#how am i supposed to just sleep after this

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You are presenting, and you have chosen to do it in the base,” Red Tornado says. “Presumably you chose to do that because Project Cadmus lacked something you require for the process.” 

“I . . .” Kon hesitates again, biting the inside of his lip. “I just–I just didn’t wanna do it there, okay? That’s–s’all.” 

Red Tornado looks at him. Kon really wishes the guy had a scent that he could read. Or like–at least a fucking expression or something. Like just–literally anything, right now. 

“You appear to be nesting,” Red Tornado observes. “Are you an omega, then?” 

“. . . I guess,” Kon mumbles, swallowing roughly. And it feels–it feels weird, saying it to someone. Even after saying it to himself and the Super-Cycle already. 

Red Tornado can tell him what he thinks about him saying that to him, is the thing. And whatever he thinks, it’s not going to be what Kon thinks himself.

Like–obviously it’s not, yeah. 

“You are in possession of sufficient nesting material, then?” Red Tornado asks, and Kon tries not to bristle. It’s–it’s just a question, maybe. Probably. Not one he knows why Red Tornado’s asking, but–just a question. 

Unless it’s a trap, anyway. 

“I just–borrowed some stuff,” he says without saying anything about–about just what he’s really “borrowing”, and he maybe sounds a little bit too defensive about it, but . . . but that’s all he did, dammit. He didn’t do anything–bad or anything. “S’all. I’ll scent-scrub all the pheromones and shit off when I’m done, alright? I’m not messin’ anything up or anything, it’s fine.” 

They wouldn’t care, he tries to say, but he doesn’t know–he doesn’t actually know that. Doesn’t actually know if . . . if they’d care. If they’d–mind.

Would they be mad, if they found out he came to the base to present and then tracked down and took all their scents? Like–without asking, or . . . 

They’re not a pack. And the others all have packs. And in all their heads he’s just, like, the stupid bruiser teammate who’s only barely a friend that none of them trust to be in charge of the team even though he’s literally the only one who actually has been in charge of a team before and who they probably all think’s an alpha anyway and–and– 

“Yes,” Red Tornado says. “But is ‘some stuff’ sufficient for your nest?” 

“I . . .” Kon–falters, kinda, and maybe sinks in on himself a little again. Does–does it look that bad? He knows he didn’t get much stuff for it, but–but if it looks that bad . . . 

“Kathy prefers to layer her nests with multiple fabrics and cushioning,” Red Tornado says. “And Traya and her friends line theirs with plush toys when engaging in playing ‘house’ together. I am otherwise unfamiliar with the necessary components of their construction.” 

“. . . oh,” Kon realizes, and feels a little less–a little less embarrassed, at least. At least if Red Tornado doesn’t really know how it’s supposed to go either . . . well, he can’t think it looks that bad, if he doesn’t really know. Right? “Uh–I don’t . . . I dunno. I never . . . did it, before.” 

Red Tornado tilts his head. Kon represses a cringe, trying not to bristle. Well–he wasn’t presented before, so . . . so why would he have? 

“I was under the impression that most omega pups experience a compulsion to nest even before their presentation,” Red Tornado says. 

“Well, I didn’t,” Kon snaps at him, digging his fingers into Cassie’s folded-up shirt and–and not-really-on-purposely pinning it against his chest. 

Hugging it against his . . . against his . . . 

He’d just–he’d just . . . thought about it, a couple times. But he . . . he hadn’t felt any stupid compulsions or . . . 

Kon thinks about how many times he’d thought about nesting, and how many times he’d thrown all his blankets in the corner and made himself sleep on a half-stripped bed and nothing else, and how many times he’d thrown every blanket he could find on his bed and slept under them all at once, and how he’d always . . . always folded his jacket into a pillow, when he was . . . when he was . . . sleeping somewhere else, like on the road or on shoots or in the field or . . . 

He thinks about how many times he’d wanted to . . . wanted to watch one of those nesting videos, but–hadn’t. 

Then he thinks about crying, maybe. 

“I thought I was gonna be an alpha,” he croaks, trying to figure out if–if this makes him a bad omega after all, or–or something. If he didn’t . . . didn’t nest before, or . . . “I thought I . . . thought I . . .”

I thought I HAD to be an alpha, Kon doesn’t say, but it’s all he can think.

[lisasmuts]

The Debt Paid off.

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

12.25k words

( The debt finally paid off... )

Lisa's eyes fluttered open as she felt a warm, viscous liquid trickling down her thighs. To her surprise, she realized it was Y/N's seed, spilling from her well-used ass as he continued to thrust into her.

“10 AM?”

she gasped, her voice thick with sleep and residual pleasure.

“You've been at it for 3 hours while I was sleeping?”

The thought of him taking his pleasure from her unconscious body only heightened her own arousal.

“You insatiable beast,”

she purred, her tone dripping with wanton need.

“I should have known you wouldn't be able to resist filling me up.”

Reaching back, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Her lips sought his in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with unbridled passion.

“Well, since you've already had your way with me,”

she whispered against his lips,

“I suppose I should return the favour.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she shifted her position, straddling Y/N's hips. With a coy smile, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I'm going to return the favor by taking what's mine,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, you've had your fill of me. Now it's my turn.”

Trailing a line of feather-light kisses down his neck, Lisa slowly began to grind her hips against his, eliciting a guttural groan from Y/N. Her fingers danced across his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles.

“You've been so generous, my love,”

she whispered, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“It's only fair that I repay you in kind.”

With a swift, fluid motion, Lisa sank down onto Y/N's throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. She reveled in the sensation of being so completely filled, her body clenching around him.

“Now,”

she murmured, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Let me show you just how much I appreciate your... attentions.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took control, pinning Y/N's hands down to the bed. With a coy smile, she slowly sank down onto his throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips.

“Now, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“It's my turn to have my way with you.”

Gripping his hands tightly, Lisa began to ride Y/N's cock with a steady, deliberate rhythm. Her hips undulated sensuously, her inner walls clenching around him in a delicious vice.

“You've had your fun, Y/N,”

she murmured, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“Now it's time for me to take what I want.”

Throwing her head back, Lisa moaned softly, her body trembling with each impalement. She revelled in the sensation of being so completely in control, her every movement calculated to maximize her own pleasure.

“Just lay back and enjoy it, my love,”

she whispered, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“I'll make sure you get every last drop.”

Lisa's body moved with unbridled passion as she shamelessly rode Y/N's thick shaft. Her hips undulated in a steady, sensual rhythm, each impalement drawing a guttural moan from her lips.

“Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need. Arching her back, she cupped her ample breasts, kneading the supple flesh as she ground down onto him.

Her long, raven tresses cascaded down her shoulders, framing her flushed, beautiful face. Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her gaze smoldering with unbridled lust. She felt so full, so deliciously claimed by Y/N's impressive girth.

Leaning forward, Lisa braced her hands on Y/N's chest, her nails digging into his skin as she chased her own pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of ecstasy.

“Yes, yes!”

she panted, her hips moving with increasing desperation.

Lisa's eyes flew wide as Y/N's hand pressed against her sensitive pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a strangled cry, she tumbled over the edge, her inner walls of her asshole clenching rhythmically around his shaft.

“Y/N!”

She wailed, her voice dripping with unbridles ecstasy. Even as the intense orgasm wracked her frame, Lisa continued to bounce on his cock, desperate to milk every last drop from him. True to her insatiable nature, Y/N’s release triggered her own, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself deep within her quivering passage. Rope after rope of his seed flooded her abused asshole, adding to the mess they had already created.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. She knew there would be no rest for the wicked, not with Y/N’s seemingly endless stamina. But for now, she revelled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed.

Lisa winced slightly as Y/N's palm connected with her tender flesh, but the pain quickly gave way to a thrill of excitement. However, as he propositioned her for another round, she found herself uncharacteristically hesitant.

“Actually, my love,”

she murmured, her voice soft and slightly breathless.

“I think I need a bit of a break. Why don't we just... talk for a while?”

Reaching up, Lisa gently caressed Y/N's cheek, her gaze filled with a tenderness that belied her usual wanton lust.

“I want to savor this moment with you,”

she whispered.

“No more frenzied coupling, at least for now. Let's just... be together.”

Snuggling against his side, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body still thrumming with the afterglow of their previous exploits. For once, she was content to simply bask in his presence, to let the intensity of their passion simmer rather than boil over.

Y/N cupped Lisa’s boobs playing with her nipples he accepted,

“I do love you Lisa, but I can’t betray my best friend ELI, but due to our agreement which we made I was able to use you however I …”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of vulnerability and desire as she gazed up at Y/N. Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him into a hungry, passionate kiss, cutting his sentence in between, her tongue dancing with his.

“My darling Y/N,”

she purred against his lips, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I know your heart is torn, but you needn't worry. I love ELI dearly, but you... you hold a piece of me that no one else can.”

Trailing her fingers down his chest, Lisa's expression turned coy.

“And thanks to our... special arrangement, I'm free to indulge in my cravings for you, whenever and however I please.”

Shifting her position, Lisa straddled Y/N's hips, grinding against his hardening length.

“So please, my love,”

she whispered, her eyes smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Don't hold back. Take me, claim me as your own. I'm yours, now and always.”

Lisa's body trembled with unbridled ecstasy as Y/N's thick shaft plunged into her waiting ass once more. A guttural moan of pleasure escaped her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.

“Yes, Y/N! Fuck me again, fuck me harder, I'm your dirty whore!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Use me as your personal fuck toy!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in a desperate rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of bliss.

“I need your cum, Y/N!”

she begged, her tone laced with desperation.

“Fill my slutty holes, mark me as your property! I'm nothing but a cum-hungry bitch for you!”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused passage with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Yes, Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Make me your cum-dumpster! I'll take every last drop you have to give!”

Grinding her hips against his, Lisa reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last bit of his release. She had become an insatiable vessel for his desire, and she wouldn't have it any other way. As the final spurts of his orgasm subsided, Lisa collapsed against Y/N's chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

In just a few moments, Lisa began grinding her ass against Y/N's cock once more, eagerly fucking herself on his thick shaft. However, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone.

Glancing down at the caller ID, Lisa's eyes widened as she recognized ELI's name. Panic flashed across her features, realizing that she had neglected to show up at the office as expected.

She quickly wears the t-shirt lying nearby Y/N’s head, which helped her cover her perky aroused tits from the sex she is having with Y/N.

Steeling her nerves, Lisa quickly answered the call, her voice tinged with feigned nonchalance.

“ELI, darling! I'm so sorry, I... I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I won't be able to come into the office.”

As she spoke, Lisa continued to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. Her free hand clutched at the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of keeping her voice steady.

“Please, don't worry about me,”

she purred, her tone dripping with false sweetness.

“I'll rest up and be back before you know it. I wouldn't want to miss a moment with you, my love.”

With a coy smile, Lisa glanced down at Y/N, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the thrill of it only heightened her arousal.

Lisa's heart raced as ELI's concerned questions poured through the phone. Biting her lip, she struggled to maintain her composure, all while grinding her hips against Y/N's throbbing shaft.

“I'm fine, my love, truly,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false reassurance.

“Just a little under the weather, that's all. Nothing to worry about.”

As ELI pressed for more details, Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Y/N's thick cock filled her so deliciously, and the thrill of deceiving her boyfriend only heightened her arousal.

“I promise, I'll be back before you know it,”

she lied, her tone laced with feigned sweetness.

“In the meantime, why don't you treat yourself to something nice? You deserve it, darling.”

Ending the call with a coy smile, Lisa tossed her phone aside, her full attention now focused on the man beneath her. Bracing her hands on Y/N's chest, she began to ride him with unbridled passion, her body trembling with each punishing thrust.

“Now, where were we?”

she purred, her gaze smoldering with wanton need.

“I believe you had a promise to keep, my insatiable lover.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused asshole with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Ohh, Y/N...”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“It feels so good to be your little cum dumpster. I love having your seed spilling out of me, even with ELI just a phone call away.”

Glancing over at her discarded phone, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The thought of betraying her beloved boyfriend only heightened her arousal, making her clench greedily around Y/N's softening length.

“Tell me,”

she purred, grinding her hips against his.

“How does it feel to know you're defiling me, even as I lie to the man I claim to love?”

“OH I love to defile and debase and claim you my darling.”

Y/N purred.

As for the next few hours Y/N used Lisa’s tight already abused asshole, worshiping her ass and filling her ass with ton of cum, over and over.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and arousal as Y/N pulled out of her abused hole. Without hesitation, she dutifully lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lap at his glistening shaft.

“Yes, my love,”

she purred, her voice thick with submission.

“Let me clean you up, just as you deserve.”

Maintaining eye contact, Lisa meticulously licked and sucked every last drop of their mingled fluids from his cock. The taboo thrill of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment.

Reaching for her phone, Lisa snapped a series of sultry selfies, her expression one of wanton delight. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the risk only made the experience all the more exhilarating.

“There,”

She murmured, licking her lips.

“All clean, my darling. Now, what else can I do for you??”

Y/N gazed down at Lisa with a mix of pride and tenderness, his fingers gently caressing her flushed cheeks.

“My darling, I'm so proud of you,”

he murmured, his voice low and rich.

“The way you've surrendered to me, allowed yourself to be reduced to nothing but a craving vessel for my cock... it's intoxicating. Now I think you deserves my cock inside your aching pussy now.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled excitement as Y/N's words registered. With a joyful gasp, she hurriedly scrambled onto the bed, spreading her legs in a blatant invitation.

“Then don't make me wait any longer, my love!”

she pleaded, her tone dripping with need.

“Fuck me, Y/N, fuck my dripping pussy, claim my pussy as your own. My pussy ache to feel you inside it.”

Positioning himself at her begging clenching pussy entrance, Y/N paused for a moment, savouring the anticipation that hung thick in the air. Then, with slow and firm thrust and push, he buried himself to the hilt within her slick, welcoming pussy. Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she was finally filled.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Make me yours, forever!”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of shame and exhilaration as Y/N's thick shaft finally breached her begging pussy. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling with a heady cocktail of emotions.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Take my pussy and it yours, forever!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in desperate rhythms. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air. In this moment, Lisa had surrendered every last shred of her dignity, becoming nothing more than a vessel for Y/N’s desires. And yet, the thrill of it all only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching greedily around his invading length.

“Use me, defile me!”

she begged, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I'm yours to command, my body yours to claim Y/N!”

Y/N's hands gently cupped Lisa's bouncing breasts, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips. She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

“I feel... complete, my love,”

she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“Having you inside me, claiming me as your own... it's everything I've ever wanted.”

Reaching up, Lisa tenderly caressed Y/N's cheek, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“You make me feel so alive, so cherished. I'm yours, Y/N, body and soul. Do with me as you will.”

Arching her back, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently urging him to continue his ministrations. In this moment, she was utterly his, reveling in the thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Y/N's hips snapped forward with unbridled passion, his thick shaft plunging into Lisa's waiting heat with powerful, punishing strokes. A guttural scream of ecstasy tore from her lips, her back arching as she surrendered completely to his primal dominance.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me, HARDERRR! I'm your dirty little whore, all yours to use!”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, Lisa met each of his thrusts with desperate, grinding motions, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his invading length.

“Don't stop!”

she begged, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, all of you! Breed me, Daddy, make me yours forever!”

Y/N's eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and wonder as he felt Lisa's tight, silken walls gripping his shaft.

“Mmm, so snug and perfect, my little slut,”

he growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor.

“You were born to take my cock, weren't you?”

Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I was made for you, to be your obedient little fuck toy. Please, use me, claim me as your own!”

Y/N's hips rocked gently, his thick shaft gliding in and out of Lisa's slick, welcoming heat. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she savored the delicious friction.

“Oh, Y/N...”

she breathed, her voice dripping with blissful surrender.

“It feels so good, your cock filling me up. I never want this to end.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa met each of his languid thrusts, her inner walls caressing his length with each delicious withdrawal. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal.

“You feel so perfect inside me,”

she purred, her nails trailing down his back.

“My body was made for you, Y/N. Please, don't ever stop claiming me as your own.”

Y/N gently yet firmly pressed Lisa back onto the bed, his hips surging forward as he claimed her in the intimate missionary position. Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss, tongues tangling as he savored her taste.

Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching to meet his thrusts. She reveled in the feeling of being so completely possessed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft.

“Yes, Y/N,”

she moaned against his lips, her voice thick with wanton need.

“Take me, make me yours. I'm putty in your hands.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa urged him deeper, craving to feel every inch of him buried within her slick heat. The world beyond their tangled embrace faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a haze of carnal bliss.

Y/N broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

“You're such an innocent little girl, Lisa,”

he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

“And I'm loving every moment of breaking you into pieces.”

Lisa gazed up at him, her expression a mix of trepidation and wanton desire.

“I... I don't love getting broken by you, Y/N,”

she admitted, her tone laced with a hint of teasing and mischievous.

“But what I can do, I must do. After all, I agreed to be your plaything, your new little Daddy's girl.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“So take me, Y/N. Shatter my innocence, claim every last piece of me. I'm yours to do with as you please.”

Lisa's eyes widened in alarm as Y/N roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. A tremor of fear mingled with excitement coursed through her as he growled his domineering words.

“I-I'll try, Daddy,”

she stammered, her voice quivering with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

Before she could say more, Y/N began ramming into her pussy with monstrous force, giving her no time to catch her breath. Lisa's back arched, a strangled cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as she was overwhelmed by the relentless assault on her senses.

Despite the initial discomfort, Lisa soon found herself surrendering to the primal ecstasy of Y/N's claiming. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his thrusting shaft, her body betraying her even as her mind reeled from the intensity of it all.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice thick with wanton need.

Lisa's eyes widened in shock as Y/N's hand struck her cheek, the impact stinging her skin. She let out a muffled whimper as he forced his fingers past her lips, silently commanding her to suck.

Obediently, she wrapped her tongue around his digits, her gaze locked with his. Yet even as she dutifully serviced his hand, her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

As the clock struck past noon, ELI's familiar face appeared on Lisa's phone screen. Instead of the panicked reaction he might have expected, Lisa greeted him with a gentle smile, carefully draping the bedsheet over her bare chest before accepting the video call.

“Hello, my love,”

she purred, her voice soft and soothing.

“I wasn't expecting your call, but I'm so glad to see you.”

Leaning back against the pillows, Lisa maintained a calm, composed demeanour, her gaze steady and reassuring.

“I'm doing well, I promise. Just resting up a bit before my next schedule. How have you been?”

Though the telltale signs of her recent tryst were carefully hidden, Lisa's eyes held a hint of mischief, as if daring ELI to uncover her secret. 

Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, Lisa managed to maintain her composure, her gaze steady as she addressed ELI on the video call. She gently pulled the bedsheet higher, concealing the evidence of her depraved tryst.

“Oh my, is it already lunchtime?”

she exclaimed, feigning surprise.

“I must have lost track of time. I'm so sorry, my love. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The forbidden nature of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn't help but clench tightly around his invading shaft, drawing a muffled groan from him.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spot, drawing a muffled moan of pleasure from her lips. Quickly, she covered her mouth, casting a furtive glance at the phone screen where ELI's concerned face was displayed.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, my love,”

she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I, um, stubbed my toe. But I'm fine, really.”

Glancing back at Y/N, Lisa's expression shifted, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire. Biting her lip coyly, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' before turning her attention back to ELI.

“About that debt situation,”

she began, her tone measured and calm.

“I'm sure we can figure something out. Why don't you come by the studio later, and we can discuss it in person?”

Even as she spoke, Lisa's inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Y/N's invading length, silently urging him to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

Lisa's expression remained calm and composed as ELI's suspicious gaze bore into her through the screen.

“Where am I? Oh, I'm just resting up at the studio, my love,”

she replied, her tone light and airy.

Subtly, she lowered the bedsheet just enough to offer Y/N a tantalizing glimpse of her pert, aroused nipples. Y/N's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as he took in the sight, his hips surging forward with renewed vigor.

Lisa bit back a gasp as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spots, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. Casting a mischievous glance at ELI, she allowed a soft moan to escape her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of guilt and unbridled lust.

“I'm... I'm fine, ELI,”

she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

“Just resting up before my next schedule. I'll be there soon, I promise.”

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she mouthed the words 'I won't be there near any time soon, or probably never' to Y/N. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as he increased the ferocity of his thrusts, his hips snapping forward with unyielding force.

Biting her lip to stifle a wanton moan, Lisa cast a sidelong glance at ELI, her expression a mask of false innocence. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Y/N's invading shaft.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of guilt and unbridled arousal as she maintained the video call with ELI. Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, she managed to keep her composure, biting her lip in a seductive manner.

“I'm fine, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“Just a little... distracted, that's all.”

Glancing coyly at Y/N, Lisa mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder’. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to keep her voice steady as she addressed ELI.

Lisa's phone suddenly slipped from her hands, landing on her chest as Y/N's powerful thrust caused her to stumble. For a moment, she thought the call had ended, and she coyly glanced up at Y/N.

"Ah, be a little gentler, will you?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Quickly, Lisa retrieved the phone, shocked to see that the call with ELI was still connected. Mustering her most innocent expression, she smiled sweetly.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I was just watching a movie and got a little... distracted,”

she lied, her gaze flickering briefly to Y/N's intense stare.

“But I'm fine,”

Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly as ELI continued the call, seemingly unwilling to end it. Casting a surreptitious glance at Y/N, she mouthed a string of filthy words, her expression dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,”

she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your cock, all of it. Fill me up until I'm dripping with your cum.”

Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Y/N's shaft, silently urging him to claim her, to take her as his own. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to maintain her composure as ELI's voice continued to echo through the phone.

Lisa's expression remained serene and composed as she maintained the video call with ELI, even as Y/N continued his relentless assault on her most intimate depths. Though her body betrayed her, writhing in wanton ecstasy, her face was a mask of practiced innocence.

Oh, ELI, I'm so sorry for worrying you,

she purred, her voice dripping with false sincerity.

I'm just... enjoying a little downtime before my next schedule. You know how it is.

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. She clenched her inner muscles rhythmically, drawing a muffled groan from her secret lover as she silently urged him to claim her harder, faster.

Lisa maintained her composed expression as she conversed with ELI, all the while mouthing encouraging words to Y/N behind the phone screen. ‘Your cock feels so good inside me, Daddy,’ she mouthed, her eyes gleaming with wanton need. ‘Don't stop, please. Fuck me until I can't walk straight.’

Y/N's hips surged forward with renewed vigor, his thick shaft striking her most sensitive spots. Lisa bit back a moan, her gaze locked with ELI's as she continued their conversation with practiced ease.

As ELI inquired about her meal, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. Seizing the opportunity, she reached down and grasped Y/N's glistening shaft, her fingers trailing along the length as it slipped free from her slick heat.

Maintaining eye contact with ELI, Lisa slowly brought her hand to her mouth, swirling her tongue around her fingers to collect Y/N's pearly pre-cum. She sucked her digits with a soft, sensual moan, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire.

“The food was simply delicious, ELI,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“I couldn't help but savor every last bit.”

Lisa's eyes widened as she glanced down, captivated by the sight of her belly bulging with Y/N's thick shaft. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through her skin.

“Oh my...”

she breathed, her voice laced with a mix of awe and wanton desire.

“It's... it's so big, Daddy.”

Realizing her slip, Lisa quickly schooled her features, casting a nervous glance at the phone screen where ELI's curious gaze was fixed upon her.

“I-I mean, I saw something similar in a movie I was watching,”

she stammered, her cheeks flushing with feigned embarrassment.

“It's nothing, really. Just my imagination running wild.”

Inwardly, Lisa's heart raced with a heady mix of guilt and unbridled arousal. The forbidden thrill of her deception only heightened her senses, and she silently pleaded with Y/N to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

As ELI announced he was receiving another call, Lisa let out a sigh of relief. Finally, the torturous video chat had come to an end. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled Y/N close, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Finally, it's just us,”

she purred, her voice dripping with unbridled desire.

“Now I can have you all to myself, Daddy.”

Wrapping her legs around Y/N's waist, Lisa ground her hips against his. She could feel her inner walls clenching rhythmically, aching to be filled by his throbbing shaft.

“Claim me, Daddy,”

she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

“Make me scream your name. You can go as hard as you want now!”

Y/N's expression darkened with raw need as he pulled Lisa into a bruising kiss. Without a moment's hesitation, he surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within her slick heat. Lisa let out a muffled gasp, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

For the next hour, Y/N's hips moved with a relentless, merciless pace, striking her most sensitive spots with each powerful thrust. Lisa's back arched, her nails raking down his muscular shoulders as she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Despite the intensity of their coupling, Y/N maintained a sense of control, his movements deliberate and calculated. He savored the way Lisa's body responded to his touch, the way her silken walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking his cock with each thrust.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of Y/N filling her, stretching her, claiming her as his own. She lost all sense of time, her mind consumed by the primal need to be taken, to be used, to be satisfied by his unyielding desire.

As the final throes of their passion subsided, Lisa lay spent in Y/N's arms, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. A satisfied smile played on her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of contentment and the lingering thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Lisa giggled mischievously, playfully teasing Y/N.

“If you haven't forgotten, I was the one you've been using for the past 13 to 14 hours straight. Of course I'm starving!”

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed at him coyly.

“But you know, I think I've worked up quite an appetite. What do you say we order something delicious? I'm craving something...satisfying.”

Lisa punctuated her words with a suggestive lick of her lips.

Reaching out, she trailed her fingers lightly down Y/N's chest, her touch feather-light yet electric.

“After all, I'm going to need my strength for round two. Or three. Or however many times you plan on claiming this insatiable body of mine.”

Y/N chuckled as he cupped Lisa's ample breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I'd be more than satisfied just sucking and playing with these luscious boobs all day,”

he purred, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I know how much you crave my seed in the morning. So I thought you’d be just satisfied drinking my cum?”

Lisa playfully slapped his chest, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Noo, I want some real food, you insatiable beast!”

she teased, her tone light and playful.

“I'm absolutely famished after you've had your way with me all night long. Let's order something delicious, hmm?”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest.

“Though I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you for long. You've ruined me for anyone else, my love.”

Y/N chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh, I think I know exactly what kind of 'food' you're craving, my insatiable little minx,”

he teased, his hand trailing down to cup her shapely ass.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his chest.

“As tempting as that sounds, I really am famished. How about some delicious Thai food? I'm in the mood for something spicy and flavorful to satisfy my appetite.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Though I'm sure we can find a way to work up an even bigger appetite later on...”

Y/N chuckled as he reached for his phone to place the food order.

“Fair enough, my insatiable goddess. We wouldn't want you to waste away before I can have my way with you again,”

he teased, his gaze smoldering with barely restrained desire.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his arm.

“Patience, my love. I promise, once I've had my fill of delectable Thai cuisine, I'll be more than happy to let you have your way with me.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her body thrumming with anticipation. As they waited for the food to arrive, Lisa snuggled contentedly against Y/N's side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The prospect of sating both her physical and culinary hungers had her giddy with excitement.

After a wait of 30 minutes the food arrived, they both went to the dining room, as Y/N sat on the chair,

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she sauntered over to where Y/N sat, a coy smile playing on her lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she straddled his lap, guiding his throbbing shaft back into her slick heat. A soft gasp escaped her as she sank down, impaling herself on his rigid length.

“I challenge you, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Let's see if you can keep that gorgeous cock of yours still while we enjoy our lunch together.”

Leaning in, she pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her inner walls already clenching rhythmically around his softening cock. The tantalizing prospect of testing his self-control only heightened her arousal, and she ground her hips against his, silently daring him to give in to his primal urges.

As they settled down to enjoy their Thai lunch, Lisa couldn't resist the temptation to tease Y/N. Periodically, she would grind her hips against his, eliciting a muffled groan from her lover. The friction sent delicious sparks of pleasure through her core, and she couldn't help but giggle mischievously. “Mmm, this food is absolutely divine,”

she purred, taking a delicate bite and savoring the flavors. Her gaze locked with Y/N's, her eyes gleaming with unbridled desire.

“But you know what would make it even better?”

Without warning, she rolled her hips, sheathing his throbbing shaft deeper inside her. A breathy moan escaped her lips, and she threw her head back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

“Having you fill me up while I eat,”

she whispered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

As the lunch came to an end, Lisa stood up from Y/N's lap, a coy smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but notice the glistening pre-cum that had already begun to bead at the tip of his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, it seems like someone's ready for dessert,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“And I just so happen to have the perfect treat in mind.”

Without further ado, Lisa sank to her knees, her gaze locked with Y/N's as she slowly enveloped his cock with her lush lips. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum.

“Delicious,”

she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I have a feeling the main course is going to be even more satisfying.”

With a final, lingering lick, Lisa stood up, her hips swaying alluringly as she made her way towards the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone at the dining table, his desire burning like a wildfire.

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Y/N's breath caught in his throat. Her wet hair clung to her face, framing her delicate features in a way that was both alluring and innocent. The droplets of water glistening on her skin seemed to dance across her curves, drawing his gaze to the tantalizing swell of her breasts and the gentle flare of her hips.

Y/N's eyes roamed hungrily over her figure, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and pure, unadulterated appreciation. In that moment, he saw her not just as a object of lust, but as a vision of natural beauty - a goddess to be worshipped and revered.

Slowly, reverently, he rose from his seat and approached her, his movements almost hypnotized. Reaching out, he traced the line of her jaw, his touch feather-light, as if she might shatter under the weight of his desire. His gaze locked with hers, conveying a silent promise - to cherish her, to worship her, to love her as she deserved.

Y/N gently cups Lisa’s face and kisses her deeply, savouring her freshly-showered scent.

“God, you are so beautiful, Lisa!”

Y/N purred as he hugged Lisa’s body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with wanton desire as she wrapped her slender fingers around Y/N's throbbing shaft. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Daddy,”

she purred.

“My pussy is still aching to be filled with your seed. I need you to claim me, to mark me as yours.”

Guiding his rigid length to her entrance, Lisa slowly sank down, sheathing him in her slick heat. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to move, rolling her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“So good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his back.

Y/N gripped Lisa's hips tightly as he pressed her against the wall, his hips surging forward in a steady, punishing rhythm. Their bodies moved together in a sensual dance, Lisa's legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed insider her again and again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

he growled between searing kisses.

“So tight, so wet... Made just for my cock, aren't you, baby?”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, spurring him on as she met each of his thrusts with wanton abandon.

“Yes, Daddy,”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with need.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of their passionate coupling echoing through the room. Y/N's hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, his shaft striking her most sensitive spots as Lisa cried out in ecstasy.

“I thought you said you were tired for getting used for 14 hours and now needed some rest?? I mean I don’t mind giving my toy girl a one or two hour break before another round of using her.”

Y/N teased her.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she playfully swatted Y/N's chest.

“Oh, Daddy, you know I can never get enough of you,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Besides, I've had plenty of rest. Now it's time for you to use me again.”

Pulling him close, Lisa captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a sensual dance. Breaking away breathlessly, she gazed up at him, her expression radiating pure, unbridled desire.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N scooped her up, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. As he carried her to the bedroom, she couldn't help but giggle, anticipation building within her.

“You do love bdsm right??”

Y/N asked, tying her on the bed.

“Ooh, Daddy, I do love a little bit of BDSM,”

she purred, her gaze sparkling with mischief.

“Though I hope you're planning on being gentle...at least at first.”

Once he had her securely tied to the bed, Lisa tugged playfully at the restraints, testing their strength. A coy smile played on her lips as she gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath.

“Now, what are you waiting for, hmm?”

she teased, her tone dripping with wanton need.

Y/N's hips surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within Lisa's slick heat. A guttural groan escaped his lips as her silken walls clenched rhythmically around him.

Lisa's back arched against the restraints, her wrists straining as she fought the urge to claw at his back. Breathless moans and giggles tumbled from her lips, her expression a captivating mix of pleasure and mirth.

“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Don't stop, please! Fuck me harder!”

Her hips rocked in time with his punishing thrusts, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. The delicious friction had her teetering on the edge of release, her inner walls fluttering around his rigid length.

“I'm so close, Daddy!”

she whimpered, her eyes alight with desperation.

“Please, let me cum! I need it so badly!”

