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[imagine-it-to-be-true]

Fix You - Caius Volturi x FemOC Three Shot: Part 1

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading. Hope you like the one shot. I do take requests! Please have a look at my list of characters, and the rules. Feel free to reach out.

Notes about the One Shot:

Summary: As Caius walked around the streets of Volterra, he came across a girl being assaulted and badly injured. He couldn't explain the pull he had towards her, but all he knew was that he needed to save her. Caius Volturi x Fem!OC. Mentions of blood, injury and death. Nothing too gruesome though. Also posted on my Fanfiction page.

Word count: 2679

Firstly, I don’t own Twilight, the Volturi, or the image used.

I sincerely apologize for my Italian and Greek phrases; I don’t speak a word of the languages and was at the mercy of Google Translate. 

Caius’ wife Athenodora does not exist. 

Also, imagine him how you want but I much preferred his appearance in New Moon, so that’s how I described him.

~ Enjoy :)

Cloud cover in Volterra was a rare sight. Most days the sun shone brightly, making the town not particularly an ideal place for vampires. Yet here they were, the powerful three, the ancient kings who were tasked with up-keeping and enforcing secrecy of the vampire world, in a town where they remained inside the walls of the Volturi Castle. Caius often wondered why the coven chose to remain there, and not move to a less sunny place. A lack of opportunities for outings meant that he was falling intellectually behind. One need not look further than his clothes, not to mention his mentality to see he was not one for modernity. Not that he cared. Humans and their achievements were so minuscule in his eyes. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the opportunity to venture out into the town, feel the cool breeze on cloudy days like today and observe the lesser kind. It was remarkable for him how the world changed since his childhood in Ancient Greece, yet the scape of Volterra harked back to it with its old buildings.

Caius was lonely. He was angry and cruel; many would even say sadistic. But no, the last part was not true. After over 3000 years of living alone, never aging, never moving forward, being forced to hide himself, and never seizing to hunger, it’s no surprise that one would become angry. But he was not a sadist. He did not enjoy the pain of others. He fed only when he could no longer contain his thirst, not over-indulging himself. But he understood the need for justice, and was not tolerant when punishment was due. This was often mistaken for sadism.

Volterra was extra busy lately due to an overwhelming influx in tourism. One could no longer walk in peace. The pushing and shoving of the crowded streets became too much for Caius. He looked around him, and noticed a less busy street to his right. The more he followed, the less people were there. He kept going until he was left alone, in peace, and stopped, and leaned his back against the wall, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, exhaling through his mouth. He took a moment to collect his thoughts. And that is when he heard it. 

From his right, came a feminine scream. It snapped Caius out of his thoughts. It sounded desperate, and then quieted down before he heard the female’s voice again, yelling in English with an American accent, “PLEASE! Somebody help me!” In one swift motion, Caius pushed himself from the wall and walked towards the pleas. He rounded a corner and between two buildings, there was a thin, dark alleyway. It was there that he found the source of the commotion.

A tall, heavy-built balding man had a significantly smaller female pinned up against the wall with his body. His left hand grasped her around the neck, while the other clutched a gun to her head. Caius spoke Italian - one of the many languages he’s mastered - so he understood plainly the filth coming out of the lowlife’s mouth as he barked at the poor girl. She, however, was clueless and sobbing, begging him to leave her. 

In the split moment that he observed the scene, Caius’ eyes landed on the female. She was small, about 5”2, looked to be in her early twenties and very slim. Her hair was golden blonde, long and fell in thick, luscious curls down her back. She did not appear to be wearing much makeup, yet her eyebrows were naturally prominent and neat, and her lips were full, petal pink in colour. But it was her eyes which Caius noticed immediately. They were large and the most captivating colour: a mix of emerald and sapphire. It was as if staring into the waters of a deep, stormy ocean. However, when they met his eyes, they were full of terror. She quieted her struggle and looked at him, as if calmed by his presence, mentally begging him to save her.

Typically, Caius did not give two thoughts about humans. Yet this time was different. The girl before him stirred something inside of his frozen ancient heart. His eyes shifted from the girl and landed on the lowlife.

“Togli le mani da lei, feccia.” (Get your hands off her, Scum.) he snarled.

The man jumped in surprise and turned towards Caius. When he saw him, the lowlife sneered. Compared to him, Caius did not look all that threatening. He was tall and well-built, but thinner than the scum. His fashion choices didn’t help either. His near-white blonde hair combed to perfection and pushed behind his ears. He wore a blood-red dress shirt, paired with a black blazer and black dress pants, topped off with a silky red scarf. He looked like an escaped runway model, not a man that could do damage.

The man Caius addressed continued sneering and chuckling. 

“Cosa hai intenzione di fare al riguardo, bel ragazzo?” (What are you going to do about it, pretty boy?)

Caius took a large step forward and retorted, “Strapparti la testa e bere il tuo sangue è divertente?” (Does ripping your head off and drinking your blood sound like fun?)

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise at the viciousness, but still obviously not taking the situation seriously. He laughed and turned back to the girl.

