#i also told her i tried to get myself pulled together before she got back but i hadn't quite succeeded

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[sttoru]

A WELCOMED INTERRUPTION !

ෆ sypnosis. shiu kong catches toji and you in the living room. toji decides to invite shiu into the fun and he agrees after some deep thinking.

ෆ note. this is a part two to this post ! make sure to read that one first. &&i’m happy u all enjoyed the first part ehhh.. i tried my best w this one too, enjoy. also not entirely proof read so excuse the possible mistakes. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. dom!toji (+shiu) x female reader. three some, blowjob, breast play, objectification, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), cum play, free use, dacryphilia, creampies, male masturbation, voyeurism-ish, multiple orgasms, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, doggy style, breeding mention. toji’s mean, shiu a bit less.

“fine, but we have ten minutes.”

shiu kong crosses the room in a couple strides, hands skilfully removing piece after piece of his clothing until he was left in nothing. you couldn’t quite figure out the unreadable expression on shiu’s face once he came close enough to toji and you on the leather couch.

it was impossible to do so through your tears. plus, due to the man on top of your body guiding your head back to look him in the eyes.

“just because he’s joining doesn’t mean y’re allowed to take those eyes off of me.” if toji wasn’t just a fling, you could’ve sworn that those words were said out of jealousy or possessiveness. even if he was the one who suggested the threesome in the first place.

toji hisses and grunts as he pulls all the way out of you before slamming back in twice as hard. your screams of pleasure were like music to his ear. and not only to toji’s ears; shiu was having a hard time holding his usual calm self together every time he hears your sensual moans.

“shit..” shiu curses under his breath, his demeanour slowly falling apart because of the sight in front of him. but, also because he secretly desires to be the one getting those reactions out of your mouth, “she’s quite noisy, eh?”

toji laughs a bit; a mean (almost condescending) laugh, “yeah— maybe we can see which one of us can make her even noiser, whadd’ya think?”

“..or ya can just make her shut up by stuffing that mouth full. your choice.”

your hands were trembling as they try to hold onto any solid object you could spot out of your peripheral vision. your tears withheld you from seeing toji’s agent masturbating; shiu’s rough hand was swiftly gliding up and down on his cock—coating it with his own pre-cum. if it wasn’t for his desire to dump his cum in any of your holes, he’d have released it all over his own hand already.

“i think i’ll put that mouth of hers to use.” shiu had lost the internal battle of keeping himself together as he walked closer to you, standing near your head and gently tapping the tip of his cock on your plump lips, “you know, toji’s told me you’re good at sucking men off and i’ve always wanted to test that claim myself.”

your eyes slightly widen in response, unable to comprehend anything in this situation you got yourself in. neither toji nor shiu cared about that; they just cared about the pleasure you were going to be giving them.

“c’mon,” toji grins and pulls out of you completely, looking down at his throbbing cock which was covered in your fluids before flipping you around on your stomach, “y’re gonna be a good little slut and suck that man off, yeah?”

shiu takes notice of toji’s action and immediately gets into position like the two have done this many times before with other women. the agent takes a seat in front of you, legs spread to give you a nice view of what he was packing between them. shiu’s back was resting against the armrest as his eyes were scanning your face from up close, “what a pretty girl.”

your mouth was watering more than it did previously, drops of saliva running down your chin as you stared at shiu’s cock in front of you. a harsh slap to your ass makes you squeal lightly and your pussy clench onto nothingness.

“i said something, didn’t i?” toji clicks his tongue while he checks out your ass in his position behind you, “get to work.”

your hands found their way to shiu’s thighs and they slid up until they were wrapped around the base of his cock. an almost unnoticeable grunt left shiu’s lips once he felt that jolt of pleasure run through his body from your simple touch. he had waited so long for this.

“fuck— take me in your mouth.” the older man breathlessly orders. you swallow the built-up saliva in the back of your throat and stick your tongue out to lick the tip of shiu’s dick— testing the waters first. as expected, shiu was easy to please since the man was already moaning and breathing heavy when you hadn’t even started yet.

toji looks down at the two and sees how you tease shiu by using your tongue. shiu was trembling a little, biting his bottom lip while one of his hands was tangled in your hair. the agent was trying very hard not to reach his climax already. not when he hasn’t felt your mouth around his cock at least once.

a smirk forms on toji’s lips as he sees the desperation and lust written all over shiu’s face. toji knew that you were good at giving blow jobs; the little teasing you did beforehand—where you’d hold eye contact with him while licking his length in small intervals—added to the entire experience.

“seems like you haven’t had any action in a while, huh?” toji grins while pumping his cock at the sight of you finally starting to suck shiu off. his hand moved in slow strokes, the other placed on your ass, prepared to slap it if you were caught slacking off.

“shut up, toji— shit!” shiu gasps and throws his head back once your mouth engulfs the fat tip of his dick. the warmth and wetness around his throbbing cock was driving him mad, “if i wasn’t too busy cleaning after your mess, i’d have a woman in my bedroom every day of the week.”

you held eye contact with shiu as he makes small talk with toji whom you couldn’t even see. you start bobbing your head in repeated up and down motions, his cock going in and out of your warm mouth, leaving it completely covered with your saliva in no time.

“fuckkk— she’s good.” shiu groans while his hand tugged at your hair, pressing down on your head to hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose just a centimetre away from his lower abdomen, “way better than expected.”

that gains a small proud chuckle from toji. the assassin was starting to move, lining up his still hard cock against your entrance, “told ya. she sucks cock like a real fuckin’ slut—always knows what to do.”

shiu fully believes those uttered words as he sees you desperately suck him off, hands playing with his balls and sometimes stroking the rest of his length which you couldn’t fit in your mouth. your tears and drool were dripping down between his legs.

a muffled moan vibrates against shiu’s dick the moment you felt toji bully his way into your cunt again. this causes shiu to thrust his hips forward, making you almost choke at the unexpected movement.

“mhh, that’s hot.” shiu breaths out while holding onto your hair with both hands now, ready to repeat his actions since it added to his own pleasure, “do it again, come on—yeahhh— good girl.”

as you choke and slobber all over shiu’s length, toji starts to roughly pump back and forth, hands on your hips to keep your lower body up to meet his— “your cunt is so fuckin’ tight compared to before—fuck— bet it’s ‘cause you’re a slut who enjoys getting both her holes filled at the same time.”

toji smacks your ass a couple of times as his cock penetrates your cunt to its deepest point, “maybe we can fill a third one soon, don’cha think?”

yes, he was implying what you were thinking; anal sex. the nasty thought made you whimper and squirm under toji while continuing to move shiu’s cock in and out of your wet mouth in rapid strokes. shiu reacts to this by bucking his hips up again and again, moaning and grunting loudly, as was toji.

shiu looked down at you through his half closed eyes, enjoying the way you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. especially because you were crying as well; it made you look pathetic and helpless yet so attractive.

“fuck— with the way you’re sucking me off, i’m going to cum soon,” shiu says between shallow breaths, seeing your body powerlessly shift back and forth due to toji’s intense thrusts, “mhm— better swallow it all, okay?”

you let out a long, strangled moan. it wasn’t clear whether it was due to toji pounding you or shiu asking you that lewd favour. either way, shiu bucked his hips up one last time, hands clenching around your hair to push your head down all the way to the base of his cock before spurting his hot cum right down your throat—the taste bitter on your tongue.

“swallow,” the older man in front of you reminds you with a hoarse voice, keeping his dick between your lips to make sure you do as told before gradually taking it out with a hiss.

shiu taps the tip on your mouth a little to get the last drops of semen on your lips for you to lick off. toji’s agent started to lazily stroke his dick again, trying to make it hard so he could fuck you as well.

“mhh, want to cum in your pussy. maybe even breed you, huh?” shiu murmurs. his words were solely meant to fuel his desires and get his cock hard again, yet the thought could easily be made a reality.

toji groans as he hears his agent’s dirty talk about breeding you. this causes him to reach out and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back while he angled his hips in a way to hit your cervix repeatedly.

“fuck, i might even let him do that to ya—let him dump his load into your pussy along with mine.” toji grins, feeling like his cock was swelling even more with each deep thrust, “how ‘bout we try that out?”

shiu takes the chance to watch your tits again as they come into view. his body was relaxing against the armrest of the trembling couch, one hand reaching out to cup a breast and squeeze the hardened nipple.

“ah! yes, y-yes, wan’ both of your cum inside me, please.” you plead and your back arches from all the sensations the two men were granting you in this moment. toji groans loudly at your words, feeling even more turned on than ever and he makes that known.

“yeah? fuck— y’re such a desperate, greedy whore.” toji mocks and continues to pound into your overstimulated cunt. shiu was still squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples, going from one to the other,

“just hold on, little girl— gonna stuff you full first.” toji adds and thrusts a couple more times before you sense that familiar feeling again; toji’s cum flooding your insides until it can’t help but leak onto your thighs.

with a deep sigh, toji pulls out again to watch the white liquid overflow from your filled hole. shiu, in the meantime, was still admiring your tits and now used both hands to play with them.

you were too fucked out to see the way the two men were silently exchanging glances. toji nodded downwards at his place behind you and shiu understood: the two were changing places.

shiu let your breasts go and stood up, toji following afterwards. the assassin and his agent slowly swapped positions and stroked their cocks at the sight of your spent body, quivering and silently sobbing from overstimulation.

“mind if i borrow her from now on, toji? just from time to time.” shiu asks with a deep hum, enjoying the sight of toji’s cum leaking out of your hole and the way it stained your skin as the sticky fluid left trails down your thighs.

toji snickers as he was getting his cock hard again by looking at your tits and head between his legs,

“nah, i don’t mind. as long as she returns to me at the end of the day.”

[baisemains]

Elements of Desire

Chapter 7: Revelations

single mom!sevika x fem!reader

word count: 7.8k

contains: bit of angst, fluff, alcohol, smoking, language, mention of past relationship trauma and cheating, tension..., also idk anything about poker but i tried my best 🙏

description: the truth about your past is finally revealed and you and sevika begin to move forward.

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Sevika’s hand drops from her face, revealing eyes that now roam over your figure with a wary gaze.

“Everything ok?”

She looks at you expectantly and while you thought you were prepared for this conversation, there’s no way to predict how it will actually go.

You take a deep breath and decide to rip the band-aid off.

“I need to…tell you something. About what Vi said at dinner that day.”

Sevika’s expression immediately shifts to one of scrutiny as she raises an eyebrow at your bluntness.

“Okay.”

The two of you are only a few feet apart, but it suddenly feels like there are miles of space separating you as Sevika waits for you to continue, arms crossed over her chest. Her curt answer does nothing to quell your nerves but you push on, determined to see this through.

“Part of what she said was true. I was engaged, and it did end very messily, but because my fianceé cheated on me, not the other way around. I’m sure that’s what she told people to keep her reputation intact, but that’s not what happened.”

You watch the woman as you speak, her eyes slightly narrowing while she absorbs the information. Her stoic façade remains intact though, making it impossible to know how she’s taking it. As you’re talking, she continues to stare at you, your stomach twisting in knots as her gaze bores into you, searching for some sign of deception. The truth begins tumbling out and you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to.

“One day a couple weeks before the wedding, I got an email from the planner pretty late, and I thought it was kind of weird, so I opened it.”

“It was,” you clear your throat to keep it from cracking, “a really long letter telling me that her and Gert were in love, and how she had been telling her for months that she was going to break off the engagement with me but she was waiting for the right time. The planner finally had enough and told me everything.”

Scoffing at how brazen the woman was, you continue.

“I emailed her back immediately saying she was lying and just trying to break up a happy home, and then she sent me screenshots and screen recordings of their conversations.”

At this point, your eyes are starting to water and Sevika looks concerned but doesn’t interrupt.

“Like that wasn’t bad enough, she sent me…pictures, of them together, over a year’s worth.”

The anger in your voice is apparent, your volume increasing as emotion starts to get the better of you. You don’t even notice how tight your fists have clenched until you try to take a breath to steady yourself. Sevika does notice though, her eyes drifting down to your shaking hands, before returning to your face.

“Turns out, she was having an affair with that bitch the entire time. They were already sleeping together before we even got engaged, but Gert had the balls to tell me they were old friends and hire her for our wedding.”

You’re suddenly overly aware of Sevika’s eyes on you, knowing that she’s analyzing every word and movement. She’s yet to say anything, the silence feeling like even longer than it actually is. You press on, knowing it’s too late to turn back now.

“I was a mess after that, I couldn’t even think straight, I locked myself in the guest bedroom and didn’t come out for hours. My friends kept calling, asking me if everything was okay, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them.”

Wiping a tear away, you look down at your feet, willing yourself not to cry.

“I confronted her with the evidence, and she didn’t even deny it. She told me it was a mistake and that she regretted it, but that was obviously a lie.”

Pulling out your phone, your hands are trembling as you unlock it and log into the email account you haven’t accessed in years.

“I kept all of the emails to this day, I’m not even sure why. No one besides me has ever seen them but I feel like this is important enough to show you.”

Handing the phone to Sevika, she grabs it gingerly as she begins to scroll, absorbing every word on the screen. As she reads over the long-winded exchanges, her face betrays nothing, hard lines and slight wrinkles unmoving. Her eyes burn into the screen, taking in the words as your entire body tenses up. You’ve never felt this vulnerable around anyone, and the thought of her not believing you causes your chest to ache. Luckily, the photos were in a separate thread but this one had all the initial exchanges, including the texts.

Finally, Sevika raises her gaze to you, the eye contact making your heart pound furiously in your chest. She sets your phone on the desk next to her slowly, the metallic sound reverberating through the silent room. Anxiety gets the better of you and you continue spilling all of your thoughts.

“I wanted to explain why I left to her daughter at least, but Gert obviously wouldn’t let me, and what hurt me the most was to have to leave a girl I basically helped raise. She was a little older than Isha when I came into the picture, and we were glued at the hip from the first time we met. Walking away from her was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

Her eyes flick between yours, the exact grey of a cloud on the precipice of a storm. You feel as if she’s reading your very soul, everything she needs to know displayed in your desperate face. Taking a deep breath, you look directly at Sevika and let a final sentence fall from your lips.

“I hope you understand that even though my past is complicated, I’m not someone that you or your girls have to keep your distance from.”

Letting out a long sigh, Sevika’s gaze remains firmly planted on you. She knows the look of a heartbroken person well, and she can see the emotion clearly in your eyes. Coupled with the date stamps on those emails, she knows you’re telling the truth. She begins walking over and your anxiety builds until you feel something press into your palm. Looking down, you see that she’s given your phone back but your stomach squirms when she makes no move to distance herself.

You don’t know how to describe the look in Sevika’s eyes but whatever it is causes your stomach to flutter and your spine to tingle. Her hand remains on yours as she speaks, the touch electrifying, causing currents of energy to run through your body.

“You didn’t deserve any of that. If your ex couldn’t see what she had right in front of her, then that’s her loss.”

You open your mouth to speak but words fail you, a shaky breath leaving your chest as you take in what she said. You’ve heard similar statements before, from friends and family, but it felt different coming from Sevika. Everything did.

She continues staring at you intensely, and for a moment, you’re stunned by her focus. She notices your expression and her lips quirk slightly, the most she’s smiled this entire time, causing your heartbeat to quicken.

A heavy thud in the hallway causes both of your heads to snap in the direction of the noise, Sevika taking a step back from you and the bubble of tension now broken.

Powder and Vi walk into view shortly after, sporting matching blushes and nervous smiles.

“Hey guys…”, they say simultaneously.

Sevika shifts to look at the two girls and arches an eyebrow at them, knowing her daughters well.

“How much of that did you two hear?”

Both of them remain silent, shuffling awkwardly and refusing to look at Sevika, or you. The woman next to you sighs and shakes her head, crossing her arms across her chest as she waits for an answer, the two girls giving up once Sevika clears her throat. Powder speaks up first, shifting her weight and turning to look at the ground.

“A lot…”

Sevika is scowling now, irritated that they were both eavesdropping on her conversation and ruined the moment you two were having. Anger laced in her voice, she starts scolding them.

“What have I told you about listening in on my private conversations? We’ve talked about boundaries plenty of times before!”

Vi is now looking up at Sevika nervously and responds with a pleading tone.

“I promise it wasn’t on purpose! We were coming back and heard you guys talking and I was gonna walk in like normal but then Powder put her hand over my mouth and pulled me toward the wall cause she wanted to hear what you guys were saying, and then—”

“That’s not true! I grabbed you because I wanted them to keep talking, and good thing I did because I was right, Teach isn’t a cheater!”

Powder rolls her eyes at her sister while you’re standing there dumbfounded and Sevika is fuming. She looks like she’s about to explode, clearly not in the mood for excuses when your voice cuts through the tension, saving the two girls from receiving her wrath.

“It’s alright!” You rush out, holding your hands out as a sign of peace. Sevika’s gaze flicks over to you briefly, a look of confusion flashing on her face, before staring at her daughters again, clearly upset.

“I was hoping to also tell you girls eventually,” with a lot less details, you think, “but you know now, so…it is what it is, I guess.”

A nervous smile spreads across your face as you look between the three of them, hoping this would calm things down between Sevika and the girls.

Sevika’s eyes sharpen at your words but she takes a deep breath, reigning in her temper. It looks like she’s going to say something but decides to remain silent instead, her attention now focused solely on you. Powder and Vi look properly reprimanded, not wanting to cause any more trouble. They exchange a look between each other before Vi speaks up again, her guilt getting the best of her.

“So…Gert was the one that cheated on you.”

Your mouth twists at that, thinking of how to respond. You had planned a very watered down version of the story in case you ever told the girls, exactly because of this. Vi being friends with Gert’s daughter complicated things tenfold, and even though you hated the woman, you would never speak about her to Vi the way you did to Sevika. With the cat now out of the bag, you have no other option but to tell the truth.

“Yeah. I didn’t talk to her friends or family after everything happened, so she must’ve told them a version that didn’t paint her as the bad guy.”

Vi’s head drops to look at her shoes, a shaky exhale leaving her body. She takes a moment to collect herself before looking back up at you, eyes faintly glistening with unshed tears.

“I’m…so sorry. Powder was telling me since the beginning that I had it wrong but I didn’t wanna believe that. I accused you of something you didn’t do and almost ruined your relationship with Sev, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

At the mention of the word relationship, you look around embarrassingly, fidgeting with your clothes while Sevika begins to cough, turning away as she gets it under control. You walk up to Vi and awkwardly place your hand on her shoulder, forcing a smile as you pat it.

“I get it, you were just protecting your family, I would’ve done the exact same thing if I were in your shoes. No hard feelings, I promise.”

The girl nods and shoots you an appreciative half smile before you step away and slide your hands into your back pockets. Powder speaks up a moment later, feeling out the now calm vibe of the room.

“So…does this mean you’re allowed to start coming over for dinner again?”

Glancing at Sevika in your peripheral, your mouth opens before your brain can catch up, heat creeping towards your face.

“I mean, um, that would be more your mom’s decision, so—“

“That’s fine with me.”

Three pairs of eyes dart over to the woman next to you, one with surprise that she answered so quickly, and two with a knowing look at why she did. Sevika’s gaze bounces between all of you, clearing her throat before trying to explain.

“The girls really missed you and they’ve been saving movies to watch in case you came over, so, it only makes sense.”

A bashful smile now adorns your face as you slowly nod, a warmth spreading throughout your chest. You had missed Sevika, of course, but you longed for the days when you felt like another member of her tight knit family. Looking at the woman with a sparkle in your eye, you respond happily.

“Great, that sounds…great.”

