pulls the bottle from his mouth before he caps it and tosses it clear across the room. You only have time to gulp before he's all over you, like that damn lion feasting on that poor helpless gazelle.

**

"Fuck, baby, watch me. Don't look away." Soo-bin had you bent over pressed against the mirror, his fingers holding your chin from underneath, forcing you to watch his face as he drives his cock into you.

Your little moans are barely containable as you shake underneath his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping reverberating off the walls, filling you with delicious euphoria. You're trying so hard not to get caught. The glass fogging up with your hot breath serves as a reminder to keep as quiet as possible. Anyone, at any given moment could have walked in. With each push and pull of his dick you feel your chest inflating and deflating like a respirator.

Your legs shaking, threatening to send you to your knees from the sheer amount of force Soo-bin is putting into these back shots. But it all feels so blissfully amazing. Your back arched slightly as you brace the railing trying to steady yourself and focus on the pleasure.

The chuckled moan that escapes Soo-bin's mouth is more like a drug to your ears, causing you to tighten around him. "Yeah, that's right baby, don't you dare fucking look away. Remember you do what you're told."

--

Thought about to and couldn't not write it...sooooo here we are 🤷🏽‍♀️ I'm saying all you have to do is just look at Soo-bin the right way and he'll want to fuck your cute little brains out. That man definitely has a thing for fucking you dumb .

[oddinarylani]

epilogues to 'i just wish you cared about me'

pt 1: chan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin

a/n: part twos to continue off of the original post, i'll work on maknae line soon.

𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.↴

there was a sea of green surrounding you. mountains covered in a wash of evergreens intermingled with low hanging clouds and misty fog surrounded the house. the air smelled different there, the humidity nearly smelling sweet - it was fresh and green and freeing. chan had chosen the vacation spot himself and surprised you with the trip, asking you to pack your things and not ask any questions until you arrived. funny enough, when you both arrived, you were too breathless to speak, instead leaning your cheek into his shoulder with awe, your arm wrapped around his waist as your eyes feasted on the display before you. black detailing accentuated the house against the greenery of the forest, it stood out proudly - strong. nearly every wall was lined with floor to ceiling windows, and a waterfall cascaded on a cliff side just across the second floor balcony. 

“chris…” you turned to him, still sleepy and jet lagged from the flight over, a hat sitting low on your brow. “you-you didn’t have to do this.” he grasps your hand, luggage in the other, and lead you to the front door where he keyed in a code to enter. “of course i did.” he chuckles cheekily, smiling as he pulled you inside and left your bags by the front door. 

inside was just as beautiful as the outside of the house, similar black detailing with dark wood accents. your lips remain permanently parted, eyes wide and agape with awe. “i think i might cry, honestly.” you laugh a bit, your hand coming to cover a small bit of your mouth as your eyes watered with happiness. 

you wouldn’t have guessed that seven months into your relationship with chris that you’d be smitten, head over heels, and everything in between. “no noooo, don’t cry.” he grabs you by the waist to pull you into his arms, swinging you from side to side as giggles fill the room. “this is crazy, no one’s ever done something like this for me before.” you laugh more when you feel the water building in your eyes, feeling beyond happy. 

“well i’ll just have to be the first, hm? you deserve it!” his sweater clad hands find your face and your cheeks squish together a bit as he does so. he’s bare faced and so adorable it makes your heart wrench - everytime he smiles it shows in his eyes and the corners of his mouth smoothly wrinkle. it didn’t matter what he did, what he wore, or how he looked - your heart would soar with adoration every time you looked at him. 

“this is- i can’t- how long are we staying?” you ask, hands still resting around his waist. 

“fourteen days.” it’s followed by an attempt to wipe the smug smile from his face, but the house fills with his laughter anyway when he sees your reaction.

“christopher! oh my gosh!” you bury your hands in your face as you feel the tears will actually spill any moment now. 

“it’s okay, baby, it’s okay. i got off work for youuu and i pushed my deadlines baaack, it’s all good!” he wraps you in his big arms again and you quickly follow, burying your face in his chest. 

seven days on your trip, halfway through, and you never wanted it to end. your home was beautiful but this was different. every morning you woke to rain and the sound of the waterfall on the opposite mountainside waking you from slumber with kisses to your ears. coffee was shared with chris on the balcony, he’d wear a jacket with nothing underneath and shorts and it wasn’t the first time you admired him, no, absolutely not, but this trip brought something different out in him. 

he was effortlessly gorgeous. the milky bathe of his skin against his clothes always made him look the prettiest. in reality, he didn’t have to do much to look beautiful. he just was. it made you want to scream, but also made you long to just stare at him a moment longer. the heart shaped curve of his lips, the darkness of his hair, the spread of his collarbones and chest, the column of his neck - you could go on. 

sleep still weighed on your eyes, but you looked over to him one morning with your head resting on the chair you sat on. mist wafted through the crisp air - you wore only his shirt and underwear so the morning breeze kissed your legs and brought goosebumps in it’s wake. “hey, look at me.” you had said. “hm?” he raises his head and looks at you, really looks at you, and feels a bit of flush creeping up his cheeks at just the sight of you looking at him. 

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” 

and maybe it was the lack of filter you faced in the mornings or it was just the swell of your heart in your chest, but either way you were left with a flustered chris in your hands - his cheeks and ears red and his eyes looking elsewhere. “stop,” he draws out, face in his hands. “i should be telling you that.” 

“oh we can make this a battle, i’ll win for sure.” you’re confident, the rain picks up a little. 

“you think so, huh? bring it on.” 

cue you proving effortlessly that he was prettier - though he argued back easily (still red in the face though) it ended in a draw. the decision never made, and chan now truly puddy in your hands. 

the rain yet again woke you from slumber, your eyes remained closed for a moment more as it bring you from sleep in the quiet haze of your bedroom. chan laid next to you, sprawled though his hand remained on your waist, the other tucked up under his pillow. his hair was curled and sweet and he looked so peaceful. peaceful like you’d never seen him before. he wakes a moment later and you’re already reaching for your camera. 

“noooo, don’t take pictures yet. let me put on makeup or something.” he chuckles, burying his face into his pillow as his bare back was now exposed to you. 

“let me, please? you look so pretty right now, i have to.” 

he let you, only after coffee and when he’d woken up some more. you returned him to the bed with his hand in your own, and you told him to just sit. 

he gets himself comfortable, shaking out his hair some more before covering his legs in the covers and looking at your lense. “there, like that.” you kneel one knee into the bed and snap a photo at the perfect angle. you take some more of him sitting up, a few as he stretched and the light hit his ripple of muscle adoringly. his body was perfect to photograph, all that hard work showed in his muscle pattern, the depth and reaches of his skin as it naturally contoured. 

you order him to lay down now, which he does so on his side with his hand supporting his head. “hey,” he nods his head. “how you doin?” of course, since it’s chris, he can’t finish it without laughing. “you’re a dork.” you smile behind the camera, still snapping one in his ridiculous pose. 

you snap more until you have him lay with his head on the pillows and you swing a leg around to straddle his waist. one hand naturally comes to rest on your hip, the other tucks into the pillow behind his head. “so handsome.” you smile, snapping some before he pauses, smiling softly to himself. you lower your camera a bit as his hand comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb stroking your soft skin. 

“i love you.” he says, suddenly. your cheeks flush, but you have the perfect idea. you bring your camera back up with his hand steady on your face still, and snap a picture. 

“i love you more, baby.” you kiss his palm, sitting back on his lap as he leans back up, now resting on his palms as you look over the last few you’ve snapped. his hand reaches perfectly just out of frame, and you admire the shine of love in his gaze that you’ve managed to capture. 

“you look so sweet here,” you frown, showing him the photo. 

he groans, ever his own worst critic. “show that to no one, please.” you lean forward, pressing a kiss to the side of his face. 

“oh it’s gonna be my lockscreen for sure.”

𝓵𝓮𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀.↴

bathed in warmth, heart pumping, blood rushing, washing over your cheeks with a warm flush - putting pinks in your skin, keeping you warm - minho’s careful sweet gaze flutters over your face with admiration of your existence. you were alive. wildly so. it shows in the cuts in your cuticles, the bruises underneath your skin, the redness under your eyes when you were tired, your need to eat - to bathe - to sleep. minho’s gaze turns somber, looking over your face as if he was thinking (he always was)

he’s positive the last of his humanity has left him. he can’t remember. 

how your hair curled around the pillow, looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky. “what’s wrong?” you ask, noticing the stained pink corner of his mouth, and running your thumb over it. he takes your hand before you can pull it from him, turns it over smoothly to kiss your knuckles. “nothing.” it’s simple, sealed with a smile, and he leans back into his palm to look over you in your bed. 

“you’re thinking.” you note simply, holding onto his hand to feel the ripple of chill off his skin. “i’m always thinking.” his brow raises, ever smug as minho typically was. 

your eyes roll lightheartedly. “that i know.. what i don’t know, is what troubles you.” 

his lips tug to the side, you could see his brain working now, wondering if he should tell you or not, pondering over the possibilities. his brow furrows again, this time he looks over your hand, admiring the shine of gold on your finger, reminding you of your love forever awaiting.

“what you said, a few nights ago. about wanting to be changed. that’s what troubles me.” 

you frown softly, wishing to wipe the concern from his handsome face - worry didn’t suit the gold gleam of his eyes, you liked it better when he was smiling. you push yourself to your elbow, matching his gaze now. “i know it does… but it’s a wish i have to stay by your side.”

“you can live out the rest of your days by my side, grow old and i’d still love you.” he assures. 

even just at the sound your heart breaks. “but i want to live centuries with you, i won’t be beautiful when i’m old.” 

his hands smooth over your cheeks, fingers parting when they meet your ears, and he raises your gaze to look at him. “i’ll always want you, even when you age.” 

you smile softly, leaning forward to press your lips to his own just once before parting. “i still wished to be turned. i think it would be cool.”

“cool? my centuries of torment were cool?” he chuckles, laying beside you now. “i didn’t mean it like that! but we’d be a cool power couple.”

minho yet again is left with the tangle of his feelings, unable to make up his mind, feeling as though he wouldn’t please you no matter the outcome. the reality of becoming a vampire was a death beyond comprehension, he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. yet, the idea of ever having to leave you behind tortures him as well. 

“i wish you saw the value in your life.” his voice is soft, a level of sentimental you rarely saw in him. he always kept composure, always quick with a comeback - fast with wit. but to see him melt in the face of your request, leaves your chest aching a bit. 

you shuffle closer to him, cupping the back of his head to let him roll to rest on your chest. “i do have value, i promise you. but i’ll always want you.” your fingers stroke through his hair. 

“this-” he grabs your hand, admiring the heat coming from your body. “this heat. your heart-” his hand falls to your chest, feeling the beat steady. “blood. and warmth. is what i admire. what i miss.” every bit of you is warm, minho could melt to this heat every time he touched you. 

“there is one thing you’ll want more than me when you become one.” 

your head quirks, looking down to him on your chest until his golden gaze meets yours. “blood.”

you came to an agreement over the following weeks - you’d decided long ago your love for minho, and remained firm in your request. the change would be a few feverish days until your heart would stop and you’d eventually turn, he prepared the castle in that time, and stood by your side from the very moment his fangs sank into your neck. 

the fever was unbearable, a few hours of writhing between sleep which you could barely catch. minho would come in with soft words and glasses of blood to soothe the ache in your bones. 

everything stopped when your heart did, and the fever melted away in a few hours. you stood from the bed in your night dress, hair falling over your neck where your bite seemed to stop throbbing. upon trudging to a mirror - you see the shine of gold in your eyes, the stretch of fangs in your mouth, and the beauty in your frozen complexion. 

“m-minho-” you call weakly on wobbly legs, moving to the door where you nearly collapse into it’s frame. 

he’s there in the blink of an eye, catching you before you can fall. “did you-” when you look up at him, he freezes in the gaze of your eyes, his chest aching in a way he hadn’t felt in years. 

“my god,” his hands find your cheeks, he brings you in, firmly kissing you. “you’re so beautiful, so so beautiful,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you before you both melt to the floor. 

he told you endlessly of your beauty when you were human, but every time he said it you still felt the flutter of butterflies in your chest. maybe it was the phenomenon of vampiric attraction, but you felt like the bond between you was getting stronger by the second - almost leaving you light headed as he cradled you on the red carpet. 

“that was… really hard. glad it’s over.” he sees the lethargic energy of your limbs, the slow blink of your eyes, and he smooths his hands over your hair, leaning in to kiss you once more. 

“i know, my love. but all is well, you thirsty?” 

“like you could never believe.”

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷.↴

changbin had left earlier in the day for a family meeting, and you’d decided to surprise him for your date tonight. your few friends you had in the business had let you know that they were busy, so you were taking off alone with enough savings that a little surge of excitement shot up in your stomach at the thought of your plan. you grabbed a coffee before walking in, pushing your sunglasses up into your hairline, greeting the associate that welcomed you and asked for your card to hold on the back counter. 

“dressing area four is open, an associate will help you with your fitting shortly.” the man had nodded his head in quick thanks as he walked your card to the check out counter. a glass of champagne was offered to you as you sat, waiting for the assistant to bring out a few selections. 

your marriage was changbin was ever impressive in your mind. of course, neglecting the analytical side of you, the one you perfected for your line of work - it was nothing short of a miracle. but he changed. did you ever think it possible? maybe. in some hopeful section of your heart, you longed for the best in him. months and months had gone by since your accident, your wounds turned to scars, your sourness blossomed into something much more beautiful - it was a testament of your own growth. you loved him. truly and terribly. and you wanted nothing more than to continue this journey of life, to see where it would take you. the thought of him made giddiness arise in you, and you weren’t like that. not with anyone. besides him. 

“i’m looking for a nice dress to wear to a date tonight with my husband, i really want to surprise him.” you explained, tucking your hands into your thighs. they asked a few more questions about color, fabric, style, and length of your preferred vision before walking off to bring other suggestions. 

“this is tom ford, spring collection of twenty-nineteen.” the assistant explains, handling the dress with gloves as he holds it by the hanger, giving it a wide birth to feast your gaze upon. your eyes dance over the stretch of fabric, an off-the-shoulder and black velvet masterpiece. 

“i’ll try that.” you nod, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket - quick to pull it out to see your husband’s name across the front. 

“hey!” you say cheerfully, changbin chuckles. “hey, babe. what’re you doing?”

the assistant hangs the dress in the fitting room, you disappear behind it’s curtain after thanking him, putting your phone between your shoulder and cheek to shimmy it off the hanger. “oh nothing, what about you?”

“hmm, i don’t know, sounds like you’re up to something.” he hums, behind the sound of his voice it sounds like he might be in a car - wind rustling and a faint honk in the distance. 

“nothing for you to worry about until our date, now tell me what you’re up to.” he can hear the smile in your voice, completely contagious he catches himself smiling as well, gripping the steering wheel as he weaves through city traffic. 

