#he was so dismissive of this woman's desires that he whole ass acts like they are still together because his denial is that strong

[catcatb0y]

"proship DNI" my brother in Christ this is Dead Plate...

"proship DNI" my brother in Christ you are a Rick and Morty fan

[suguwife]

Hostile Desires.

tags: exbf!Gojo Satoru x f!reader, bratty!reader, 18+ explicit sexual content, mdni, heated/hate sex, dub-con, penetration (p in v), clit play, cheating, arguing, porn with plot, toxic gojo, blood, biting, overstimulation

a/n: this is part two of Executive Tensions (part one) you don’t need to read part 1 for this, but it helps you understand the backstory and reasoning for their arguments :) - also this isn’t proofread so sorry for any mistakes.. just imagine they’re not there.

- 8.1k wc

(part one)

Satoru had called you over to his office the next day, wanting to talk about this entire situation of marrying each other despite being exes. You sit before him as he stares back at you. He's clearly not pleased with the situation, but also trying to keep his cool.

“We need to talk.” He says blankly.

“Yeah you already told me that.” Okay maybe you’re being a bitch, but he deserves it. He cheated on you with a damn prostitute and still hasn't realised that you knew!

He rolls his eyes, your dismissive attitude frustrating him. “Would it kill you to be a little more cooperative?”

“Tch.” Is all you respond with.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. Dramatic much. “Why do you have to be so difficult all the time?”

You place your elbow on his desk and rest the palm of your hand on your chin, a bored expression on your face. “What did you want to talk about?”

He leans back in his chair, his pupils studying your body language and expression for a moment, as if he’s trying to figure you out before he speaks. “It's about this whole situation we've been put into. Our marriage. Our future. Our...kids.” He pauses, trying to gauge your reaction to those last words. He can't help but feel a mix of discomfort and unease at the thought of starting a family with you, of all people.

Yeah he wanked off to you like a week ago but.. that doesn’t mean he loved you. Not when you act so hostile towards him.

“My parents want us to have children within the next two years, you know that already. But... how do you feel about it? And don't give me some half-assed answer like you always do.”

You want to roll your eyes again at him, but you’ve already done it enough times. Surely he gets the hint that you still hate him.

“Having kids isn't so bad, having sex with you is.” You pause as you realise, “Fuck.. I haven't even told my boyfriend we need to breakup because of this..” you mutter as you place fingers on the temple of your forehead.

You’re really leaving your current boyfriend, for your ex and thousands of cash. Yeah you’re a pretty horrible woman.

Perfect match. The toxic cheating boyfriend, with his bratty, gold digging girlfriend.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your bluntness. He can't help but smile slightly at your last comment. “Oh, still haven't told him huh?”

You regain your composure again, whatever. This is your life anyway, for your own benefits. “Anyway, is that all you wanted to talk about? Children?”

He shakes his head, “No, it's not just about future kids. It's about our relationship. How we're supposed to pull this off. Pretending to be a happily married couple, having kids, all that bullshit.”

He pauses, trying to find the right words. “I mean, you and I never had the best relationship in the last few months when we were together. And now we're just supposed to act like everything is great between us, for the sake of our families and the public?”

“We didn't because of you.” You bite back, glaring into his eyes.

“And how exactly was it my fault? You were the one who always started fights, accused me of things I didn't do, and never trusted me.”

“Ugh! You just don't get it do you. Why do you think I did that?!”

Satoru crosses his arms, his irritation growing along with yours, “Why don’t you tell me then? Enlighten me.”

Oh, the audacity of this dick of a man. He leans forward, his gaze stern. You hate to admit how much it’s making your pussy throb and flutter.

“Figure it out yourself, dickhead.”

He groans in frustration, “Just fucking tell me!”

You know what, maybe you should. Maybe you should just call him out, embarrass him. “Because you were fucking...you…” You inhale sharply before you speak, steeling yourself and preventing any tears from falling. “I had images of you at a club sent to me, you were fucking some random prostitute.. whore in the corner, you didn't know I knew did you?!”

Satoru's eyes widen at your words, realisation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He hadn't thought you'd found out about that night, didn’t think you’d ever actually know. That club was far away from Tokyo, he had no idea you knew people that far. “I...uh...”

“Exactly! And you said you had prostitutes before and after me?! You're a disgusting man no wonder your father is forcing you to marry me, just to keep you in check like a child.”

His face was a mix of anger and defensiveness. He doesn't want to admit that he's done anything wrong, but knows that there's no point in denying it. “I didn't think you'd find out about any of that... I thought I'd kept it all hidden.”

“What? So you were just going to keep it hidden forever?” Your face scrunches in disbelief and disgust. This man.. this man.. you were going to marry him soon.

“I...well, I didn't think it was a big deal. I didn't think it would affect our relationship like that. I never spoke to her after and I was high anyway.” He looks at you, trying to gauge your reaction to his explanation. He doesn't want to come across as callous or uncaring, but he also doesn't want to make himself seem too vulnerable.

You didn’t even want to bother arguing with him or trying to find reason. You felt sick to your stomach at him. The bile in your stomach churning around and warning you to leave the room before you do something you regret, but you stay sat in front of him.

“Whatever. Are you still going to cheat on me whilst we're married too?”

He scoffs at the question with annoyance, “You think I'd be that stupid? My father would kill me if he finds out I'm still carrying on.” He leans forward, an edge in his voice.

“And besides, l'm not a cheater. That one night was a mistake, and it won't happen again.”

You wanted to laugh, hysterically. Wanted to scream and shout like a mad woman. “What did you say?”

“I said I won't cheat, okay? No more one night stands, no more hookups. I'm not gonna risk losing everything just for a one night stand.”

“No.. before that. You just said you're not a cheater. You are a cheater.”

“That was one mistake. I made a stupid decision when I was drunk and high. I'm not like that normally. I don't go around cheating on people I'm committed to.”

“Ugh! You're still a cheater, you damn piece of shit.”

“I already said it was a one time thing, why can't you just let it go? I'm not some unfaithful bastard who cheats left and right.”

“What? You literally would argue and argue with me for no fucking reason. Did you hate me that much or can you just not stick to commitment?”

“I didn't hate you, I was just frustrated. We had a lot of disagreements and arguments, and it felt like I couldn't do anything right in your eyes.”

“Cause you can't do anything right.”

Now Satoru is starting to get really irritated with your attitude. He hates being made to feel like a failure and your words hit a nerve. “Yeah, because everything was my fault, right? You were perfect in every way, and I was the only one messing things up.”

You stand up from your seat, the chair screeching against the hard wooden floor and groan, frustrated. “The fuck did I do?! I only started acting up after finding out you cheated on me!”

He stands up as well, his seat rolling back, his irritation matching yours now as he fires back. “You started acting up way before that, don't act like you were some saint before you found out about that night. We'd been fighting constantly for weeks before I had sex with that woman!”

You feel your knees trembling from an angry adrenaline as you yell back at him, “Is that why you fucked her? Cause I pissed you off?”

Satoru's frustration turns to anger at being accused again. He clenches his fists, trying to keep his voice somewhat controlled. “No! I told you, it was a stupid mistake! It was one night, and I was high and drunk! I wasn't thinking straight, and I immediately regretted it afterwards!”

He takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm down.

“And even if I made a dumbass mistake, it's not an excuse for how you reacted to me afterwards. You treated me like garbage, like I cheated on you a dozen times when it's only that one night.”

You chuckle in disbelief, your brows raised and eyes wide. He can’t be serious. As if one time cheating isn’t as bad as cheating multiple times. “What the fuck?! You are a cheater and that's that! What the hell did I do? When did I act up before that, huh?”

He rounds his desk standing before you now as you turn around to face him too, your bottom back against his desk as he glared into your eyes breathing heavily.

“You were always on my case about every damn thing I did! Any time I did something you'd make some sarcastic joke or be a bitch.”

“How was l a bitch huh? I never even told you that I knew you cheated and you’d just be angry at me for no fucking reason anytime I’d do something.”

“You were always nagging me or complaining about something! It felt like no matter what I did it wasn't good enough. I couldn't even hang out with my friends without you getting all suspicious.”

“Why do you think?! U fucking cheat-“

Satoru snaps at your accusation, his voice raising louder.

“That happened afterwards! And like I said, it was a stupid mistake! I wasn't thinking straight, I wasn't in the right state of mind! It was a one time thing!”

You breathe heavily as you glare at him, “One time thing is just as bad, fucking dickhead.”

Satoru stands in front of you, his anger still boiling, but there's something else in his gaze now. A tension between the two of you that wasn't there before. The same tension seething within you too. He stands close, too close, his eyes locked onto yours as he speaks again, his voice lower now.

“That one night doesn't define me as a person. I'm not some heartless cheater. Why won't you understand that?”

“You were still so fucking toxic throughout the whole relationship. I didn't realise until my friends would point it out.”

The close proximity between you two begun creating some form of.. energy between you. You’re not sure what kind, but you really needed a fan or the AC to turn on.

“And you think you were a saint? You acted shitty towards me too!” He yells into your face.

“No I didn't!” Out of anger, you slap his face and he grabs your wrist with firm pressure right after, pinning it down on the desk behind you as his menacing blue eyes stare deep into yours. His face was only a couple centimetres away now. Too close. You were almost sweating.

His breath was heavy with a mixture of anger and something else. You two haven't been this close to each other in months, and it was beginning to stir up long forgotten feelings.

“Don't touch me!” You try to pull your wrist off his grip with your free hand but his grip on your wrist doesn't loosen.

In fact, his hold tightens slightly as he speaks, his voice low and slightly breathless. “You don't get to slap me and tell me not to touch you. Not after everything that's happened.”

You huff, giving up on trying to release yourself as you turn your head back towards him with furrowed brows.

He keeps you pinned against the desk, his body pressed against yours. Being this close to him, his touch, his breath, it all sends the heartbeat in your pussy racing. Your emotions are a mix of anger, confusion, and a strange kind of desire.

“Unbuckle your fucking belt.” You say through gritted teeth as you glare at him. Fuck it, you needed his dick so bad right now, you can’t even deny it.

His eyes widen in surprise at your request, but there's a hint of something else as well. Lust. Between the two of you.

“What did you say?”

“Tch. You're pissing me off and I haven't even eaten anything. I need to fucking release on something!”

His grip on your wrists tightens a bit more, bruising you. His eyes darkened with a mix of anger and desire. He can feel your body pressed against his, and it makes it hard for him to think straight. “You expect me to just do what you want?”

“You will.” Oh you knew he would, you always got whatever you wanted after all.

He leans in closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he responds. “You think you can just order me around?”

You roll your eyes, your face still irritated and unbuckle his belt for him, the clanking sound echoing in his office.

“You're being dangerous.” He murmurs against the skin of your face, his voice low.

“Shut the fuck up.” You were tired of his stupid reasonings for cheating on you, all you needed was his dick inside you, right now. You pull his slacks down revealing his briefs and he lets out a sharp gasp. Satoru’s breath is heavier now, his body starting to react to your touch.

“You're seriously going to do this...” He whispers, his voice a mix of warning and desire, “..here?”

“Tch. Stop being so fucking irritating.” Next, you pull down his briefs revealing his hardon, already leaking and flushed a dark pink, you chuckle at the sight. Yeah he was your ex, but that dick of his always had you drunk.

“You're the one provoking me,” He responds, his voice more strained now. “You really are a brat, you know that?”

“Pfft, and you’re a fucking cheater.” You say with a smirk as you flick your heels off, pull down your tights and underwear, and leave your pencil skirt on. “Can I?”

Satoru’s mind is a mess, his desire mixed with frustration, and his anger at being called a cheater again, although he knows he deserves it. "You really think this is a good idea?" He whispers, his gaze flicking between your face and your fingers slowly unbuttoning the first couple buttons of your shirt, revealing your cleavage and black, laced bra.

“Nobody enters your office unless you call for them anyway.”

He can't deny that, the thought of someone walking in here is a little thrilling though. He takes a moment to weigh the risks. On one hand, it's risky, on the other, this is the closest he's had you in months, and he's not sure when he'll get this kind of opportunity again.

“You're a goddamn brat..” he murmurs, but at the same time, he releases his tight grip on your wrist and instead takes you by the waist pulling you closer against him.

You wrap your one leg around him, his cock brushes against your thigh making him groan quietly. You unbutton his shirt, keeping your eyes locked on his with a glare, still clearly frustrated by his dickheaded mentality. He allows you to take it off for him, leaving him stark naked whilst you stay there with your skirt and half buttons shirt, clearly in control here.

You take hold of his large, already leaking and hard cock and align yourself, hearing him let out a low moan as the warmth of your skins collide, the hateful yet lustful tension between you both building.

“You're really gonna do this, huh? Right here in my office?”

“What? You a pussy?” You push yourself in letting out a gasping whimper from just his tip, your brows furrowing upwards in heat.

Satoru lets out a strangled moan, your movement causing him to bite back a curse. This is so wrong, having sex in his office with his ex he was just arguing with?

However, he can't bring himself to stop you, his body reacting to your touch. He grabs your hips, holding you close as he tries to find his voice.

“Fuck.. You call me a cheater but aren't u cheating on your boyfriend?" He whispered into your ear harshly as his hips bucked forward into you and back out, releasing quiet moans from your throat. "You didn't even breakup with him yet and our marriage will be in two weeks.” You feel him thrust harder, your eyes fluttering. “Now look at you.”

“Sh-Shutup!” God, all you wanted was dick, not his stupid comments.

He smirks slightly, his breath ragged as he slowly rocked into your clenching, wet walls. His thumb brushing over your clit to stimulate you further.

He's enjoying this more than he's willing to admit. “Why? The truth hurts, huh?”

He leans in, his lips close to your ear as he lets out a low moan. “You're enjoying this way too much for someone who's supposed to be mad at me.”

His words are punctuated with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips roughly. The heat between the two of you is palpable, and he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't seem to stop himself.

“I know you still want me," he whispers, his voice rough with desire, "even after everything, you can't stay away from me.”

“I don’t want you, bastard.” You say through gritted teeth as you look up at him whilst his cock squelches with each thrust, his thumb rubbing over your clit making you sweat.

He's lost in the heat of the moment, his body responding to yours without restraint as he pants like a dog and moves relentlessly, his thumb stimulating at a fast pace making you whine and moan.

"You say you hate me, you call me a cheater, but look at you now..." He leans in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck as he whispers raggedly, “You're still here, you're still letting me touch you like this.”

“Not because it's you.. mh.. I just need dick.” You don’t care how bratty or shameless you sound, you knew he’d let you have it from him anyway.

Satoru lets out a low, frustrated growl at your response into the crook of your heated neck. Your words are like a sharp jab to his ego, a reminder that you're here not because you want him but just because you need something from him, nothing more.

His hands grip your hips tighter, his movements becoming rougher as he buries himself deep inside you making you whine out, “Oh god...!”

His voice is low and strained as he speaks, his dick pushing in and out of you, more frantic, more aggressive, “Is this all you want from me?” he asks, his words a mix of anger and desire.

“And money…” you breathe out as he continues to roll his dick into you, “..you already...know that..”

He bites back a curse as he continues to move into you, your words like a knife to his heart, but his dick pulsing with need of your wetness.

“Money, that's all," he mutters huskily, "just money and this, huh?”

You nod in response with half lidded eyes, not caring how bitchy you may come off as “Mhm..”

He buries himself deeper inside you, splitting you open, his movements rapid and never slowing down as he tries to drown out the hurt your words cause him.

His hands tighten onto your hips, digging his nails in, holding you in place as he takes you with a mixture of frustration and desire. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, not like this, but he can't stop himself, like he's addicted to you even after everything.

As his length pushes inside of you, your nails scratch against his biceps as you whine and moan louder and louder, uncaring for anyone outside the office who can hear you. Shameless.

Throwing your head back, you bite your lips down and groan out in pleasure at the feeling of him inside you after so many months.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and a hint of disgust, “You were just complaining about me, and now look at you.”

“Your ... hah~ dick is...different...it's not a fucking... bitch like you.” You gasped out through each thrust of his cock pushing deep into you, you were sure it was already bulging through your stomach.

You feel his chuckle vibrate just under your ear, sending pulses and throbs to your core.

Your insults are like a jab to his ego, but at the same time it's also a slight turn on. “Is that so?” he responds, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Guess I'm good for something then, huh?”

He moves his head down to your neck again, his smooth lips brushing against the heat of your skin, his breath hot and lustful. “I was starting to think.. I was just a piece of trash to you.”

“You are... fuck... you are piece of... ahh~ shit!” You could barely speak, his lengthy cock wouldn't stop.

He had to chuckle again at your response, his movements becoming even faster at your words. He knows he should be angry, he should stop this, but he's too far gone now. “Such a filthy mouth,” he mutters against your neck, his lips trailing sloppy, nasty kisses down your skin. “You always did love insulting me, huh?”

His fingers push your shirt down so he could have access to the skin of your shoulder, and fuck, you could feel the heartbeat of his cock pulse inside you as he eyed the revealed skin, your collarbones and your skin coated in glistening sweat.

Without wasting a second, his teeth grazed and marked your skin, his lips and tongue sucking and leaving a trail of saliva around your shoulder as he continued his feverish movements, penetrating into you.

“You should be careful, calling me names like that. I might just have to shut you up.”

You could do nothing but whine as your head remained throwed back, your hair draping onto his desk behind you.

His lips moved back up and against your ear as he whispers, “You always were so sensitive when I’d touch you like this.”

His teeth bite down lightly on your earlobe, making you whimper, his words a mix of mockery and desire. “Look at you, falling apart for me like this.”

“Shut the fuck up!! Stop talking and just-“ your own pleasure cuts your sentence off as you let out another loud, filthy moan.

He can't help but smirk at your response, your words like a challenge to him. “Oh, is that what you want?” he teases, his voice low and rough. “You want me to shut up and just give you what you need?”

He slows his pace slightly, drawing out each movement, prolonging the pleasure. The sound of lewd squelching wetness filling your ears as he moves at that agonising pace. “But I thought you hated me, remember?I thought I was just 'a piece of shit’ and a ‘cheater’?”

He was looking at you with that disgustingly, sarcastic puppy dog face, his blue eyes wide and his lips in a pout. You wish you could stop but your too high off his dick right now.

“You fucking are…” You breathe out heavily as his dick pushes deep into you slowly, making your eyes flutter. “Look at you satoru. Letting me use you for your dick... so fucking desperate for sex all the time so you...hah~ had to have prostitutes... your father made you delete all their contacts... now your letting me use your dick.” It’s funny, no matter how much you’d hurt his ego he couldn’t find the will in him to stop giving you the pleasure of his cock.

You chuckle weakly with half lidded eyes as you look up at him, your fingers like feathers, teasing the back of his neck, making him shudder ever so slightly.

Satoru's jaw clenches at your words, anger and humiliation washing over him. You're using him, treating him like a piece of meat, reminding him of his past mistakes. “Shut up!” he snaps, his breathing ragged as he continues to move against you. And you laugh out loud in his face, tears falling down your eyes as you chuckle at his sudden outburst of insecurity.

“This isn't about that, you don't know what you're talking about!” He looks down at you, his eyes dark with conflicting emotions. He hates that you're using him like this, but at the same time he can't stop, can't make himself stop giving you the pleasure you want.

“I'm not desperate for sex,” he growls between clenched teeth, “I just need... this...” His words sound desperate, and he hates himself for it. He wants to be strong, to resist you, but he's weak, so weak around you.

Your laughter calms down, and you continue to stare at him with a smirk, letting out soft breaths and moans as his dick continues to slowly move in and out of you, the heat coursing through as you coated him with your wetness.

“You're just trying to provoke me,” he mutters, his voice strained as he holds your hips tightly against him. His hands were huge, his fingers lengthen over the small of your back, able to hold you in place against his desk with each filthy movement.

“You're..” he thrusts deep into you, hitting your G-spot, making you throw your head back further as your nails scratched down the back of his neck to the muscles on his back, making him hiss as he speaks in a hoarse, low tone, “..trying..” Thrust again. “to push my buttons.” And he’s pounding into you know, holding you down against his desk as you whine and moan out loud shamelessly. Mouth wide open, eyes rolled to the back of your head, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead, his dick was too good. It always was. You wish he was just that, nothing more. Wished he never cheated. Wished he was never toxic.

He grunts through each pound, sweat dripping down from his hair too. “You're a fuckin’ brat.” he slaps the cheek of your ass making you gasp and whimper, “What's gotten into you?”

He leans in closer, his chest pressed against yours. His pace is still relentless, “You enjoy pissing me off like this, don't you?” He glares into your barely open eyes with furrowed, frustrated brows. All you can do is whine and whimper in response as your walls melt and mould him inside you.

“You’re so annoying when you talk..” You whisper and wince through each pound.

A low, bitter chuckle pours out his throat at your words, his irritation growing at your constant insults. “And you're just full of complaints, ain’t you?” He’s panting like a dog in heat. “Can't you be quiet for one damn minute?”

“You're one to talk-“ Oh, and he shuts you up. He hits that one spot, deep and hard and continues to hit that exact spot perfectly, like as if he’s mapped it out, placed a cross and precisely landing thrusts onto it, making you cry and scream, “Hah~ mmmm!!! Oh god Satoru! Right there!”

You see him smirk, but you don’t care. Don't even care how shameless you look right now.

“Right there?” he echoes, his voice slightly taunting as he smirks, “Is this what you like?” He moves with renewed focus, his pace quickening as he aims to please you, but even as he does, he can't help the sarcastic edge to his words.

“You're so fuckin’ demanding,” he mutters, his breath ragged as he moves against you, "Always telling me what you want, what you need…”

“That's why your ah~ father is arranging me to marry you cause you’re a fucking man slut!” You don’t know why you said that really, it was uncalled for, but do you care? Not really. Satoru fucked you over already, your love and care for him was gone out the window.

“Don't,” he growls with a clenched jaw, his voice low with frustration and anger, “Don't bring that up right now…”

“Cause need to be put in your fucking place.. always- ahh~!!! Acting like- oh fuck! Oh my god satoru..” he wouldn’t even let you speak, pounding into you like a rabid animal.

“..Like a fucking bastard and- ahhh!!! Fucking... prostitutes left and right- oh fuck! Right there…!” And your screaming and moaning now, nails scratching down his skin, you're sure you were making him bleed, you can hear him hissing, grunting and breathing raggedly, his eyes focusing on the bounds of your tits, the laced bra turning him on, the sounds of your pleasure.

But his eyes also flash with annoyance and humiliation at your words, your mockery and reminders of his mistakes, fueling his frustration. But at the same time, your cries of pleasure are affecting him, his body still responding to you despite his irritation.

“You love to bring that up, don't you? You just can't resist reminding me of my mistakes...”

“Mistakes?! You- ah! Chose to do those actions, you bastard!”

He thrusts into you painfully, making sure you scream, your accusations hitting a raw nerve. He hates that you're right, that he can't argue with your statement.

“So what?” he shoots back, his voice sharp with anger, “You're not exactly a saint yourself, princess...”

“You keep fucking saying that but what did l-“ You whine as you feel him hit your G- spot multiple times once again, digging your nails deep into his skin, making sure blood drips this time. He was damn infuriating.

“You sure you want to play that game? I can list all the reasons why you're not exactly a good girl either...”

He continues moving against you, his pace steady and relentless. His words are punctuated with gasps and low moans, his body reacting to you in spite of his annoyance.

The wet, slickness of his lips brush against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His grip on your tighten, making sure to bruise you the same way you’ve scarred the skin of his back and biceps as he continues to pound into you relentlessly, but still always making sure to slow down again every time you're about to come undone. "You're just as bad as I am, you just hide it better.”

“The fuck did I ever do?!” Because what is he talking about? You never fucked up, you never cheated on him, ever.

Satoru lets out a low, bitter laugh at your question. He leans in closer, his lips against your ear as he mutters words that are both a taunt and a jab at you. "Oh princess, don't play coy. We both know you're not as innocent as you act...."

You’re seriously confused and needy, for release and his answers. “So tell me.”

His grin widens like a Siamese cat as he continues thrusting his dick deep into you, taking pleasure in your response. He can tell he's struck a nerve with you.

“Well let's see...” he begins, his voice low and mocking, “For starters, you're not exactly a saint in the relationship department...”

He moves against you a bit faster, his cock getting rougher as he continues to speak, his words like another jab. You can feel his veins pulsing against the wet heat of your walls, and it only makes you clench around him, making him groan against into your ear. Filthy.

“And..” he groans again, “Let's not forget your little habit of picking fights with me every chance you get...”

You continue to gasp and moan as you speak, “I told you it's because you fucking cheated and I found out behind your back you bast- OH GOD SATORU!!!” And he’s pounding relentlessly into you again, clearly frustrated, tears streaming down your face from the pain mixed with pleasure, gasping and panting for air.

He lets out a low moan as you cry out his name, your words only adding to his frustration. He hates that you're right, that he was in the wrong, and it pisses him off that you won't let him forget it.

“Damnit, princess...” he mutters, his voice strained as he moves against you, his pace relentless. “You never let me off the hook for that, do you?”

“Why sh- ahh... ah! Oh my god! Fuck, Satoru..fuck- Why should I huh?”

Your mind goes lightheaded and drunk from the feeling of his thick veins rubbing your walls, making your hips jerk and twitch upwards as you whimper and whine.

He could tell you were close, your cries of pleasure gradually becoming louder and more desperate, and it only stokes his own desire.

Neither of you cared how many employees heard you outside of this room, right now, his focus was on the feeling of your filthy sounds escaping from your pussy and your mouth, fuelling him to hit that special spot of yours harder, despite his frustration towards your bratty attitude.

“Princess...” he grunts, his voice ragged as he continues moving against you, his own need building. “You can't hold that over my head forever....”

“Yes I ca- hah~ can...!”

He moves against you rougher now, his pace quickening, his own need growing stronger. His cock was aching, needing to release but he wanted to prolong this. Didn't want you to leave just yet.

“You're so goddamn stubborn.. Always have to have your way, always have to be right...”

You’re unable to respond, simply moaning out like a whore, clenching around his thickness, your cries of pleasure growing more desperate.

“Just... shut up...” he mumbles against your skin, his dick slamming into you at a desperate pace. “Just shut up for once...” his ragged voice hoarse as he gasped against your neck, his large hands holding your body down against his desk as he pushed and buried his cock as deep into you as possible, again and again.

You groan out loudly, “You shut up!!” And your screaming now, “Oh fuck!!.. Fuck!!”

He can't take it anymore. Your words and constant stubborn defiance driving him completely crazy. He moves against you rougher now, faster, desperate to get you over the edge, to make you cry out in pain and pleasure, to scream his name over and over.

“You never stop talking, do you?” He lifts your left leg up over his shoulder, pushing you further back on the desk, his face full of frustration as he stretches your body out and you scream and cry as he digs right into you, your nails scratching against his biceps drawing out trickles of blood.

A deep, guttural moan escapes his throat at the sound of you crying out his name, the feeling of your nails against his skin and your walls constantly clenching around him driving him wild, as if your challenging him to even think about pounding harder and deeper into you.

“That's... damn it...” he mutters between gritted teeth, his voice thick with pleasure and frustration. “You... you're so.. you keep talking and... I can't...”

He gasps and groans at the feeling of a trail of blood seeping down his bicep just from your nails, “You always have to have the last word, but I'm... I'm going to make you speechless… fuck..”

“No u w- ah-! You wont, bastard! Fucking..mmn... cheating... pig…”

“Shit... you just can't stop bringing that up, can you? I... I'll make you forget all about it... I'll make you forget everything except this dick..”

You wouldn’t mind that, you wouldn’t mind forgetting him and only remembering the sensual pleasure of his cock, digging deep into you and back out again. It’s crazy how long he’s able to prolong this. You don’t know how he does it, all you care about is the feeling.

He moves against you with a new fervour, his body slamming into you in determination. He's determined to prove to you that he's more than just a ‘cheater’,that he has layers you refuse to see.

“Damnit... just... just shut up and let me prove myself to you,” he mutters, his voice rough and strained, “just... just give me a chance to show you... I'm more than that, princess... I'm more than my mistakes...”

You cry out as you lift your head, eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears run down from pleasure. You ignore his stupid words and reasonings of proving himself, only relishing in the pleasure that only his cock is able to provide for you.

“Just... just let me show you. I'm not just a cheating bastard,” he whispers against your ear, his voice thick with both irritation and desire, his breath scorching hot in this heated, musky office of his, “Stop being such a fucking brat...”

Fuck. Fuck you feel it coming. You’re sobbing and whining now as he moves, pulling on his hair or scratching against his skin making him gasp and groan against you as he bites into the sensitive parts of your neck.

Your wet, filthy walls clench around him in desperation to hold on but his pace is unstopping, making you reach your climax as you cry his name, forcing him to moan out too.

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, keeps pounding into you as you coat his dick with your icing of pleasure. He wants to make you forget.

“That's it, princess,” he whispers, “Just let go for me, just forget everything except me.”

“No! Fuck you- ah! Fuck!” You shout back at him, tryin to pull his head away by gripping onto his hair but it’s futile, your body weak from how relentless he is. “Stop now, that's enough- Oh god!”

He chuckles sinisterly against your neck, moving against you with that same rough movement, eager to drive you over the edge again.

“Isn't this what you wanted?” he mutters between gritted teeth, “Wanted to come on this dick cause I made you so damn angry.”

And he’s right obviously, but you only wanted to come once. Not anymore. Especially now anymore now that he’s getting so cocky with it.

He whispers lowly into your ear, yet loud enough for your mind to process, the saliva of his lips coating you earlobe, “You're a fucking brat. You just can't quit being one, can you? Can't quit being so bitchy...”

You can’t do anything but cry and dig your nails into him, leaning into his neck from overstimulation as you gasp, whimper and whine.

He moans pleasurably as he feels your warmth against his neck, as if his body has been craving for such intimacy with you after so many months. “You're just...shit... you're so stubborn.”

He pace is relentless and you want him to stop already, you’ve got what you wanted but your too fucked out to speak. So, you use your teeth and bite into his neck sharply in frustration, keeping your teeth there to make sure he gets the hint since you're too overstimulated to bite back any insults to him.

He groans out huskily, gripping your hip tighter with one hand and stretching your other leg up more painfully, splitting you open further whilst the pace of his dick was frantic and rough as he mutters against your ear “You... fucking brat...” He growls, his voice thick with both irritation and need, “You just... god-damnit, you're so... you're...”

You whimper and whine with a scrunched face of both pleasure and pain, the muscles in your knees ready to give up.

You bite down harder, feeling a taste of iron against your tongue but he yanks your hair back painfully.