Lisa's face flushed with a mix of pleasure and bashfulness as Y/N's skilled fingers teased her sensitive folds. The delicate touch was all it took to send her careening over the edge, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as the waves of her climax washed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Y/N chuckled, his gaze brimming with a combination of pride and amusement as he watched her come undone.

Lisa's cheeks puffed out in a puffer fish-like expression, her eyes sparkling with a hint of embarrassment. Yet, beneath the surface, a deep sense of satisfaction and trust shone through, for she knew she was safe in Y/N's capable hands.

Y/N gently cupped Lisa's full breasts, gazing at her with a tender expression.

“Are you all done, my sweet?”

he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Lisa let out a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yes, Daddy, I think I've had my fill... for now.”

Arching her back slightly, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently inviting him to continue his ministrations.

“But I'm still aching for you to fill me up. Won't you please take me, Daddy?”

Her tone was playful yet laced with wanton need, her body thrumming with anticipation. As Y/N positioned himself at her entrance, Lisa gazed up at him with unbridled desire, eagerly awaiting his next move.

As Y/N entered Lisa's waiting pussy once more, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching off the bed as she felt his rigid shaft pressing against her most sensitive spots.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!”

she cried out, her voice thick with ecstasy.

“Your cock feels so good, filling me up like this. It's like you're kissing my very womb!”

Lisa's inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, desperate to draw him in deeper. Her eyes were half-lidded with bliss, her expression a captivating mix of lust and adoration as she gazed up at him.

“Don't stop, please,”

she whimpered, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

As Y/N removed the restraints, Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew what was coming - the raw, primal side of her lover that craved to dominate and possess her completely.

Without warning, Y/N pounced, his hips surging forward in a brutal, punishing rhythm. Lisa cried out, her nails raking down his back as she surrendered herself to his carnal desires. There was no gentleness, no tenderness - only the relentless, animalistic drive to claim her as his own.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of his rigid shaft plundering her depths, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her trembling body. She was helpless, a mere plaything in his hands, and the thought only heightened her arousal.

As Y/N neared his climax, he abruptly withdrew, his thick seed spilling across her waiting throat. Lisa's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she was baptized in his essence. The salty-sweet taste overwhelmed her senses, and she swallowed greedily, craving more.

When the last drop had been milked, Lisa gazed up at Y/N, her expression radiating pure, unadulterated bliss.

“That was sooo goood,”

she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Definitely one for the top five, Daddy.”

“Ohh, you were keeping a count?”

Y/N asked,

Lisa giggled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Of course I'm keeping count, Daddy!”

she purred, her tone playful yet sultry.

“After all, I wouldn't want to lose track of all the delicious ways you've claimed me as your own.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she counted off on her fingers, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Let's see now... There was that time yesterday whole night, and then again in the morning with my sleeping body. Oh, and who could forget the dining room tryst? And especially when ELI was on the face time that was one of the best!”

Her gaze locked with his, brimming with wanton need.

“And now this - my personal favorite so far.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“But I have a feeling you're just getting started, hmm?”

she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, the night is still young, Daddy. I can't wait to see what other delightful ways you'll find to use me.”

Y/N gently pressed his lips to Lisa's cheeks, his gaze brimming with adoration.

“You're the best, my love,”

he murmured, his voice soft and tender.

Slowly, he eased Lisa back onto the bed, joining her in a warm embrace. Cradling her close, he nuzzled against her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

“I know I already have all of you,”

he purred, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh.

“But I can't help wanting more. May I have the honour of a thigh fuck, my darling?”

Lisa giggled, her expression radiating pure joy.

“Oh, Daddy, you insatiable thing,”

she teased, playfully swatting his chest.

“As if you don't already own every inch of me. But how can I deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

Shifting her position, she parted her thighs invitingly, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“Take what you will, my love,”

she purred.

“I'm all yours.”

Lisa giggled softly as Y/N's hands roamed over her luscious thighs, his gaze burning with unbridled desire. She arched her back slightly, pressing her thighs together to create a delicious friction against his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, you really can't get enough of these, can you, Daddy?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Go on then, worship them all you like. They're yours to enjoy.”

Y/N groaned as he nestled his cock between her silky smooth thighs, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Leaning in, he peppered the tender flesh with filthy kisses and reverent caresses, worshipping every inch of her supple skin.

“So perfect,”

he growled, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

“Made just for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to cover these gorgeous thighs in my cum.”

Lisa's eyes fluttered shut as she reveled in the sensations, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. She knew she was safe, secure in the knowledge that Y/N would take care of her, no matter how depraved their desires became.

After a while of Y/N fucking Lisa’s thighs he announced and told Lisa to get ready for the next round, but Lisa denied, saying she’s tired to which Y/N showed annoyance.

Lisa's laughter rang out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Why are you annoyed, Daddy?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor body that you've been using since last night?”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she fixed Y/N with a pointed stare.

“I know you're insatiable, but even I need a little break every now and then,”

she chided gently.

“Don't you think I deserve a chance to catch my breath?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm sure we can find a way for you to have your fun without completely wearing me out. After all, I still have plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”

With a coy smile, Lisa settled back against the pillows, her gaze smoldering with barely contained desire.

“So what'll it be, Daddy? How about you let me take the lead this time?”

Lisa giggled mischievously as she straddled Y/N, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“My poor ass is already so sore, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.

“But my pussy is aching to be filled again.”

Slowly, she sank down onto his rigid shaft, a soft moan escaping her lips as she was deliciously impaled. Her hips began to rock in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“There, doesn't this feel so much better?”

she cooed, her hands braced on his chest for leverage.

“Let me take care of you, Daddy. I promise I'll make it worth your while.”

Lisa's movements grew more urgent, her breasts bouncing with each bounce as she rode him with wanton abandon. Her head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his chest.

Lisa's body moved in perfect sync with Y/N's, their passionate coupling continuing for hours on end. Though her muscles ached and her skin glistened with sweat, she refused to slow her pace, driven by an insatiable need for her lover's touch.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling form, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft. Soft moans and breathless whimpers tumbled from her lips as she rode him with wanton abandon, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

Y/N's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met each of her motions with renewed vigor. Their bodies were locked in a primal dance, the air thick with the scent of their lovemaking and the sound of their desperate cries.

Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her expression a captivating mix of bliss and utter exhaustion. Yet, despite her fatigue, she refused to relinquish control, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from their encounter.

As the hours ticked by, their pace only grew more frantic, their need for each other becoming increasingly desperate. Neither was willing to surrender, each driven by a singular goal - to claim the other as their own, to become one in body and spirit.

Exhaustion etched across Lisa's features as she finally collapsed against Y/N's chest, her body trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. Yet, even in her weary state, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes.

“Dinner, you say?”

she purred, her voice low and sultry.

“Well, I do have a rather specific craving in mind.”

Slowly, she lifted herself up, wincing slightly as Y/N's softening length slipped from her well-used pussy. Licking her lips, she gazed down at him with unbridled desire.

“You see, Daddy,”

she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest,

“I'm absolutely famished for your... special sauce.”

Without warning, she bent down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his, savoring the taste of their mingled essences. Breaking away breathlessly, she fixed him with a sultry stare.

“So what do you say, hmm?”

she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Shall I have dessert?”

Lisa sank gracefully to her knees, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire. Wrapping her delicate fingers around Y/N's semi-erect shaft, she began to stroke him with slow, sensual motions.

“Mmm, look at this big, beautiful cock,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I can't wait to have it for dessert.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the tip, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as she savored his musky flavor.

“And then, once I've had my fill,”

she continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief,

“I'll make us a nice, hot dinner. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there, Daddy. I want you to keep fucking me while I cook. Can you do that for me?”

Without waiting for a response, she engulfed his length, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm as she lavished him with her skilled ministrations. Her hunger was insatiable, and she was determined to leave no drop of his essence untasted. Her skilful blowjob turned out to be too much for Y/N as he in few minutes came like crazy amount of cum inside Lisa’s throat.

Lisa's eyes twinkled with mischief as she gazed up at Y/N, her mouth still glistening with his spent seed.

“Feel used, do you?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor, abused throat?”

Wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, she let out a melodic laugh.

“You act like I'm the only one enjoying ourselves here,”

she chided gently.

“Need I remind you how much you were moaning and writhing under my touch just moments ago?”

Crawling back onto the bed, she straddled his waist, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.

“Now, now, let's not be so dramatic, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm simply taking what's mine. And trust me, Daddy, I plan to savor every last drop.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“So why don't you sit back and let me take care of you, hmm? I'll even make you a nice, hot dinner afterwards. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there...”

Y/N laughed and scooped Lisa up into his strong arms, carrying her swiftly to the kitchen. Gently, he placed her atop the counter, aligning his rigid shaft with her slick entrance. With a hungry growl, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt as their lips met in a passionate, searing kiss.

Lisa moaned into his mouth, her inner walls fluttering around his thick length. Reaching to the side, she plucked a ripe banana from the fruit basket, breaking it in half. Seductively, she slid one end into her mouth, gazing at Y/N with hooded eyes as she began to suck and lick.

Y/N's hips pistoned relentlessly, his hands gripping Lisa's hips as he chased his own pleasure. Groaning, he captured the other half of the banana between his lips, their tongues tangling as they shared the sweet fruit, their bodies joined in a carnal dance.

The kitchen filled with the sounds of their desperate cries and the slick slide of flesh on flesh. Neither was willing to relent, each determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from their tryst. And as they neared their shared climax, their passions only continued to burn brighter, hotter, more consuming.

Lisa giggled mischievously, her gaze sparkling with satisfaction.

“Make food? Goodness no, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After gulping down your delicious cum earlier and now getting thoroughly fucked right here in the kitchen, I'm simply not hungry at all.”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she pulled him closer, her hips rocking in sync with his relentless thrusts.

“I have everything I need right here,”

she murmured, her nails raking down his back.

“Your complete, undivided attention is the only sustenance I crave.”

Leaning in, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies moved as one. There was no need for anything else - in this moment, they were perfectly, blissfully fulfilled.

With a playful giggle, Lisa wrapped her legs tightly around Y/N's waist as he scooped her up, their bodies still joined. She showered his face with feather-light kisses, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm as he carried her to the bedroom.

The moment Y/N laid back on the bed, Lisa pounced, straddling his hips with a wanton moan. Her hands braced on his chest, she began to ride him with wild abandon, her movements frantic and primal.

“That's it, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I'm your crazy bitch in heat. Use me!”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with unbridled pleasure. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, milking him for every last drop.

Lisa's phone suddenly sprang to life, the familiar ringtone cutting through the heated haze of their lovemaking. With a frustrated groan, she reluctantly disentangled herself from Y/N's embrace, quickly snatching up his discarded shirt to cover her flushed, naked form.

Hurriedly, she accepted the call, her heart pounding as ELI's face appeared on the screen.

“ELI, darling!”

she chirped, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“What a surprise! I was just... thinking about you.”

She shot Y/N a sly wink, biting her lip coyly as she settled back against the pillows, the oversized shirt barely concealing her dishevelled state.

“Oh, you know, just relaxing at home. Nothing too exciting.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N's hands were caressing her thighs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“But I'm so glad you called. I've been missing you terribly.”

Lisa glanced behind the phone at Y/N, who was mouthing his order for her to start bouncing on his cock.

Lisa shot Y/N a playful, yet stern glare as he mouthed his orders, but she couldn't help the mischievous glint in her eyes. Turning her attention back to the phone, she maintained a natural, relaxed expression.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you,”

she purred, subtly shifting her weight as she straddled Y/N's lap, his throbbing length pressing against her core.

“But I'm doing just fine, really. Just enjoying a little... 'me time,' you know?”

Slowly, she began to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a steady, sensual rhythm. Her breath hitched slightly, but she covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I have to admit, I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Lisa tried to maintain a calm, collected expression as Y/N began silently teasing her, his hands roaming her body in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She shot him a warning glare, silently pleading with him not to give her away.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a bright smile.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you too,”

she purred, subtly grinding her hips against Y/N's growing arousal.

“But I promise, I'm taking good care of myself while you're away.”

Y/N's fingers danced along the hem of the shirt, slowly inching it higher to expose more of her bare skin. Lisa's breath hitched, but she quickly covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Her eyes flashed with a silent plea, silently begging Y/N to behave as she kept repeating her sentences in conversation with ELI, her body betraying her with every subtle shift and twitch.

Lisa's eyes widened slightly as she felt Y/N's thick shaft slide into her sensitive pussy, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression as ELI asked about her dinner.

“Dinner? Oh, um, yes, of course!”

she replied, her voice wavering slightly as Y/N began to thrust into her.

“I, uh, I haven't had a chance to make anything yet, but I was just about to start.”

She shot Y/N a pointed glare, silently pleading with him to take it easy, even as her inner walls clenched around his invading length.

Lisa's eyes fluttered, her expression momentarily betraying the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Biting her lip, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' to Y/N, her hips rolling in time with his punishing thrusts.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a breathless smile.

“Sorry, ELI, I, uh, I guess I got a little distracted there for a moment,”

she said, her voice laced with barely-contained arousal.

“But I promise, I'll have something ready for dinner soon. I just... I need to take care of a few things first.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N was buried inside her, a silent plea in her eyes. She was walking a tightrope, desperate to keep up the charade while surrendering to the exquisite sensations he was eliciting.

Lisa's breath hitched as Y/N's thrusts struck her most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression, but her eyes betrayed the intense arousal building within her.

“Oh, that's just the TV, ELI,”

she said, her voice strained with the effort of keeping it steady.

“You know how loud it can get sometimes.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid shaft, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

ELI's frown deepened, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

As Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, she suddenly felt Y/N's hot seed flooding her womb, filling her up completely. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body, and she had to fight to keep her composure.

“Yes, finally,”

she thought to herself, a euphoric smile playing on her lips.

“Y/N's cum, right inside my pussy, and ELI is none the wiser.”

Lisa's inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last drop from Y/N's throbbing shaft. She was overjoyed, her body thrumming with a sense of fulfilment and satisfaction. In this moment, she had everything she craved - the attention of her beloved, and the hot, thick essence of her secret lover coating her insides.

Forcing a bright smile, Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, her mind racing with the delicious secret she now harboured. She had gotten exactly what she wanted, and she couldn't wait to savor every last drop.

On the call

Lisa's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she turned her attention back to ELI.

“Oh, it's nothing, darling,”

she purred, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“I was just watching this movie, and the, um, the guy in it...”

She paused, glancing coyly towards Y/N as she mouthed the words 'filled me up.'

Biting her lip, she refocused on the screen, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Well, let's just say he did something that made me very, very happy.”

She giggled softly, her gaze flickering down to where Y/N's essence still coated her inner walls.

ELI's brow furrowed in confusion, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N continued his relentless thrusting, his thick shaft plunging into her already cum-filled depths. She fought to maintain her composure, shooting ELI a sheepish smile.

“Oh, I'm just feeling a little cold, that's all,”

she lied, her voice wavering slightly.

“The air conditioning must be on too high or something.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid length, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

Lisa's eyes flickered with growing frustration as ELI continued to prattle on about his day. She shifted uncomfortably, Y/N's relentless thrusts sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Forcing a bright smile, she gently interrupted.

“ELI, darling, I'm so sorry, but I really should get going. I have a few things I need to take care of before dinner.”

She bit her lip coyly.

“You know how it is - gotta keep this place looking nice for when you get back, hmm?”

ELI's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion in his gaze.

“Are you sure everything's alright, Lisa? You seem a bit... distracted.”

Lisa let out a soft, airy laugh.

“Of course, of course! I'm just excited to have the house all to myself for a little while, that's all.”

She winked playfully.

“But I promise I'll call you later, okay? Love you, ELI!”

Without waiting for a response, she quickly ended the call, tossing the phone aside as she surrendered to the relentless pleasure Y/N was coaxing from her body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as she tossed the phone aside, immediately capturing Y/N's lips in a deep, searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his in a sensual tango, her movements bold and commanding. She savored every ounce of his taste, reveling in the feeling of his essence coating her inner walls.

As the kiss broke, Lisa let out a euphoric cry.