“Vedi, bella ragazza? Sta cercando di mettersi in mostra per te. Ma è solo un ragazzo. Lascia che ti mostri cosa fanno gli uomini.” (You see, pretty girl? He's trying to show off for you. But he's just a boy. Let me show you what men do.)

Before Caius had a chance to comprehend or react, within a fraction of a second, the gun pressed against the girl’s temple was lowered. The scum aimed it at her stomach and shot twice. She screamed in pain, and dropped to the ground, gasping.

Caius took a second longer than normal to realize what had just unfolded. The man had the gun pointed at him now. He aimed at his chest and fired. When Caius was hit, he did nothing but stand there. Then came the second shot and to the scum’s surprise, he did not drop. A smirk began to form on the vampire’s face, before he simply said, “Avresti dovuto scappare quando ne avevi la possibilità.” (You should have ran when you had the chance.)

As the man continued pointlessly shooting at Caius, the vampire closed the distance between them in less than a second. He grasped the man’s neck with his right hand and pressed him up against the wall, lifting him up with one arm. The man squirmed and groaned, futilely attempting to free himself. Caius didn’t enjoy hurting people. But this time was different. He snapped the man’s neck and threw him down, like discarded trash. He took a breath and turned to the girl on the ground.

She was no longer making sounds nor moving, but lay there motionless, face down on the ground. Caius could see a large red spot in her stomach area, with blood seeping through the thin fabric of her white summer dress, her blonde curls hanging like closed curtains over her face. Caius leaned down, extending a hand to gently move them aside. He pushed the curls behind her ear, running his knuckles down her soft cheek. Those beautiful storm eyes were closed.

“Can you hear me?” He whispered to her, but she did not stir. 

Caius felt a deep pain in the pit of his stomach, and a pressure rising up to his throat. He felt anger, rage, but most prominently sorrow. He had this feeling like he never wanted anything more in his life than for her to look at him and say she was alright. The situation was not made easier by the fact that her deliciously smelling blood was pooling more and more. 

Quickly, he reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out his iPhone. Alec had gifted it to him the year before, and this was the first time he’d use it. He couldn’t figure out the damned thing; books and scripts were more useful anyway. With some effort, he found the number he was looking for in his contacts and dialled it. The ringing seemed to go on for ages, until finally…

“Dr. Carlisle Cullen speaking.”

“Cullen. You are speaking to Caius.” He barked into the phone. A silence followed before Carlisle hesitantly responded, a hint of fear in his voice at what the Volturi king might want.

“Lord Caius. I was not expecting you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I am with a human. She was shot with a gun in her stomach twice. There is a significant amount of blood. She is not responding to me. Her eyes are closed and she is not moving. What shall I do?” He spoke in a hard, fact-based tone.

“Well Caius, it sounds like she might be dead…” before Carlisle could finish his thought, Caius cut him off.

“You are foolish to think that I would waste my precious time calling you to hear something so unacceptable. Tell me how to fix her!”

“Okay, I’m not sure if she can be. But let’s try. I need you to put the phone on speaker.”

“What is that?! Talk quickly Cullen, her bleeding has not seized!”

“Okay, Caius, you see the small picture of a loudspeaker on your phone? Push it.”

Caius did as he was told. “Now what?”

“Put the phone down on the ground. I need you to turn her on her back. GENTLY! Don’t forget you’re a lot stronger than her.”

Caius gently pushed the girl’s shoulders and was able to turn her on her back, grabbing her head so it did not hit the concrete. It was then that the significance of the wound became apparent, as did the scent of her blood. It became nearly too much for the vampire. He was close to damning it all and indulging in her sweet taste. But then he looked at her perfect face. How he longed to see those beautiful eyes again.

In a struggling voice, he spoke, “Alright, it is done.”

“Now, take your index and middle finger and push both to her neck, under her chin, on the side of her throat. You should feel her heartbeat if she’s alive.”

Caius did as he was told, but initially could feel nothing. After a few failed attempts, he hung his head. Just as he was about to remove his fingers, he felt it. So faint and tiny, but it was there.

“I feel it! It is very faint! But I feel it.”

Carlisle waited a moment before speaking. “Can you describe the wounds to me? Where are they specifically?”

“They are both in the same place. One is at the base of her ribs to the left, and the second is just under it.”

Carlisle sighed and softly spoke, “Caius. She’s not going to make it. She’s on her last few breaths now, and we can prolong her suffering, but we can’t-“.

“No!” Caius cut him off, “She will not die. There must be something to be done!”

“Well… you could always change her.”

Caius let out a breath. He would not wish his own endless existence on anyone. Not to mention the unbelievably excruciating pain of the process. After 3000 years, there was one thing he remembered with vivid accuracy: his own change. But at the same time, he was in a panic. He was not sure what it was, but the thought of her dying was destroying him inside.

He swallowed and spoke in a gentler voice to Carlisle, “Is there any way to manage her pain during the change?”

“Morphine. It needs to be injected before the venom. Give it 5 minutes to take effect and then change her.”