Now that the conversation has died down, a bit of an awkward air settles among the room as all of you think about how to segway to another topic. Sevika breaks the silence first, deciding she needs to have a moment to herself after such a heavy conversation.

“So, we should probably head home, Isha’s definitely tried giving Caitlyn another makeover by now and it’s only a matter of time before she wears her down.”

You chuckle at that, imagining the scenario and remembering when Isha did something similar to you.

“Yeah, of course. See you guys tomorrow then?”

Sevika weakly nods as Powder walks over and hugs you tightly, glad that everyone now knows what she felt all along.

“Come over soon, okay?”

Pulling back from the hug, you look at Powder and smile.

“You got it, kid.”

The teenager squeals as she moves towards the door where Sevika and Vi are now standing. You look at both of them before landing on Sevika who has a ghost of a smile on her face as she tells you “Have a good night, miss.”

Smiling, you return the gesture before she walks out, Powder and Vi following, the older of the two smiling at you and sheepishly waving before disappearing.

Now alone, you let out a deep sigh, your body suddenly feeling tired. The conversation went better than you expected, minus the girls overhearing, but all of the anxiety surrounding the situation left you exhausted. You slowly gather your things, thinking about where things are headed from here. Sevika was okay with you coming around them again, and as much as you wished you could be satisfied with that, you wanted…more.

Groaning, you start rubbing your temples, feeling a headache come on. Telling yourself you only wanted to be friends worked when you were unsure if she would believe you about the Gert situation, but now that she had, it was only going to get harder and harder to fool yourself. You decide to head home and see if your roommates are there for you to bounce your thoughts off of, needing to know if you are as crazy as you feel.

Your drive home is short and blissfully quiet, with your thoughts beginning to run amok. You think about what Sevika told you, about your ex not deserving you, and your mind desperately tries to not get ahead of itself. You can’t go a second without thinking about the soft expression on her face, your feelings threatening to overwhelm you.

Unfortunately, the house seems to be empty when you arrive. Tossing your keys into the bowl, you kick off your shoes and walk into the living room, collapsing face first into a couch cushion. You roll onto your back, clutching a pillow as you replay the entire afternoon in your head. Would something have happened if the girls hadn’t walked in? Sevika was never one to do something accidental, she was a very deliberate woman, and the way she was touching your hand…

Your thoughts are interrupted by soft footsteps approaching the living room. You sit up slightly to see your roommate walking in with headphones on and looking down at her phone. After yelling her name a couple of times, that fails to get her attention so you decide to throw a pillow at her.

“Holy shit!”

She screams as she yanks her headphones off and clutches her chest, breathing heavily.

“I didn’t see you under all that, what the fuck!”

You’re laughing now, hands up to show her you meant no harm.

“I’m sorry! I was calling you but I guess you couldn’t hear me.”

She playfully rolls her eyes as she plops down next to you, leaning her head back on the couch and clutching her forehead.

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“My bad.”

Leaning your head on her shoulder, you squeeze her thigh apologetically. After a minute, you sit back up and turn your body towards her.

“So…I did what you said and showed Sevika the texts.”

Her eyes widen as she puts her phone down, giving you her undivided attention.

“Oh shit, how did that go?”

“Really well, actually. She didn’t say anything when I was explaining, even when I showed her the emails, but at the end, she told me that I didn’t deserve what happened and that if Gert couldn’t see what she had, then it was her loss.”

Your friend gasps as she clutches your hand.

“Wait, that’s really good!”

You look down at your lap bashfully, absorbing her excitement.

“And then she kind of held my hand when she gave my phone back.”

That gets a very excited scream from your friend.

“Girl, this is great news, she wants you!”

Scratching at your neck, you continue explaining what happened after that.

“The only thing is, her daughters overheard our conversation.”

That instantly calms her down and she’s now looking at you with a confused expression.

“What?! How?”

“They had left to go look at something and when they got back, Powder kept Vi in the hallway so we could keep talking, then something must’ve fallen cause there was a loud noise and they walked in all embarrassed.”

At this point your friend’s eyes are wide with surprise, not expecting your conversation to end like that. She sits in silence for a second, mulling over everything you said before raising a questioning brow at you.

“So, they know everything?”

“Most of it,” You shrug, now biting your lip.

“More than I would’ve liked them to find out, for sure.”

“Well, maybe it's a good thing, right? They’re old enough to understand things like that.”

Your friend tries her best to reassure you and you’re grateful for it, knowing how you can sometimes spiral.

“Yeah, I guess.”

The two of you continue talking for well over an hour, your friend eventually grabbing two glasses of wine to relax among all the news. You vent about how nervous you were showing Sevika the emails and both of you rehash old relationship worries. By the end of the conversation, you feel a bit more confident about the situation.

“So you’re definitely in the clear to get in with her now.”

Blowing out a puff of air, a smile cracks through your attempt at nonchalance and you attempt to hide it by covering your face.

“Ugh, it’s been so long since I’ve had a crush, I feel like a teenager again.”

“Isn’t it kind of fun though? Especially with someone that looks like her.”

You push her shoulder at that, both of you laughing.

“I tried for a while to tell myself friendship was enough, but…I like her.”

“Aww, of course you do!”

She wraps you in her arms, rubbing your back.

“I’m so happy for you, I know this weighed on you a lot. You deserve to be happy and I’m glad it’s finally starting to happen.”

Tucking your face into her shoulder, your eyes begin to get misty. As much as you’ve tried telling yourself that over the last few years, it feels like it’s starting to become reality.

“I really hope so.”

At her house, Sevika is having a similar conversation on the phone with Vander. Standing in the garage, she’s smoking a cigaratte and blowing the smoke towards the cracked garage door as her best friend is giving her his thoughts on the situation.

“It sounds bad to say, but I’m glad Vi was wrong. I really like that girl for you, Sev, I got a good feeling about her.”

Chuckling, she shakes her head as she brushes her hair out of her face. She didn’t tell Vander any details out of respect for you, only that the situation’s been cleared up and you’re back in her good graces.

“God, I thought I was out of the game for good. I’m too grown for shit like this.”

Vander belly laughs at that.

“These things happen when you least expect it, Sev. Take it in stride.”

Putting out her cigarette, she mumbles an agreement and ends the call a few minutes later, deciding she wants some reading time before bed, thoughts of you plaguing her mind the entire way.

That week ends up being extremely busy for you and Sevika, so much so that you haven’t been able to have dinner at her house. That changes Friday afternoon when you get a voice note from her asking if you’d like to come over later for dinner. It takes everything in you not to answer too eagerly, replying with a calm That sounds good :).

Now with that to look forward to, the rest of the day breezes by and eventually it’s time for Powder to get picked up after working on her project. Right on cue, Sevika walks in, and you have to fight to keep your eyes in your head.

Her trusty leather jacket makes a reappearance, over a fitted white henley you’ve never seen, buttons undone just enough to tease a perfectly sculpted clavicle. Paired with a loose fit pair of jeans and black combat boots, she looks the very picture of heartthrob.

Powder drops something on the floor and it’s then that you realize you’ve been staring unabashedly. Clearing your throat, Sevika walks over to you unexpectedly, carrying something in her hand. When you see that it’s a helmet, you swear you almost faint. Of course she has a goddamn motorcycle.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Sevika is wearing a mostly neutral expression, only a hint of a smile playing at her lips, and you’re trying your hardest to match it.

“I know I invited you for dinner tonight, and that’s still on, but me, Vander and Silco were gonna have our poker night afterwards. If you’re interested.”

The moment hangs in the air as she waits for your answer. You’ve never mentioned being into cards or anything like that, but she hopes you’ll accept the offer anyway.

“I’d love to.”

A smile lights up your face, your hands clasped in front of you as you continue. So much for keeping it cool.

“I’m not very good at poker, but that sounds like fun.”

Sevika lets out an internal sigh of relief, even though you hadn’t yet turned down an activity she mentioned, she was still nervous, especially because other people were involved.

“Great. We’re gonna head to the house from here, but you come over whenever you’re ready. And you don’t have to bring anything this time, really.”

You cluck your tongue, looking at her with a mischievous expression.

“I’ll see about that.”

Sevika bites her lip, looking away from you but the action captures all of your attention. When she turns back to you, your staring contest with her mouth ends and you suddenly become interested in something on the wall.

Powder walks over at that very moment, a knowing glint in her eye that you and Sevika both pretend not to notice.

“I’m ready, mom.”

Nodding at her daughter, Sevika moves to step towards you before correcting herself and pretending she was just shuffling her feet.

“Right. So, we will see you in a bit?”

“Yup! I’ll walk with you guys, I’m ready to head out too.”

Truthfully, you could’ve stayed a few more minutes to organize your desk before Monday but the chance to see Sevika drive off on her motorcycle was too enticing to pass up.

You walk towards the door with your bags, shutting off all of the lights and holding it open for Powder and Sevika to walk out, locking it behind you. When the three of you reach the exit to the parking lot, Sevika pushes it open and stands off to the side.

“After you.”

Powder can only shake her head, heading out first before you brush past Sevika, eyes almost fluttering shut at her aroma. Once in the lot, you see that she parked directly next to you and walk up to her bike, admiring the way it shines.

“It’s beautiful.”

You look back at Sevika, who looks very proud.

“Thank you. Finished fixing her up a month ago, but it’s been raining too much to ride until this week.”

She walks over to the back of the motorcycle and pops the seat, grabbing another helmet and placing it on Powder’s head. As she does, her jacket lifts and a sliver of her toned lower stomach is exposed where her shirt folded under itself.

After situating her own helmet, Sevika turns to you to say goodbye when she sees the dazed look on your face. Still staring, you’re playing with the car keys in your hand, the most distracted you’ve ever been.

“You okay?”

That instantly snaps you out of your daze, flames licking at your face.

“Yeah! Just thinking about something I have to do before going over.”

You smile at the woman, hopefully distracting her from the fact that you were just openly ogling her. Again. Behind her, you see Powder covering her mouth, most likely hiding a laugh, and groan to yourself.

“Okay then, drive safe.”

She swings her leg over the seat, Powder getting on behind her as Sevika turns the bike on and revs the engine. Nodding at you once, she pulls the visor of her helmet down and drives off, leaving you behind to collect yourself.

“Shit.”

When you arrive at her house a short while later, you make quick work of getting to the porch, eager to get out of the cold. Ringing the doorbell once, only a few seconds pass before the door opens and Vi is standing before you.

“Oh, hi Vi.”

You smile at the girl before she ushers you inside, offering to take your coat. After handing it to her, she sees the bottle in your hand and asks if you want her to grab it from you.

Laughing lightly, you tell her, “No, that’s okay, I don’t want your mom to think I’m giving you something to drink.”

You quickly add on, “We’ll wait until after she goes to bed,” with a wink.

Vi actually chuckles, and you feel proud. You definitely have to build a rapport with her the way you have with her sisters, but you decide to start right away. She leads you into the kitchen where the table is fully set, and a memory of the last time you were here hits you like a train. Clearing your head, you look around for Sevika before seeing her walking in your direction.

Before she can reach you, you extend your hands, presenting her favorite whiskey.

“You didn’t.”

A smile disguising itself as shyness spreads across your face as you reply.

“Of course I did, I never agreed to come empty handed.”

Shaking her head as she takes it from you, Vander and Silco walk over, shaking your hand as you greet each other.

“Good to see you again— Oh!”

Vander reaches for the bottle that Sevika is cradling, grabbing it and inspecting the label.

“Sev, you didn’t say she had such good taste.”

He smirks at her and you pretend not to notice the way she looks down, avoiding your eyes.

“Easy, babe.”

Silco rubs Vander’s shoulder as he directs him towards the table where the girls are starting to sit down. When they notice you, they greet you with hugs, Isha pulling you to sit next to her. Even Caitlyn openly waves to you, no longer worried about Vi’s glare.

Everyone takes their places and starts serving themselves, conversation flowing easily. You spend the first few minutes a bit anxious that something similar to last time will happen, but eventually, that feeling is replaced by a relaxed one.

When dinner ends, the girls head to Powder’s room and you head to the couch, chatting with Vander and Silco as Sevika cleans up the kitchen. A few minutes later, she walks over holding the bottle you brought and a deck of cards.

“Who’s ready to lose?”

Smirking at her two best friends, her eyes land on you and her gaze softens just enough to be noticeable. You stand and lightly stretch your limbs, trying to expel a bit of nervous energy that returned with Sevika’s presence.

“Take it easy on me, okay, public school teachers don’t make much, I promise.”

Vander cackles like that’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard and the two of you follow Sevika and Silco to the garage where the table’s already set up. Taking your seats, the two husbands sit across from each other, already sizing each other up and trying to psych each other out.

Hearing music suddenly playing, you turn around to see Sevika fiddling with a stereo system, holding a CD case. When she’s done, she strolls over and takes her seat across from you, reaching behind herself to set the case back on the shelf.

“Hope you like Coldplay.”

“You a big fan?”

Two groans come from the men on either side of you, confusing you.

“Please don’t get her started. She’s dragged us with her to see them live six different times. I like them, don’t get me wrong, but six is excessive, they only have so many songs!”

Silco’s explanation makes you giggle while it gets an eye roll from Sevika. Looking towards her, your curiosity begins to grow.

“You like them that much?”

The woman splays her hands across her thighs and shrugs.

“Their music’s gotten me through a lot. I haven’t been able to see them the last few times they were here, but I still listen to them all the time.”

Bobbing your head, you think it’s endearing how much she likes them and decide to indulge her.

“That’s really nice, actually. I’ve never been able to see them live, but I’ve heard great things.”

Her gaze flicks up to you, a hopeful look in it.

“You’re a fan?”

Shaking your head side to side, you tell her, “Not as much as you, but I listen to them often enough.”

A shy smile creeps up her face and she looks down at her hands as she begins shuffling the cards.

“That’s cool.”

Vander and Silco are watching the entire interaction with rapt attention, they knew Sevika had a thing for you, but this was more than they expected. Standing up, Vander grabs the whiskey from behind you and raises it to get everyone’s attention.

“Drink, anyone?”

Sevika and Silco both nod and Vander shifts his gaze to you. Deciding it’s a special occasion, you agree and he heads to the bar next to the fridge to retrieve some glasses. When he returns, he sets one down in front of each of you, pouring a generous amount in the others until he reaches you. He gets to less than half of what’s in the other glasses before Sevika cuts him off.

“Not too much, Van, you trying to kill her?”

Looking at your drink, it’s definitely more than you would’ve poured but you know you can handle yourself.

“Sorry! I forget not everyone drinks like a mechanic.”

Smiling apologetically, Vander caps the bottle and puts it away, sitting back down and looking at Sevika.

“Alright, let’s get started then.”

Sevika looks up at you through her bangs as she deals the cards.

“How much you know about poker?”

Glancing around, you clench your hands, trying to not seem nervous.

“Mm, not much, to be honest. There’s 5 cards per player, right? And the goal is to have the best hand possible.”

The three other people at the table internally chuckle at your naivety. They're going to eat you alive.

Sevika agrees to let you have a couple practice rounds so you can get a feel for the game, and only when you insist on playing for real does she stop holding back.

“If you say so.”

She smirks as she deals again, she almost felt bad for how this was going to go, but this was your choice and she was going to give you what you asked for. You end up with a straight, and though it was better than everyone was expecting, it wasn’t good enough to win. Huffing, you sit up in your chair as you take a swig of your whiskey, the burn in your throat only spurring you on.

“I think I got the hang of it now.”

Laughing under her breath, Sevika thinks the determination on your face is adorable, and the alcohol in her system isn’t helping. Going again, you end up with the same hand as before, more and more chips slowly disappearing from your stack.

The drinks are serving their purpose now, jokes and laughs coming out much easier than before. You find out that Vander and Silco have been together almost ten years, their anniversary coming this summer. They tell you the story of how they met at work, and you coo as they relay the details of how it was mainly Sevika’s doing. She makes a couple comments towards you that could be taken as flirtatious, but you pass them off as effects of the alcohol.

When your foot bumps hers, you shoot her a quick apology, and she accepts it with a small smile. When it happens again a couple of minutes later, you apologize again but she only nods, pinning you to your seat with her gaze. You try to focus on the story Silco is telling, something about a vacation, but your breath catches in your throat when you feel two legs slide on either side of yours, trapping your calf between them.

Quickly glancing at Sevika, she’s no longer looking at you but at Silco, fully engaged in his story. You move to pull away from her, sure it was an accident, when her grip tightens and she hooks one foot behind yours, leaving no room for doubt. She’s definitely flirting with you.

Alarm bells start going off in your head, you never considered what you would actually do in the event that Sevika returned the sentiment. The two men are seemingly unaware of what’s going on under the table and you’d like to keep it that way. You turn your leg to the right, pressing it into Sevika to test out her reaction. You’re rewarded with a sharp inhale that you only notice because your eyes are locked onto her full lips.

The moment unravels when you hear Vander call your name, forcing your gaze to the expectant look on his face.

“Sorry, what was that last part?”

“I was asking if you’ve ever ridden a motorcycle before.”

Sevika suddenly notices the lack of music playing and gets up to change CDs, taking the warmth against your lower half with her.

“Oh, yeah, um, no, no I haven’t.”

Giving him a tight smile, Sevika returns with a cigar between her lips, offering the box around the table while Vander keeps talking.

“Ah, it’s amazing. The three of us used to do an annual bike ride through the country, just us and the open road for weeks. Nothing like it.”

After everyone but you takes one, she walks over to the garage door to crack it open, making sure to turn up the space heater before sitting back down. Sevika clips her cigar and lights it, blowing a perfect ring on the first try. The alcohol is definitely affecting you now because as you watch the smoke leave her mouth, you wish you were in its place.

You decide you need to sober up a bit before your inside thoughts make their way out of your mouth. Standing up with the slightest wobble, the entire table stops what they’re doing and looks at you with varying degrees of amusement.

“I need to use the ladies’ room, be right back.”

Walking into the house and heading straight for the bathroom, you shut the door and lock it before turning to the sink and pulling the handle for cold water. Cupping your hands under the faucet, you rub the cool liquid over your face and take a deep breath. You look at yourself in the mirror, seeing the slight glossiness in your eyes and giggle to yourself. Was this really happening?

After a few minutes of breathing exercises, and actually peeing, you feel a bit more yourself, opening the door before immediately running into something.

“Oh shit, sorry, I was just about to knock.”

You step back in a daze before your eyes focus to see a sheepish Sevika standing in the doorway.

“You’ve been gone for a bit so I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay.”

Her hands are stuffed into her pockets and she’s looking at you with worry etched into the slight crease between her brows. You start to feel unsteady again, but it has nothing to do with the alcohol.

“I’m okay, just needed to wake up a little. That whiskey is stronger than it looks.”

A chuckle escapes her parted lips and the piercing underneath them suddenly looks enticing. Stepping forward to place a foot between hers, mirroring her move from earlier, you lean in the slightest bit before watching her eyes drop to your mouth as she replies.

“Yeah, it’s kicked my ass more than once…”

“Mm, I thought you could handle your liquor.”

Both of you continue to lessen the gap, pulled together as if by magnets.

“I can, but sometimes I like to test my limits.”

“Is that so?”

Your chests are almost touching, heavy breaths mixing into the space between you. Right when you’re about to close the distance, a door down the hall creaks open and you hear giggling, footsteps coming closer until they stop right outside the bathroom.

“Oh shit.”

Standing straight up, Sevika is glaring at Vi and Caitlyn as you lean your forehead against the doorframe, sure this is some sort of punishment from a past life.

“Where do you girls think you’re going?”

It’s then that you turn to see the keys dangling from Vi’s hand.