“Princess... shit... you're making me... goddamn it... I can't... I can't...”

He tightens his grip on your hair, his movements growing even rougher as he can't hold back any longer, needing to release.

“Just... damn it. you... you're so fucking..bitchy... I can't take it... I can't take it anymore...” he mutters, his voice ragged with need and frustration. “You're going to make me... dammit... you're going to make me lose my fuckin’ mind...”

What is he even saying, you can’t make sense through his gasps and moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin. “Stop talking like ... ah... ahhh!!! Stop... talking so... oh...... Toru... oh god…”

Satoru lets out another pleasured moan as you cry out his name, your voice desperate and needy. He pants against your ear, his voice raw with need and desire. He grips your skin tighter, his pace relentless as he mutters against your skin “You shut up..fuckin’ bitch. Such a fucking bitch all the time ...”

You scowl as you look up at him with tear filled eyes of pleasure, “What did you��Call me?!”

“I said... you're a goddamn bitch...” he mutters between gritted teeth, “A goddamn defiant... stubborn... brat..." he says with each pound of his dick filling your insides after each word of vile insult.

You wanted to slap him again, but obviously you’re unable to.

“Fuck... you... you just... you won't... won't give in... I can't... I can't take it...” he babbles, too drunk off your pussy.

“The fuck are you saying..!?”

“Defiant... stubborn... infuriating... and a fuckin’ brat...like you always have been.”

“Just... just shut that mouth... and give in... I... I need you... shit..”

This is what you hated about him, it pissed you off so badly. He’d always say fucked up shit like this but would never realise the meaning behind it. You lean forward again and bite down on his neck once more, pissed.

He continues slamming himself into you, wanting to make you come undone more and more until you know nothing but his name. “Fuck.. you're going to... gonna make me lose my goddamn mind...”

He tugs your head back again by your hair, forcing the both of you to glare into each other’s frustrated eyes.

“Stop looking... stop looking at me like that... I...I can't take it..."

“Fucking... hate ... you…” You murmur, not gasping. Wanting to make it clear to him. Wanting to get your hateful point across.

Satoru lets out a low laugh at your words, the mix of frustration and desire making his laugh ragged and strained. “You've said that... princess...” he mutters, his voice strained with need, “But you... you don't mean that... you don't hate me...” He tightens his grip on your hair, pulling your head back more, his gaze fixed on your face, taking in your frustrated expression.

“You... you can't hate me... you're just... you're just being a stubborn brat...” He’s in denial, you do hate him. He was nothing but a cheating, toxic bastard to you.

“Princess,you don't hate me... you're just... you like to act like you do but you you don't.”

“I d-do, you cheating... toxic bastard... fuck now I have to marry you.”

“You're such... such a drama queen...” Another reason ticked off the list, he never tried to understand you. “Always such a fucking bitch.” he groans into your ear as he comes undone and you come undone with him panting for air as he loosens his grip on your hair.

Those were his last words to coming undone? Seriously?

“You're such a brat..” he whispers through heavy, husky breathing, “But, you're... you're mine.”

Ignoring whatever nonsense he’s spouting, you hang your head low, nails remaining deep in his skin around his biceps breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath.

You feel his large arms wrap around you, holding you close against him, his body still shuddering with the aftermath of your intense passion. It felt comfortable, warm, until you realise who the man is that’s holding you like this.

He runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle and possessive at the time, making you close your eyes in relaxation. Just for a little bit.

“Fuck...” his gaze lingered on your hair as he pulled it back gently, taking in your weary, exhausted expression. He looks at you for a long moment, taking in your flushed skin caused by him, before he questions with a quiet voice, “Fuck princess... you still... you still hate me?”

You respond almost immediately as you stare back at him, blankly and bluntly. “Always.”

A bitter chuckle plays on his tongue at your words, “You really know how to give a guy a confidence boost, sweetheart.”

He sighs, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your forehead, his arms still wrapped around you, “You're... you're such a goddamn handful... always complaining.”

He runs his hands through your hair again as he continues to hold you close against him, his touch gentle but possessive. “Always arguing, disagreeing, complaining...” he mumbled against the top of your scalp.

Its affecting you, slightly. But you don’t want it to. Your mind reminding you of the images you saw of him fucking some random prostitute. It’s always on your mind.

He lets out another exhausted sigh as he continues to hold you close against his sweating body, still shuddering slightly from the aftermath of your intense passion.

“Shut the fuck up…” you whisper quietly against his bare chest.

“Still talking back to me, princess?” he chuckles, "Still acting like a goddamn little brat?”

He looks down at you with a mix of irritation and affection, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“You really can't help yourself, can you?” he mutters, “Always gotta have the last word.”

“Let go of me... fuck i had... more work to do.” You don’t, you just want to be away from him.

He frowns in irritation as you try to pull away from him.

His grip on you tightens slightly as he keeps you in his arms, not wanting you to leave him again. “I just let you use my fucking dick and you're still acting like a bitch?”

He looks down at you with a mixture of irritation and frustration, his jaw clenched as he grits his teeth.

“You're a fuckin’ headache y/n. I can't tell if I want to strangle yo-“

You cut him off before he can speak any further “Tch. What did you say?” You glare up at him, an obvious scowl drawn on your face.

“You heard me, princess,” he mutters with gritted teeth, 'You're such a headache sometimes...”

“No, the last part. Seriously? This is why we fucking broke up, you’re so damn toxic!”

His irritation finally snaps at your words, his grasp on you tightening as he glares down at you “So what if I am?! You're just as goddamn toxic as I am, you brat!”

“No I'm not! I'm like this because of you!”

His sly chuckle echoes in this room again at your words, his grip on you still tight as he glares down at you. "Oh, please," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, “You’re just as toxic as I am princess. You just refuse to admit it.”

You groan and push him off you, wincing and whimpering slightly as you feel his cock pull out of you, flushed red whilst a heavy moan escapes him too, leaving his suddenly bereft of your comforting heat.

“Damnit princess...” he mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes fixated on your expression. “You... you really gotta do that?”

“Stop calling me that.” You lift my underwear and tights, scrunching your face at the feeling of the filthy mess between your legs and straighten your pencil skirt.

“And why should I?" he mutters, his voice still strained with annoyance and need. "You've always loved it when I call you that, princess...”

“That was before.” You state, staring at him with a bored; irritated expression again. No longer pleasured or flushed out from his dick.

He sighs heavily with frustration as he looks down at you, his irritation growing as he listens to your words. “Fine. Get out my office then.”

You fix the mess of your hair, clicking your tongue at him in annoyance.

“You're really going to act like this after what just happened? You're really going to act like you don't still want me even a little?”

“I don’t. See you near our wedding day. Don’t go fucking any prostitutes, cheater.” You respond, walking past him, your shoulder brushing lightly against his bicep, sending another shudder down to his dick.

“Whatever.” He mutters under his breath as he picks up his briefs and slides them back on.

“Stop talking back.”

“You stop talking.”

“Stop trying to get the last word.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Cause you’re a fucking cheater.”

“Get out my fucking office.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

You slam the door shut behind you in annoyance.

Satoru groans and slams his fist on the desk, cursing himself for pleasuring you because he was too addicted in the moment.

He can’t say he hated doing that for you though, and you can’t deny that you’re a little bit thankful. Though, you still hate him, despise him even.

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𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏!𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 × 𝙴𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) × 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏! 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

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"Anything else we can get for our most valued regulars?"

The two men waved their hands dismissively at the friendly and energetic owner of the establishment, thanking her for the drinks that were already provided while assuring her they were perfectly content.

"Well if you shall need anything don't hesitate to ask." She reminded them before walking away to attend the other customers and see that everything in the club was running smoothly.

The two men held up their drinks and clinked them against each other before downing them as if it was mere water. Slumping back into the comfortable french style chaise lounge sofa, the shorter mafioso let out a soft and relaxed exhale of breath.

"Well I'd say the whole operation was an absolute success. Don't you agree Yunho?" He tilted his head towards the more impotent one of them, the male swirling the contents of his newly poured drink around his glass cup.

"Indeed. Well done Wooyoung." He raised his glass towards his friend in acknowledgement before bringing the rim of the cup up to his lips.

The two men briefly scanned the spacious hall, occasionally waving or even winking at the more familiar faces that they had become very much acquainted with, sometimes even on a more intimate level that remained a naughty secret between them. Being admirers of beauty and anything aesthetically appealing, they of course had their gazes on the stage that encompassed the majority of the room. Their eyes never failed to take in the gorgeous dancers that were currently moving their bodies to the music playing in the background, some of them showcasing their more erotic side through spins and turns on some of the poles that were placed at various corners of the stage. That sight was always a welcoming one by all the men who went inside the high class club.

"Damn. Who is that?" Wooyoung pointed in the direction of a certain dancer who had caught his attention.

Following his finger, Yunho widened his eyes when he saw who it was that Wooyoung had spotted. She was indeed very captivating. Her movements were very sensual and completely fluid, it was more than obvious her technique was precise. Even her hair seemed to dance along with her body. She'd effortlessly spin around the metal pole as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her. Although she was placed towards the back, she seemed to dominate the stage alone with her presence. She just exuded charisma and eroticism that no doubt had many of the males growing a little problem in their pants thanks to her, Wooyoung and Yunho being no exception. They became lost in the beautiful and fascinating female, falling her charms as if her dance hypnotized them.

It was Yunho who snapped himself out of it when he took a closer look at her face and felt like something was off.

"How old is she? She looks a little... too young." Despite having been involved in the criminal world for years, having seen and committed many illegal acts, Yunho was not tolerant of anything that involved the exploitation of individuals who were too young for such a life.

Realizing he was right, Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat. Calling over one of the male waiters, Yunho had to inquire about her.

"What can you tell me about the pretty face right over there?"

Seeing who he was referring to, the male server chuckled.

"Oh. That's Y/N. She's new here, started a few weeks ago but she's already conquered a lot of admirers as you can tell."

Indeed, as they looked around, most men had their eyes trained on her, no doubt imagining what she'd look like if you removed the lace bustier top and butt hugging leather shorts.

"How old is she?" Yunho got to the point.

Understanding what he meant, the server quickly dismissed his fears.

"I don't know exactly but I know for sure she's very much an adult. I'd say very early 20's, although I get that with that innocent looking baby face many wouldn't believe it. Folks seem to dig that though. Angelic face, sinful body? No wonder men are lusting over her."

Glancing over at their respective friend, the two men shared a small smirk between each other before settling back down to continue admiring the pretty girl.

"If you bosses would like, we could arrange a private show with her for you." The male staff offered but Wooyoung shook his head.

"No no, I don't think that will be necessary."

But he found that his resolve would soon come crumbling down when the young female took notice of their gawking towards her. Although she had never seen them before, she enjoyed the way their eyes were raking her body. She made sure not to break eye contact with them as she performed her next set of moves, which became a lot more sultry and risque in nature. She purposefully bent down or over more so her ass and tits would be the main focus of their staring.

"Fuck. I'd love to bend that ass over my lap." Yunho bit down on his bottom lip as one hand slowly rubbed the top of his thigh when she sent a flirtatious wink his way.

"Then why don't we make it come true?"

Calling for the male staff's attention once more, Wooyoung pulled out a large bill and placed it on the empty tray he was holding.

"I think we're going to take you on that offer, that is if the lady doesn't mind."

The staff couldn't help but snort.

"Trust me, I don't think she would mind one bit."

Ushering them to follow him, the male staff led them through the crowd of people that were gathered at the main showroom and down one of the hallways. Wooyoung and Yunho were surprised when instead of taking them to the upstairs private rooms, their guide instead took them down stairs.

"We don't actually tell most people this but our best and most expensive private rooms are actually down here and not upstairs. We only reserve them for V.I.P guests. And there's a bonus.."

The male staff typed in a code into the keypad that kept the entrance to the room locked and opened it up for them to let themselves in.

"There's absolutely no cameras, no rules, and you don't have to worry about anyone hearing anything." The man slyly told them as he walked off and told them to enjoy themselves.

Looking around, indeed the room was even better than the upper ones they had often rented. Not only was it bigger, it had a full bar for them to enjoy, there were multiple couches and they even mounted a pole in the middle of the room. Lilac curtains were strategically placed around to decorate the room which looked marvelous against the blue LED lights that illuminated several parts of the room so everything inside would be clearly visible. They could even make out a faint scent of lavender and vanilla, no doubt infused with pheromones to further enhance sexual arousal.

"No rules he said.... perfect." Wooyoung grinned as he made himself comfortable on one of the couches.

"Just because there are no cameras doesn't mean you can behave as you like. Remember that she'll probably only be here to dance for us and nothing else." Yunho reminded him.

"Relax old man, you know I would never touch a woman without her consent. Lucky me, I'm still handsome .... and rich." Wooyoung laughed slightly as he pulled out a bundle of money from his pocket causing his friend to roll his eyes.

"And what makes you think that is going to entice the young lady to suck your dick? If anything, she'll prefer someone younger and not some... geezer." He poked fun at his friend who looked at him with an unamused face.

"Look who's talking boomer." He scoffed at him.

Both of the men put an end to their small bantering when the door suddenly opened and in came none other than the very object of their fantasies, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor. She eyed them up and down with a curious expression, the corners of her mouth curling up just subtly.

"Hello there beautiful." Wooyoung leaned back and took in her figure.

"Good evening gentlemen." She greeted them as she shifted her weight from leg to the other one, her hands placed on her hips respectively.

"Y/N is it?" Yunho inquired as he tried to keep a little more decorum and tried not to stare too much at her.

"Unless you'd prefer to call me something else." She grinned at them with a smoldering expression.

"I'd love to call you mine." Wooyoung put his thoughts out there for the other two occupants in the room to hear, shocking and embarrassing one while the other seemed delighted to hear him say that.

"Wooyoung! Control yourself." Yunho nudged him with his elbow, warning him not to try anything stupid or foolish.

"And tell me then handsome, just how do you want me?"

Both men whipped their heads at her question, wondering if they heard her right.

"Umm- excuse me?" Yunho wanted her to clarify what she meant.

The young dancer took slow and careful steps closer to them, beginning to round the table that stood in between her and the couch they were seated in.

"On my knees, on all fours, against the wall, or laying down, just tell me what position you want me in." She was completely unafraid as she now carefully sat on the table right in front of them, spreading her legs just a little bit, daring them not to gaze in between them which they both ultimately failed in doing.

She was driving them crazy, making them lose every last bit of self control they had. And the way she'd innocently bat her eyelashes at them was not helping their case, it only served to fuel their growing lust for her even more. Wooyoung was about to speak up, but Yunho of course stopped him.

"No-no honey. We just wanted you to keep us some company." He wanted to slap himself for sounding so old fashioned.

Y/N tilted her head at his explanation.

"Keep you company? You mean like this?"

Not expecting her to get up and suddenly straddle his lap, Yunho's eyes shot wide open when her chest was practically pressing against his face. Y/N gently caressed the hair around his temples, not so subtly grinding herself on his tent that was hardening even further. His friend next to him was equally surprised and jealous that it wasn't his lap that the young lady chose to situate herself on.

"Is this what you wanted?"

When Yunho shifted under her and stammered out an incoherent babble of words, Y/N took hold of his hands and placed them on her hips.

"It's ok baby. You can touch me if you want. I don't mind." She encouraged him with a sweet smile on her face.

"I'm not sure I want to..." As soon as he said that, he regretted his words especially after seeing the disheartened look on Y/N's pretty face.

"Well I know for a fact I do so give her to me if you don't want her."

She let out a squeal when she was suddenly pulled of Yunho's lap and instead perched upon one of Wooyoung's strong and muscular thighs. He couldn't stop smiling as his hands rubbed against the sides of her waist.

"So tell me what's a gorgeous and young lady such as yourself doing in a place like this?" He was genuinely curious as to why someone like her would seek out work as an exotic dancer.

"Well it definitely brings in a lot of money, but I'm not going to deny that I do enjoy the attention and stares of some of the patrons like to give me." She answered, her hand reaching over to loosen up the tie around his neck.

"Oh, so you like being a little exhibitionist?" Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"God yes! But my ex boyfriend wasn't a fan of my occupation, hence why he left." She let out a tiny huff at the information.

"Well if you ask him he's an idiot for that. I know if I had a sexy girl like you, I wouldn't mind showing her off a little. Let others admire her like the goddess she is."

As he said those words to her, Wooyoung's fingers slowly peeled the straps of her top off her shoulders, his tips tracing along the outline of her collarbone. Y/N didn't budge when she felt Wooyoung's lips kiss across her shoulder and the side of her neck, she merely tilted her head to the opposite side so it would give him more access to suckle along her smooth skin. Yunho watched all of this with an aching hard on and clenched fist as he realized it could have been him in Wooyoung's position at that moment.

"Truthfully I don't miss him, he was very controlling anyways, but I gotta say...." She bit down on her lip, a bit unsure about continuing her sentence.

"It's ok baby. You can tell us anything you want." Wooyoung assured her as his teeth tugged at her earlobe.

Sucking in a breath she didn't know she was holding, Y/N spilled her secret out.

"I've just been a lot more horny ever since I started this job and I don't have anyone to fuck me like a slut. God I just want a big, fat cock to tear my pussy apart."

Both men looked at each other and exchanged a few suspicious glances before returning their attention back on the girl on Wooyoung's lap.

"Are you horny right now darling?" He asked her as his hand came to the front of her top and started undoing the buttons that ran through the middle.

"If I say yes, will one of you fuck me?" She turned her head to look at Yunho, not wanting him to feel left out. Her hand even reached over so it could brush along the tent in his pants, which he welcomed graciously and even allowed her to palm his hard on as she pleased.

"Oh honey, if you want, we'll both fuck you." Yunho finally spoke up after a long time of staying silent, scooting his body closer to her.

"Please do." She begged them, eyes looking like a pitiful little pup.

Undoing the last button, Wooyoung peeled the top off her, both men releasing groans when her breasts came into view. They looked so soft and smooth and it took everything in them not to take one in each of their mouths and devour them. Getting off of Wooyoung's thigh so she could sit right in between both men, Y/N took one of their hands and set them right on her mounds.

"Touch me, please. I want your guys' hands all over me."

Each one of the men began to squeeze at her tits, Wooyoung opting for a more rough approach, even pinching at her nipples, while Yunho took his time in massaging her flesh, thumb rubbing circles on her hardened peak. Y/N was already loving the two opposite dynamics both men were giving her, it was exactly what she'd been craving in a long time. She threw her head back when Wooyoung stooped down to take the breast he was currently toying with into his mouth, teeth tugging at her tiny bud. She was releasing heavy breaths as he continued to suck at her tender skin, eyes closing as she began to get lost in the pleasure. She nearly whined when she felt Yunho take his hand off her breast, but it was caught in his mouth since he moved his hand from her chest so it could cup her chin. Tilting it towards him, he began to kiss her hungrily. She gratefully welcomed the intrusion of his tongue in her mouth, letting it slither inside of it, taking complete control of her.

Taking advantage of his friend moving his hand away, Wooyoung moved so he was sitting right in front of her. Y/N pryed her legs open so he could be easily accommodated between her body. He moved his mouth to latch onto her other breast, giving it the special attention its twin had already received. He became a little harsher as he began to plaster marks on the underside of her boob and on the top of them. Each time he sank his canines down onto her skin, Y/N would emit a semi pained whimper that was muffled by Yunho's tongue as it swirled against her own wet muscle. Moving further south, Wooyoung began dragging his tongue down her sternum until it reached her belly button. Coming face to face with her leather shorts, Wooyoung grabbed the sides of the fabric before swiftly pulling it down her legs. Y/N shuddered when a small waft of cool air breezed over her wet heat.

"Fucking hell, what a nice and wet pussy you have little lady." Wooyoung stared in amazing at her shining folds that were inviting him to dive in and feast upon their sweet juices.

Pulling away so he could glimpse down at the lady's intimate place, Yunho moaned deeply when he saw what his friend was looking at.

"Fuck we've barely done anything and you're already this wet for us? You flatter us baby." He chuckled as he went back in to continue their makeout session.

Wooyoung's fingers slid around her folds, teasing her as they grazed over her slit, always stopping before they touched her clit. Y/N was yearning to be touched and she did not appreciate the older man's teasing. Yunho of course noticed since her needy whining was being spilled into his mouth.

"Is that a promise?" Wooyoung challenged.

"Wooyoung stop making her wait and eat her out before I shove you to the ground and I finger her cunt until she's squirting all over your face." He warned in between kisses.

Pulling back with a snarl, Yunho stared menacingly at his friend.

"Fucking eat her pussy or I'll get my men to hold you down and make you watch as I fuck her."

Shrugging off Yunho's threat, Wooyoung latched his mouth onto the young female's mound and started fucking it with his tongue. Y/N couldn't help but gasp as Wooyoung's skillful and experienced tongue swirled and sucked along her folds. He made sure to focus most of his attention on her clit, nibbling down on it while making sure he didn't accidentally grazed his teeth onto them.

"You like the way Wooyoung is eating you out baby?" Yunho asked as his large hands cupped your breasts once more, squishing them together as his thumbs toyed with your nipples.

"Yes! Shit! He's amazing!" She gasped out when he gave her a particularly long suck to thank her for her praises, a cocky grin forming.

"Heard that Woo? The little lady is enjoying it." Yunho gushed as he brought one breast up to place kisses on it.

Wooyoung responded with a moan against her pussy, his hands spreading her legs as far as they could go so he could lap reach every inch of flesh with his tongue. He left no place untouched as he practically smothered his face into her juicy core. Y/N's body started to tremble as she felt herself being thrown over the precipice. Yunho kept holding onto her as she began cumming on Wooyoung's face.

"Fuck- oh shit!" She cursed with scrunched eyes as an intense orgasm took over her senses.

Wooyoung didn't detach his mouth from her core until he made certain that she had released all the juices she possibly could, which ultimately ended up swallowed by him since he could not leave a drop to waste. When Y/N came to her senses, she still felt as if she was in a permanent high.

"I've never came from someone eating my pussy out. That was the first time anyone has made me orgasm from one." She admitted rather shyly.

"That's probably because you've only had amateur assholes perform oral on you honey. I've got years of experience. I know what a girl wants when she's getting her sweet pussy eaten out." Wooyoung boasted as he sat down next to her.

"Well I think it's only fair I show my gratitude to you both right?"

Sliding off the couch, Y/N got on her knees and beckoned the men to stand at each of her sides. Lifting her hands up, she began to palm their clothed cocks. She could only imagine how big they were since they already felt pretty packed even in their confinement. Although it was a little hard doing it with one hand, she managed to unzip both of their pants and slowly dragged them down their thighs until she was blessed by the sight of their mature cocks springing forward, fully erect and waiting for her to touch them. Her mouth was agape as she took one in each hand and began pumping them.

"God you're both so big."

Both men let out small laughs at her reaction.

"What? Never seen cocks like ours before baby?" Wooyoung asked.

"Not in person and I've always wanted to be fucked by sizes like yours."

Her hand continued to stroke their lengths. She even went as far as to spit on both of them so it would be easier to glide her hand along their shaft. Although Yunho was definitely the bigger of the two, packing a monster sized cock, Wooyoung was also pretty endowed and she had no doubt that with his cocky attitude he definitely knew how to use his dick in the best way possible. She couldn't help herself and actually brought both of their tips to her mouth. Her tongue alternated between licking Wooyoung's head before giving attention to Yunho's, both of them hissing when they felt her tongue on them. Y/N did not shy away from even slurping one both of them at the same time, opening her mouth as much as it could to fit their heads inside and sucking them in.

"Oh shit! You're such a dirty little girl." Yunho muttered out as his hand came down to pet the top of her head.

"Tell me are you always such a whore for your other customers?" Wooyoung's tone had a slight hint of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting the special treatment they were getting.

"Hmmm no. None of the other people have ever interested me. You guys are the first that made me wanna get a little naughty." She confessed with an innocent smile before taking each of their balls and giving them a few harsh sucks, coating them generously with her saliva. Although it was more than arousing having their young companion jerk them off simultaneously, even giving their slits a couple licks every now and then, the men knew they wanted a little more. They wanted to corrupt the woman in front of them and make a mess all over her.

"You wanna get even more naughty baby?" Yunho's voice dropped down 2 tones as he began taking his shirt off, Wooyoung following suit.

"Yes." She looked between one of the men and then to the other, nearly drooling when she saw their fit abs come into her view.

Lifting her up, Yunho effortlessly sat her back down on the couch.

"Want us to fuck you?" He continued to ask as he and his friend finished stripping themselves out of their clothes.

"Yes! Please fuck me." She encouraged, beckoning them over as she got on all fours for them.

"Well I don't know about you, but I really wanna see what that pretty mouth of hers does, especially after getting a sneak peak." Stepping over to her face, Wooyoung rubbed the tip of his cock along the top of her lip.

Y/N giggled as she took Wooyoung's length in one of her hands once more, pressing kisses along his head. She was so distracted in playing around and teasing Wooyoung that she didn't notice Yunho had placed himself right behind until she felt his bulge rubbing along her ass cheeks.

"I hope you don't mind sweetheart, but I wasn't expecting to get so lucky to be able to fuck a pretty girl such as yourself tonight so I'm afraid I brought no condoms...."

Y/N gasped when she felt a long finger insert itself into her ass.

"So I'm going to have to settle for fucking this other hole of yours." He circled his finger around her hole to further stretch her out, eventually adding a second finger inside her.

"If that's all right with you of course."

Y/N responded with a moan and pushed her butt further back so his fingers could sink deeper in her.

"I'd say it's more than ok with her. Look at how desperate she looks." Wooyoung lightly giggled, tapping the head of his cock against both of her cheeks.

"Open up."

Following his orders, Y/N allowed him to slip himself into her warm and wet mouth, unable to help but groan when he pushed half of his length in.

"What's wrong baby? Can't fit all of me inside?"

Taking it as a challenge, Y/N hollowed her cheeks even further and pushed herself forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. Although she choked slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat, she was still able to swirl her tongue around him and properly accommodate him.

"For someone so young, you sure do seem to have a lot of experience." Wooyoung pointed out as his hands gently caressed her stuffed cheeks.

"That's cause she's nothing but a whore."

Y/N clenched around nothing as she heard Yunho's degradation, humming against Wooyoung's length as she felt his long fingers collect some of her slick and used it as a makeshift lube to spread around her asshole. Making sure she was all prepped and properly stretched out, Yunho took his sizeable dick and very slowly pushed himself into her ass, wanting to savor how her tightness hugged every inch of him. His head was thrown back when he stuffed her ass full of his cock, nails digging into her cheeks as he held back the urge to ram himself brutally and tear her ass up. When he did not move for a few seconds, Y/N grew impatient and pulled herself off him only to stuff him back inside.

"Don't make our pretty baby wait by being gentle Yunho. Can't you see she's desperate to have you break her apart?" Wooyoung smirked as pulled out of her mouth only to force himself back in, holding her head in place before releasing her. Y/N gagged around his cock, a tiny slick of drool falling out of the corners of her mouth.

"Is that what you want? Want us to be rough with you?"

Yunho got a response in the form of a moan around Wooyoung's dick and a tightening around his own cock .

"Ok shit! Yunho you better start fucking her cause I can't hold back anymore."

Not caring to wait and see if his friend would follow his instructions, Wooyoung gripped the back of Y/N's head and started bucking his hips into her mouth. Garbled noises that were muffled by Wooyoung's intrusion were spilling forth out of her, which were further intensified in range when the male behind her likewise started moving.

"Oh shit! You're so tight, you feel amazing little lady." Yunho praised as he slammed his hips onto her ass, watching it smack against his skin and wiggle every time he pounded back into her.

Y/N whimpered when one of Yunho's hands snaked in between her thighs and began to rub circles around her clit, further boosting the feeling they were giving her. With one of them fucking her face and the other one ramming into her ass, she felt so full and stuffed to the brim and she absolutely loved it.

"You enjoying this honey? Are you enjoying as two older men use you as their fuck toy?" Wooyoung's question was met by a loud vibration of her whimpers around him, his cock twitching at the feeling.

"Of course she's enjoying it. She loves getting used and treated as nothing more than a cum bucket." Yunho groaned in a raspy voice. His fingers which were moving earnestly around her bundle of nerves moved to strike them, making their recipient shudder when more stinging slaps were placed on her mound.

Tears of pleasure were rolling down Y/N's eyes as she was being fucked past her limit by the older and dangerous criminals. Never in her life did she actually believe such men like them would fulfill one of her deepest fantasies, yet here she was, gurgling and swallowing around one huge dick while her ass was getting torn apart by an even bigger cock. Not to mention Yunho was making sure she'd be tipped over the edge again as he worked his fingers on her clit, alternating between rubbing harshly against it before slapping it once more. During one of these hard smacks, she began crying out as her body began spasming and bursting out in pleasure, her juices spilling out of her.

"Oh fuck! She's cumming already." Wooyoung's words were becoming more slurred as he felt his own high fast approaching.

"I know. I'm gonna cum-" Yunho grunted as he plunged himself faster in her, his low and deep moans mixing with Wooyoung's higher pitched ones as both men used their pretty dirty dancer to push themselves over the edge, their relentless pace only helping to elongate the orgasm the girl under them was having.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Pulling out with a hiss, Yunho wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself furiously until white spurts of cum were being plastered all over her ass cheeks. He didn't stop until he made sure to paint her butt with all the cum he had to give.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung held her head in place as he fucked his own cum down her throat.

"Swallow it all you dirty whore. I don't want you spilling out a single drop. Got it?" He ordered as he spilled his seed into her mouth, which Y/N promptly swallowed as he said to. She kept eye contact throughout the entire process of having him rut his hips against her face, his mouth agape and blurting out swear after swear as he emptied himself in her mouth.

A popping sound was made when he pulled out of her, saliva plastered all over her lips which were red and swollen after the rough treatment they were put through. Both men slumped down on the couch to catch their breath and collect their senses. Yunho was the first one to gain his energy back and began to look for something to clean up, luckily finding a few hand towels near the mini bar. Coming back over where the other two occupants were, he began wiping off the leftover cum on Y/N's ass.

"You doing ok babe?" Yunho wanted to make sure.

"I'm doing wonderful, thank you." She giggled when Yunho pressed a light slap on her ass at her response.

After making sure to clean up properly, Yunho and Wooyoung gathered their clothes and began dressing themselves again while the exotic dancer simply sat there and watched them, lip poked out in a pensive thought.

"Will I see you guys some other night?"

Yunho and Wooyoung looked back and forth between each other and at her.

"Do you wanna see us again?" Wooyoung asked, his hopes getting up.

Y/N smiled at him.