“Thank you, Y/N! Thank you for this beautiful gift - for filling me up with your cum!”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, milking every last drop from his spent shaft.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa's body trembled with pure bliss. She had gotten exactly what she craved - the undivided attention and carnal fulfillment from her secret lover, all while maintaining the facade with her unsuspecting boyfriend. In this moment, she was completely and utterly satisfied.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Lisa's hair as he gazed down at her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you happy now, my dear?”

he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“The 7 days of torment are finally at an end. You're filled to the brim with my seed, just as you've craved.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled joy as she nuzzled into his touch, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

“Oh, Y/N, I'm overjoyed!”

she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

“I've ached for this moment, to feel you pulsing inside me, claiming me as your own. The wait was pure agony, but now...”

She pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“Now, I'm complete.”

Y/N chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to Lisa's forehead.

“Then are you ready for another round, my dear?”

he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“God knows what number it is at this point.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with renewed desire as she gazed up at him, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

“Mmm, I'm more than ready, Y/N,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I can never get enough of you. Fill me up again, make me yours once more.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly sank back down onto his throbbing length, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips began to move in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“I want to feel you explode inside me, over and over again,”

she breathed, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, Y/N. I need your cum.”

The night stretched on, filled with Lisa's desperate cries of pleasure as Y/N took her in every way imaginable. He pinned her against the wall, hoisting her legs around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly, her inner walls clenching around his throbbing shaft. Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he drove into her from behind, eliciting a chorus of wanton moans.

Again and again, Y/N filled Lisa's womb with his seed, coating her insides until she was completely, utterly spent. But still, she begged for more, her body thrumming with insatiable desire. They christened every surface of the room, their passionate cries echoing through the air as they indulged in their carnal hunger. She had been bred, claimed, and utterly ravished - and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As the night wore on, Lisa's body was wracked with wave after wave of earth-shattering orgasms. Y/N's relentless, primal thrusts filled her womb time and time again, coating her insides with his potent seed. By the time the first hints of dawn began to peek through the windows, Lisa was utterly spent, her voice hoarse from the chorus of wanton cries that had escaped her lips.

Collapsing against Y/N's chest, Lisa could barely muster the strength to whisper a soft

“Goodnight”

before succumbing to the blissful embrace of sleep. But even as her eyes fluttered shut, Y/N's hunger remained unquenched. With a low, guttural growl, he began to thrust into her sleeping form, determined to claim her body once more before the night was through.

Lisa's eyes flew open as she felt the hot, thick sensation of Y/N's release flooding her sensitive depths. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body as she slowly came to, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, good morning, my love,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“I couldn't resist having one more taste of you before you woke.”

Lisa let out a soft, contented sigh, nuzzling into his embrace.

“Mmm, what a way to start the day,”

she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and lingering arousal.

“You always know how to make me feel so... complete.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly lifted herself off of his softening length, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his essence dripping down her thighs. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips, she gazed at him with adoration.

“I'm all yours, Y/N. Every inch of me.”

Lisa's eyes widened in a mix of shock and arousal as Y/N's words registered. She let out a soft gasp as he began gently rocking his hips, filling her once more.

“F-four hours?”

she breathed, her voice thick with a combination of disbelief and growing desire.

“You've been... taking me, even while I slept?”

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at the thought. She knew she should be scandalized, perhaps even angry, but the idea of Y/N using her body so thoroughly, so possessively, only served to stoke the flames of her lust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa pulled him closer, her nails raking down his back.

“You're insatiable, you know that?”

she purred, her eyes smoldering with unbridled hunger.

“But I love it. I love how you can't get enough of me.”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. In this moment, she belonged to him completely - body, mind, and soul.

Y/N gave a few more powerful thrusts, his hips snapping forward as he released a torrent of hot, thick cum straight into Lisa's waiting womb. As his orgasm subsided, Lisa pouted her lips in an exaggerated pout.

“Daddy, I wanted my breakfast in my throat, not just my belly!”

she whined, though her tone was playful rather than truly angry.

“Not that I'm complaining about getting my womb filled, of course. But I want your cum gliding down my throat next time, okay?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I need to taste every last drop of you, Daddy. So don't hold back next time, hmm?”

Y/N yanked Lisa's head forward, forcing his throbbing shaft deep into her throat. She gagged reflexively as his hot seed flooded her mouth, the sheer volume of it threatening to overwhelm her. Yet, even as tears sprang to her eyes, she fought to swallow every last drop, desperate to please her domineering lover.

Y/N's laughter echoed through the room as he watched her struggle.

“You asked for it, my dear,”

he taunted, his grip on her hair tightening.

“Now you'll have to endure it.”

Lisa's eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and arousal. She had wanted this, craved it, and she refused to back down now. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked him dry, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh as she milked every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

With that ELI’s debt got cleared.

After the 7-day ordeal with Y/N came to an end, Lisa returned to her home and resumed her life with ELI. On the surface, everything appeared normal - they continued their sweet, loving relationship, and Lisa seemed content. However, the domination and pleasure she had experienced with Y/N had left an indelible mark on her psyche.

Try as she might, Lisa found that she could no longer achieve the same level of fulfillment with ELI. His gentle caresses and tender lovemaking, while still enjoyable, simply could not compare to the raw, primal hunger she had tasted with Y/N. Her body craved the intensity, the degradation, the sheer carnal satisfaction that only her secret lover could provide.

And so, every weekend, Lisa would find herself slipping away, making excuses to visit Y/N. In his embrace, she would finally find the release she so desperately needed, her body trembling with ecstasy as he claimed her over and over again. Only then, with Y/N's essence coating her most intimate places, could Lisa truly find the peace and fulfillment she craved.

ELI remained blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's secret trysts, his trust in her unwavering. Little did he know that Lisa's heart and body belonged to another - a man who had awakened a hunger within her that could never truly be sated.

( With this the debt series is over. I wish you all liked it and loved it :) )

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A Butterfly and A Dragon’s Flight Chapter Eight

Chapter Summary: It's fun to play pretend. Word Count: 5,700 Warnings: Revalations, Lady Elinora and Prince Aemond Growing Closer, Daeron and Edward Protecting Elinora from Aemond, Aemond and Elinora Playing Pretend, Secret Rendezvous

“I heard everything,” Edward stated as he came to Daeron’s door at first light. The prince is still discombobulated from sleep. Silver hair was disheveled, eyes barely opened, and he was only clutching a white sheet to cover himself. “What?” Daeron questioned, overcome by sleep and his tired state did not differentiate if this was real or just a dream. 

“Last night, in the halls. I heard you and Prince Aemond.” Edward stated more clearly as he pushed himself inside the chambers of the youngest prince. Daeron sat on the edge of his bed, trying to comprehend the words of his friend, staring blankly at the stone floors whilst Edward waited for his response. “You… you heard everything?” Daeron uttered, piecing together and trying to remember the whole of his and his brother’s conversation. “I have.” 

“Then I suppose you now know that we are aware of whom Eli is betrothed,” Daeron said cautiously. “What?! I— What I heard was you playing a failed matchmaker between Prince Aemond and Elinora and how he only lusts after her— you know who my sister is betrothed to?! Even I do not know the man!” Edward exclaimed, and the booming voice of the young lord finally woke the young prince. “Do you really not know? We thought you knew! And you were simply doing your parent’s bidding and not telling Elinora or anyone who he is.” Daeron said as he stood and moved behind a divider to dress himself in a robe. “No! If I had known, I would have told Elinora the moment I knew! I do not agree with our parent’s decision to keep her in the dark when it came to her intended. I, too, wish to know who the man is in order to know if he is deserving of my sister!”

Daeron sighed as he stepped out, “It’s Jacaerys,” He revealed and watched as Edward’s wide, green eyes further widened. “A bastard!? They betrothed my sister to a bastard!?” Edward exclaimed in scandal, and Daeron quickly moved to hush his friend. “Imbecile! If the wrong ears heard you, your tongue could be cut!” Daeron warned and tried to make Edward sit back down, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. “But yes, Elinora is betrothed to a bastard… However, my grandfather reassured us that such a marriage would never take place. He had spoken with your parents, and a quiet agreement has been made that Elinora will not marry Jacaerys— he had gone to great lengths to ensure that whatever agreement or engagements are null and void.” Daeron reassured. 

“She can’t marry him… they cannot place her in such a position— Do not twist my words; I am not underestimating my sister, but you and I both know how Elinora is… she can’t even refuse meanless conversation from pitiful lords during balls even though she does not wish for it— what more when it is a band of small folk demanding her?” Edward said in great concern the same concerns that Daeron had when he learned that Elinora was bound to marry Prince Jacaerys. 

“I know, I know… I, too, had the same thoughts. But it is no use in fretting over the matter. Rest assured, no marriage shall take place. Jacaerys is already taken by the daughter of Daemon, and Elinora knows not that she is betrothed to him— in time, it was as if no betrothals took place.” 

“But what about your brother?” Edward then questioned. “I cannot in good conscience stay under the same roof as him, who had been sniffing around my sister! It is one thing to suspect what men think of Elinora— but to hear him shamelessly utter it is… I cannot stand for it, Daeron!” Edward began to seethe again. “I, too, cannot stand it, but what would you have us do? I have already warned and threatened my brother— and I know your manners nor station cannot warrant it. We cannot bring Uncle into this as it would spiral further out of control, and he will not hesitate to tell your parents, who will then undoubtedly lock Elinora in her cage.” Daeron rambled on. 

“Then what?” Edward questioned. “I do not know… but you are set to leave in a moon— we just need to watch over Elinora so that Aemond does not stray closer to her,” Daeron stated, and Edward could only nod with a grievous sigh, leaving his lips. His whole body was tense as he was proven right in all his accusations of the prince. “Go on then,” He stated. And Daeron frowned. “Go, accompany Elinora. I do not blame you fully, but it was your encouragement that managed for the two to grow fonder one another— now you must undo what you have done.” 

“Edward! You cannot hold that against me!” Daeron exclaimed. “I can and I will— unless you make certain that your brother shall not come close to my sister. Do you know what he did? He got her a cat! An adorable, fluffy little kitten whom Elinora is already smitten with! He has her in the palm of his hands!” Daeron groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did not know fully Elinora’s view on Aemond, but if his brother got her a cat— something she had been longing for since she was a child, it was safe to say that there was already affection blooming in her heart. 

“Very well then,” He muttered and disappeared the divider once more to dress. “Make haste; she will wake soon, and she will undoubtedly go to the pond to feed the ducks, and undoubtedly, your brother shall be waiting for her.” Edward sneered as he had grown to expect and know where Aemond waited to have his little rendezvous with his sister. 

“Daeron!” Elinora breathed out in shock when she opened her door only to reveal Daeron waiting at the other end of it. “What… why are you awake so early?” She questioned as she looked towards the edge of the hall to see that the sun was barely in its quarter, far too early for Daeron to be awake and ready for the day. “Oh… I just couldn’t sleep— and seeing you always wake so early, I thought I might accompany you today. I feel as if we have not spent much time these days.” Daeron quickly fibbed. 

“You slept poorly? Best to try some chamomile and lavender tea— wine cannot always aid you in sleep, Daeron.” Elinora advised as she and Daeron began to walk toward the direction of the pond. Elinora clutched a sleeping Peony in her arms. “I do not like tea! It tastes bitter and as if I’m only drinking the essences of leaves and grass— which I am!” Daeron reasoned as he felt that Elinora was on the verge of chastising him for his habitual glass or two of wine before bed. “But it’s good for you! It calms you down when need be and gives you energy if you wish— you cannot only drink wine, Daeron… I fear you might turn into your eldest brother,” Elinora whispered the final part, conscious of whose ears were eavesdropping upon them. 

Daeron paused in his tracks, a dramatic gasp leaving his lips. “You wound me, Eli!” He said theatrically, his hand atop his chest as if he were actually wounded. “You dare compare me to… to Aegon? Of all people?!” Elinora bit her lip to hinder her laugh at Daeron’s antics. “My, my… the capitol has truly changed you— has made you cruel! I think it best we return to the Reach, what has Kingslanding done to our Eli?” Daeron continued, and Elinora could no longer stifle her laughs. 

“I am still the same Daeron… I am just worried about you,” She sighed, a small smile still on her lips that seemed to lighten the mood of the rather dreary topic they were partaking in. Elinora had always had that gift about her, a lightness to make any dark or bleak subject find a sense of optimism in it. “I know, and I thank you for your concern,” Daeron smiled and linked their arms. 

“So…” Elinora trailed, wanting to hear a certain sentence to leave Daeron’s lips. “Fine, I shall refrain from drinking excessively, lest I become Aegon,” Daeron agreed almost half-heartedly. He had no clue that his accompanying Elinora that morning meant he would give up wine. But he supposed that it was a small price to pay to prevent Aemond from slithering his way to Elinora’s side. 

When they arrived at the pond, Elinora saw no other presence present, quietly disappointing her. She had thought that Prince Aemond would be there, waiting for her to feed the ducks and swans just as they did the previous days. Elinora traveled her gaze further around the pond, but the sight of silver hair draped atop black leather was nowhere to be seen, making her sigh and instead forge the thought of Prince Aemond and instead focus on feeding the birds. 

She tried to remove her thoughts from Prince Aemond, but as she and Daeron fed the ducks, she could not help but still think of the prince. She had noticed he acted quite differently when others surrounded him. He was more rigid and aloof, just as he was during the previous night’s dinner. There was an edge in his voice and tenseness in his movements, a stark difference from how he was when Elinora would encounter him alone in the gardens and pond. 

Aemond gritted his teeth as he predictably saw his brother with Elinora, accompanying her to the pond that Daeron fully knew was where he and Elinora spoke and encountered one another without the disturbance of other interlopers. Aemond breathed heavily as he watched from behind a bush as Elinora arrived by the pond's edge, her eyes shifting, looking as if she was searching for someone— searching for him. 

Aemond swallowed thickly at such thoughts and the disappointed look in her jade eyes. Could it be possible? That someone would miss him? Would anyone truly wish to be in his presence and search for his whereabouts, and when not found, would turn disappointed? Aemond turned cold at such realizations. It was a rare sensation and instance, but he would think he should grow to expect it because someone like Elinora was truly rare.

He had the urge to just march towards the pond and announce his presence to her, to wipe away the disappointment in her eyes and let her see that he was there. That he did not forget their custom of feeding the ducks. However, Aemond’s caution ruled his wants. The prince instead left the gardens and pushed away the thought of the girl to the farthest crevices of his mind and hoped by some gracious miracle, his thought would not stray to Elinora. 

“What in the name of the gods are you doing here? You should be watching over Elinora!” Edward suddenly exclaimed as Daeron entered his chambers and plopped down on his already-made bed. “Calm down; she is in the chapel with our mothers,” Daeron explained, voic muffled as his head was pressed upon the feathered bed. “By gods, it’s quite exhausting! Elinora does not run around, but we have walked along the whole keep thrice! Thrice, Edward! She had no actual place to go; she just walked around for leisure!” Daeron complained and settled further into the bed. 

“She’s not walking for leisure; she’s searching,” Edward explained as he tried to finish writing a scroll that his father ordered him to write. “Searching for what?” Daeron asked, but he quickly came to an answer. “Oh,” was all he could say as he realized Elinora’s sudden fondness for walking was because she was hoping to stumble upon Aemond. “How are you so certain that she was in search of someone?” Daeron asked. 

“Because that certain someone was doing the same thing as well. I was breaking my fast in the hall, and I saw Prince Aemond pass by five times, his eye clearly searching for my sister.” Edward explained. “Does she truly like him, or are we simply paranoid? I know he’s my brother and all… however, I quite find it hard to believe that someone would be fond of him in such a way… especially if it be Elinora.” Edward sighed and shook his head. “It’s quite plain…  I cannot explain it or fathom it, but I believe all our caution is reasonable. And even if she is not truly fond of the prince, we are both aware of how fond your brother is of her.” 