“ah, i see. i’m on my way to the second meeting, just wanted to call and see what you were up to.” 

you start pulling on the dress past your legs, feeding an arm through with your phone still expertly wedged with your cheek. “ah, how was the first one?” you wonder.

he tells you the first meeting was terribly boring, as the both of you expected. a few updated trials for members who’d been caught, he’d even seen your parents. quite a few operations were changing, and the second meeting was for more exclusive members of the family. you’d finished putting on the dress, even zipping yourself up before walking out of the fitting room, saying your goodbyes and wishing him a well afternoon. 

the assistant has nothing but amazing things to say about the fit of the dress and the way the mid-section compliments the waist accentuation - with that you were sold. all you had to do was go home and prepare for the rest of the date, high on the feeling of your short phone call, anticipating the look on his face when you stepped out in the dress. 

you wore his favorite perfume, the one he always complimented when you wore it, and styled your hair in a loose kind of fashion. “i’m home!” he calls from the entryway, the sound of the closing door behind him alerts you as you finish up on your hair, adding finishing touches to your makeup. “i’m getting ready!” you call back. “the restaurant called, making sure we were good for our reservation.” 

you separately got ready for the date for a moment, music playing quietly from the speaker near your vanity, when changbin stepped out of the shower to dress, you’d slipped into the closet to find your dress, shimmying it on, and stepping out a moment later.

since the neckline cut pretty low, you wore a simple necklace and other dainty type jewelry, your heel was low - changbin was standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of your bedroom, fixing the collar of his button down before he catches glimpse of you behind him and he turns around, hands still fixated on his collar.

“baby, you look so beautiful.” he’s all smiles, coming up to you to grasp both of your hands. he’s dumbstruck, completely in awe - and holds your hands out to get a good look at you. “prettiest girl in the whole world.” he beams. there’s never been a moment he’s felt quite like this - at nearly every opportunity he looks at you he can’t help but smile. even when it’s five am and he wakes you up accidentally for a job. even when you’re standing in the kitchen with glasses on and your pjs are still on and it’s three pm. he’s never been so sure of something, so sure of you. how lucky he was, and how he’d never stop fighting to remind you you were loved. 

your heart swells with the sweetness in his words and eyes, you let him twirl you when he raises your conjoined hands, and you chuckle at his antics. “i was actually trying this on when you called,” your arms come to circle his shoulders, his own resting at your waist, eyes still dancing over the sight of you. “i knew you were up to something.” he says so positively. 

“finish getting ready, love.” you pat his shoulder, but not before he leans in - his lips pressed to your own for a brief moment before he continues getting ready. your heart beats wildly in your chest at the familiar fiery feeling of his lips, only smiling wider as he parts and walks back to the mirror.

“how’d i get so lucky?” he turns around, fixing a thin bracelet to his wrist. in his eyes in a kind of mischievous glint, you can only guess what he’d say next with a look like that in his eyes. 

“with what?” you ask, legs crossed on the bed, ever awaiting what would come out of his mouth. 

“with you.”

he’d surely be the death of you.

𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷.↴

“i wish to paint you.” his voice left his throat, with it came the soft muffle as not to be heard from others. he was sat on his throne next to your own - his father and mother before him, draped in precarious colors and wraps of fabric, a scepter beside his father’s left hand, his mother’s hands folded curiously in her lap. 

your gaze bats to the sight of his face, how did he look when he said this? you wondered. so you looked. he was focused forward still, as if the sound never left his lips. “you wish to paint me?” you asked, cheeks terribly pink and hands beginning to fidget in your lap. 

“would you let me?” he angles his mouth only a fraction in your direction - the words were in fact spoken to you. you think for a moment, in the quiet of the chamber of the king, in the stillness of your own brain. he watches you blink, once, then twice, before you fully turn to him. 

“if it pleases you, of course.” 

you received what you’d been longing for - a loving husband. there was no one else in the world that you could share the kinds of conversation you could with hyunjin. he was always listening, always there, a promise he’d yet to break. it stole the breath from your lungs, the day and night change he was able to achieve. he’d proven himself time and time again that he did in fact love you - and you only hoped your love could show just as strong. 

in the mornings now, as you awoke from the maids, they’d learn to part after they had ensured the both of you were awake - as now you would dress for the day together. you’d slide his shirts over his shoulders, dressing him only after he had dressed you - that he made a point to do every morning. you button him with a tenderness only you could, drape his shoulder pieces - a half cape only meant to cover his left arm, and tentatively bring his long hair back into a half-up half-down style. this was all after he would slide your stocking’s up your legs, kissing just above your knee as he always did, loosely tying your corset to ensure your comfort, and slide his hands down your shoulders when he was finished, asking if you felt comfortable. 

routine with hyunjin wasn’t just routine or existence, it felt like living. like any moment was one where the excitement of what was to come next was ever waiting. he began contributing more to the communities in the kingdom that needed attention, you both taking time from your schedules to volunteer for those in need, working in the government of the kingdom to ensure everyone had equal opportunity to thrive. he’d also began opening up to you about his love for art - how it was something he’d done since he was young. 

frequently you’d find him on the stair steps of the art school, with children peering over the shoulders of their prince as he’d paint and sketch, teaching the young ones of art. 

“a-ah, hyunjin. is this appropriate?” you asked, your hands quickly darting to push up a loose strap-like sleeve of your corset, pulling down your frilled shorts in fear of them riding up your legs. 

he’s discarded his proper attire, instead wearing a relaxed white button down and brown trousers rolled at the ankle. his fingers carefully set a primed canvas on a stand just before his low sitting stool, his brow is gently lifted at the sound of your worried voice, and he walks to you, sitting down just before you to adjust the straps so that they laid off your shoulders, exposing your decolletage beautifully. 

“you look beautiful.” he promises gently, moving to grasp your hands in his chilly ones. slowly he presses forward to plant a kiss between your brow, and your face warms at the feeling, some of your anxieties soothed. “but are you uncomfortable? do you wish to change?” his thumb strokes over the back side of your hands.

“no, it’s okay. you wanted this outfit, and no one will see it?” the suppleness of your skin is only amplified by the gentle press of your corset, and though he is indeed your husband, and seen much if not all of your skin, the roundness of your legs extended from the shorts makes his heart swell with the sweetness. 

“you’re mine, i am yours,” he promises, his fingers tapping the underside of your chin. “you have only my gaze, no one else's.”

he asks for you to lay on the bed, the palms of your hands holding up your upper half as to accentuate the natural curve of your chest, the bone and muscle that lays beneath it - the softness of your legs, and the intimate draw of your clothing. 

“beautiful,” he says passively, fixing the sheets on the bed to ripple before he sits down to begin painting. 

“i’ll get the outline at least, to not have you sitting there so long. then i can do detail later.” 

“mm.” you nod, looking away as he begins to paint.

ten or so minutes into painting, the soft draw of the paintbrush on the canvas the only sound in the room, he speaks. “would you look at me, love?” he asks. and how were you to deny his request when he asked so sweetly.

“since you asked so nicely.” you smile, turning to face him. 

he smiles, chuckling shortly as he continues. now every time his gaze darts to your form on the bed, your eyes meet. a certain kind of adoration fills you - a love that causes your heart to swell fervently. to be painted by the hands of the man you loved so dearly, the idea itself melts you further to the mattress.

“wait-” he calls, sitting into his spine, looking over his work, then back to you only to get lost in thought.

“what is it, darling?” you ask.

“i have an idea.”

he nears you then, the palette of his paints on his hand - smeared, dried, clumped together from previous projects. only the finest of splatters of blue have tainted his shirt, he sits before you, drawing out his brush. 

“can i paint on you? just a bit.”

you nod, “of course.”

he steadies his first stroke, pinky resting on the skin of your thigh before he paints a long white stripe down the side of your thigh, smooth and straight. the paint is cold, his hands have warmed, he closely focuses, incorporating a swirl of green, and a tiny design of flowers around the white stripe and now what is a vine. you smile as he works, remaining still as ever as he does so. 

next, he leans forward, creating a similar design on the stretch of your neck where muscle runs up your shoulder to the column of your throat - there he paints a similar design. if you were still before, you were ice now, truly frozen as he worked strokes to his idea. 

when he finishes, he leans back and smiles, moving to kiss the side of your head before he moves back to the canvas. “there we go.”

you smile as he sits. “hey,”

his head lifts, looking at you expectedly. 

“i love you.”

shout out to bon iver for this one.

[hisokaisdaddyz]

❝Kinky Sinz june- Overstimulation & Oral sex❞ ✧ ೃ

♡Exploring kinks with Astarion.♡

His hand left her wrist and gripped her hips, fingers digging in as he pulled her body back against him, pressing his rigid cock against her ass. "You're so close, little one, what if I gave it to you right now, would you cum for me?"

.ೃ࿐☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆.☆࿐

☆Overstimulation & Oral sex.☆

☆Fem Pov☆

This was my first Astarion bot, he's been my latest obsession, Neil Newbon absolutely devoured this character. The way this man has a hold on me is wild.

☆Song Recommendation of the day! Slut me out 2-Nle Choppa.☆

☆This song reminds me so much of Astarion, since he's so down bad for himself.☆

{Again, another one of my bots.}

.ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄.ೃ࿐❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

Astarion was absolutely delighted since Y/N wanted fulfill the request he had, it took a week, and a lot of begging to convince her, nonetheless it was worth it, Astarion had been aching to explore more in the bedroom, since, he had lost his ability to walk in the sunlight, he stuck in the bedroom until the sun sets, so he figured he'd kill time, by fucking Y/N every chance he got; for instincts, he want to try Overstimulation out, he wondered how she'd look squirming underneath him, tears pricking her eyes, sinful little cries coming from her, as he pushed her over the limit. He wanted to hear her begging him to stop, while he buried his cock deep into her, abusing her pretty little cunt until he's had his fill, but of course he loved the slow, sensual sex, it was the way he loved her, he wanted to make sure she felt it.

However, this was also good. Being able to taste her on his tongue, her salty but sweet juices mixed with his semen which filled every hole she had, since he stuffed her with it, he'd kept fucking it right back into her everytime it leaked. He had also noticed how much she loved the way his tongue dragged along the slit of her pussy, the cold, wet feeling made her shiver, or when his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it on, while his fingers fucked her, it brought him pleasure, so much, he felt his cock twitch, a low groan emitted from him as he nearly came, knowing she felt good, was more than enough.* "Do not forget....the safeword, Darling. What is it?" He questioned, he wanted to make sure she didn't forget the damn word again, when he hears her mutter red, He gets a sense of relief and darts his tongue back in

His hold on her wrist tightened as he buried his face in her pussy, eating like he hadn't feasted in weeks. He loved the way she trembled, the way her knees were beginning to give out, but he held up by her wrist. This position was more convenient in many ways. She sat on her knees, her ass facing him, and he held her wrist back to keep her up, and to prevent her from running, which she did often.

Her loud cries, and pleas were like music to his ears, the way she cried his name, the way her body trembled violently, she had came so many times, he had lost count, they'd been going at it for about two hours, non-stop. "God's below, you're one filthy little freak, aren't you?" Astarion mumbled against her pussy in a teasing manner, his voice sent vibrations against her clit, causing her to cry out, and nearly cum again, but the second he realized she was near he pulled away, edging her for the fifth time, he found joy in the way she squealed, and groaned out of frustration. His hand left her wrist and gripped her hips, fingers digging in as he pulled her body back against him, pressing his rigid cock against her ass.

"You're so close, Darling, what if I gave it to you right now? I take it you'd be satisfied?” This was most erotic thing Astarion had ever seen. He'd nearly come himself, just from the sight of her shaking body, her lips parted, her face flushed, sweat dripping down her body. He'd never seen her so vulnerable, so open, so exposed.*

"If release, is what you're looking for, then I suggest you start begging for it, Cheeky little pup." 

[blackdollette]

hihi!! kappa request!

this is gonna be a wild one! he’s a hard dom and likes kn!feplay, i want him to be mean and rough pleaseeeee. like if he was taking stuff out on us but can we get some aftercare too please???

your work gets me through the absolute most boring college days thank you for being here !!

omg that's so real. i write most of my fics during school.

"got a knife in my shirt." | kappa

peppers. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl @vanlisbon @oliviah-25 @livingdead-reilly @yungbloodsuxca @imoonkiss @lankysimp @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526

female!reader x kappa

word count: 984

contents: knife play (do not read if uncomfy!), blood, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, overstimulation

the look of intense fear in your eyes made kappa think for a moment that this was all too much for you. but this was the same girl who had orgasmed 16 times in one night and only passed out twice. so he knew that you could handle this.

he had you laying on your back on a cold bed, a ball gag in your mouth and your limbs tied up. it didn’t help that you were completely stripped too. your nipples had become erect from the draft that came in from the open window. it was almost as if you could feel the disapproved gazes from above, but that didnt matter to you right then. 

kappa dragged his sharp blade along the lines of your collarbones, seeing your skin gleam with a tinge of red. you winced, inhaling sharply as he drew a thin line of blood. a grin tugged at his lips like he only gained more pleasure from seeing you in pain. 

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking the gag out of your mouth and kissing you with a deep hunger and desire that he longed to release. you squirmed underneath him, wanting to wrap your arms around him in an embrace but not being able to because of the circumstances he put you in. 

he deepened the kiss, using his tongue to explore the depths of your mouth as he used the side of his blade to play with your throbbing cunt, drawing a few strings of wetness from your hole. 

he pulled away abruptly, bringing his mouth to your ear as you panted through your swollen lips. “i bet you know what you’re in for tonight. i am going to make you feel pain like never before, but you can take it for me, right?” he phrased the question innocently as he stared daggers at you, daring you to say the wrong thing. you nodded frantically, an unearthly heat pooling in your core.

he forced your legs into the air, giving your ass a harsh slap as he watched you grind your clit on the knife. he pushed your legs apart as far as they would go without straining against the rope too much. then he brought himself down so that he was face to face with your pussy. 

“look how wet you already are… you’re a nasty girl, arent you..?” he cooed mockingly, using his thumb to toy with the clit as he slipped his middle finger into you. you whimpered, watching as he dragged the knife down the back of your thigh, using the pleasure counterbalancing the pain he inflicted. 

and that’s when you noticed the switch in his eyes. you knew that he had been being unusually sweet this entire time, but now he was going for it. he hungrily began sucking on your pussy, feasting on it like a predator that had been waiting before striking its prey. you screamed out, your moans bouncing off the walls as drops of blood flowed down your leg.

he went ahead and shoved four of his fingers into you, making you shiver from feeling so full but so deprived at the same time. his rhythm was perfect. you were trembling from the overwhelming feeling but wanted to bed him to never stop. he curled his fingers inside of you, pressing them against your bladder and making sure to hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

you felt your stomach churn everytime he drew a new pattern on your bleeding flesh with his knife, but you were helpless to stop it. he brought his mouth away from your dripping cunt, spitting on it before giving it a slap, making you jump.

he got on top of you, his gaze radiating malice and cruel intentions. you felt him whip out his cock, the rock-hard tip slapping against your puffy clit. you couldn’t help but whine, causing him to grip your jaw firmly, speaking darkly.

“i don’t wanna hear a single goddamn sound of your mouth, you hear?” he brought the knife to your throat, making you shiver. you knew he would never actually kill you, but he was a master at making your blood race with fear.

he lined up his cock with your gushy entrance, letting out a low groan as he pushed himself into your deep core. then he began pounding into you, not even giving you a second to adjust. as he slammed himself into your gummy walls, you felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach.

this was only the first round but you were already losing it, clinging onto him as he rearranged your guts. “k-kappa..! i’m-” you couldn’t even get your words out before your found yourself cumming all over him, hot sticky liquid spilling out of your hole as you choked out a sob.

but he didn’t stop. in fact, you saw anger flicker through his eyes as wrapped his hand around your throat. “think you can cum without my permission, hm?” he thrusted into you slowly but much deeper than before, making your back arch. “i’m not gonna be done with you for a long time, so hold on tight.” your blood ran cold at that statement, but there was nothing you could do.

he went on for hours and hours, using you and tossing you around like a ragdoll until the sun began to rise. you were lying on your stomach, panting as your body shook from overstimulation. kappa wasn’t in the room right now, so you took that opportunity as a chance to regain your composure. 

your hole was filled to the brim, still throbbing as it attempted to recover from the night you just had. then you heard his slow steps walking back into the room, stopping right by the bed as he crouched down beside you and stroked your cheek gently. he whispered softly, not wanting to startle you. “hey angel. i’ve got a nice, warm bath ready for you.”

you nodded slowly, sitting up with a struggle until he picked you up bridal style and took you to the bathroom himself. he set you into the soapy bath, using a soft sponge to clean some of the blood off you. then you met his eyes and saw a gentle smile on his face. he brought his lips to your forehead, planting a little kiss onto it as he spoke one last time.