"Of course I do. Just be sure to bring condoms next time. I'd really love to feel you both destroy my pussy next time."

The men chuckled at her bold words.

"Oh baby, it'll be our pleasure."

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[the-iceni-bitch]

No Scrubs

Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak

And I know that he cannot approach me

'Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash

Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: You try to keep Steve from dying of boredom at an Avengers charity gala.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, public sex), little bit of a fight, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: My official entry for @cockslut-padalecki’s “Not My Ninth” challenge!! My prompt was No Scrubs by TLC and Charity Gala. I picked our boy Steve for this one, but like post Avengers pre Winter Soldier Steve. Also, is Thor the best wingman? I feel like I’ve been using him in this role a lot. Happy 9K babe!

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Steve had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.

He hated talking about himself normally, and having to parade around in front of a bunch of rich people was a special kind of torture. But Tony was insistent that the whole team had to be there, and it was for a good cause so he couldn’t say no without being a complete asshole.

He downed the rest of his champagne as some other billionaire asked him the same damn question about how different things were for him now, how much he must miss the 40s, like the war was some golden age of Americana. He just smiled and gave the same polite answers he’d been giving all night, wishing he was able to get drunk. Maybe Thor had snuck in some mead, that could usually do the trick.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Captain Rogers, but Mr. Stark sent me to come find you. Something about the silent auction.”

Steve felt his face relax as he turned to look at you, his breath coming out in a deep sigh. You looked amazing in your silver gown, all shimmery and gauzy.

“Sorry folks, duty calls.” He said with a shrug as he followed you away from the stuffed suits. “What does Tony want? I don’t have anything to do with the auction.”

“Yeah, I know, but your jaw was clenched so hard I was worried you were gonna snap something, so I figured I’d come rescue you.” You said, grinning over your shoulder at him.

“God, you’re the best.” He sighed, following you to the bar and leaning against it as you ordered yourself a cocktail.

“I know, right? You want anything?”

“Not unless Thor snuck anything in. It’s only been an hour and I’m this close to ramming my head through a wall.”

“Sorry Cap, I hate these things too but it comes with the territory.” You said with a shrug, sipping on your Manhattan as you turned to face him. “Now, lets go find our Asgardian friend. As your handler, I can’t have you destroying property out of boredom, and I’m pretty sure I saw that giant sipping from a contraband flask a little earlier.”

He grinned as he moved to follow you, weaving through the crowd as you expertly turned away the whales that kept trying to approach him. You were his fifth handler since the battle of New York, and the only one that had lasted longer than a week. Mostly because you didn’t actually try to handle him, just let him be Steve and deal with any PR fallout that came with that. It helped that you had an easygoing nature that he found endearing, and you could always make him laugh. The fight you’d gotten into with Tony about changing his suit had really done it for him though, he hadn’t seen anyone make Stark back down so fast.

“Odinson!” You shouted, beaming once you found the massive blonde. He’d been cornered by a group of old blue hairs who were tittering and trying to touch his biceps. “Sorry ladies, the god of thunder is needed elsewhere, auction business.”

They all made sounds of disappointment as you extracted the relieved looking god from the group of old biddies, pulling him away towards one of the empty corners of the ballroom.

“What is this auction you speak of?” Thor asked once the three of you were separated from the crowd.

“A clever ruse, my good friend.” You said with a smirk. “You’re welcome by the way. The Captain here is on the verge of committing violent acts out of boredom, and expressed a desire to get drunk.”

“Yes, thank you Y/N.” He said with a grin. “I don’t think I can help the Captain with his problem though, maybe he should head to the bar.”

“Oh, you can’t help?” You said cocking your eyebrow at him before shoving your hand inside his tux jacket and pulling out a silver flask. “What’s this then?”

Steve chuckled as Thor tried to stammer out a reply as you just shook your head and tutted at him, handing Steve the flask.

“Listen, just be a good boy and share. Now, I need to go to the ladies room but if any of these rich assholes tries to come bother you again, just start talking about the horrors of war, and get graphic. They hate that shit.”

Steve handed Thor back the flask after taking a sip, already staring to feel a bit of a tingle in his fingers.

“That woman is not to be trifled with.” Thor said appreciatively as he took a swig, handing it back to Steve. “Have you slept with her yet?”

Steve choked on the mead, his eyes bugging out of his head as he tried to cough up a lung and Thor clapped him on the back, scolding him for wasting good liquor.

“Jesus, Thor! What are you talking about? I don’t want to sleep with Y/N!”

“Oh my god, you midgardians and your hang ups. Your hormones spike every time your around her, it’s very distracting.”

“What?!?! How do you know that?” Steve loosened his tie a bit as he felt himself starting to warm up, telling himself it was just from the booze.

“I’m not just the god of thunder, I’m a fertility god.” He said with a grin. “And every time you two are near each other, it’s like being around a couple of rabbits in the spring.”

“Oh god, please stop.” Steve said as he ran his hand over his face in embarrassment.

“No you stop. We’re in a hotel, just get a room and , what’s the phrase I’m looking for ‘fuck her brains out’.”

“Jesus Christ, who taught you that? Never mind, I know it was Tony.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at Thor as he gave him a wicked grin.

“Oh no.” Thor said suddenly, looking over Steve’s shoulder towards the ballroom.

“What now?” Steve said with a heavy sigh, turning to follow his line of sight to where you were standing, talking to an unsteady looking man in a sloppy tux. “Rumlow.”

“Yes, apparently your STRIKE team leader has been sniffing after your handler for months.” Thor narrated, leaning against one of the columns and taking another pull from the flask. “She’s always rebuffed him, though. I don’t think he’s ever tried when he’s drunk before. Wait, Rogers!”

Steve ignored him as he strode towards you, growling under his breath and loosening his tie even more as he watched Rumlow wrap his hand around your bicep and yank you towards him. Steve was close enough to see you roll your eyes, but couldn’t hear what you said to the man as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and smashed his mouth against yours.

“Hey!” Steve shouted, his brow furrowed as Brock pulled his face away from yours to see what the interruption was about.

You took your chance and head butted him, a curse leaving his mouth in a hiss as he released you. You gripped his left wrist around his thumb and drew it back hard, smirking when you felt a snap at the same time you drove you fist into his ribs.

Steve had to pull you off him as you started beating him with your clutch, opening it up at the same time to search for your brass knuckles.

“You don’t fucking touch me, you goddamn sloppy deadbeat motherfucker!” You screamed as Steve carried you away from the main floor, your limbs flailing as you tried to charge back at Rumlow. “Learn to tie a fucking tie you cocksucking son of a bitch.”

Steve did his best not to crack up at the shocked looks the blue bloods were giving you, a chorus of offended gasps following the two of you as you released a steady stream of profanity. He pushed open the doors to the balcony with one hand as he kept his other hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you were still trying to squirm free.

“Damn it, put me down Rogers! I’ll kick your ass too!” You hissed, turning to swat at his chest.

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ!” He said as you started to kick him, catching him in the shins a couple of times. “Ow.”

“You’re fine.” You said with a shrug, taking a couple deep breaths to calm down.

“Yeah, well Rumlow definitely isn’t. Who gave you brass knuckles?” He said, pulling the weapon out of your clutch.

“Nat did. And it’s not like I even got to use them on that asshole.”

“Yeah but you would’ve.” He said, shaking his head as he handed them back to you. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

You just snorted as you shoved the knuckles back into your clutch, leaning your back against the railing.

“Good.” He mumbled, suddenly not knowing what to say to you.

You somehow looked even better after your altercation. Your hair was a wild tangle now, loose strands blowing in the breeze. Your lips were swollen from the unwanted kiss, and Steve could feel the heat coming off you as your chest heaved with deep breaths. He hissed through his teeth when he noticed the torn skin on your knuckles.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding.” He growled, grabbing your hand to inspect the damage.

“Huh, guess so.” You said, watching him through your lashes as he brought your hand closer to his face.

You felt your breath hitch as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand softly, his brow still furrowed with worry. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the fight, but all you could think about just then was sucking on his thick fingers.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You must have zoned out for a second.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“I’m great.” You said, your voice a little squeakier than you would’ve liked.

He took a step closer to you and you gasped, suddenly feeling very light headed as you felt a rush of slick flood your panties. His hand left yours and moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip where you had it pressed between your teeth.

“I think I’m gonna kiss you now.” He muttered, his eyes boring into yours, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Good.” You whispered.

His mouth devoured yours, his teeth pulling your lips open so he could slip his tongue inside, curling it against yours as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed you against him. You moaned as you felt his cock hardening against your abdomen, your pussy throbbing with need as he ground himself into you.

He started to sink to his knees and you followed him, your mouth still pressed to his desperately. His hand moved from your waist to dig under your skirt and he let out a growl when he brushed his fingers against your core, pressing them against the soaked silk of your panties.

“Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.” He grumbled, his lips still pressed to yours. “Wanna see if you taste as good as you smell.”

“Oh god, Steve.” You moaned as he hooked his fingers through the side of your panties and ripped them off you, the elastic snapping against your skin and a shove going up your spine as the night air cooled the wetness between your thighs. “Do it.”

He grinned and gave you a quick peck on the lips before he started to move his mouth down your throat. His hand between your legs started rubbing you in big slow circles as he laid you down, putting just enough pressure on you that you were quickly turning into a wriggling mess.

“Hold still, honey.” He ordered, pulling the sleeves of your dress down just enough that your breasts could pop out, your nipples pebbling in the chilly air. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

“Fuck.” You moaned as he dragged his tongue over your nipple in a heavy stripe before flicking it softly. Your hands dug in his hair as he sucked and licked at it, just barely brushing it with his teeth until it was raised to an overly sensitive peak before he moved to the other nipple and repeated the process, making you whine.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he pressed a soft kiss to each breast before moving his face between your legs. His hand was making soft wet sounds now as he kept rubbing your sex, and he groaned when he removed it to take a good look at you.

“Fuck if that ain’t the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He murmured as his lips brushed over your inner thigh.

Your cunt was pulsing with need under his gaze, your plump folds swollen and flushed with heat as he watched you clench around nothing. Everything between your legs was coated in a thick layer of your arousal, and he bit his lip as he watched even more leak out of you.

“I bet I could make you cum with almost nothing, sweetheart.” He teased as he nipped at the soft skin of your inner thighs, inching closer to your pussy before moving away again.

“Steve, please!” You whined, trying to arch your back into his face as you tugged on his hair.

He just grinned before pressing his tongue over your pussy and swirling it through your folds. He had to press his palms down on your hips to keep your body from curling back on itself as he ran his tongue over your sex, lapping at your pussy like his was the first meal he’d had in weeks.

“God you taste so good.” He murmured as he gazed at you through his lashes. “Like fucking peaches.”

You sobbed as he thrust his tongue inside you at the same time his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, making you come immediately. He curled his tongue inside you as your release flowed into his mouth, moaning into your pussy as you spasmed against his face.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you came down, your muscles still twitching randomly as aftershocks shook through your abdomen. He grinned as he sat up over you, undoing his tie before moving to take off his belt as you writhed underneath his gaze. Your brain finally reset and you sat up between Steve’s legs, nuzzling yourself into his neck as you worked to unbutton his shirt.

“You back, honey?” He chuckled as you ran your teeth over his collarbone, dipping your hands under his shirt to press against his chest. “I was a little worried.”

“You’ll find I’m extremely resilient, Steve.” You murmured before sinking your teeth into his pec as you started to undo his fly.

“Shit, good to know.” He groaned as you drew his cock out of his pants and gave it a squeeze.

He gripped your chin and drew your face up to his, raising you up to your knees as he gave you a soft kiss. You moved his cock in your hand to line him up with your entrance, teasing his tip against your folds. Steve wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you a bit higher before slowly drawing you down onto his length.

You let out a thin keen as he stretched you open, relishing the sting as your cunt fluttered around him, adjusting to his girth. He rested his forehead against yours as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He muttered against your lips before moving to bury his face in your shoulder. “So tight and warm and soft.”

You gripped the hair at the base of his neck tightly as his hips started moving faster, slapping against yours. You felt yourself clench around him as he ground against your clit, making you gasp.

“Shit, Steve! Right there!”

“Jesus, already?” He murmured, running his lips over your throat.

“Just... fuck, you’re so big, Steve. Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

He hooked a hand under your ass to keep you from collapsing as your entire body arched violently, almost bending backwards on itself as you swallowed a scream. Your cunt fluttered and spasmed around him as he lifted you to wrap around him, his breath hot against your neck.

“Holy shit honey.” He muttered as he pulled you down against him, making you whimper. “You ok?”

“I’m great. Don’t you fucking stop.” You said, tilting his head back so you could press your mouth to his.

He grinned against your lips as he fucked his hips up into you, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his cock dragged over every inch of you, nudging against your cervix and making your breath hitch.

“Right there?” He asked as you dug your nails into his scalp and bit at his lips.

“Fuck, oh goddamn it, Steve.”

You shrieked into his mouth as you came apart, your muscles seizing as your pussy strangled his cock. His hips stuttered and you were suddenly flooded with warmth, his spend sitting into you and coating your canal in thick white ropes. He sat back on his heels and pulled out of you, and you shuddered as your release squirted all over the front of his pants.

“Shit, did you just squirt honey?” He asked, giving you an appreciative glance as he started to tuck himself back in and button his shirt up.

“I think so. Fuck, that’s never happened before.” You said with a shrug.

“Well, damn baby.” He said as he stood up, offering you a hand to help you to your feet.

“Shit, we’ve gotta go back in there.” You said, running your hand over your face. “Oh my god, Stark is going to kill us. Hold on and give me a second to think.”

Steve just leaned back on the railing and gave a satisfied smile as he watched you pace back and forth, wringing your hands.

“Ok I think I’ve got it, just one second.”

You went to the door and opened it a crack, popping your head through, jumping when you found Thor leaning against the wall right there.

“Hey, Thor. What’s up buddy?”

“Just keeping the other guests from wandering out and seeing you and the Captain humping like rabbits.”

“Appreciate it. We need a distraction though, cuz we’re both a little messy, and I don’t really feel like explaining that to everyone.”

“Got it, what if I blow out the lights in that chandelier?”

“I think that’ll probably work.” You said, giving him a nod before turning back to Steve. “Alright Rogers, we’re making a run for the elevator. Thor, blow it.”

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[jeonqqin]

man up. [m] | pt. 2

h. jisung x reader | netflix teen rom-com au

— ❝Even with classes, annoying brothers, and an unrequited crush, you still figured your first year of college was going pretty well. Until you managed to get your first boyfriend, and suddenly your brother and his stupidly attractive best friend were attached to your hip for the whole damn ride.

or alternatively;

Why did Jisung care about you so much, and had his eyes always been that pretty?❞

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

CONTAINS: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com au, sorta crack fic, love triangle au, college au

WARNINGS: nopee, well ji looking at readers butt?

A/N: are u team Chan or team Han?

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CHAPTERS:  01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 +

blog masterlist | ⟲ fic song

© jeonqqin 2020

After your afternoon class with Jisung, he quickly noted that you were absent for the rest of the day.

Sure, you didn’t have any other classes, but normally you would be hunkered down in the library with your nose stuffed in some sort of book, or wandering around campus with Felix at your heels. You were either cramming due to your procrastination or roaming around procrastinating. Jisung also knew you weren’t a fan of staying in your small dorm room since your roommate loved flaunting the fact that she had a boyfriend and how she wasn’t shy about anyone witnessing their ‘acts of love’.

So he really had no idea where you were, and it bugged him a little more than he would like to admit.

But outwardly, he didn’t want to show just how worried he was. You were his best friend’s sister, it wasn’t his job to make a fuss about something so trivial. It would be weird if he went looking for you… but if Minho just so happened to get word of his little sister’s sudden disappearance, Jisung would have to help his dear friend search for you.

It was only common courtesy.

“Minho, I think Y/n was kidnapped.”

“You WHAT?!”

Okay, starting the phone call with that probably wasn’t the best choice, but what other choice did he have. Jisung was an impatient guy.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened.” He replied casually, already able to hear the panic on Minho’s end of the call. “She was here and then she wasn’t.”

Not only was he impatient, he was a(n idiot) songwriter; his words articulate and poetic.

Minho was silent for a second before cutting back for the call.

“I texted Changbin and he said she just ran off.”

Jisung frowned. “Do they know where she went?”

“Apparently to beat some sense into me.”

The two friends knew then where you were and a rush of panic filled their chests all at the same time.

“Fuck—”

“—Chan.”

Jisung nearly dropped his phone in the process of hanging up, immediately taking off towards the familiar apartment.

His worst nightmare was coming true—Chan was an unknown in Jisung’s mind. He was handsome, charismatic, and an older guy, so it was realistic to imagine you falling head-over-heels if you were to ever meet him. Unfortunately, it seemed like fate wasn’t in his favor and he was in deep shit if you were really at the apartment alone with Chan.

Alone with Chan.

He shivered at the thought.

The only brightside to the ordeal was that Minho was also aware of the dangerous situation. Out of everyone, he would be the only one to prevent any feelings from sprouting between you. Jisung counted on Minho every time and he never once failed to preform.

Dear god, he hoped he didn’t decide to stop now.

Arriving at the complex, he almost rammed full speed into Minho, who was also going as fast as his legs could take him. They only shared one glance before trampling over their feet to get up the stairs, no doubt bothering the neighbors along their way.

Minho was the one to swing the door open, his head on a swivel as he walked in. He was ready to break up any inappropriate business with as much force necessary—he didn’t care if Chan’s bicep was twice the size of his head, he had leg power on his side. And if he saw your tongue anywhere near Chan’s, Minho was going to be swinging.

“Chan?”

“Y/n?”

Thud.

There was a crash behind the closed door of the office, and both heads perked up at the sound.

Minho hurried forward, arm outstretched to grab the door, “No. No no no—”

Jisung never wanted in his life to see you involved with someone else. With your pretty eyes hooded and shining with desire, and your chest heaving heavily against the tight fabric of your blouse. It had been difficult enough to watch you fill out and grow into an attractive woman, he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that you were old enough to meet other guys and moan their names.

He certainly didn’t want to hear you moan Chan’s name—of all people, why Chan?

“Shit, Chan—”

Jisung felt his face heat up as Minho pushed the door open, ready to pull his friend away to avoid the scene on the other side.

“—get your head away from my ass! The power strip isn’t even near there you prick!”

“Hey,” Chan defended with a laugh. “In my defense, all you said was it was over here somewhere. How do I know that somewhere isn’t next to your ass?”

The position that the two of you were in was compromising—though not in the way that Jisung had originally expected. It caused the two newcomers to freeze, their brains struggling to really understand what was happening.

The two of you were surrounded by thousands of cables and wires, black foam scattered across the floor as well. You were on your hands and knees, the only visible part of you was your bottom half with your head tucked underneath Chan’s mixing table doing who knows what. As for Chan, he was crawling around same as you, on his hands and knees with an extension cord wrapped around his shoulders.

“Uhm…” Minho gaped, eyes unable to focus on one part of the scene.

Jisung had no trouble at all, his eyes locked solidly on your raised ass.

You turned your head to look over your shoulder, eyes locking with Jisung’s and immediately widening. You couldn’t be in a worse situation—fucking hell.

In your haste to get out from under the table, you slammed the top of your head against one of the sturdy table legs and winced as Chan cracked up from your side.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class—Jesus, ow…” You asked, your hand moving up to rub the forming bump.

“What’s going on?” Minho asked, his eyebrows brushing his bangs.

“Y/n wanted some help with her stats class and I needed someone to help me upturn this room and make it into a recording room.” Chan snorted at your little dramatic groans, completely unfazed by the growing frustration on Minho’s face.

But before Minho could say anything to Chan’s statement, Jisung stepped in.

His lips twisted sourly, “I thought Seungmin was going to help you with your stats stuff?”

You shook your head with a huff. “I will not subject myself to that kind of torture and I refuse to let anyone convince me otherwise.”

“Well you could’ve asked me.”

Defeated and jealous; Jisung could no longer hide it.

The two older boys could see it clearly in the way he looked at you with big sad eyes, though neither of them said anything. Chan’s brows furrowed in thought, it looked like you had someone else infatuated with you.

You laughed. “Uh-huh, because you’re the resident genius here. Jisung, you dropped two of your classes last semester because both professors were minutes away from giving you an administrative failure.”

“Yeah, yeah. Jisung’s head is full of rocks—” Minho dismissed, unsympathetic towards the scandalized boy next to him. “Why the hell are you turning my storage room into a junkyard?”

Chan finally stood, pulling the cord from his neck and throwing it to the side in favor of helping you up.

“It was already a junkyard, bundle-boy.” You said, voice clipped and annoyed. Who wouldn’t be after smashing their head against a solid piece of metal? “We were renovating.”

“Like hell you were. I thought I said no to the recording room?”

Minho’s rage was just about completely directed towards Chan, but to your surprise, the guy gave minimal to no reaction. His face stayed indifferent, wide shoulders relaxed and eyes set.

You’ll be dammed, the fucker wasn’t scared.

Chan wasn’t afraid of your brother.

There was someone on the planet who didn’t go running when Minho looked at them funny, and he was standing right next to you in his beautiful sleeveless glory. If you weren’t currently suffering from a possible concussion you would be dropping to one knee and popping the question then and there.

“Oh, so what you said earlier was a no?” Chan (very unconvincingly) feigned innocence. “Sorry, the phone connection must’ve been bad.”

“I was yelling to you from the other room.”

“These walls are very thick, Minho. It’s your apartment, you should know that.”

“Do you want to be homeless?”

“Define; home.”

That was it, he was your one true love.

As Minho began to cross his arms over his chest, squaring up to Chan with the glare of a certifiable killer, you slid out of the way to avoid the oncoming fist fight.

Or explosion, whichever route Minho decided to take.

But then the unthinkable happened—Minho sighed, dropping his arms to his sides and turning towards you.

Both you and Jisung stood speechless, because you just witnessed someone give Minho an attitude and not get beat down afterwards. Hyunjin had once attempted the same thing and had been chased around the quad for a good forty minutes until the taller man had gotten tired and your brother had become uninterested.

Felix told you that they were both reemed during dance practice that night for being too tired to execute their choreography.

Minho shook his head, “You and Changbin were probably going to convince me anyway. Might as well save the wasted time and get it done now.”

Either your brother had a fat crush on Chan, or the Lee Minho was afraid of someone.

You knew Chan was older than him, but someone had to have some sort of super power to keep Minho from kicking their shins and shoving a knee in their face.

“What is happening…?” Jisung wondered, eyes wide and mouth open.

Chan smiled, striding over to clap Jisung on the shoulder, making the shorter boy jump in surprise.

“Good news. We’re getting a recording studio.”

And you would like to get married to one Bang Chan please.

You joined Chan’s side.

“Now you can finish that song you were working on.” You said, nudging Jisung’s shoulder.

He was just going to ignore the sudden wave of excitement at the fact that you remembered that he was working on a song.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jisung laughed tensely. “Looks like I’ll be around more often.”

“Yeah, definitely…”

You nodded absentmindedly, eyes locked on the exposed skin of Chan’s arms. Chan himself didn’t acknowledge your stare, but couldn’t help the smug smile that slid onto his face.

Jisung watched the exchange and groaned, looking over to glare at Minho for failing him the only time it truly would end badly for him. Because of course Minho had to be soft for Chan and of course Chan had to be moving in.

Why couldn’t Chan just be ugly?

“Okay,” Chan sighed, placing all the wires he held into a pile on the floor. Suddenly, he turned to you, “You held up your end of the bargain. Let’s work on some stats, huh?”

Your eyes widened for a second, caught in headlights.

“Oh,” was your smart reply. “But we didn’t get to finish?”

Chan waved it off. “The only reason we tried to get it all done was to make sure Minho couldn’t say no. Now that he’s accepted it, we don’t have to rush.”

As much as it bothered him not to finish a project.

You laughed at the little punch Minho threw at Chan’s shoulder on his way out of the room, mumbling something about “going to bed before Changbin comes home to beg for food”. He also made sure to pinch your cheek before leaving.

After swatting at Minho’s hand, you grinned.

“Okay, well… Let’s figure out how we’re going to do this.”

Chan mimicked your smile with a nod.

No way, Jisung thought as you followed his older friend out into the living room, no fucking way.

You just left him without an acknowledging glance his way, and all of a sudden he had a really terrible feeling about leaving you and Chan alone together. Anything could happen—kissing, fucking, god forbid you talk to him. You could become closer and gain feelings for the guy, which would not be a hard task considering Chan was basically the human embodiment of the sun and every damn person seemed to be pulled into his orbit after the first meeting.

Dammit, it was even difficult for Jisung to be mad at him. The guy was too lovable.

Cursing under his breath, Jisung all but ran into the living room to prevent any and all touching or deep talks, because heaven knew how much Chan talked about deep shit.

Ew, he sounded like Minho.

“You don’t have any notes at all?” Chan asked, eyebrows raised. “What do you even do in there?”

You let out a sigh.

“Stats is where I usually do my biology work.”

“Then what do you do in biology?” He questioned bluntly, his eyes skimming all the lost files on your computer that you had given up on ages ago.

“That’s where I write all my essays. The teacher—”

“—never stands up from his chair.”

With wide eyes, you laughed in surprise. Your mouth formed many words but nothing stumbled out, perhaps for a good reason because what you had in your head wasn’t very coherent on its own.

So you just pointed at the snickering Chan, “You…?”

His head shook and your mood dropped.

“I don’t do work for other classes,” he corrected, the mischievous smile slowly sliding onto his lips giving you a little hope back. “I actually produced a whole song in that class.”

Was Jisung dreaming or were you looking at Chan with those big bewildered eyes? Was that what was happening right in front of him? Could he be seeing things?

For once he really hoped he was going insane.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one that slacked off in that class!” You chirped, bouncing a little in your seat.

“And I still got a one-hundred on my exam.” He told you pointedly before passing on the laptop and leaning back on the couch.

Normally, smugness wouldn’t have been attractive to you but on Chan it was something else. His eyes lit up in a way that was almost pretty.

There was a pull towards him as he just sat there and looked at you. It was something that set you on edge in the same way it put you at ease, he just had such a conflicting presence and you really didn’t know how to process it. So your body pushed you forward on it’s own, and with no complaints from him, you felt your hand come to rest on his knee—

But out of the fucking blue, Jisung was throwing himself between you two, his thinner body fitting snuggly in the unfilled space. You sputtered and Chan nearly yelped, holding his hand to his chest to placate his thudding heart.

“Jisung—what the fuck?”

“Did you just jump over the back of the couch?” Chan frowned looking over his shoulder to really determine the path Jisung took to get there.

Jisung smiled obnoxiously, “I just figured I’d help you guys out. Considering I’m also in that class.” He wiggles a little more to separate the two of you even more. “And three brains are better than two.”

“Not when yours is nonexistent.” You quipped, feeling your lips pull into a pout at the intruder.

“Ah, how I love your humor.”

Jisung poked your nose with a tight lipped smile.

Sending Chan a look of apology, he shrugged, falling back further into the couch.

“Sure, why not?” Was his response, shoulders lifting up and falling back down with a huff. “Let me help you set up some proper notes.”

Jisung brought his hands together once to create a near deafening sound that had you even more irritable. His happy-go-lucky mood wasn’t funny when you were on the receiving end of the annoyance.

One nice thing—you couldn’t have one single nice thing ever.

Between your brother and his dumb best friend (that you may or may not have sorta feelings for) you couldn’t do anything. Your prime years were being wasted on sucky romance movies with Felix and Hyunjin and cat fights with Jisung. You couldn’t afford such bullshit for much longer.

“You know I love you, Y/n.”

“Stuff your love up your ass.”

The rest of the week passed by smoothly with minimal conflict on your end and grades that didn’t have you contemplating slamming your face into a wall. On weekends you usually spent most of your time at Minho’s apartment while Changbin dicked around at the gym and your brother slept for the forty-eight hours that he had to himself. You could watch movies and finish your homework with no distractions.

That was until Chan decided to move in and steal your attention every moment he could. You were even starting to suspect that he was doing it on purpose after the time he walked out of the bathroom in only a bath towel and responded with a “oh, I didn’t notice you there”.

You also concluded that Felix was a snitch and no longer deserved your friendship, because once you shared with him your encounter with Chan, everyone in your group of friends was wired in to everything that concerned you and Chan.

Especially Jisung. Which eventually caused—

“Jisung why the hell are you following me?”

The boy in question didn’t bother to acknowledge you, instead he simply continued to walk at your side, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and hair just a little messier than usual, “What do you mean? This is how I get to my next class.”

You snorted. “Last time I checked, you had dropped your two-thirty class. And even then, it was on the other side of the building.”

Jisung couldn’t help but roll his pretty brown eyes.

“Stalker…”

“Says the guy who’s been up my ass all day.” You chirped, taking pride in the way he glared at you.

Jisung threw his hands up in frustration. He knew what he was doing was out of character, sure. But did he want to be called out on it?

“Can I not hang out with you? God, Y/n. We’ve known each other for years, I’d think you’d get used to me being around.”

You merely shook your head with a laugh, continuing forward.

“You’re really something else.”

He snorted, “So you’re being an adult now?”

“When am I not the adult when I’m with you? There’s no room for stupid energy with you around.” You replied cheekily

“Well I’m sorry for hogging all the ‘stupid energy’, damn…”

The way that Jisung held up the air quotes for “stupid energy” had your cheeks aching from how hard you smiled.

“Well, I’m going to lunch with Felix and Hyunjin right now. So unless you want to be subjected to their combined stupidity, I would suggest you go back to your dorm.” You sent him a small smile over your shoulder, just barely missing the way he tripped over his feet because of it.

Felix had called you in a rush right as you were getting out of your last class of the day and asked you to come eat lunch with him and Hyunjin. It was a one sided conversation that lasted almost ten seconds but you figured you had no other choice but to comply. Whatever reason he had for being in such a hurry was enough for you to listen.

“But you can come if you want, Sungie. I’m sure they won’t mind.”

Sungie.

It had been a while since you last called him that nickname—possibly way back when you were in primary school. It sent chills down his spine to hear you call him that again.

Jisung caught up to you easily, slinging his arm around your shoulders just as he used to when you began calling him Sungie. Over the years it had started to put a strain on him since he found it hard to differentiate what was friendly and what was too friendly. He had a girlfriend after all, and there were only so many things he could do with other girls that was acceptable.

But of course you were just Y/n. The little sister that bothered them all day and called him Sungie.

He didn’t have to feel embarrassed to hug you or tease you or hide his insecurities behind stupid pick up lines. Now matter how much it made his heart pound in his chest, you were still Minho’s baby sister—you were Jisung’s baby sister.