Elinora sat silently and alone in a pew behind her mother and the queen as they listened to a private service since it was proven dangerous for them to venture to the sept. “Seven,” A silky, cold voice suddenly whispered beside her. Elinora was momentarily startled, but as she turned to her side, she suddenly saw Prince Aemond sitting beside her. “What?” She asked, confused by what he had uttered. “I thought you were counting how many times he had said ‘tsk’ during his sermon,” Aemond said but quickly cringed at himself as he had no word of substance to say to Elinora. But he was quick to be absolved from recoiling at himself as a smile came to Elinora’s lips. “No, on the contrary, I was counting how many times he’s been saying ‘hm,’ and I believe it had been five,” 

Aemond bit the insides of his cheeks and nodded as Elinora moved to look onward once more as the Maester who was giving the sermon noticed that the two of them were distracted with one another. “Have you fed the ducks today?” Aemond asked quietly as both of them looked before the alter, discreetly having a conversation. “I have… Daeron joined me. Though I must admit, the ducks were skeptical of him,” She answered and ran her fingers through Peony’s fur. Aemond hummed and gave a small nod. 

Aemond was to speak again, read to utter another nonsensical thing just to keep his conversation with Elinora. However, they both saw as the Queen glanced toward their direction. “Aemond! I— what are you doing here?” Queen Alicent questioned as his son rarely ventured to the sept or any place of worship uncoerced. “Attending the sermon, Mother,” He answered plainly, glancing towards Elinora, who lowered her gaze and focused it upon her kitten that lay on her lap. Queen Alicent was still quite confused, but she gave a nod and returned to look onward. 

“What are you doing here, my prince? If I remember correctly, you mentioned the other day that you have no care for the gods,” Elinora whispered and leaned closer to the prince so that he could hear her. Aemond licked his lips as he followed along with Elinora’s movement and leaned closer to her, her scent invading his senses again. If he were a lesser man, he would give into his urges, bury his nose into her hair, and greedily inhale her scent of lilac and bergamots. 

“Such blasphemous words, surely I was not the one to utter it,” Aemond smirked, and once again, Elinora frowned in confusion as he denied an action that he clearly did. “But— do you not remember? We were in the pond and found the duck’s nest and were having a conversation about faith and how you barely have any,” Elinora explained, trying to make the prince remember. “Once again, my lady, I do not know what you speak of,” Aemond said and smirked further as an adorable pout came to Elinora’s lips. 

“Why do you do that?” Elinora suddenly questioned as she and Prince Aemond began to walk towards the pond once again. “Do what?” He asked as he inched closer to her side, letting their shoulders brush with each step they took. “Deny things you’ve done— they are not necessarily bad things, which is why it is confusing when you deny it,” Aemond felt a grin itching to come to his lips. “Well, first of all, it’s amusing. Watching you try to figure out if you had false memories or not. And secondly…” 

“You’re teasing me,” Elinora said, feeling heat come to her cheeks. “Exactly,” Aemond finally smiled. “That’s mean!” She protested as they descended the stairs, Aemond taking the initiative to hold her arm and assist her as she tripped upon the skirts of her dress. “Not quite… I do not do it out of malice… just amusement.” Aemond explained as they reached the end of the stairs. “So you see me as a jester then?” Elinora questioned, so consumed by how the prince truly viewed her that she did not bother to remove her hold on the prince’s arm, and Aemond did not dare to remove it himself. Letting himself enjoy and indulge in the warmness and touch of Elinora. 

“It is just harmless teases, Elinora. Surely your brother and even Daeron do it to you as well,” Aemond remarked as he led them to a path less traveled towards the pond just so they’d be out of the eyes of interlopers. “So if it was all just teases… and you were only pretending… then it was truly you who gave me Peony!” Elinora exclaimed and moved her kitten to be seen better by the prince. Aemond paused for a moment, not thinking that she would mention that subject once more. 

“Yes,” He finally admitted and felt his heart stutter as a wide smile overcame Elinora’s face— eyes crinkling in joy and an indent on the right corner of her lips appearing. “I knew it! I— I have not properly thanked you for the past days because I was uncertain, but… thank you, my prince— I never wanted anything more than a cat.” Elinora said gratefully as she clutched Peony closer to her chest, Aemond watching as the kitten snuggled itself further to her owner. 

Aemond could only blink as Elinora beamed upon him. The whole of it was overwhelming; with them under the shade of trees, hidden from the eyes of the court, and the image of her with a kitten in her arms and butterflies over her head, Aemond felt a sudden urge to hold her. Not kiss her, but just to simply have her in his arms. Nothing of lust, just something entirely pure. 

“You… you need not thank me, Elinora.” Aemond finally spoke. “No, but I do! You’ve given me something I will cherish and love forever! I could only hope I could offer you the same kindness. How could I ever repay you?” She said, feeling rather guilty. She knew there was kindness and warmth in the prince. She now regretted how she had viewed the prince before. She recoiled in her judgment and could only hope the gods would forgive her for her past opinion of Prince Aemond. 

Aemond was ready to speak no more of it, to tell her that she had no debt owed, but her words — no, the whole her was too tempting. “Very well then, if you’re this insistent… could you perhaps accompany me to the city tonight?” That made the smile falter on Elinora’s lips. “What?” She asked, a bit shocked by his request. 

“The twins’ name day is in two days, and as their uncle, I am expected to bestow them a gift… a gift that I have not yet acquired nor know what it will be. I shall need your help.” Aemond fibbed. He had already gotten the twins their gifts. Saddles for their dragons. But he only wished to be with Elinora, far from the eyes and ears of others in the court, especially her brother and his. Elinora was rendered silent, Aemond clearly seeing apprehension in her eyes. Perhaps he was too forward with his request, but he found little care. 

“Never mind, if you do—“ He began to speak, but Elinora quickly shook her head, her guilt already controlling her as well as her wish to please the prince. “No! I… I’ll help you,” she suddenly said. Aemond raised his brow in question, “You’ll come with me to the city?” Aemond questioned once more. “Yes,” Elinora answered, feeling her palms grow cold in nervousness. “I’ll come with you to the city.” 

When late-night came, Elinora paced in her chambers. Her fingers fiddled with the ends of her hair as she waited for the prince. She turned to the balcony of her chambers, a view of the city and the moon that was nearing its peak. It was far past her usual time of sleep, but even though she wanted to lay her head on the soft feathered pillow, she made a promise to the prince that she must keep. 

“Am I doing the right thing, Peony?” Elinora asked quietly as she petted her pet’s fur for comfort. It was daunting to do such a thing. It was filling her with nerves and guilt, but going back to her word would only fill her with more guilt. 

Elinora abruptly stood up as three knocks sounded out. She need not question who it was because everyone in her life simply walked into her chambers without announcing their presence. Elinora took in three deep breaths before she approached the door, and when it opened, she saw the dark figure of the prince, his face and hair hidden by a hood. “Are you ready?” Prince Aemond questioned quietly as she was dressed in a gown of light blue, a gown that would easily garner attention. 

“I don’t have a hood,” Elinora admitted. “I thought so… here, wear this,” Aemond said and handed her his spare hood, which Elinora quickly took and wore. The girl held her breath as Prince Aemond reached forward and secured the hood to cover her face. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as the prince’s fingers brushed the side of her neck, but luckily, the shadow of her hood hid the color blooming on her cheeks. 

“So… do you have anything in mind to gift the prince and princess?” Elinora asked as Aemond led them through the dark halls of the keep. “What?” Aemond questioned, temporarily forgetting the fib he offered her. “For their name day? I thought that is why we are going to the city,” Elinora stated. “Oh,” Ameond suddenly remembered. “Nothing, I truly have no idea what to give the twins.” 

“Where are we going?” Elinora questioned as she thought they would exit through the gates. “Did you truly think that we were going through the gates? Where guards could tattle on us?” Aemond questioned with a smirk as he pushed an inconspicuous wall that led to the secret passages of the keep. 

“There are a series of tunnels in this keep that leads to differing rooms, the shore, and the city,” Aemond explained as he took hold of Elinora’s hand in fear she would get lost in the tunnels. “Oh, we also have the same tunnels in Highgarden… but all of them just lead to the kitchen.” She informed, and through the dark, she could sense a question from the prince. “My ancestor was really fond of eating… especially during the middle of the night,” She explained, “Me and Edward often used to play there, but my father had it sealed off when I was eight because I accidentally got lost,” 

“Well, best stay by my side then. I’d rather not have you lost here and others discover these secret passageways,” Aemond hummed and smirked further as Elinora did as he said and further clung to his side. 

“I’ve never done this before,” Elinora admitted as they finally arrived at the city. Their bodies squished with the crowd, different sights and smells invading and overwhelming her. “Go to the city?” Aemond questioned as he moved his hold to Elinora’s waist to keep her by his side and ensure no danger would come upon her. “Yes, and sneak out without any of my family’s knowledge, leave during the night, and go about unescorted.” She rambled on, her nerves now taking hold of her, and Aemond was quick to sense it. “No one shall ever know,” Aemond reassured. 

“What is that?” Elinora questioned as her eyes caught sight of a group of people dressed in quite garish yet luxurious clothing. “Performers,” Aemond answered plainly, his eye keen for any danger that may arise as they were in the crowded street. Elinora chewed on her cheeks, a request wanting to be uttered, but she feared the prince’s response that she might be overindulging with her newfound glimpse of freedom. “What is it, Elinora?” Prince Aemond questioned, already aware that she wanted to speak of something, but she held herself back. 

“Could we possibly watch? Just for a moment, then we could return to finding the gifts for the twins.” Elinora asked shyly, already expecting the prince to deny her request. But who could truly deny Elinora? It was most certainly not Prince Aemond. 

“Very well, if you wish.” Aemond agreed and felt his heart stutter again as a beaming smile made itself on her lips. It should concern Aemond at how easy she was to please, was she truly that shut off from the world and kept in chains that him just humoring a small request could garner the most breathtaking smile and grateful aura? 

For years, he had been surrounded by courtiers who were given all the lavishness that the world could offer, but none seemed enough to quench their desires and wants. with Elinora… he was positive that you could simply bring her a pebble from the gardens, and she’d appreciate it beyond words and keep that rock in her care until the end of her days. Aemond breathed in deeply, and instead of smelling the rancid smell of the city, he could only smell her scent. Elinora was truly a breath of fresh air in the pollution Aemond had been brought up in. 

“They're quite amusing… perhaps you could have them perform for the prince and princess,” Elinora suggested, and before Aemond could reply, Elinora’s laugh filled his ears and symbolized him that all he could do was savor the laughs that came from her lips. 

When Elinora did not hear the prince’s reply, she ceased her laughs only to see the prince looking upon her intently, making her concious. “Or not— perhaps we should venture to the shops.” She quickly said and tried to be rid of her amusement as it did not coordinate with the deeply serious expression on the prince’s face. 

“No… we could stay— I was just thinking over your suggestion,” Aemond quickly said, not wanting to cut short Elinora’s mirth. Elinora was silent for a moment, forgetting their surroundings as she stared deeply into the prince’s lilac eye. She gave a small nod and returned to face the performers and could only hope that the prince was not simply humoring her. 

“What of toys?” Elinora suggested as they walked along an alley of differing shops to search for gifts for the twins. After Aemond had spoken with the performers, who were shocked to discover that the most mysterious and undoubtedly one of the more standoffish princes of the realm had watched their performance and now wanted them to entertain the court, he finally led Elinora to the shops. “They already have a myriad of toys— most of them are just gathering dust.” 

“Then… clothes? Perhaps a set of them where they could match?” She suggested once more, but the prince only shook his head. “Mother and Helaena had already seen to it that they are clothed in coordinated gowns and tunics.” He responded, and Elinora could only hum, deep in thought. 

“Do they have a specific interest?” Elinora questioned as she earnestly tried to think of a gift for the twins that Aemond had already bought gifts for. “I believe Jaehaera is fond of toying around with the abandoned harp in Helaena’s chambers, and I often see Jaehaerys creating doodles when he is set to learn the histories,” Aemond responded and observed as Elinora’s attention was briefly caught by a seller selling sweets. 

Aemond was quick to take a few coins from his pocket and handed them to the vendor, took a bag of comfits, and silently handed it to Elinora. “Oh, thank you,” She said in joy as she need not utter anything, but Prince Aemond was quick to notice what she wished for. “Should we then get a small harp for Princess Jaehaera and an easel for Prince Jaehaerys?” She questioned and nibbled on a sugar-coated nut and offered some of the sweets to the prince, who denied her offer. 

“Very well then, come, I believe there is a shop that sells music supplies by the end of this street,” Elinora nodded and happily followed the prince as she ate her sweets. “Do you often go here?” Elinora questioned. It was rather a silly question, seeing how well-versed the prince was in the alleys and streets of the city. However, she could not help but ask it because she herself lived in Highgarden but could only account for going to the city five times in her life. 

Aemond was silent for a moment, not wanting to reveal to Elinora the true reason why he would often venture to the polluted and crowded place. “Only business demands me to,” He uttered a half-truth. “What type of business?” Elinora continued to question, genuinely interested in the prince. Aemond felt his jaw clench at her questions because he did not wish to lie to her, but he further did not wish to tell her the truth. “You’re quite inquisitive, why this interest in my business?” Aemond then asked to keep Elinora away from the subject of his ventures to the city. 

However, his question and his uncontrollable tone of coldness quickly undid the progress they had made that day, as Elinora felt she had grown to be a nuisance to the prince. “I apologize, I did not mean to overstep, Your Highness,” Elinora said in remorse, and Aemond balled his fists as he felt that they were nearing retracing old patterns. 

Aemond sighed as they reached the shop. He opened the door for Elinora, who stepped inside and quickly situated herself where they kept the harps, and Aemond could only stand idly by the side as he thought about how to salvage the progress he and Elinora had made. That day was the most natural they had been. Gone was the cold, calloused edge from him, and Elinora no longer shied or cowered away. 

“Is the harp for you, miss?” The old shopkeeper questioned Elinora as she observed the harps they had. “Oh, no… it’s for a little girl,” She answered with a polite smile. “For your daughter, miss?” Elinora could only blink at the question. She remembered Prince Aemond’s advice earlier, that they must not be found and that they must be rid of any indications that they were highborn, so Elinora could only smile and nod. 

“Oh, what joy! I’m guessing it is for her name day, how old is she?” Aemond watched from the door as Elinora humored the shopkeeper and conversed with him a fake life. He watched her fiddle with her hair as the shopkeeper continued to speak, trying to learn more about the hoax of life she tried to sell, and Aemond could not help but be amused. 

There was a clear tell in Elinora when she lied. She could not hold the gaze of anyone, and her fingers would play with the ends of her hair. Twirling and coiling the dark auburn strands repeatedly as if to soothe herself. “So which harp, miss? So I could wrap it up, and you could be on your way,” 

“That one,” Aemond finally announced his presence as he stepped forward and pointed upon a small harp with carvings of flowers and serendipitously, ducks that Elinora had been eyeing since they stepped foot into the shop. “Oh, is he your husband, miss?” The shopkeeper questioned, and Elinora was rendered speechless. Cheeks so red that she was certain that she was the color of a poppy. “Yes,” Aemond answered for her, his heart beating erratically in his chest as he said the simple word. 

“Oh, very well then, I’ll have it wrapped and ready for you, sir.” The shopkeeper said, but Aemond shook his head. “I shall have it picked up later today, but we pay now,” He said, not wanting to carry around a harp in the city streets and most certainly did not wish to reveal that they resided in the Red Keep. “What name shall I have it saved for, sir?” 

“Peony,” Elinora was the one to reply, finally taking hold of herself as she had forced herself to be absolved from the redness on her cheeks. “Peony?” The shopkeeper questioned, and Aemond stilled as he watched the man try to take a good look at his face that he had hidden under the shadow of his hood. “Yes, it’s our family name— here’s the payment. Now, if you would, my wife and I must get back to our daughter. Goodbye,” Aemond hastily said and took hold of Elinora’s hand before rushing out of the shop before their true identities were revealed. 

“Oh gods,” Elinora breathed out, heart racing at the sudden thrill of it all. “You’re quite a good liar,” Aemond stated as he saw that there was turmoil running in the girl’s mind. It was as if she was guilty, but at the same time, she was thrilled at the sudden adventure. “I’ve never had to pretend to be another person before!” Elinora said in excitement, and Aemond bit his tongue as he saw a newfound twinkle in her light jade eyes. “Best get used to it, we still have to acquire Jaehaery’s gift,” Aemond said with a small smile as he and Elinora continued to play pretend that evening with just the two of them, hand in hand, in the streets of Kingslanding away from the eyes of the court. 