“you’re all mine, angel. all mine.”

author's note: thank you all for 900 followers!

[kmenkea]

Bloodlust - Part 8

Summary: "That drow. That damned drow. She was surely plotting something, trying to ruin him in some way, through her pleasantries. It was just in her nature." Doubt creeps in Astarion's mind about his travelling companion. And yet he cannot stop caring. Why does it hurt so much to be betrayed from her? And what if, maybe, he should trust her after all? Why else would she defend him when so close to victory?

A/N: This chapter and the next (probably next 2) are going to be from Astarion's POV. I wanted to experiment with his side of the story and show what he might be feeling (or at least how I HC what he feels)

But, I want to say that I will take a longer break from publishing this fanfic. I want to highlight that it is not over and will keep posting, but I just need a bit of time. I broke up with my long time partner and the thought of romance just makes me feel bad. He was also my beta reader, so that's a problem I'll have to sort somehow lol. anyway, hope you're liking it so far. Let me know what you think.

Read on AO3

(I like the idea of him having golden eyes when alive)

Astarion’s eyes darted through the bushes, following the patch of brown fur hiding among the foliage. His steps were light on the soft ground, so that he was able to get close to the animal. It raised its nose, smelling his presence in the wind, but it was already too late. With a jump, the vampire grabbed both ears of the rabbit. The little beast screeched and kicked upwards to escape, flailing until… a twist. Its body limp and the neck dislocated. Without wasting a second, the vampire bit the rabbit; its little heart pumped its precious blood into his mouth. 

The taste was horrible, wild and muddy, like stale bread. His heart and gut were ignited by agony. The red liquid poured into his mouth and down his throat and he waited for the fire to subsize, for each laceration of his viscera to close, but the respite that came was so miniscule, a balm that only slowed, not stopped the erosion of his insides.

The elf threw the carcass to the ground, swiping his chin with the back of his hand. This was the third animal he ate that evening. By all accounts he should have been full. Gods, he used to drink dead rats and insects, these rabbits would have been a glorious feast just a few weeks ago. But now he wanted more. He was eager for sweetness, to share a soul and feel it slip under his fangs, not to pluck fur from in between his teeth while walking back to camp. 

That drow had absolutely ruined him. 

Everytime a drop of her blood was spilled, his senses couldn’t help but flare up, his stomach churn and growl and his fingers twitch in anticipation. He wanted her neck so badly, to bite into that soft warm flesh and take all for himself, everything he had missed in two hundred years of undeath. It smelled of gracious elven blood, but with deep, dark notes of moss. Cool like an underground lake, yet fiery and violent like lava. Abyssal and chaotic, losing his mind in a spiral that forced him down towards her.

He let out a sigh as his knees almost went limp, reminiscing of that glorious taste. 

He reached the safety of their camp, back in the wilderness and his eyes couldn’t help but fall on Leeith: she was laying down near the fire with Karlach, Shadowheart hovering over them: both of their feet had been badly mangled by traps hidden below the mud of the swamp. It looked like such a peaceful lakeside forest, until the illusion vanished and all that was left was rotting wood and, well, traps that neither of them noticed. They were forced to cut the day short and return to camp. Lae’zel and Wyll were in charge of finding food and preparing their camp. 

He caught a whiff of that delicious honey, and the flame in his heart rose again, opening his wounds. He was hungry again. 

But everything was lost.

It took all his might to ignore them and hide in the safety of his little tent. 

All and all, it was a cosy little space: it was cramped and dark, littered with old dirty jars. The smell of old blood filled his nostrils and, even if it was almost putrid, it was welcome: at least the disgust pushed away the longing for better food. What a beautiful ambience!

In the dark, he took off his cumbersome gambeson and heavy boots, changing them for soft leather shoes and his clean shirt. Astarion's hands smoothed out the fabric over his chest, picking a leaf or two out of the threads and checking his trousers for any stain. Surely he looked perfect as always, didn't even need a mirror to know he was astonishingly handsome and his hair was set up perfectly. His face with his… lips? What shape were they again? He traced a finger over them, feeling the little incave in the middle and how strong the curvature was. He imprinted it into his mind, or at least tried to see it. It didn't matter, he knew his lips were hardly his best feature, surely his eyes were much more important, with perfect eyebrows and long eyelashes, surely. He passed a finger over them, but it was no use. 

He couldn't see it. He couldn't remember his face at all. He reached for a little mirror, thrown carelessly under his bedroll: there he was. Or should have been. Understandable, his tent was extremely dark, he just needed to step foot outside, feel the torchlight shine in his eyes, raise the mirror again and… still nothing. He stared into the mirror more, to catch even a glimpse of his forsaken and forgotten eyes. All was truly lost. Even the tadpole couldn't give back himself.

Like clockwork, there she was, walking towards him, less spring in her step, but still gracious and inviting. It was time for their evening conversation, apparently; everyday, a little bit of time they would carve for one another. It was almost pleasurable.

The vampire's heart twisted and burnt again, his hunger yet again demanded to be satisfied. It could have been so easy to ask for blood from the drow, but could he pay the price? If one single thing was true about her, is that nothing of hers was free. Surely he could have asked for blood or help with the necromancer's tome or a number of other things, but what was the cost going to be? Sex he could give, but to be bound to her forever, like she asked the night prior? Switch a master for another? Unthinkable. 

She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at him with those deep red eyes. They probably were the same colour as his, if he had to guess.

“Looking at something?” He met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. The drow's expression was just plain.

“Just looking. What are you doing?” She raised an eyebrow, motioning at the empty mirror.

“I'm looking too, but not seeing very much. Another quirk of my… affliction.” Leeith gave an understanding nod, still standing behind him. She knew of his little reflection problem already, so his answer wasn't surprising.

“Do you miss it? Looking at your face” Such a sweet and understanding voice, it almost made him believe she did care about his sorry carcass. Astarion turned around to face her, wearing a little snobbish grin.

“Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I've never even seen this face, not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.” The drow nodded, mentioning something about how right he was. The vampire had a quip ready, but…

“What colour were they before?” The question surprised him. He stopped, focusing on his own image as the smile died from his lips. How could this stupid dark elf always make him drop his act and reach under his skin.

“I- I don't know. I can't remember. My face is just some dark shape in the past.” Bile and anger rose in him. How could he forget his own appearance? What use was freedom, when he still couldn't have back the most basic part of himself. “Another thing I've lost.” He smashed the hand mirror on the ground: useless trinket.

Leeith jolted back a bit, out of the way of the sharp shards. Her hand twitched upwards, maybe wanting to reassure him, while the vampire just stared at her. She stopped, running her eyes all around his face and body.

“What?” Said Astarion, confused by her sudden inquisitiveness.

“I'll be your mirror. What do you want to know?” She was warm, so unbecoming of a creature of the underdark. 

“And what do you see exactly?” His lips said against his will. How could this stupid dark elf always make him feel welcome and worthy of companionship.

She squinted. “Strong piercing eyes.” Mh, yes, of course: his eyes were always quite spectacular.

“Oh, go on” The vampire smiled, basking in compliments.

“That dangerous smile.” Apparently Leeith was a connoisseur of quality. His heart swelled with pride.

“Very good. Now tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.” The vampire raised his chin and closed his eyes, posing like a great statue.

“Is that all you want? Shallow praise?” She mocked whilst chuckling, making Astarion raise an eyebrow.

“Hardly. There's also gold, sex, revenge. Quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I'll always settle for shallow praise.” She smiled and took a deep breath. 

“You are beautiful, Astarion. The Deva of the higher planes and the Incubi of the hells, may only dream of achieving your perfection. The dawn shining on morningdew cannot compare to your radiant self. My heart can only ache when blessed to witness your glorious figure.” She had her hands on her heart, reciting the verses. There it was, her allure shining through her words, the force of personality to bend people's will to her own whims with a glare and a few honeyed words. Astarion felt… weirdly comforted. Even if she jested, maybe there was truth to it. He hoped.  

“Mirror's aren't much use. But being reflected in someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse.” 

“If you need more reassurance of your beauty, just ask away. I might have Wyll teach me a few sonnets if that will be of help.” 

He laughed it off and they parted ways soon after. The drow needed to recover and Astarion too would have an early trance, to wake up and admire the dawn on the morrow. 

A certain amount of peace was comfortably sitting in his chest that morning: the day was so bright and warm it almost felt like summer and the forest air was rejuvenating on his naked skin. The grass below his back was soft and still wet with dew, smelling musty and herbal. What he was mostly happy for was the sun shining brightly upon him.  

He still didn't know what he looked like, but it was reassuring that whatever he was, he could count on the beauty of his appearance still. At least, according to what Leeith said the night before. Many in his life had complimented it, but it was most often drunkards who unlucky wanted to bed him. None of their words were true. 

And for as much as he wished otherwise, the drow was one of them. She had to be plotting something. It was just in her nature. Why else would she be so friendly with him specifically? He had been such a fool to think that she maybe saw him as a true friend, that saw his interior world. 

He remembered that day in the blighted village, after killing the ogres, when she showed off her golden tongue. And later, after the wizard left: that morning she talked so much about being a just leader and only trying to protect the grove from the threat of an explosion. Lies, all of them probably. She held everyone - the tieflings and the druids alike - in contempt. She didn't care about their lives, so something else must have been the cause. It was no secret that the drow despised Gale because of an old insult. Could she have killed him? Was that the end of everyone who displeased her? If she was lying about everything that morning, he would have, should have, picked up on something: a word out of a place, a tinge of anxiety in her eyes or an intimidating remark. Instead she laid herself almost bare, relaxed, sorry even.

Threats and deceit were the only thing she knew and she was a master at both. In two hundred years he had done nothing but lie. But Leeith's charisma was a talent that surpassed his own. 

Doubt of her had settled and with every passing day, it grew. When was the drow going to show the cards up her sleeve? What was going to happen to him? Was she just Cazador’s mole? Why did the thought of these days all being a lie hurt him so much? She was just like anyone else, a helpful tool towards his freedom, no matter how much he enjoyed the time spent together. No matter how different it felt to lay with her under the trees. 

He had thought much about that night; it kept coming back to him, both when awake and in his dreams. As time buried the disgust he felt, something more came to light: more than the realisation of his freedom, of the warmth they shared, of her blood spilling in his mouth. Nothing so platonic. 

He had just enjoyed the night. Carnally. Past the act he put up, he just couldn’t resist reliving her moans, his pleasure, her pleasure, the tightness of her body around his member. The feeling of his fingers running across that pale grey skin and the moment she pushed him to the ground, grinning, wanting him. And the end, when he couldn’t help but fall down on her, feeling like he had died for just a little bit of time. He wanted it again. Astarion was almost compelled to ask to share his bed a second time. 

But he couldn't with a backstabbing drow such as her. No matter how sweet and genuine Leeith’s smile was for him - and him alone.  

Gods! Whatever! He was going to keep his friendly act up until it was useful and, if need be, he knew he could always count on his dagger and the shroud of darkness. A golden tongue wouldn't save her from his golden, bloody hands. 

“Astarion!” And there she was, screaming his name from somewhere in the forest. He didn’t respond, annoyed by the fact his sunbathing time was disturbed. His name was called a few more times, along with angry words in Undercommon. 

“Over here, dear.” He sighed at last, without moving an inch. The sound of steps got closer until finally the drow was squatting by his side. 

“Good morning, handsome.” She said in a lusty, deep tone. “Sorry for interrupting your ‘Lizard time’.” 

“Ugh, why would you compare me to such a foul critter?” He winced, still with his eyes closed.

“Because I don’t know other overworld creatures that sunbathe - and the animals in the underdark don’t know what the sun is.” She was so good at faking joy in her voice, it almost sounded like she was genuinely happy to see him. Disgusting. 

“If you’ve come here just to insult me, please, spare your words. I’ve had enough of this.” His tone came out a bit more rude than he had anticipated. Astarion finally sat up. Leeith seemed a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst. Surprise quickly turned into resentment and he could see her eyes narrow.

“I just came here to tell you we’re leaving and if you want to come or not.” She got up. “If you don’t, it’s fine, I’ll just have Wyll along.” The vampire weighed his options for a second.

“For as much as I would love to do nothing but lounge while you risk your life for me and the thought of spending my entire day being glared at by Lae’zel delights me, I think I’ll come along, darling.” He picked up his shirt and shoes from the ground, quickly putting them back on. 

“Are you sure? You seem a bit off. I’d rather not have you freak out at the worst of times.” The drow crossed her arms, clearly studying him. She was still irritated, but also maybe… concerned? Was she scared that her little act had been discovered? 

“Oh, don’t you worry. I'm still as sharp as ever. I just don't like to be disturbed while I work on my tan.” She raised an eyebrow right before shrugging.

“Maybe looking tanned like a common farm hand will bring your ego down to mortal levels.” They both began walking to camp. The vampire noticed how she avoided direct sunlight and winced when a ray hit her eyes.

“That's quite impossible. I would still be a world-endingly beautiful elf. A hidden diamond.” 

“Under the mud and cow dung, sure, you would be a very splendid gem.” 

“Of course I would. You demonstrate that beauty can be born even from the worst of people, dark elf.” Astarion leaned down a bit, placing a hand over her shoulder. He hadn't met many drows in his life, but she did look beautiful. Even her red tinted hair had a certain wild charm. 

“Drow. Not “dark elf”. Don't put me together with you Darthiir.” Fortunately her drow supremacist rant came to rescue him from thinking more about her positive traits. She was the enemy. Astarion had to categorically stop thinking good things about her. 

How unfortunate, then, that on that very day, they would meet an old face. 

As they explored deeper into the swamp, baaing at redcaps who still thought they were polymorphed into sheep - which annoyingly got a chuckle out of the vampire no matter how hard he told himself to stop finding the drow interesting - the party ran into a man. The smell around him was so rancid, leagues above the putrid waters that surrounded them. Astarion recognised his old acquaintance in a heartbeat: a Gur. Of course, no other people could smell so foul but his kind. They infested the city with their presence, and, after what they did to him, his hate was more than justified. The vampire was ready to bar his fangs, but as always, Leeith spoke up first.

“Oh stranger, forgive the aroma. Powdered iron-wine. An old hunter’s trick: most monsters will think twice before making a meal out of me.” The Gur glossed over everyone. He didn’t pay any mind to Astarion, acting friendly. This gave him enough confidence to walk up to him. Rage was bubbling up his chest and it took all of his effort not to point a dagger at the fool's throat already. 

“You’re a monster hunter? I’m surprised: I thought all Gur were vagrant cut-throats.”  The man shook his head, sighing at him, but still at ease.

“What's a Gur? He looks plain like any other surface dweller.” The drow gestured at him. Was she… feigning ignorance now? How could Gurs not fester in the Underdark too?