“Thank you,” Caius whispered before hanging up.

He immediately gathered the woman into his arms, lifting her up with ease, and began running back to the castle. He made it in a matter of minutes, storming through the doors of the great gathering hall, where Aro and Marcus were speaking to Jane. Immediately, all eyes were on Caius and the little bundle in his arms.

“Brother,” greeted Aro with his child-like smile, “you came home with takeout, I see,” he cackled. 

“No! Do not approach me now brother. I wish to change her, and so it will be. No one comes near her!” Caius exclaimed. His two fellow kings looked at each other, befuddled. “Jane,” Caius turned to her, “find me a shot of morphine immediately and bring it to my chambers.” With this, he stormed out of the hall. 

Aro, with a confused look on his face, took a step to follow, only to be held back by Marcus. “He cannot just bring some random off the street and claim her as his own!” He exclaimed, but Marcus shook his head and smiled.

“I felt their bond. He has bound himself to her. Neither might realize this yet, but they are mated. She is his now.”

———

Caius rushed her to his room. He gently placed her on his bed, which he hadn’t used in years for obvious reasons. As he laid her down, the girl began to gain consciousness. She began feeling the pain of her injuries. Tears started fall down her cheeks and she softly, weakly moaned in pain.

Caius sat down next to her, brushing her tears away with his thumb, gently pushing her hair back away from her face.

“Shh, it’s alright. Breathe.” She seemed to respond to this by attempting to open her eyes, yet not having enough energy to do so. Caius was dying inside, seeing her suffer. He couldn’t explain why. This was the first time in 3000 that he cared so deeply about the well-being of anyone, let alone a weak human.

“Breathe for me. That’s it. You’re alright.” He whispered. She tried, but couldn’t. She attempted to say something along the lines of “I don’t want to die,” but was only emitting squeaks.

“Shhh, don’t talk. He’s gone, I’ve got you. There is not a place in the world safer than here with me.”

Just then, Jane burst through Caius’ doors with a large syringe filled with clear liquid. She quickly handed it to Caius and stepped back, lingering. Caius turned to her and harshly barked, “Leave!” She bowed and turned on her heels, heading out the door.

The girl had opened her eyes briefly and saw the large syringe. This frightened her, and she attempted to cower away. Caius returned his attention to her.

“Shhhh. Don’t be afraid. This will help you stop hurting. I will fix this. I will fix you,” As he spoke those words, a tear formed in his own eyes and rolled down his cheek. He was about to change her. Was it really fixing her, or was he selfishly wishing she would fix him? Give him companionship he so longed for? He didn’t care. He took the syringe and injected the morphine into her quickly, being as gentle as he could. Then, he waited. He needed her to stop crying. This would indicate the pain was gone and the morphine had taken effect. He held her hand, whispering sweet nothings to her. When she began quieting, he gently asked her.

“What is your name, omorfiá mou?” (My beauty), the last part in his native Greek.

She gasped and whispered, “Andromeda.”

Caius smiled and thought about how fitting the name was. The pain was gone now. He turned to her and brushed her hair out of her face. 

“Close your eyes, my beauty.” He gently brushed her hair back away from her neck. Leaning down, he brushed his lips on her ear, whispering “do not be afraid. You will live forever. You are mine now, and I will never let anything hurt you again.” 

With that, he sunk his teeth into her soft skin, and the journey to her transformation began.

[a-dorin]

observant | luke skywalker

word count: 1,352

warnings: cursing, oral (receiving), dominance kink

a/n: this a sub! luke skywalker x reader. since this is my first time where the reader is in full control, please go easy on me! also, this is an au where luke was properly trained at the jedi temples. my requests are still open! enjoy  :)) 

summary: after an intense training session, luke admits to you that he’s never gone down on anyone. you take full control of the situation, promising that you’ll tell luke exactly what he needs to do. 

sunlight filtered in through the viewports on the training room. it was late afternoon, the sun beginning to make its descent towards the horizon. your favorite padawan, luke skywalker, stood beside you, panting heavily. not only was luke your training partner, but he was your best friend as well. the two of you did everything together, from eating meals in the dining hall to sneaking out into the forest late night. 

luke panted, wiping his forehead, "holy shit, you're so much more skilled than i am with your saber combat. you're almost as good as master yoda."

"you're lucky i didn't injure you," you shot him a wink, earning a wide smile from the blonde, "i'm not even breaking a sweat."

luke rolled his eyes playfully, "lucky you. i would've been done for."

"so," you took a swig of water from a canteen, sitting on a bench, "have you been able to make any lady friends here at the temple? some girls you can mess around with?"

luke snatched the canteen from your hands, sitting beside you, "(y/n), i have more important things to focus on rather than women at the moment."

narrowing your eyes, you picked apart luke's answer. with his radiant blue eyes, and silky blonde hair, he was quite handsome. now that the two of you were traning to be jedi, he was beginning to gain muscle. the girls at the temple chattered about him constantly in the dining hall, giggling whenever he walked by. whenever they did, it filled you to the brim with jealousy. 

it didn't help that you had feelings for luke either. the two of you spent almost every waking second with one another. the secrets shared between you were ones that you hadn't even told your own parents. of course you were in love with luke, but you knew it wouldn't lead anywhere. the two of you were destined to be jedi, and romantic relationships were frowned upon. 