“I’d like that, my dear.” Jisung said, stuffing his free hand into his pocket and pulling you closer.

So close that it almost felt domestic.

Y’know, as domestic as it could get with someone who was like a little sister to him. He had a beautiful girlfriend too, so the domestication was more like a… family comfort and less like how it would feel if you were married and he was allowed to hold you as close as he wanted—

“Ah, you’re warm,” you hummed, making a small fuss of tucking yourself further into his hold. “It always looks like it’s going to be nice outside, but it seems like the weather changes its mind just as much as Hyunjin.”

You didn’t notice but Jisung was completely lost to everything you said after “you’re warm”. He just continued to hum and nod as if his brain wasn’t completely fried.

Jisung was in the midst of a mental breakdown when you somehow managed to lead him to the small restaurant right outside of the university. It was a popular place since it was so close and dolled out cheap food in a matter of seconds, which definitely appealed to its main demographic.

You spotted Felix’s head of purple hair immediately, a bright smile etched onto his face as he spoke animatedly to the waiter standing at the ready. The boy was cute, black hair and pretty dimples that made him appear younger. He also looked friendly with Felix with how he spoke with a wide smile that showed his perfect teeth.

You approached the table, shrugging Jisung’s arm off of you and ignoring his whine in protest.

“I made it,” you announced, gaining the attention of your friends—

And fuck.

You met eyes with Seungmin sitting in the seat beside Felix, and felt your shoulders slump as he flashed you a smirk.

“Glad you could come, Y/n.” Seungmin all but sang at your visible distress.

But Felix had a hold on your arm before you could respond with attitude, tugging you dangerously close to the waiter at your side.

“Y/n, this is Jeongin—” Felix gestured towards the boy who lifted his hand to wave. “He’s a school friend of Hyunjin’s.”

“It’s my last year.” Jeongin added with a shy laugh.

Peeling your eyes away from Seungmin, you got a good look at the boy in front of you. The unexpected cuteness both startled you and made your stomach flip. You really had to withhold from squealing and pinching his cheeks. He was so cute.

You smiled genuinely, “It’s nice to meet you, Jeonginnie.”

A small wave of red covered his ears at the sudden nickname, his long eyelashes fluttering in surprise.

Jisung just about combusted in his spot. He was getting pretty sick and tired of keeping tabs on all the boys you managed to hook around your finger, it was starting to get out of hand. Okay, maybe he was the stalker.

In a bout of frustration, Jisung grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, sliding into the booth beside Hyunjin and tugging you after him. You made a noise of surprise as your ass connected harshly with the cracked red cushion of the booth, sending Jisung a glare.

Though, he kept his eyes on the table, avoiding the amused looks on everyone’s faces, even going as far as swatting away Hyunjin’s poking fingers. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t bring himself to release your hand from his.

Jisung’s palm was sweaty in your hold, but strangely enough it was something that you didn’t mind.

Jeongin looked between you and Jisung for a moment before quickly coming to some sort of realization that only Felix seemed to understand. His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and a small smirk was suddenly on his lips as he asked what drink you would like.

Whatever that was about, you didn’t like it.

“I’ll just have a water.” You answered skeptically, finally managing to pull your fingers free of Jisung’s grip.

“Water for me too.”

Jeongin didn’t bother to write down your orders, instead he just nodded and left with that same goofy smile on his face.

Why did your friends have to corrupt the poor kid?

You sent a glare towards Felix, ready to grill him about what the hell just happened but his eyes were on something else above your head, his lips forming into the same smirk that Jeongin had on. Whatever what’s either above you or behind you was either a stupid compilation video of League of Legend funny moments or your next victim.

“Care for one more?” Came from behind you.

And both your and Jisung’s heads swiveled around at a dangerous speed to see the beautiful image of Chan, and damn was he beautiful. He was dressed for the weather, arms now covered in a long black sweater that hugged every one of his muscles so so nicely, and instead of sweatpants, he was wearing jeans. You could definitely tell the difference between a casual day around the house and one where he was going to be seen out in public—was that makeup?

And Jisung frowned. It had been going so well.

It was his turn to send Felix a glare.

The purple haired boy mouthed something along the lines of “girlfriend”, but Jisung couldn’t (could) really make it out.

“Sit down.” You managed to choke out, motioning toward the table.

“Hey!” Felix greeted, standing up to fully embrace Chan in a hug.

You were floored.

“You know each other?”

Felix’s eyes flickered towards you, “We both grew up in Sydney.”

And you thought your eyes were going to pop out of your skull.

“You’re Australian?” You gaped, watching Chan as if he had sprouted a new head.

He then proceeded to spout off some heavily accented words that you could barely make sense of, and you could feel your heart practically flutter in your chest. After meeting Felix, you never thought you’d ever find an Australian accident sexy as hell—but Chan’s was, in fact, very sexy as hell.

“Wow,” Hyunjin whistled. “What does it take for one to become Australian, because fuck.”

You didn’t think you would ever agree with Hyunjin so much in your life.

Chan snorted. “I think you have to be born in Australia unfortunately.”

“Or you know,” Felix tossed sarcastically. “Live there.”

“Damn. Always the catch.”

You sighed, almost going as far as face-palming yourself and/or slamming your forehead against the table.

Instead you just sent Chan an embarrassed smile. “You can sit down if you aren’t planning on running away.”

“Thanks.” He laughed.

Unfortunately for you, there were already three people in your booth and he wouldn’t be able to fit beside you.

Fortunately for Jisung, there were already three people in your booth and Chan wouldn’t be able to fit beside you.

But when Chan began to slide in the seat next to Felix, Hyunjin suddenly jumped with a yelp, glaring at the suspicious looking Felix in front of him. The two had a very strange conversation with their eyes before Hyunjin was huffing a sigh and maneuvering himself to slip under the booth and (clumsily, you may add) pop out on the other side of Seungmin, ignoring the spectacled boys' complaints as he sends Chan a smile.

Stupid plotting assholes.

“Just wanted to sit next to my… uh—”

“Boyfriend?” You supplied, blinking at him dully.

“Yeah, my boy—hey, fuck you!”

“Sorry, were you waiting to tell people?”

He took the liberty to be the kicker instead of the kickee and sent his foot into your ankle, making you hiss with a glare.

Felix nudged Chan’s hip to direct him into the spot beside you, his mouth open in a wide smile as you are further squished between both Jisung and Chan. With one boy being very broad and the other being very clingy, you barely had any room at all.

“Y/n, you look a little cramped, why don’t you scoot over here a little more—?”

“Jisung, if I get any closer to you, I would be on top of you.”

Hey, he wasn’t completely opposed to that plan.

Jisung certainly would rather have you on his lap than Chan’s. He couldn’t even think about that without grasping for your hand again, though you were too fast and managed to wiggle out of his grip.

“Yeah, Y/n. Why don’t you just scoot over?” Hyunjin sang, his mouth curled up in a coy little smirk that he always had carved onto his face.

“You scheming little—”

But your words were cut off by the clearing of a throat.

Seungmin leaned over the table, and the way his sleeves were rolled to his forearms was suddenly very noticeable. He looked at you with the intention to kill, and had he not been a prudish reincarnation of the devil, you would’ve thought he looked hot as fuck.

“Do you want me to retell the little incident that took place at last year’s Christmas party?”

A collective gasp went around the table, Chan being the only one who was absolutely clueless.

Felix whispered something under his breath about how “that was sworn to secrecy”, and Hyunjin’s wide eyes stuck to the side of Seungmin’s face like glue.

Even Jisung broke out of his jealous stupor to gulp.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would.”

That was the true form of Kim Seungmin. 

“What? Do dinners like this happen all the time?” Chan asked. “Do you ever actually eat?”

As if on queue, Jeongin stepped up to the table, notepad in hand and wide eyes sparkling. “Are you guys ready to order—?”

But Felix was dragging the boy down to his height, whispering something quickly into his ear, causing his eyes to widen. After enlarging, his gaze flickered back and forth between you, Jisung and Chan. 

“I… will give you guys a few more minutes.”

Jeongin scurried off and you wanted to kill everyone at the table. 

“Well, I’m going to answer my own question here and say no. There will be no eating food today.” Chan hummed, tossing his menu onto the table similarly to a petulant child. 

You huffed. What did you ever do to deserve any of this?

With both boys at either side of you, it seemed to create a visual representation of the conflict in your mind. And Seungmin looked like he was ready to pass out with how hard he was trying to hold in his laughter as Felix and Hyunjin simply smiled your way. 

To say that the two boys were completely clueless, would’ve been an understatement—

With Chan too busy thinking about all the food he wouldn’t be eating and Jisung preoccupied trying to grab ahold of your hand, they didn’t once notice the way that the three little devils stared holes into their heads. 

“I literally can’t stand any of you.”

[windschildfanfictionwriter]

Two of my favorite scenes from the Harry Potter books were from Goblet of Fire [odd since I wasn't fond of the book as a whole].

-Ron being frustrated and upset when he found out the money was fake and that he hadn't actually paid Harry back.

-When Ron got into an argument with Harry.

I loved it. I ADORED it.

I hadn't realized it at the time in reading these scenes, of course, I was too busy empathizing with Ron. At the time of reading this book I'd had a grown man steal money I'd worked an entire summer for so he could buy himself beer and cigarettes'. I'd been 12? at the time. And I'd taught myself how to sew and had made purses and diaper holders and bags and pillows. All in all the man stole about $140 dollars from me.

They were friends of my mother living in our house. And my mother [a coward of a woman- I still love her, but our relationship is strained] she did nothing. She did not call them out. She did not kick them out. She did not make them pay me back. She did not pay me back.

When Ron's money disappeared I was furious on his behalf. I was angry. I closed the book and paced around my room. It didn't matter that the circumstances were different. That Ron hadn't worked for the money. It was the fact that I understood being poor and always doing the right thing and NOT BEING ALLOWED TO BE UPSET about it.

Ron being upset made me feel validated. No on in real life acknowledged my hurt. No one in real life treated what happened as if it was wrong.

And then I picked the book back up and there was a complete lack of understanding by anyone around Ron.

It was such a small moment. Meaningless to most. It was less than a couple paragraphs. Harry didn't get it. It wasn't relevant to him. He dismissed it because like a good friend, he didn't CARE if Ron paid him back.

And good on Harry.

I LIKE that. I think its great how Harry did not feel as if Ron owed him anything. I approve.

But that doesn't stop the fact that I FELT Ron's emotions in that moment. Up until that point in the books Ron was my favorite character. I GOT him. I understood his views on things. But it was THIS moment in the books- the timing, the situation, where I think that there was this CONNECTION.

It has been YEARS since I read that scene, if we're being honest, but its the one where I remember everything in it perfectly still. Its the one where if ANYONE gives Ron shit about it, my hackles immediately rise.

Because its the scene where it feels like Ron and I looked each other in the eye and UNDERSTOOD each other. Its' the scene where Ron became more than my favorite character and became a good friend who understood me. Nowadays I understand the psychology behind it. That its human nature that we connect with characters that aren't' real because they are real to us.

It was like I was told that I DID have a right to be angry. That my feelings on the matter were validated even if no one else would acknowledge it- because Ron Weasley had validated those feelings just because he FELT them.

So that scene has become one of my favorites.

The second scene, of course, is when Ron stood up for himself and his feelings. The argument with Harry about the goblet of fire.

It didn't matter that I knew Harry was innocent. Because for me, it was obvious, Ron thought Harry had lied to him and had left him out.

As someone whose feelings were CONSTANTLY being invalidated at the time, I was 100% on Ron's side. Ron didn't know the truth. All he could do was look at the evidence... that he and Harry had just been talking about how if they could enter, they would, and that they would do it TOGETHER.

Its not REASONABLE for a kid to assume that a Death Eater disguised as their teacher would force Harry's name into the cup. To Ron this is a tournament that he and Harry had EXCITEDLY been talking about entering. Facing challenges. Defeating fellow students.

Its much more reasonable to assume Harry had figured out how to put his name in and did.

To Ron Harry broke a best friend unspoken promise.

And Ron STOOD UP for himself. Ron standing up for himself despite people being mad at him for it, gave me the strength to stand up for myself. That scene was a big, 'Hey, I know I'm the nice person and that I'm always supposed to support you and be kind even at my own expense and emotions' BUT I've had enough.

I matter too.

My feelings matter too.

You can't just... disregard me all the time and expect me to not get upset.

Ron STOOD UP for himself.

It was amazing. It was great. I I LOVED it.

The resolution, not so much, the resolution is the first in a long string of narrative choices to have Ron be the only person to apologize going forward and having people act as if Ron was the only one in the wrong. THAT pisses me off. Because Harry wasn't lying, but Harry also threw an object at Ron when he came down to ask if Harry was alright.

I loved that Ron wasn't willing to be a sidekick in his own life. That he was willing to do something about it. Be more than what people had forced him to be. He broke out of his box.

His designation.

His label.

And people, readers, fans - were/are pissed about that.

And I can't help but stare at those people and think, that's fucking right, he broke out of the formula you INSIST he needed to stay tucked into.

He's BETTER than what you wanted from him.

And I can be that too. It's because of Ron that I decided a long time ago that I am BETTER than what people want me to be.

People will hate me for it.

They will hate me for destroying that box and those labels. And that's perfectly fine, because that means I'm going in the right direction.

Ron DEFIED people's desires for him to be a neat, complacent, loyal dog whose only will was what the Hero of the story wanted from him.

In the end, it was Ron's defiance that ended up destroying a part of Voldemort's Soul and that dragged Harry and Hermione's depressed asses out of their own dark cycles to beat the Dark Lord and his army.

And that's why even though a lot of the stuff around these scenes pisses me off, I've come to recognize that these two bits are my favorite Ron scenes.

[putas-in-suffering]

Mmmmm, how about a brat tamer with bish, we know that man would gladly mark you up for misbehaving💅🏿

Sucias! We’re steadily working on some hoe ass content for you guys. We’ve got lots of original ideas that we’ve been playing with and we’ve also gone through some old requests in our inbox that hit that inspiration just right. Requests are still closed. But we didn’t think you’d mind if we went ahead and gave you all the smutty goodness. So we got a doozy here for all you Bishop freaks (it us). 

Read on to see just how Bishop gets his brat in line...

You pouted in your seat next to Bishop, impatiently waiting for him to finish his conversation so that you could go. A party was taking place around you. There wasn’t a special occasion. The boys didn't need one. The clubhouse was full of people and while you were normally down to partake in the night’s activities, an incident from earlier had turned your mood sour. 

It was about an hour after you’d arrived. The music was flowing, a cloud of smoke engulfing the room as everyone drank with enthusiasm. You’d stepped away to get a refill for Bishop on his beer when a woman you’d never seen before saddled up next to him. She was obviously new. Being El Presidente’s old lady meant that you’d seen every face that came through this place. Hang arounds and club girls. The ones who knew the rules and abided by them got to stay. The ones who didn’t got thrown out on their ass. It was the way of the MC world.

You had watched as she trailed her long hot pink nails over his arm, her eyes zeroing in on the President’s patch on his leather. She was eager and thirsty for clout. Desperate. And that vibe never lasted long with the men in the clubhouse. It was unattractive and incompatible for the lifestyle they led. A woman had to have her own shit when dealing with a Mayan. Their time was valuable. You couldn’t expect to have him at your every whim. Plus they all liked a little chase. Including your man. You may have been together for awhile, but you kept him on his toes and he loved it. You both got off on it.

Which is why you weren’t surprised to see Bishop brush her off and point her away from him. She’d looked crestfallen and you’d almost felt bad for her. You’d never questioned Bishop’s loyalty. But persistent women made your blood boil. They didn’t have respect for what was so clearly owned by another. There was a hierarchy and you were at the top when it came to the women of the club.

You were ready to let the whole thing go, pleased to see that your boyfriend wasn’t at all interested. But instead, the woman made one last ditch effort by grazing her fingertip over his bearded lips with a pathetic excuse for a seductive smile. 

You saw red.

Bishop yanked at her wrist and barked at the prospect to get the bitch out of there. His eyes had found yours, knowing you’d seen the whole thing. You knew better than to cause a scene. He was handling it. So you stayed rooted to your spot, cold and stoic as EZ hauled her out of the clubhouse.

Bishop came to you immediately and he could see the anger in your eyes. You assured him you were fine, but the party was over for you. He’d insisted you both stay, unwilling to let the moment be ruined.

That was forty-five minutes ago and you were still stewing. You’d tried to entice him into leaving, batting your lashes like you knew he loved. He’d brushed you off. The action made you seethe. Images of how he’d dismissed the bitch before made a sour taste settle onto your tongue. He was not about to ignore you like you were some whore.

You tried again, leaning into his side and whispering into his ear.

“Bishop...let’s go home, baby” You purred, letting your tongue gently caress the shell of his ear.

His brown eyes became dark, his mouth set into a firm line as he looked at you. His hand made its way to your thigh, gripping the flesh harshly.

“I told you. We’ll leave when I’m ready. So shut the fuck up and do as I say, querida.”

An icy chill ran down your spine. You sneered at him, letting him know you heard him but you weren’t at all happy about it. Something had him agitated tonight. And while you were used to dealing with a moody Bishop, you were not cool with being rejected like a random puta.

“Fuck you.”

His face became stone as he registered your words. You were both speaking in low tones, but the tension was obvious. You removed his hand from your thigh and stood, leaning forward to grab the car keys from the pocket of his leather. He didn’t move. He let you do as you pleased as you snatched the keys and walked away from him. You headed for the door, intent on leaving his ass behind.

The summer heat enveloped you as you made your way down the clubhouse steps outside and towards Bishop’s truck. You pressed the button to unlock it, watching as the lights lit up in response. You’d just gotten your hand on the driver’s side door when someone jerked you from behind. You were spun around and pushed against the the vehicle with a brute strength that let you know who it was immediately.

Bishop boxed you in with his arms as he pinned you with a glare. You matched his anger, unwilling to bow down to his dominance this time.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going? Huh?” He rasped as he gripped your chin and forced you to meet his now black eyes.

“Home. Like I said an hour ago.”

“You don’t disrespect me like that. You know better.” He bit back, fingers tightening their hold on your chin.

You winced against the pain and jerked away, pushing his body away from yours.

“I’m not doing this with you right now.”

You went to leave, but once again he stopped you. This time he dragged you by the arm to the back of the truck where the truck bed was open. The tailgate had been left down from unloading cases of beer earlier in the night. He forced you back, making the edge of the tailgate dig into your lower back.

“Is this about earlier? Is that what’s got you so fucking twisted up?”

His breath collided with yours as he loomed over you. He narrowed his eyes and you could see he was trying to read your face, searching for a motive.

“You think I like coming here and seeing some whore rub herself all over you like a bitch in heat? Do you think that’s fun for me, Obispo?”

He looked away, gaze taking in your surroundings to ensure no one was around. They weren’t. You were alone in the muggy night.

“I told you I was sorry. I threw her out. What else did you want me to do, huh?”

His tone softened ever so slightly, but his eyes were no less intense. You may be justified for your anger, but your disobedience wasn’t excused.

“How would you feel if I let one of the guys manhandle me? Let Angel squeeze my ass? Or let the prospect brush up against my chest? Would that be fun for you?”

With every word you spoke you could see the vein in his neck throb. His jaw clenched, his hands now balled into fists at his side. You were walking a very dangerous line. You knew that. But his reaction was giving you the pleasure you‘d been seeking. It was gratifying.

“I’ve seen the way some of them look at me. Maybe I should-,”

Bishop’s hand struck fast as he gripped your throat and applied pressure. It wasn’t enough to cut off your air supply, but it had the desired effect of silencing you.

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled out. He almost sounded more beast than man and your insides warmed at the thought.

Your body reacted to his anger instantly. Your nipples hardened despite the warm air of the evening. Your thighs twitched, your pussy already pulsing with need. The thrill of his anger and aggression made you wet instantly. It wasn't what you’d intended to happen. You’d been seriously upset and frustrated with Bishop. But your body knew him too well. And it was attuned to him by instinct rather than sheer will.

“You’re pushing your luck tonight, princesa.” He warned, his lips edging closer to yours. His free hand roughly cupped you through your jeans, forcing you onto your tiptoes. 

He could clearly see the reaction your body was having to him, and he was manipulating it to his liking. He got off on taming you. Just like you got off on rebelling against him. It was a demented tug of war that neither of you planned on losing. 

“You just love to act up, don’t you?” He crooned against your neck, bearded lips grazing over the sensitive skin. 

You shivered, unconsciously widening your legs for him to better maneuver against you. You pushed your chest out in invitation, daring him to touch you there. 

“I’m not the one who let a disrespectful cunt touch what's mine.” You retorted. The attitude was thick; the bite in your words apparent. 

He leaned back, lips quirked into a smirk at your brazenness. He was amused. And turned on judging by the hard muscle pressed against your stomach. 

“You know better than to doubt me. If I wanted whore pussy I’d have it. But instead, I put up with you.” 

His words and tone were ugly, but his body rubbed sensuously against yours. He thrust his hips into you, his hands now toying with the button on your jeans. 

“So, I’m gonna remind you of that, baby. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my fucking name.”

Your pussy contracted around nothing, so incredibly aroused by his words alone. You remained unmoving as he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, hands pushing the fabric down your legs. He pulled you in for a kiss, but immediately retracted when he felt the sting of your teeth bite at his lip.You smirked when he touched the appendage and a spot of red dotted the surface. 

“Fucking brat...” He cursed as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and nearly collided his face with yours. “Lick it off.” 

You stared at him with disdain, but did as he said. Your tongue licked the spot of blood from his bottom lip. The tang of iron hit your tongue and you savored the taste. 

In an instant you were forced away from him, facing the open bed of the truck. 

“Bend over.” 

You had no choice. His hand pushed you as he tore at your panties and exposed you to the open air. His belt clanged as he released himself from his dark denim confines. His cock rutted against your ass, the flesh seeking out the wet heat of your overflowing pussy. 

“Stick that ass out like I know you can.”

You lowered the upper half of your body, supporting yourself on your arms. The angle allowed your ass to meet his crotch, your glistening lips visible even in the darkness. 

“You talk a lot of shit for someone whose pussy stays wet for me.” He taunted as he rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance. 

You bit your lip to keep the moans at bay, both out of stubbornness and need for privacy. He teased you mercilessly. Dipping shallowly into your depths before retreating. You tried to follow his touch, but he kept you still.

“Say it.”

You knew what he wanted. And although you were fighting for control, it was obvious you were losing. So you gave in.

“Daddy...” 

He plunged into you in the next instance, hips flush with your ass. You attempted to grasp for purchase against the bed of the truck, but it was useless. Bishop’s hips set a punishing rhythm. Your body barely had time to clutch at him before he was pulling out. His grunts were like another set of hands, working you closer to that proverbial edge. 

“Fuck...” He groaned, letting his cock hit deep within you. He stayed still for a moment, feeling the hold your walls had on him. “Your pussy is tight. And just for me. Right, baby?”

“Yes...”

His calloused hands spread your ass, no doubt entranced by the way your body accepted him. He landed a harsh slap to your right cheek, enjoying the way your pussy squeezed him in response. 

“She wants to cum, querida. She knows who she belongs to.” He provoked, a finger sliding down between your bodies to assault your clit. 

The submission came naturally. Your body surrendered to his touch, your mouth unable to form words as the climax that’d been building finally swept over you. You could only squeeze your eyes shut and pray that Bishop held you up because your joints locked, your knees ready to give out at any moment. He fucked you through the chaos, continuing to work your clit as tears stung your eyes. 

“Shit, that feels good.” He praised as your pussy gripped him so tight you were afraid he’d become locked inside of you. His pace began to falter as he fucked you hard enough that the tailgate nearly cut into your skin. And you barely had a chance to come down from your high before he was experiencing his own. 

Warmth coated your insides as he filled you. His fingertips dug into your hips. His chest collapsed against your back. Ragged breaths filled your ear as he struggled to calm his racing heart. 

It felt like hours had passed, but in reality it had only been seconds. Bishop carefully moved off of you, hissing as he eased himself out of your sensitive walls. Despite your exhaustion, you pushed your backside up and out for him to  take in the sight of your overfilled cunt. 

“Jesus, I’ll never get tired of seeing this.” 

He ran a long finger down your slit, smearing the cum that had leaked from within. You jolted at his touch, still too sensitive. He pulled you up and around to face him, tapping your lips with his coated finger. You dutifully opened your mouth, sucking the mixture off of him. The savory sweet taste of you both exploded in your mouth. He caressed your cheek lovingly, the warmth seeping back into his eyes. 

“You know I love you.”

You nodded, too tired to argue anymore. 

“So don’t treat me like I don’t. Okay?”

“Okay.” You acquiesced, bending down to pull your jeans back up your legs. Your panties were torn and discarded nearby. There was no salvaging them. 

Bishop adjusted his own pants, buckling his belt back up as he watched you closely. You let him pull you in for a kiss, your mouths dancing against each other tenderly. 

“Let me tell the guys we’re heading out. And then we can go home.” 

You returned the smile he sent you and nodded, watching as he made his way back inside. You walked to the passenger side and got in. Your eyes caught the glow of the dashboard clock, triggered by the unlocking of the vehicle. It’d only taken you fifteen minutes to convince Bishop to take you home. Of course, he’ll see it as his idea. He’ll think he fucked you incompetent, but you knew better. You weren’t new at this game. If you wanted something, you had to set it in motion. And you’d done just that. 

At the sight of Bishop walking back down the steps, you smiled. He winked at you in return. 

Who says being a brat doesn’t pay off? 

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[bellamygateoldblog]

i will never be over the way this show has continuously tried to frame bellamy and clarke as heroes and good people, or the way the fandom has almost completely embraced and supported that narrative

the amount of times i’ve read “[clarke] saved everyone’s ungrateful asses” makes me seriously consider turning evil. like aren’t y’all bored? don’t you have a different sentence you would like to say for a change?

i want to talk about this but i probably don’t remember a lot of the details of this show so if im forgetting something or get something wrong i apologise, but i never have any desire to rewatch past s2.

clarke isn't even the hero of her own side, she took power of them using the military force of the grounders, someone else’s people, she’s forced them into alliances without their knowledge that weren’t in their best interest (while she literally had no idea what they were even going through because she’d abandoned them after upsetting their entire political structure, and this leader she’s bowing to is responsible for the slaughter of their children, has broken an alliance previously with them, has hung the threat of genocide over their heads, and who isn’t even wanted in power by her own people- dragging skaikru into that conflict, too), she’s sacrificed them and what’s best for them in order to cater to/concentrate on the grounders newest demands or pursue her own personal mission, she’s lied to and patronised them, she’s abandoned them and surrendered them to die while they were under her protection and responsibility, and in Book 2 (and these aren’t her people but in canon she’s their leader anyway apparently despite trying to blow them all up a few days before...) she’s abandoned them again, and is speaking for them without consent or any connection to what’s happening with them again,.........her inner circle/her ‘friends’ have to be extremely careful to remain important to her or on her team or they’ll be sacrificed, harmed or become acceptable losses to whatever her newest goal is too (but hey at least she says she cares about them) all while acting very ‘woe is me’ about the whole crushing weight of responsibility she shouldn’t have.

but she’s the hero, she’s beloved, she’s special, she has relationships that were never built, she and only she saved everyone again and has all the lines telling us so no matter how dishonest those statements are.

like this is where i personally see what you said in your ask most: when it concerns clarke.

bellamy on the other hand...i don’t place him at all on the same level as clarke when it comes to this. clarke has privilege that bellamy just never had as a character. and i think that does probably play into why i like him.

him being a hero to the delinquents/the 48 is completely believable to me. he was the original leader, he got them through a tough time, he chose to put himself on the line for them, and he’s the one who stayed. i also think it’s reasonable that fandom might romanticise him this way because he is one who has been shown to value the one life as well as the many of his people, a guy doing his best and making big mistakes along the way, a mixed complex bag of good and bad, i find him very likable and i love the toxic/pained/vulnerable ones lol but more than anything i find him to be one of the more interesting/entertaining characters on the show (Book 1).

we also see him torment himself with his own mistakes instead of just having other people do it for him/remind him like we see happen with clarke- and we all know fandom loves equating that with a “redemption arc” and as much as i personally dislike seeing pity parties i do like self-awareness and responsibility in characters that goes beyond a 3-second-long puppy dog look or straight dismissal of someone else’s pain, and for the most part bellamy’s expressions of this don’t come across as demanding sympathy from others but from genuine self-loathing and an honesty to himself, internalising the effects of his actions/childhood.

i know i personally prefer The Flawed Protector over The Tortured Saviour nobody asked for (same white male hypocritical moral hero in a woman’s body).

i don’t believe in assigning “hero” to any of them though like that’s the whole entire point of the show lol “there are no good guys.” and i also think a major chunk of fandom/shippers have warped bellamy’s character so much that it isn’t even him anymore, so this man they’re celebrating as a hero/good person isn’t even bellamy sometimes.

all of the genuinely “good” and kind people are dead.

i don't think i'd say bellamy was ever framed as a hero. like he was just never important enough to be, he’s just not put into those positions (despite being the male lead), clarke is. as the protagonist ig. bellamy...he’s the protector/knight of the heroes, but not the actual hero himself (applies to octavia too i think, where she acts and he reacts).

like take mount weather, clarke becomes empowered by her “wanheda” status, bellamy’s (and monty’s) part in that is lost...clarke is “bearing it so they don’t have to” (rme) which simultaneously strips the other boys from claiming the ‘victory’ of saving the 48 while still leaving them with the guilt, like it suits how i see clarke perfectly that she’s the only one to refer to the genocide (and shutting down the CoL, i realised) as “i” while monty and bellamy say “we” and it was clarke’s actions that got them to that point in the first place, but this is one of those times she’s clearly The Protagonist. if that makes sense lol.

bellamy is on the opposite side to clarke in s3 and s7 and he needs to be moved to her side in order to be on the ‘right’ one. now i don’t agree with that one bit mind you (when it comes to s3, idc about s7 lol) and i didnt see it that way but imo that’s how the show wrote it, to the point he was either demonized endlessly by fandom or woobified in a way that denied him his own agency. during s5 i don’t i think anyone was framed in a good light. i can see this applying in s6, though- where he was his absolute worst self yet, betraying his own development, failing at every point to “do better” despite claiming it, but still was given that reasurring line that they did better and saved people and was in that “heroic” position i guess? but is that because he was back to being clarke’s “good little knight” tho? (but do we claim s6??? do we really??? do we claim it ladies???)

s6 was 100% dedicated to making clarke look good/like a 'good' or sympathetic person. the bodysnatching plot (and the s6 sheidheda plot because if it was supposed to be about bellamy and address his s5 actions he would’ve been present to experience/observe those consiquences himself but he wasn’t lmaoooo. instead it was to tell the audience ‘actually clarke was right last season and here’s another reason to feel bad for her and how those ungrateful bitches were treating her’) has no other purpose for existing. clarke's character has consistently been elevated at the expense of everyone else's. but im not sure the writing did a very good job convincing me she was a good person if it was trying to do that LMAO like my interpretation of her is so fitted to canon, and no amount of throwaway lines telling me how good she is did anything to change what i saw yk? and in s6, combined with being patronised by the writers, i found her to be at some of her most obnoxious.

i don’t agree with placing bellamy and clarke in the same boat tbh. like they just come from completely different places and come across differently, especially in the way they interact with other characters.

in my experience this fandom (on tumblr) is extremely skewed in favour of clarke, like ive never seen a fandom so obsessed with their protagonist. there’s A LOT of clarke stans who stan her for being one of those “deserves better :(” characters, selfless and heroic, and support that view that she’s the superior character, entitled to other character’s devotion, love and validation yet doesn’t have to reciprocate any of it. the CL/BC ship war was just a bunch of people fighting over clarke, who deserves her more, which character is more toxic to her, which other character would 100% be her bff supportive of that relationship, treating her as a passive whose actions don’t take affect. im not sure how much i blame the writing for that because if so many of us are capable of recieving her character in this way then...why aren’t so many other people? how is there such a massive disconnect between the ways we see her?

and imo a lot of the bellamy love in this fandom comes from shipping him with clarke too rather than being because of who he actually is.