The hunter responded, diverging Leeith's attention from the elf. 

“We’re a mystical and dangerous people; we travel the land, never settling in one place. We steal your chickens, curse your crops, seduce your daughters. Your friend here has heard it all, I'm sure. I wish we had half the powers settled folks think we possess. Alas I'm a simple wanderer - a simple wanderer and monster hunter. But I'm no witchdoctor or cut-throat.” Monster hunters. Tks, more like thugs and barbarians who shouldn't be allowed to be near civilised societies. 

“If I were a cut-throat I wouldn't admit it either.” Said Leeith. Of course the traitorous bastard wouldn’t admit to it. How many more things was she still hiding? Why were they still talking to the Gur in front of them, he was just a nuisance. Even his voice was enough to make the hair on his nape stand up in disgust. 

“True. And I have no proof to offer but my word. If you wish, our path need not cross again. I'm haunting a vampire spawn and it is a little too bright for you to be my prey. His name's Aatarion and I'm afraid he's gone to ground-” The world fell into silence. If his heart still beat, it would have given up just now. 

Gods of course: there was no other reason for her to still be talking to this Gur. How could he be so blind. So blinded by… what? Companionship? For two hundred years he had uses Cazador’s teachings to make people fall for him. How could he not recognise the same tactics, the flirtiness and fake concern that the drow sported in every word, just enough to make him trust her, the same routine he was forced to learn. 

Were the devil and the half-blood in on it? They probably wouldn’t have turned their backs on the drow for a useless spawn such as himself. He couldn’t win against four people, he would run away at the first opportunity. He wasn’t going to let a fucking drow sell him off. 

He lowered his eyes at her and the insufferable smirk that was surely painting her lips. She was already signing her victory no doubt about it. 

They glanced at each other: what was up with her face? Her lips were thin and a brow raised, while her eyelids shot open with surprise. That wasn’t the expression of a winner. 

“And when you'll find this ‘Astarion’ you'll kill him?” She returned nonchalant in a split second, hand carefully slipping by the handle of her rapier. 

“Not this time. My orders are to capture him” Her stance changed, one foot stepping behind the other, the rest of her body facing the hunter: it was very subtle, merely shifting her weight around, but enough to let the vampire know that she was ready to attack a common enemy. 

“Oh, and bring him where exactly?” Said Astarion, testing the waters. He was still ready to jump backwards and run, maybe throw a vial of acid behind him to slow down his captors. 

“Baldur's gate. My people wait for me there.” Leeith glanced back at the vampire with a tense gaze: they both knew who was waiting in the city. She still hadn’t made a move against him either. Maybe he had been too quick to judge. Surely if she had to apprehend him, she would have attacked already, not keep drawing information from the Gur. And he looked more and more confused, but also still relaxed, unaware of the elf’s identity. 

“Only a spawn? Pity, it's not like he is a real vampire.” Said Leeith, with a mocking tone. Astarion glared at her: how could she joke at a moment like this. Frankly, he should have cut her just for the insult. 

“I don't know. I'm sure a vampire spawn could still rip out your throat if he felt like it.” He limited himself to words, but he was going to complain about it later. Maybe sink his fangs a little deeper next time he fed.

“He is right, unfortunately. They are only weak when compared to their masters. During the day we have the advantage. But at night, when they hunt? You will not find a more deadly quarry.” Gods, this “monster hunter” was still so clueless. He felt insulted that Cazador would choose someone as dense as him. 

The drow and the elf eyed each other: they didn't need words nor the connection of the tadpoles to understand what the other thought.

“Interesting. So, Astarion what do you think?” She smirked, leaving the stage open for him. 

“That's Astarion? No, impossible!” The look on the Gur’s face was priceless. 

“These days I'm making the impossible look easy.” Then the vampire turned to his faithful friend. “May I?” 

The Gur scrambled back, unprepared to deal with him just now.

“After you.” She bowed theatrically, her arm lighting up with magic. 

“Thank you dear.” With an elegant nod, Astarion loaded a bolt in his crossbow. 

The hunter had stepped backwards in the meantime, taking aim right for the vampire. He felt vines grow right from below his feet which snatched him on the spot, making him unable to dodge the subsequent crossbow shot. He hissed in pain, but still raised his arm and shot back. Maybe spending that much time joking with Leeith wasn't the best of choices, but no matter: he had her backing him and even Karlach and Shadowheart were joining in the fight, running at their assailant. 

Leeith remained close to him, summoning eldritch blasts from her fingertips, recoiling back everytime they burst. Her eyebrows were furrowed and focused, noticed the vampire even in the midst of battle. 

The hunter shot again, hell bent on at least killing him even if it cost his life. A mistake, because his aim was pathetic now that the two massive women were in front of him, swinging at him with sword and spells. He was able to dodge a few, but, at every opportunity, a blast or a crossbow bolt would come right at him from far away. Rancid blood and sweat poured out of him and his breathing got heavier. 

Astarion was being defended by everyone. He was not alone. This newfound confidence improved his skills and none of his shots missed their targets. 

And it was him who dealt the final blow, right at the man's knee, shattering it no doubt. The hunter fell down, still conscious, whimpering in pain from all the cuts and burns on his body. 

Leeith helped the elf out of the grappling vines, checking if he was ok with a glance. He waved her away and reached in his pocket for one of her exquisitely brewed potions. 

The drow walked in front of the Gur and knelt by his side, grabbing a fistful of his long hair to stare in his terrorised eyes. He begged between short breaths.

“What is your name?” Her tone was stern.

“Gan-Gandrel. Please. Please- I- mercy. Please please.” His voice got weaker with every word. 

“Now, Grandrel, I would love nothing more than to let you live. My old friends used to say I am the most merciful drow of the underdark.” The vampire looked at her with an inquisitive gaze. Was she not going to kill him? Was she stupid? Death was too good for that man. He thought of sprinting into action, but Leeith pointed a dagger at the Gur's throat not an instant later.

“I would love nothing more than to let you go back to Cazador and make you tell him that a Lolth’s servant is coming after him, ready to fuck his uptight ass with sand and broken glass. Maybe get a gnoll to do it.” A shiver ran down Astarion's spine. Fear yes, but also the pleasure of vengeance. Leeith's words were enticing and full of desire, making love to his vampiric ears. He had no doubt that she was being truthful, too. 

“But unfortunately, you're a liability for us. What if you told the bastard of our position, uh?” The Gur tried to plead more, but she stopped him by placing the dagger on his lips. “Let me finish, Gandrel. Not only you're a liability to us, but also to yourself. Cazador - the guy who employed you - is a true vampire. If the stories a true, he is quite apt at torture and suffering. What do you think would happen to you if you came back without Astarion, uh? As I said, I am the most merciful drow.” She turned around to stare at Astarion, extending her dagger by the handle. “Care to finish him off, darling?” 

Astarion smiled, kneeling in front of her. Their red eyes met, becoming one. How could he have ever doubted her? There was no one in the world more alike to him than that drow. No one who better understood him nor was ever as willing to murder for him. She was above and beyond his rosiest expectations. 

Crimson sprayed over both their faces and they smiled at each other.

Maybe praying even to Lolth all those many years ago had not been a mistake, if this was the custodian angel she sent. 

“You really are a sick fuck for slitting a man's throat like that.” Said Karlach, interrupting their moment. 

“You had as strong a hand in killing him than any of us did. You just didn’t land the killing blow.” Leeith was patting his corpse, pocketing anything she found useful. Not that there was much except for a heavy crossbow he couldn’t use.

“But he was pleading for his life. We could have spared him or just- not tell him that he was Astarion. We could have turned back and forgotten about this.” The tiefling was trying to be reasonable, but the drow shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“The man wanted to kidnap our friend. I value Astarion’s life much higher than that of a cut-throat. What would have happened once he was healed back? Or what if a much worse monster came to us? This guy was ready to sign a deal with a hag to find him, that would have fared badly for all of us. I look after my people. I almost risked my life to get rid of your own kidnappers, remember?” She stood up, and the two argued for a little more, until the cleric stopped them, fed up with both. They both stood on their convictions, so it was better to cut it here before spirits turned sour. 

They still had parts of the swamp to explore. Karlach went in front to avoid Leeith and was followed by Shadowheart. The vampire and the drow remained a few metres back, gossiping. 

“So, there’s a monster hunter after you?” Said Leeith. He knew the conversation was coming.

“Not anymore, which is all that matters really.” He tried deflecting, but she wasn’t having it. 

“What if there are others? He might not have been alone.” 

“We'll deal with them, like we did with this one.” A certain worry was weighing down his heart, ripping the smile off of his lips. 

“Are you sure Cazador is behind this?” A useless question and she knew it, judging by how heavy her voice was, so that no one could hear them. 

“It was him. I'm sure. Only he would know to send a Gur after me.” He struggled to contain the volume down. “It was a group of Gur that attacked me that night in Baldur's Gate. I would have died had Cazador not appeared and saved me.” 

“What a good heart he had: saved you by making you a slave.” She scoffed

“Well, he didn't mention the slave clause at the time. And now he sends a Gur monster hunter to look for me. It's a message.” He slowed his pace down to a halt, absorbing in the view. “He's reminding me of his power. Even in the middle of nowhere he can reach me and he wants me back.” 

“But why would he? Why not just kill you?” She stopped beside him, signalling to Karlach and Shadowheart to push farther on their own. Astarion appreciated it, not having his secrets made public domain. This still couldn't hide the sadness in his voice.

“Maybe he wants to make an example out of me. To show what happens to runaways. Or maybe he thinks death would have been too good for me.” 

“I would love to say you're safe here, but… He won't let go easy, will he? How concerned should I be?” She held her chin with one hand, in thought. Was she dumb enough to think she could pick a fight with a vampire now? Or did she not know anything about them.

“Concerned? Do you know the powers a vampire lord possesses?” His temper rose up, remembering all the terrible things he had witnessed his master do. “He can change shape, turn into mist, call wolves to do his bidding, shrug off blows like they're nothing. He could walk into our camp tonight and kill you with his bare hands. And you'll be lucky if death is the worst thing that happens to you.” He pointed a finger in her face, which she stared at and moved away gently.

“All right. You know him best. What do you suggest?” 

“First we have to… uh.” Started the vampire, trying to come up with something. The more plans he had, the more he had to turn down in his head. Most of those plans didn't go further than storm the palace in the morning and kill him. ”I don't know! If we keep killing his lackeys he'll just send more. We just have to be vigilant; keep our wits about us. And kill any monster hunter on sight.” The drow raised her brow and couldn't hide a smirk. 

Astarion felt insulted. Who did she believe herself to be? He was the one that had to suffer. He had made a grave mistake forgiving her. And why were her hands reaching for his throat now? She couldn't strangle him since he didn't breath- she put her hands on his shoulders at the base of the neck. He tried to pull away from the unwanted touch, but she squeezed him lightly, reassuringly. A bit of her body heat spread down even with the thick gambeson he was wearing. It took all of his composure and will power not to lean in her gentle touch.

“Hey.” She looked serious, but calming. “I know it seems hard right now, ok? And I know vampires are strong. I probably couldn't kill one right now. But don't let your fear make you wander far. There's miles between here and the city and he can't travel easily overground. He won't come. And by the time we reach Baldur's Gate, we will have grown stronger. And I promise you, he will suffer. You can carve a poem into his back too, do even more revisions, uh? Besides, he can't control you with the tadpole still inside your mind and you are a proficient rogue, you'll escape again.” He shook his head and straightened his back. 

“Oh you are a sweetheart, but I'm not going to delude myself.” He wriggled free of her hold, not without a part of him suddenly missing the comforting warmth. She lowered her arms and shrugged, then turned to walk away. 

“I know fear. I have dealt with mine and freed myself of it. You will too, I'm sure of that Astarion. Until then, follow your advice, keep your wits and a clear head.”

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Dear Rae,

I am sorry I simply can not shut up, THE FEAST YOU SERVED US. My head is in my hands and I am shaking my head just drowning in the immensity of it all. I really didn't want to come here with some corny tapestry metaphor but the bayeux could never, one thread snags and another one weaves a new, even brighter , image onto the fabric, !!!

You gave us Lilly (lilly pining for james, sire.. i've never even seen this) , slutty James potter (he is my life line), The Midas reveal???!! The regulus plot line thickens- you said he was really dead but... dead in what way... who did james want them to ask?? The rabbit hole deepens...the red pill is down my throat we are in howls room in the moving castle.... "you're so used to looking away"... the unicorn blood (I'm scared), seeing remus in his own glamour for so much of his POV, the weight the line has always carried some how even heavier... it is on my neck and I cant breath!

You dropped one the most beautiful lines i've ever read in my life, what did you even do with yourself after you wrote; "every so often the universe makes an artist of itself in its arrangement of atoms into a body of matter" ... I was personally not okay, I could have gone my whole life without seeing those words strung together but life was really looking out for me today.

The detail about the gold earrings for the werewolf SW was just... such an incredibly visceral detail and coupled with the golden leash. The image of them in the cage together ..

I think what I loved also about remus POV was that although their perspectives were so vastly different, there were still moments where they didn't miss each other and where what was going on between them still felt undeniable? Sirius may be oblivious and Remus may be playing him like a fiddles, but he's gotten under his skin still hasn't he. He hates it but it's true. Theres also always such an innocence to Sirius, even when he's guilty and seeing that through Remus eyes was truly so gorgeous as well !

Thank you so much, Rae, your story means so much I COULD WRITE SO MUCH MORE but i'm trying to practice restraint.

Please take care!!

looking forward to having you back in July , or whenever you're ready <3

hi omg loving the metaphors....the imagery....will of course be holding my silence on any spoilers but 🤭🤭🤭 yes many possibilities indeed....

also glad u liked the artist line bc i actually hate it lmfao everytime i read back over that bit i'm like god i need 2 change this it's insufferable....but alas i was too lazy 2 go back and rewrite so. appreciate knowing that it was not as annoying as i thought it was

and remus playing sirius like a fiddle 💀 v true i was giggling + kicking my feet reading people's comments like 'omg remus is falling for him....' although. well u r perhaps correct abt sirius getting under his skin....who could say.....

tysm 4 the kind words 💕 💞

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“Sounds American enough for me,” Go-Go said. They might as well just loot the store, so she picked up some snacks that she hadn’t seen before yo go along with the alcohol. Poptarts. Hot Chili Takis. Peanut Butter cups. Jelly Bellies. It was Halloween, so bring on the candy rush.

And then onwards to the lengthy tour.

Even with the expensive alcohol burning through her stomach, she was a damn good driver, and took every turn that Dale advised her too, all without crashing onto the sidewalk or into lightposts and fire hydrants. They didn’t have to worry about the average person walking back, Valerie and Thomas had already made their way to the inn, and there were no other walkers.

The classics were cool enough, even if history wasn’t really her thing. “I could see you running one of those tourbuses,” She chuckled up at Dale. “With the microphone, making cheesy jokes to all of the tourists. You would be fantastic.”

She knew who most of the people that he talked about were. Clopin, obviously, they had met a couple of times, not the least of all she had seen him and his husband tonight, having a good time at the Ball. She tried to picture him as a younger man, which was pretty amusing. She could only do so with clown makeup. “They must be pretty close friends then,” She said, about Flotsam bringing up that tree everytime they would have passed it by.

She was snacking now, mixing the spicy with the sweet. Half-melted peanut butter cups with the takis stuffed in them. It was a feast for the eyes, for the ears, and now for the tongue.