“Uh, we were just gonna go to the store for some snacks. For the movie we’re all watching?”

Both pairs of eyes flicker between you and Sevika, cogs turning as they realize they just walked in on something.

“But we can head back to the room, no worries, we can watch the movie without them.”

They turn back the way they came, mumbling apologies as Sevika hangs her head and groans.

“I just want five minutes without interruptions, that’s it.”

You giggle at her confession, though you wished for the same. Taking it as a sign to head back to the garage, you squeeze past Sevika, fingers brushing hers and you could almost swear you feel them twitch.

Walking back to the table, you feel Sevika’s eyes on your back the entire way and only because you reach Vander and Silco’s line of sight do you not turn around and pull her towards you. She slowly takes her seat in front of you, making a show of it because she knows you’re watching.

“Last round before we call it a night?”

Vander looks around the table to sense the vibe. He and Silco have been waiting for an opening to leave without interrupting whatever was going on with you and Sevika for over half an hour. You smile and nod, thinking it’s probably late for them to still be awake. Sensing that it’s finally time to execute your plan, you calmly call out, “Winner take all?”

You’re met with three confused glances. The girl who’s been losing all night wants to bet everything she has left? It isn’t a lot, they’ll admit but never one to pass up an opportunity to make some money, they all agree.

Sevika deals, a curious gleam in her eye as she watches you. Not seeing any tells, she focuses on her hand and looks around the table, confident with what she has.

“Fuck.”

A groan leaves Vander as he pushes his cards into the middle of the table.

“Fold.”

Crossing his arms and finishing his drink, he sets it onto the table with some force, more annoyed that he lost to his husband than anything. Silco grins, even if he doesn’t win the hand, beating Vander is enough for him. He lays his cards on the table with a flourish, calling out “Full house, baby.”

A huff escapes Sevika as she looks down at her hand.

“Damn. I only have a…” setting down her hand slowly to build suspense, “straight flush.”

Once you suck your teeth and sigh, Sevika grins and starts collecting the chips on the table, pulling the piles towards herself before asking what you have.

“Ugh, I don’t remember what it’s called.”

Setting down the cards one by one, each reveal causes everyone’s jaws to drop a little more as realization settles in.

“A royal flush?”

A wicked smile spreads onto your face as you sit back, absorbing the big reveal. Exhaling dramatically, you lean forward after a moment and start grabbing your winnings, the only noise in the room being the clack of plastic chips and the muted soundtrack of Coldplay.

“I can’t believe you just hustled me.”

Sevika is looking at you with a shocked, yet proud, look on her face and all you do is shrug.

“I can’t believe you just let it happen.”

A low chuckle leaves Vander as he scans his best friend’s face, thinking She may have finally met her match.

As you all stand from the table, he pulls out his wallet, grabbing your winnings and handing them to you before you raise a hand up, declining.

“No need. Seeing the look on all of your faces was payment enough.”

He claps a hand on your shoulder, peering past you before speaking.

“I really do like this one.”

He finishes his sentence with a pointed look towards the woman, emphasizing his comment from their earlier conversation.

“We’re gonna head out, don’t worry about locking up Sev, I still have my key. You two have a good night, now.”

Shaking his head and laughing to himself, Vander walks inside, closely followed by Silco, the two of them discussing their admiration for your style of play. Once you and Sevika are alone, you swing back to face her, much more confident than you were upon arriving earlier.

“Next time, we’re playing for real money. Now that you know how good I am and all that.”

Grinning at the woman in front of you, the look on her face can only be described as awe.

“I don’t enjoy being tricked, you know that?”

Glancing around the room, you purposely avoid eye contact for a few seconds before looking at Sevika.

“I get that, but I think you like a challenge.”

A sharp exhale is the only response you get before you reach out, hand grazing hers with a purpose. You were just full of surprises today.

The door to the house suddenly opens, revealing a tired Isha who's rubbing her eyes and carrying her stuffed monkey towards you both. Trying to blink away the sleep, she looks toward an exasperated Sevika, no clue what she’s just done. When she signs Can I sleep with you? I had a bad dream, the woman can only sigh. Isha’s nightmares could get pretty intense so she instantly feels bad and scoops the girl into her arms.

Are the others asleep?

After nodding, the girl tucks her face into Sevika’s neck, already starting to doze off.

“That’s definitely my cue to leave.”

You step towards the two and gently lay a hand on Isha’s back, feeling the warmth exuding from her small frame. Looking at Sevika, you give her a small smile before telling her you’ll see her later and moving in the direction of the door. She vigorously shakes her head before stepping into your path.

“Let me walk you out, at least.”

Agreeing to that, you make your way inside to the front, slipping your shoes on, then your coat, before facing Sevika. She’s sporting the slightest pout and you almost reach over Isha to kiss it away.

“See you next week, yeah?”

Nodding with a tired sigh, she looks at you before moving to embrace you as best she can. You take what you can get, wrapping one arm around her neck and the other around Isha, reaching for the woman's shoulder. After reluctantly letting go, you open the door, Sevika holding it as you walk out and angling her body to shield Isha from the cold.

“Text me when you get home, please,” she calls out as you head down the driveway.

Turning around, you give her a thumbs up, too wired to give her a verbal response. Once you’re in the car, Sevika closes the door but continues to watch from the window while you warm up your car, taking off a couple minutes later with a frazzled wave.

The drive home is silent. You couldn’t even bring yourself to play any music, the replay of the night making plenty of noise in your head. Only realizing how late it is when you arrive and see the lack of any lights inside, you tiptoe through the quiet house, reaching your room and closing the door as gently as possible.

Leaning against the door, you let out the breath you’ve been holding since leaving Sevika’s house. We almost kissed. Twice. You cover your face with your hands as you let out a muffled shriek, giddy and excited for what’s to come for the first time in a very long while.

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[faghubby]

Wife's bitch

"OH sweety I know what you need" Tammy told me as she pushed me over the counter as soon as I walked in. My basketball shorts where around my ankles as her hands rubbed my satin pantied ass.

"I am so hard for you" she told me. She pulled my panties down only far enough to expose my ass. I felt her spurt lube into my ass. She wasted no time rubbing her fake cock against my hole. She worked it in. I had become accustomed to her "cock" so it slid in without much resistance.

"Yeah, I love your ass sweety" she told me as she worked her cock in deep stokes.

"Did Greg tell you I am meeting I'm later tonight" Tammy asked

"No" I wimpered. Greg was my supervisor. I didn't know about him and Tammy. Tammy had several lovers, she didn't hide that.

"Well you should thank him for taking me out tonight, at work

tomorrow" Tammy told me. Tammy reached around and stroked my dick thru my panties. "You are so hard sweety, is it from my cock or knowing Greg will be getting to fuck me? When was the last time you got to be inside me?" Tammy teased I wanted to cum but she stopped touching my dick. She pulled her cock out of my ass. She fixed my panties then smacked my ass playfully.

"I don't want you touching yourself tonight either" Tammy left me standing there as she went to get ready for her Date. I pulled up my shirts and followed her.

"What is it sweety?" Tammy asked. As she stripped to shower. She looked at me. As she stood there in her bra and panties. "Not this again, is it?" Tammy made a playful frown. She must of seen the desperation on my face.

"We talked about this, you wanted me to sleep with other men" She reminded me. I had. What I hadn't thought of was cutting me off completely. The first time she had me wear panties was the first night she cuckolded me. The pegging came later, when I begged her for sex after months. Now she had me wear panties 24/7, and fucked me whenever she wished.

"I guess I could let you try" Tammy smiled. I was instantly hard and yanked off my shorts.

"Tonight when I get home silly. Now scoot I have to get ready" I practically jumped I was so excited rushing out of the room it had been 15 weeks since we had slept together. I was still only wearing my panties when Tammy emerged from the bedroom dressed for her date.

"Remember you better not touch it, or it will be a very long time before I let you inside me" she kissed me on the cheek and left. I tried to think of everything, I changed the sheets, lit candles, sprayed some perfume on the pillows, I also took a shower and shaved. I wanted everything perfect. I found myself trimming all my body hair. I clipped my nails. I waited and waited it got late and I slipped into bed. Wearing just a pair of panties she had bought me she thought I looked cute in. I must of fallen asleep.

"Wake up sweety" Tammy said rubbing me thru mypanties. "This is all very romantic" Tammy smiled. As the soft music still played.

"Unfortunately Greg fucked me so hard I am a bit sore, he is really big" she smirked. "I know it's not necessarly romantic but why don't you put in the back door" she told me as i watched her remove her panties. They where obviously filled with his cum. Tammy got on all fours in the center of the bed but dropped her head and stuck her ass high. I quickly grabbed the lube and she moaned as my fingers pushed inside her. I couldn't wait and got behind her as I tried to push my dick inside it slipped twice. And just as I got it lined up perfect I came all over her ass.

"OH my, use your fingers make me cum" Tammy told me. First I just fingered her ass, but she rolled over and spread her legs, I stared at her swollen used pussy, we laid next to each other as I pushed my fingers into her pussy. Greg's cum soon covered my hand. I was hard again and Tammy started to give me a hand job.

"Please let me inside you" I pleaded,

"You sure, he came so much. And you couldn't even get inside me" she teased as I came in her hand.

"Done again, finish me off, you know how" Tammy said pushing my head between her legs. I hesitated and just stared at her pussy my fingers still inside her.

"Do it now" Tammy grunted. I caved and buried my face between her thighs, I tasted Greg's cum as it now flowed out of her. Tammy came hard only a moment later. She held my head with her legs as she did.

When she released me I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower and was brushing my teeth when Tammy joined me. She didn't say a word we just got cleaned up and went to bed.

When I woke up Tammy was already gone. I got up and went to get dressed. I found Tammy had pulled out a pair of frilly pink panties for me to wear. I slid them on. I had become accustomed to wearing panties. I secretly loved the soft sexy feeling.

Around 10am I got a message.

WATCH THIS NOW SWEETY it read I opened it to see Tammy riding Greg's cock as he sat in a chair. I quickly turned it off and went to the bathroom to finish watching.

ARE YOU JERKING OFF? Tammy messaged.

I stopped and messaged back. That I was.

ARE YOU GOING TO EAT YOUR CUM? IF YOU CUM YOU BETTER EAT YOUR CUM. I was a bit shocked by this but stopped jerking off and went back to my desk.

I AM GOING TO FUCK THAT SWEET ASS SO HARD WHEN I GET HOME. GO TELL GREG HOW YOU TRIED TO FUCK MY ASS LAST NIGHT AND ATE HIS CUM INSTEAD.

I couldn't tell him that. I thought but the idea of telling him excited me.

I got home and Tammy wasn't home yet. I wanted to play with myself but I just turned on Tammy's laptop instead. It was flooded with images of woman dominating men. What had Tammy been researching. This was far beyond anything we had discussed. Suddenly the door opened and Tammy called out.

"BITCH, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE" I jumped and scrambled to meet her. She wss already tightening the straps on the harness. I looked down "her cock" was bigger. Much bigger then the one we normally used.

"PANTS OFF" She was mad. As I dropped my pants. "I told you to talk to Greg didn't i?" She told me as she lubed my ass and wasted no time pushing her cock into my ass.

"Greg bought this for you, I know you will love it" she told me as she managed to sink all 10 inches into my ass. "Next time I tell you to do something you will do it without hesitation" Tammy told me as she drove the toy in and out of me with long hard strokes.

"Please ohhhh god" I moaned.

"Yes you are just a gay slut" Tammy told me. She touched my cock and I came. She had only had to touch it. She immediately shoved her cum covered fingers in my mouth. She didn't stop kept pounding away on my ass. When she got tired she laid on her back and had me ride her. I came a second time and once again she fed me it all. With her cock still buried in my ass. She produced a chastity cage and had me put it on. We had never discussed chastity. And ye t I locked it on without hesitation.

"It's going to be a long time before I ever let you out again" Tammy told me. "You are my bitch and from now on you will do as you're told"

I nodded. And collapsed as she finally pulled her toy out. She unstrapped her cock and pulled her leggings off. She pushed me down and squatted over my face cum dripped on my face before my tounge even touched her. I licked and sucked her clean.

"Greg says he will fuck my ass tomorrow, so you can suck his cum out of my ass as well" Tammy told me. She walked around naked showing me all the other new toys Greg had bought for me.

There where restraints, paddles, plugs, nipple clamps, and a ton of new lingerie. Taking it much further then just panties. I knew she was right I was her bitch.

[lewanarta]

Andrzej Stękała for Onet: "I would like to ask what Damian and I did to the president that he denied us basic rights, such simple safety." In an interview with Dawid Dudko, the Polish ski jumping medallist talks about the grief over his partner: "There are images of Damian's death that are stuck in my mind. There was no chance to save him."

Translation of the interview under the cut.

Dawid Dudko: Damian would like this interview?

Andrzej Stękała: I'm sure he would be sitting here next to me right now and together we would tell you about the eight years of our relationship and our plans to spend the rest of our lives together. For me we are still together, only Damian is no longer here, as if someone took him away from me.

Do you still cry a lot?

I try not to cry and look forward, go to trainings, meet people. People in general make me able to pull myself together somehow. The worst thing is when I'm left alone, then it's hard to bear it all, it gets really hard, so unbearable.

I guess it's good to let yourself cry, but it's also good to remember that the other person would like to see you happy, however difficult it is right now.

My loved ones tell me that they would like to see such a happy Andrzej, smiling like before. But right now I can't honestly be happy about anything. I would like to finish our house that Damian and I built together, I know he would like that.

After you started a relationship, you wanted to quit sports.

Well yes, I thought: what do you mean, a gay professional athlete! I imagined that if people found out, I'd be cancelled. I decided that if I must choose between love and work, the choice is obvious for me. It was thanks to Damian that I realised that if I wanted there to be a place for gay people in sport, I should do something myself.

And that something shouldn't be running away.

I think everyone wants to share their happiness with others, not hide your phone from your teammates in the locker room while your boyfriend texts you. That's how I behaved in the beginning, hiding my phone, constantly glancing behind me to see if maybe someone was looking and about to ask me something and I'd have to lie. I would go to training camps and hide. Separation from Damian was one thing, but even worse was the whole thing of hiding him from the world, as if I was going to do something bad with this love of mine to someone.

Were there fictional girlfriends?

I had a lot of female friends, I always enjoyed the company of girls, I just somehow never was drawn to them in the sense that I was drawn to colleagues. One day, around the time of primary school, I asked my mum if I could bring a girl home. I tried something with the girls, but of course nothing came out of it, because it couldn't come out.

It is said that mothers generally feel all this.

Mine felt it too. It was her I told first. We had a long conversation, she explained that she supported me, but that she wouldn't want anyone to hurt me when there is still a lot of homophobia around. She's a strong woman, she's been through a lot, I admire her. You have no idea how much time I spent doing this kind of assessment in my head, who I could possibly tell at the beginning, who wouldn't reject me and think horrible things about me, or would not call me names at all…

I have a very good idea.

Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

Who was the first person you told at work?

My coach. He hugged me, told me it didn't change anything and that I was a f***ing awesome person.

And you got a big weight off your back.

How much can you live like that, purposely getting up early so no one gets suspicious that you live with the other guy? Because I told people I was living at my family home, and I was already with Damian at the time and we were renting a flat together.

And then you made a public coming out.

With that support from people close to me, not only family but also the guys I train with, it's been easier. My mates know that just because I'm gay doesn't mean you have to bit your tongue in front of me or not tell any jokes because it's not appropriate.

Because you have support and acceptance from them.

Well, I am very grateful to them for such openness. They don't allow themselves to be manoeuvred into political games.

What do you mean by political games?

You watch the news with your family, that family loves you, supports you, accepts you, and from the TV they hear that you are an ideology and a threat to the family. Our president denied the humanity of me too and the love of my life. It is known that many politicians play with homophobia, but this is the president of our country. And yet it was also the ‘scary’ gay man who was his source of national pride, shaking his hand.

Today, would you also shake hands with a president who threatened the nation with LGBT+ people?

I think I would. But I don't know if I would accept an individual state decoration from him, since who I am goes against his views. Today I would certainly like to talk to him, like a human being to human being. Because those few years ago, when he congratulated us on the team World Cup in Zakopane, the conditions for such a conversation were not there. And I was still sitting in the closet.

So what would you like to say to the president today?

I would like to ask what Damian and I did to the president that he denied us our basic rights, such simple safety. I would ask where the problem lies. Why the hatred? Mr President, you have a wife, your loved one. I also had a loved one, but officially we were strangers to each other. That really hurts.

And how do you feel this formal strangeness on a daily basis? Strangeness, let's be more precise, enforced by the lack of civil unions in Poland, the possibility of formalising the shared lives of two, adult, loving people.

There are images from Damian's death that have stuck in my mind. Certainly that moment when I found him at home, lying on the floor, and I tried to save him. But also the situation with the rescue helicopter, which I was afraid they wouldn't let me into, because I didn't formally have any rights to Damian. The doctors with everything headed to his mum.

Did you finally get into that helicopter?

Of course Damian's mum gave her consent, but it was no longer needed. There was no chance to save him.

Will you tell us what happened?

He suffered a heart attack. A few hours earlier we were still talking to each other, as if nothing was going to happen. Only in the morning, when I left for training, he was still asleep, so I didn't wake him up. I knew that when he got up he would make breakfast for the people who were building our house… Sorry, Dawid, it's still difficult to talk about it.

For me, the challenge in this conversation is not to cry myself. Thank you, Andrzej, for talking about all this publicly despite the difficulties. Because grief in LGBT+ relationships is still an almost absent topic in our country.

After all, we really don't want special treatment. It's just about what is due to adult, tax-paying, honest people. My coming out is also a reminder of this.

With it you also break with stereotypes. In the general awareness, an LGBT+ person is associated with the artistic world rather than the sporting world.

It's not worth hiding. Nothing bad happened to me at work when people found out who I was, I didn't experience anything that I could call homophobia in sport. In everyday life there are some offensive messages or comments. But should I care about someone who insults me anonymously from a fictitious account? You know, I think our national openness is much better than, for example, some politicians claim.

According to surveys, Poles are ready for civil unions more than some politicians are convinced. 'The LGBT community cannot expect me to force it or deal with their issues'. - Law and Justice presidential candidate Karol Nawrocki recently stressed.

It makes me want to cry when I hear such words.

We are talking during the Easter season. Did you celebrate this time with Damian somehow?

Yes, we were believers. I believe in God, I'm a Catholic, although it's getting harder and harder when you look at the Church. I go to church sometimes, but much more rarely than I used to. I try not to listen to sermons, because from the altar they can say really nasty things. I go for prayer. Damian and I used to go together.

Did you want to get married?

Damian proposed to me. See, I'm wearing a ring on my finger. We were waiting that maybe something in our country would change one day, we hoped we would live to see better times. We didn't want to go abroad and get married there, when in Poland such a wedding doesn't matter. As for the holidays, I don't generally associate them with the best things. Last Christmas we cried, had Christmas dinner and cried with my mum that Damian was gone.

When you acknowledge how difficult it is to maintain a relationship with the Church today, I am reminded of the words of Paweł Dobrowolski, the current director of Olszyn Jaracz Theatre, also a gay believer, who said in our interview: a Catholic also has his limits.

You could say that today's Church is testing our patience.

Damian had a Catholic funeral?

Yes, as a man of faith he would have wanted such a funeral. He was bid farewell by a good priest, because there are still such priests, after all. I assume that the priest knew very well that Damian and I were more than just friends. He kept looking at me during the funeral.

You could have said goodbye to your loved one. Many LGBT+ people in the current legal situation are sometimes deprived of this opportunity at all, they cannot go to the funeral of their partners, they are forbidden to do so by their formal family.