[azenta]

Can you explain more what the reaction formation thing is like?

Reaction formation is that weird ass bitch defense mechanism that makes you react the opposite of how you feel. Very basically described, that's it. But it doesn't tell much on it's own why it acts this way.

Reaction formation happens when what you feel goes againt your beliefs or even values, especially in relation to yourself. Simply put, it's like emotion vs mind. When this happens, your ego is fast to pick up there is a contradiction in what you are feeling and what you believe is right. Your ego's job tho, is to protect your sense of self, and it does so by assuring coherence and logic with what youthink is right and true (core beliefs, fears, etc.). So, for that, it will thus make you act in a way to be coherent with your belief/value, to kinda balance out that wild "incorrect" emotion.

Example: Karen is a woman who always valued children and desired one. She always has been extremely caring and mothering with children or even with her closed one, as being caring is central value for her. If you love your closed one, then you'll care for them no matter what, is what she believes. So come the day where she finally got a child. Proud and happy, she is convinced she'll love her child like no other mother does. But as some may sometimes forget, it's not easy to take care of someone who entirely depends on you and do require you to make some sacrifice. 

It's been 6 months, it's 3 am, wednesday, it's the second week baby John keeps waking up at those impossible hours and won't shut until 4:30 am. Of course, Karen takes care of baby John. She is a good mother, and her husband needs sleep, because he works tomorrow while she doesn't. But Karen is exhausted. She barely have slept since those last couple of weeks, when she usually have a strict sleep schedule since years. It has been totally overthrown since Jonh is born. Actually, Karen feels angry, she is pissed and surprise herself swearing and getting mad at her baby. She wakes up her husband and ask him to take care of the baby or she "will throw him up the fucking wall". Karen's husband is not a selfish manchild retard and willingly offer help (🙃)

Morning comes and Karen is filled up with guilt. How could she, the most loveful mother of the whole planet, could not succeed to take care of her precious child?? How could she even dare think to throw her child on the wall??? This is where Reaction Formation happens. This thought is "Unforgivable" in Karen's view, even tho it totally speaks of how much her limits were crossed and how much she needed rest. The thought was extreme, but so were the urgency of her needs. It was a desperate way for her brain to tell her to STOP. But, Ego had another opinion, and Reaction Formation makes her do the complete goddamn opposite.

The next few days, Karen fully take responsibilty over the child, barely allow her "poor" husband that still works to get burdened with the child's "caprices", and even go as far as losing all remaining of sleep she had. She dedicates herself twice as more as she did. She totally sacrifice herself in other words. Because, "if you love your closed one, you'll care for them, no matter what". This includes her husband. She makes him breakfast, diner and supper, all while dedicating her whole self to the baby. Her husband is concerned and tries many time to offer help, or at the very least, to make the meals for them. But Karen strictly refuses, because she is a caring loving mother and wife. Karen keeps having more and more outburst of emotions and the cycles go downhill. She ends up suffering from depression which lead her to be incapacitated in taking care properly of baby John. Exactly because her beliefs are this much devastating, she ends up fulfilling her fear of being a bad mother ; uncaring for her loved one. 

She totally went against her feelings, even went against all her needs to an harmful extent, but respected what she believed right. This is what Formation Reaction can make someone do. The exact opposite of what they need.

This example is extreme and formation reaction can happen for more minor things or doesn't become always that destructive. But in 1s, 2s and 6s (superego type), this mechanism gets the most destructive, especially 2w1s and 1s overall (because of their overlap). As a fix, they'll also tax you and incline you more to this mechanism.

To make it much more simple, here is the list of the most to least likely to use Reaction Formation, regularly and at great length:

2w1 (image core kills you on sight)

1w2

1w9

2w3 

6w7

9w1

6w5

3w2

3w4

9w8

5w6

5w4

4w3

4w5

7w6

8w9

7w8

8w7

Tho, take this list as approximative, your fixes will make it vary considerably. An 8w7 with a 2w1 6w7 fix will be prone to formation reaction despite having a core that goes against the Formation Reaction principle.

A more minor example could be this: Elsa values harmony and tend to avoid conflict the most possible. She tends to dismiss things that can irritate her since she thinks she should "pick her fights" and so, not get reactive over everything she finds inappropriate. However, what she defines as conflict is more "disagreemets" than actual conflict, so she avoids disagreement the most possible. She believes staying unaffected and neutral is one of the best way to avoid any disagreement and that in general, when her needs cause those disagreement, it's basically wrong, since she should know "better" in how to manage her needs. But, she also highly care about her integrity and would not tolerate anyone disrespecting her. 

Andrew, her friend's roomate, noticed her coming out of her room and found her very beautiful, but he is socially awkward and therefore catcall her while winking clumsily at her as a way to make her know he finds her gorgeous. She gets extremely mad, even disgusted. She decides to remain cold, but make a weird smile at him even if uncomfortable as she doesn't want to make things too "conflicting", and also because "it's wrong to get mad over something so "minor" ", she is someone "calm and wiser than that". Therefore she represses her feelings of anger. She does something totally against her feeling, but that totally fulfill her beliefs.

Some of you can tell me all they want that: "Isn't that normal to dismiss some things like that?"

My answer is: If you dismiss your feelings and act at the opposite of it, like Elsa or Karen, then grats, you use reaction formation my dude. If you feel uncomfortable, you should communicate your discomfort. What matter is *HOW* you share it. The problem is never about "what" need or emotion you share, but rather how and when, because the other person might not be receptive. What tells you use reaction formation is the fact of doing something exactly the opposite of what you need, when you actually felt it. Like, Elsa smiling despite actually feeling uncomfortable. Or Karen needing rest but stubbornly denying it and doing twice as more. Because your beliefs tell you that the way to go is opposite to that feeling of yours.

The solution on the last example could be as simple as to ask Andrew wtf he is trying to do, because she is uneased, even mad by that. It would 1. tell Andrew his message really doesn't went through 2. It would therefore allow Andrew to know this wasn't socially wise and allow him the opportunity (that he might or might not seize) to learn a more appropriate way to communicate his own feelings (so more social skills) 3. And allow Elsa to respect her feelings(/herself) and so, her boundaries, all while remaining calm, without actually picking up a fight. 

Also, one of the insidious consequences of this mechanism is that your feeling is still quite loud and will come back at you even louder, as briefly mentioned in Karen's example. Therefore, it will reinforce the cycle in a negative way, like for Karen making her crash. While for Elsa, it is far less worse and she might draw a line more so in those cases because she also holds a belief about respect. But, Elsa might start thinking men are even more gross instead of actually taking up her space, and Karen that she is a failure for being unable to do anything anymore.

This mechanism is easier to understand when you experimented it, and if your type is low into the list mentioned above, it might still be confusing or eluding you. Tho, know that horrid shit exist and if you know someone with those types, then keep it in mind and validate their feelings and needs. And if you noticed that shit in you, then the key to it is to go against what you believe is right, because if it requires you to go against your needs, then it is FALSE AND WRONG.

Last thing at my @id type, your desires and your needs are two different things, learn the difference because that's why you acting on your """needs""" always end up wrong. Because it was a mere fucking desire.

[imagine-that-one-thing]

Her Majesty. || 7

If You’re A Bird, I’m a Bird.

♔♔♔

I’ve been in and out of sleep for a few hours, my mind is unable to cease thinking about what my mother has said, and I’m still under the weather. I thought I was doing fine but this summer cold is proving to be a pain in my ass. 

I feel Anna’s body move between the sheets and I feel her begin to move with more energy. 

“Anna?” My voice is hoarse while I cock my head to the side to gaze at her. 

She’s still asleep. 

I watch her settle in her sleep and I adjust the sheet over her shoulders before I get comfortable and fall back to dozing in and out of sleep. 

It’s an unexpected gasp, and shift in the bed that alerts me immediately. I open my eyes and notice Anna breathing heavily with her hand gripping the covers. “Hey,” I softly whisper, moving closer as she sits up. “Bad dream?” I question the only logical explanation for her sudden lack of breath and sudden jolts. 

Anastasia nods her head. I caress my hand to her back and rub soothing circles. I’m not quite sure what to do. I’ve never been with her when she has had any sort of bad dream. Whenever I have a bad dream, I usually roll back over and go to sleep, but I can see that she’s quite startled by her dream. “Harry…” Anna begins with a heavy breath, “Where’s Henry?” 

“I don’t know… Would you like me to get you some water?” 

“No… I want you to find Henry.” 

”I can’t, I’m a bodyguard, not a detective. Matthew is handling it. Has he gotten you all worked up again? He won’t find you. He’s harmless.” 

Anastasia shakes her head, “I don’t know about that.” Anastasia grimaces while she sits up a little further and takes in a deep breath. 

I lean over and turn my lamp on, the dim glow illuminating the room immediately and causing Anastasia to groan. “Here we go,” Anna mutters unhappily. I know this isn’t going to end pleasantly. She hates when I do this, but I can’t help it… I can’t act like I don’t care. 

“You’re in pain.” 

“And you’re under the weather. We are both avoiding the obvious.” 

“Christ sake,” I shake my head, tired and irritated with her. 

I know she hates when people fret over her, but it’s my job to do so, literally. Her life is in my hands at the moment, whether she likes it or not, I can’t just turn a blind eye. And as her boyfriend, I can’t go back to sleep knowing that she’s worried over a piece of shit Prince and hurting because she fell off a horse and doesn’t want to have doctors up her ass. “It’s either you tell me or I have to call your doctor. You parents were strict on this rule, and right now, I don’t want to piss the King off. He’s already pissed, and I don’t want to make it worse.” 

“Why is he pissed with you?” Anastasia questions, somewhat shifting the subject. 

The king is pissed off with everybody, he is taking his frustration out on all the staff, right now, he’s having his best go at the security team. Right now, Matthew and I are on the firing line. The king wants Henry’s location, but I’m here; I can’t do much. Matthew can only do so much in a few hours while also being in charge of other security staff. The king is taking his wrath out on everybody— yesterday it was the maids and housekeepers— today it is myself and Matthew— tomorrow it’ll probably be Anastasia again. 

I contemplate telling Anna the truth, I have to draw a line between work and our relationship.

There are some things I keep from her for her own sanity. “Your Dad is mad at the world, I’m trying to defuse situations. So, what’s the matter?” 

“I’m sorry… This whole Henry thing was my fault. It’s all escalating and snowballing.” 

“Anna, stop deflecting.” 

“My side hurts, nothing new.” 

“Can I take a look?” I softly challenge, wanting her permission. 

I know she despises when I have to do this, but right now I’m attempting to be her boyfriend. I genuinely care. It’s just a plus that my job has me trained for taking care of her. Anastasia rolls her eyes and lifts her pyjama top up, revealing the side of her body when she took the hardest hit. 

“Doctor wasn’t joking when she said you’d have bruising. Looks like you definitely have bruised ribs. Why must you be so stubborn?” 

“Same reason why you keep trying to cover the fact you’re unwell and still more worried about me. Please, don’t make a big deal of this.” 

“Anna—“ I begin but I stop myself, “Okay,” I sigh, “But if it gets worse, you’ll tell me?” 

“This isn’t a life or death situation. Let’s go back to sleep.” 

“If you insist.” 

“Can you really not find Henry? I feel uneasy about him.” 

“It’s not my field of work. Matthew is working on it. I know a PI and I’ll call him in the morning.” 

“Aren’t they expensive?” Anna questions and I can’t help but chuckle to myself. 

The woman who literally has no reason to worry about money or the cost of things is concerned a PI expensive but doesn’t seem to take into consideration that half the jewellery in her possession is worth thousands of dollars. 

“I’ll handle it and pay for it, stop worrying about things you don’t need to fret over. It’s my job to worry.” I respond. 

I kiss her cheek and move away from her, dismissing the conversation and settling back down into the bed. Anna doesn’t hesitate, instead, she shuffles closer and rests her hand on my chest as she gets comfortable. I stare up at the ceiling, listening to her breaths while I allow my mind to wander. 

I won’t hesitate to find everything I can about Henry. We should have done an intense search on him when he first came into the picture, but the King was adamant that he knew better and knew the family. Sometimes, the king isn’t always right. I should have listened to my gut instinct. Now, all I can do is keep an eye on Henry and keep Anastasia safe and sound. I don’t want her to worry about anything, and as much as I hate to admit things, Henry makes me uneasy as well. I don’t like how he seems to have gone off the deep end over something as small as losing a bet on a horse. It’s almost as though losing a bet and money triggered him to lose the plot. Perhaps, I’m overthinking things, but from the way Anastasia is acting and reacting, I think she feels the same way. 

For now, it’s my job to worry, not hers. I won’t hesitate to take her worries and pain, and I’ll do everything to keep her settled through chaotic storms. I can’t help but feel like the storm is just starting to brew and it’s about to get worse. 

♔♔♔

I find Anastasia relaxing in my mother’s garden, enclosed by the summer flowers that flaunt their beautiful colours even in the moonlight. 

I wander closer to her sitting figure, offering her a modest smile when she stares up at me. Unfortunately, she doesn’t give me her usual grin, instead, she offers me a fake smile that indicates she’s hiding something. 

“Been looking for you for a minute,” I begin, wanting her absolute attention. 

“Sorry,” Anastasia gazes away from my gaze, “Jus’ needed a minute.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

Anastasia grows withdrawn for a moment and I grasp the silence as a time to step closer and sit beside her. I caress a kiss to her cheek before I arrange my arm around her, “You know, whatever has you down won’t last forever. Things will be okay.” I decide to go with words of encouragement, mainly because I know that she is more than likely stressed over more things than I’m even aware of. I know she was working on a few royal duties this afternoon while it rained, I assumed she was responding to letters or keeping up to date on public, political, and cultural affairs. Her job never truly stops. 

Anastasia heavily laments before resting her head on my shoulder, “My father is losing the plot, Harry.” 

“How so?” I challenge. 

I have to admit, I’m not wholly surprised. He seems to have been on a steady decline since last year when word got around that he needed to pass down the crown. 

I have yet to figure out why he is determined to pass the crown down to Anastasia this year or early next year, nobody has heard of a thorough reason. The house staff have their own conspiracy theories, one being that he wants to leave the crown to Anna so that he doesn’t have to handle royal duties anymore. I don’t think that’s the case. I believe there would have to be a solid foundation for what he’s doing. After all, only one British monarch has ever willingly abdicated the throne, and the King wouldn’t make the second unless it were for a better reason than simply not wanting to do royal engagements. He won’t abdicate. He will likely give Anna the title of Princess Regent, putting her in charge of his official duties while he’d get to keep his title as His Majesty the King— of course, that’s if he wants his title. 

“My Dad is being a prick.” 

I chuckle modestly, “Sweetheart, that’s because he’s the King.” 

“That’s no excuse. Are you saying he has always been a prick?” 

I become withdrawn for a minute, debating my answer. “Well… kind of…” I nod my head, “It depends on the day. There’s a reason why the Palace staff don’t enjoy being on his service.” 

“Is that why you’re never on his service?” 

I don’t know how to answer Anna. It isn’t that I’m never on his service because he’s a prick, it’s more that I just don’t savour being on his service. He can be a very arduous man to keep a watch over. He tends to go against the books and plans on purpose. He doesn’t desire any of the staff listening to too many conversations and will deliberately strive to throw me off his whereabouts. I wouldn’t necessarily say he has secrets, but he definitely likes his privacy and isn’t a fan of me doing my job. “Matthew and I just agree not to have me with your Dad unless he requests me, which is rare.” 

“So, the staff don’t like him?” 

“I don’t think we should discuss this. He does have a say in my wage.” 

“I’ll ask my lady’s maid then,” Anastasia mumbles, “That’s of course if I haven’t been abolished from the monarchy by the time I get home.” 

“What? What happened?” I immediately challenge, uncertain of how she can be abolished from the monarchy. Although, it could work in our favour if it occurred. 

“The King has threatened to take away my title and to make sure I don’t become Queen.” 

As much as I desire to relish in the thought of Anastasia being stripped of her title and not under the thumb of the royal family and monarch, I know that she’s probably upset to hear her father threaten such things. 

“And I know I shouldn’t care and that I don’t really want to go through all this but at the same time… He is being an outright prick for no reason. This Henry situation isn’t my fault.” 

“First of all, sweetheart, the King has no legal authority to alter the succession to the throne. That would require an Act of Parliament,” I inform Anastasia, reminding her of what she already knows. 

“I told him that, he responded with ‘we will see about that.’” … “Henry seems to have my father in a rage.” 

“Is he threatening this because you won’t date Henry or just because he can’t fire palace staff?” I curiously ask, unaware of whether he’s serious or just taking his anger out on Anna since there’s nobody else. I haven’t heard anything from Matthew but I’m also somewhat off the clock, so Matthew won’t bother me unless it’s urgent. 

“I don’t know.” 

“And unless there’s a secret love child, you’re the only one who is eligible for the crown. He can’t do anything,” I continue to explain. 

As bitter as it is, no matter what, Anastasia has no choice but to take the crown. There’s no other heir, she’s the only child of the King and Queen. 

Even if she did want to abdicate for us to be together, where would that leave the monarchy? 

In the hands of a distant cousin or relative? 

Almost every living English citizen is somehow a descendant of an early monarch. 

“I don’t know, Harry. I think Parliament would decide to whom to offer the crown. But surely there has to be someone else in line, I don’t think I can do this. This is becoming a mind game, it’s driving my father insane and it’s stressing me out.” … “I wanted a nice weekend away from it all and it followed me. Are you sure you don’t want to run away together?” Anastasia asks me and for a brief moment, my mind wanders to the ring in my pocket that wants to make an appearance, but a proposal right now isn’t the right time. 

How can I ask her to marry me when she’s gradually going down the rabbit hole of self-destruction because of a monarch who relies on her when she isn’t even Queen. 

“Where would we run off to, my dear?” 

Anastasia lifts her head off my shoulder and stares at me with glossy eyes, “I’d go anywhere with you. Just say the word.” 

She is on the verge of tears and it breaks my heart.

“Well, you said after this Henry charade is over you wanted to come forward with the relationship…” 

“I’d rather run away. We could go to Greece?” Anastasia continues to look at me, wanting an answer. I can’t tell if she’s half-serious or not. “Let’s go to Skopelos.” 

“Anna, I don’t even know where that is.” 

“The small Greek island of Skopelos. Nobody would find us.” 

“You just want to run away without even being married? What would I do for a job? What will you do? The monarch won’t pay for us.” I’m trying to logically process what she’s saying. There’s a small part of me that wants to bring that ring out and propose but logically how could we pull this off? 

We can’t just run off together and fall off the grid. Her father would have everyone looking for her and would presumably kill me with his bare hands. 

“I’m sure there’s a small church somewhere. We could make it all work.”

“We’d need residency permits and a Greek tax-file number, running off to Greece is going to be just as hard.” I think my girlfriend has lost her marbles. 

Anastasia shakes her head, “Never mind,” Anna whispers, a tear managing to fall down her cheek.

“Hey,” I breathe out, pressing the pad of my thumb to the warmth of her cheek, “Don’t  cry, we will work it out, I promise.” 

“How can you promise me that?” 

If only she knew about the damn ring. Things would be different. 

“I just can,” I respond. Every part of me wants to propose right here, right now. But she deserves something better than a proposal while she is upset. She deserves something nicer than this. “I promise that things will be okay. You and I will work it out.” 

“What about the monarchy?” 

“All due respects, but fuck the monarchy. Right now, you are my priority, not everyone else. Darling, I will make things right, have faith in me.” I wipe a few more tears away from her cheeks and she grants me a small smile. “How about we go inside? Play some Scrabble? Watch a movie? Something?” I offer, gesturing towards the house. 

Anastasia nods, standing to her feet, waiting for me. I stand up and I take her hand before I gently lead her inside the house. 

It’s when I step inside my mother’s house and let go of Anna’s hand so she can make her way towards my mother, that I realise, there is a chance Anastaisa and I may not get the chance to have a small, ordinary house together. If we get married and she is the Queen, we would be living the high lifestyle, living in the Palaces. There would be no ordinary home that could use with some fixing up. We wouldn’t do mundane things. Life would be different, that’s for sure. 

Would we manage to live life together by the rules of the monarch? 

Would she manage to have the best of both worlds and balance a sense of normalcy?

♔♔♔

Anastasia’s POV.

The cool breeze from the ceiling fan taps against my skin and I nestle further into the delicate covers of the bed. I leisurely open my eyes, a dull ray of sunshine peeking through the curtains. I tilt my head to the side, Harry’s still fast asleep. It’s rare that I’m ever awake before him. He’s usually out of my bed by five in the morning when we are at the Palace, for obvious reasons. And even when he has no reason to hurry away, he still tends to be the first one awake. 

I know he’s exhausted, dealing with the palace isn’t the easiest of tasks and having to look after myself and anyone else isn’t easy. He’s constantly working without much of a break. He’s still under the weather, as much as he hates to admit it. It’s nothing major, but it is still enough for him to need the extra sleep. I’m not quite sure what time he came to bed last night. After a quick game of scrabble, we started a movie, unfortunately, after twenty minutes, his phone went off with a call and he excused himself. I can only assume Matthew was the one calling. Matthew has a knack for calling at the most inconvenient of times. I tried to wait up for him but by the time he got off the phone, I was already in bed. I’m not sure what happened after his quick kiss goodnight. 

The man that lies beside me, peacefully sleeping, is wholeheartedly the best thing to have walked into my life. I’m not sure where I went right to deserve him. To be honest, sometimes I don’t think I deserve him. Somehow, he never takes the easy way out, he stays. He has seen me at my best, he has seen me at my worst, and has yet to run for the hills. Most men by now would have thrown in the towel and found someone else. By the grace of God, Harry stays. 

I spend the early morning helping Harry’s Mum with the animals, giving them their morning feeds and making sure everybody has water before the day gets too hot. I don’t assume I was much help, but I did try. 

I wander into the bedroom just as Harry is placing the last pillow on the bed, he turns to glance at me and raises a brow, “What happened to you?” He gestures up and down, taking note of my mud-covered jeans and grass-stained t-shirt. “Please tell me you didn’t take a fall.” 

I shake my head, “Did you know horses like to nibble on clothes? I didn’t…. Also, the goats… uh… they’re not charming at their morning feeds.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, just a bit of mud. The princess is fine, relax.” I inform him, with a nod. I understand he just cares, but he needs to relax, a little mud never hurt anyone. “I was wondering if we could leave the house? See where you’re from?” 

“I assume my mother put you up to this?” 

“She may have mentioned some nice places.” 

“Hmmmm, I don’t know, Anna.” Harry responds with uncertainty to his voice, “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.” 

“We are in the middle of nowhere; what could possibly happen?” 

I am aware that anything could quite literally happen, it is me we are talking about, I do not have the best of luck with things. It would be my luck something out of the blue happens and pushes me into some sort of lockdown.

Harry rubs his temples and looks at me before dropping his hands to his side, “Let me have my coffee first and then we can figure something out, okay?” 

“You said we could be normal.” I remind him of the fact he specifically said I could be normal out here. I had it in my mind that we would be able to be more free, we could walk in and out of stores, go to parks, the beach or really anything.

Harry nods his head, “I know, let me have coffee and then we can decide on where to go, okay?” Harry presses a kiss to my forehead, “I love you.” 

“Do I get a say in this or are we still doing the whole Princess act thing?” I question with furrowed brows, irritated that the normal weekend I have been promised is consisting of my father pulling strings from the palace and Harry acting as though he’s still on duty and my bodyguard. 

Harry sighs. “Darling, please, just let me get some coffee… I promise we will leave the property today.” … “I am not trying to be a prick, I am not trying to be your security guard. I just… I just need coffee.” Harry continues to emphasize his need for coffee. 

I nod my head, dropping the subject as I turn on my heel and walk out of his bedroom. I decide to get a head start on getting him his coffee, it is the least I can do for him. I know he was up for most of the night working, and I know it probably isn’t easy being all the way up here while his security team is back home. I know there are a lot of things that could happen that probably runs through his head. I also know I am not always easy to deal with. 

I stand in front of his mother’s coffee machine, bewildered on how the contraption works. I tilt my head to the side, suddenly feeling like a privileged idiot; I have never had to make my own coffee before, nor do I even know how to. It is always poured for me or made for me. I place a cup under where I assume the coffee pours from and I hold my breath as I press one of the button in hopes that it brews coffee. I am out of my element. 

I hear chuckles from behind me and I turn around to see Harry smirking as he sits upon the stool at the counter. “Don’t mind me, just sitting, love,” Harry informs me, trying to hold back his chuckles. 

I bite my lip and heavily sigh, watching as the brewed coffee fills the coffee cup, but I don’t think he wants straight coffee. 

“At the risk of sounding like a privileged princess, Harry, I have never made coffee,” I begin with a soft voice, embarrassed as I look at him. 

He holds back his chuckles and nods his head, promptly removing himself from his position at the counter and walking around to me. “Sweetheart,” Harry begins, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “What are you trying to make?” 

“You a coffee… I just… Where does the milk go? What do all these buttons do? What happened to just having tea? Do people not just make a pot of coffee?” 

“Some of us need a little kick of caffeine in the morning. Some, not all. Here, to make a cappuccino you froth the milk like this,” Harry takes the stainless steel container holding the milk, showing me how to froth the milk like they do in coffee stores. 

“Why is this contraption a thing? Is this a normal thing?” 

Harry laughs, “For some, it is normal. The palace has one, your mother loves it. Convinced me to buy this one for my Mum.” Harry gestures towards the expresso machine as Harry works his magic. “Glad that you still live in the old times of no expresso machines.” 

“I thought they were only in coffee shops.” 

“You need to leave the palace more,” Harry comments, placing the stainless-steel container on the counter. “Here, you can pour the milk into the cop. Gonna have to teach you how I like my coffee,” Harry winks playfully, “Or, perhaps, we will leave it to me to make morning coffees,” Harry gently pokes fun at me. 

I roll my eyes at him and I pour the milk into his cup, quite proud of myself for not managing to make a mess of things.   

♔♔♔

The warm breeze whistles through my hair and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore becomes music to my ears. It has been a while since I have had the opportunity to stand on the beach without a care in the world, and without having to look over my shoulder to make sure nobody is taking pictures. For the first time in quite a long time, I have a sense of being normal. The sand nestles between my toes, I take a deep breath of the salty air as I tilt my head to the side and glance over at Harry. 

A smile spreads across his pink lips and he stares at me with awe in his eyes. Lord, I’m one lucky girl to get to stare back at the man I’m entirely in love with. We may have our ups and downs, we might not have a conventional relationship, but there’s no other man I’d want to be with, there’s nobody else I’d want to be standing on a beach with. 

Harry takes my hand and we wander closer to the water’s edge until the tip of my toes finally hit the tepid water. I let out a heavy breath, more so relieved and belatedly, happy. “I’d give anything to be able to feel like this more.” 

“Feel like what?” Harry questions, guiding us to stroll along the water's edge. 

I grin to myself, taking note of the birds soaring high over the ocean, “Like a bird,” I chuckle to myself, well aware my description is not ordinary, then again, I’m not ordinary either, “Free and happy,” I respond. “There’s no restraints, no duties, no photographers, I could run into the ocean with my clothes on and nobody would give a damn,” I gladly smile. 

Harry smirks and lets go of my hand, “Well, go on.” Harry gestures towards the water, “By all means, darling, enter the water with your clothes on, be a bird.” 

I shake my head and gesture for him to join me as I step into the water, loving the way it feels to have the sand move under my feet and the water dance around my calves, “Harry, join me.” 

Harry shakes his head, “Not a chance in hell, love.” Harry chuckles, his hands in his pockets as he stands at the edge, the water barely missing his toes. 

“Do you think I could've been a bird?” 

“Oh, god. No. Don’t—“ 

“Say it! Say I'm a bird,” I insist, well aware of what I’m doing. 

Harry brings his bottom lip between his teeth and he glances around. 

“Anastasia, you, my darling, are bonkers.” 

“Say I’m a bird!” 

“That would mean admitting I’ve watched a romantic movie.” Harry shakes his head, watching me as I shrug my shoulders and walk further to the sandbar the tide has exposed. 

I spin around, allowing my dress to dance around me. I glance over my shoulder and see Harry shuffling closer, his hands still in his pockets. 

My feet dance at the edge of the sand bar, thoroughly relishing the freedom, “Tell me.” 

“Tell you, what?” Harry questions, stepping closer to me. 

“Quote my favourite movie.” 

Harry rolls his eyes playfully, “I’d never do such thing.” 

I gasp, stepping away from him with a laugh escaping my lips, “Darling,” Harry laughs, reaching out and wrapping his hand around my wrist, causing me to laugh louder as I playfully attempt to pull away from him. Harry tenderly tugs on me and forces me to face him, “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird,” Harry recites the line and I draw my hair away from my face, still giggling like a schoolgirl. I beam at Harry and he smiles back at me, his eyes bright and full of more love than I could ever imagine. “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird. Anastasia, I’ll be anything you need me to be, and I’ll go anywhere I need to go. I’d walk to the end of the earth if it meant being with you; I’ll do everything that it takes, I’ll fight any battle thrown at me, I’ll fight for you and for us. I’ll protect you, at all costs. Darling, I love you, and I honestly couldn’t imagine this life without you.” Harry’s sweet words take me by surprise. 