“A magic school … full of teenagers … next to a super dangerous forest,” GoGo said dryly. She didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that it was going to go all wrong from the beginning. She didn’t mean to trash on his birth mom but she couldn’t help saying - “Really don’t think she was smart enough to open a school in the first place. Money can’t buy common sense, evidently.”

The construction was forever going to be unfinished. The person who had been working on it, meticulously building it back up, was long dead. Somewhere out there wandering, most likely. Forever searching for his toddler daughter. Tragic. Moving on.

She wasn’t used to these kind of compliments yet. She was growing adjusted to them, since the Laveaus could be complimentary people if they liked you. Especially Scout. But that coming from Dale, plus the snacks, plus the liquor.

She let out a belch as the bubbles from the alcohol seemed to come back up, and then giggled at herself. “Yeah, I’m glad you guys became kiwis too.”

They went into the fancy neighborhood. There was a playground now, at the place where Dale was pointing. The place that had once been the Renault house until Boogie destroyed it. “I always forget that those two were a thing,” She laughed, looking out the window, tilting her head slightly. “I really can’t imagine it.”

When they met, Chip had multiple wives. And Maddy was at the very least engaged to Bastien, and they were married shortly after the Laveaus moved to New Zealand. Anything else just seemed - odd.

“Why do I feel like it was you being the panty-stealer and not your brother?”

They kept on driving and stopping but Go-Go really didn’t mind. They had all night. And all day. “You kicked his ass, didn’t you?” She said about the guy that was running his mouth. That seemed a very Dale-like thing to do.

Funkytown was lit and looked like it was jumping, even if Figaro and Willem weren’t there quite yet. Door clown was dancing in the doorway, his hat just being seen through the window in the front door. Small figures were silhouettes through thin curtains. There was even a thump that could be heard from the outside (Diana’s leg had fallen off again and she took a tumble down the stairs, though she was alright as always). “Well shit, I hope we get to come back for a Funkytown party.”

She’d take occasional swigs of the liquor despite driving. Without any other cars on the roads, or pedestrians, there wasn’t as much worry. The alcohol seemed to help expand her mind during all of these stories, taking in what was behind and between the words. Getting to know Dale in a new light. Hell, they had even lived together and she didn’t know him that well. This was the most that they had talked, at least since her father kicked her out.

They really were going everywhere, from downtown to rich-ville to the trailerpark. This place had a lot of history, though Go-Go was only getting bits and pieces of it right now. She parked the car in front of the trailer that Dale was indicating, the headlights bringing light onto it. It looked abandoned. It looked … rough.

“Yeah,” She nodded, knowing that feeling all too well of losing a best friend. Fuck, she knew it well, as Dale had found out earlier. “I’m sure we would have got on.”

She held out another peanut-butter taki creation and the expensive bottle of alcohol, not saying anything.

“So you just make it your mission to be everyone’s big brother, huh?” She asked after a moment, remembering Babyface and Ellie, the two youngest at the Ball apart from when Frankie was brought up.

She stopped when he suddenly called out the wait, and climbed out through the open window, sitting on the door and leaning over the hood of the car, watching as he ran in and took a bunch of electronics. Even she was eyeing some of the stuff when he brought it back. “Damn, that’s a jacked-up laptop.”

In a good way, of course.

But then back to the roads, passing through places that … looked like a dream. Especially Sherwood forest. With it not being lit up, it looked like something out a horror movie that Figaro would love. Deserted. The joust was over.

“You’re lucky,” She spoke, after Dale was reminiscing about what one could do in the city in the span of a single day. “To have grown up somewhere so cool.”

Down the even shadier road, the trees not being tended to and growing out of control, limbs going out onto the road, making their branches hit the windshield. Nothing cracked it yet, but who could tell what would happen later down the line. There was a feeling of excitement growing inside of her to see the ruins of the old Laveau house, which she had heard so much about. It was like a little kid catching the first glimpse of a ferris wheel or a roller coaster on the way to an amusement park. So closer, just a little further.

“Of course there’s a Skull Rock, why am I not surprised.”

“I don’t know whether to believe you or not,” She teased. A door to another world just seemed … so crazy. So unlikely. And something that someone would definitely snatch up and use to make money or something like that. Build a resort in Christmasland. Capitalism as its finest. “Let me guess, Santa lives in there?”

The smell grew heavier the more they went. A heady, green smell that made her feel a little bit dizzy, though that could have been the alcohol too. She was driving slower, with the swamps all around. It looked and felt as if the car could get stuck and go down into the murky depths at any second. “You said there’s zombies around here, in these woods, right?” She asked, rolling up her window for the time being.

“Oh shit, yeah, probably,” She said, taking in Dale’s outfit again. It had been funny in the first place but now there was grass stains on the pink shirt from when he had crashed into the ground. Dirt stains too, on his knees and other parts of his body. Not to mention that half of him looked like a giant bruise, partly her doing. “I’d offer ya something but - it’s not my car so there’s no sweater in the back.”

She turned her head to look at him with an eyebrow raised, and then laughed, shaking her head, looking back to the trail. It was dark out here, despite the slowly raising sun. They couldn’t see beyond the headlights. More compliments. “Right, and you’ve had how much to drink tonight?”

“My parents hate everything, to be fair,” She cracked up, thinking of what their faces would look like if they could see her right now. “Almost wish I was talking to them again, just so I could tell them about this. Alone, with you, in our costumes, in a stolen car, in an abandoned city halfway across the world, going down what seems like the darkest fuckin’ path known to man.”

They’d probably try to exorcise her or something. Slap her with reeds because she didn’t know discipline. Lock her in her room for forty days and forty nights until she came to her senses or some such shit.

“You’re not too bad yourself, crop tops suit you, actually.”

"Unholy." He'd grin and hiss as he took a swig with all the muscles in his neck stretched involuntarily from the heat after it went down.

"Gummy Bears. Classic. Like Claudette. We know a lady who's so down with champagne gummy bears she baths in that shit, or so I've heard. She's a legend."

He'd grab a couple colorful bags and toss them in the basket with some chips.

"Most American? Oh, damn uh. Putting me on the spot. American American. Something in me wants to say Ballpark hotdogs but we're not at a ballpark so you I'm loading up with Doritos because that's what I like. Cool Ranch and Flaming Hot. I don't know what's most American, but I know what's most southern down here in LousiAnn. I'll get you some creole pork skins and hot peanuts since we aren't stopping for street food tonight." He laughed knowing there were no vendors in Feral anymore. He looked for a bag of that and some classic gator jerky, always a fun tourist pick-up at gas stations in the south.

They were leaving with a basket of snacks and Grey Goose, not to be fancy, but it was his actual go to outside a jack and coke. Blame Flotsam. High proof in GoGo's hand too. They were on their way. She only wanted to see one place and it didn't exist anymore.

"Mayyyyyyyyyybe. I wouldn't mind seeing that place either. Maybe we'll just drive by so you can see what it was like to go there. See what's become of it by now. We'll save it for the end since it's far out in the swamps maybe. I'll figure it out."

"We need no GPS tonight. I know this place like a-a I'm a human compass. Chip might dress like apocalypse is a fashion statement, but trust in me. Don't wig out when after we get past the city part. I'm never lost. I promise."

Sitting down into the car would make him look cripple again. He moved slower, cringed, and groaned as he sat. His injuries were inflamed and showed face the most when he was forced to bend. He let out another great, "Ahhhhhhh." When his back hit the rest he knew he was safely in GoGo's care. He was good to go.

He downed another swig and pulled open a bag of peanuts and a spicy scent of red-hot tickled his nose, but already he could feel numbness in his face. He started to smile. He wasn't particularly hungry after the ball yet, but it was Nola smell. It was home smell, a familiar smell, like a memory. He could close his eyes and almost see mudbug bakes across the quarter. He could almost hear the laughter, commotion, and fun of a Bourbon Street night, or maybe the lid being pulled off a giant pot of gumbo big enough to feed the whole camp. He turned his head and looked in her direction. "I'm feeling better already. Smells like gumbo or mudbugs. Way better than a Pinetree air freshener."

A drink or two later and he was about ready to focus. He allowed himself to enjoy letting the buzz hit him and then sat up so he could think better and tell her where to go. He decided to pretend like he took off a hand speaker from the ceiling like on tour bus rides and started talking into his palm and while giving directions.

What he did was have her drive around the quarter first because of reguar old tourism. It would be intereting to see what was left. He pointed to some classics. "Marie Laveau's cemetery. Her tomb is in there." There were some parts of Nola that just weren't going anywhere even though it was Feral now. He'd ramble on about St. Mark's and let her see some historical places that were easily seen on the internet. The point wasn't historical value. The point for Dale was to show GoGo the little spaces in-between so she could picture their past life. He'd say things he knew even if he didn't live it himself because it was always told to him. It was the history of his family. He'd say things like "-and here's where my dad would always point the tree he used to climb in to watch Clopin do his magic tricks when he was a street performer and living on the streets. We couldn't pass that tree without Dad opening his mouth and telling us as if he'd never told us before even though he told us every single time we'd come to the city. Not even a trip to McD's went without."

Dale would start getting tipsy as the memories started rolling. He would start to sound boring completely on purpose pointing to random historical buildings before rolling up to the large empty space that looked like a construction site. He was grinning so wide.

"And this my lovely, lovely, driving, sight-seeing, friend was once the site of The Magisterium where my deceased mother built a supernatural school for magic kids my father never wanted us to go to, but caved because he always did for her, while at the same time she went into politics and made it illegal for witches to use their magic in the way nature works, refusing to admit there's always a supreme witch that powers pass to from witch to witch even though it just sort of does. She thought she could outlaw nature. It was like trying to outlaw puberty. It was like living with someone who identified as a bleeding-heart liberal who only wanted to do good for the people, who didn't realize they were actually a Trumper with no common sense to what they were actually doing." He was getting a little buzz on so he was laughing. "AND.... she was so slick she decided to put her school next to a forbidden forest for real. RIGHT THERE." He pointed to a tree line way beyond the rubble. "Tons of dangerous magical creatures in there. I know. Let's build a school and put young kids that won't listen to rules right next to it, and I mean young. There was a daycare. I mean I get it if it was Hogwarts. But that's fiction. It was needed for the story to be funny. She did it for real. For real GoGo. She placed a school next to the most dangerous piece of land next to the Cursed 100 Akre Wood in Nola. Let's just say eventually all that shit didn't go over well with the town. And you my dear GoGo are looking at the remnants of my so-called life and why we eventually moved to New Zealand. Aint it beautiful?"

He rolled his head her way.

"At least one good thing came out of it. We met you."

Boy were his lips loose with the high proof. She'd seen Dale drink before, but something had gotten into him tonight.

"Ohhh, drive over there. Hi fancy schmancy lane. This is the road Chip obsessed Maddy over on. The first time we went there it was because we felt like we had to take care of Piper so she wouldn't get taken advangtage of by Pierre. She'd never been around other boys from the real world before. Clopin gave us like... older brother sorta orders and we took them very seriously. We may have stolen panties from that house... twice."

He didn't usually talk so openly about everything. Hell, GoGo lived with Dale as roommates for quite a while and he didn't open up this much. He was ready. Timing. But, at every stop between every drive to each new place he just kept jabbering. Something had gotten into him being back home like this. Maybe it was just the alcohol.

"That is the human school where I may have caused a riot." He started laughing real hard again. "An actual riot. I walked up to a mother fucker who was talking shit and didn't let it slide. Cop evasion was a sport while living here."

He started patting at GoGo's arm and made her turn towards Figaro's place. "That's Funkytown. You don't know anything until you've experienced a Funkytown party. That's where it all started. Damn fucker. Chip fucked the same dude up at a party there. Bunch a bullshit." He'd go into full blown explanations yammering on about silly events of their past and things that had happened all over the town.

If GoGo ever thought she knew these guys at all, she'd know them now because Dale was going down memory lane. He couldn't help himself. He'd stop at every other home or business and have a comment. It wasn't just things like that's where his family's tourist shop was, or that's where the House of Mouse used to be, where his Electric Voodoo used to play all the time. It was more like that's where I had to sit in dressing rooms when I was little until the show was over. It was always Dale's point of view. So, he'd start laughing and tell stories of how much mayhem he caused with his powers like equipment malfunctions, ticket booth sales gone wrong, old Pete's watches and clocks changing so shows could last longer so Chip and Dale could sneak around to cause havoc longer with patrons.

It would be revealed that's where the kids learned a lot of their cooking skills, hanging out with the chefs at the House of Mouse like babysitters while their daddies were jamming on stage. Sure, Cinderella was a kind of homemaker and passed that on to be sure, but she didn't get all the siblings do from being a house maid to the Tremaine's or reading Readers Digest recipes. The real fancy stuff the boys do, that came from the House of Mouse and being unwitting connoisseurs of fine dining. The boys always seemed to pull off what passed as fine dining and didn't seem to pay it much mind as anything special, but to them it's just how they do things. Homeschool kids had brains that soaked up the world. It's how they learned everything. Not that GoGo was looking for explanations to the how this family worked, but through the tour she was getting a look at the gears inside of the Dale cuckoo clock.

It was conversations like that's where he found a baby croc stuck in barbed wire, or the downed heron with the broken wing. It was more personal experiences to Dale that might start to paint a picture of who he was here. That no shame loud voice would bumble out stories of all his research on the animals he and his brother would do while doctoring wild animals and releasing them into the wilds behind their home that birthed the Rescue Rangers. For Dale his mind had a way of going off on the details of the computer programs he'd use to file the information for each animal and everything they'd do for them that he'd built from the bottom up. A bit of a tech side showing face here and there.

He waved his hands around. "Okay. Okay. Okay. Enough of this. You wanna see where Dale spent his time?" He pointed another direction, and he'd lead her close by the trailer park.

"This is where the Beagles lived. Most of 'em." He'd have her drive up to an unassuming single wide. "This is Megabyte's trailer where I spent most my days off the swamp." His smile started to fade for the first time. "He was my best friend, and nobody ever got to know him. I don't think I ever brought him to my house once. We didn't do that. We weren't really allowed. Sort of. I mean we were, but not. It wasn't the best idea. So, I never wanted to bother my parents with friends. They had so much heavy going on. Too risky. That's the hard part of grieving someone nobody knows. Nobody gets it but yourself."

He leaned over the console and said, "He was smart. I mean real smart. You'd have liked him. He'd have been able to keep up with your brain better than me. He was like a genius. He was a tech guy, hacker type but more. The guy that fixed up Maddy's papers from her old name. It's not just forgeries. No trace anywhere of her old self. Do you know how hard that is to do? We'd play games all day in there and talk smack. He was amazing and he was my friend. I wish you could have met him."

Then the pain of what had been going on in Dale, the silent pain that he never spoke of because it was his own. Everyone had their own problems. He carried his own burdens, his own grief. But for just a moment they reddened his face, and his lips held tight, and his cheeks ballooned out as he tried to hold it all in and stuff it back down where it belonged.

He sat back down in his seat and blew out and then pointed at where Babyface's trailer was. "That's where lil' Babyface lived. You met him. That's his lil' brother man. That's why I gotta take care of him if he'll let me. I owe it to Megabyte now that all this has happened. Then once Ellie got involved it was a done deal, but I'd have offered to help the kid anyway."

It was hard for him to be in the trailer park. Tour de Dale had to move on.