After my coming out, I got words of support from world-class ski jumping stars like Karl Geiger and Martin Schmitt. They said it could be easier for many people in Poland thanks to me. That's what I think about it too and that's why I'm sharing my lifetime loss with people now.

What are your plans, Andrzej?

I simply have to learn to live again, I just don't know how yet.

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●Night swimm●

Daryl Dixon X fem.Reader

Era: Season 1

Summary: Daryl has a crush on you since he saw you. Merle kept teasing him that Daryl should finally talk to you, but the archer never had the courage. One day you were taking a bath at night and Daryl saw you.

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, FEM.Reader, unprotected sex, shy Daryl, Merle being a tease/asshole, in the water, one slap on the ass, Daryl being a lil perv, tits sucking

Words: 3.5k

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PoV Daryl:

Our small group had come together at some point and we all had tasks. There was me and my brother, Merle, we looked after the food for everyone, Shane the 'leader' who ran everything. Lori, Carol, Jacqui, Andrea and Amy took care of our laundry and the children were still learning things from school. And then there was (Y/N). She somehow took care of everything at the same time, she defended, caught us fish, taught the children new things and also helped with the laundry. She really was strong.

Unfortunately, sometimes I caught myself staring at her sometimes, and not in a harmless way. She always wore shorts and a top, with a lumberjack shirt. The shorts fit her ass perfectly and her top hugged her breasts perfectly too. Her loving yet stern smile turned me on again and again, so that I had to satisfy myself that same night. Inside, I felt incredibly embarrassed for staring at a woman so much that even my brother noticed and annoyed me about it.

Merle had tried to flirt with (Y/N) many times, but she always ignored him or turned him down. However, after he noticed the looks I kept giving him when he flirted with her, he actually stopped, but not because he was begrudging me and being a good brother. No, he did it to tease me. “Hey, her ass is hot, but don’t stare so obviously, little brother.” “Maybe we can share the little one? You get her every Monday and I get her the rest of the week, okay?” “Hey, slap her ass! Let’s see how she reacts.” He told me again and again, no matter when and no matter where. While hunting, while eating, and he even stands outside when I sat in my tent and masturbated. But one day he really went too far.

It was another one of those days where I stared at (Y/N) and today I would also talk to her about the food. I wanted to ask her if she wanted anything specific, whatever it was I would get it for her. So I slowly walked towards her, her back was turned to me and she was hanging up the laundry with Lori. (Y/N) had bent over slightly to pick up a basket, so I had a perfect view of her ass for a moment, but I had to pull myself together. I was standing just two meters away from her when I suddenly saw Merle. He walked between us as quietly as he could and slapped (Y/N) hard on the ass. Before she could turn around, however, he had disappeared again and (Y/N) was now staring at me.

Unknowingly, I stared after Merle for a moment before looking at her. Her look made me pause, all the color in my face disappeared and I only now checked what had just happened. Merle had slapped her ass and now it looked, to her, like I had slapped her ass. “Daryl?” She just said confused. I looked at her uncertainly, like a child who wanted to ask an adult something but didn't dare. She still looked at me confused, although I didn't see a trace of anger in her eyes. “You need something…?” When she asked me this, I shrugged together and realized why I wanted to go to her in the first place. And now my entire face turned bright red and I could now feel Lori's gaze on me. She looked at me confused, just as did (Y/N). “N-nah… s-sorry…” And with those words I walked away from her. In my head, I planned to stay in the forest for several days until this situation might calm down.

As I went to my tent to get my crossbow, I saw Merle staring at his hand. It was the hand he had used to spank (Y/N)'s ass. Merle had a satisfied grin on his lips before he looked at me. "And? Does she have a wish for the food?” His innocent question got on my last nerve, but I decided to just ignore him and disappear into the forest. Merle just laughed loudly before following me.

PoV (Y/N):

I looked after Daryl confused, I could still feel the stinging on my butt cheek. My eyebrows furrowed a little, but I slowly turned back around to pick up the basket to get the next load of laundry. “Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” I heard Lori ask. I jumped and looked at her with wide eyes, completely forgetting she was still here. So I gave her a quick little smile before nodding and then walking away.

However, nothing seemed to fit together in my head. Of course, I had noticed that Daryl stared at me sometimes and that he had trouble being alone with me, but I never expected him to slap my ass. A strange tingling sensation formed in my chest, but I ignored it and instead picked up the next load of laundry.

<Time Skip>

The sun was slowly setting and the temperature dropped a little, but still not enough. It was incredibly warm and sleeping naked or just in underwear these days was too dangerous. With the apocalypse, however, things changed and many things could no longer be done. And showering or bathing was one of those things. It wasn't that I really needed to wash, but I was longing for some grooming after a month of going without.

So I grabbed a few clean clothes, two towels and thick socks before I went to this huge pond. The water was pleasantly cool, clean and no walkers would come because I had searched this area twice today. The water shone in the moonlight and I was already smiling slightly.

I put my clean clothes on a stone before I started to take off my dirty clothes. It was risky because someone could see me at any time, but I hurried so that my body was quickly in the water. I also checked again to see if anyone in my small group was nearby. Since no one was there, the cool water greeted me very quickly and I sighed quietly. I briefly submerged myself completely so that my hair would get wet too. I gently massaged my scalp and body to rub away all the dirt.

PoV Daryl:

The world really wasn't on my side today. On a day when I wanted to stay in the forest for a long time, Merle and I found a deer and three rabbits. Merle had already brought the animals to camp and then gone to sleep, but I didn't want to lie down yet. I wandered around in the forest for a while, kicking some stones around and looking around. But suddenly I heard a loud splash, as if someone had gone into the water. I immediately raised my crossbow and I slowly moved towards the pond, which was right next to our camp.

I slowly walked through the trees until I suddenly tripped over something. I looked down in confusion before kneeling down and picking up the strange material. But as soon as I realized what material it was, I turned bright red and held my breath. It was a bra and not just any bra. No, it was (Y/N)´s bra, I sometimes saw the straps on her shoulders, through her top or when she bent over slightly. So I immediately looked around to see her, maybe something had happened to her, maybe she was kidnapped or someone forced her to take off her clothes. But when I looked into the pond, I turned even redder. She stood there, naked and wet. She was in the water up to her cleavage, but I could see the slight hint of her breasts. I saw her side perfectly, her fingers running through her wet hair.

Even if it was wrong, I hid a little more behind the tree, but only so that I still had a perfect view of her. It became incredibly tight in my pants and I had the uncomfortable need to touch myself again. She looked around briefly, which is why I hid completely behind the tree. I even held my breath. After a few seconds I looked back at her and my eyes widened more. (Y/N) had stood up and was now letting her hands slide over her perfect breasts. Her nipples had become a little hard from the cold water. My cock was throbbing incredibly hard, it was already painful.

Just as I was about to reach for the bulge in my pants, I stepped on a branch and it cracked far too loudly. I immediately squeezed my eyes shut, hoping (Y/N) hadn't heard. But I was wrong. "Hello?"

PoV (Y/N):

I heard a branch snap, which made me immediately go under the water again. I stayed quiet for a moment to hear any grumbling or growling noises, but I heard nothing. So it was a human. Fuck and right now I didn't have my knife in the water with me. "Hello?" I called out in the direction from which I heard the noise. There was a moment of silence before someone stepped out from behind the tree. It was Daryl and he raised his arms innocently, slowly lowering his crossbow to the ground. My cheeks immediately turn bright red, but my shoulders relaxed. I sighed quietly before standing up again, more unconsciously than consciously. “Daryl-?” Before I could say or ask anything else, the archer interrupted me. “I-I can explain tha’…” He murmured quietly, his face bright red.

It didn't fit together again. First he slapped my ass and then he watched me how I take a bath? Or were these all just coincidences? So I looked at him waiting, but I was too far away from him. We would have to talk too loudly and probably wake everyone up. So I crossed my arms over my chest so he could barely see them and I stepped more out of the water. I came out until the water only covered my waist and everything below. I could tell Daryl wanted to sink into the ground. "Yeah?… I'm waiting…" Although I didn't want to push him, I did want to get this all over with as quickly as possible. "I-I… I was… huntin' and then I saw ya… I'm sorry…" He didn't lie. Daryl wasn't the type of guy who liked lying, nor was he good at it. So I smiled slightly before relaxing a little more.

Daryl was attractive, I really had to say that. His arms, his blue, intense eyes and his physique in general always attracted me. Sometimes I felt really honored that he was staring after me. So I took a risk. “You wanna join?” My question immediately made him look up, but he immediately closed his eyes when he saw my naked body. I really had to hold back a chuckle, he was really cute. I slowly walked closer to him until I was completely in front of him. I gently grabbed his hand and I gently pulled him towards the water. “Come on… We can talk a little bit…” I then suggested. Daryl just grumbled under his breath before turning away and unbuckling his belt. I bit my bottom lip briefly before turning around and slowly walking into the water. I went low again until my breasts were now hidden again by the water before turning around and looking at Daryl.

He was now up to his stomach in the water, but he kept his top on. I looked at him briefly, confused but also amused, but I decided not to ask him. As he stood in front of me, his eyes wandered everywhere. To my eyes, to my shoulders, to my collarbone, to my lips, to my cleavage and then back to my eyes.

“Soo… why exactly did you slapped my ass?” I then asked teasingly. The tips of his ears now turned bright red and he cleared his throat quietly. His gaze shifted to the side and he took a few deep breaths. "Tha'… wasn't me tho… 'was ma brother…" He then admitted quietly. I tilted my head slightly to the side in amusement and I smiled softly at him. It was kind of clear to me that Daryl hadn't slap me on the ass, but I wanted to hear it from his mouth again. “And…why were you spying on me?” He shrugged again and looked down at the water.

I came a little closer to him so that my breasts were now pressed against his chest and he then looked deep into my eyes. His blue eyes lit up briefly and I could have sworn I felt his cock against my thigh. But I didn't mention it. Not yet. "I-I was… huntin'… just as I said…" Giggling, I placed my hand gently on his cheek and stood slightly on my tiptoes so that I was closer to him. With my other hand I grabbed his wrist and I put his hand on my hip. His other hand followed automatically and now he held my hips. “It’s okay… but next time just ask if you could join me, alright?” My suggestion made him gulp.

I looked briefly at his lips before looking back into his eyes. My hands went to his shoulders and I pulled myself up slightly until I could wrap my legs around his waist. Now his shaft was pressing against my pussy and I moaned softly before I came closer and closer to him. Daryl took a short, sharp breath before looking uncertainly into my eyes. “W-wha’ are ya doin’…?” He asked me uncertainly. He looked excited, almost afraid, but your grip on my waist pulled me a little closer to him. My eyes sparkled briefly with excitement. “I just want to spend some time with you… you don’t have to…” I whispered again quietly to confirm that he really wanted all of this. When the archer shook his head slightly and then nervously licked his bottom lip, I grinned wider and then pressed my lips gently against his.

The younger Dixon growled briefly before returning my kiss sloppily. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to grind my pussy against his shaft. A strangled groan escaped him and his grip around my hips tightened. “You’re so hard…” I giggled softly against his lips before placing my hand on his cheek. "'m sorry… 'm jus'…" Before he could say anything else, I kissed him gently again. “Don’t apologize… I like it…” I then purred softly against his lips. Swallowing hard, he nodded briefly before I reached down between us and gently grabbed his shaft. Daryl immediately gasped quietly and he also looked down. I bit my lower lip lightly, while I rubbed the head of his penis between my folds until it hit my entrance.

“You want that…?” I asked, just to be sure. The archer nodded again and he pushed me down slightly until his tip was inside me. I immediately inhaled sharply and pressed my face into his shoulder. I already knew that I had to stop myself from screaming. I lowered myself deeper and deeper onto him until he filled me completely. His pubic hair tickled my clit slightly, but as I pressed myself harder against him, I felt his abdomen against my sensitive skin. Without realizing it, I had bitten his top and narrowed my eyes. Even though I tensed incredibly hard, a loud whimper escaped me and I was breathing heavily.

“Ya okay…?” I heard Daryl ask quietly. I felt his rapid heartbeat against my bare chest and his breathing was incredibly fast. I wondered if this was Daryl's first time, but I immediately shook the question out of my head. “Y-yeah… It’s just… I haven’t fucked with anyone in a long time…” I then admitted quietly, which only made Daryl grumble. His one hand went to my ass and he massaged it gently. The touch immediately made me tremble and I felt him lift me up a little, only to immediately press me back against his pelvis. “Fuck, woman… ya’r so tight…~” He growled softly against my skin. Whimpering, I clutched at his top and quickly realized that it was bothering me. So I tugged on it gently, but right after I did, he bit my neck hard. Squeaking loudly, I tensed up. He lifted my pelvis faster and faster. "No…~" Was all he growled.

I understood what he meant, but I whimpered loudly. “Daryl, please…! Faster~…” My lips found his neck and I covered his skin with gentle but passionate kisses. He listened to my request and moved my pelvis against his faster and faster, the water around us sloshing around wildly. With my eyes closed, I enjoyed the feeling while placing thick hickeys on his neck. “God, ya feel so good~…” Daryl's deep voice made me tremble for a moment before I moaned softly into his ear. I kept whimpering or moaning his name, making him twitch. His cock twitched and throbbed more and more and the tip of it constantly brushed against my special spot. A tingling sensation spread through my stomach and I breathed faster and faster.

I leaned away from him so I could look Daryl in the eyes. His blue eyes looked deep into mine, his pupils were much wider so that you could barely see his blue irises. He bit his bottom lip hard and looked closely at my features. I had my eyebrows furrowed slightly and my mouth open in an 'O' shape, my eyes staring deep into his. “Fuck, why haven’t you ever spoken to me?” "'Was afraid… god, ya're just so pretty…" He lowered his head and moved me much faster now, my clit rubbing over his shaft again and again.

His sweet words sent a chill through me and I had great difficulty suppressing my voice. My inner walls hugged his shaft much tighter and they sucked him greedily, which only made the archer moan loudly. His gaze went to my bare breasts, which were bouncing up and down due to the movements. Water slowly ran down my breasts and my nipples became hard. Suddenly he pushed my upper body closer to him and he sucked greedily on my nipple. I immediately gasped loudly and grabbed his short, dark blonde hair tightly. “God, Daryl~…! Yes, just like that~!” My words made him growl and he twitched again inside me.

He flicked his tongue over my nipple and moved his pelvis slightly against mine. “Ya’re driving me crazy, woman~…” I had to grin, but another loud gasp escaped me as I felt myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. “I’m cumming~…!” I whimpered loudly. Daryl growled briefly before letting go of one breast and moving to the next. As his lips wrapped around my nipple, he sucked hard again and I arched my back. "Fuck, Daryl~!" With his name on my lips, I came around him and I gripped his top tightly.

Daryl immediately growled loudly and pulled out of me. In the same second he shot his sperm into the water and he moaned my name. I was still in his arms, my pussy still throbbing but calming down a bit before Daryl slowly carried me out of the water. Once we got out of the water, he put me on the ground to put his pants on himself. I could briefly see his cute ass and a grin crept onto my lips. “Cute butt…” “Shuddup…” He must have been embarrassed. Once the archer was properly dressed again, he helped me get dressed and then picked me up bridal style. I just wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. “Do you wanna sleep in my tent?” I then asked him quietly as his footsteps led us to my tent. Daryl seemed to think for a moment before looking at me. "If ya want…" “I wouldn’t ask you if I never wanted that…”

Daryl snorted briefly and a slight grin briefly appeared on his lips. He then let me down to the ground in front of my tent and opened the tent. I quickly climbed in and then looked back at Daryl. “'m gonna get some clothes… gonna be back again…” And with those words he disappeared briefly. Smiling, I closed the tent slightly before lying down in my tent bed. I looked patiently at the tent door until Daryl opened it again and walked in to me. He had new clothes on. “Ya tired?” "Yeah… a little… you fucked me good." I teased him.

The archer looked away briefly, a visible blush forming on his cheeks. "Tha´ was nothin´, hun..." Giggling, I then moved to the side a little to give him some space. He very hesitantly climbed into the tent bed and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Well… was tha’ now jus’ a one-night stand or…?” Before he could continue, I pressed my lips to his. "No… I love you, Daryl…" He snorted briefly in amusement before kissing my lips gently. Even though he didn't respond to my words, I saw in his eyes that he loved me too. And that's how we fell asleep. With the knowledge that we loved each other and cuddled together too.

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Yours Pt. 5 (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)

Warnings: DDDNE (that is your warning that this is gonna get a little fucked up here), manipulation, controlling relatives, lying, p in v, infidelity, let me know if I missed any

Hey guys... long time no see.... sorry life happens you know I hope yall are still hanging around

Word count: 4372

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As much as I hated it, I eventually had to send Yn back inside to get cleaned up before anyone else woke up. I also had to kick it into gear and get everything taken care of out here before Ciara got suspicious of how long it took. 

When I got inside, Yn was coming out of the bathroom, dressed for the day. 

“Good morning, Yn, you’re up early. Hope I didn’t wake you up too early.” I said casually, unsure if anyone else was awake and would hear us. 

“Good morning, Paddy, and don’t worry you didn’t wake me… just figured I’d get a jump on the day.” she said with a sweet smile. 

“Smart. There’s leftover coffee down in the kitchen, help yourself, darling. I’m going to go up and wake Ciara…” I said before stepping closer, “Don’t worry, her wake-up won’t even be half as good as yours.” I whispered before walking past her and then up to the bedroom. 

When I got there, Ciara was already awake. She sat up as I shut the door. 

“Good morning, Paddy.” She said as she stretched her arms above her head. 

“Good morning, love. I’m going to go hop in the shower, wash off the dirt from this morning’s chores.” I said, leaning over to give her a quick kiss before pulling away to collect my clothes. 

“Paddy?” She called my name. 

“Hm?” 

“Look at me, please.” She requested and I finally turned away from the drawer I was digging in and raised an eyebrow in question at her. 

“What are your plans for the older girl? For Yn? She’s too old to look like my daughter.” 

“Darling, I have everything under control. Don’t worry. Everything will work out in the end. Remember it’s all about the chase, about the hunt, that’s the best part of all this. So don’t you worry, you’ll know the time comes, okay?” I said, getting on my knees on the bed and crawling over to her to kiss her just to seal the deal and make sure she trusted me. 

She nodded and brought her hands up to my face, “But I get to do it…” She requested. 

“If that’s what you want, my darling.” I said with a smirk before giving her one last kiss. 

I got off the bed and went back to getting my clothes together to go shower. 

Yn PoV

I tried to ignore the thoughts of what Ciara’s wakeup would include. Obviously, they were married, so them having sex wasn’t completely out of the question. But I didn’t want to think about that so I just trusted that Paddy was telling the truth when he said her’s wouldn’t be as good as ours. 

I went downstairs and found the leftover coffee Paddy had mentioned and poured myself some. After fixing it up to my liking I sat down at the kitchen table. It was nice and quiet. My mind began to wander off on fantasies of what it would be like when it was finally just Paddy and me here. 

It was easy to picture me being his perfect little housewife, making sure he came into a nice warm breakfast once he finished his morning chores, making sure the house was tidy…, and helping him when he decided to lure his next victims in. That last thought caught me by surprise. 

Suddenly everything Paddy had told me this morning came flooding back to me. He had confessed to being a serial killer… he had murdered people before, and he was going to murder my aunt and uncle… and I was oddly very calm and actually okay with that. 

“You’re up early, figured you’d still be dead to the world.” Ben’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. 

A smirk grew on my face as I realized, this would be one of the last mornings I’d ever hear that from him. 