"what about men?" you arched a brow, teasing your best friend. 

luke shot you a hard look, "i also have more important things to focus on rather than men, (y/n). what's with this questioning about my sexual endeavors?"

"oh no reason," you shrugged, "i was just curious if you've made any friends."

"that i can fuck," luke continued your statement, exasperated, "although i have been looking around, there's one person i have in mind."

"lukey has a crushy wushy!" you giggled, nudging him with your shoulder. "i don't know how to tell her," luke admitted, shrugging, "hell, i haven't even gone down on anybody. let alone had sex with someone. i guess i have been so focused on my route to be a jedi that i haven't quite done anything.. enjoyable. i haven't done any activities to enjoy myself."

a filthy idea entered your thoughts, "how about i teach you how to go down on a girl?"

"t-teach me?" luke sputtered, his cheeks burning a rosy pink. 

"if you want to," you shrugged, a sly smirk painted on your features, "i can tell you exactly what you need to do, and you can practice."

luke swallowed thickly, "you'd let me?"

you nodded, almost a little too quickly. after all, you couldn't help but let anticipation swallow you whole. the sexual tension in the room was increasing by the second, the temperature rising. the idea of luke going down on you was hot. yet, the idea of you being the teacher was even hotter. you wanted to take control. actually, you needed to take control. he needed to be told how it was done  

"of course," you purred, leaning in, your whisper filled luke's ear, "i would love to see it."

luke rose from the bench, his tone hesitant, "what do i do?"

"get on your knees," you commanded, satisfaction rushing through you, "and then i will tell you what do to next."

luke obeyed, eyeing as you spread your thighs, "now what?"

"take off my leggings," you murmured, running a hand through his blonde locks. luke could feel your excitement, his mind buzzing as his fingertips hooked your leggings, slowly dragging them down your legs. he admired your thighs momentarily, how they glowed in the orange light. now, the sun was setting, casting a warm light through the room. 

"what if we're seen?" luke whispered, a trace of fear inflected in his question.  

"everyone is at dinner," you answered, your voice filled with lust, "c'mon luke, just relax. we'll just have to be quick."

"okay," luke nodded, his eyes resting on your pussy, widening, "you didn't wear underwear."

"and you run your mouth," you snapped, but then remembered that you needed to be patient. this was luke's first sexual encounter with anyone. you needed to be more gentle, even if he was submitting to you. 

"sorry," he mumbled. carefully, he slipped a finger between your folds, satisfied as a quiet moan escaped your lips, he glanced up, his blue eyes locking with yours (e/c), "you're beautiful."

his statement was loaded with sincerity, your heart skipping a beat, "thank you, luke."

"tell me what to do next," his words were a plea, "tell me what to do."

"start by kissing my thighs first," you instructed, "then, do whatever feels most natural. if it's uncomfortable, i'll tell you."

luke nodded, placing gentle kisses on each of your thighs. they sent a rush of electricity through you, a shiver going down your spine. he placed a palm on your thigh, the other spreading your folds. gently, he licked in a stripe, going up. without anymore hesitations, luke went to work. 

he began to loosen up, letting out a hum as he tasted you. arching your back you ached to be closer to him, for his face to be buried deeper between your thighs. in your mind, you felt as if luke was lying. there was no way this was his first time doing this. it felt too good.

"oh my god, your tongue feels so good," you groaned, your eyes rolling back as luke began to suck on your clit, inserting a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out of your wet pussy. 

your moans bounced off the walls, filling luke's ears. it only fueled his desire to pleasure you, the blonde gaining more confidence as his tongue circled on your swollen clit. he picked up his pace, your thighs trembling. 

"luke," you panted, "you're going to me cum."

your statement only made him continue, showing you no mercy as his tongue lapped at your pussy, savoring the juices that were now dripping onto the floor. you came undone, throwing your head back, your jaw slack. stars bursted into your vision, and you practically rode luke's tongue, your hips rhythmic against it.  

coming down from your high, you were a panting mess. sitting up, you noticed the mess you left on the bench and the floor, your cheeks tinged pink, "oh shit."

luke stood, chuckling, "what's master yoda going to say?"

"he's not going to find it," you muttered, desperately attempting to clean it up. 

"here," luke wiped his mouth, using your leggings  to wipe up your juices. 

"those are my leggings!" you pouted. 

"and?" he arched a brow. 

"i have to shower," you stood, wobbily at first, "you can come with. if you want."

a wide smirk plastered the blonde's face, "is that even a question?"

rolling your eyes, you slipped on your leggings, taking one last glance at the room. everything was in order, and you couldn't even see the mess anymore. you exited the training space, turning off the lights. luke followed you, your hands brushing against one another. 

"so," you began, "how was it?"