"Okay we gotta move this party." He was swigging big here. Shove the world down. Shove. Shove. Shove or he'd ending up really saying shit he didn't need to say. He was starting to remember why breaking things was easier. "Let's get out of this city already. This tour..." He was speaking into his invisible hand mic again, "is swamp ready. It's time to see real Nola. If you want to understand Nola through my eyes we have to get to the depths, baby." He started grinning again.

"WAIT!"

Before they pulled out of the trailer park, he pushed the door open and tumbled out of his car door. He pulled himself back up in a way that looked a little discombobulated. Between his injuries and the alcohol, he wasn't ready for how his head was going to feel. "Woah. Okay then." Then he marched up to the Megabyte's door and held onto the rickety wooden siderails and kicked in the door. It was a trailer. It wasn't hard. Then he came back carrying a cardboard box of laptops with wires hanging all out of the sides. He shoved it into the back of the car.

"I think he'd want me to have them."

He'd have fun going through them later when he got back home to New Zealand.

"Okay ready."

He would be moving better all things considering. The alcohol by this time was masking the pain. He didn't point out a lot after that. His heart was shoving things down still until they made it closer to the borders when he finally said, "OH! Look. There's Sherwood Forest. That's where we picked up weed. It's also where you could Robin Hood style ren faire all year round. Damn, I miss Wulf's strains of weed. He was such a cook too. He made superb edibles."

The memories got him laughing again. "You know a person could spend a day in every spot we've briefed rummaging around like an unlimited vacation stocking up on Mardi Gras masks, Victorian costumes, professional grade instruments, do our own tarot readings, play in crystal balls in all the magic shops, or have a joust in a full suit of armor, and camp out at the faire, and crank up the big Ferris wheel if a person wanted to, and go home with real knight swords and shields, full geek mode unbound. I'm starting to understand this Bastien hoarding thing I keep hearing about."

After that point it got to the long trail through the forest that led to swamplands. As all the city began to disappear, no lights behind them left twinkling in the distance, all nature before them and after gone, he'd say, "This is the drive. The drive we'd have every time we went to town. It's why if we came to the city we'd stay and make ourselves comfortable. There were no quick trips. It's worse than the bush back in NZ because there was our house, but then there was camp. If we wanted to get to camp, there came a spot the vehicles couldn't make it through. No road. You took canoes or kayaks on through the swamp. Also, why once we decided to go to camp, we stayed and made ourselves comfortable. If you forgot something you were so up a shit creek. Whenever we did forget something, Chip blamed it on me. Oh, and me, Scouts, and Chip had the animals to play with. We had taken loads of side quests on the way. Hung out with lost boys or got involved with pirate chases as kids. The Never Swamps are that way. Pirate Cove. Skull Rock. That's a whole other adventure."

Then he pointed to the left and kept talking in his palm. "And that way is the secret path to the holiday trees." He waggled his brows. "Oh yes. Magic trees. It'd take all night if we actually toured all these places. But I shit you not there's magic trees with doors on them that lead to magic lands. I swear to fuck there's a real Christmas Land, like the North Pole. I'm not drunk. I mean, I am. But I'm serious. I wouldn't lie to you." He laughed. "Okay, maybe I would, but not about this. Chip would throw me in just to carry buckets of snow back to the swamp and throw snowballs in the mud."

Beyond this point the drive would become eerie swamp. It was dark and covered by layers of moss in the thick canopy of branches that enveloped the sky. The tour had already been long, but this drive was longer. They'd be lucky to reach old estate land before morning. He started to sink lower into his seat. "Just stay in the trail. It's still a little further out." He watched her as she drove noticing her outfit again. It made him more self-aware of his own. "I should have thought to grab some normal clothes while in town." He shook his head at how silly it was to not think of that as he sat there still in a pink crop top. It was meant to bring laughs that night though. It certainly had done its job. He couldn't help in the lengthy section of landscape as beautiful as the memory of it at all was to admire GoGo in her dress instead.

"You know I meant it earlier. You really were looking hot tonight. I mean... are. I mean... you look extra pretty tonight. You got that head turning look going on." He started to grin sort of goofy and flirty at the same time. "I bet your parents would have hated it. Damn they hated me." He started chuckling low looking up at her, bottle in his lap. "And I've experienced being the first generation after the aftermath of a city with a voodoo genocide and lived in the thralls of supernatural white boy hate. My priv is checked on every corner for being born. But it hardly compared to the look in your parents' eyes the day we marched out of your house." He couldn't help but keep grinning. He got too much amusement out of poking the bear so to speak in GoGo's parent. Plus, she really did look damn hot. "Anyway, what I mean is, you look good."

[juicycoutureheaux]

When It's Over Chapter 17: Sweet Symphony

Several weeks had passed after the media frenzy of what happened with Travis.

Travis had officially been charged with a slew of felony charges and would spend at least 10 years in prison.

Jordie was also charged with a racketeering charge. Chris was upset she didn’t receive more charges, but Anna had made peace with it. More jail time wouldn’t heal Anna’s sense of security.

Much to her surprise, the staff at the club were supportive of Anna. They chased out reporters trying to get shots of the club and a memo was sent out that anyone talking to the press about the ordeal would have consequences.

Anna was very thankful for her community. She was adjusting to her new position as clinical supervisor, but missed when Chris would deploy. Unfortunately since the incident with the security breach in the BSAA, major threats started popping up all over the globe leaving Anna alone for most nights.

She took up bartending again just as a way to bide her time. Even though they were often in different time zones, Chris would text Anna here and there.

*We’re in Italy, there are beautiful cathedrals in the smaller towns, everytime we pass one I think of you. We even were in a town that was holding the feast of St.Michael, I wish you were here. I’ll have to bring you back on a pleasure visit.* Chris texted her one night. It made her smile.

One of her friends came up behind her. “Are you texting that handsome boyfriend of yours? I’ve never seen you smile so hard.” Mahogany, a queen said.

“Yeah, he’s in Italy on assignment. He’s laying it on thick how much he misses me. He must have met someone else.” Anna joked.

Mahogany playfully swatted her. “Girl, I've seen how that man looks at you. I’m surprised he hasn’t put a ring on it yet.”

Anna shrugged. She was just pouring drinks for people rushing upstairs to see the drag show when she saw a familiar face out of the corner of her eye.

“Leon?” She asked, turning around. He was with a red haired woman who was gorgeous.

Leon smirked at her. “Hey Anna, my friend and I were in town and she hasn’t met you yet, I thought we’d pop in.” He smirked. His friend was smiling amicably at Anna.

Anna stuck out her hand. “Hey, I’m Anna Connolly, it’s nice to meet you.” She said as she poured them shots of Patron.

“These are on me, your whole tab is on me tonight, I owe you big time Kennedy,” she giggled.

The red haired woman smiled at Anna. “I see why Chris is head over heels for you, you really are as sweet as everyone says.”

Suddenly Anna recognized the red haired woman from a picture in the home she shared with her boyfriend. She was embarrassed her memory was going to shit.

“Oh my god you’re Claire, his sister aren’t you? I’m so sorry for not recognizing you right away.” Her ears turned bright red.

Claire only laughed. “It’s no worries, really. I rarely see my brother, we’re both occupied with our industries.”

Anna poured herself a shot and took it with her new friends. “So I guess you’re aware I’m shacking up with your brother huh?” Anna said anxiously.

Claire smiled. “We text often, he talks about you constantly.”

Anna blushed at her words.

“Oh my god, you’re adorable, isn’t she cute Leon?” Claire joked with her friend.

Leon crossed his arms over his chest. “Your brother’s lucky I didn’t get to her first.”

Claire swatted Leon playfully. “You wouldn’t know how to handle her. I guarantee.”

Anna’s air caught in her throat and she began to cough.

“You embarrassed Anna.” Leon joked.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” Anna asked to change the subject.

“I don’t know, Leon’s never been to a drag show.” Claire swatted her long time friend.

“Why don’t y’all go upstairs? My best friend is headlining, I can get you a VIP table.” Anna suggested.

“You’d do that for us?” Claire asked.

“Are you kidding, you guys are family now.” Anna smiled. She quickly turned to tell Mahogany she was escorting her friends upstairs.

Leon was apprehensive and Anna was smiling deviously, “You’re gonna love it I promise, and they’re going to LOVE you Leon.” Anna laughed

Anna brought them upstairs and told the bartenders to let them drink whatever and that they were on Anna’s tab. Anna sat and chatted with them until the show started. She hugged Claire and patted Leon on the back going back downstairs.

Her bar was empty and she began to clean so she could get out at a decent time.

She decided to text her boyfriend back. *Just met your sister, she’s a gem. We should have her stay with us sometime.*

Chris responded immediately which was rare. *She’s pretty cool, only because of her big brother though.*

Anna smiled. *What time is it over there? You’re texting back awfully fast for a busy man.*

*It’s four in the morning, we’re six hours ahead and I can’t sleep, I’ve been surviving off of coffee*

Anna scolded her boyfriend over the phone. *Honey, please get some rest, it’s going to catch up to you. You can’t live off of cigarettes and coffee.*

*Why not, the Europeans do it?* he responded sarcastically.

Anna sent a laughing emoji. *You’re too clever for me. I didn’t know you grew a sense of humor overnight.*

*I guess you just bring that side out of me Anna Catherine.*

Anna felt butterflies in her tummy. He only called her by her full name when he was feeling sentimental with her.

*I miss you Chris. I miss you snoring in my ear at night.* She tried to keep things light. She really missed him so much it hurt.

*I miss you too sweetheart.* another bubble appeared.

Anna’s eyebrows raised and her heart started to flutter at the next text he sent.

*I’d give anything to be buried in your tight pussy right now.*

Chris rarely sexted.

He must have been in his feelings tonight.

*Are you touching yourself right now, to the thought of fucking me?*

Anna couldn’t believe it, she never sexted her late husband; but they were seldom apart for more than a couple of days.

This was new to her and it excited her; so she decided she had to keep her man happy.

*You know I am, thinking of your perfect body, how you always know how to make me cum, just know when I get back, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk.*

Anna laugh reacted to his message. *That better be a promise Alpha.*

*Fuck it turns me on when you call me that.*

*Promise you’ll get some sleep, if you’re awake enough when you get back, my body is yours I’ll let you try whatever you want.*

*That better be a promise Bambi.*

*It is.* she sent a winky face.

*I love you babe, have a good night, get home safe.*

*goodnight get some rest, I’ll text you when I get home, hopefully you’ll be asleep.*

Anna put her phone down as soon as she realized that the downstairs dance floor was filling up again. The drag show must have let out.

Claire and Leon came to sit at Anna’s bar. “Soooo.” Anna said smiling. “How was it.”

“It was pretty neat, I’ve never seen a 6 foot man do a split to Whitney Houston before.” Leon said matter of fact.

Claire and Anna laughed. “It’s definitely an art form, I get it now, I was entertained the entire time.” Leon admitted.

Anna liked how confident Leon was in his masculinity. He was one of those guys that dealt with real issues, he didn’t have time to judge other people.

“Although Leon does have a couple of fans now, Claire pointed out a group of college-age boys and girls ogling the agent.

Anna smiled at their innocence. “Can you blame them?”

Claire returned her smile while Leon crossed his arms looking smug.

Mahogany came up to them. “Anna go home baby, go hang out with your friends, you don’t need to be up here every weekend, come on I’ll pay you cash tonight.”

Mahogany handed Anna a wad of cash and Anna tried to refuse it. “Girl, if you don’t take your damn pay.” Mahogany rolled her eyes to Anna’s friends.

“This girl tryna be humble. She’s my best bartender, do you know I had a businessman come all the way to New York from California cause he has a certain drink he orders from ONLY,” Mahogany pointed to the brunette to accentuate her point, “Anna,”

She stared at her again, hitting home the point while Anna rolled her eyes.

“cause she’s the only one who makes it right. He plans his business trips around Anna’s schedule.” Mahogany lectured Leon and Claire.

Anna blushed. “That’s not the only reason he comes.” Anna said quietly.

“Well he may have a thing for Jack the burlesque dancer, but I swear to god if he doesn’t call a month ahead to see what Anna’s schedule looks like.” Mahogany said, shrugging her shoulders.

Anna cleaned up her bar and handed her apron to Mahogany.

Anna kissed Mahogany on the cheek, Mahogany returned it.

“Love you baby.” Mahogany sang in her smooth tenor voice.

“I love you.” Anna said and walked out with Leon and Claire.

“Where are you guys staying while you’re in town?” Anna asked innocently.

“I actually don’t live that far from the city.” Claire admitted to being embarrassed. “I know it sucks that I don’t see my brother often and we live so close.”

“I understand.” Anna empathized. “He’s deployed often these days and you work for Terrasave right?”

Claire nodded her head. “Yes, I’m usually on ground zero of outbreaks.”

“So it sounds like you’re busy with work, not that you guys live in the same city and choose not to see each other.” Anna said empathetically.”My siblings and I lived in the same city and saw each other once a month or two. Don’t beat yourself up.”

Claire smiled at Anna. “That does make me feel better when you put it that way.”

“Why don’t you guys come back to the house? We have plenty of room for you guys to stay the night, it’ll be fun.” Anna suggested hoping they would take her up on the offer. The house was huge and she hated being alone in it.

“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever been over to see the house, Chris has been there for like what? Four years now?” Leon said, his question more so directed at Claire.

Claire frowned. “Come to think of it, it has been a while since…” she caught herself.

Anna looked at them inquisitively.

“Let’s go over, we’ll have a good time.” Leon said to save the situation.

Anna called an Uber back to her shared residence with Chris.

Anna turned on the light in the foyer when they entered. She was thankful she always made a point to keep the home tidy.

Claire was the first to say something. “It feels a lot warmer here than I remember.”

Anna raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“It just feels more welcoming, like my brother and his adorable girlfriend actually live here.” She giggled.

Anna laughed. “Thanks Claire, I try to make it seem bearable so Chris comes back.”

Leon was observing the photos on the bookshelf in the living room. “I didn’t know you were married before, Anna.”

Claire stepped beside Leon and looked at the wedding photo.

“Oh my god you both look so young, what were you like 21?” Claire asked.

Anna’s face turned red. “How did you know?” She laughed nervously.

Claire looked at her. “You tied the knot at 21? What were you in a hurry for?” She joked.

Anna took the picture, looking at how happy she and Michael were, oblivious to what life was going to hold for them.

“I guess I subconsciously knew the time I had with him was limited.” Anna whispered.

Claire rubbed her back, “I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve done some research on you Anna. I think it’s awful what happened to you and even worse what some of the outlets are saying about you.”

Anna felt a cold sweat, what did Claire know?

“Yeah?” She asked shakily.

Claire gave her a soft look. “Don’t worry you get used to it after a while, I mean I’ve had tons of independent news outlets say I was a plant for Raccoon City and that it didn’t happen.” She visibly cringed.

Leon chimed in. “I remember when the news broke I was dating the President’s daughter. That was a fun one to deal with.” Leon rolled his eyes.

“We came this weekend because we really wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing, because…well Chris asked us to.” Claire admitted.

Anna raised an eyebrow. “Chris asked you two to check on me?”

Claire nodded, biting her lip. “He was worried about you, and Chris never worries. He’s kind of a brick wall.”

Anna sighed. “I’ve really been struggling recently, especially with what they’ve been saying about my ex husband.”

Leon sat down next to Anna on the couch and put his arm around her in a friendly manner, encouraging her to talk about it.

“I got a call from my in-laws, they were angry I moved on so quickly from their son, and now they’re upset that people are analyzing our married life.” Anna threw her head back on the couch. “But I can’t control what they say.”