“Got up early to enjoy the quiet. Kinda hard to do now…” I said as I heard him walking up behind me. 

“Paddy up?” He asked, glancing outside through the window. 

“Yup. Already done outside and in the shower… he made coffee, it’s on the stove.” I said, nodding over to it. 

Soon Louise and Agnes joined us followed by Paddy, and then lastly Ant and Ciara came down. “Alrighty, who wants breakfast?” Paddy asked, walking into the kitchen. 

I stood to get more coffee and to have an excuse to be even just the slightest bit closer. 

“Want some help?” I asked after refilling my mug. 

Paddy turned around to answer me but before he could, Ciara was already speaking, “Come sit down, Yn, Paddy is always in charge of breakfast. Let him cook.” 

I turned back to Paddy, “I really don’t mind helping. It’s the least I can do after all you’re letting us stay with you. Let me help.” I pressed, unfazed by Ciara seemingly trying to get me away from him. 

“If you insist.” Paddy said. 

He directed me on what he needed from me. And although I may be biased, I think we worked well together. We were a great team. 

Once breakfast was done we packed up what we would need for our hike before heading out. Admittedly I was a bit sore from the morning but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t ignore for the time being. 

As we walked I took in the breathtaking view around me. It was such a stark difference from the apartment I was supposed to be calling home now. There was not a single building in sight, just rolling hills, grass, and trees for as far as the eye could see. I smiled to myself knowing that soon, this would be my home. My home, with just myself and Paddy. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Ciara asked as I raised my camera up from where it hung around my neck. 

“It really is. Honestly, I am quite jealous of you three. Living out here seems so freeing.” 

“It’s truly amazing. We have so many memories here as well. I can still remember the first time Paddy brought me out here. He proposed to me right over there, actually.” She pointed off to a clearing to our left, “And right up ahead, on the path, that’s where I told him I was pregnant with Ant.” She said, with a dreamy smile on her face. 

I knew she lying to me. After everything Paddy confessed to me this morning, I could only assume that wasn’t their child.  

“That’s so sweet.” I said, smiling back. 

We continued our walk into the woods. Paddy and Ciara both were pointing out different types of plants to us. It was nice. I could almost pretend that this was a completely normal vacation. Almost. 

We eventually came to a clearing and took a rest. Paddy started a fire and warmed up some coffee over it for the adults. I was lost in my own thoughts when Paddy’s voice pulled me back to reality. 

“See that, right there. You see it, Yn?” He said, point to the tree line ahead of us. 

I followed his gaze and caught a glimpse of a red fox disappearing into the shrubbery. 

“Cheeky little bastard.” Paddy said. 

Ciara laughed and leaned into him, “Should’ve brought your rifle.” She said. 

Louise shook her head and smiled nervously, “Well I’m glad you didn’t.” She countered causing Paddy to laugh. 

“An American who doesn’t like guns?” Paddy quipped. 

I laughed at his remark before Louise spoke up again, “Oh well, I saw my fair share growing up.” 

“Yeah, me too…” Ben began before trailing off when he realized where his story was going to lead. 

“I’ve never used a gun, or rifle, or anything like that.” I began, causing Paddy to look over at me, “I would love to learn someday. My father and grandfather… and Ben, used to deer hunt when they were younger. I have pictures of my dad stashed away of him out on hunting weekends. It would be a nice way to feel connected to him.” I said. 

“I can teach you. Before you lot head out, I’ll take you out to feild and show you how it’s done. We can maybe even take care of a few of those pesky beasts. You see,” He began, turning back to my aunt and uncle, “If uncheck, foxes, they kill all the ground-nesting birds. Predator control is essential to a balanced ecosystem.” Paddy explained. 

Louise chuckled a little before speaking again, “Yes, I’m sure a factory-made firearm is nature's way of keeping that delicate balance.”

Paddy just hummed in response. I was glad when Agnes called for Louise, causing the conversation to end. She got up and walked over to where the two kids were at. Paddy followed shortly after, and then Ben as well, leaving just Ciara and me by the fire. 

“So, you and your aunt don’t seem to get along very well.” She pointed out. 

I shrugged, “We definitely disagree on a lot. But that’s part of being a family, isn’t it?” 

“I suppose it is.” She said before taking another sip of her coffee. 

I turned my attention back to the rest of the group to see Ant now pushing Agnes on the swing they found as Paddy stepped up to Louise and took her by the neck. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting him to do, but I would be lying if there wasn’t a part of me half expecting him to just snap her neck right then and there. Honestly, I wouldn’t even be mad. Truth be told, I was kinda excited by that thought. However, I wasn’t so lucky. Instead of killing her right there, he was just adjusting her from where her neck was hurting once again. He stepped away after a moment and came back to where me and Ciara still sat. 

“Come on, ladies, we’re heading out.” He announced. 

“Where to?” I asked as I stood up and dusted off my pants. “Oh, you’ll see.” He said. 

I followed behind him with everyone else behind us as he led us deeper into the woods. 

“You lost, Paddy?” I teased as he came to an abrupt stop. 

“No, I am not lost, thank you. Just listening for it… sh sh sh, you hear that off in the distance?” He asked. 

I strained my ears to listen for anything that stuck out. Then, ever so faintly I could hear water gently splashing onto rocks somewhere nearby. 

“Is there a lake nearby or something?” I asked still slightly confused. 

Paddy smiled, “Just you wait. Come on, almost there.” He said just as the rest of the group caught up. 

When we got there we were still a few paces ahead of everyone else. It was a tall cliff with the lake down below. Surrounding the lake was a beautiful scene of trees and cliffs. 

“Hope you put panties on after your wake up this morning.” He whispered just as the others arrived. 

I tried to hide my blush at his comment so no one would be suspicious. 

“What is this?” Louise asked as she came out of the treeline behind us. 

“Cold water therapy. Clinically proven to reduce inflammation and…? Anyone?” Paddy looked around for someone to answer, but when no one did, he answered himself, “Boost the immune system.” He said as he took off his button-up that he had been wearing undone over a tank top. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ciara taking off her top as well. I took that as my cue and started slipping off the thin jacket I was wearing. 

“We didn’t bring our swimsuits.” My uncle said. 

“Oh, that’s all right. You can keep your knickers on.” Paddy said swiftly. 

As I was taking my shirt off, I heard Louise gasp slightly, “Oh my, what happened?” 

When I was able to see again, I saw that she was talking to Ciara, who had some pretty nasty bruises on her ribcage.  

“Oh, uh, I got a little bit out of hand this morning.” Paddy quipped with a small chuckle. 

I laughed along with him, knowing it wasn’t the truth. 

“I fell off a ladder, picking apples.” Ciara confirmed to Louise, laughing as well at her husband's antics. 

“Alright, come on, you lot. Get your kits off. I promise we’ll whack up the heating in the car afterward, and we will be warm again in no time.” Paddy said as he took off his boots and socks. 

I had shed my shirt already and was slipping off my shoes as well. I half wished I had chosen a nicer bra to wear. Ciara’s some cute lacing at the top, mine was quite simple in comparison. However, any insecurities left me when I glanced up from where I was bent over, taking off my socks, and caught Paddy staring right at my breasts. I smiled to myself and stood all the way back up, keeping a subtle eye on Paddy as he undid his belt and slid his shorts off. 

“Right. Make sure when you jump out, clear the rocks.” He instructed as he stood there wearing only his underwear that, truth be told, did little to keep anything to the imagination. 

I slipped off my pants and stood, ready to jump. 

“Right, Ant, Agnes, jump with the dads.” Paddy said. 

“Uh, wait, wait…” Lousie said hastily as she stepped forward, “Is it safe? Is it deep enough?” She worriedly. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve done it hundreds of times. Since I was her age,” he said, pointing to Agnes. 

“Do you really think he’d be jumping too if it wasn’t safe?” I asked. 

“Right.” Paddy nodded to me, “Just mind the rocks… and you know what here, Yn jump with me, too.” He said, offering me his hand. 

“Okay.” I said, taking his other hand. 

“All right, in three, two, one, go!” He yelled, and the five of us all leaped off the cliff. 

We all screamed as we flew through the air before hitting the water. It was in fact cold. I came up for air and my teeth were wanting to chatter already. “Holly shit, Paddy!” I said, laughing. 

“What?” He said, a mischievous smile on his lips. 

“It’s fucking cold!” I said, still laughing. 

“I warned ya!” 

I was caught up in our little conversation and watching him smile that I didn’t notice Ant struggling to swim behind him until Ben spoke up. 

“Paddy, can he swim?” He asked. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Same way I learned sink or swim.” He said. 

Ciara jumped next, leaving my aunt alone on the cliff. 

“Come on!” 

“Let’s go, Louise!” 

“Yeah, Mom, come on!” 

“Let’s go!” 

We were all cheering her on until she finally tried to chicken out.

“You know what I think, I’m good. I don’t want to be all cold and-yeah.” 

“Oh, come on, it’ll help your neck, remember?” Paddy hollered. 

I could see the way she deflated. He was right. She was the whole reason we came to the lake. So with that, she took a deep breath and joined us in the cold water. 

Once we all got out and got dressed again, we headed back to the car. And, true to his word, Paddy cranked the heat up for us. When we got back to the house, Paddy went about starting a pot of coffee for the adults while the kids went to shower and changed out of the damp clothes they were in. 

Then, after all the adults had gotten their turns to freshen up, Louise called me up to the room where she and Ben were staying in. When I got there, Agnes was there as well. 

“What?” I asked just as my aunt went to blow-dry her daughter's hair, only for the outlet to spark. 

Everyone gasped by the sound it made, clearly startled, but I brushed it off fairly quickly; my aunt, however couldn’t. 

“That’s a fucking fire hazard.” She said, hugging Agnes close to her. 

“It’s an old house, probably has some faulty wiring. It’s not like they intentionally fucked with the outlet.” I said. 

“Still, maybe warn your guest about it before they go using it.” She countered, and I just shrugged. 

“Look, Louise, do you want to take a nap?” Ben said in his own sorry attempt to defuse the situation: give his wife more pain meds so she falls asleep. 

“Yeah, in their dirty bed, I don’t think so.” She replied as I began to wonder why I was even called up here. 

“Look, I am trying, I really, really am… I just… I don’t find them that pleasant to be around.” She said. 

“You can say you don’t like them, Louise. You don’t have to be delicate about it.” I said, completely over her sugar coating everything and trying to be a polite as possible. 

“I don’t…” she sighed, unable to even finish the sentence, “Maybe we could use my neck as an excuse?” 

“To leave?” Me and Ben asked at the same time. 

“No, offense… actually, no, please take offense to this, but I have let you drag me from trip to trip and done what you’ve wanted or insisted on doing. I actually want to be here, I actually enjoy their company, so no, we’re not using your neck as damn excuse.” I said. 

Before either of them got a chance to respond, there was a light knock at the door. It was too soft to Paddy’s, so I knew it was Ciara. 

“Am I interrupting?” She asked gently. 

“N-no.” Ben stuttered out, and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. 

“Well, Paddy and I would like to invite you for dinner tonight.” She said. 

“Ooh.” Louise said as if she wasn’t just trying to come up with a reason to leave. 

“There’s this guy, Mike, he’s a bit of a local legend. He may be a bit of a poacher, but he’s an amazing cook. He has this little place by the sea. Private room, like a chef’s table type thing.” 

“Oh wow.” Ben said, joining in on the fake interest. 

“Yeah, and it’s super authentic, everything fresh, local.

“That sounds great.” Lousie said, looking over at Ben, silently telling him to say something as well.

“Yeah, we-we’d love to.” He added. 

“Great.” Ciara said before walking back out. 

“She seems really unpleasant.” Ben said sarcastically to Louise, and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I went to leave, but not before seeing Louise shake her head at him. 

As I walked back downstairs to find something a bit nicer to wear to dinner and to grab my makeup bag, I passed Patty. 

“Oh, I cleaned the bathroom counter off if you wanted to go in there and do your makeup.” He said with a hint in his voice. 

“Okay… why are you acting weird?” I asked with a small smile. 

“I left you a surprise hanging up in there. Wear it tonight.” He said before walking up the rest of the stairs to his bedroom. 

I quickly grabbed my makeup bag before going to the bathroom. There I found a beautiful dress hanging up with a small note on the counter. 

“I saw this after you left Italy and knew I wanted to see you in it.- Paddy” 

I smiled at the note before setting out my makeup and begging to get ready. Once my makeup was and after double-checked that the door was locked and changed into it. I had gotten it on and it fit perfectly, the only issue was, I couldn’t zip it up on my own. After struggling for a few minutes, I decided to poke my head out and see if Lousie or Agnes were nearby and could help. Hell, I would’ve even asked Ciara if I saw her first. To my surprise, when I opened the door, I found Patty there. It was almost like he knew I’d need help and was waiting. 

“Oh.” I said in surprise. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked. 

“You planned this, didn’t you?” I asked with a knowing smile. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said, smirking. 

“Sure… come help me zip it up?” I asked. 

“Certainly.” He said as I opened the door for him. 

Just as he was finishing zipping it, Louise walked by. “Oh… um, everything okay here?” She asked clearly confused as to why he was zipping up my dress. 

“Yeah. I just couldn’t zip up the last couple of inches. I opened the door to call for you or Agnes by Paddy was here waiting to use the bathroom and since it was only a little bit at the top, I just asked him to help. No biggie.” I shrugged as I slipped out, leaving Paddy in the bathroom. 

Luckily, he played along and shut the door as if he was really just waiting to get in there once I was done. Lousie only nodded before going back to help Agnes finish getting ready. 

I stopped in the living room to finish getting ready by putting on my jewelry and slipping on my shoes. Paddy walked by and gave a low whistle, making me blush. He didn’t linger long, however, and joined his wife in the kitchen. 

Soon they were all waiting for me. I could hear Louise commenting on how nice Ciara looked, which made me feel a little nervous knowing she and I were fighting for Paddy’s attention, even if she didn’t know it. When I finally walked in, they were all mid-conversation about something to do with fast fashion; however, when I stepped in, the conversation died. 

Paddy didn’t even hide the way his eyes roamed over my body. 

“You look stunning, my dear.” He said, using a nickname he often used to refer to women around him. 

“Thank you.” I said with a slight warmth in my cheeks. 

“Ye-Yeah, that dress is gorgeous… whe-where’d you get it?” My aunt asked, clearly slightly weary of the interaction between Paddy and me. 

“Back in Italy.” I said simply. “Oh…” Was all she said. 

“Is Ant joining us?” Ben asked, trying to change the conversation. 

However, no one got to answer him as the door opened and a man came in. 

“Hey, Muhj! There he is!” Paddy greeted the man. 

“So, Muhj doesn’t speak the best English, but he’s a great babysitter,” Ciara said to Lousie. 

“Hello.” The man said with a small wave. 

Seeing the realization roll over Louise was almost comical. 

“Oh the- are the kids not coming with us?” Lousie asked. 

“Oh no. Tonight’s without the kids. Didn’t I tell you that?” Ciara asked innocently. 

“Muhj had to flee the war in Syria. His hometown, Homs, was obliterated.” Paddy interjected. 

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” Ben said. 

“Thank you, sir.” Muhj said. 

“Poor bugger, he’s stuck in the asylum system. Can’t officially work.” 

“Don’t worry, he's thoroughly trustworthy.” Ciara added, “Back home he was a teacher. He’s great with kids. The whole neighborhood feels the same… and not just cause he’s cheap.” She joked. 

I laughed along with everyone before Paddy spoke up once again, “And the best part is, if there’s any monkey business, we’ll get him deported.” he teased, “Alright, brother, have a great night.” He said as he turned toward the door. 

Paddy and Ciara walked out as Muhj took Agnes over to where Ant was. I went to follow Paddy, but Louise’s voice stopped me. 

“Are you sure we should leave her here with him?” She asked. 

“We’ve had nannies before, and he was a teacher.” Ben said. 

“I know… maybe Yn should stay here with them too… just in case.” She said. 

Before I got the chance to argue that thought, Paddy stepped in, “Louise, I promise you they’re in great hands. Besides, Yn deserves to go out and not be stuck here with the kids. Right, Yn?” He said, nudging me with his elbow. 

And of course, Louise couldn’t be the one to argue with someone who wasn’t her husband or niece, so she nodded her head in agreement. “Great, let’s get going then.” Paddy said, turning around as we all followed him to the car. 

I should’ve known Paddy’s driving was going to be fun by the way he drove that scooter around in Italy. Although my definition of fun happened to overlap with my aunt’s definition of terrifying, unsettling, and sickening. I, however, was having a blast. Despite the fact that I was cramped between my aunt and uncle in the back seat, between the Def Leppard coming loudly through the speakers and the trees flying past us at an almost alarming speed, I was doing great. 

“You know Def Leppard?” Paddy asked over the music, upon seeing me nodding my head to the music. 

“Hell yeah. I love old rock!” I said back. 

“Old?!” He asked in mock offense, acting like he just got stabbed in the heart, “You wound me, Yn, this was only the 80s!” He said, causing everyone to laugh. 

As we pulled up to the house we were having dinner at, we hit quite a few heavy bumps. The force of which cause me, and by default my tits, to bounce. After the second heavy bump, I caught Paddy’s eye in the rearview mirror. His eyes should’ve been on the road, however, his gaze dropped in the mirror, and I knew he was staring at my breast as we hit another pothole. He quickly met my eyes again and gave me a quick wink before his eyes went back to the road as he pulled up and parked. 

“Damn Paddy, this place is beautiful.” I said as he helped me out of the car. 

“Yep, America’s that way,” He said, nodding out to the water, “Dinner’s that way.” He said nodding over to the house. 

“And the best part is, we’re the only diners tonight.” Paddy said as he began to lead us towards the house. 

We all followed him in and found only a single table. We sat down and prepared ourselves for a wonderful night… hopefully. 

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[zenxvii]

character: go kyung-jun x fem!reader

kdrama: night has come

!!: thoughts are in italics

🫶🏻: childhood friends, protective go kyung-jun, friends to lovers

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y/n had just got out of her room walking around the halls. She wanted to get out of this hellhole as soon as se could, she couldn’t bear to see anymore of her classmates die.

Passing by rooms she knew where se exactly wanted to go. She had walked towards the cafe in the building not knowing all the trouble inside it.

- y/n pov

I had wandered through the halls and got closer to to the cafe. I heard lots of voices from there so I quickened my steps. There was lot of people standing there and in the middle there was Hyun-Ho fighting with Kyung-Jun.

“What the fuck is going on.” I whispered to myself noticing it didn’t catch anyones ears.

Kyung-Jun had roughly pushed Hyun-Ho and he slammed against the wall. “Alright! Isn’t this enough now!” I said strongly and went to push Kyung-Jun away from the other man.

“You stay here.” I told him and went to help Hyun-Ho up. “You okay?” I asked him as I helped him up. He nodded at me and gave me a smile.

I could feel Kyung-Juns burning a hole onto me head, but I didn’t mind it. “I don’t get it. Why do you guys have to fight at a time like this.” I breathed out and shook my head.

“y/n’s right.” Our class president agreed with me. “We should go now.” He continued and mentioned that we should go downstairs and meet everyone in there.

I watched them leave and Kyung-Jun slumped on a chair and kicked the table. I sighed and exited the cafe and went to a girls bathroom to look for a medkit.

Once I returned to the cafe I saw Jin-ha and Seung-Bin also sitting around the table. “You idiots.” I said and their gazes turned to me. I sat on a chair next to Kyung-Jun and gently pulled his chin between my fingers.

“Why do you start fights.” I asked him and started to clean his wounds. He didn’t answer but hissed each time the wound pained him. I just sighed and cleaned his wounds.