Harry clears his throat and bites his lip as he gets down on one knee. 

I stare at him, stunned. Is this— is this happening? 

“It won’t be easy, but I promise to love you through everything. Princess Anastasia Annette Leanor, Duchess of Edinburgh, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” 

As the man I’m madly in love with opens the ring box, I can’t help but think about the fact that it would be MY honour to marry him. He is my knight in shining armour, in more ways than one. He’s everything to me. Perhaps, I haven’t always been gracious to him, nor have I always made things easy. The monarch doesn’t make things easy, but this isn’t the monarch's decision. This is mine. For the first time in a long time, I feel free, and for the first time in a long time, I’m going against all traditions and rules; I’m going against the monarch. 

“Yes… Of course. Yes. Harry.” I can’t contain my excitement; how could I ever say no to a proper proposal? 

Harry slides the ring on my finger and for the first time in forever, everything is perfectly right in the world. Before I can blink, I’m wrapped in his arms and he’s spinning me around, “I love you,” he whispers, bringing me to a stop and placing me down. 

“I love you,” I whisper, gazing at him like he has hung the stars in the sky and moved all the oceans just for me. I lean up and kiss him, slowly and sweetly— nothing else in the world matters. 

[thecandywrites]

Of Heaven and Fire Part 16

And this is the part that will hurt the most.  This is it. The fiery crash that no one can look away from, only wince and grimace and watch on helplessly as everything falls apart and goes to shit. The part that will hopefully hurt so good. 

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Of Heaven and Fire 

Part 16 

“Good morning,” you greeted Rhos as you met with her in the market the next morning as she embraced you, careful not to put too much pressure on your abdomen. 

“Good morning Sweetheart, how are you?” Rhos greeted before she eagerly put her hands to your belly to feel for kicks before you moved her hands to where you had felt them. 

“Good morning Brock.” You greeted him graciously. 

“Is it?” Brock sneered before his mother glared at him. 

“Brock, have some decency and be nice.” Rhos insisted. 

“What? It’s not a good morning, it’s barely a few hours after sunrise and the heat is already getting too high.” Brock complained. 

“It was a greeting, you can return a greeting.” Rhos insisted with a look that could freeze lava.

“He doesn’t…” You tried to dismiss. 

“Yes, he does, he can have some manners or else the entire clan will think I’m an unfit mother and warchiefress that I couldn’t teach my own son manners.” Rhos insisted. 

“Because it’s always about you.” Brock grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes but you and Rhos still heard it. 

“Brock, I swear to the gods that if you don’t pull your shit together right here right now and grow up and have some decency and manners, I will yank down your trousers and beat your ass like you’re 2 and I’ll get everyone around me to help me do it too, you set the tone for how you’re treated.” Rhos threatened as her and her son had a stare off as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment for Brock’s sake. 

“Ahem. We’re waiting.” Rhos cleared her throat and stared him down. 

“Good morning Ms. Auksa.” Brock begrudgingly offered because calling you by your name was too intimate for him. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m hungry, I’m gonna get something to eat.” Brock huffed before he turned and stomped away. 

“Was he like this before?” You asked Rhos. 

“Gods no, I have no idea what’s gotten into him. Even when he was 2 he never acted this badly.” Rhos answered. “And I can not apologize for him enough. Come on, let’s go shopping.” She urged you as she started to notice a few items in the market place and suggested you do something similar for Brock’s courting gifts. 

Brock watched on skeptically from a chair at a pub nearby as he seemed to want to drink his weight in ale even at this early hour, the stronger the better and was happy to turn a whole chair into gold to pay for unlimited food and drink at the pub for the day as he ate the leg of a roasted hog that had been roasting on a spit all night with a heavy spiced black bread and a spicy sauce on the side for dipping the bread and meat into along with a whole dozen fried eggs. 

He almost hated how much abundance there was in the clan, he felt like yesterday everyone was hungy and today everyone was stuffed with food going to waste as the dogs themselves got fat off the scraps. Ale flowed like the river and everyone was opening up their little eateries in front of their houses both in the clan and in Drauch as the short stairwell to it was nearby, where you could get everything from livestock to wild game prepared how you wanted it in addition to all the seafood that now flowed into the clan from the sea and everyone got a share of all the sales of all the seafood in Suchi so that everyone had more money than they knew what to do with. 

He hated it because according to everyone else, it was because of your presence in the clan that things were this way. It didn’t matter how much praise he got from the clan for going through all the trouble of getting you here, he felt ignored and abandoned whenever he was in your presence and even away from it because all anyone could do is look upon you with joy and adoration, but yet he felt resentful when their eyes went from you to him. And even now as you walked through the market with his mother and Kari, like you were her daughter or a close friend, it burned him up inside. He felt a jealous rage that somehow you had replaced him in the family and you were everyone’s favorite now. But every time he tried to voice any of this, he couldn’t get the words out and what little he could get out, made no sense to anyone so he kept his mouth shut because who would hear him without contradicting him? According to everyone, you could do no wrong and you were some perfect goddess from heaven here walking about and mingling with them. And he couldn't complain or criticize you in the least because if he did, suddenly he was the mean asshole and everyone came to your defense. So here he sat and stewed. 

“So, how did you and Drad court?” You asked her as you strolled through the spice vendor’s booth, putting together spice mixes from the vast array of spices.  

“Well, I had it easy, my sister Esri and I were the prettiest women in the clan but one of the poorest families because it was just her and I and our mom Rhidra and we had no father or brothers to go on raids but we made our living by finding mussels and clams and oysters for pearls in waters shallow enough to dive in and clear enough that we could see what we were diving for. We had a little row boat and two mismatched oars and we managed to make a little hut for ourselves and the sale of those pearls was how we survived and the meat from all those shellfish was how we fed ourselves and we experimented a lot with how to prepare it all so that our palattes didn’t get too bored or too sick of the flavor of them. At that time, the current warchief’s eldest son Tar, who Drad had been a commander to, had wanted me as a third wife because I was so beautiful and such a hard worker and he was sure I could give him the sons he craved because his current wives had only given him daughters which he wasn’t happy about but I had no desire to compete for his attention but he felt he was entitled to me anyway and vowed that if he brought back enough gold from the raid to give to my mother for me so she could afford a decent house, he would buy me outright.” Rhos revealed and you could tell even after all this time, she still was repulsed by the idea by the shudder of her shoulders. 

“Both my sister and I had an affinity for cooking because we were so poor most of our food was either grown in our garden or foraged for or caught and we learned how to make fruits and vegetables delicious and learned how to make smaller game good in addition to the shellfish because that’s all we could catch on our own and we could walk all over the marsh and find all kinds of healing herbs and we both seemed to know what they were and how to use them instinctively. Anyway, so one day my sister and I went out on a hunt, wanting to get some venison and some herbs while Drad and his brother Sarg went out on a raid nearby with the rest of the warriors from the clan.” Rhos recalled. 

“We waited until the roar of the fight died down to emerge from our tent and we found Drad and Sarg trying to drag each other away from the battle ground and in the far distance we could see others from our clan who had fallen. Each of them had a broken limb and had pretty serious wounds and we immediately went to them and helped them back to our tent where we put them on our own bedrolls while we slept on the deer hides inside the tent, thankfully we had each gotten a deer earlier and had skinned them and were in the process of tanning the hides and smoking the meat which that scent is what drew Drad and Sarg to come our way. We used what herbs we had found for medicine and cooked the couple of deer we had managed to kill more quickly to feed them and us along with the mushrooms and other herbs for flavoring we had gathered and we did our best to patch them up and set their bones straight and we saved their lives because of how we were able to mix the herbs together, we got the wounds to stop bleeding and eased their pain and so we just tried patch them up and let them rest and recover in our tent and the other female warriors from the other clan just saw Esri and I outside the tent gathering what we could, thinking we were on a foraging trip and left us alone since we didn’t pose any kind of threat to them and in fact we helped them find their own mushrooms and other herbs and they were happy to leave us in peace and even gave us pointers about where all the good fish in the river nearby was as we tried to make sure they stayed away from our tent to protect Drad and Sarg which worked. They didn't suspect a thing. The next day we went back to the river to the spots the female warriors had told us about and Esri had managed to catch a giant catfish in the river and I had found some huge mussels, these things had to be 20 plus years old, they were the biggest mussles I had ever seen in my life and the mussels had the prettiest most colorful pearls in them when we brought them home and cooked them for Drad and Sarg and Drad took that as a sign and a blessing that I would bring him riches and he let me keep all the pearls from all the mussels because I was the one that found them and gathered them but was very pleased that I shared them with my sister but let him and his brother keep the biggest two so they wouldn’t go home empty handed from the raid.” She revealed as she then picked up a muscle from the pile at one of the seafood vendors and shucked it and found a little pearl in it and handed it to you with a grin because the woman couldn’t pick up any shellfish without finding something akin to a pearl inside it. 

“The next day after that we went foraging again and I found a cave where a dragon had once lived, the dragon had been caved in and couldn’t get out of the sea cave and once I got in there, I found it’s skeleton and scales. I gathered all the scales and teeth I could, I made several trips and I made Drad a suit of armor out of the dragon scales along with a brace for his leg and one of the dragon’s canine teeth I made him a dagger and one of the smaller dragon teeth I had made a sewing needle out of so I could sew the scales together and after that, Drad was convinced that I had the god’s blessings because of of my luck with the warriors from the other clan, because all the mussels I got had pearls, and all the medicine I made for him healed him, and the fact that I found a dead dragon in the cave and got the scales and was clever enough to know what to do with them, was enough for him to propose himself as my mate and swear to me that I would never have to compete with anyone else for him and so I agreed and that mating session was quite good because even though he was hurt and couldn’t mount me, I mounted him and rode him like a stallion and he was just in awe of me ever since.” She remembered with a bit of a giggle as her own cheeks flushed a little at the happy memories. 

“Once they were healed and could walk, we broke down camp and went back to the clan and by then, everyone realized the failure of the raid and no one from the warchief’s family had survived and the victors had come to claim the lands and the little village itself and Drad being Drad immediately seized the opportunity, convinced the clan that he should be the next warchief because he had survived the battle and was second in command to Tar and had a mate and I was already blessed by the gods and was the “best warchieftess possible” because I was there to heal his wounds and feed him food and make him armor which he was all too proud and happy to show off and what was left of the clan agreed and started to follow him and he put Sarg in charge of the fishing fleet and we set our sights on the sea and rivers, in fact it was this river and this patch of sea since the old ones had been taken by the conquerors who you now know as Hurricane Breaker and this land was unclaimed and it was this river that I found the huge mussels that had the pearls. And that night Drad mated with me, pretty loudly for the whole clan to show how verile he was, which I thought was a little embarrassing but he is hung like a horse and he knows how to use what the gods have given him and he had me moaning and keening and forgetting that the outside world ever existed with how he made love to me and to no one’s surprise I got pregnant with Brock and that was that.” Rhos revealed and all you could do was remember how Brock used to have sex with you and how similar Brock was to his father in that respect. 

“So since Brock is definitely his father’s son, what you need to do is show Brock how you’re the best option for him. Give him betrothal gifts that no one around here can match and prove to him that there is no one better for him than you and his sense and honor should do the rest.” Rhos advised as you nodded in understanding. 

By the time you came back around to the pub, Brock had drank enough that his inhibitions were out the window and some musicians had started to play music and to everyone’s surprise, Brock was dancing. But he wasn’t dancing like most drunks usually try to do, no he was dancing as if he was born to dance and all you could do is watch in astonishment yet feel somewhat saddened that you wished the old Brock would return to you if it meant he could give up his new dancing skills and you felt jealous when his former courters were dancing with him because ever since he was born again in the flames and they found out he lost his memory of the last six months, they suddenly realized they had a chance to win him back, despite the rest of the clan recognizing you as his betrothed. 

“Oh so when Benyana dances, she’s a whore, but when you dance with actual whores, it’s ok?” Rhos chastized him when he was done as the women he had been dancing with flushed with shame because they had tried to move on but the moment Brock was suddenly “available” they came flocking back to him and Rhos made no mistake of calling them out and making sure the whole clan knew who she approved and disapproved of. 

“Don’t you two have more money to spend?” Brock spat as he tried to brush her off as he picked up his stien to drink some more but the round of ghastly gasps was the only warning he got when the stein was slapped out of his hands before his dad seemed to appear out of nowhere and punched him in the face and sent him landing on his ass, clutching his face before he looked up at who had hit him and fear suddenly filled his eyes. 

“Don’t you ever disrespect your mother, your warchieftess and your future warchieftess boy! Have you lost all sense and propriety?!” Drad thundered as the skanks suddenly dissappeared from the scene as Rhos simply stood and grinned smugly. 

“I just...I was...I drank too much and forgot myself.” Brock tried to excuse his behavior. 

“Really? That’s the excuse you want to use? Fine. From this day forward, you will abstain from all alcohol l and I don’t care how much gold you give to anyone. Anyone giving you any alcohol in this clan will be expelled from this clan. And any vendor who is not from this clan will no longer be able to sell here if they provide you with alcohol either. This will never happen again, will it?” Drad commanded. 

“No,” everyone else readily shook their heads no as Brock’s shoulders sagged in defeat. 

“Come on Dad, don’t you think that’s a little too extreme?” Brock tried to reason. 

“The alternative is I kick you out of the clan for disrespecting your warchieftess.” Drad leveled as Brock grimaced. 

“Fine.” Brock submitted. 

You waited until everyone disbursed and Brock got up and dusted himself off before he watched you go to his father and pull Drad aside and talk to him and he could tell just from the look on your face and body language and gestures that you were pleading in some kind of way as Rhos also joined in the conversation as the three of them suddenly made a decision and nodded before even his father put his hands to your belly to feel for the kicks and was so happy when he felt them before even he hugged you and kissed the crown of your head affectionately before you bid them goodbye and quickly left with Kari in tow as you made your way home since all that girl wanted to do was hang out with you and was your best friend despite your age difference. 

“Now what?” Brock asked as he came over. 

“Your future warchieftess is too good to you. The only alcohol you’ll be drinking from now on, if you so choose to partake in it- will come from her hands and only after you have asked nicely for it and only if she feels safe and comfortable enough with you and welcome in your presence and is sure you won’t make a fool out of yourself if you do drink it and you must drink it in her presence and only her presence all while being the most charming, respectful version of yourself that you can be. And when she cuts you off, you’re cut off.” Drad compromised. 

“I’d rather never drink again then.” Brock angrily hissed before he stalked away as Drad kept Rhos from actually killing her son. 

“What are we going to do about him?” Rhos growled. 

“If he continues to act like a child, then we will treat him like a child. Hell put him on an allowence and put him on restrictions until he remembers how to act right.” Drad suggested before he sat his wife down at the table Brock had occupied and finished the rest of Brock’s meal since they didn’t want it to go to waste as they brainstormed together about ways to make Brock snap out of this childish phase he was born again into as you were at your house and trying to think of ways to court Brock in such a way that he would want to be mated with you before you went over to Dastrin’s house. 

“Hey Yana,” Dastrin greeted as he came out from his kitchen, having been helping, well, more groping than helping his mate make some bread, both of them covered in some flour and white handprints all over the other as they did their best to dust themselves off. 

“Sorry, I should come back at another time.” You tried to excuse yourself. 

“No, no, you’re fine, stay.” Kallimisa reassured you as she sat you down in a chair. 

“So how are things?” Kallimisa asked before you revealed what had just happened as Dastrin just let his shoulders sag as he face palmed himself. 

“That man is going to be in a world of hurt if he doesn’t knock it off.” Dastrin could only shake his head. 

“Well, Rhos has advised me to court him in the traditional orc sense and give him betrothal gifts that have no equal,” you revealed. 

“Oh, make him an offer he can’t refuse, smart.” Dastrin grinned schemingly. 

“Basically. She told me about the suit of armor she made for Drad out of dragon scales.” You recalled. 

“Oooh, that would be easy to replicate. Just go back to Suchi and you’d get crates of dragon scales.” Kallimisa realized. 

“And you could use Cugas as your model since Cugas and Brock are near identical.” Dastrin advised. 

“You could even make him clothes out of dragon wool and dragon silk to go under the armor and boots from dragon leather. I’ll hook you up.” Kallimisa reassured you since her family bred a lot of the dragons in Suchi and were masters at dragon goods. 

“And weapons, commission the best blacksmith you know of to make the best swords and battle axes they can since that’s a gift you don’t have to make yourself.” Dastrin suggested. 

“That way, he’ll be armed and protected from head to toe. No warrior would ever turn that down.” Dastrin reassured you as a plan formed in your mind. 

You could do this, you would win and earn him back, one gift at a time if you had to. 

It took time, about a month in total. But you went with Drauch back to Suchi and got crates of dragon scales of all different colors and patterns and got a ton of help from Kallimisa’s family with all kinds of dragon wool and dragon silk and began to use Cugas as your model to make Brock clothes and armor so that when and if Brock ever saw battle, he would be safe while Kaive also bought his fair share of dragon products so that he and Cugas could match in attire which Cugas thought was the most romantic thing ever. 

Your dad helped you make a sword and a battle ax for Brock since your father was one of the best blacksmiths you knew of. Using those meteorites from the first orc attack and other metals that had been mined out of the mountains. They would stay insanely sharp but were harder than any other swords and battle axes and you helped make a special shield for him too. You bought a special bow with dragon toothed tipped arrows for Brock as well.

While you did all that, you gathered every recipe for medicine you could get your hands on along with actual medicines. You had horn of unicorn and dragon bone powder along with milk of poppy and other medicines and had a special satchel made that was embossed with the clan’s symbol and colors and Brock’s name in it and many more gifts and once all these gifts were done and made and gathered, then you got to work making him a feast that would end all feasts, making sure to include dishes that were not only favorites of his but of the clan as a whole too. 

You got a herd of cows from another colony known for their amazing beef and these cows were the fattest cows you had ever seen in your life that had been raised im padded stalls and fed grains their whole lives and massaged daily and given sake and beer so that when you butchered them, there was just as much fat marbling in the beef than there was actual meat if not more so. You also got a flock of huge chickens, Brahmas, these chickens were actually incredibly tame and sweet along with several other kinds of chickens so that you had a whole rainbow of eggs. You even got special breeds of milking cows so that you would have a steady supply of milk, cream, butter and cheese. You also bought horses, lots of horses and got the most amazing stallion for Brock along with all kinds of livestock, the best of their kinds, having to build a huge barn in a cloud to keep them all. 

You spent three days preparing for this feast since it had to be made by your hands and it could have fed a hundred people but it was only for Brock and his family and his closest generals and commanders, all while battling morning sickness and sexual cravings that were driving you insane because you only wanted Brock to alleviate them but he was the last person who wanted to help so you were stuck suffering and trying to pleasure yourself which the bigger your belly got, the harder that was to do too. 

The day before, you had Brock’s siblings and friends help you set up a large tent outside of Brock’s house as you set up the many tables for the food to be brought over and the kegs of different ales and wines were delivered and yet Brock was nowhere to be found and when he came back at midnight, he was as drunk as could be and passed out the moment he crashed onto his bed and everyone seemed to have witnessed Brock getting little flasks of liquor from his former courters but he could only drink it in the safety of the woods away from the prying eyes of the clan. Whether he bedded them for the liquor no one knew but you just had to pray that if he did, his seed would not take root in them because the last thing you wanted for your son was to compete with others for his father’s attention and affection even though Drad and Rhos assured you and reassured you that in their eyes, only your son would be heir and all others would be cast out of the clan and recognized to the clan as the clan’s whores and all their children would be deemed bastards if need be. Which that seemed to be enough to keep all the other women from making any claims or even hinting at a potential pregnancy where Brock was the father. 

Meanwhile Brock was just in a perpetual state of frustration. Because even out of spite, he had tried to fuck his whores but his cock was as small and flacid as a seasponge and nothing they could do could entice it to “wake up”. Sea cucumbers could boast of being bigger and harder than his manhood because it acted like he was constantly in the coldest of water. He couldn’t even masterbate. But one look or hopeful smile from you or just the sound of your laughter when you were with his family, he was bigger and harder than a boulder. Like his cock would only get hard with you around and no one and nothing else. And it didn’t matter what you wore, you looked amazing no matter what, you could just be walking and he could see grace in your steps and when you had danced with his little sister Kari, showing her how to dance a particular very innocent dance, you might as well have been naked in his eyes because all he could do is look at you and imagine your body in motion and he wanted you but he was loathe to admit it. Even when you were in the simplest of clothes, his eyes could find your curves and your pregnant belly was especially attractive to him and there were so many times he just wanted to come over to your house and fuck you raw just for some semblence of a release. He was so desperate he was close to his breaking point but he couldn’t admit that to anyone, especially himself and instead he seemed to want to revolt against these leanings. The more he was attracted to you, the meaner he got and the harder he tried to resist this. To the point he lost all freedoms, all autonomy, all privacy and all power and say so in anything unless it was in agreement with you and he felt he couldn’t breathe without his parents, especially his father coming down on him. But all that did was make him even more embittered and resentful. 

He could tell you were preparing courting gifts and the closer you got to completing them, the more panicked he felt because his parents had made it clear, that if he didn’t accept you and the gifts, then he was was not going to be accepted in the family and was never going to be warchief without you as his warchieftess. Even his siblings distanced themselves from him, Kari especially wanted nothing to do with him because he wasn’t ‘the same Brock’.

The morning of, you managed to kill four cows and one bull with the help of Brock’s generals and commanders who were all too happy to help you any way they could because they accepted you as their future warchieftess and they wanted to help ensure your success. All of whom marveled at the intense marbling of the beef and while they did most of the heavy lifting, they let you direct them since this was your feast that you were preparing as Cugas and Kaive brought you every delicacy from the sea and Rhos went hunting for pearl mussels, something she had not done in a while but she had forgotten how much she used to enjoy it as she found the best and biggest ones since she had gifts of her own for it while Drad helped keep Brock distracted with other clan matters, mainly where to get all the lumber needed to keep all these building projects going. 

When everything was ready, it was arranged in the tent and Brock was brought into it and you ceremonially washed his hands and his feet so that he could sit at the head of the table before you repeated the process to his generals and commanders, making sure each one sat at the table according to rank along with his family. This was seen as the most humble and gracious of acts as hostess and while you had some difficulty because of your pregnant belly making it awkward for you to carry the wash basin, you persevered. All Brock had to do was eat to the point he was stuffed, drink until his heart was merry and accept your gifts with grace and take you to your home where you would hopefully mate and he would hopefully use gentleness with you and that would be that, or so everyone hoped and prayed for. 

Once everyone was seated you served Brock first, showing him the marbling of the steaks and letting him pick whatever he wanted before you cooked them how he told you he wanted them as the mates of the married generals and commanders did the same with their mates while Brock’s sisters cared for the others. 

“So how do you like the ale My Lord?” You asked respectfully. 

“It’s too weak, it tastes like piss.” Brock answered as his generals and commanders nearly spit it out and choked. 

“You can’t be serious, this is the best ale in the clan!” Dastrin argued. 

“Yana, seriously, this is, hands down the best ale I have ever drank.” Cugas added as the others agreed to those sentiments which left Brock glaring at them for taking your side. 

“Well, that is an ale...I do, um, have a stronger, darker beer, it’s a stout, let me get you that and hopefully you’ll like that better.” You tried to appease as you took the ale away and got a fresh stein and filled it with the stout and served that to him before he took a sip and spit it at your feet as it splashed up on the edges of your skirt as others from the table gasped in horror as Drad got up from the other end of the table and started walking over. 

“I’m sorry that got on you.” Brock begrudgingly apologized before his father could get to him and beat him into the dirt which finally gave Drad a moment of pause before Brock sipped the stout. 

“This is much better, thanks.” Brock begrudgingly offered which made his dad grin smugly before he turned around as everyone blew out a breath of relief. 

“Even if it is a bit bitter.” Brock added which had everyone glaring at him as you let your shoulders sag because if this is the way it was going to start, it didn’t bode well for the rest of the meal. You feared that by 12th refill that he was beyond drunk but he would not smile, not laugh, not make any indication that anything you had done had pleased him at all. 

In fact, he found fault with every single thing. 

The steaks were either too tender and too fatty. So you brought out every other kind of cut of meat from every kind of animal and he found something he didn’t like about all of them, they were all either too lean, too fatty, too tough, too tender, too undercooked, too overcooked, too spicy, too under flavored and he critiqued every, single, thing and everyone by this point was beyond fed up with this and everyone was about to pull their hair out. He even hated the decorations of the tent because they were too luxurious. 

He thought that the mussels were too big and the dozens of pearls inside were obviously fake because they were too perfect and you had some how implanted them in the mussles. He thought the complex dishes were obnoxious, he thought the simple dishes were lazy, he thought the scented woods you used to grill the steaks and other foods stunk up the space, he thought the soothing incense was a waste if not distasteful. He thought the beer was too bitter or too smooth or not strong enough, the wine was too sweet or too dry and that you were insubordinate and traitorous because you enlisted help from others for the feast and he berated you for not being strong enough to do it all on your own even though it was his commanders and generals who insisted on helping you. Your betrothal gifts were given the same treatment and all you could do is stand there and watch helplessly as he verbally ripped everything apart. 

It didn’t matter how much his family and his generals and commanders tried to defend you, he wouldn’t let them speak. You and they were all embarrassed and ashamed of him and you could tell everyone in the room wanted to kill him for acting the way he did. 

All you could do is kneel next to him and do your best to accept his criticisms. But you had to finish the rest of the ceremony at least. You were not going to take him to bed. Even if he did accept these gifts, you knew he was too drunk and too angry and it was too much of a risk to your son if you tried bedding him. 

“Do you accept my betrothal?” You asked, even though you could already tell he would not as this nightmare that had been plagueing you finally came to fruition.  

“No! Of course not! How dare you try to court me with such atrocious things you wicked, conniving bitch! This was the worst courting ritual ever!” He roared as you winced and barely got out of the way fast enough when he over turned the table, all the food flying off as everyone barely managed to escape getting hurt before he grabbed at the tent and began to pull it down, ripping it off it’s frame before he picked up the gifts you got him and aimed them at you before you and the others fled out of the tent, barely able to dodge the objects as he threw them most viciously at you as his commanders and generals tried to block them before you tripped and fell to the ground, everyone else trying to come to your rescue and stop him from going further into his tirade before he managed to shirk them and get to you and picked you up by your neck and face and all you could remember was the first time he held your face on that first night. How he had firmly held your face to get your attention but not hard enough to hurt you. 

Now though, any semblance of control or gentleness was gone, it was all just pain as you struggled to breathe and kick as the others tried to stop him as benar flowed out of your eyes and down his hand before they fell off his hand and arm to the ground as you begged and pleaded for mercy as your moura cloak surrounded you in armor. 

“Please, Brock, stop!” You sobbed before he dropped you, your wings barely getting a chance to come out and curl around you to protect you from the fall as you managed to sit on the ground at his feet and cough and sputter and hold your burning throat as Brock was now surrounded by his generals, all of them having their swords and battle axes drawn and pressing at every spot on his body to keep him from moving lest he be impaled. 

“Leave! While you still have life in your body to do so!” Brock seethed and you could see the fire in his eyes and his throat, he was ready to burn you as you sat there and all you could do was nod in agreement before you got on your knees and reached into your satchel and retrieved the orb that the water dragons had gifted you as the whole clan gathered around to witness Brock’s worst tantrum yet as all you could do is feel regret that this horrible nightmare had come true. 

“Please accept this as a parting gift then. It was given to me by the water dragons and inside is the most precious possession anyone could ever want.” You offered shakily as you held it out in your dirtied and bloodied shaking hands out to him as you kept your head down, your benar falling to the ground at your knees. While you still didn’t know what was inside, you had kept it safe and hidden from everyone all this time and you were suddenly moved to give it to him. 

“Please know that I will raise the son you gave me with the utmost care. He will know happiness and love as well as he knows his own shadow. I shall teach him all the great legends of his father…” Your voice broke at the utterance of that term. “And of the legends from his mighty clan of Stormbreaker. Since you no longer wish to look upon my face, I shall do as you demand and leave. I will never again seek to see your face or hear your voice. May you and this magnificent clan know success and prosperity forever.” You bid him before he begrudgingly took the orb before you yanked your hands back to yourself, afraid he would grab them as Kaive, Rhos and Cugas, all who had tears in their eyes quickly gathered you up and Kaive carried you back to your house before Cugas and his siblings as well as Brock’s siblings used their moura abilities to lift your house off the ground and back into the cloud form with a huge chunk of land so that your son would at least have some soil from his clan and flew you away to Suchi as Rhos screamed her own damnation for ever conceiving and birthing Brock and disowned him on the spot as did the rest of his siblings. Kari especially flying up to your house to stay with you and her mother along with Brock’s siblings. Leaving Drad to deal with Brock. 

The surrounding waters pooling in the now cratered land and it revealed five large black eggs in an ancient abandoned nest buried deep underground and the moment the water touched the eggs, the waters themselves grew dark with silt before everyone in the clan glared at Brock before they disbursed and immediately started to gossip about what had happened as the wives of the commanders and generals made sure to tell them every detail about how you made the perfect betrothal gifts and perfect feast but Brock wouldn’t accept it and how awful Brock had been before Drad’s servants got to work trying to clean up everything. 

“Brock, you will be no warchief of this clan or any other for rejecting your rightful warchieftess and I quit being your commander.” All of his generals and commanders told him before they also went and tried to salvage what they could before Drad ordered for all your gifts to Brock to be gathered in the house so that they could be displayed for the whole clan to see what Brock had rejected as Drad took the orb from Brock’s hand so he couldn’t break it as Brock just growled in frustration and stomped away, his gait ever so unsteady from his drunkenness. 

By the time Brock had cooled his rage and came back, Drad was waiting for him on the front porch as all of Brock’s belongings were dumped unceremoniously in the yard as the whole clan had gathered around it, all of them continuing to glare hatefully at him.  

“No ungrateful son of mine will ever sleep in my house or eat my food or drink my ale, from this day on, you no longer live here and you are no longer my son because no son of mine would ever treat a woman, any woman like the way you just treated Benyana, she was pregnant and you held her by the throat and choked her and threw things at her, you disgust me and you have disgusted this clan. Since your mother has since disowned you, I also disown you and you are now the illegitimate bastard of a dead whore with no father and all your honor is being stripped of you.” Drad said before he gestured before Brock was seized and put into the ground and tied up before a blade was brought over and Drad cut his own son’s hair off to take off all the beads and all the braids of glory from his head. 