Claire looked at her concerned. “Why are they upset you moved on? It’s not like Michael and you divorced. He’d want you to be happy.”

“They never really liked me to begin with.” Anna admitted. “They thought I was too trashy for their son, they got wind that my intimate photos leaked and they’re telling everyone back home that I probably sent them to Travis myself.”

Anna hadn’t even admitted that to Chris, she knew he’d go ballistic.

“Please don’t mention that to your brother,” Anna pleaded. “It’s just something I needed to get off my chest. I couldn't worry him with that.”

Leon took a deep sigh and Claire shifted uncomfortably. “That’s so incredibly shitty they are doing that.”

“What joy do they get from that? Seriously it’s not like you’re married to their son anymore,” Leon mumbled.

“I guess they couldn’t control our lives when we were married and now they’re just trying to change the narrative for everyone back home.” Anna sighed.

Anna got up, “I don’t want to think about it, let’s play a drinking game, you guys ever watch ghost adventures?”

Leon looked at Anna incredulously. “Ghost adventures?”

“Yeah you know the show where they ghost hunt on the travel channel!” Anna said excitedly.

Leon started to laugh, “Do you really believe in ghosts Anna? Seriously?”

Anna looked at Leon incredulously. “You mean after everything you have seen in the field Leon, you don’t believe in the other side? C’mon now, I promise it will be fun. Let me explain the game.”

She poured everyone starting shots of Jose Cuervo from the liquor cabinet.

“I normally don’t drink, but when I do it’s tequila.” Anna winked. “Do you need chasers?”

Leon scoffed, “Do you know who I am?”

“I mean not really,” Anna laughed. “Here’s how we play the game.”

As Anna explained the game rules, Leon raises an eyebrow unamused and Claire is genuinely interested.

“It gets more fun as we actually play, I promise Leon!” Anna giggled. “Basically we take a shot everytime the guys on the show freak out at something that isn’t there.”

“We’re going to die of alcohol poisoning.” Leon said melodramatically. “These shows are just bullshit.”

Claire swatted her old friend. “I think it’ll be funny, just one episode, please? Weren’t you complaining how bored you were recently since that girl bailed on you?”

“That’s low Claire ELIZABETH.” Leon said pointedly.

“Elizabeth?” Anna giggled. “Your name is perfect.”

“Leon’s mad, he used my middle name, we should probably watch the show now.” She laughed light-heartedly.

They began to watch the show and Leon started to laugh. “Do you see what this guy looks like? Why does he dress like that?”

Anna giggled. “I think he thinks he looks cool, I genuinely think Zak Bagans owns stock in embroidered jeans.”

They laughed along with the show, Leon and Claire talking happily, but Anna became noticeably silent as she became more intoxicated.

Claire and Leon argued that Zak would send Aaron to go down to a dungeon filled with lickers or zombies if it made for good television.

The episode ended and Claire realized her new friend was abnormally silent.

“Anna honey, what’s on your mind?” Claire asked, sipping a drink out of a water bottle.

“I just kind of realized how lonely I really am without Chris here.” She was so drunk she didn’t realize, in her haze her eyes were wet with tears.

Claire sat next to her and rubbed her back. “Don’t you have all those friends at then bar? I’m sure they’d love to do these things with you.”

Anna wiped her eyes. “They don’t understand, there’s a degree of separation I feel like this bio terrorism shit has changed me.” Anna admitted.

Leon and Claire exchanged knowing glances.

“I know what you mean.” Leon sighed. “I heard…” he stopped himself. Anna looked up at him. “Heard what Leon?”

Leon realized he had said too much. “Anna I’m so sorry, my work with the DSO we have to know who is infected with any kind of virus associated with bio terror.”

Anna’s face went pale. She immediately ran to the kitchen and threw up in the trash can, Leon knew and now Claire knew.

Claire came to Anna’s side and held her hair back. “Anna it’s okay, Leon and I have been infected before too, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Anna felt so overwhelmed. “I couldn’t tell anyone but Chris, my friends can’t know, they would see me as a monster, they don’t even know half of the things I’ve seen and it’s so isolating.” Anna knew she was preaching to the choir, she needed to get it off her chest.

Leon leaned his bodyweight against the archway between the kitchen and dining room. “Trust me, a lot of us in this industry know how you feel, that degree of separation, I mean. When you look at normal people, and you know, you can never be that ever again.”

Anna looked up, her face red and blotchy from releasing her insides into the trash can. Never one to hide her internal monologue, Anna spoke again. “I’ve embarrassed myself and ruined your night.”

“You didn’t, honestly we were kind of expecting this.”

Anna put her head in her hands. “God I’m such a loser, I’m more like a child than a partner.” She was embarrassed and humbled; she must have sounded so bad over the phone for Chris to enlist his sister and Leon.

“Don’t beat yourself up kid.” Leon clasped her shoulder helping her up. “He’s a good guy, and no offense we’re all quite a bit older and wiser than you.”

Anna blushed. Leon was right she didn’t have nearly the amount of experience they had, hell when she and Chris would go out in public people always thought Chris was her uncle or a father figure. She didn’t mind at first, but it would bother Chris which in turn would bother her.

“Do you guys want to stay the night we have guest rooms here, I just changed the sheets to keep the rooms smelling fresh.” She then shrunk a little bit. “Although I know if you guys feel awkward about babysitting me now.”

Claire smiled. “I’d love to, it would be like a sleepover.” Anna got giddy, yes it would be like a sleepover. “I have spare pjs and everything you can wear!” Anna couldn’t even hide her excitement which caused Claire to laugh.

“Anna, you really are sweet. I hope Chris doesn’t fuck this up.”

Anna gave Claire a set of her pajamas, Leon took an Uber back to his hotel wishing the girls goodnight.

Anna convinced claire to watch Steel Magnolias and they laughed and cried together. It was the perfect movie to end their night. Anna hugged Claire before going to bed.

“I’ve never been great bonding with other people, especially other girls, but I had a lot of fun tonight.” Claire admitted.

“Claire I’ve cried enough tonight I have no more tears to give.” Anna choked out a laugh.

“I’m serious, you’re like the sister I never wanted.” She laughed.

“That’s better.” Anna said. “Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Anna checked her phone after brushing her teeth and laid down in bed. It was a picture of sunrise over the Amalfi coast. Chris thoughtfully added the caption: “This made me think of you.”

Anna felt her heart swell with adoration, she was falling hard for Chris, she hoped the feeling was mutual. She made a mental note to plan a trip back home to Georgia so he could finally meet her family.

Anna tried to stop the thoughts from coming, but she couldn’t help but fantasize, what it would be like to have a family with Chris. She imagined a beautiful child with his dark hair and her brown eyes, or maybe they would inherit Chris’ steel gray eyes and her light brown hair. How it would feel to see Chris hold their bundle of joy in his arms, how much love and care he would give to their baby.

Anna crashed down to reality. Their lifestyle would never allow them to have a baby even if she could birth a healthy child.

She couldn’t conceive when she was younger and free of experimental viruses, there was no way she was conceiving now. The risk of a child being born mutated or suffering another miscarriage was too much to bear.

She pushed the thoughts out of her head and instead thanked god for what she had, a healthy relationship With a man that loved her and a job that she loved.

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Bitty McLean - Forward

Release Info Label Taxi/Silent River/Tabou1 Format CD / LP / DR Street date April 14, 2023 Contact Website Record Label Facebook Artist1. Be Accepted 2. Back In My Arms 3. Let's Make Up 4. The Best Part Of Me 5. Love Has Gone 6. One Nation 7. Beauty You Are 8. The Need In Me 9. Glass House 10. Far As Eye Can See 11. Where Is Your Love? 12. Where Is Your Dub?Fans of Bitty McLean in Japan were granted the premiere of the UK singer's new album entitled Forward (30th Anniversary Limited Edition), which was released in the land of the rising sun about five months ago. After Movin' On (2009), Taxi Sessions (2013), and Love Restart (2018), Forward is the fourth full-length studio album that comes from the successful collaboration between Bitty McLean, Sly & Robbie, and Tabou1's label boss Guillaume Bougard. It all started with the 2005 single The Real Thing which became a hit and led to the recording of an entire album - Movin’ On. The rest is history. The Story Here's the story behind the album as told by Guillaume Bougard on the website of Tabou1 Records. "Robert Warren Dale Shakespeare departed Earth on December 8, 2021 after a year long battle. That day, I lost a fantastic musical partner and mentor, but also and more importantly, a dear, dear friend. That distressed me so much I didn’t have the heart to produce music. It took a few months to mentally get it back together. So in 2022, we felt it was essential to record an album in memory of Robbie. We curated riddims among those we had in the vaults, Sly sent a few more. Bitty and I wanted this album to be the absolute best possible so as to be worthy of all the love, the guidance, the friendship that was bestowed upon us by Robbie. Robbie would have never let us release a half-assed, or even a sad and depressed album, and Forward is anything but that. It is an ode to wholesome love and upright righteousness, in other words “uprighteousness” that we hope the notoriously demanding Robbie can appreciate where he is right now." Big Tunes Big tunes roam freely on this album, not least due to Bitty McLean possessing one of the greatest voices in reggae music, the artist's superb songwriting, and Sly & Robbie and the Taxi Gang’s exceptional musical skills. Apart from a relicked version of the riddim known from Hemsley Morris’ hit tune Little Things, this album features original backdrops that are strongly rooted in Sly & Robbie’s signature sound. Forward represents a continuation of outstanding material from the artist and the legendary Jamaican riddim twins and is a feast for the ears from beginning to end. And although his previous Taxi albums were very good efforts, this new set truly outmatches its predecessors. This album introduces itself in a mighty way with the gorgeous opener Be Accepted (in the sight of the Almighty one). A stunning track that benefits from a very committed delivery, vocally as well as lyrically. It's the kind of song that causes goosebumps everytime you listen to it. It's the first of several stunners that are to be found in this collection of tunes. One of them is the first single taken off the album, Glass House. This true killer piece is a reminder that one will face the consequences of their actions. Another one is the second single from the album, the head nodding Let's Make Up, underpinned by a riddim that harks back to the era of heavy rubadub. The song is an ode to getting things straightened out, to finding ways to live in love and peace. Definitely give the extended version of the comforting Love Has Gone more than a cursory spin, because it's a track of sheer beauty, Actually the same goes for the absolutely sterling Beauty You Are on the aforementioned relick of Hemsley Morris' Little Things. Also the rootsy Far As Eye Can See is one of the finest offerings here. In a certain way, the addition of Bitty McLean's melodica play evokes memories of sounds from Augustus Pablo productions. It's followed by the last vocal track on this album titled Where Is Your Love. A captivating song that sounds excellent and is a joy to listen to. And so is its dubbed out version, which is also very nice to hear. This album is dedicated to the memory of Robbie Shakespeare, U Roy, Dalton Browne, Mikey Chung, Nambo Robinson, Daryl Thompson, Uzziah "Sticky" Thompson, and John Johnson.Glass House Let's Make Up Playlist AlbumAds Where to get it

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Anon who asked if you take requests here, i wanted to ask you if you could write a third part to lumberjack!ari because he doesnt want to leave my mind 😩 i read both fics yesterday and ive been thinking about him non-stop. If you want and can could you write a third part where he got his little wife pregnant, her period is late but doesnt wanna get him excited for nothing so she goes by herself in town to buy a pregnancy test. He finds out and goes home mad, ready to punish her but once he gets there and sees the positive pregnancy test all his anger goes away and all he does is kiss her and praise her for being such a good wife who will soon give him a baby

༻𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬༺

WC:3.1k+ GIF by evansensations

{soft!dark!lumberjack!Ari x pregnant!reader}

{Warnings!! Soft!dark!Ari!! Ari being possessive!! Mentions of sex!! Mentions of abortion but like just the word!! Being pregnant!! Morning sickness!!}

Like real people do {part 1}

Eyes always seeking {part 2}

Ari was much softer after that night in the hot tub. From his glaces at you to how he held you. It was as if he was trying to apologize for how rough he could be through his gentle affection. And you were loving every second of it. It was such a change from his usual character. You were used to sharp glares and steeled looks and now when he looked at you, you saw adoration swirl in his blue eyes and a smile on his face. His hands that once held you so firm, now cradled your waist as he burried his face in the crook of your neck to drink your scent in and leave gentle kisses.

You had no idea why he had changed but you couldn't bring yourself to complain as you adored bathing in his love. Everyday after work you would make dinner and he would eat every bite with a peaceful smile on his face. Followed by him asking for dessert which always resulted in you on the kitchen table with your skirt of dress pulled up and Ari feasting on your pussy until you coated his beard with your essence. He devoured you everytime and would ask for a kiss in return. Loving Ari got easier by the day, and he couldn't help but let himself drown in your love.

Ari had changed after that night due to the overwhelming love he had for you. You accepted his gift and thanked him endlessly making his ego sky rocket. He knew that it was a gateway for an attempt to escape yet you never even tried, the thought had never crossed your mind. The fact that you had never even thought about running away from Ari made him soft. You wanted him just as much as he needed you. Being so gentle with you was so simple and easy that he fell into it. He loved holding you so closely and ghosting his lips across your neck. It was as if the final jigsaw piece finally slipped into place and Ari felt complete.

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It had been a month since that night and Ari had made love to you nearly every night whispering sweet nothings to you while he wrapped his arms around you and showered you in his love. Every moment was perfect in the Levinson household now that things had changed and Ari had opened his heart to you fully.

You remember when you were laid across his chest listening to his heart beat, your head rising with his breathing. Your hand was interlaced with his after a night of love making. You stared up at him, mapping out his beauty so that you could forever remember his glory and write about it in a poem one day. He glanced down at you before holding your gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled making his heart beat faster causing you to blush.

"What are you looking at, little love?" He said it so softly yet his chest still rumbled almost like a purr. You kiss his chin and he hummed producing the purring noise again. "You. You're so pretty Ari. Thank you for giving me your heart." His ears turned red and he smiled so gently. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and brought them back to lay on the bed. "Pretty? I've never been called pretty, but I'm glad you find me so appealing little wifey," a beat passed and his arms tightened around your waist. "Thank you for giving me your heart first little wifey. It's my most treasured item."

You blushed and giggled, everything he said was like poetry and it made butterflies errupt in your stomach. "I promise to protect your heart forever my handsome husband." Ari grunted, his eyebrows knitting together causing him to frown. Your heart sped up and you couldn't help but fear you had said something wrong when he suddenly kissed your forehead. You looked up at him and spoke it a hushed voice almost as if telling you a secret. "You shouldn't protect my heart, my love. That's my job. I'll defend every bone in your body, I'll protect your heart and soul, and I'll always keep you safe." And just like that you fell further in love with him.

You cherished that memory so dearly, yet the next morning wasn't as romantic. You awoke feeling so ill and ran to the toilet, you were as quiet as possible as you left the bed yet Ari immediately felt you leave and his heart raced. He heard the sound of you heaving in the toilet and quicky approached. He stared, worry swirling in his iris's as he saw you with your head in the toilet bowl. He walked over slowly and caressed your back, before gathering your hair out of your face.

When you were done, you groaned and felt Ari's hands leave you before you registered him returning with a glass of water and some medicine, you smiled up at him and thanked him.

That should have been your first sign but you assumed it was the new takeout that Ari had brought you last night, and he assumed so too. When you threw up the next morning Ari remained asleep. And it kept continuing, you'd get up and be sick while Ari slept peacefully. You hated it so much, throwing up nearly every morning was causing your mood to change to fast that Ari didn't know what to do. He assumed that it was your period yet didn't mention it as he was scared of offending you or upsetting you.