After cleaning his wounds I turned to Jin-Ha who was on next chair next to me. “Head this way.” I told him and he turned his head to me. I started to clean his wounds but then someone yanked my hand back.

“He can clean his own wounds.” Kyung-Jun told me but I didn’t listen and yanked my hand back. “Don’t get in my nerves now. I bet you guy started the fight but let me help out a little.” I said and turned my attention back to Jin-ha.

I don’t get why was Kyung-Jun like this. When we were young he wasn’t violent he was kind. I miss the old him who wouldn’t just throw fists around. But I do love this Kyung-Jun, he treats me well. I’ve tried to told him to stop fighting but he still hasn’t, maybe someday.

Kyung-Jun had stayed silent as I cleaned the duo’s wounds. “All done. Now stop doing unnecessary shit like this, you’ll just draw suspicious to your way.” I said and shook my head and the trio just stayed silent not matching my gaze.

“Let’s go then.” I told then and got up. Jin-Ha and Seung-Bin got up as well but Kyung-Jun just sat there. “You two go ahead.” He told them and they just obeyed and left. Leaving me and my cranky boyfriend in the cafe.

“What is-“ “Do you love me?” I started to ask but got cut off by Kyung-Juns question. Do I love him? Of course I do.

“Of course I do. You know it.” I told him snd walked up to him. “It didn’t seem so.” He said and made eye contact. “What do you mean “it didn’t seen so’” I quoted him “Why did you go at Hyun-Ho first when I’m your loved.” He said and that’s when I knew what was up.

“Are you jealous?” I teased him and he sighed. “Of course. That jock freak has liked you for a long time now.” He said face turning into anger. Huhhh?? Hyun-Ho likes me?? Well damn.

“We both know I only love you.” I said and sat down next to him taking his hand onto mine and squeezing it a bit. “I love you.” I told him again.

He gave me s faint smile before standing up and pulling me into a hug. “I’ll make sure we get both out of here. Together.” He reassured me. And I nodded to his chest.

-

Few nights later

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We were at a swimming pool looking around. I felt like it was pointless but I didn’t give up, I believed Yoon-Seo she was one of my best friends.

I was all the way back almost other side of the room and I heard people talking bit then I thought I saw something in the water.

I crouched down and tried to look again, but I couldn’t see anything anymore. Weird. I tried to look around with my hand and putted it in the water moving it around a bit.

Nothing. I started to get up but then felt a strong tug and I was face first in the water. I gasped and water filled my lungs as I tried to swim back to the surface. I got back to the surface and started coughing and saw Kyung-Jun and everyone else running to the side I was on.

“y/n!” He screamed as he reached me and extended his hand. “I’m okay..” I said and tried to grab his hand but then something tugged me again and I was underwater unable to swim back up.

I heard a splash and felt arms wrap around but my vision was blurry. I gasped for air when I was back up and started coughing hard.

I was in Kyung-Juns arms and Jun-Ha pulled me up as Kyung-Jun tried to lift me. I got on the floor still coughing and people gathered around me. Kyung-Jun basically jumped out of water and came to me.

“What happened?!”

“Are you alright!”

I was getting bombed with questions. “I..” I tried to speak but nothing came out. “Shut up!” Kyung-Jun shouted at everyone l. “Leave her be. She needs to rest!” He said and picked me up in a bridal style and started walk away.

“Message the plan then. Now I’m taking care of my woman.” He said and walked away leaving everyone behind.

He took me to a room and wrapped a towel around me. “I thought I was gonna die.” I told him and felt tears starting to form. “But you’re not. I don’t know what happened but from bow on I’ll protect you always.” He said and wrapped his arms around me.

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End🙏🏻

What did tug y/n😨 Could it be the ghost..🥶

[sequinsmile-x]

We Embroidered the Memories - Part 2

When Penelope asks about the flowers, Emily calls him Hotch because she thinks if she says Aaron, she’ll give herself away, that she’ll pull the lid off of the secret she’s been keeping for far longer than she ever intended to. It doesn’t work, because she hears how soft she sounds at the mention of him, how her own voice betrays her as she thinks of the man she loves who has stayed states away at her insistence.

Emily, Aaron and the relationship they've kept secret for a little too long.

Part 2/2

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Hi besties,

I am a little blown away by the love on part one!! Thank you so so much.

I hope you enjoy part 2!

(I am currently trying to tell myself this won't become another version of them I write a series of one shots for)

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: Grief, loss, CME spoilers

Words: 2.8k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron was worried about her. 

She’d always been tactile. He’d been witness to it for years, had experienced it occasionally when she’d reach out and touch him for seemingly no reason, the ghost of the feel of her skin against his lingering much longer than the touch ever had. Since they’d got together whenever they were able to spend time with each other, she’d be all over him. She’d touch him at any given opportunity, making sure she stored up as much of him as she could for when they’d inevitably part again. He did the same - would always have his arm around her shoulder or her waist as he held her close, making up for lost time between visits and for the years they were both too stupid or afraid to let themselves have this. 

This visit was different. 

She sticks to him like glue, pressed up against him at any opportunity, even following him into the shower despite her dislike of what she claimed to be the cold water he showered in, and he knows it’s because she’s reminding herself that he’s still here. She’d even hesitated falling asleep, her cheek against his chest as she talked to him about anything and everything as she desperately tried to stay awake even though she was exhausted. He’d lulled her to sleep eventually, had trailed his fingers up and down her arm as he let her speak to him, her responses to his questions getting slower and sleepier as time ticked on. He kept his arms around her as they both slept, also in need of the reassurance she seemingly didn’t know how to ask him for, and he did the same when she woke up a few hours later from a nightmare. 

He’d held her close, his forehead against hers as he drew her back to him, pulling her from a dream that seemed to be a mix of the past and the present. She’d mumbled against him, had said Foyet’s name and his and Will’s as she curled up against him.  It’s the closest she’d come to falling apart, the closest she’d allowed herself to unravelling, her frayed edges on display for him to see, no matter how much she tried to hide them. 

He was worried, and it’s why, two days after she arrives, when he wakes up with a headache, he tries to keep it from her. When she’d called to tell him that Will was dead, her voice tight like a thread that was about to snap, she told him that he’d complained of a headache - the first and only symptom he had time to mention to JJ - and then collapsed, never to wake up again. Aaron knows thats where her mind will take her, that she’ll panic and fear the worst, and he doesn’t want to do that to her. He wants to protect her, no matter how much she would say she doesn’t need protecting, because all he can think of as he stands in his kitchen and takes some Tylenol are the times he hadn’t been able to keep her safe, all the times he’d failed her ever since they’d met. 

He hears her footsteps in the hallway and puts the Tylenol away in the cabinet closest to him just before she walks into the kitchen. She smiles sleepily at him, looking as beautiful as he’d ever seen her in a t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts. Her hair is piled on her head in a messy bun, and his attention is drawn to the white streak of it that he loves to run his fingers through at any given opportunity. 

“Morning, honey,” she says as she walks over and wraps her arms around him, smiling as she kisses him, “Your bed is so comfy.” 

He hums and kisses her as he pulls her closer, his hand sneaking under the shirt that used to be his. “Do you want breakfast?” 

She nods, “Yes, please,” she kisses him one last time before she steps away. “I’ll make us some coffee.” 

His eyes widen a little as she opens the cabinet where he’d hidden the Tylenol, “No, it’s okay, sweetheart, you sit-”

“Why the hell is the Tylenol in here?” She furrows her brow as she pulls out the small bottle, “This wasn’t here last night,” she says, turning to look at him as she holds it up, “Are you okay?” 

He nods and clears his throat, not entirely sure he believes himself as he replies, “I’m okay. I must have put them there by mistake.” 

She narrows her eyes and steps closer to him, her hand tight around the bottle, “Aaron. What’s going on?” 

He sighs, knowing his attempt to keep his pounding head from her was pointless from the start, and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I woke up with a headache.” 

She sucks in a breath as if she’s been told that he’s been shot, and her shoulders go limp, any fight she’d been storing in them draining away in an instant as she looks him up and down, searching for any injuries or signs that something else was going on.

“You have a headache?” She asks, hating how dry her throat feels, how her first thought is that she doesn’t even know how to get to the hospital from his place. Worst case scenarios wash over her like a wave, and she can’t even tell herself that it’s ridiculous, that it won’t happen, because it happened to Will. She drops the bottle in her hand, doesn’t hear how the lid pops off as it hits the tile, nor does she hear how the pills scatter across the floor. She focuses on him as she cups his cheek, how she feels his sigh skip across her face as she searches his for any evidence that he isn’t okay. “How bad is it? Do you think you need to see a doctor? I don’t know where the hospital is, but I can Google it-”

“Sweetheart,” he says, his voice firmer than it usually would be with her as he cuts over her, desperate to stop the spiral he’d caused. He places his hand over hers on his cheek and links their fingers together. “I’m okay. It’s just a headache.” 

She chokes on a sound he’s never heard her make before, and she collapses in on herself, her chest concaving under the weight of everything she’d felt in the last few weeks. “It wasn’t just a headache for Will.” 

He pulls her closer, anticipating her needs before she does, holding her against his chest as she grips on to him, her short nails sharp even through the material of his shirt, “I’ve got you, Em,” he says, kissing her temple, her hairline, anywhere he can reach, “I’m right here and I’ve got you.” 

He doesn’t know how long they stand there, doesn’t know how long she cries against his chest, but he stands firm, alternating between running a hand up and down her back and whispering words he hopes are comforting against her forehead. It’s only when she calms down a little, when she sucks in a breath that he can tell fills her lungs for the fist time since she’d collapsed against him, that he pulls back just enough to see her face. 

“It’s just a headache, Em,” he says, smiling softly as he wipes tears from her cheeks, “I…I need to get better at wearing my glasses.”

He scrunches his nose up at how he’s said it, cursing himself for not just telling her as soon as she arrived. The glasses were new, and he found himself feeling more self-conscious about them than he thought he should be, sure that they made him look old. 

She frowns at him, “Your glasses?” 

“I started getting headaches, I went to the doctor, who sent me to the optician, and apparently I’m short sighted,” he says. “I picked them up last week.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks, her breathing returning to normal as she tilts her head to look at him, curiosity rather than hurt sparking in her eyes. 

“They make me look old.” He grumbles and she laughs, the sound surprising both of them as it escapes her and she covers her mouth to capture it, shaking her head at herself as she apologises. 

“Honey, we are old,” she says, running her fingers through his hair as she presses her forehead against his, “It’s just a headache.” 

“It’s just a headache,” he confirms, and he kisses the top of her nose, “Sorry, I tried to hide it from you.” 

“That’s okay,” she says, “I understand why you tried.” She smiles at him, “Just do one thing for me, okay?” 

“Anything,” he says earnestly, and it makes her ache, her heart swelling in her chest. 

“Wear your damn glasses.” 

He laughs this time and he nods, “Of course,” he says, kissing her, “You look beautiful by the way, I don’t think I said that yet this morning.��� 

She hums and runs her fingers through his hair again, “How would you know?” She quips, raising her eyebrow at him, her smile soft and entirely his. “Four eyes.” 

___

She’s snuggled up against him on the couch, her head on his shoulder as they watch a movie they’ve both watched a hundred times. She loves the domesticity of it, loves how simple being with him feels, how right. Her joy fades as she remembers it’s only temporary, that this is theirs until she goes back to DC in the morning, and the thought of it washes away anything good that the last few days had done for her. 

She sits up, her shoulders stiff as she wraps her arms around her legs, her thighs against her chest as she sighs, drawing his attention away from the movie. He pauses it a second later, his focus on her as he turns to face her. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, and she doesn’t know how to answer, doesn’t know how to explain that she can’t live the way they have been anymore, that she wants this all the time. But it isn’t that easy - he had a home here, a life he’d built, and she had one back in DC. She swallows thickly and closes her eyes for a moment as she tries to centre herself.

She loved her job. She loved her home. She loved her friends and her life, but she loved him more. Loved what they had and what they could have if they made this work more than anything else. 

“I…I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she says, resting her cheek on her knees as she looks at him. It’s only when she sees the hurt flash in his eyes, when she sees the sharp inhale of preemptive grief that fills his lungs that she realise how what she said had sounded, “Oh no, not us,” she says, scrambling for his hand, wrapping hers so tightly around his she’s unsure if she’s feeling his pulse or her own, “Never us. i just don’t think I want to be a secret anymore. Or live so far apart,” she swallows thickly, the idea she’d had for weeks on the tip of her tongue, “I was thinking. I might leave the BAU.” 

His eyes widen in shock, and he shakes his head, “Em, no, I’d never ask that of you.” 

“You’re not asking,” she says, and she smiles at him, “I’ve never really needed the money, and I’m closer to retirement age than I’d like to admit.” 

“I think you’re fine if Dave is still running around with a badge and gun,” he quips, and then he leans forward to kiss her temple. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” 

He heads to his office and his fingers itch to grab the ring he’d bought months ago, but he knows it’s not the time. Instead, he picks up the paperwork on his desk and walks back to the living room, nervousness he doesn’t quite understand flooding his chest as he hands her the papers. 

“What’s this?” 

“Information from a realtor about how much she thinks I could get for this place,” he says, smiling when she looks at him in shock, “You’re not the only one who knows things have to change,” he reaches out for her hand, “I’m moving back to DC. If you’ll have me.” 

She chokes in a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “Aaron…I could never ask that of you.” 

He smiles at her, the kind of smile she’d fallen in love with long before she cared to admit to herself, and repeats her own words back at her. “You’re not asking.” 

“What about Jack?” 

He shrugs, “He lives closer to DC than he does to here, and last time I spoke to him, he asked me why I haven’t just moved in with you already.” 

She presses her lips together in an attempt to control her smile, to control the hope she feels flaring in her chest. “If you’re sure-”

“I’m more than sure,” he says, squeezing her hand, “I know this is the right thing to do.” 

She nods, choking on a laugh as she leans in to kiss him, her lips pressed against his as she wraps her arms around his neck, smiling when her cheek catches on the rim of his glasses, “You know, it’s pretty presumptive of you to think you can just move in like that.” 

He raises a playful eyebrow at her, “Emily Prentiss, can I move in with you?” 

She nods before he’s even finished the question and kisses him again, “Of course,” she says, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too,” he replies, “So much.” 

She rests her forehead against his and sighs happily, but then her eyes go wide as she pulls back, “You know what this means, don’t you?” 

“What, sweetheart?” 

“We’re going to have to tell the team.”

___

She sighs as she steps into her office and dumps her purse on her desk. She always felt sad when she came home from seeing Aaron, his absence sharper after spending a few days with him, but the cut of it is duller this time, made easier to take because soon he’d be with her all the time. 

He was going to put his house up for sale and move as soon as he could, happy to let the realtor facilitate it for him. They were going to tell the team together, face them as a unit as the inevitable questions came, but Emily wanted to tell JJ separately, to give her a heads up so she could get used to the idea of someone else's happiness while her life as she knew it was crumbling around her. 

Emily blows out a breath and mutters to herself, “Coffee.” 

Before she can even think about the coffee pot in the kitchen, there’s a knock on her office door, and she smiles when she looks up to see Dave standing there. 

“Hi,” she says, smiling at him, “How were things while I was gone?”

“You mean on the Friday that you took off and the weekend when we weren’t scheduled to work?” He quips, “It was fine, the FBI didn’t fall apart without you. How was your long weekend?” 

“It was good,” she replies, purposely keeping her smile in check. “It was what I needed.” 

Dave hums and nods, crossing his arms over his chest, “And how was Aaron?” 

Her mouth falls open before she can stop it, her eyes wide for a moment before she can gather herself, a sound she thinks might be a laugh stuck in her throat, “What?” 

Dave has the audacity to smirk at her, a spark in his eyes she hasn’t seen since before JJ walked out into the waiting room and told them about Will, “Bella, come on, I basically wrote the book on secret relationships,” he says, perching on the edge of her desk. “So. How is he?” 

“He’s…good,” she says, “He’s moving here.” 

“Good,” Dave replies, his smirk turning into a smile, “If it makes you feel better, no one else knows.” 

She sighs in relief. “Good, I’d like it to stay that way until he’s here.”

Dave holds his hands up in mock self defence, “Your secret is safe with me,” he says, winking at her before he nods towards the door, “I’ve kept you from your coffee long enough.” 

She smiles tightly and nods, “Thanks.” 

She’s almost at the door when he says her name, “Emily?” 

She turns to look at him, his arms crossed over his chest and his expression as soft as she’s ever seen it. “Yes?” 

His smile gets wider, “It’s about damn time.” 

She laughs, not even trying to stop it, as she nods again, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, embarrassment colouring her cheeks. “Shut up, Dave.”

[goldenwilliamson]

salty skin | lucy bronze

a/n: this is my first woso anything on here... pls send requests to my ask box if you have any xxx

pairing: lucy bronze x lioness!reader

summary: reader and lucy are in australia for the world cup, pure fluff

word count: 881

Being in Australia for the World Cup was nothing less than a dream come true. Not only were you getting to represent England, but it also meant you and Lucy got to spend some time together. Playing in different Leagues means you spend most of the year apart, so you were both feeling very grateful to be back playing together.

You'd woken up before Lucy did, feeling the incomparable comfort of being held in her arms. Being able to room together was another perk of National Camps. You'd made a promise to yourself that you would go for a swim at sunrise, so you carefully slipped out of Lucy's grasp, instantly missing the warmth of her body.

Slowly and quietly, you made your way around the hotel room, slipping a bikini on under your trackies and puffer and grabbing a spare towel from the bathroom. You grabbed your key card and phone and softly shut the door behind you. The beach was incredibly beautiful, despite it being the middle of Australian winter. It seemed like a few other girls had the same idea as you did, because you bumped into Ella, Alessia, and Lotte as you made your way down onto the sand.

"Up for sunrise?" You asked them.

"Hey!" They all said excitedly, not having spotted you.

"Lucy didn't want to come down?" Lotte asked sweetly.

"No, she was sound asleep, I didn't want to wake her," you explained.

You started unzipping your puffer jacket and pulling off you tracksuit pants, much to the surprise of the three other girls.

"You're not going in are you?" Alessia scoffed.

"Of course I am, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity Less," you smiled as you began to slowly jog down to the shoreline. The water was a bit of a shock to the system, but it felt amazing. A cold plunge was actually what you felt you needed after the gruelling nature of tournament play.

You didn't stay in for too long, just long enough to get used to the temperature, and then you hopped back out. The girls on the sand shook their heads at you as you approached them with a smile on your face.

"It's lovely in there," you told them as you picked up your towel and started drying off.

"You're braver than I am," Tooney said, making you laugh as you pulled your jacket back around your body.

"Alright, I'm gonna go get myself a coffee now," you bid the girls farewell and went back to the hotel. You made two coffees at the coffee machine, anticipating Lucy would be up soon. She was usually the early riser out of the two of you.

And you were right, because as you tried your best to quietly push the hotel room door open Lucy informed you she was awake, "I'm up, don't worry."

"Morning," you smiled at the sight of Lucy tucked into the crisp white bed sheets. She set her phone down on the bedside table as you sat down on the bed, handing her the second coffee.

"You're amazing," Lucy said appreciatively.

"How long have you been awake?" You ask, admiring how soft your girlfriend looks when she's just woken up and her huskier morning voice.

"Since you left," she says.

"Oh, sorry," you apologise, thinking you'd been able to leave without waking her.

"It's alright," she shakes her head, smiling at you. She always takes the piss out of you for how you can tend to apologise for things that you don't need to say sorry for. This usually ends up in you apologising for apologising and Lucy in fits of laughter at your chronic kindness.