“Dad please! Please stop! I take it back! I take it all back! I accept Benyana. I accept her gifts and her betrothal.” Brock tried to desperately plead but everyone could tell, his heart was not in it, only his self preservation. 

“You can’t go back and take anything back! The damage and hurt you have inflicted with your own hands can never be healed and never be forgiven!” Drad roared as he yanked his son’s hair to cut it off chunks. 

“No one trusts you, no one respects you! You are worse than our greatest enemies!” Drad insisted as pained tears stung his own eyes as his own heart was breaking. 

“You are lucky I don’t kill you!” Drad threatened as he let the blade rest on the back of Brock’s neck as Brock began to tremble and fear that his life was about to end for good. 

“But death is too good for you! So instead you will be no better than a beast of the field. If you want a roof over your head, build it yourself, if you want food in your belly, you catch it and make it yourself. You will get no help from me, anyone else in my household and definitely not from anyone in my clan, you are not welcome on clan grounds and anyone who helps you is considered unclean and cursed.” Drad announced as his own generals and commanders, the fathers of the very men who had been Brock’s former generals and commanders who were now behind Drad as everyone readily agreed to those terms before Drad had taken most of Brock’s hair off and they let Brock go before Brock gathered his stuff before he was chased off of the clan’s lands, everyone throwing stones at him and chased him into the wilderness onto a small, lone island in the marsh where the mosquitos immediately feasted on him as the flies started to buzz around him and he could do nothing except try to cover himself and sleep on the grasses in the island and mourn for all that he had lost. 

“Why didn’t you just accept her?” Brock whimpered as he hugged himself and rocked himself into fitful sleep because even he could not answer such a question. 

[bloomandcoffee]

Fe3h ABO headcanons

So yesterday I had a lot of fun in the anon meme writing some ABO worldbuilding for FE3H. Some of it was inspired by the amazing @theeeveetamer. I decided to post it here for easier access, and in case anyone wanted to read them/get some inspiration/play in the sandbox.

All questions and comments are welcome!

Let's start shall we?

Faerghus

Faerghus has a tradition to not give a fuck about omegas. Loog was an omega, and all Blaiddyds are as well. Omegas can inherit and can be leaders of their houses or clans. They prize Chivalry and Duty above all else, and with the harsh conditions of Faerghus they can't afford the privilege to dismiss a third of their population. All are trained to fight before they learn how to write, no exceptions. If they want to partake in the battlefield, become part of the royal guard, command armies? They can.

Which means of course Faerghus is the nation expert on omega nature, heats and all subtle intricacies of omegan behavior and its relation with other spectrums. As a nation that values righteous fury and devotion (to the King) Omegas are very prized as well because of their emotions and relentlessness when it comes to protecting their own. This clashes with the other nations and their concept on what is the proper omega behavior. Faerghan omegas find it stiffling to not be openly passionate and determined in the presence of people from the Alliance or the Empire.

Alpha/Omega unions is most desired between crest bearing nobles because they needs the crests (remember The crest of Gautier is the only thing between Faerghus and a Sreng invasion) and a huge litter will up the chances of getting one. But it is far more common outside the nobility for omegas to mate with Betas.

Betas and alphas too are held in high regard, but for different things. There's no hierarchy based on the ABO designation, but on political nobility designation and chivalry.

The Empire has made a long effort to scrub from history the fact that an omega rallied an army, fought the empire head on, and won somewhat successfully. That is, people on the Empire and Leicester (to a lesser degree) belive Loog was an alpha, while it is is common knowledge in Faerghus that Loog was an omega.

Adrestian Empire

The Empire is very conservative with ABO designations. Alphas on top, betas as servants/retainers and omegas ought to be quiet, domestic and be a perfect wife (see Bernadetta).

Omegas cannot inherit Houses, not even if they have crests (See Mercedes' mom) and while it is common knowledge in the Empire that it is not a woman's fault if the child they bear lacks a crest (or is an omega) it is still fairly common to be shunned culturally.

It is fairly recent that the Empire has allowed omegas to enter in fights, though many nobles would first have them married than allow an Omega of the Family join the battlefield and "decrease their value" (because what if they get scars and become undesirable?!), and those that do usually expect the omega to bring home a respectable wellbred mate.

Of course this doesn't mean that the empire never had noteworthy omegas in their ranks, but they easily scrubbed their designation (or outright changed them) when they excelled in fields that were deemed inappropiate. I.e. an omega excelling in the arts was fantastic, but one that excelled in martial arts and warfare was a disaster.

(It also goes the other way around, an alpha that excells in arts but is mediocre in the activities the Empire demands alphas to excell in is a disappointment, and many families have either disinherited their alpha children or tried their best to hide the shame.)

As for alphas, they are on top, call the shots and have all the rights -but so are their responsibilities. They must excel in the areas that the Empire has traditionally viewed as given for alphas like science, politics, diplomacy, warfare, management and such. The field is extremely competitive (alpha women are held to a higher standard because the Empire made the notion that Seiros was an alpha woman, so they all are compared to her) and a perfect manners and form of conduct is expected at all times.

This means of course that the Empire has the leading knowledge on alpha supressors, because they can't have their alphas behave like beasts. They are civilized individuals, the land where Seiros and the four saints lived, they must lead by example!

(There's a black market for omega suppressors as well. It moves better in the lower classes, but has higher profit margin in the businesses in the noble class)

Leicester Alliance

The Alliance being mainly a mercantile and business nation holds Betas in higher regard. Time is money and businesses that get postponed because someone got a heat/rut is money lost. The logistics of the whole thing are a nightmare for merchants, and after the third time a big negotiation or deal got frozen because of the biology of one of the parties some rules just had to be set.

So betas that don't have to get into this biological mess are valuable. Though it is also fairly common for commnfolk to procure alpha and omega suppresants to be able to conduct businesses as well.

The only people that look down on the use of suppresors are some noble families because the willful ingestion of something that impairs your body is not very noblesse obligue. They think it is either addictive like alcohol, or poisonous.

It is not uncommon to hear the rumor that ingesting suppresors will leave you sterile as a means to dissuade noble omegas from consuming them. (Of course that doesn't mean they won't ingest them from time to time when there's one big summit or deal on the line. The excuse of "oh it seems my rut/heat is coming late this time" is fairly common)

Nobles of course employ trusted beta families to close negotiations in their name, and it is a major honor for a beta family to be adopted into the noble family as their main negotiator.

The Alliance also gets a few cultural cues from both Faerghus and Adrestia. Namely that Alphas should be exemplar and omegas should use their passion to excel in the arts (which includes oratory and negotiation), but in all Alliance fashion the reason why they shouldd excel is because they must make up for the time they are impaired to support the Alliance.

Also all nobles should act in a maner befitting to their station, which means of course that alphas are hold to the manners and etiquette standards of Adrestian alphas (but without the help from suppresors) and omegas should be outspoken and passionate but in a diplomatic and well mannered way that doesn't include outbursts or displays that can be considered shameful.

Garreg Mach

Garreg Mach has everyone on suppressors, and is very liberal with contraceptives as well. There is no ABO orientation shaming because everyone is a child of Sothis and the monastery is a refuge for everyone, and those serving within the church or in the Knights of Seiros should be available at all times to reprieve and help those in need. (Of course this is mainly because Nabateans don't have ABO designations and what better way to hide it than to have everyone be the same?)

Because they are not affiliated to the church, it cannot force any of the students on suppresors. However they make it available for anyone who wants to have them, and make the transaction discreet and private. It is not uncommon for students to go to a "confessional" and leave with suppresors.

Of course the Monastery also has repurposed heat rooms and rut rooms, but they aren't many. The academy does ask the students to give their rut/heat schedules to the administration so they can properly manage the heat/rut rooms and avoid inconveniences.

As for some people:

Dimitri is an omega. But what has (and had) the Kingdom worried for a long time was the fact that he hadn't presented at the proper age (13) but at 17. (This of course is related to his extreme PTSD, survivor's guilt and the almost mortal injuries he sustained in Duscur and while saving Dedue) His heats are terribly irregular and painful. There's also the fear that he might be sterile given how late he presented and the issue with his heats. He believes he can't be a proper omega on top of not being able to be a proper prince, and that it is one more sin that has to be added to his shame.

(Of course in full Dimitri fashion, he buried all that self loathing and insecurity behind a princely smile)

Claude is an alpha passing as a beta with the aid of suppressors because he needs all the advantages he can get in the Alliance. No one really knows because he was presented as a Beta in the Alliance. (Judith knows of course, and complains that it is a pain in the ass to procure the exact brand of alpha suppresors because not all of Fodlan's suppresors work on someone that is used to Almyran suppresors). He finds it fascinating the strange cultural concepts pertaining ABO in the different countries and Almyra.

(Almyra does have a respect for omegas, with a myth that mostly resembles that of Amazons. Claude has a laugh when he realizes the fabled amazons live in a cold Kingdom and not a tropical island)

Edelgard is an omega turned alpha by Agarthan experimentation, because Adrestia cannot have an omega emperor. Among the mess of things she has, there's some internalized omegaphobia, and part of her hatred with the church stems from the fact that Seiros was an alpha (and never realizes that the Alpha Seiros thing was all Adrestia propaganda).

Lysithea is an omega turned beta. A failed Agarthan experiment (they wanted alpha) but the Ordelia family still took the small victory because Betas are more valuable in the Alliance. She doesn't care much about ABO, though it stings when an omega she knows goes into heat, and is more worried about curing herself.

Ferdinand is in fact an omega on permanent suppresors who knows very well that the only reason he's Ferdinand von Aegir is because he's the only legitimate heir. His competitive behavior and manners is he overcompensating and an attempt to hide the secret.

(Also because I love the idea of two of the most prominent and greatest minds of the empire being fucked over by Adrestia's ABO expectations)

Lorenz is an alpha born out of Beta and Omega parents, who is trying very much to prove that being an alpha in the Alliance should be an asset instead of a burden. He will stop at nothing to do so, but has a pouch of alpha suppresors that taunt him every night.

Marianne is an omega, but she is on suppresors. Margrave von Edmund justified it by saying that the suppresors helped Marianne's health given that her heats were irregular. But in fact, while her heats were irregular, she has them because her heats react strongly with her crest. It was usual for her to vomit blood or destroy the whole omega heat room. That's also another reason why she's terrified of her crest.

[sm-entertain-me]

Incentive (M)

Contains: Nakamoto Yuta x (f) reader, adult language, sexual themes, smut, striptease, a tiny bit of marking?, unprotected sex (Be smart, be safe), tutor!reader, student!Yuta

Synopsis: You're easily the best tutor in your whole university; professors love your ability to turn even the worst students into straight A prodigies. They're hoping you can do it again with resident problem child Yuta. You accept the challenge, but never dreamed of how difficult he could be. Time to bring in... alternative measures.

(A/N: This is a little long, but I had this dream and it needed to be a thing. Also, this was written by a biochemistry major, so of course it has biology terms. It’s kind of a vehicle for me to brush up on my terminology. But enjoy, nonetheless!)

Papers littered the ground of your dorm room as you pressed your hand tightly to the base of your forehead, sighing silently as you cursed to yourself. Picking your head up, you admired the white ceiling of your room while thinking of how you were possibly going to get your most problemed student to understand basic biology. The head of the Biology department practically begged you to tutor who you think is the most ignorant biology student you had ever seen. He never listened to a word you said, never took any notes, and always rolled his eyes at you whenever you tried to get him to learn about something so simple as the mitochondria being the powerhouse of the cell, something most people have memorized since their elementary or middle school years, respectively. But no, not Yuta. Yuta didn’t care about anything having to do with biology since it was one of his general education requirements that had nothing to do with his major. However, you wouldn’t let someone like Yuta ruin your reputation of being the best tutor on campus. Not that easily, anyway.

“Yuta!” You yelled loudly, trying to get his attention from him scrolling through social media on his phone when you tasked him with working through problems in his textbook. Yuta looked up from his phone and waved you off dismissively, taking his eyes back to his phone and continuing to ignore your pleas of trying to get him to learn something of value. Another eye roll came from you as you pushed yourself off of the ground and walked to the desk where Yuta was sitting, reaching out and grabbing his phone much to his dismay. “Hey!” Yuta called after you as he tried to reach out and take his phone back, you yanking it out of his reach. 

You held the phone tightly to your chest as you leaned to his level, “Tell me how much ATP is produced in Glycolysis and you can get it back.” Much to your surprise, Yuta answered correctly without having to glance at the opened textbook that was already being neglected, “Two, now give it back, princess.” Ah yes, the pet name. He always called you princess no matter how much you hated it. You were here to be professional, not to be hit on by some hunk of a failing biology student. “I’m impressed,” You admitted as you gave the phone back, holding up your end of the bargain. Yuta chuckled to himself as he held his phone, returning his eyes right back to where they were before you had taken it from him, “Of course you are. I’m not stupid, I just need to have a little incentive to do something I don’t want to do.” Incentive, huh? Maybe that’s something you could try on him. But what can you offer him that will make him want to study?

All day you were thinking about ways to help Yuta study, figuring out what kind of things you could do to act as incentive for him to do well on his upcoming exams. He was on the verge of being dropped by the university as a whole, that’s how badly he was doing on his exams. But you weren’t willing to give up on him just yet. So that’s why you had spent so much time thinking of ways to make Yuta try and do well. He was right, he’s not stupid. He’s just not motivated to do any of his work, especially since he doesn’t really have to use his already lessened knowledge of biology anyway. However, you thought of something that might actually appeal to someone like Yuta, and you couldn’t wait to try it out later.

A short series of knocks sounded from your door, followed by a grumble, “It’s Yuta.” “Come in,” You said with a subtle tone of lust, playing up to the new role you decided to try for Yuta’s sake. After a small moment of hesitation and confusion as to why you made your voice so low and sexy, Yuta pushed open the door to your dorm room and nearly dropped his armful of textbooks once he got an eyeful of you. There you stood, in the middle of the room with a tight button down shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans that accentuated every single curve of your legs and ass, clinging to the dips of your calf muscles and pushing your ass up to look its most appealing. You made the decision to tuck your blouse into your pants to give Yuta a better show of your toned midriff, his eyes traversing your whole body and stopping on the most desirable parts of you, gulping harshly.

“Why are you dressed like that? Is it my birthday already?” Yuta asked with a playful tone lacing his words, his eyes starting to darken the longer he stared at your insatiable body. A small chuckle emanated from your lips as you walked over to him, making sure to sway your hips a little more than you usually would, grabbing the books out of his hands and setting them on the bed, “I’ve figured out a way to get you to study better.” Yuta raised his eyebrows and then crossed his arms over his chest, “Oh really? So you think dressing up all sexily and acting like this hot tutor from a porno is going to get me to study better? I hate to break it to you, Y/N, but I think this outfit serves as more of a distraction than a learning tool... But I’m not complaining at how delicious you look in that blouse.” “Just shut up and sit on the bed with me so I can tell you my plan,” You demanded as you plopped down on the head of your bed, waiting for Yuta to join you as directed.

Once Yuta got settled on the bed and pulled out the proper textbook and the little notes he had, he waited for you to give him your spiel on how you were going to make him into this biology prodigy of yours. “See Yuta, I know you hate studying biology. But I figured if you get my questions right, I can show you a little bit of my biology,” You said with a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, ultimately proud of yourself for the play on words and how you managed to come up with that in literally ten seconds. You watched as Yuta’s stature straightened, perking his head up at your proposal and leaning forward slightly with curiosity painted on his face, “What do you mean your biology?” 

“It’s simple, really. You get a question right,” You began, taking your hand and letting it hover over the top of the first button of your blouse, sliding your fingers beneath the button to let it fly. “I’ll lose a button... Sound like something you can handle?” It was Yuta’s turn to smirk at you as his gaze darkened, examining the newly exposed flesh, “Oh I can handle it, princess. The question is, can you?”

“First question,” You started as you skimmed through his notes, thinking of what questions might be on the exam since you hadn’t had Yuta’s current professor for your shot at the biology sequence, highlighting a few questions here and there. “What element is responsible for acting as a carrier in the electron transport chain?” Yuta didn’t even hesitate as his eye flicked to the second button on your blouse, knowing the answer already, “Oxygen.” “Very good,” You praised, a little bit of shock carrying with your words as you weren’t expecting him to get it right. Slowly, you set the book down and reached for the next button, unbuttoning it and loosening the tight fabric that hugged your breasts. Yuta bit down on his lip, his pupils growing wide as he saw the black fabric of your lace bra peeking out from behind your blouse. He was finally starting to appreciate biology, thanks to you.

As time went on, you were really starting to kick yourself for making this deal with Yuta. Who knew that whenever you would offer for him to see your body exposed like this that he would actually get every single question right? Sighing to yourself as you were thinking about how unfair the situation was, you were down to your last button. You managed to pull the blouse over your bra to keep it from Yuta’s prying eyes, but if he got this next question right, you would have no choice but to show him due to you being a woman of your word. “Come on Y/N,” Yuta teased as he inched his body forward. “Ask me a question. I can’t wait to see that lacy bra you have on.” Rolling your eyes at his cockiness, you decided to give him an ultimatum, “If you get this question right, I’ll even take off the bra for you. If you get it wrong, I redress completely and we start over again. Got it?” That’s when Yuta got really excited. Offering to take off both your blouse and your bra? He was sure it was his birthday now.

A nervous sigh came out of your lips as you flipped frantically through your notes, hoping to find a question Yuta wouldn’t know the answer to, but was still relevant to his exam in order to be fair. Yuta watched as you skimmed through his notes, peeking over at you to see what question you would choose to determine if he was going to see you topless or if you were going to be able to redress and start all over again. Hopefully it would be the latter. It’s not that Yuta isn’t attractive, because he’s drop dead gorgeous, it’s that you would have to fall victim to someone who you thought was hopeless when in reality he’s exceptionally smart. 

“Having fun? Because I sure am,” Yuta said with a smirk as he couldn’t help but stare at the tiny bit of fabric that was peeking through your shirt, licking his lips at the thought of you taking it off for him. You only glared at his comment when you looked up from his notes, ready to punch him for how goddamn cocky he was. You wanted nothing more than to take him down a notch, and this last question sure had the potential to do that.

“Since you think you’re so smart, answer this. Where do the processes of Glycolysis and the Calvin Cycle occur?” You asked him, setting the notebook down triumphantly as you noticed he hadn’t written down anything relative to where the processes occur, which is actually pretty important because it dictates where the molecules go when they enter a cell. You watched as Yuta’s eyes widened, him not being sure about his answers and the mental image of you being topless in front of him beginning to escape. “That’s not fair!” Yuta complained as his jaw tightened, frustrated at the fact you asked him a question that only people who really studied the organelles of the cell would know. Shrugging dismissively at his cries, you began to button your blouse back up, “I’m just trying to prepare you for your test. But if you can’t answer, that’s on you.” Then Yuta’s expression changed as he grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your buttons as he let the correct answers leave his tongue, “Glycolysis happens in the cytosol, the Calvin Cycle happens in the mitochondria. Now strip for me, babygirl.”

With eyes wide, you felt your hands go limp. How the hell did he know something that specific? And since when did he become a good liar about not knowing anything about the cell? You were convinced that his was all part of his plan to get you naked, but you couldn’t remain in your thoughts too long as Yuta’s fingers fondled the last button that rested just above your beltline. “Don’t worry,” Yuta whispered huskily as he unbuttoned the last button, reaching his hands onto your shoulders to help you out of your blouse, “I’ll help you.” As you are a woman of your word, you let Yuta’s hands roam your arms as he slid the tight fabric off of your body, watching the way it slumped behind you as his hands traced small circles on your back to play with the back of your bra. The way Yuta was looking into your eyes brought out something in you that you weren’t sure you were used to.

“Y/N,” His voice rang out to you, waving his hand in front of your face. Blinking a couple times to bring you back into reality, your eyes met with Yuta’s as he looked at you with a genuine concern. “You can tell me to stop.” Instead of agreeing for him to stop, you simply shook your head and placed his hands underneath your bra, “I don’t want you to.” He tilted his head at you with confusion, wondering how you were so receptive to his sexual advances since they’ve always seemed to repulse you in the past, but he continued nevertheless. His hands were soft against your skin as he plucked the back of your bra, unhooking it with ease and dragging the straps down to peel it off of you. You watched the way his eyes lit up when he saw just how perky your nipples were, him licking his lips as he instinctively pressed his mouth onto them, closing his lips around the sensitive peaks. 

Yuta made sure to continue pleasuring you, licking and sucking all around your breasts and nibbling lightly on your areolas, shuddering at the lewd sounds you made whenever he licked a particular spot. When he seemed satisfied with his work, he pulled his lips off of your nipple after placing a soft kiss in the valley between your breasts, looking up at you with eyes filled to the brim with lust. “Lay down for me,” Yuta demanded, still tending to the needs of your taut nipples with calculated pinches and rolling them in between his fingers. Nodding slowly, you allowed Yuta to place his hands in between your naked breasts and push you down to rest your head on the soft pillows beneath you. 

Instead of ravaging your body then and there, something Yuta has been known to do from the rumors flying around campus, he admired the way your face looked as your pupils were beginning to dilate at his presence, the way your cheeks were slowly heating up as he stared longingly at your half naked body, and the way your chest rose and fell steadily from the nervousness creeping up your spine. Yuta smiled softly, not expecting him to have that kind of look, as he leaned down on top of you, holding himself up to stare down at you before taking his hand and stroking your cheek lightly. You looked up at him with a curiosity of your own but were only met with Yuta’s lips colliding with yours, a sweet moan springing free from the contact. 

It didn’t take long for you to melt into his grasp, snaking your hands up the small peaks and valleys of his back until you reached his dark brown locks, taking a little bit and wrapping them around your fingers to tug lightly at him. Yuta’s lips parted slightly to let a moan fall into your mouth before his tongue slid into you to find your pink muscle, the both of you wrestling for dominance. “Yuta,” You spoke breathlessly, pulling away from him to catch your breath and calm your hormones. Yuta’s eyes were hooded in perfect bliss as he stared down at you, a devilish grin remained on his lips, “Yes?” You wanted to say something, but you were in no state of mind to form words, opting to yank him back to kiss you, this time more hungrier than the last.

As the kiss was beginning to deepen, Yuta’s hands found your hips and pinned them to the mattress below you, pressing himself against your steadily heating core to elicit a symphony of moans. The way he grinded his hips against your clothed core was driving you insane, wanting nothing more than to raise your hips up ever so slightly to meet his for more stimulation, but falling victim to his surprisingly strong grip that would surely leave bruises the next day. “Fuck,” Yuta grumbled against your lips as he stroked himself against you, you gripping harshly at the clothed flesh of his back, determined to leave red streaks down his back. You let your fingernails rake against his skin, Yuta arching his back upward and biting his lip to keep his groans down, looking back at you with a smirk, “If you do that again, I have no choice but to fuck you until you’re shaking.” On instinct, you dug your nails into his honeyed skin and raked them against his back, a look of pure innocence contained on your face as you acted like you had done nothing wrong. That was it.

Just as you were a woman of your word, Yuta was surely a man of his. Yuta’s eyes shot open from the delicious burning marks you had given him not once, but twice. His tongue darted out from his mouth as he gave his lips a swift lick before kissing his way down your stomach to the top of your black slacks, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he undid the button with his tongue, taking the cold zipper into his mouth and dragging it down to reveal the lace panties that happened to match the bra you were wearing. You eyed Yuta questioningly as he began to nip and lick at your inner thighs while slipping you out of both your pants and panties, looking up at you with bedroom eyes before saying, “Just know, I tried to warn you.” After his comment, he dove in between your thighs to press his tongue flat against your clit, sucking harshly on the nub.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You screeched up at the ceiling as you tried to pull Yuta’s mouth off of your clit, Yuta only grabbing onto your thighs and forcing them to separate as he continued to eat you out like it was his last meal. You swore you could feel Yuta chuckle as his tongue was lapping up all the juices that flooded out of you from the rush of euphoria pulsing through your veins, occasionally pulling his tongue out of your slick walls to tease at your clit. He really knew was he was doing as his grip on your thighs tightened, pressing them firmly against the mattress as he dove nose deep inside of you, never lessening his speed as he could feel your walls clench around his tongue. “Yuta!” You cried out as you felt your orgasm crash over you, white heat spreading to your fingertips as Yuta continued to lick his way into you.

After a few more flicks of his tongue, Yuta pulled his face out from between your legs and smirked at you, the sight of his chin dripping with your arousal causing your walls to clench around nothing just from how delicious he looked. Satisfied with your mind blowing orgasm at the hands, er, tongue of Yuta, you allowed your body to rest into the sheets until you felt Yuta’s hands on your waist, looking up at him to see him completely naked and getting ready to settle in between your thighs. Yuta only chuckled at the way you looked up at him with big doe eyes, “I told you, I’m not stopping until you’re shaking.” 

The way Yuta filled you up was slightly painful, pushing you to your limits as you had to bite down tightly on your lip to distract your mind from the painful yet completely satisfying sensation going on in between your legs. It was nice of Yuta to give you small strokes so you could get used to him, but the pace he set on your battered walls was anything but. The minute you looked the littlest bit relaxed for him, he threw your legs on his shoulders and began to pound unforgivingly inside of you, snapping his hips harshly in order to smack his pelvis against yours. Sounds of skin on skin mixed with the lewd sound of your arousal coating his cock as it squelched inside of you was animalistic, just like the pace at which Yuta began to pound you so far into your mattress that you were convinced he was determined to make an imprint of your body underneath him. 

Yuta’s name was being screamed at all different pitches; low, high, tenor, alto, screeching. All of it was music to Yuta’s ears as he grabbed your ankles harshly, forcing them higher above his shoulders so that your ass was off of the bed so he could pound even deeper into you. As he did this, the head of his cock slid deliciously against the spot that had you rolling your eyes in the back of your head and had your mouth permanently pried open to vocally express your delights of taking Yuta’s cock. “Fuck you look so good,” Yuta admitted as he grit his teeth, snapping his hips the hardest they would go inside of you to pull you into your second orgasm. You were a complete mess underneath him as you were clawing at his back, pushing him further into you, “You feel so good! I’m so close, Yuta!” That forced Yuta to become completely unhinged as he gripped at the headboard above you, lifting himself off of the mattress to plow into you, the headboard slamming against the wall in response to his carnal need to fuck you into oblivion.

Your orgasm washed over you again, causing your walls to pulse violently around Yuta’s impressive cock, pulling him deeper inside of you. “Yuta! Yes, Yuta!” You groaned out as you arched your back against Yuta’s hot body, feeling the thin layer of sweat drip onto your pelvic area as he chased your high with his own. Yuta’s mouth hung open as he moaned out your name, his hands gripping at your hips to keep you still as he filled you to the brim with his cum, some of it dripping out of you and sliding down your core to meet with the sheets. “God... damn,” Yuta breathed out as his grip loosened from your hips, looking down to see the tiny bruises from how harshly he held you down from your intense study session. You smiled shyly up at him as he gave you small strokes to ride out his high, but not too hard that he would pull you into overstimulation. You did, after all, get put through two completely astronomical orgasms, and he figured that was enough to prove his point.

As Yuta pulled out of you, he watched the way his cum was sliding out of you, looking down at you with a slight panic, “Shit, I really filled you up. Do you have a towel or something?” Nodding tiredly from the exhausting fucking Yuta put your through, you simply pointed to your laundry basket at the edge of the room, Yuta springing into action and grabbing the white towel to clean you up properly. Once he had the towel in his hand, he pressed the velvety soft fabric against your legs and ran it up to your core, careful not too put to much pressure in case you were still feeling the ache from his slight manhandling. 

You smiled at Yuta’s carefulness, him looking up to catch you staring as he wiped the remnants of his cum off of your thighs. He seemed genuine as he tended to your needs, returning your soft smile, “What?” Sighing as you pushed yourself up on the bed to rest against the pillows, you crossed your arms playfully, “You better get an A on that exam.” Yuta chuckled as he discarded the towel on the floor, “Of course I’m going to get an A, you just have to promise me to have these study sessions every day. You know, for learning purposes.” Shrugging your shoulders with a sly smile, “I guess I can clear my schedule for my best student.”

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In Service Of The Queen

SPN FanFic

~Crowley stops by his old Throne Room to try to form an alliance with the new Queen of Hell and finds an unexpected treat.~

Abaddon x reader, Crowley x reader

1,645 Words

Warnings; NSFW. slave!reader, collared!reader, Oral all around.

A/N: Something a little different for ya... Hope you enjoy!

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Stilettos clicked on the stone floor, echoing like tiny bursts of thunder down the dark hallway. Shadows lurked, strange shapes cast by torches nailed to the walls like in some medieval castle. Strange how this place could look so much like Hell but be plopped down in the middle of a commercial building complex on Earth, with no one around any the wiser. Crowley was an asinine, spineless pencil-pusher, but he did have a few good ideas.

Abaddon wound the leather strap around her fist and gave a tug; Y/N was lagging behind a bit too much. She didn’t look back, but Abaddon didn’t have to, she knew her slave was following as she’d been trained too: on her hands and knees, head down, eyes glued to her Mistress’ heels.

With a flick of her free hand, Abaddon opened the door to the Throne Room and Y/N scurried along behind her.

“Well, this is new.”

Abaddon halted her entrance as Crowley’s voice rang through the room. She let out a sigh but her teeth clenched and her upper lip twitched in annoyance.

“What are you doing here, Crowley?” She spat his name like it burned her tongue; a speck of grizzle unfit to swallow.

Crowley stood slowly, lifting himself from the ornate chair and adjusting his suit coat as he tipped his head to look at Y/N. “I came to take my throne back,” he said with a smirk, “but seems like I'm interrupting something.” He gave a little wave to the leather-bound woman on her knees and she shivered. “Tell me, since when do Knights of Hell keep pets?”

Abaddon yanked Y/N’s leash and the slave fell forward onto her hands again, palms slapping the stone floor. “Since I found myself a perfect, mindless little cumslut.” Bright red lips spread into an evil smile as she looked down at her pet.

“Is that right?”

“It is. Now get out.”

Crowley held up his hands in surrender, his dark eyes lingering over Y/N’s naked form. “Hold on, love,” he said calmly, perching on the edge of the throne and running a finger over his lips. “I came here to fight, but this is interesting. Tell me more.”

His desire for Y/N was as thick as fog in the cold room, and Abaddon sneered at his display. She crossed her arms, leather coat pulling tight across her shoulders, and calculated her next moves.

She softened her gaze and cocked a flirtatious brow. “Get off my throne and I’ll show you.”