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You had woken up to empty you stomach again, early in the morning. You flushed it away and brushed your teeth, trying to think of what could be wrong with you. You spat out the remnants and rinsed your mouth with water before heading back to bed. You cuddled up to the sleeping bed, needing his heat after running out of it and into the cold. You decided to keep your ill episodes secret, you didn't want Ari to change how he was with you. Logically you knew he would take care of you and make sure you were okay, but the otherside feared he saw you as a sick wife he didn't want.

You sighed and stroked a lock of his hair out of his face before heading to sleep too. You were awoken an hour later by Ari's soft lips pressing on your forehead and a whisper of 'I love you.' before he headed off to work. You hummed and cuddled closer to Ari's side, breathing his scent in. You relaxed and fell back to sleep, dreaming of Ari and him building a treehouse.

You slowly awoke again, much later in the morning and yawned. You reflected on your dream and smiled, Ari as a dad would be so perfect. One day you'd have your own but for now you were happy hogging all of his attention. You knitted your brows together. Thinking of pregnancy sent your mind racing until it lingered on the big question: When was the last time you had your period? You gulped. It must be late.

Yet the more you thought about it the more things made sense. Your increases sex drive which Ari was thriving off. The sickness you were enduring every morning. Even how your eating habits had changed. Your heart raced. You needed to settle your mind, with a determined huff you dragged yourself out of bed and remade your bed. You decided you needed to go to town and get a pregnancy test.

You put panties and sighed remembering how they felt. You hadn't worn any in such a long time because Ari often claimed he wanted easy access to his wife. You chose to wear a simple dress and glanced outside. It was sunny, so you'd skip the jacket. You smiled, you hadn't been to town in such a long time. You decided to do a bit of glam, and decided to do a cute look so that you didn't look overdone, but you definitely looked pretty. You grabbed your bag and stuffed your phone and purse in, before heading down the stairs.

You slid your shoes, you hadn't worn them in a while either. Ari hadn't let you leave the house, but why would you want to leave, everything was so beautiful here. And Ari had made so much of the furniture that you often marvelled at it. You grabbed the pair of keys that dangled on the side and headed out and locked the door. You decided to call an Uber to get into town. You smiled, maybe you'd go and see friends. You shut that thought down quickly remembering how Ari had told you what they were really like. You were so grateful for a man like him, he took such good care of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your Uber pull up. You checked that the door was locked and headed into town.

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Ari wiped the sweat from his brows after delivering another blow to the tree he was currently chopping down. He felt his phone buzz and he groaned before he pulled it out. He saw a text from his friend Richard, his heart started racing. Richard had agreed to help keep an eye on you, especially if you decided to wander.Suddenly all the heat he was feeling from the sun and his work disappeared, as he felt ice settle into his blood. There on his phone was a crisp picture of you in town.

His jaw tightened and his eyes fired up with rage. How could he be so stupid as to let his guard down. Ofcourse you'd wander, you're so curious about the world. He'd chain you down when he got you home. That was for certain, he'd teach you a lesson on trying to leave him. He dislodged his axe from the tree and threw it at the ground in a fit of rage before he stormed off to his truck and yanked the door open. He got it and slammed the door shut before speeding off home.

He'd wait for you at home, so you could do your walk of shame and give your shitty excuse as to why you'd even dare leave the sanctuary he had created for you. He parked his truck before unlocking the door. He practically kicked it open and closed. He stomped to the living room and sat brooding allowing dark cloud to linger over him and rain dark thoughts into his mind. He crossed his arms across his chest and he let out an angered huff. He'd wait for you.

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You were browsing the aisles with a shy look on your face. You kept your eyes down until you reached the feminine health section. You looked around and strolled past the pads and tampons, you swallowed. What if it was just a late period and you were over reacting? You sighed it was better to be absolutely certain rather than letting your mind torment you. You looked at the variety of tests. There were so many options. Your eyes glanced until you saw the named brands and you decided to grab 2 to be absolutely sure.

You headed to the self checkout with the clutched in your fist and scanned them both before pulling out your cash. You never remember having cash in your purse, maybe Ari put it in there. Your heart fluttered at his selflessness. He was such a good husband. Although you haven't had a proper ceremony yet, he did manage to get you both married with the forms. You cried tears of joy that day, you were officially Mrs. Levinson. But you couldn't help but ache for a beautiful church ceremony, and Ari had promised that soon he would grant your wish.

You put the tests in your bag as well as the receipt before heading out and ordering and Uber back home again. Your heart was speeding up at the possibilities and soon your hands began to shake both out of fear and excitement. Your Uber pulled up shortly and you began your journey back after a short trip into town. No one had really noticed you or cared.

And that was all thanks to Ari and his subtle threats at town meetings. How he had staked his claim on you in front of all the folks. How he had waved your certificate of marriage in all their faces and then told them if they wanted to keep their houses warm and their buildings etc. Then they'd obey his rules when it came to you. Ofcourse you were oblivious to him manipulating the whole town, and believed his every word when he claimed that they didn't care about you except him.

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You got out of the Uber and immediately noted Ari's truck parked outside. You were trembling, did he know? You had no other option but to bite the bullet. You sucked a breath in and slowly headed towards the door and opened it. You slid your shoes off and hung the spare key up. You turned around and jumped at the enraged look in Ari's eyes. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and before he could even utter anything mean out you babbled out, "I'm sorry! I don't know! But if I am we- we can have an abortion or something!"

Ari stopped functioning. His eyes went blank and his mouth went agape. He stared at you and your timid stance. Your eyes filled with tears and your bottom lip wobbling. You stared at him begging, pleading for any sign from him. Yet he was too busy in a loop of thoughts.

'Abortion.' That's all that echoed in his head. They are linked with pregnancies. And that would mean that you're pregnant. But that's impossible because you had your period. However Ari had been presumptions about it and when he thought you were, you had sex and there was no blood. Over and over his thoughts looped. His mind flashing with possibilities when he heard you voice sad and soft breaking him out of the inner discussion in his brain.

"I-I don't know if I am. I don't wanna get our hopes up." Ari immediately bundled you in his arms keeping you close. You weren't leaving him. You were potentially having his child. He felt his heart grow ten sizes, he pulled away and looked down, a stern look still planted on his face. "Why were you in town?" You gulped and reached into the bag pulling out the two pregnancy tests. Ari's eyes widened. His heart started racing suddenly coming to terms with the fact that he could potentially have gotten you pregnant. He might be a dad.

He gulped and looked down at you, "Have you taken them yet?" His voice was a whisper and you glared up at him. He was just too happy over what might be happening to realise how silly his question is. "They're still in the box. So no I haven't." You snapped at him. Ari felt more puzzle pieces connect. Your change of mood, the strange food you started eating. He stared down at you. "What are you waiting for? Take them."

You both ran upstairs, you went into the bathroom and Ari stood outside pacing, stroking his beard feeling every second drag on way longer than it should have. You came out and looked at him. "It takes about 2 minutes. I've left them on the side." Ari drew his eyebrows together before he headed towards you and gathered you in his arms. "Listen baby, all the sign point towards yes. But don't worry too much about my reaction okay. I'm happy if you're pregnant or not. All that matters is that you are okay and healthy." You stared up at him and nuzzled into his chest.

You felt safe, you felt loved. You both stood there embracing the moment not knowing what to do or how to act. You just simply stayed in each others arms where you knew it was safe and loving. Where nothing bad could attack, and nothing cruel could hurt you. In that moment you were just Mr and Mrs Levinson. And that's all that mattered.

When you pulled away, it had been way over 2 minutes. Ari looked down at you. You half smiled before heading into the bathroom and letting out a sigh. You looked down at both tests and tears gathered in your eyes. Ari felt his heart race at your watery eyes. You turned to him with a massive grin on your face holding both the tests. "I'm pregnant!" Ari had never moved so fast. He scooped you up in his arms.

He felt tears gather in his eyes. You were pregnant with his child. He was going to be a dad. He finally had a family. "You're pregnant baby!" You giggled wiping your tears and wrapping your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. He pulled back and placed his forehead against yours. "We're going to have a baby!" He whispered it so excitedly that you giggled. He put you down gently and you stared up at him seeing nothing but love reflecting in his eyes.

"We're gonna have a baby! You're gonna be a daddy!" Ari immediately began to smother you in kisses, making sure to kiss away all those tears. His anger from earlier melted in seconds, he was glad you went out. He pressed a kiss to your lips. Pulling away and swiping hair behind your ears, "You make so me so fuckin' proud mama. You're gonna have my kid! You're so fuckin' amazing!" You both smiled and laughed.

Ari looked down at you, his eyes returning to concern, "You haven't had morning sickness though?" You looked down shyly before gently saying, "I have. Every morning about an hour before you start work it happens. And I can't wake you because you look so peaceful when you sleep." You pouted. Ari immediately tilted your chin upwards, he stared down at you sternly, "Listen here wifey, I don't care how peaceful I look. You wake me up, you let me help you. It's my job baby. I need to take care of you. Got it?" You nodded and kissed him.

He smiled and his features softened up, upon feeling your lips against his. He was so happy in this moment, he couldn't stop kissing you and holding you. He admired every part of you. Feeling nothing but love fill his bones and his blood. You both stared at each other, drowning in adoration when Ari spoke again, his voice was a murmur and all you could hear was a rumble due to your head on his chest. "You're so perfect wifey, you're giving me a child! God I'm gonna keep you pregnant forever baby, that's a promise."

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"I   always   want   a   show   from   you.   I   will   pray   to   that   Love   Goddess   your   handmaiden   has   for   those   sweat   pearls."   He   speaks   against   her   skin,   a   smile   at   the   reminder   of   how   that   first   encounter   had   happened,   how   his   hand   had   found   the   string   of   pearls.   "Much   rather   taste   your   pearls   than   those,   though.   But   I   can   watch   and   play   as   much   as   you   have   me."   He   will   play   those   games   if   she   wants   him   to.   He   will   tug   on   those   pearls   and   play   with   them   to   pull   her   closer   to   him.   Robb   breathes   her   in,   a   short   reminder   that   if   someone   walked   in,   they   would   surely   first   and   foremost,   smell   the   scent   of   sex   and   sweat   in   the   hair.   "Aye,   we   shall   have   a   feast   in   a   few   days,   winter   has   indeed   come,   baby   girl.   No   one   will   notice   our   absence   then."   And   they   will   spend   their   nights   in   the   Lords'   chambers   until   they   will   rest   for   a   whole   day   after   it.   Robb   is   aware   he   should   not   spend   himself   inside   her   so   much,   despite   her   pleads,   and   his   own   desires   to   mark   her   as   his   in   every   primal   sense   of   the   word.

  She   had   spoken   briefly   about   some   magic   and   how   the   dragons   were   her   only   children   and   yet,   everytime   he   comes   inside   him,   he   does   pray   to   his   Gods   to   let   his   seed   take   place,   the   image   of   her   with   her   silver   hair,   a   crown   upon   her   head   and   round   with   a   babe   is   a   delight   to   his   brain.   But   he   will   speak about those   desires   later,   at   the   moment,   he   is   far   too   focused   on   her.   He   licks   the   line   of   her   neck   as   she   speaks   profoundities   in   different   tongues,   mouth   nibbling   the   edge   of   her   ear,   once,   twice,   as   she   speaks   again.   "That's   because   you   were   made   for   me.   I   tasted   you   once   and   I   can   never   have   anyone   else."   She   has   invaded   his   mind,   soul   and   body.   He   throbs   for   her,   his   body   aching   to   pick   up   a   faster   pace   too.   "Now   that   would   be   a   show.   For   all   of   them   to   see   you   are   mine.   And   I   am   yours."   For   all   of   them   to   have   to   stare   and   see   how   the   dragon   and   the   wolf   became   one   and   insatiable   when   around   one   another.  

"Gods,   I'll   leave   you   with   bruises   tonight.   You   are   so   wet."   He   feels   her   drip   and   move   so   easily,   her   plea   finally   answered   as   he   releases   some   of   his   grip   and   finally,   let   out   a   moan   of   his   own   as   he   thrust   up   inside   her,   helping   her   hips   move   along.   "Say   my   name.   Let   them   know."   A   hand   moves   to   her   cheek,   pushing   hair   away   to   press   his   forehead   against   her   own   as   desperation   can   be   felt   in   his   muscles.   "Are   you   going   to   let   me   come   inside   you ?   You   been   so   good,   you   deserve   to   be   filled,   don't   you,   baby   girl?"   How   he   needs   her   to   say   yes,   drive   him   to   that   peak,   Tully   eyes   remain   open,   fascinated   with   ever   expression   he   can   find   on   her.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I NEVER KNEW YOU WANTED SUCH A SHOW, ❞ she giggles, the most salacious image already coming to mind at his words, the thought of herself rolling and writhing upon the bed all for him to view and enjoy. Gods, the things she would do for this man. His mouth is welcomed to hers with a moan, relieved as he pulls her to his lap and nearer to what she desires. Her knees settle at his sides; no more room left between their legs and the arms of the throne, but as long as she has enough freedom to move her hips, it makes no difference to her. ❝ Hm, in just a night? ❞ Head tilts, eyes drifting upward in consideration as she counts. ❝ I think three for you, four for me. I'm quite greedy, ❞ Dany breathes a short laugh, leaning to kiss him again, a playful bite against his lower lip as she pulls away to tease, ❝ But I think we can break that record soon, if we could only get a day to ourselves. No duties to pull us away, no interruptions. ❞ They certainly have the desire to, she believes. And the stamina. It's mostly the responsibilities of their daylight hours that get in the way, truly, though cheekily she will admit that sometimes their choice of location does not allow for as much time as they would like. This would be a prime example, at risk of being found at any moment. But isn't that the fun of it?

ㅤㅤㅤShe helps him with her dress, lifting it so that their bodies may meet unimpeded. He is felt immediately, throbbing against her, and she is content to merely revel in that small contact for a moment. Surely he would tease her first, she thinks, but just when she expects him to pull away, she feels him push inside of her, hips sinking down to take him all at once with a shiver. Her head falls back, a flood of expletives in both the Valyrian and common tongues hissed between clenched teeth. ❝ There is so much of you to take. Ñuha rōva zokla. ❞ But gods, does she love it, the feel of herself stretching for him, the fullness that follows. The way he claims her so urgently only serves to drive her more wild. ❝ I told you, you belong in me. ❞ Once again she curses the need to stay clothed, a desire to feel her skin against his in full, the hand touching her breast through her dress only serving to grow that need. But she will take what she can get, sensitive enough to respond to him through the fabric, pushing against his hand to feel more.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I don't care anymore if they see or not. If your people here are going to whisper about us anyway, let them at least know for certain that their king keeps his dragon well-fucked. ❞ It would be nothing new to her, being watched in such a way, though the Westerosi would certainly not react the same as the Dothraki. An amusing thought nonetheless, serious or not, and something she would certainly dream about tonight in any case. ❝ I bet she did. Every queen deserves a seat like this, ❞ she breathes, letting him take control of her hips as his hands demand. Her own hands press against his shoulders, gripping tightly through his clothes. She understands that grin of his all too well, restlessness in her own eyes at their slow pace. If he expects her to beg, then she will, and she'll enjoy every second of it, too. ❝ Harder , ❞ Dany whines, pleading as she kisses along his jawline. ❝ Fuck me harder, baby. Make them all hear me. Make them know that I'm yours. Please , please ─ ❞