Tag List: @sapphirevhagar @dahlias-and-marigolds @shygardengalaxy-blog @m-riaa @summerposie @emerald-jade1

[callmemonster68]

ENHYPEN - Hot Surprise ( smut )

You decided to surprise him with a nude, detail, he had never seen you naked

Pairing: Enhypen X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, public sex, oral

Sunoo Scene: Sunoo is taking selfies and sending them to you when you decide to reply with something bolder. Dialogue: Sunoo: "Look how good I look today, Y/N. Admit it, you’re lucky." Y/N: "You look amazing, but... I think I can top that." (You send the photo.) Sunoo: (gasps softly in surprise) "Y/N!!! You just... Oh my God, I don’t even know what to say." Y/N: "Then don’t say anything, just enjoy it." Sunoo: "I did enjoy it. Now, how do I see you like this up close?"

Sunghoon Scene: Sunghoon is at the gym. You know he’s busy, but you can’t resist. Dialogue: Y/N: "Hey, are you super busy over there?" Sunghoon: "I’m on a break. What’s up?" Y/N: (sends the photo) "Just wanted to give you a little extra motivation." Sunghoon: (stares at the screen, speechless for a moment) "Y/N... are you trying to kill me? How am I supposed to keep working out after this?" Y/N: "Maybe you need a different kind of workout with me." Sunghoon: "I’m on my way."

Niki Scene: Niki is playing video games when he gets a notification from your message. Dialogue: Niki: "What is it, Y/N? I’m in the middle of a match here." Y/N: "I just wanted to distract you a little..." (You send the photo.) Niki: (immediately drops the controller) "What was that? I lost because of you!" Y/N: (laughing) "I thought you’d like it..." Niki: "Like it? You just became my only focus. Forget the game, send me another one."

Jay Scene: Jay is alone in the music studio, reviewing some compositions. You decide to surprise him. Dialogue: Y/N: "Hey, do you have a second? I wanted to show you something..." Jay: "Sure, what is it? Is it something important?" Y/N: "That depends... Does this seem important to you?" (You send the photo.) Jay: (chokes and almost spills his coffee) "WHAT?! Y/N, you’re... incredible. I wasn’t ready for this." Y/N: "I wanted to see your reaction... Looks like I got it." Jay: "I can’t take my eyes off my phone. You’re perfect... Can I come over right now?"

Heeseung Scene: Heeseung is practicing guitar when you decide to spice things up. Dialogue: Y/N: "Hee, do you want some new inspiration?" Heeseung: "Of course! What do you have for me?" Y/N: (sends the photo) "How about this?" Heeseung: (drops his phone to the floor) "WHAT? Y/N, this is... I wasn’t expecting this from you!" Y/N: "Is it bad?" Heeseung: "Bad? It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I’m going to need some time to process this."

Jungwon Scene: Jungwon is reading messages before bed when you decide to do something unexpected. Dialogue: Y/N: "Are you still awake?" Jungwon: "Yeah, just getting ready to sleep. Why?" Y/N: (sends the photo) "So you can have sweet dreams." Jungwon: (stares at his phone in disbelief) "Y/N... I didn’t know you were this... Wow." Y/N: "Is that bad?" Jungwon: "Terrible. Now I won’t be able to sleep thinking about you."

Jake Scene: Jake is in the middle of a casual call with you, complaining about his busy day. Dialogue: Jake: "Today was a mess, seriously... I just need something to cheer me up right now." Y/N: "I think I can help with that." (You send the photo.) Jake: (silent for a few seconds) "Is this real? Y/N, are you kidding me?" Y/N: "You don’t like it?" Jake: (nervously laughing) "I LOVE it. You just made my entire day worth it. I can’t wait to see you like this in person."

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[darkredsugarcookie]

"The Pressure of His Lips" - ex!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! Like three (3) people have asked me to start posting fics on here, so here we go. I'm new to posting on tumblr, but I'm a wattpad and ao3 veteran, so be nice. I'm still trying to figure out the formatting and everything for this place :P

Summary: After breaking up due to your secret relationship being brought to the surface, you are not handling the separation well. Too much vodka and lonely nights end with you accidentally Bucky from the bathroom floor.

Warnings: Alcohol use, heavy intoxication, mentions of smoking weed, slight hint at SA history upon the reader, angst, alpine mention!!!! let me know if I missed any!

DISCLAIMER: This is an excerpt from a bigger fic I've been writing in which the self-insert has a history of SA. It is hinted at for one sentence in this specific blurb.

By all means, I should’ve been the one that managed to keep my head above water. Dad hit rock bottom when he was my age— after my grandparents died. He was no stranger to tell me about it. It was always an example of what not to do. Even Mom had her struggles after she lost her brother. 

I had every picture perfect reason to stay away from anything that could drag me down like a weight in still water. Which is why I couldn’t tell you how I ended up at the bottom of a bottle on a Monday night in uptown Manhattan. 

For a long time, I refused to drink more than once in heavy social settings after what happened when I was seventeen. But this? I didn’t care anymore. I needed whatever would keep him and my parents and the team out of my head. 

The problem I was running into, however, was that by the time I was cross-faded in a mass of bodies in a bar uptown, he was the only thing I had the ability to think about. 

Everything I wouldn’t confront during the day when I was sober chased me down until I was curled up in the corner of a bathroom stall. 

The smell of weed clouded my senses as the cold tile floor hit the backs of my thighs. The vodka still on my tongue made me dizzy and I could feel my heart beating like a drum in my head.

Every memory axed its way into my head like a migraine I couldn’t shake. I could spend every night like this, I could dance with strangers I didn’t care about, I could swear off men to my best friend and demand that I was completely fine, but I would always end up like this. Thinking about how I could still feel the pressure of his lips on my skin and if I tried hard enough, the temperature of the bathroom tiles almost felt like that of his arm under my fingers whenever we were curled up together. 

I couldn’t keep a straight thought. It all flashed through my head in images I couldn’t shake. 

My phone was vibrating. 

I fumbled for it, where it was tucked into the front of my dress, and I didn’t even check who was calling when I  tapped the screen and held it to my ear. I sniffled, wiping my nose. My cheeks were wet. 

I was crying. That seemed to be pretty normal for me these days. 

“Hello?” 

I blinked. Great, now I was hallucinating voices. I’d never reached that point of being wasted. “Nat,” I said, rubbing my eyes. I probably just ruined my makeup already. “What’s up?” I did my best to sound sober. Probably didn’t work.

There was a heavy sigh. “You didn’t mean to call me,” he said. 

“You called me,” I replied. 

“No, I did not. Are you… Are you okay?” 

“I am fine,” I said. “I’m not… supposed to talk to you.” “I know, angel.” Another sigh, a shuffle of something. Maybe blankets. It couldn’t have been that late. 

“Are you sleeping?”

“It’s almost four in the morning.”

My head was pounding, swimming… I couldn’t quite breathe right. “You don’t really sleep…”

“No, I don’t. Less now. Where are you?” 

“Why?” I felt defensive all of a sudden. No matter the fact I didn’t think I could get up off this floor if the building was on fire. 

“Because you’re drunk, sweetheart. And you’re alone. It’s not safe.”

“You don’t know that I’m- if I’m alone.”

A brief pause. “Yes, I do. Do you know where you are?” 

I was picking at a loose thread on the hem of my dress. “I’m…” I squeezed my eyes shut. That string wrapped around my finger twice. “I’m in the bathroom.”

“Okay, hold on—” I heard a door shut. It was quiet for a second. “I know where you are. You stay in the bathroom, okay? I’ll come get you.”

“But you—”

“No, you stay where you are.” I shrank a little. “Hear me?” 

“Yeah…” “Good. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I think I fell asleep after that, because the next thing I remember was hearing a commotion of voices— only one of which I recognized. 

Then it got so bright as the stall door was pushed open and I swear it felt like my heart that had dropped dead almost a month ago was beating again. 

Bucky’s face was a mix of emotions as he touched my cheek. “Sweetheart…” He said, letting out a breath. 

“Why are you here?” I asked, blinking a few times to try and see clearly. If he was here, I wanted to feel it, see it. All of it. 

“I’m here for you, doll.”

“But you hate me.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “No, I don’t, baby. I don’t hate you. But we need to get you home, come on.”

Without waiting for me to say anything, he lifted me to my feet. “Where are your shoes?” he asked. I just shrugged. 

As I limped my way to the bathroom exit, one of the other girls stopped him, demanding that he either explain how he knew me, or set me down. If I was sober, I might have hugged her for that. “He’s…” I started. 

She cast a worried glance from me, to the man holding me up. Bucky sighed and pulled out his phone, showing her the screen. “She’s mine, promise.” I barely caught a glimpse of the wallpaper. It was a picture Avery had taken of us when we were in Atlanta, we were in the kitchen, not even aware she was watching. 

Once we were past the crowds, he shoved the door open and helped me outside. The chilly air shocked me a little back into my senses, but not much. 

He pulled the car door open and helped me into the passenger seat before rounding the hood and climbing in. “I feel like lecturing you on how dangerous this is might be pointless because I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of it.”

I sniffled, wiping my cheeks. “I thought I was… fine.” “I’m sure you did,” he said, pulling onto the street. “Avery would have a heart attack if she knew about this, you know?” 

“Yeah… It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he sighed, shoving a hand through his hair. “This isn’t like you.”

“Sure it is,” I replied as I looked out the window. “It’s in my genes.” Bucky glanced at me, but didn’t say anything. When we pulled up outside my apartment building, I paused. “How do you—”

“I had a feeling something like this would happen. I got it from Nat.” 

“She gave it to you?” 

“I had to ask. Beg, actually.”

“That isn’t like you,” I said, quoting his own words. He cast me that same look he always gave me when I said something annoying, but valid. I smiled a little, tipping my head against the headrest of the car as I watched him climb out. 

When he got to my side and pulled the door open, he didn’t give me an option. Next thing I knew, he was scooping me into his arms and I didn’t have it in me to fight. I leaned closer, letting my body relax for the first time in weeks. I could scold myself for this in the morning. 

“What’s the door code?” he asked me. 

“My birthday,” I replied in more of a mumble than anything. “It’s—”

“I know your birthday, angel.” 

I sighed and nodded as we stepped into the warmth of the lobby. I didn’t question him as he held me the whole way to my apartment, his fingers occasionally brushing against my body as if it was muscle memory. 

He pressed the same code into my door keypad and shoved the door open. 

“Don’t let the cat out,” I muttered. 

“The what— Oh my god.” I heard my little white kitten meow up at him. “That’s Snowball,” I said. “Or Alpine. I can’t choose.”

He sighed, a small smile on his face. “I like Alpine.”

Bucky carried me to the master bedroom and set me on the bed. I rubbed my eyes, the ache behind them starting to grow. He disappeared for a second and when he came back, he put a glass of water in my hand. “Drink this,” he said, setting my shoes in my closet. I wondered briefly where he found them before he returned from the closet with the Avengers Compound sweatshirt that used to be his, but I had reclaimed. “You can’t sleep in that dress,” he said. “Or that makeup.” 

“I’ll be fine—” I started. 

“No. You’re gonna change. I’ll give you a—”

“I can’t get the zipper myself,” I said quietly. “It’s not- It’s not a ploy… Promise.” 

He helped me to my feet and turned me around before tugging at the zipper. I felt the air hit my back a second before his hand landed at my waist. “Are you gonna remember anything from tonight?” 

“I hope so,” I said softly. Other words for definitely not. 

Bucky sighed and dropped his head to my shoulder. “I miss you,” he breathed, lips brushing against my skin. “More than I’ve ever missed anyone.” 

A pain lodged itself in my chest. It was so deep that in this moment I genuinely didn’t think it’d ever leave me. And if it did, it might just leave a hole where it sat. “Bucky…” 

“Get changed. I’ll be right back.”

When I felt his body heat disappear from me, I dropped my dress to the ground and tugged on the sweatshirt he’d set on the bed. I didn’t bother with shorts, just left my underwear on. 

I dropped onto the edge of the bed, finished my water, held my hands in my lap. 

Bucky came from the bathroom and clicked on the lamp beside my bed. He took my face in his hand and with the warm rag in his hand, wiped it gently along my face. “Close your eyes,” he said softly. 

I did as I was told. It wasn’t as in depth as I could’ve myself, but it was enough to keep my eyes from hurting in the morning.

He tossed the rag in the hamper and guided me into bed. “You need to sleep,” he said softly. 

“I’m not used to sleeping alone,” I mumbled against my pillow. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he replied, fingers combing through my hair. “Me either. But you’re gonna be okay.” 

I felt exhaustion coming for me like a thief in the night. “You think so?” 

“I know so. Sleep, baby.” 

A breath escaped me. I didn’t have the energy to speak anymore.

As sleep pulled me away, I felt his kiss against my head. Then the light clicked off and it was gone like a dream. 

[rookinthecrownest]

17 for the ask game!

17. Rook teaching someone a skill

“It’s alright, Little Dove. Try again”

Madeleina Mercar sits with her daughter, held snuggly in her lap, and watches as blue sparks of magic sputter in and out existence.

Francesca huffs, and Madeleina, knowing her daughter as she does, is picturing the look of frustration on her delicate features although she can’t see her. Her aquiline nose must be scrunched, and thick brows drawn low over doe-like eyes. The blue light emanating from her small hands fades, as they drop into her lap.

Frannie turns to her mother and frowns, her shoulders deflating, “I can’t do it … not like you”

Madeleina runs her hands gently through her pin-straight black hair. One of the many features, both in personality and appearance, she inherited from her father. Lucanis’ little twin, in nearly every way. The best of both of them, Madeleina thinks. After all, the magic bit was all her.

“Ah, little Dove, you’ve only been at this for a few days” Madeleina offers a warm smile and touches her forehead to Frannie’s, reveling her daughter’s warmth. “You’ll get better, you just need more practice”

That only seems to deepen Francesca’s frown as she pulls away from her mother, indignant.

“I’m a mage!” She says, punctuated with the stubbornness of youth. “I should be able to -... to... I don’t know! Make something!”

Then, she lets loose the real crux of the issue next.

“How am I supposed to tell my baby brother stories if I can’t do it like you…” 

Madeleina is unable stop herself from letting out a surprised breath. A little part of her had certainly been curious when Francesca barged into their bedroom one night and demanded to know how Madeleina’s illusions work. She had planned on showing her at some point, of course – but wanted to wait until she was a bit older and had a more refined grasp on her magic. When her magic first manifested, she nearly froze their elderly cat, Frupert, into an ice sculpture. Francesca’s control had improved leaps and bounds since then, but it still wasn’t quite perfect and one had to watch for the errant fireball when she was in one of her moods. The singe marks being painted over their estate were proof of that, and the staff had learned to duck quite well as a result. Nonetheless, she was making all the progress she could in her personal instruction of Francesca– making use of her time in the Circle to guide her instruction.

Madeleina smiles warmly and rubs her growing belly, now about four months into pregnancy. Francesca joins the motion and pulls herself into a hug with her mother.

She doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there, holding each other, and she’s not sure what prompts her to conjure an illusion, but she does so anyway.

It’s a familiar one – a castle surrounded by four turrets and long, pointed spires. Finely gilded wrought-iron gates bar the entrances. It floats between them for a few moments, and her daughter stares, transfixed by its construction.

“That’s the castle from the Sleeping Princess” Francesca mumbles. “I’ll never be able to make it…”

“Yes, you will. You just need to start with something smaller” Madeleina waves her hand and the castle disappears from existence.

“We use our magic to tap into the Fade and make the real world a little more like the Fade- just for a moment” She explains, putting her arm out in front of her daughter again. It glows with blue light once more. “When I do my magic, I think if it as bringing the stories that live in my heart into the real world, using the Fade as the bridge”

Madeleina holds her daughter closely, and Francesca in turn, nuzzles into her neck.

“Think hard, think carefully about a memory or a story. Something simple, but important to you. Focus on it in your mind’s eye, and then draw on the Fade to make it real”

“Mmm…” Frannie looks hesitant, and Madeleina gently touches their foreheads again and puts a hand on her daughter’s heart.

“Don’t think about it so much in here” She bonks their foreheads together gently and Frannie blinks in confusion. “Think with this” Madeleina puts a finger on her daughter’s chest, where her heart should be, and leans back.