Crowley clicked his tongue and set his hands on the armrests. “I’ll get off...my throne... just because I'm curious.” He pushed upwards and stood, taking a few steps across the empty floor.

Abaddon sighed and pulled Y/N along behind her, waving Crowley off. “Whatever. You bore me. Crowley. You should go before I make you.”

A taste of her power shot through the air and nudged Crowley’s suited shoulder ever so slightly. He stumbled back a step and spoke quickly, keeping the fear out of his gravelly voice.  

“You do know that Dean Winchester is in possession of the First Blade, don’t you?”

Abbodon tossed her head back as she laughed, red locks dancing like fire against her black jacket. “And?”

Crowley stepped forward. “And he's going to kill you.”

Y/N sat back on her heels, head bowed, hands on her thighs, silently waiting for a command as her Mistress spun around and sat on her throne. The leash hung off the armrest, swinging gently as Abaddon let it go.

The demon sat forward, hatred dripping from her tongue. “Do you know what I'm going to do to that pathetic human once I catch him?”

Crowley frowned and gave a shrug. “Kill him? Rip his liver out and use it as a bath bomb?”

“Oh, no,” she grinned. “I'm going to break him.” Her left hand found Y/N’s leash and pulled, winding the thin strip of leather around her fist as she spoke. “I’m going to erase everything that he is, shove my little hand up his tight, plump ass and make him sing.” She shook with rage, her eyes wide and wild. “And then, I’ll put him on a leash and make him worship my feet.”

“Dean Winchester?” Crowley laughed loudly and mockingly. “Good luck,” he spat and then turned his eye back to Y/N. “Although, you seem to have done a good job with this one. She hasn't moved or made a sound this whole time. I'm loathed to say I’m impressed.”

The sin of pride crept over Abaddon’s pale face and her lip curled into a sly smile, temporarily distracted. “Would you like to see what she can do?”

Crowley nodded. “Love to.”

“Come.” With a swift tug, Y/N was back on her hands and knees, crawling the short distance to sit before Abaddon. The demon unhooked her leash, leaving the tight collar snug around the slave’s neck, and stood up to pull down her skin-tight black jeans.

Smooth, milky skin appeared as the denim fell and Crowley found himself infuriatingly intrigued by the soft patch of red down between Abaddon’s thighs.

“Nice pussy,” he quipped.

Abaddon sat down and spread her legs, hooking her knees over the armrests. “Thanks. I stole it.”

After a shared smirk, Abaddon snapped her fingers and Y/N moved forward, bare knees scraping on the stone steps as she took her place. “Make me cum, slave.”

There was no kindness, no romance, just the echoing command from her Mistress, but Y/N obeyed, slowing acting out her training. She began at her Mistress’ feet, greedily kissing her way upwards until the heavy musk of the demon’s arousal called to her.

Crowley watched with growing interest as Y/N dove in, a sheen of wetness dripping down from her naked cunt. Each thrust of her tongue made her ass shake and gave Crowley a peek of the delicate, shining flesh.

“That’s it,” Abaddon praised dryly, her teeth grit and her eyes dark. “Right. There.”

It was quick and loud; Abaddon’s voice raising to bounce off the stones as she came, giving her slave a treat.

A pat on the head was all the thanks she gave and Abaddon pushed Y/N away as she stood up and set her hands on her hips.

“Well?”

Crowley let out a quick but heavy sigh. “I am impressed. She seems very well trained.”

“She is.” Abaddon curled a single finger beneath Y/N’s chin and the slave’s eyes rolled back in bliss at the simple touch. “I took out all her silly thoughts and gave her only one to dwell on. Me. She does whatever I ask and she does it well.”

Crowley shifted on his feet and licked his lip, staring intently at Y/N’s rock hard nipples. “Anything?”

“Anything.” Abaddon hooked her finger around Y/N’s collar and tugged, forcing her to walk on her knees across the stone. “Would you like to take her for a spin?”

Crowley smiled and dropped his hands to his zipper, sliding it down with a flamboyant turn of his wrist. “That’s very generous of you. I’d love to try her.”

“Go,” Abaddon commanded, shoving her slave towards Crowley. “Show him what an obedient cumslut you are.”

Hazy-eyed with lust, Y/N crawled to her charge, stopping at his highly polished shoes. She looked up and Crowley pulled his ample cock from his trousers, letting it lay flat against his leg. Her eyes flew to the beautiful piece and Crowley could see her mouth water; a drop of spit slipping from the corner of her slack mouth.

“Go on, pet,” he whispered gruffly. “Show me your talents.”

Y/N opened her mouth fully and a perfect pink tongue rolled out. She pressed it gently against Crowley’s cock and quickly brought him to life using only her mouth and the delicious moans she made gagging around him. She was swift in her duties and never tiring, bobbing up and down on his cock like a mindless machine; eyes white slits, mouth full of fluids, throat tight and cradling.

Crowley grabbed the back of her head and Y/N went still, her mouth a tight ring as he fucked into her, snapping his hips against her face.

“Oh, she is good,” he growled, pulling away and fisting his throbbing cock with one thick hand. He jerked the tip, aiming for Y/N’s swollen lips and exposed tongue, and grunted loudly as he came, shooting hot ropes across her face and tits.

Crowley staggered a moment, knees weakening as his blood flow readjusted. He looked down at the mess he’d made and sucked his teeth. “Clean yourself up.”

Y/N nodded in blissful obedience and began to obey, scooping up his offering with two fingers and on them hard until she was clean.

Crowley tucked himself away as Abaddon came to retrieve her pet, guiding her once more by the collar to sit at her feet.

“That was lovely, Abaddon. Thank you for your… hospitality.”

Her annoyance had returned and she shot a malicious glance at Crowley. “Glad you enjoyed yourself. Now leave.”

Smug and needing to align himself with her despite his hate, Crowley held up a find and shook his head. “There is still… if you’ll remember, the matter of The Blade…”

Abaddon rolled her eyes and sat back on the throne, waving a dismissive hand. “Fine… talk.”

Y/N sat back on her heels and waited to be used again. The demonic planning taking place in front of her made little sense to her slave mind. The plan to trap and betray Dean Winchester didn’t phase her at all. There was nothing in the world for her to worry about except making Mistress happy.

And she did her best.

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Edenbrook’s Picture day | Ethan Ramsey x MC( Geli Melun)

Author’s note: Hey all. So I want to say that this fanfic is inspired by Naruto’s genin picture day and honestly, I believe more people are in Dr. Ramsey’s diagnostics team, but well... many things can happen. By the way, this fic was in my drafts months ago and I just found it. Anyway, enjoy ❤️❤️

Warning: Rough stuff, a bit NSFW, mentioning of smoking, alcohol, deaths, assaults

Words: 2000+

Tags: @lilyofchoices @lady-kato ( I am sure you would like this 😏😏) @buzz-bee-buzz @furiouscloddonutpeanut @mfackenthal @a-i-n-a-a-s-h @choicesfactor @universallypizzataco @isabella-choices if you want to be tagged/ removed. LMK

Thumbnail is from Naruto Shippuden

“ Interns, residents , attendings , today’s an Edenbrook’s Picture day! Hope y’all are prepared for it.” Naveen was standing in the middle of hospital’s main entrance while waves of doctors and interns threaten to crush Naveen, Harper and Ethan. Ethan pinched the area between his eyes as Naveen announced what day it is. Until this day he remembers his embarrassing photos with Naveen and Diagnostics Team. He shook his thought away and focused at one person in particular: Geli Melun. Geli didn’t paid any attention to Naveen’s announcement or how other people looked at her. She paid attention to one particular person who got her heart: Ethan Ramsey. They kept their relationship secret for around 4 months now. In hospital they acted like nothing is between then, even it hurts inside, but outside the hospital, they were making each other scream, moan, releasing their bottled up feelings. Naveen looked at the interns who paid attention to new interns.

“ Now, first team who goes to take a picture is...” Everyone raised an eyebrow, curious. Ethan looked at old man, impatient.

“ Enough with cliff hangers, Naveen. Tell us which team goes first and that’s it and please, don’t waste our precious time.” Naveen shook his head and grinned.

“ As always, impatient. Ethan boy, you have to learn patience. Take an example from my grand- protege Geli. She is patient and doesn’t rush to live her life to fulfil her purpose. While you keep rushing living your life, so slow down a bit, son.” Ethan, full of embarrassment painted on his face, turned his head away, avoiding glances from Naveen and other interns. A group of interns laughed at Ethan while others shook their heads. Geli giggled at the man who just got embarrased by his mentor. Naveen coughed before resuming.

“ As I was saying, first team who goes take a group picture is Diagnostics team.” Naveen looked at Ethan. Ethan composed himself after embarrassing moment. He knew that his team came first, even he wanted his team to be last.

“ Ethan, do your honours and lead your team to a room where a photographer will wait for your team.” Ethan nodded and went to an empty room. While passing through wave of interns, he grabbed Geli’s arm roughly and took her there. She yelped while Ethan tried to keep stoic look on his face. Her friends gave an encouraging nod, mouthing ‘ Good luck’ at her. She smirked at them and turned her focus at Ethan.

“ Dr. Ramsey, I don’t need babysitting. I can get there myself.” Ethan stopped and turned his eyes at Geli, full of fire and annoyance in his eyes. That was the moment when she realised that she made a mistake saying those words. His grip tightened on her arm.

“ Don’t need babysitting?” He asked her rhetorically “ Don’t you remember last year’s Picture Day? You were 10 minutes late and what was your excuse? ' I was lost!' So I am bringing you with a grip on your arm. You like it or not, we will get there in time.” Geli shook her head, disagreed with his decision.

“ What about others looking at us? Didn’t we agree to keep professional appearances in the hospital? “ He scoffed and continued to walk, dismissing her. In 3 minutes they’ve approached the wooden doors who lead to the empty room. Ethan opened a door, pushed her inside. Geli yelped at his more tightened grip, a bit of pain going through her nerves.

“ Geez I really don’t need headstart when it comes to entering into rooms, doctor Ramsey” emphasis of ‘ doctor’ got into Ethan’s thick skin. Ethan closed the door, released his hand from her arm. Geli looked at his eyes as Ethan slowly took steps towards her. She took couple of steps back as he cornered her. He roughly grabbed her chin and raised it to meet his eyes. Geli gulped, fearing of him. He grinned at her devilishly.

“ Love your stubbornness and resistance, but...” he raised his hand a bit, roughly stroking her cheek. “ How you addressed me with emphasis offended me a lot.” He crashed his lips into her neck, leaving bite marks on her neck. Geli released a small moan as his bites trailed up to her right ear.

“ But don’t worry about that. Daddy Ethan will teach you some manners.” He tugged her ear as his hands trailed from her cheeks down to exposed part of her neck. Sudden crash in the hall broke the kiss, straightening them both. He leaned to whisper her in the ear as she straightened his hair for a photo. His hand touched her other arm, giving a gentle squeeze.

“ After your shift meet me at the office. There I will teach you a painful lesson." His grip tightened a bit on her arm, causing her to yelp a bit in pleasure. She gave a teasing smile at him.

“ I understand, Dr. Ramsey. I will try not to be late.” He loosened a grip on her, beamed at her before preparing for a photo. An old photographer entered a room with a Canon camera around his neck.

“ Alright lovebirds, stand in the middle of this white background.” Waving his hand at the direction of white wall. Ethan stood behind Geli as photographer prepared camera for a photo. She looked at Ethan who seemed desperate to keep his tough facial expression intact. A photographer shoot thumbs up at them as he put a black blanket on his head.

“ Say ‘ cheese’ “ Geli bended down a bit, her ass leaning into his croach, giving two ‘ peace’ signs at the other sides. Ethan was stunned at first, but he caught her idea instantly. He smiled at the camera, looking down at her as his hands automatically dropped on her hips. Rays of light came from camera, blinding them both as they smiled at the camera, putting feelings into one photo. As photographer took a blanket from his head, he approached to them and showed a picture of them smiling. Geli squeaked out of happiness while Ethan looked at happy woman, pleased with the picture.

“ You guys look great together. Great chemistry in one picture.” Geli looked at photographer as Ethan nodded in approval.

“ I think this year’s picture is best from all. Don’t you think, Etha- ehm Dr. Ramsey?” Ethan’s glance moved from picture to Geli.

“ Yes, Dr. Melun. Like I said, after your shift, swing by my office. There I will show you Diagnostics Team pictures from my intern year up to now and of course, teach you a lesson.” As his pager beeped, he nodded and burst out of the room. Geli thanked a photographer for taking a beautiful picture and took a shortcut to Nurse’s station.

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At the end of her shift, she went to Dr. Ramsey’s office. Softly knocking the wooden door as he called out. Entering his office she noticed many pictures on his desk as he reviewed them. He waved a hand at her to take a seat close to him. She took a seat and picked one picture of young Ethan in intern scrubs and Naveen looking in his forties. Naveen was smiling in the picture as Ethan looked grumpy and shy. Ethan leaned a bit and pointed his face. Apparently Naveen’s team was made of five people and Ethan was standing next to Naveen in the left.

“ That’s me in my first year of internship.” Geli raised an eyebrow. He was so young and handsome, but grumpy and shy she thought to herself.

“ So Diagnostics team was made of five people 10 years ago?” Ethan nodded in response.

“Wow... lots of stuff changed compared to now. What happened to other people?” Ethan sighted, trying to remember reasons of them leaving. He really didn't wanted to revive people he once respected from the graves, but this might have teach Geli a lesson.

“ That guy on the bottom left was Dr. William Wilson. From what I remember, he left Diagnostics team because of lung cancer. He smoke a lot and we didn’t knew that he had that toxic habit.” Geli’s eyes popped out as Ethan shook his head.

“ I don’t understand how one of best Diagnostics teams in the world didn’t realise or found out about it. That’s a mystery to me. I mean you could smell a terrible smell from his breathing or mouth.” Ethan closed his eyes. Until now he felt embarrased for not finding out why William smoked cigarettes.

“ He was a clever doctor. He masked his smell by chewing mint gum or applying strong cologne. But let’s move on to other doctors. That woman who stood in the right side besides Naveen was Dr. Johanna Valentine.” A blonde woman looked very beautiful to Geli and her smile radiated a whole picture. Her classical beauty could make men fall on their knees like Geli could. Geli was starring at her while Ethan cleaned his throat.

“ She left Edenbrook to work in the other hospital after one incident with patient. Due to her beauty and being very desirable, one patient tried to sexually assault her, but when I heard screams, I ran as fast as I could and...” a tear appeared in his eyes. Geli reached for his face, wiping his tear away. He quietly thanked her.

“ ... and I punched that man into his face and his couple of teeth fell out. I freed her from his grip and called out security to restrain that patient. Since that incident what I heard is that she left the hospital and that’s it.” Geli wiped another set of tears from his eyes away. Ethan took a deep breath to calm his thoughts and memory of that incident.

“ Wow... she was strong. If not thanks to you, Ethan, I don’t know how it would’ve ended it.” Ethan took her hand from his face, kissed each of her knuckles. Geli leaned in and sweetly kissed his lips. He putted a picture away as his hands wrapped around her waist, kissing her back gently and tenderly. She pulled out to catch her breath, smirking.

“ So, on the right bottom besides you who is that young, handsome male?" She pointed that young man’s face. Ethan smiled while looking at his old rival and friend.

“ That is my old friend and rival Dr. Hendrik Petrikov. Me and him used to rival a lot like who is going to be number one in Diagnostics team. Despite work rivalry we became drinking buddies and used to talk a lot about out lives or what we did today. One day, when Naveen announced that Hendrik was leaving America to go to live in Switzerland, left a scar inside my heart. But after five years when I met him in conference in Miami, he became a different person, not old Henrik I once knew years before.” Geli gently stroked his hair as he leaned into her touch.

“ How do you keep going with many scars inside your heart? Dolores’s death left a huge impact to your confidence already.” Ethan held a breath for a bit. He reached for her face, gently stroking it and looked at her eyes.

“ You. You are healing my scars and helping me with pain. Somehow you’ve captured my heart and healing it. You are my cure, Geli. Thanks to you, you’ve saved Naveen from death. Thanks to you, you broke my walls completely and made me a man I am today. I love you, Geli.” He smashed his lips to hers. His kisses became hungrier, full of lust. They pulled away, breathless as they touched their foreheads together. Geli teasingly grinned

“ What happened to a promise for rough lesson, Dr. Ramsey?” Ethan gently removed strands of her cooper hair.

“ I spare you from punishment for now, but...” He pulled away his head from her forehead as he grabbed a piece of her hair and roughly tugged it so she would look at his light blue eyes.

“ If I catch you misbehaving in front of me, I will tie you up on my desk and you will have a hard time walking after I will be done, understood?” She nodded, full of tease in her eyes. He released part of her hair from his grip.

“ Good and remember that you are mine. Not some other intern’s or scalper jockey’s. You are mine and mines only, understood?” She nodded, but this answer didn’t satisfied him. He gently lifted up her chin, looking at her.

“ Don’t make me repeat myself. Do you understand, Rookie?” She gulped, speechless as he tug her ear, making her release small moan.

“ Yes, Dr. Ramsey.” He pulled his lips away from her ear and looked at her.

“ You know, you remind me of Johanna and old Hendrik a bit. Both in beauty and spirit.”

“Really, Dr. Ramsey?” He nodded, hinting her a feeling of nostalgia.

“ Oh. Glad I remind you of people you once cared and cherished.” She smiled at him warningly as she stood up from his chair.

“ Oh and two more things.” She turned to see him, curious.

“ One thing is that you will have a picture of us framed. Another thing is that you will dream of me. Could you promise me those two things?” She shoot a billion mega watt smile and nodded at him.

“ I promise, Dr. Ramsey.” With that she left his office. Part of her wasn't statisfied that he didn't punished her, but she found out dark past of original Diagnostics team. This enlightened her and got to know Ethan deeper. Despite this, she would always cheerish and love him like she always do.

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The Fallen, 8/17

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 8/17.

Pairings: Nine x Rose.

A/N: Tagging @thebookster on her demand.

“We've all fallen, but at the same time we're not broken. There is the hint that we are going to get up again.” - Amy Lee.

CHAPTER 8:

“So, you’re fresh from the war. Damaged. Broken. Shattered. And you meet that girl. Rose Tyler. She’s showing you that life is worth fighting for. Traveling with her makes you feel alive again. Until her life is threatened. You sacrifice yourself for her to life.” “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.” Nash shrugged. She had to pretend that she couldn’t understand the beauty of such a sacrifice. The concept of giving a life to save another should have been unknown to her as an assassin. Giving a life to save the one of the persons you loved was out of her reach though. She never had the chance to meet her soulmate but she had people she would die for. “But it doesn’t go as planned. You feel something is wrong…” “No, that’s not how it went. I just realised I didn’t want to leave her or my ship.” “Your time machine.” “Oh, she’s so much more than a time machine.” “A space ship.” “You’re so far from the truth.” “Anyway, the Doctor was gonna change into another man…” “Yep. And I was gonna die. And I had that irrational and universal thought that I wasn’t ready to die, that there was more to live. I made the wish to be sent back on Earth to stay around the woman I love.” “Even unsure that she would follow you?” “She was left with a new man. She trusted me, my daft old face… He certainly was prettier and younger and funnier to make a perfect match with her but he still remained a stranger. What would you have done?” No response. “I wanted to stay in her life but I woke up in Manchester with that deep conviction that something was wrong.” “Because you sensed that you had half of that Bad Wolf left in your mind.” “And since I could feel the other half around, it meant Rose still had it in hers.” “Which could be fatal to both of you.” “You’ve got it.” “So that Bad Wolf has quite amazing abilities. Meaning you’re some kind of superhuman now. You’ve got the control of Time and you can change whatever you want to. You’re also a telepathic being and you can access people’s mind and create a real mess in there. Change someone’s history, create false memories or erase it all.” “That’s not exactly how it works. There are rules.” “Who cares for the rules when you’re that powerful?” “I have a consciousness. So does the Bad Wolf. You can’t use its power for personal or evil purposes. Time Lords made the rules. They engraved it in their genetic codes. Anyone meddling with Time would go mad.” “Time Lords are megalomaniac. How could they not go against the rules?” “Oh, some have tried. And they paid the price.” “What about you?” “I ran away from home as soon as I could. Their philosophy wasn’t for me. I had my own dreams.” “What now?” “I intend to leave this place, find my Rose and survive this almost human life. Quite boring, I know.” “And the Bad Wolf?” “I only possess a part of its power. I can’t do much. Need my other half to be able to really do something with that power. Unless…” The Doctor voluntarily chose to stop his sentence there, to show a hesitation. Nash would get more curious if he wasn’t giving her all the answers. Or pretending to giving her the answers. He couldn’t forget that she was manipulated by Jeremy Backfire and that his goals weren’t clear enough. No need to give him what he desired by mistake. Better not give them Rose and the other half of the Wolf. He would die protecting them. Dying was exactly the card he was gonna play. So far, the Wolf and him had worked together but he was always in charge, except for some incidents that had happened now and then. The Wolf was remaining hidden for its own safety. I t was just fixing the damages Nash was creating to its human shell when she was done. He would have died a long time ago without this power, which ironically was also killing him. “Unless what? Is there another card you wanna play? You think that talking all the way through that session will save your ass? We can’t even tell what’s true and what’s not.” “It’s up to you to believe me or not. But just so you know, I am fully human and humans can’t handle the power currently stuck in my head.” “Which means?” “I’m slowly dying. The power is burning everything in me and you’re speeding the process up with your methods.” Nash smirked. Maybe she believed him and was concerned for him deep down, but on the outside, she had to act like she didn’t. She had to pretend it was a trick when the doctor inside her wanted to check his words and save him. She couldn’t see it, the power burning his mind and causing rage fits and complete blackouts when he was alone in his cell. He was holding on pretty well so far but he didn’t have much time left. They would realise it soon enough. “Nice try, Doctor.” That new voice turned his blood to ice. Jeremy had been there all along the session and had witnessed their exchange. That explained why she was so tensed and acting like the Quiston Assassin she had once been. Well, you never ceased to be an assassin. You just learnt how to hide this part deep inside you. The Doctor was well placed to know that. Jeremy was done with these games. Now was the time for round two. If the Doctor didn’t want to say the truth, he was gonna talk to his other self, the one he was keeping hidden all the time, and there was only one way to force him out. He came in the room and dismissed Nash who obeyed wordlessly. He pushed the machine to the maximum. However, the Doctor was strong and he resisted. Him and his Wolf were a powerful team. Powerful enough for Jeremy to fly off the handle. The yellow room wasn’t enough. He had to hit harder. The Doctor was breathless. All his body was suffering from the electricity that had just gone through it. He laughed in Jeremy’s face instead of complaining and raging. He was rewarded with a punch in the face. It added more to his physical pain but didn’t affect his mood. He was determined not to let Jeremy win, no matter the cruel things he had in mind to torture him. It was certain that he wouldn’t like them at all. Jeremy was furious. He turned around, opened a drawer and pulled out a needle. He checked the label on it. They had invented a special mix for him. One that wouldn’t wear off in the minutes that followed the injection. One that would keep him awake but unable to move or speak or think. The fluid was injected straight in his jugular vein and slowly followed the course of blood to spread in his whole body until there was nothing of him that could react to Jeremy’s threats. When the Doctor was completely paralysed, Jeremy called a bunch of his subjects to transfer the patient in another room he had never seen before. It looked like an OR, with red walls. There was a metallic table in the centre where he was strapped down. He couldn’t move at all but they were taking no risk. His head was placed in a surgical vice? All around him, the walls and furniture were immaculate, sterilised. There was a whole collection of tools for surgery, all perfectly sterile and waiting to be used on a new Guinea pig. Behind the strong smell of bleach, there was the smell of terror, of blood, of urine. Many had been taken there before him and many had suffered from irremediable damages. Today, the Doctor was gonna get familiar with the red room. Here, they weren’t gonna flood his brain with electricity. They were gonna go further. They were gonna explore the brain itself, for real. Jeremy Backfire was nowhere close to being a neurologist. That was gonna be a disaster. “Well, Doctor, it’s about time we use brand new methods. Forget about the soft ones Nash was using on you. Now, I’m taking the control of your case.” Jeremy slipped a finger down the collection of tools, seemingly looking for the proper one to choose. His mind was already set on the scalpel but making the choice last was playing on the Doctor’s nerves. Everything to make the unwavering man drop his mask of confidence he was wearing so proudly. “See, Doctor, I want something from you and I’m ready to get it at any price.” Jeremy placed his cold hand on the Doctor’s face and folded his ear to clear the way. The scalpel stroked his skin, just above the ear, and cut the tender skin deeply. Blood flowed and ran down his neck. Jeremy put the scalpel down, grabbed a drill and tested it. He pressed the trigger a couple times to make sure it was working. Then he drilled a hole in the Doctor’s skull. The patient was conscious. He was feeling everything and couldn’t defend himself or scream. A brain surgery without anaesthetics. It was gonna push him beyond his limits and forced the Wolf to come out. Exactly what Jeremy was wishing for. He inserted a little sensor in the hole. The Doctor didn’t see it properly but he felt it. A sensor inside his brain. It could have been a sensor to monitor his brain’s activity but he sensed that it was for another purpose. Another method of torture that needed two holes and two sensors, one on each side of his head. He had been scared of death once. Right now, he surprised himself to think that it would be a relief. Jeremy wouldn’t give him that. “Oh, now, you’re scared, big ears,” commented Jeremy, amused. “Excellent. That’s the right attitude. It means you’re gonna give me what I want.” The Doctor did, and not because he chose to. Actually, he tried to resist as much as possible but being electrocuted straight in the brain was proved to be efficient as a torture method. The human abandoned the battle in less than ten minutes. The pain and death threat hanging above its host’s head compelled the Time Entity sleeping in his mind to come out and protect him. So far, it had been too weak to even show up but it had found out that feeding on the evil vibes and negative emotions that were filling this place was more satisfying than feeding on a Time rift like the TARDIS needed. Being in a human body didn’t only have drawbacks. It could now take control and show that damn man who was the real boss around here. The Doctor’s eyes turned gold and a loud growl came from his throat. In the second, all the restraints and sensors vanished in golden particles and the Doctor, possessed by the Wolf, was on his feet. The cuts healed themselves. Jeremy stepped back, a smirk on his lips. He was scared of course. He knew partly what the Wolf was capable of. It was better not to make it angrier. It was mad enough at the moment. “There you are.” “Oh, so I’m the one you expected to see? You happy? Good. Because that’s the last thing you will ever have done in your miserable little life.” The Wolf took another step toward Jeremy. It wanted to lay its hands on him and feel his body disintegrating as it erased him from time and space, as he reduced his whole existence to dust. It had been provoked, but it also had been given the strength to finally be in charge. Wiping Jeremy away would also wipe Maxence away and that wasn’t an option. It had to reduce Jeremy to nothing and yet, keep him alive. There was one simple way to have its revenge on him and run away from here to find the real Doctor. “You think we didn’t plan it all? That we didn’t take any measure for the day you would come out again?” “Oh, you’re getting clever.” “Always have been.” The Wolf snorted, “What do you want from me?” “Do you even have to ask?” “Pure politeness.” Because the Wolf was already in his head and looking for the information it desired. Which wasn’t complicated. Humans were open books. They didn’t have any lock or any barrier to protect their minds. If they knew what was living among them, what was coming for them in the future, they would protect themselves better. At the moment though, it was an opportunity. “Hm. Humans are predictable but you have the merit of being different. On some points at least.” That hospital was only a façade. They were using this asylum to hide their real activities. Their basement had been turned into a lab and a prison for non-terrestrial species. The place was protected by all the human technology available at this time and it was doubled with some alien technology. They were capturing every alien specimen they could find and experimenting on them to get as much information as they could get. Worse than Van Statten and Torchwood. Jeremy had even offered himself some upgrades with this data. And one day, he had heard about the Doctor. “You want me. You want my power to rewrite yourself. My power and my immortality. Basic.” “I want the Doctor and I can’t reach him without you.” “You want to use me to get him?” The Wolf scoffed. “The Doctor left me on Earth, stuck in the mind of his now human former self who didn’t want to die. Do you think he cares about the bomb I am? If he did care, he would have taken me out of here and you wouldn’t have known a thing about it.” “He hasn’t come because he doesn’t know. We caught you before you could do anything and this place intercepts most of the calls. Telepathic or not. You did call him but if he got the message, he never came around.” The Wolf clenched its fist and a golden glow travelled through his veins. The anger burnt in its hosts body and mind. If it had any limit, Jeremy would have crossed them. It was about time to break the man once and for all. “You can’t have me or my power. I won’t let you. And if you want the Doctor to come, draw his attention with something big. Big ball of troubles. He loves that.” “I don’t remember giving you the choice.” Jeremy wasn’t losing his impertinence. “I can’t do anything to neutralise you completely and force you to obey, but I can still break your human shell.” “Go on, try.” Jeremy smirked. The Wolf pressed a hand on his face to reduce his brain to a puddle of grey cells, to make a vegetable of him. It should have seen it coming but it was one of those grey zones. The moments always in flux. The ones where a decision needed to be made. And Jeremy had just taken his when the Wolf chose to attack instead of submitting. There was a whistle caused by a flying object and the Wolf felt a distinct sting in his thigh. A needle. “YOU THINK IT’LL STOP ME?” it roared. It was really mad now. It began the process of killing Jeremy from the inside. Its other hand grabbed his throat and lifted him from the ground. He was struggling against the hand strangling him, his feet dangling in the air, but his face showed a clear victorious expression. “I was just the distraction,” he panted. The door of the room flew open and someone shot five times. The Wolf roared louder as the five needles jabbed in its back. It let go of Jeremy to run to the person who had dared shooting it. But it found itself unable to move anymore. It was losing its power, its control and slowly being numbed by the drugs he had been given. The Doctor couldn’t take over for the moment so the Wolf fought. In vain. It fell to its knees, to Jeremy’s feet who was watching him with a victorious smile. “I always get what I want, Maxence. You should know that.” Those were the last words the Wolf could hear before it completely fell to the ground, beaten by the high dose of modified drugs they had shot him with. Nash would have a furious Wolf to deal with on their next appointment. It wasn’t gonna forget or forgive that. Jeremy would pay for that. Not from the cell. It wanted to face this asshole when it would get his revenge. Just for fun. It would carve it in its memories to never forget. It would laugh about it. However, it would have to wait until later. The nurses chained up the Doctor’s body again and dragged him to his room. Since he was deeply asleep, they didn’t even bother carrying him. Dragging him was less tiring. They threw him in his cell and took away the chains before they left and locked the door behind them.

To be continued...

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