"it was good," luke chuckled, "it was quite enjoyable, actually." 

"i'm glad to hear that," you giggled, "so who's that woman you have in mind? the one you were talking about earlier?"

"now that's a secret you'll never know," luke flashed you a grin. 

"that's not fair," you pouted. 

"well," luke shrugged, "if this can give you an idea, i'm about to go shower with her."

[they-callme-ami]

Playing with Fire, Part 3 (Tobias x Fem!MC, SMUT)

If you couldn’t tell by the title, this is gonna be smutty and have smut. You have been warned.

Wordcount: 1973

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The two of you were inside of Tobias’s townhouse...in his living room...you were on the couch, on top of him, kissing him deeply...he flipped you two over and grabbed your thighs, picking you up in his arms and heading towards another room...the bedroom.

“Hey...before this...continues...do you want to have sex with me Casey. We can just keep kissing--or stop immediately now.” He asks while caressing your cheek softly. Your heart swelled with joy...it was sweet, seeing him so vulnerable like this...so caring...focused on what makes you feel safe and comfortable.

“Yes, I do… do you? This is a 2 person job y’know..” you smile and he grins.

“I do….so...so bad.” he rasps against your throat. The two of you continue to kiss, your fingers running along his arms slowly as your legs stay around his waist, not wanting to let him go just yet….

“Move….move your arm...” you giggle. Tobias pulled away and licked his lips before biting his lower one, smirking.

“That’s not my arm.” He whispers, moving your hand to his….well, his not-arm. Fuck.

After that revelation and a quick pep talk to yourself, you managed to lay back on the bed.  Before you began to remove your outfit, Tobias stopped you.  He simply kissed you again, and peppers kisses down your shoulder while unzipping...unbuttoning...unlacing… stripping you down to your bare body...all on display for him. 

“It’s crazy...I’m a doctor...studied anatomy for years...but seeing you...laid out for me like this….no textbooks could have prepared me for such a woman.” He whispers and his hand slid between your legs and you gasped. His hand began to rub your entrance...he lifted his fingers up and smirks at you, licking your wetness off them. 

“It’s completely unfair I paid so much for dessert…especially since you’re much sweeter.” and with that, he pounced.

Tobias currently had your ankles against his pillow, legs spread wide as he was going to town on that pussy...he was definitely starving for you.  His tongue teased your sensitive nerve and ever so slowly dragged down your folds, and sunk in with a moan.  You squirm and try to move as he builds a rhythm: tease your clit with his tongue and make circles around it. Lick slowly down, and sink inside of you, while those hands kept you spread at the right angle to get all the way inside your pussy. Then, spelling his own name ever so expertly...T...O...B...I...A...S. Finally he’d start pulling out and repeating the process all over again...and again... It began to get too much as heat pooled in your lower regions, your hips bucking as you tried to push him away by his shoulders. 

“Don’t run away from me…” He growled and reached his hand up. “Suck” he commanded, holding his pointer and middle finger up before you complied, wrapping your plump lips around them and began to suck and lather them up.  His fiery hazel eyes were on you the whole time, watching you intently before you pulled them out.  Before he could protest, you held his hand and slid your tongue around his fingers while gazing down at him, running your tongue ever so slowly up his pointer...alluding to a certain action you’d perform soon enough. Big fucking mistake.

“Ah! No no--oh God Tobias I’m sorry---fuck--I--” you were now at his mercy, one hand holding both of yours while the other had a total of now 3 fingers inside of you--jackhammering and reaching all those spots while he made you keep eye contact with him.

“Wanna play like that, hm? You seemed real eager to tease me...what’s wrong, didn’t you want this Casey? “ He punctuates by fingering you faster, nearly reaching that spot and his thumb rubbing your clit.  “Don’t say sorry now, just take it...maybe if you’re nice and say sorry again, I’ll let you cum.” He says, giving you that shit-eating grin that made you want to hit him...but you were not gonna last unless you apologized.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry--oh God please please please I wanna cum--!” You whimpered and blubbered out a desperate plea for your release. He kissed you to shut you up and fingers you deeper, hitting that spot inside you finally and well--you definitely got what you deserved.  Your hips rocked and bucked up against his fingers as you panted and whined, shakily coming down from your high.

Tobias pulled his fingers out and licked his pointer and middle clean, then held the ring out to you...and you cleaned it off.  Once you finished, he stood up and began to pull off his own clothing.  You gasped softly when he removed his top half, showing off his tone body, but when he removed those slacks and boxers….well, let’s just say Med school anatomy classes didn’t prepare you either.  But, you weren’t a quitter , Mrs. Top of the Class 2015.  You crawled forward and grasped his shaft in your hands.

“Well...you definitely have more than your career to be proud of.” You joked and even Tobias laughed a bit--breaking the tension.  “Real talk--if you try to thrust down my throat, I will cough and pull off. That isn’t a threat, I will legitimately choke...” You mumble but lean forward and slowly take the tip into your mouth.