Francesa closes her eyes tightly, balls her fists together, and clenches them tightly until they start glowing blue again. She keeps her eyes closed like she’s searching for something deep in the recesses of her mind.

‘Come on, you can do it’ Madeleina thinks to herself, watching eagerly as the results of her daughter’s efforts start to take shape.

She bites her lip as three amorphous blobs start winding their way into a clumsy existence at the hands of her daughter.

“You’re doing it, Little Dove! Keep going” Madeleina whispers in her ear, and puts a reassuring hand on her back.

Francesca’s eyebrows furrow in concentration. Madeleina restrains a chuckle as she watches Frannie’s tongue stick out of the side of her mouth.

She’s made a few shapes before, but has never sustained something so complicated as a fully formed figure or a building.

Three figures start stretching out and winding back on and collapsing in on themselves. Just when she thinks Francesca’s about to give up, one of them starts taking shape. Slowly, but surely, one of the figures starts to resemble… Lucanis?

It has his widow’s peak, feathered back hair, the beard, the square jaw and handsome features she fell in love with all those years ago. Then, the other blob starts to take on more of her features, for just a moment, before a grunt of effort from Francesca releases the illusion into the Ether once more.

“Agh! Why!” Frannie pounds her fists on her knees and groans, leaning back into Madeleina’s arms and flopping like every ounce of tension from every muscle left her in that exact moment.

Madeleina chuckled and pinched her cheeks. “Little Dove, I’ve been doing this kind of magic for over twenty years. Give yourself time”

“I should be better at it” Frannie huffs again, crossing her arms over her chest.

She certainly has her father’s stubbornness and need for perfection in everything they do.

“You’ll get there, I promise”

A soft knock comes at the door, and a moment later, her husband is peeking through.

“Where are my girls?” Lucanis grins as he comes to stand in the doorway. Francesca, carefully, given Madeleina’s swollen belly, extricates herself from her mother’s grasp and runs quickly to her father. She wraps her arms around his legs and sulks against his finely tailored black trousers.

“I can’t do Mom’s magic like she can” She whines into his pant-leg.

Lucanis chuckles and pats her hair gently. “Few can, my darling girl. But you have the best teacher in all of Antiva – perhaps Thedas.” He gives Madeleina a knowing look, and she can’t help the flush that creeps over her cheeks when he does. All these years, and he still has that effect on her.

He leans down to her level and gently takes hold of her shoulders, the size of his hands dwarfing them, “But you’re going to keep working on it, hm? Because?”

Francesca nods solemnly, “Because I’m a Dellamorte… and we don’t give up”

Lucanis nods, “Good. Now, that’s enough real magic for one night hmm. How about some culinary magic, courtesy of your loving father?”

Francesca beams, “What did you make tonight?”

“Your favourite” He answers, looking rather satisfied with himself.

“Oh- mushroom, seafood and lemon risotto?” Francesca asks hopefully, her green eyes shimmering with excitement.

Lucanis nods and before he can verbally affirm the statement their daughter squeals and starts running down the winding staircase and heading for the west wing of the estate, where the dining room(s) are located.

“She gets that from you” Lucanis jerks his thumb towards Madeleina and smiles.

She rolls her eyes and steadies herself on both hands before pushing up. Lucanis is next to her with inhuman speed and has his arms steadying hers before she’s even fully pushed herself off the floor.

“Take it easy, cara mia” He whispers, leaning close. Madeleina feels that same flush creeping up the back of her neck, and the tips of her ears.

Madeleina, once fully upright, rolls her eyes and ribs him playfully. “I’m fine. You worry worse than a Chantry mother”

Lucanis presses a chaste kiss to her cheek and keeps her encircled in his arms even as she moves to follow their daughter to the dining room.

“Mi Amor, I will spend the rest of my days being eternally grateful that I have you and our children to fret over”

[crownmemes]

General Sentences, Vol. 23

(Assorted original sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How did you manage to get us an invitation to this party?"

"Are you going to be angry all evening?"

"Do you ever think of me?"

"This place is amazing!"

"I'm going to miss you while you're gone."

"How can you be so cruel?"

"You asked to see me?"

"We don't have any fun! Not like we used to!"

"You are not going out dressed like that!"

"Do you have an issue with me?"

"Keep this up and you'll be sleeping in the spare room tonight!"

"It's called work-life balance. Maybe try it sometime?"

"Kneel before me."

"Not everything is about you!"

"What's that supposed to do?"

"You can drop the sarcasm!"

"Do you have a favourite child?"

"You're drinking too much."

"Can't it wait until after dinner?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Nothing lasts, except for me."

"I think your name is beautiful."

"Have you been feeling alright lately?"

"Do you like me?"

"Is this your way of apologising?"

"Why are you late?"

"When did you get so bitter?"

"You just sit there and be quiet."

"You need professional help."

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Come to bed. It'll all seem better in the morning."

"You have beautiful eyes."

"I believe you - this time."

"Are you telling me you don't love me anymore?"

"What have you been doing all day?"

"I can't imagine you having any kind of childhood."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I don't care for history."

"Do you always talk to yourself?"

"Perhaps you'd like to know my name?"

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Fifteen)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Fifteen: Y/N is getting by with minimal contact with Cillian whilst he continues to work away, but a rare chance to see him on a Zoom call brightens her mood. When she gets a call the same evening from his sister, she prepares herself for a Corkonian takeover at the end of the following week. His sister says something, and she finds herself taken aback by Cillian's reaction. [Family life/Fluff/Angst] (I've run out of grey haired GIFs that apply so take this one!)

@remembering-angels @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meadowshelby @strangeions @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme

Yoke - thing (keep getting asked about that one)

Gatting - heavy drinking/drinking

Leaba - Irish word for bed

Síle is pronounced like Shee-lah

.......

You went three days with just a few texts between you and Cillian once he'd landed back in England. He had night filming, interviews, and a desperate need for sleep to occupy him. But on the evening of the fourth day, sitting in your office, it surprises you to receive a Zoom invite a few moments after you log out of your accounts for work. You can barely contain the buzz of excitement as you connect and wait to see his face. His face fills your screen and it's so good to see him. His beanie is pulled over his hair, and he's got a coat over his clothes that tells you he's either coming in or going out.

“Hello,” you beam. “It's really good to see your face.”

He smiles brightly back at you, “Ah fuck - it's good to see you, too.”

“Are you coming in or going out?” You ask, and you chuckle when he looks down at himself then back up at you.

“Heading out,” he says. “Dinner with Packy, Sophie and Matt.” He elaborates. “But I wanted to see you a wee bit before I go.”

“You had a busy day?” You ask. He'd text you around five am, having finished a night of filming again, and let you know he was back to filming in the daytime tomorrow. You didn't know, though, I'd he'd fallen into bed after that or if he had a string of things to occupy him and planned on sleeping tonight instead.

He shakes his head, “Not overly. I was asleep til gone eleven,” he grins, “Then I sat on my arse for a while but it was in front of this yoke for interviews so I suppose I was working.” He chuckles. “I had the glasses on there for a bit, my eyes are wrecked from looking at this all afternoon. I don't know how you cope with it for work.” He shakes his head. “Can't wait to crawl back into me leaba later.”

“You'd live in your bed if we let you.” You laugh lightly, and he grins back at you. “Still coming back home for a few days after next week?” You ask him hopefully.

“Of course,” he nods earnestly. “Missing you farting in the bed,” raises his eyebrows and the giggle he erupts into as he slags you leaves you unable to defend yourself even in false annoyance.

“You're a prick,” you smirk, shaking your head. “But I miss you. Not having you moaning at me to turn the brain-rot TV off is actually getting boring.” He laughs lightly, and you watch his tongue draw back and begin flicking against his bottom teeth. “Did you talk to the boys?”

He nods his head, “Yeah, just off the phone there actually.” He says with a bright expression. “They're grand by all accounts.” His head whips around to the door behind him suddenly and you can hear the faint sound of it knocking. He gets up from the seat he's in. You watch the screen as he walks towards the door of his hotel room and drags it open enough to see out. “Howeya…no, you're fine, come in. Just talking to Y/N, there.” His voice is quieter with the distance from the laptop but you can hear him well enough. You watch him step aside from the door and pull it further open, and there's a little anxiety in the pit of your stomach in anticipation of whomever is on the other side of it. You relax almost instantly when it's Packy who walks into view.

With a cheeky grin, he approaches the laptop and all but shoves his face into the camera. “Well, Y/N, what's the craic?” He laughs, and you can hear Cillian's light giggle behind him.

“Hiya,” you smile brightly back. “You lot out on the piss tonight then?”

Packy purses his lips and shakes his head comically, “God no, no getting on it tonight.” He insists as he steps back from the laptop. You can see Cillian loitering with a little awkwardness, like he's a little on edge now that somebody is in his space, but beyond his hand being close to his mouth, he gives no other indication of unease. “Well, I suppose we could?” He looks to Cillian and you watch Cillian's brows rise up, “Well Sophie's fella is driving, there's no use everyone being a pioneer for the night.” He laughs and Cillian shakes his head with a bright smile.

“You'll have to take his shoes off for him if that's the case, he's not so good with them after a few.” You speak up, and while Cillian makes a face and laughs lightly Packy doesn't seem to have heard you at all. “And take him to the toilet before you leave a bar, yeah? I'd rather not be WhatsApp’d another string of images of him peeing in the street.”

Packy laughs - evidentially he'd heard you that time and of the event in question - and points at Cillian who shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Don't worry, Y/N, if he gets it out in the street we'll give him a slap.”

Cillian frowns and bends at the waist, and stares straight into the camera. “You can fuck off,” he says with raised eyebrows, but all you can do is laugh. “No gatting tonight!” He promised, “Here, we’re away. I'll talk to you tomorrow.” He says with a genuine and bright smile. “Go on and watch your shite on TV.”

You laugh and wave into the camera. “Have a good night. Love you.” You say with a soft smile.

“Love you too.” He says with a serious expression. He gives a thumbs up and then the call ends.

You hadn't expected a call, so you try to keep the nice surprise of it as a pleasant thing and not dwell on the fact that he was now gone again. You decide to do as he suggested - bullshit TV. And maybe a takeaway.

You make your way down the two flights of stairs and into the kitchen. Immediately, you feel how cold it is and adjust the thermostat on the wall beside the sofa. You need to remember to change it back, or Cillian will be moaning about the cost to heat the place, and that it's a sauna in the bedroom. Back in the kitchen, you leave your phone on the island and begin searching through the kitchen drawers for a takeaway menu. You're certain there are Chinese and Indian takeaway menus knocking about, but by your third unsuccessful drawer, you're beginning to assume that Cillian has thrown them out on one of his mad moments of domestic service. About to surrender, you check in the fourth drawer, strewn with poorly organised cooking utensils, and ‘a-ha!’ to yourself mentally as you find the menus pinned beneath the ladle and wooden spoon. You shut the door with your bum as you turn around, hands occupied with scouring through the menus. Definitely Chinese over Indian, and definitely egg fried rice over Cillian's preferred mushroom rice. The decision of what to stuff yourself with along with the rice, though, is a harder one. Chicken balls and BBQ sauce, or a spice bag, or Cantonese sweet and sour chicken? You could get it all, and take a small amount from everything, and have the leftovers tomorrow, of course, but you weren't sure you were willing to spend fifty euro on a Chinese takeaway for just yourself.

You lean against the island as you look over the menu, and glance across when your phone begins buzzing and singing out ‘San Diego Song’ as it rings. You abandon your hunger for a moment and lean across awkwardly. You frown as “Síle” flashes on the screen. Answering the call, and pushing it onto speakerphone, you stand over the handset curiously. “Hi, Síle,” you say softly. “Everything okay?” You're a little taken aback that she's calling you at all, and even more so as his family knows he's in England right now. Why not just call her brother?

“Hiya, Y/N,” Síle says, bright and cheerful. “Sorry bothering you in the evening, but I know Cill is away. I wanted to ask, would it be okay if Griff and I stayed up with you towards the end of next week? We've an event in Dublin, and it'd be nice to see you. And I know Cill should be back home there at the end of the week, I think anyway, I'm sure he said….”

You remind yourself what day you're on now. “Friday,” you say. “He’ll be back on the Friday. In the afternoon, I think.”

“I'll ring him, and I'll talk it over, but you're home there now, so.” You hear her laugh.

“I mean, you're so welcome, you know that. And the boys will be up on the Sunday, too. Bet they'd be happy seeing you both. As long as you can stick your brother being a pain in the arse, and the sofabed up in the office. Though if the boys aren't staying then I'm sure you can use one of their rooms.” You say with a smile.

“Ah, you know us by now, Y/N, wherever we hang out hats.” She laughs again. “You're a star, Y/N, thanks a million.” she says with a quiet laugh. “And you're alright yourself, yeah?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. Working, and about to get a Chinese with as much chicken as I can stomach in Cillian's absence.” You laugh, and you hear her laugh too. “And you two?”

“Ah, yeah, sure we're grand. Same as yourself, working away and all.” She says, still bright and cheerful.

“That's good,” you smile.

“So if we say Friday, yeah? You're sure that's okay, now?” She checks.

You answer immediately in the affirmative. “Yeah, absolutely. Friday is fine. As I said, he's home Friday. And you'll stay for the weekend?”

“If youse don't mind - we've the thing in Dublin on Saturday daytime but it'd be good to be visiting for a few days, and to see Aran and Malachy.” Síle says cheerfully.

“It’ll be great to see you. But you might change your mind on Friday when Cillian gets home. He's not been getting a lot of sleep, and you'll find him going through you for a shortcut.” you laugh a little.

“Ah, sure hasn't he always been the same, girl!?” She laughs again. “Come here, Y/N, I'll let you get on with your Chinese takeaway. I'll talk to you both before, anyway, but otherwise I'll see you soon.”

“See you soon, Síle.” You say, and hit the cancel button on the phone. You do wonder, now, if Cillian should have been involved in the decision but you're fairly sure he wouldn't tell his own sister to get a hotel! Still, you open your texts and send a message across to Cillian, letting him know Síle’s request and that you have agreed to it.

“Dinner good? Síle rang me - she and Griff want to stay here next Friday & over the weekend for something they have in Dublin. I said no problem. I know you're back on Friday too but we can have a quiet evening anyway. Maybe call her? Love you x.”

You return to your menu, having mentally made made your choices whilst on the phone, and then scour through the app on your phone to find the Chinese that actually corresponds to the menu. Finding the ChowTown restaurant on Church Road, you put through your order and grimace at the delivery charge before finalising. Just as you go to set your phone down, Cillian's text reply comes through. You slide down the notification bar and click to open it.

“She texted me that she'd tried to ring. Didn't get any call. No bother anyway. We can get dinner or something. Can throw them in Aran's room, not like he's using it. The restaurant is loud, I want to go to bed ha ha. Love you.”

You smirk as you swipe away the message, and push your phone into the pocket of your hoodie. You slink over to the sofa and drop down, immediately flicking the TV onto Amazon Prime and began to search for a film you know Cillian would turn his nose up to, but that you really wanted to see. The only benefit you found to the little bastard being gone was that you could indulge yourself in things he didn't like - or didn't approve of - but even that didn't make his absence worth it.

You booked the Friday off as annual leave and spent the day ensuring you had the house in order - not that either of you were particularly untidy - and that all three of the available beds had clean sheets in case there was a case of musical beds once Síle and Griff arrived. You finished a quick grocery shop - wine, snacks, fresh fruit and veg, and bottled water - and finished your stint as Cinderella by sweeping and mopping the floor that covered the whole of the open plan space downstairs. Satisfied, as you stand in your gleaming kitchen, you light the wood wick candle that had been gifted to you at some point over the last twelve months and left it in the centre of the island. You love the crackle of the wooden wick, and it doesn't take long for its vanilla and coffee bean scent to start filtering around the space. It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and you're finally satisfied that you now look like you live in an untouched show home and that it smells so clinically clean that nobody will ever guess that you're human and eat or drink anything at all.