"Did you go for a swim?" Lucy asks surprisedly as she reaches out to drag her fingers through your wet hair.

"I did!" You said proudly.

"Was it cold?" She asks.

You nod, "Like an ice bath."

"You're insane," she says.

"Mmm, I am," you hum, leaning in towards Lucy to give her a kiss, "But you love me anyway."

"I do," Lucy says contentedly.

You shiver for a second and Lucy furrows her brows together.

"I'm gonna run a warm shower for you. You'll get sick if you sit here all cold," she tells you, immediately stepping out of bed and going to the bathroom. Your heart swells at the gesture and you follow her to the bathroom, tearing away your jacket and letting it fall on the floor on the way.

You stand there in your trackies and bikini top as Lucy checks the temperature of the water with her hands.

"Thank you," you say appreciatively, never feeling so loved by such a simple act in your life.

Lucy steps towards you, planting a kiss on your forehead in response.

"Huh," she steps back, smirking.

"What?" You ask.

"Your skins all salty, so Australian," she laughs.

"God I need a rinse," you say, stripping away the rest of the clothes.

As you step under the warmth of the water, Lucy rests against vanity, trying to make conversation about the day ahead.

"You'll have to come in here Luce, I can't hear you over the water," you say, a thinly veiled request for something more.

Lucy scoffs, knowing what you're really looking for, "If you insist."

[challenger-fan-club]

Patrick makes Art jealous that he gets to fuck you. ((inspired by @poppy-metal ))

It's smut, it's always Patrick Zweig smut. ((I couldn't stop myself and now Art also touches himself thinking about it.))

"She loves it, I'm telling you, she can't stop begging for me." He smirks at Art, watching him taking a sip of beer. Art is looking at you and he rolls his eyes. He watches you talking to other people at the party. It's not believable. It's not the most reliable source in fairness, Patrick is always exaggerating these kind of stories and Art never believes his bullshit. He watches you take a sip of your drink before watching you straighten your dress. He noticed the skirt of your dress rising up slightly but tried not to linger on it for too long. He snapped his eyes back to Patrick. "Cmon Pat, I don't want to know." He shrugged his shoulders and took another sip. Patrick couldn't help but smirk. "I know you do. I'm telling you, the sex is so fucking good, I'll let her fuck me with a racket." Art laughs a little and rolled his eyes at him. He watched you. For Art, you looked angelic, sweet, innocent. Patrick looks at you differently. He looks at you like he's ready to devour you. And you knew he could.

You looked at Patrick and bit your lip a little. Knowing what he can do, knowing what you do together. Art hit Patrick. "Cmon, she's not like that, look at her, shes sweet." Patrick screwed up his face. "oh no she's not. She's such a little whore, it's not just the quiet ones." He smiled thinking about you. Art scoffs at Patricks words. "You're so full of shit." Art hit his stomach again. "You need me to prove it Art?" He was pulling out his phone out his pocket. Art took another few sips of his drink and takes a seat and Patrick sits a little bit closer to him.

Art heard moans coming from Patricks phone as he offers it to him. a host of "fuck, oh god, Patrick, please, harder." Arts eyes are fixated on the phone. He sees you on your back, fully naked, your tits bouncing up and down. Art then sees that Patrick is inside you, he stops himself from actually moaning at the sight. He can't believe that Patricks showing this. He sees Patrick smack your face, moan and beg for more. He hears Patrick say "Calm down, I'll let you cum when I'm ready." The volume is low but he can hear all of the moans, all of the begging. Patrick telling you to take it and tell him how good he feels. Art feels like he has been staring at the screen for hours. They're in public, he shouldn't be seeing this. He knows that this isn't what he should be looking at, he definitely knows that he listening to. He feels sick watching this but he doesn't look away. The screen is pulled away from him, his mouth still slightly open. "Told ya." Patrick smiles watching Arts face all flush. He knows it got Art all worked up. He can't wait to tell you. Art can't speak. He can't even look at Patrick right now, knowing how hard he is after seeing the sight of the two of you. Patrick notices his shift, trying to readjust. "Need another drink?" He smiled as Art shook his head. Patrick walked away and put an Art around you, asking if you need another drink. Art quietly panting trying to calm himself down as quickly as he can. Art watched as Patrick kissed you, running his hands over your back and grabbing your ass a little, making your dress rise again. Art stops himself again for moaning and tries to keep himself from getting worked up again.

Patrick gets a drink and returns to you. "You good man?" He hits Arts arms a little. "yeaah, yeah, it's just getting late." Art is already making excuses. He needs to go home. Patrick knows Art too well, he knows hes still thinking about the video, he knows he wants to go touch himself watching the video. Patrick toys with the idea of sending it to him, to really torture him but he knows you wouldn't really want that. It makes it so much hotter for Patrick knowing how much Art wants you, that he gets to win over and over again. "yeah, well thanks for coming." He smiles and holds back his smirk. Patrick cannot wait to tell you everything, as soon as he gets into the bedroom.

Art leaves as quickly as he can, swipes his card to his hotel and lays on the bed. He lays back and he sighs on the bed. He was finally alone. He unzipped himself and slipped his hand in his underwear. He groaned as he finally relieved the ache since he saw the video. With each slow stroke, it released the painful ache as the images of the video flashed in his mind. He relived every single moan and swear that left you and Patricks mouth. He was so worked up, he wimpered and pleasure filled him. He wished he was there in that moment, he wished he was sharing you, or sharing him or even just being in the room, watching the two of you, would be enough for Art, he just needed it. His body was shaking now as he crawled towards an orgasm. He had to bite his lip to stop him groaning. He pulled his t-shirt up as he edged towards a climax. His mind flashed back to when he heard Patrick say 'I'll let you cum when I'm ready' and he groaned. It was too much for himself as he spilled all over his own stomach. He was panting and grunting as the frustration left his body. He's more desperate for you now more than ever.

[rekino2114]

"Together forever"

Pairing:Mary (ib) x male reader

A/n: So like 99% of you are probably thinking "who the hell is Mary and why are you writing for her?" And it's because lately I've been asking myself what other fandom I like and can write for and the answer is....old rpg maker horror games apparently. Also i got very VERY inspired by a couple of fics I saw of Mary of basically this exact same scenario so I decided to do one myself. I actually started writing this for myself but decided to publish it cause I liked it, I dunno if i'll keep writing for ib. Let me know if you want me to

also i just realized I named this fic exactly the same as that bad ending where Garry dies and ib and Mary become sisters but that has nothing to do with this and is just a funny coincidence and result of my complete inability to come up with fic titles

Also also I am so mad I couldn't find actual yellow roses dividers, I found red and blue ones so why not yellow?

[Heavy spoilers for ib)

The main plot twist of the game gets spoiled in literally the first sentence of the fic

She wasn't real. You still couldn't believe that that was what Garry told you once you reunited.

Mary was a painting, a work of art created by the artist who this bizarre world was named after, much like all the other ones who had tried to kill you

........no Mary couldn't be like them, she smiled so brightly as she spoke to you and ib and she seemed so determined to get out.... even if you had known each other for not that much time you could easily say you had developed a bond with her.....a bond of friendship......or maybe even something more

So the idea that it was all fake, that you had created this bond with a fake human with a painting that was just using you as an exchange to get out......you refused to believe that

"Y/n, Garry Is everything OK? Me and ib were about to-"

You saw Mary peek out of the corner, and you panicked. At the start, she seemed calm like normal, but as soon as her eyes lowered she saw the book that Garry had shown you, the one that contained her secret and her eyes widened

"A-ah Mary w-we were just-"

She didn't let Garry finish as she started moving menacingly before taking out something from her pockets......a palette knife

"Y/n.......I really didn't want you to find out.... especially like this......but I guess I can make this work"

She quickly sprinted towards Garry with her knife pointed at him but you managed to get in front of him and stop Mary grabbing her hands

"......y-y/n.....what are you doing?"

She surprisingly stepped back and looked at you with shock making one thing clear.....she didn't want to hurt you

"Y/n......if we just leave Garry here we can leave together.....you,me and ib we can all stay together in the real world"

"......no"

".....what?"

"I'm not leaving Garry here, I can't just kill an innocent guy like him because I want to leave, that would be so selfish"

".............b-but you promised me......you promised you'd help me leave......"

"............"

Either the book was wrong or this was the most realistic painting ever made, because you could see it in her face........Mary was genuinely sad.....she was heartbroken and you couldn't deny that seeing that broke your heart too

".......n-no.....not again.....I refuse....TO BE LEFT ALONE AGAIN!"

With that outburst Mary broke free from your grasp and pointed the knife.....still at garry

"we're leaving I don't care what you say"

She jumped and tried to stab Garry again, but just like before, you got in the way only this time......Mary had already aimed, and her knife found its way in your side as a few petals fell off from your f/c (favorite color) rose and Mary's eyes widened

".....y-y/n!"

She pulled her knife out of the wound hoping it would do something but panicked even more as she saw the blood flowing from your side

"A-ah d-dammit"

Garry panicked and placed you on his shoulders as he started running incredibly fast grabbing Ib's hand on the way and literally dragging her away

After a lot of running and explanations, you ib and Garry resumed your search for an exit......this time without mary

Garry had used a bit of his jacket to patch up your wound and so you were relatively fine to continue

You walked and walked across the world of guertena, solving numerous puzzles and escaping death by dolls and paintings even more times, Mary didn't show up again and even if part of you was glad as she would have probably tried to kill Garry again if she was there, but the smallest bit of your heart still felt bad......you don't know if it was for her or for you but something told you it was a bit of both

You eventually ended up in a place that looked similar to a painting in the gallery, if your memory was right it was called "fabricated world"

"W-wait this painting......doesn't it look weirded than the others"

".............."

"You're right........do you think it's the exit?"

"Y-you mean we'll get out of here if we jump in it"

"M-maybe"

Right after that you saw that the edge of the painting was starting to fade, probably some kind of time limit

"A-ah i-i think it's telling us we need to hurry up"

"Y-yeah"

Just as Garry was about to jump you heard footsteps coming from your right, you turned to see......Mary still holding the palette knife

"M-mary!?"

"I'M NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME!"

That sentence along with the desperation etched on her face broke your heart even more. You expected her to try to stab Garry again but she didn't.....she just stood there almost like she was waiting for something... or someone

"..........y/n......ib......you'd really....choose him over me.......i-i though we were best friends....y/n....you promised"

Tears started flowing from her eyes as she dropped to her knees, causing the knife to drop as well while she was crying in her hands. Seeing her like this, it made you feel so bad for her. It made you question if she even was a painting, because how could a painting be so sad? how could it cry real tears and express so much emotion?

Your body moved almost on its own, Garry's and ib's eyes widened as you git closer to Mary and embraced her, the blonde girl yelped before hugging you back and crying even more in your chest

"Y-y/n......w-what are you-"

"Shhh Mary, it's alright.....I'm here with you...and.......I'm not leaving"

"H-huh?"

".....y/n?"

That hug confirmed it, Mary was warm. Even as she was crying, you could still feel that warmth that had drawn you to her, even if she was a painting, a fake fabricated person she was still just as warm as a real person just like her smile was.....you wanted nothing more than to see that warm smile again

"....y-y/n what are you talking about?"

"I'm staying here, in this world, with you"

"W-what? B-but you can go home now"

"..........Mary, ever since we met, I felt myself connect with you more than anyone else, I don't know why you just.....clicked with me, seeing you smile made me so happy and now....I want nothing more than to see you smile"

Mary's blue eyes gazed up at you with a mix of confusion and desperation, she wanted to believe you, she really did, but the idea of someone leaving their opportunity to escape to stay with her in this world felt so foreign to her, after all she herself had been trying to escape for so long

".....y-you're lying aren't you!? You're just playing with my feelings and you'll escape any moment now.....you don't actually care about me do you?"

".....no Mary, I'm telling the truth, and I'm saying all of this.....because I love you"

Mary's eyes widened even more at that word.....she hadn't felt loved in so long ever since her father abandoned her, but for some reason....staying with you in this hug... it made her heart beat faster....she felt loved again

"I know it's hard to believe me so.....I hope this at least helps to convince you"

You dug into your pocket and handed her your f/c rose, your life.....literally

"If I ever lie to you, or betray you in any way, then feel free to play he loves me, he loves me not with this"

".....h-huh?"

Mary grabbed the rose and looked at it confused, she couldn't help but admire how beautiful it looked.....just like you

"I trust you Mary, and I want you to trust me yoo so what's a better way to show you that than to literally give you my lifeline"

"..............."

With that action any doubts Mary had disappeared, you were willing to literally put your life in her hands all to prove your love and trust in her......it all felt....nice

"......are you really......going to stay with me here.....forever?.....do you.....promise?"

"Yes, I'm never going to leave you, ever, I can't imagine how lonely you've been out here, and I understand why you acted like this......you just wanted to get out....to become real....I know this isn't going to be the same, but I hope staying with me will make you at least a bit happier"

Marie hugged you again, she was still crying but now a beautiful smile was on her face

"Thank you, thank you so much"

After a few more minutes spent comforting Mary, you and her got up and held hands standing in front of ib and Garry

"H-huh dude are you sure you wanna stay here? You're.....not gonna be able to come back"

"I don't mind, as long as I stay with Mary..... then I'll be fine"

"....I...I see, it was....really nice meeting you and.....I wish you both the best of luck"

"Thanks"

Mary looked awkwardly at the ground before raising her gaze to meet Garry's

"Hey Garry.....I'm sorry for trying to stab you.....multiple times....i-i was just scared of being alone again"

"O-oh no don't worry it's huh....fine I guess"

You two smiled at him and then moved to ib, just as Mary was about to speak to her, she brought both of you in a hug

"Y/n.........Mary......I'll miss you"

Both of you were surprised by this as this was the most emotion you had seen the apathetic girl show but you were happy to see she was actually going to miss you, just as you were going to miss her

"Hey ib.....so........are we still best friends?"

Mary looked into ib's eyes a bit nervous of her answer and even if it was spoken with her normal emotionless tone, ib's next sentence warmed Mary's heart and put her mind at ease

".....yes.....forever"

When you broke the hug you and Mary still stood hand in hand in front of them and waved as Garry entered the painting and ib looked back before doing the same

When you were sure they were both gone you turned to look at Mary and were very happy to see that she was smiling

"So do you mind giving me a tour to my new world? Possibly without the puzzles"

She giggled and squeezed your hand even tighter

"Of course, I can't wait to introduce you to all the dolls, and then we can have tea parties and dance together and so much more"

"I'm glad you're excited"

"Of course I am, now I finally have someone to stay together with and.....I'm really glad it's you"

"Me too"

Mary started dragging you across the room as you giggled and laughed together

[Epilogue]

After Ib and Garry found themselves in the real world again, they figured out that for some reason, the universe had made them siblings after they came out of the world of guertena but they accepted this happily

Before their mother could call them back they decided to give the gallery one last look and ib quickly found a painting that drew her attention

".....Garry.....look...."

It was a painting of a young girl, she was blonde and had blue eyes and green dress, she was smiling walking through a flower field, in one hand she had a f/c rose and the other hand was being held by another figure. A boy the same age as the girl, he had h/c (hair color) hair and e/c (eye color) eyes, in his hand he had a simple but beautiful yellow rose and he was also running through the field looking just as happy as the girl. The painting was titled "together forever"

"........I'll miss them"

"....me too, but I'm sure they're happy together"

[stillintoeddie]

HUNG UP | carlos sainz x original female character

social media/real life/messages fic

part 1/6

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gbrlle44: pov i’m ur dads favourite

liked by: baileyphillips, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and 35,260 others.

baileyphillips: you actually are

user1: GIRL

user2: who actually is that

maxverstappen1: pov i’m the dad

user3: LMAO MAX

gbrlle44: maxverstappen1 u are but a different kind 😜

user4: WHAT IS GOING ON

user5: guys she’s a photographer for f1 and a childhood friend of max liked by creator

dailynews: 👀

gbrlle44: dailynews now you fuck off

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gabriela’s phone buzzed as she saw max’s name pop up on screen.

‘yes dad?’ she said jokingly.

‘up for a party?’ max asked enthusiastically. ‘bailey just called me and told me to call you.’

‘what kind of party? i’m in the sauna so i might need a few minutes to freshen up.’

‘the party starts at 7pm, you’ve got half an hour. i’ll pick you up in 20.’ she barely heard his voice, sounded like he was driving.

‘are you driving right now?’

‘i’m out with charles, we’re driving go-karts!’ he yelled because he couldn’t hear properly through his helmet.

‘okay, i’ll be ready in 40 minutes. don’t be late. love you bye.’ she said and hung up.

‘twenty minu-‘ he tried to say but she already hung up. ‘40 minutes it is then.’

‘who the hell invites someone and especially a woman to a party and tells her she has only 20 minutes to get ready?!’ gabriela sighed to herself and started getting ready.

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dailynews: gabriela herrera and max verstappen spotted looking very happy entering a party together. we noticed a few intimate looks and touches along with it. is this finally the moment they announce their relationship?

gabriela walked out of the room before anyone could even notice. but she could never escape the eyes of max verstappen, who media mistaken with her boyfriend, who actually is non existent. at this moment.

max and gabriela met at the park in london when they were both kids. even though max was 2 years older, they never really noticed or felt the difference.

‘we weren’t even touching hands or anything! what do they mean by saying intimate?!’

‘don’t let them provoke you’ max said as he approached her. ‘you know they just like to make assumptions and piss people off.’

‘i do know that max! but it gets annoying, don’t you think?’ she snapped at him, but regretted it in a second, ‘sorry i didn’t mean to snap at you like that.’

she walked up to him and he just pulled her closer to him, he knows how she gets when she’s overwhelmed. ‘i know don’t worry.’

they were often mistaken as a couple, but they got used to it and it never really bothered them as much because there were never any deeper feelings on any side.

‘maybe if i got myself some boyfriend around they would stop.’ she said, max��s muscles tensed.

or were there?

‘yeah,’ he muttered under the breath. ‘i don’t think they will ever stop as long as it gives them something to write about.’

they stayed in that position for a few more minutes. they always comforted each other that way, for some that’s intimate but for them it’s what got them through childhood. gabriela’s father wasn’t exactly the best example of a dad out there, and neither wasn’t max’s.

‘we should go back inside,’ max said after a moment of silence. ‘there’s someone i think you should talk to.’

gabriela looked at max with confusion. ‘i love you max, but i don’t want to talk to your cousin ever again. he might be a therapist but he’s also quite annoying. no offence.’

max rolled his eyes as he laughed, ‘i’m not talking about him, although i think you should see your therapist again. its been a while.’

‘are you saying i’m nuts?’ she looked at him as he pushed her inside.