“Shit….Casey…” Tobias moaned out your name, leaning against the wall while your hands were wrapped around the base, moving up and down, and your mouth moved in sync as well. Your tongue swirled around him as you moan, giving him exactly what he wanted and looking up at him while you did.  You gagged a bit at first--okay, a LOT at first--but had managed to take him in and out, and deepthroat him...he was definitely bigger than any you had previously...You took him all the way down with a soft gag and managed to slurp him up and move back to the tip, pan ting and jerking him off.

“I think...we both deserve a better dessert...~” You cooed and held your mouth open while your hands moved up and down, faster and faster, waiting--until you felt his release in your mouth, on your tongue...He panted and let out a raspy groan, fists balled up and eyes closed from the intense feeling.  Once it was over, you slowly drag your tongue up the shaft with a moan.  “You are definitely doing wonders for my ego y’know.” Tobias looked down at you and picked you up, pinning you back down to the bed...he had you on your hands and knees, and stood behind you.  Showtime.

You awaited for Tobias to put on protection, and he slowly rubbed his tip between your wet folds...when you gave him the okay, he began to thrust in--much to your satisfaction.  You let out a moan and grip the sheets, your eyes rolling back a bit.

“You okay?” He leaned down to ask and kissed your shoulder, and reached forward to gently squeeze and play with your breasts, his fingers circling your nipples and kissing you again.

“Yes...go deeper….I need you Tobias…” It was like a switch flipped on inside him, as his hands reached for yours and he pulled your arms back.  He began to thrust inside your pussy, his dick reaching deeper.  Oh yeah, he was definitely going to ruin you in all the right ways. Tobias tugged your arms back to pull you into every thrust, grunting as he slammed against you--his hips rocking and hitting against your ass with each thrust.  You moaned again, louder this time, and already felt yourself start to cream around him.  

“O-Oh---Tobias--h-harder! God--I---” He silenced you, going harder inside.  You fell forward a bit, your chest and face squished against the pillow while he kept ramming into you without remorse, the sound of your wet pussy and his hips clapping against your along with those desperate, needy moans.  It was unlike anything you’d felt before...it didn’t seem like Tobias would stop anytime soon.

“On your back….I want to look at you while I make you cum…” He pulled out, much to your disappointment.  You laid on your back, legs spread for him...strands of hair pressed against your sweating face...And Tobias back on top, wrapping your legs around you and sinking back in.  He fucked you slower this time, giving you deep thrusts as he hit your deepest parts with nearly every thrust...nothing could ruin this...and then….your phone rang.  You took a glance at the caller ID….Dr. Ramsey.  Before you could react, Tobias grabbed your phone and pressed Answer, holding it to your mouth while he fucked you.

“Casey? Are you busy, I wanted to know if you were available tomorrow. I know it’s your day off today and tomorrow after that double shift--but Baz and June are gonna drive me up a wall unless--”

“E-EtHAn--I-I’m a l-little b-bUsY r-right-now--”  you tried to hold back your moans, which was hard considering Tobias was making you lose control.  He only smirked and began to kiss and suck on your nipples, your hand rubbing his head as you attempt to refocus.  “C-Could you call me later E-Ethan? I-I just a-a-am t--tOo b-busy!  You cover your mouth to hide a whine while Tobias kept going. He then grabs your phone--

“Ethan, hey, it’s Tobias.  Casey is kinda drunk and all loopy.  She somehow managed to uber herself to Mass Kenmore when my shift was over, wanting to get Aurora to join in on the ‘fun’ but she called in sick. Since it’s kind of late...she’s crashing here. Too drunk to think.” He lied right through his teeth while your arms wrapped around him and held him tight, nails digging into his back.

“Oh….uh, that’s nice of you. Alright then. Just tell her to forget it, make sure she gets home safe tomorrow.”

“Will do...I’ve been taking care of her...for hours…” He smirked and winks at you before hanging up.

You whimper.  It was all crashing down at once while Tobias looked down at you. “Let go for me Casey.  I want you to--all around me...take it and cum for me…” he growls, nearing an orgasm himself.  Your legs tremble around him, but you hold on tighter and tighter.  You let out a loud, euphoric moan and felt your orgasm erupt as your body spazzed, tears roll down your cheek as you screamed out Tobias’s name...it felt like you nearly blacked out as he came after word, groaning loud and let out a moan in your ear--filling the condom and panting as it was over. The two of you, sweaty and shaky, held each other….you kissed him deeply, before giving into the exhaustion.

When you opened your eyes and woke up, you looked around...you saw Tobias asleep next to you, strong arms holding you close, the ceiling fan on.  You smile and hold his face, stroking his cheek and he slowly opens his eyes and grins.

“So….you’re still here...glad to know that it wasn’t a dream.”

“Tch--I could barely walk if I wanted to….” Your stomach growled a bit.  Tobias sat up and pulled on some boxers...he walked around to your side and picked you up, bridal style and you laugh, giggling.

“Tobias-- put me down!”