You fill the kettle with water and set it on to boil. Despite the offer on more than one occasion to collect him at the airport, Cillian had declined as he wanted to do something before coming home so all you were doing now was waiting - which you hate. You place the coffee press beside the kettle and spoon in the ground coffee, then stand awkwardly as you glance around you. Why did waiting for something always make you feel like you could do anything else? But you were excited to see him, and you were both excited and nervous to see his sister and husband, too. You were looking forward to one of your favourite phenomenons, too - Cillian's accent getting stronger in the presence of someone else from Cork!

As the kettle comes to a boil and silences, you frown. You're sure you heard the crackling of the gravel outside, but it could just be the candle crackling. Still, your stomach flutters and you walk towards the front door to peer out of the glass in the room if the door and check. Sure enough, you can see a car and a lone figure, though the mottled glass that doesn't allow a clear view out, but you'd know that figure anywhere. It does help that he's lugging a wheeled bag awkwardly along the gravel as the car reverses away. You unlock the front door and pull it open, smiling brightly as Cillian looks up at you. The beanie is ever present, his glasses are perched on his nose, and the look of exhaustion mixed with a smile across his face feels like home to behold.

“You're back,” you say, smiling brightly.

His smile widens a little as he reaches the door, “I'm back.” He says, letting go of the bag on the doorstep. He wraps his arms around you immediately and you snake your arms around his back. His kiss is soft and loving, and he tastes like coffee and smells like himself. You move to rest your head on his chest, still standing at the door. It's been a long couple of weeks and you've missed the presence of his body in the house. He laughs a little and squeezes you before letting go. “C'mon, let's get in.” He says, and begins trying to pull your arms from him. You let go, smirking, and close the door on the outside once he's in the door. “God, have you disinfected the whole house?” He asks, looking around him, as he releases his bag once again beside the coat hooks.

“I have,” you nod with a smile. “How was the flight?”

He juts his chin up, “Ah, same as always.” He sniffs. “Will we whack on the kettle? I need tea.” He smiles.

“It's just boiled actually. Which tea do you want?” You ask as you turn your back on him, as he takes off his shoes and coat, and make your way to the kitchen.

“Oh, whatever you get,” he says. A moment later, he has his arms around you from behind, his chin on your shoulder, as you pour water from the kettle into a mug with a herbal tea bag inside. “God…” he grumbles against your cheek, “Missed you.”

You smile, “I've missed you too. It's been a long couple of weeks.”

“Síle give a time for today?” He asks, and unwraps his arms from you as you push his mug along the counter for him to pick up. Taking the mug, he yawns tightly and noisily.

You shake your head, and turn to face him. “No, just that she'd be here today.” He nods slowly and yawns a second time. “Did you not sleep last night?” You ask, smirking.

He shakes his head, “I did, but…” he shrugs his shoulders as he yawns a third time. “Fuck sake.” He stretches his eyes wide as his jaw snaps shut. “You didn't hear from the boys this week, did you?” He asks and then sips at his tea.

You shake your head, “No, I mean I did text on Thursday about Sunday and Aran said he'd be coming, I didn't get anything from Malachy. But otherwise, no.” you say. “Why?”

Cillian frowns, “Ah, I was on the phone to Aran on Tuesday, I think, and he was in a bit of a mood. Couldn't get out of him why, but he told me he didn't want to come over on the weekend, that it was pissing him off.” He shakes his head.

“Well, like I said, Thursday’s text said he'd be here. You said he was in a mood, maybe he was just being a shit with his words.” You reason.

Cillian nods, “Yeah, I get that. But, I don't get why, like.” He shrugs.

“School, a fight with his mum, pissed off with his brother, hormones…” you list, smiling at him. “He's a teenage boy, don't take it personally.” he rolls his eyes at you as he sips at his tea again. “I'll throw your bag upstairs. Do you want to get the washing out first? Save bringing it up to bring it down again.”

“Ah leave it, I'll do it there in a minute.” He says, shaking his head. He sets his mug down onto the counter beside him and holds his arms open. “Come here,” he raises his eyebrows. “Didn't get enough there before.” He grins at his own cheesy line. But you oblige, and fold yourself against his chest as his wraps his arms around you tightly. His chin rests on the top of your head, and he breathes deep and contented breaths that soothe you as much as you assume they do him. You're not sure how long you stand there, comfortable and close, but you're disappointed when there's a heavy knock on the front door that signals the end of the intimacy.

You sigh and push yourself up out of his embrace. “That'll be your sister.”

He sticks out his bottom lip, “Fuck,” he raises a single eyebrow. “I was hoping for a quickie before they got here.” You slap your hand against his arm, tutting but smiling, as you walk towards the front door. All you can think now is, Let the Corkonian takeover begin!

Cillian’s shift in brightness surprises you massively as you'd open the door and welcome in his sister and her husband. But that chirpiness only lasts for the time it takes to make dinner and settle around the dining table before he is yawning, and exercising his right to live with a perpetual bitch face. He chats, and isn't rude at all, but you can see as you all ate that he is heading speedily towards switch off mode after three weeks working flat out. He smiles as Griff talks about work, and as Síle explains what they're up to tomorrow in the city, and you reach across the table and tap your fingers gently across the back of his hand.

“Do you want another?” You ask, and nod towards his empty beer bottle before him. When he nods briefly, you take to the empty one as you stand up. “Another drink, guys?” You offer. They're all seemingly enjoying the thrown-together meal, and that's helped to alleviate some of your anxiety about things going well while they're here.

“Another glass of wine would be lovely,” Síle smiles brightly. And you're a little surprised when Griff declines and gestures towards his still half full beer.

You excuse yourself to the kitchen, with Síle’s glass and Cillian's empty bottle, and take a moment to breathe before you replace their drinks. They're lovely - all of his family are, in fact - but you consistently fear doing anything wrong in case their opinions of you turn sour and they begin to see you as you'd always feared they would after the affair. As you close the fridge door and set Cillian's beer onto the island, you hear footsteps around the wall from the dining room and look up. “You okay?” You ask, as Cillian approaches, carrying his knife and fork.

He nods with a soft smile just about pulling his lips, “Knocked them onto the floor,” he rolls his eyes. He walks around to the sink and throws them in and takes a clean set from the drainer beside it. He turns and leans back against the sink. “Y'alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod and smile. “You look done in.” You say, softening your expression sympathetically.

He nods his head, “Think it's because I've stopped, you know, after going for nearly a month.” He smirks. “We’ll roll into bed in a wee while,” he says and raised his eyebrows. “Throw me out the opener, there,” he says as he pushes away from the sink and picks up the beer bottle on the island. You hand it over, and as he pops off the cap, you pour Síle's glass of wine, and you return to the dining room with him just a step or two behind.

“When are you back in England, Cill?” Síle asks as he sits down across from her. She gives you a bright smile as you hand her the refilled wine glass.

“Tuesday,” he says with a nod, then takes a drink from the bottle. “This yoke tomorrow, is it like an exhibition?” He asks. She'd mentioned that they were attending an arts event not too far from the wax museum just off O’Connell Bridge, in a small building that gave nothing away.

“I suppose,” Síle shrugs. “Griff's friend has work that is in it.”

Cillian turns down the corners of his mouth and raises his eyebrows, “Cool,” he smiles.

“And the boys are well?” Griff asks, “We do be interacting there on Facebook with them but you wouldn't be quick getting a reply from them.” He laughs.

Cillian clicks his tongue, “Phones never out of their hands, but sure if they answer a text it's a miracle.” He smirks. “But they're grand. Aran’s got the leavers soon so he's busy, and between the girlfriend, college and that wee job in Eason’s, Malachy does be hard to pin down.”

“I'm looking forward to seeing them on Sunday, Y/N said they'll be here.” Síle says, and places her cutlery down to reach for her glass.

“Yeah, dinner here every week. If I'm home, I do get Aran from school. Malachy stayed here the night before I went back there.” Cillian smiles, “I said to Y/N, wrecks the head that they're growing up.” He smirks, but you can see the nostalgia there.

“I only spoke to Yvonne a few days ago, she was wishing Griff a happy birthday and just chatting on about the boys. Do you get talking to her much, or just the kids?” Síle spoke delicately, without malice or deliberate stirring, but you still find your stomach dropping.

Swallowing his mouthful of beer, Cillian sets the bottle back down and shrugs his shoulders. “The odd bit, but it's usually only if it concerns the boys. Last I spoke to her was before I went away just to give her the dates when I'd be home because I knew the lads wouldn't remember.”

“And it's awkward?” She presses on and you catch Cillian's quick glance in your direction.

“It's grand,” he says and waves his hand. “I didn't know you two were still in touch though.” He says, and you examine the frown on his brow - is he angry, confused, both?

“Don't be reading into that,” Síle says quickly, “It's only to ask about the kids. And you two were together years, Cillian. I know things were difficult before you split up but I can't be a bitch to her entirely; she's raising my nephews.” You find yourself understanding Síle’s stance somewhat. “Are you gone moody now?” She challenges her older brother with a comical expression.

He shakes his head, once again turning down the corners of his mouth. “I'm not, no.” He sighs. His mood has shifted slightly, you can tell, but you're not sure what he's thinking of feeling.

“Cill,” Síle sighs. “I'm not ringing up and inviting her down, that's not what's happening. Birthdays, celebrations, yeah? That's all. And I just ask after the boys.” She explains.

“You can ask me,” he looks at her with a serious expression across his face. “I'm not so fucking far removed from my own kids that I couldn't answer ya.”

“I didn't say you were…” Síle says, and you can see she's taken aback by his snapping. “Cillian, I…” she shrugs her shoulders. “I shouldn't have said anything. I mean the conversations are so infrequent, it's just a touching base sort of thing occasionally…” she ambles for any way to fan out the flames, but you get the sense that everything she says digs her in deeper.

“It's been three years since the divorce, four since we split, and you're only now telling me that the two of ye are taking?!” He sits back in his chair and you feel awkward and anxious. You glance across the table and you can see your feelings echoed in Griff's expression. “I'm their fucking father, you can ask me, for fucks sake, Síle!”

“Cillian…” you reach out your hand as he gets to his feet. You appreciate his upset fully, but you suspect the ferocity of his reaction is rooted in his fatigue. Nobody says a word as he storms away, beer bottle in hand. You exhale heavily and glance first at Griff, then at Síle. “I feel like I warned you,” you say, trying to make light of the atmosphere as it pressed heavily down on the three of you.

You're grateful that she at least gives a grim laugh in response. “Yeah,” she shakes her head. “You did.”

[forunct]

[3:49 am] ♡ + drunk!reader, caring!jungwoo

you’ve been out with your best friends celebrating their engagements all night. you had spent all day yesterday helping their partners plan both proposals, one was an intricate scavenger hunt through their favorite hiking trails and the other was a surprise photoshoot with an elaborate background. it was really difficult keeping the both of them distracted for the day, considering how close the three of you are but you made it happen. it warmed your heart to see their faces as their partners popped the question. it left you with just the smallest bit of jealousy though, things with jungwoo are great but you’re not sure what the next step is if not an engagement and that worries you.

things are starting to slow down at the club and you’re missing jungwoo and his warm embrace. your friends are starting to float towards the bar to order glasses of water, and you’re starting to think this is the perfect time to call it a night.

“i'm starting to get tired,” you drag out the word tired to emphasize your exhaustion. they both nod in agreement, this has been the latest you guys have stayed out since college.

one by one, each of your ubers showed up to take you back to your respective homes and partners. you’ve had quite a bit to drink so your reaction time is severely off. jungwoo startles you as he swings the front door open while you search for your keys.

“jeez, you scared the crap out of me!” your hand is over your heart trying to get it to slow while he looks at you. jungwoo mumbles a half coherent apology as you take in his appearance. his hair is disheveled, he’s in his pajama pants, and no shirt. you assume he was sleeping before he heard the uber pull in the driveway. he’s pulling you inside before you can even form any kind of greeting.

“i’ve been waiting for you for hours y/n,” jungwoo walks you to the couch to help you take off your heels. “you told me you’d be back by 2 am, not 4 am, baby.” you can hear the concern in his voice, you clearly worried him.

“i know and i’m sorry, we were only supposed to go to two bars but we were having so much fun and got a little carried away. i should’ve texted you.” your voice is small, you know what you did was wrong.

“yeah, you should’ve,” jungwoo’s tone is sharp as he’s helping you take off your jacket and the hair pins from your hair. “i could’ve picked you up, y/n. you know how i feel about ubering this late.” the guilt is racking up by the second and all of the emotions from the night are starting to make your throat close up.

“i’m really sorry i worried you jungwoo,” your voice started to crack and he immediately took you in his arms, obviously regretting using such a stern voice on you when you’re drunk.

“i’m sorry i’m being snappy, baby. it’s just late and i haven’t slept since you left.” jungwoo’s voice is just above a whisper as he tucks your head under his chin. he’s rubbing small circles into your hip as you curl into a ball next to him.

“do you want to marry me?” the question comes as a surprise to both of you after it leaves your lips. it’s a question you’ve been wanting an answer to for awhile, you were just unsure of how to ask it, turns out being blunt was the best way to get it out.

jungwoo’s silence is deafening to you, it feels like it goes on for minutes when in reality it only takes him thirty seconds to give you an answer.

“1000% yes. that’s a no-brainer, my love. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. i love you.” you can hear the smile on jungwoo’s face and your heart warms after he tells you exactly what his intentions are. you prop yourself up on your knees to see his face, just looking at him makes you smile ear-to-ear.

“i love you too, jungwoo. so much.” he smiles back at you, his eyes leaving yours for a second to steal a glance at your lips before leaving you breathless in a heated kiss.

[graceful-not]

No actually all of you need to sit your asses down bc I just watched the legacy shorts and. HOW HAVE I NEVER HEARD ANYONE SAY ANYTHING ABT THEM OTHER THAN GOLDEN HOUR AND SWEATING TO THE GOLDIES???? HOW HAS NO INE SAID A SINGLE THING ABOUT THE GOLDEN LEGEND SHORT?? OR THE ANIMATION STYLE OF GOLD RUSH???? I could have gone my whole life without watching those do you understand that. Why are we, as a fandom, not taking about these more, or like, AT ALL. we should be insane about this. We should be insane about this, right??? RIGHT??????

[parasocialqueen]

THE PARALLELS WHEN NEIL IS IN THE NEST WITH TSC ARE SICKENING. Wdymmmmm “jean was forbidden to use French but he’s whispered it to Neil when Riko wasn’t close enough to hear.”

I AM GOING TO LOSE MY FUCING MIND ISTG

[somegrumpynerd]

Quick doodle just for fun

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC 50's High School AU... Or is it?

Just imagine if you will, a very aesthetic 1950's high school setting. The Waynes live in the idyllic little town of Amity Park, going to Casper High, and living their lives.

Dick is the oldest son, off to college but still stopping by to visit, all letterman jacket and smiles. Jason, the bad boy greaser is trying to finish up his senior year of high school, a little late, but spending time in Juvie put his life on hold. He's trying his best, spending time working on his motorcycle and hanging with his study buddy, Jazz Fenton. Tim enjoying high school life with his family, studying hard and enjoying photography club. Gee, Tim's life sure is perfect

or is it?

Tim can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Sometimes, he remembers something else. He has memories of his life here, and they must be real, his family is here, Jason, Bruce, Alfred, and even Dick when he's back from the Teen Titans college. Wait... Dick wasn't in college, was he? Wasn't he a cop in Blood Haven? Was he the local cop? That's right, Dick is the local cop, all sunshine and feeding his eternal sweet tooth with donuts. How could he forget that? He loved his family! Sure, there had been some rough spots, like when Jason died went to juvie, but they were together now, a real family.

But sometimes Tim has dreams, of another time, of another place. But they can't be true, can they? YES! No, That made no sense. Thinking about it made his head hurt.

Then there was the matter of the boy in his class, Danny Fenton. He kept catching him staring. Danny would just look at him funny. Sometimes he would say weird things. Tim would write him off as just an oddball, but sometimes what he said reminded him of his dreams.

Tim wasn't sure what it was, but something was up. He was going to find out what it was, and maybe, just maybe, Danny Fenton was the first step to solving this mystery

or

Tim wished for a more idyllic life and to get along with his brothers while on a mission in Amity Park. One reality warping genie ghost later and now they're stuck in something like a 1950's sitcom with altered memories.

[umbreonix]

I forgot I never posted this outside of discord XD but this was a lil secret santa exchange I did for @ponie-cornious <3