‘this too, but not at the moment.’

~~~ authors notes ~~~

hi, this is just an introduction chapter. i know it’s boring but i think you should get a chance to get to know it a little bit before the series starts to 🌶️

if you know what i mean

i will be posting next part right after that.

i don’t know how many parts there will be but i feel pretty good about it at the moment so i can assure everyone it will be a lot of fun.

[izzyyaps2much]

Chapter One - The One Who Stayed

It's strange how distance can make two people strangers, even when we share the same blood.

I look out at the driveway, my rain-streaked window blurring the faces I see below. I found a lot of things peculiar in this place. For one, it was weird that it was always raining in Forks. It used to make traveling to my old school extremely difficult. Especially since it used to be an hour away from here. I also found it odd that Mom preferred that I not go to Forks High growing up and really fought hard to place me into a private school, even though it meant being farther away from Dad during the day. 

Another thing I found unusual was how she dropped Bella off so easily. I mean how selfish can you be? Dropping off your daughter so you can go chase a new life with your new man? But then again, she'd always been like that. Even back then...

Mom was rushing to the car while I held Bella in my arms. She was crying, bawling in tears. "Shhh.. don't worry Bells.. Just put your hands on your ears... like this.." I smiled, holding back tears, gently guiding her hands to muffle our parents' screaming.

"Renee, don't do this.. I- I'll do better I promise.." I could hear Dad plead while Mom threw our things in the back of the open trunk. I tried not to listen. I couldn't do much back then anyways.

When she went to take Bella's hand, I stood up and instinctively pulled her closer to me.

"I'll, um... I'll take her," I said, noticing the red mark on Bella's wrist from Mom's grip. I walked her to the car myself, trying to reassure her.

"Don't worry.. Everything's gonna be fine.." I said it with a straight face, trying to be strong for her. She was only a year younger than me, but I'd basically raised her myself thanks to Mom. I wanted to tell her the truth. But I wished the truth was much sweeter than it actually is... Who knew life would be this cruel?

I glanced back at Mom and Dad. Something she said must've really hit him. Mom told us to get inside while she turned the car on, and Bella followed without hesitation. I could see it in his eyes. The despair, the shock. He looked broken. He stayed quiet and stopped fighting. That's when I found myself standing still. I couldn't move my feet. Not even when Mom screamed for me to get in. I was meant to leave with Mom, but something in Dad's eyes made me choose to stay. I couldn't. I couldn't just leave Dad behind like that...

I looked at Bella one last time. Her hand was on the window, waiting for me to come in and yet I closed my fists and stared at Mom. "I'll stay, Mom..." I said, nodding. "Take care of Bella for me, will you?" I asked. No, not asked. I told her to.

Mom only stared for a second before taking a breath and nodding her head as if she knew deep down I was always closer to Dad. What she didn't expect was for me to stay behind, leaving Bella in her care. That day was when everything changed. We went from singing along to the radio during sunny days, to just me and Dad. 

It wasn't all that bad. Dad was always there. He didn't hover much though. He kind of just gave me my space but was always there when I needed him. And as for Bella... Well, I tried keeping in contact with her after that but it was hard... I sent her letters and images, but after a while, she just stopped responding. Maybe they moved. Maybe Mom just tossed the letters. Who knows?

"Honey! Why don't you come say hi to your mom?" I could hear Dad yell for me from downstairs.

And now they're back. Well, not Mom. But at least Bella's back. I placed my book down and stepped down the stairs, each step echoing like a heartbeat. I had to keep it together. It's been a while since I've seen Bella.. I wouldn't want to create problems this soon.. 

She just came back. We just got her back.

As I stepped down, I finally saw her. She looked so much older. I laughed a little to myself—well, obviously she did. It's been years. Still, she looked different. More closed off. Headphones in and a few awkward smiles. I gave her a smile back, but I knew it would take more than that to bring back the bond we once had.

Mom came in for a hug, and I politely shrugged her off, giving her a tight-lipped smile before turning to Bella. "Need help with your bags?"

Dad yelled from outside that he'd get them. "I got it!" and for a second, I smiled. He sounded so happy to have her back. There was a glisten of hope in his eyes, a giddy excitement behind the tone of his voice. 

I'm glad to see him like that.

It was awkward between me and Mom though. Maybe a part of her knew I resented her for leaving but a part of her tried to act as if I didn't.

"Hey, uh... Dawn?" Bella asked, halfway up the stairs. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

Crap. I forgot the new bed hadn't arrived yet. The house was too small for an extra bedroom, and honestly, no one ever expected to need one. She'd have to stay in my room. Our room.

"I—I'll take you," I said, voice cracking a bit. Why did it feel this awkward? She's my sister.

We went upstairs, and I tried to smooth it over. "So... Dad ordered a new bed, but since it hasn't arrived yet, you can take mine. I don't mind. I'll—"

"No, uh—it's fine," she cut in, clearly uncomfortable. "I can... I don't have to sleep on your bed." She stuttered. 

She probably thought of sleeping on the couch or something. I chuckled. As if I'd ever let that happen. She looked confused, and that's when it hit me. She hadn't really changed. That sweet, shy girl I used to play tag with around the house was still there.

"Bella, don't worry about it," I smiled. "There's an extra mattress. I can take the floor. It's really fine."

"Yeah, but it's—" She raised her concern. She was probably worried for me. How cute.

"Don't worry," I cut her off. "It's just for a few days. Besides, didn't you always love being on the top bunk?" I smiled, remembering the old bunk bed we used to have.

She nodded, knowing whatever protests she may have, I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

The rest of the night went surprisingly well. It took a little time to open up again, but something about being in that room made the years melt away.

"No! No way!" she gasped, eyes wide, grinning.

"Yes way! Jacob so had a crush on you when we were little," I said, thinking about that one kid we used to make mud pies with.

"No! Billy Black's kid?? He did not."

"I'm telling you. He did!"

We burst out laughing after that. It was times like this that I missed with Bells... I just hope it continues on like this..

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I hope you guys enjoy this little Twilight fanfic ^^ And yes this is gonna be a story about Jasper Hale and Bella Swan's sister, Dawn Swan. This is sort of like an AU, where the plot sort of derails a bit. So I hope no one minds that. For more chapters, check out the link-it leads you to the wattpad book <33

I hope you guys enjoy!! MWUAH!!! 

[mischiefmaker615]

Lasso of Truth

Summary: What happens when Loki and Wonder Woman meet?

Rating: PG14

ART by @lokidanger and had given me inspiration on this lil piece :D idk my brain gets triggered to write at times Lol Thank you so much for letting me use your art as inspiration!! your work is truly incredible and i highly recommend everyone to go check it out!

Diana’s foot dug deeper into Loki’s chest, forcing out a grunt he tried holding back while his back pressed deeper into the ground. At least she was panting- not to say he hadn’t gotten a few shots in as well but at least they both seemed equally worn out, making him feel less bothered to have lost.

‘’I ask again stranger,’’ she demanded and tightened her grip around her end of the lasso and leaned down to glare at him. ‘’what are you doing outside the tower?”

Loki narrowed his eyes up at her, tensing his arms to subtly keep trying to break the lasso’s hold but it apparently seemed to have the strength of the gods where it didn’t even loosen. ‘’I already told you darling, no need to waste my time further on repeating myself.’’ He said just as sharply.

He was in a bad mood already, the tower having been left empty with no ‘babysitter’ in sight, along with food. It got to the point where the hunger forced his hand to break house arrest in order to seek out his own sustenance. Little did he know, the Hero’s team expanded to apparently new members and after quite an impressive battle he hadn’t enjoyed in centuries, found himself now on central park’s grounds with dirt settling amongst them.

‘’it’s useless to lie to me, answer the lasso with truth!” she snapped and pulled it, Loki feeling his wrists get impossibly closer together while a wave of.. something seemed to control his mouth without a second thought to stop himself.

‘’I wish to seek out sustenance because I had been left with nothing and no one to have handled it for me.’’ No sooner did he finish his sentence, he felt like he had to spit the feeling out of his mouth that seemed to have betrayed him and answered her. glaring up at the woman in nothing less than practically a one-piece bathing suit, he leaned forward a bit against her foot at his chest. ‘’mind letting me up now?”

‘’I know of you. I’m escorting you back myself.’’ She snapped and finally took a step back to hull him up by the lasso and took one of his hands to guide him.

‘’the very least you could do is have me walk behind you.’’ Loki snorted while they began walking down the path and around some of the trees that had been knocked down by them not to long ago.

Diana furrowed her brows as she glanced at him. ‘’so you could stab me when I’m not looking?” she asked sarcastically.

‘’in a way.’’ Loki smirked, his charms never failing to take an opportunity while his eyes slowly fell down to her exposed cleavage. ‘’you can’t tell me you haven’t thought it too.’’

Diana narrowed her eyes at him, clearly uninterested in talking to him in general but seemed to ask anyway. ‘’what are you talking about?”

Loki then stopped walking and although she had a grip on him, stopped as well to face him. his eyes seemed to roam her body, his expression more of appreciation than lust, though she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that’s what she saw also in his eyes and she opened her mouth to speak before he cut her off.

‘’oh come now my wonderous woman,’’ he smirked. ‘’I know you’ve longed to finally be intimate with someone who doesn’t break in a mere second, and perhaps to be with someone who could merely try to break you.’’

Diana’s eyes widened and she immediately slapped his cheek, his head hardly turning to the side while his eyes moved back to hers with an even wider grin.

“Are you indicating on how you like it?”

‘’you watch that tongue trickster, or you will not be given a mercy understanding when you are returned.’’ She warned and snatched his arm, practically dragging him to just get back to the tower while he chuckled.

‘’you haven’t quite answered my question darling, dare I say have I actually reddened your cheeks?” he challenged, noticing the way she was blushing and not entirely out of embarrassment with his lewd talk.

‘’you are disgusting..’’

‘’perhaps, or perhaps that is just how you’ve come to see men. Yet do realize love, that I am a god. Closer to like you than you think, and do not associate myself to the vermin of this world that disregard women like yesterday’s rubbish.’’

She glared over at him. ‘’what comes out of your mouth his vile.’’

‘’what comes out of my mouth is truth,’’ he smirked and looked down at his wrists before looking back at her. ‘’just like you wanted.’’

She clenched her teeth, debating silently to remove it to stop him from saying such things.. but something told her he’d be saying them anyway and continued her way down with him in silence. He seemed quite smug with himself, having some sort of idea that he had won something, despite him being the one tied up. Eventually when they had the tower in sight before them, he broke the silence.

‘’am I a liar?”

Diana sighed, clearly annoyed with the silence being broken and glanced at him. ‘’of course you are.’’

‘’well yes darling, I am aware of that. But is what I have said so far lies?” he asked gently, no mockery in his voice while he looked at her with such an unreadable expression.

She sighed heavily, debating whether to talk to him at all while they crossed the street and she used the moving cars as a distraction to look literally anywhere but him. after biting her lip, she prayed he wouldn’t hear.

‘’no.’’

His chuckle drew her attention and he raised a brow in amusement at her. ‘’I figured as much darling.’’ his eyes then dropped down and she followed his gaze to see his hands extended out just enough to have a bit of the lasso around one of her own wrists and he immediately shoved him away with a glare.

‘’be sure I do not catch you outside again.’’ She threatened and untied his wrists right outside the doors.

‘’by all means, you know where I’ll be.’’ He smirked and pushed the door open for himself and looked over his shoulder seductively.

‘’after all, I’m still hungry.’’

Tag List: @foxherder13 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @fire-in-her-veinz @nervouseden @kathren1sky-blog @eleniblue @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @queenofstarsign85 @slytherinqueen4life @soulpiercing @westwindrhapsody @lulubelle814

[ist4rgirlo]

─── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐈𝐕

Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: fighting, angst, yelling, accusations, swearing, crying, panic attack. JUST MOSTLY ANGST (lmk if i missed anything!)

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It was the morning after the movie night. I woke up and realized that I wasn’t in my own bedroom, I was in Conrads. He might’ve carried me up here instead of my room. I tried to wake myself up so that I can get out of this room immediately.

I got out of the covers looking at the clock — it was already 11 in the morning so I went on and immediately walked to the door but as I open it I saw Belly — she was outside of Conrad’s room waiting — probably didn’t know that he was gone. She was surprised — shocked, betrayed seeing me there.

She looked at me, her brows furrowed. She chuckled sarcastically and scoffed, “Wow Y/N. Goodmorning to you, too.” she said, turning her back on me — running towards the stairs.

I panicked, she must’ve thought wrong “It’s not what it looks like Bells!” I yelled at her, trying to catch up to her. I messed up. I shouldn’t have let myself sleep on Conrad.

“Yeah?! that’s what they always say! You came out of Conrad’s room, Y/N!” Belly turned to me, she was at the end of the stairs — I saw Steven come in the view “Why were you in Conrad’s room? and where the fuck is Conrad?” Steven asked, looking at me — confused too.

I understand that she’s hurt, she probably felt betrayed. “I was in Conrad’s room but nothing happened! It’s not like that, will you just let me explain?!” I told Belly — walking down the stairs — we were in the living room now. She probably thought that I was a traitor. “You guys, why are you yelling? what is happening?” Mom asked, Susannah right behind her — her face filled with worry.

“I saw Y/N come out of Conrad’s room” Belly said looking down at her feet, crossing her arms. Jeremiah came into the view — walking towards me, standing by my side. “What do you mean you came out of his room? why were you there Y/N?” Mom looked at me, her brows furrowed.

“I woke up then I was just there, he might’ve carried me last night or something. I swear nothing else happened, Mom.” I told them, my face was still filled with worry. “Bullshit!” Belly yelled at me — she walked towards me and looked at me in the eyes.

“Belly, don’t scream at your sister like that!” Mom said, walking towards Belly — pulling her away from me before anything bad happens. I felt Susannah come up behind me — she held my hand guiding me away from Belly. “You know you could’ve just told me that you like Conrad. I can’t believe you Y/N, after me and Conrad kissed this is what you’re going to do? You know how much I like him!” Belly yelled again — still caught up on her emotions.

Steven was surprised, even Jeremiah “You and Conrad kissed? Since when?” Steven asked Belly, Belly looked at him — probably shocked about what she said, she didn’t mean to just blurt it all out. Her emotions took over her.

“On our date, we went to the beach after and that’s when we kissed” Belly looked at all of us, “So are you guys together?” Mom asked, smiling. It’s crazy how the mood just changed like that — like she wasn’t about to kill me earlier.

Belly smiled — trying to contain her giggle. “I guess so? Yeah?” Mom hugged her and said that it was great, Steven also smiled at her. “That’s good news, Bells. Just to clear everything, I don’t like Conrad. He’s all yours.” I told Belly, smiling at her gently. Not wanting to ruin this precious moment that they are having — I turned my back to them and walked towards the kitchen.

I acted like nothing happened — I sat down to eat my breakfast, I heard Susannah ask me “Hey, are you okay?” She said, she went beside me and rubbed my back. “Yeah, I’m happy for Belly. I’m glad that her and Conrad are together. I’m okay, Susannah.” I looked at her with a smile. She looked at me, her eyes filled with worry. “Are you happy because you’re happy or are you happy because your siblings are happy?”

I ask myself the same thing — am I truly happy because I am happy or am I just putting up a front for my siblings, for my mom. I really don’t know.

I looked at Susannah, I started to tear up. “I don’t know, Susannah. I don’t know If I am happy at all, whatever i’m doing is hurting me.” Susannah looked me, she put her hand on my cheek — caressing it. “Oh my special girl. Come here” she pulled me closer and hugged me.

“Thank you for always being here for me Susannah”

“Ofcourse, you’re my special girl” She smiled, her eyes gleamed.

“Promise me you won’t ever leave me” I looked up to her, smiling.

There was silence, it wasn’t an easy question to answer but still she said, “I’ll be by your side, forever. I promise” Susannah hugged me tighter.

I know that the future might do otherwise, thats what the fate is. Right now, I just want to enjoy and cherish my moments with Susannah. Cherish the moment of me being her special girl.

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I was in the living room with Steven, we were playing a game that he pushed me to play because Conrad and Jeremiah wasn’t here so he made me play it with him.

“NOT THERE! there there there, NOOOO GO RIGHT, okay now go left” Steven yelled at me, determined to win. “OH MY FUCKING GOD, SHUT UP STEVEN! you’re stressing me out” I yelled back at him.

After awhile, we had a few rounds and there and then we tied. While Steven was in the kitchen getting some snacks for the both of us — I saw Laurel walking towards me, sitting beside me.

“So, what was that earlier?” Laurel asked — not looking at me, just looking at the screen. “What was what?” I asked, confused.

Laurel looked at me then turned to me. “That thing with Conrad, why were you in his room?”, I looked at her with my brow furrowed, “Mom I was just sleeping there. Remember last night? we were watching a movie? He probably went and carried me up to his room. That’s all, nothing else.” I explained to her.

“You know that him and Belly got something on right? they’re together now.”

“I know that, Mom”

“Then why did you sleep in his room? did something happen to you guys? you know you can tell me everythi-.”

“Mom! I just told you, nothing happened. I thought this conversation was over!” I groaned — she didn’t believe me, it’s like she wasn’t even listening to what I just said. Why was she acussing me of something I didn’t do? she knows that I can’t do this to Belly, I would never.

Mom turned herself away from me, leaning on the couch, “I don’t know why you’re acting so selfish right now. You know how much Belly likes Conrad. So please, don’t take this away from her” she said, crossing her arms.

My brows furrowed, shocked from what she just said, “Selfish? what do you mean selfish? how am I selfish when all I did was sleep in Conrad’s room? that wasn’t even my choice Mom! and I am not taking anything from her! She can have Conrad as much as she wants, I don’t fucking care!”

I yelled at her, frustrated. I didn’t even notice that I was already crying — I would never take anything away from my siblings, I care for them too much to do that.

“Don’t yell at me like that, Y/N. I am still your mother! I’m only saying this because I am worried about you and your sister. I don’t want you guys to fight about this! ” My mom yelled — hurt about how I answered her.

I scoffed, sure she was worried “Well I am sorry mom but… y-you’re hurting me right now. I can’t believe that you just called me selfish, after everything I’ve done? I-I’m sorry, this is too much for me.” I told her, I stood up from the couch then walked towards the door, as I was walking I saw Steven standing there in the kitchen looking at me, I looked back.

As he was about to walk towards me, I shook my head no then continued to walk out of the door. “God mom, you didn’t have to be so harsh to her. She’s going throught a lot of things too you know. She didn’t do anything wrong, you know yourself that she can’t do that to Belly.” Steven said.

“Steven stay out of this.”

“Well I’m sorry but they’re my sisters too, I care about them so I wont stay out of this.” Steven told my mom — mom just looked at him then stood up from the couch and then went back upstairs.

As I reached the beach, I felt my heart tighten. I felt my heart beat so fast — I couldn’t breathe, I just couldn’t. It was so hard for me, I was so hurt. I just saw myself sobbing, crying my emotions out.

How am I the selfish one when all I ever did was let Conrad have the choice, I decided to let him go for Belly. So why am I the selfish one? I was the one who got hurt — I was the one to let go of my feelings and prioritize other’s feelings first.

I tried to walk but it was hard, my knees were buckling. It was so hard to breathe, I need a second. I need to breathe.

“Y/N?” someone yelled. “P-please, just… just go.” I said, still struggling to breathe, tripping a little. I felt the person walk towards me

They grabbed my shoulder gently then they turned me — we were face to face now. I could see their eyes, it was a bit blurry but I immediately knew who it was.“You’re okay, you’re safe with me. Follow me yeah?” he instructed. He guided me to sit with him, we were kneeling in front of each other — face to face.

“Breathe in, breathe out. That’s good, there you go” he said as I followed his breathing. We did that for a minute until I calmed down. My heart was beating at a normal pace, I’m okay now.

He rubbed my back and pulled me closer. He sat down so that I can lean on him. I was now sitting between his legs — my back against his chest. “There you go, you’re okay. I’m here, you’re fine. No one’s gonna hurt you” he said, rubbing my shoulders. I felt myself fall asleep from exhaustion.

I felt safe, I felt secure. Today was exhausting, never expected that my day would end like this. I am just thankful that he’s there for me, because I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t for him.

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hi! i hope that you are enjoying this fic so far! sorry if it was just angst for this one, i just had to :> thank you for everyone that’s reading and loving my work !! i appreciate all of you :))

sorry if there wasnt any conrad or jeremiah here (or is there?? 👀) LOL

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