“Not till I make us breakfast. So you just shut up and let me be romantic and cute for once...dummy.” he teased and carried you to the kitchen….he sat you down and you looked at one another. Yup….you wouldn’t live without those fiery eyes in your life anymore.

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Top 9 things you need to know about King Dawid ( David) and how the book of Psalms, killing his mistress's husband, his sons brutal rape of his own sister, were just the cusp of his story. ... King Dawid,  The man after Yahs own heart'

#1  He took over the Kingdom of Ysrayl after King Shaul failed as king.

2 Samuel 5:1-4 All the tribes of Israel came to David at Hebron and said, “We are your own flesh and blood. 2 In the past, while Saul was king over us, you were the one who led Israel on their military campaigns. And Yah said to you, ‘You will shepherd my people Israel, and you will become their ruler.’”

3 When all the elders of Israel had come to King David at Hebron, the king made a covenant with them at Hebron before the Yah, and they anointed David king over Israel.

4 David was thirty years old when he became king, and he reigned forty years. 5 In Hebron he reigned over Judah seven years and six months, and in Jerusalem he reigned over all Israel and Judah thirty-three years.

#2 He was from the tribe of Yahudah ( Judah)

1 Samuel 17:12  Now David was the son of an Ephrathite named Jesse, who was from Bethlehem in Judah

#3 Dawid fell out of favor and angered Yah for lusting after a woman while she was bathing and then fornicating with her and getting her pregnant.

2 Samuel 11:2-5 It happened late one afternoon[d] that David got up from his bed and walked about on the roof of the king’s house, and he saw a woman bathing on her[e] roof. Now the woman was very beautiful.[f] 3 David sent and inquired about the woman, and someone said, “Is this not Bathsheba the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite?” 4 Then David sent messengers and took her, and she came to him, and he slept with her. (Now she had been purifying herself from her uncleanness.) And she returned to her house. 5 The woman became pregnant, and she sent and told David, and she said, “I am pregnant.”

#4 After he got Bethesda pregnant he then plotted to kill her husband, Uriah. Dawid told his servants to send Uriah to the front lines of war, so that he can fight against the fiercest opponents and be killed first.

2 Samuel 11:14-16 And it happened in the morning, David wrote a letter to Joab, and he sent it by the hand of Uriah. 15 He had written in the letter, “Put Uriah in the front, in the face of the fiercest fighting, then draw back from behind him so that he may be struck down and die.”

16 When Joab was besieging[j] the city, he put Uriah toward the place which he knew there were valiant warriors.[k] 17 The men of the city came out and fought with Joab. Some from the army from the servants of David fell; Uriah the Hittite also died.

#5 After Dawid successfully got Bethesda husband killed, he married her and she gave birth to their son.

2 Samuel 11: 26-27 When the wife of Uriah ( Bethesda) heard that Uriah her husband was dead, she mourned over her husband. 27 When the mourning was over, David sent and brought her to his household, and she became his wife and bore him a son. But the thing which David had done was evil in the eyes of Yah.

#6 Yah cursed Dawid by causing evil in his household. Putting family against family, etc. Yah also took his wives and gave them to his neighbors so they can sleep with them in broad daylight

2nd Samuel 12:11  Thus says Yah, ‘Look, I am going to raise up evil against you from within your house, and I will take your women before your eyes, and I will give them to your neighbor, and he shall sleep with your wives in broad daylight

#7 Once Yah caused evil to rise up against Dawid's family due to Dawids lack of discipline and self control- things got worst. So worst, that his other children were also feeling the brunt of it; because soon after, his own son raped his daughter.

Amnon ( Dawids son) became sexually obsessed with his own Sister ( Tamar)  and then concocted a scheme with their cousin  to rape her. House in shambles.

2 Samuel 13:1-14 In the course of time, Amnon son of David fell in love with Tamar, the beautiful sister of Absalom son of David.

2 Amnon became so obsessed with his sister Tamar that he made himself ill. She was a virgin, and it seemed impossible for him to do anything to her.

3 Now Amnon had an adviser named Jonadab son of Shimeah, David’s brother. Jonadab was a very shrewd man. 4 He asked Amnon, “Why do you, the king’s son, look so haggard morning after morning? Won’t you tell me?”

Amnon said to him, “I’m in love with Tamar, my brother Absalom’s sister.”

5 “Go to bed and pretend to be ill,” Jonadab said. “When your father comes to see you, say to him, ‘I would like my sister Tamar to come and give me something to eat. Let her prepare the food in my sight so I may watch her and then eat it from her hand.’”

6 So Amnon lay down and pretended to be ill. When the king came to see him, Amnon said to him, “I would like my sister Tamar to come and make some special bread in my sight, so I may eat from her hand.”

7 David sent word to Tamar at the palace: “Go to the house of your brother Amnon and prepare some food for him.” 8 So Tamar went to the house of her brother Amnon, who was lying down. She took some dough, kneaded it, made the bread in his sight and baked it. 9 Then she took the pan and served him the bread, but he refused to eat.

“Send everyone out of here,” Amnon said. So everyone left him. 10 Then Amnon said to Tamar, “Bring the food here into my bedroom so I may eat from your hand.” And Tamar took the bread she had prepared and brought it to her brother Amnon in his bedroom. 11 But when she took it to him to eat, he grabbed her and said, “Come to bed with me, my sister.”

12 “No, my brother!” she said to him. “Don’t force me! Such a thing should not be done in Israel! Don’t do this wicked thing. 13 What about me? Where could I get rid of my disgrace? And what about you? You would be like one of the wicked fools in Israel. Please speak to the king; he will not keep me from being married to you.” 14 But he refused to listen to her, and since he was stronger than she, he raped her.

**After he raped his own sister, Dawids other Son Absalom killed him for being a sick and twisted pervert and raping their sister. House in Shambles.**

2 Samuel 13:26 Then Absalom said, “If not, please let my brother Amnon come with us.”

The king asked him, “Why should he go with you?” 27 But Absalom urged him, so he sent with him Amnon and the rest of the king’s sons.

28 Absalom ordered his men, “Listen! When Amnon is in high spirits from drinking wine and I say to you, ‘Strike Amnon down,’ then kill him. Don’t be afraid. Haven’t I given you this order? Be strong and brave.” 29 So Absalom’s men did to Amnon what Absalom had ordered. Then all the king’s sons got up, mounted their mules and fled.

V.32 This has been Absalom’s express intention ever since the day Amnon raped his sister Tamar.

#8 Things didn't get better for Dawid and his family-Yah continued the curse and killed the son that he had with Bethesda. Their 1st born child together.

2nd Samuel 12:13 Then David said to Nathan, “I have sinned against Yah!”[j] Nathan said to David, “Yah has also forgiven your sin; you shall not die. 14 But because you have utterly scorned[k] Yah in this matter, the son born for you will certainly die.”[l] 15 Then Nathan went to his house, and Yah struck the child that the wife of Uriah ( Bethesda) bore for David, and he became ill. 16 David pleaded with Yah on behalf of the boy and David fasted. He went to spend the night and lay upon the ground. 17 The elders of his household stood over him to lift him up from the ground, but he was not willing, and he did not eat any food with them. 18 It happened on the seventh day that the child died, and the servants of David were afraid to tell him that the child was dead, for they said, “Look, when the child was alive, we spoke to him, but he would not listen to our voice. How can we tell him, ‘The child is dead’? He may do something evil.” 19 When David saw that his servants were whispering together, he realized that the child was dead. Then David said to his servants, “Is the child dead?” And they said, “He is dead.”

#9 Dawid was extremely remorseful that he fell out of favor with Yah, and caused all this destruction to himself and his family. So remorseful, that he beautifully wrote Psalms 51 as an open apology and humility letter to Yah.

PSALMS 51:A Prayer of Repentance and Plea for Mercy For the music director. A psalm of David.

51 Be gracious to me, O Yah, according to your loyal love. According to your abundant mercies, blot out my transgressions. 2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and from my sin cleanse me. 3 For I myself know[b] my transgressions,[c] and my sin is ever before me. 4 Against you, only you, I have sinned and have done this evil[d] in your eyes, so that you are correct when you speak, you are blameless when you judge. 5 Behold, in iniquity I was born, and in sin my mother conceived me. 6 Behold, you delight in truth in the inward parts, and in the hidden parts you make me to know wisdom. 7 Purify me with hyssop, and I shall be clean. Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 8 Make me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. 9 Hide your face from my sins, and all my iniquities blot out. 10 Create a clean heart for me, O Yah, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.[e] 11 Do not cast me away from your presence, and do not take your Holy Spirit from me. 12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and with a willing spirit sustain me. 13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways, and sinners will turn back to you. 14 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O Yah, the Father of my salvation; then my tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness. 15 O Yah, open my lips, and my mouth will proclaim your praise. 16 For you do not delight in sacrifice or I would give it. With a burnt offering you are not pleased. 17 The sacrifices of Yah are a broken spirit; A broken and contrite heart, O Yah, you will not despise. 18 Do good in your favor toward Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem. 19 Then you will delight in righteous sacrifices, burnt offering and whole burnt offering. Then bulls will be offered on your altar.

FUN FACT:  Dawid wrote majority of the books in Psalms. Most of them are apologies for his wrong doings to Yah.

Thank you for reading! Yah bless & Shalom!

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BTS Yoongi | Think About Us

GENRE : Smutty / Angsty

Yoongi x Reader

Do you think about him? The way he smiled sweetly and filled with happened; that turned his eyes into a eye smile. Think about the way his body would press against your back softly to hug you. The way his hands would grip onto your hands - when you would be doing nothing; he would look at you to admire you as if, you are the only person that he wanted to be with. Do think about when he would come home late at night yet he would bring something home just to apologize.

The night was young and hard to think about him. At this point you didn’t know what to think. First you were at the club dancing -feeling the beat run through your whole body and the sensation of forgetting- you knew you felt so numb you didn’t know what to do.

Next thing you knew you were in the car with a man who you think about all the time. His hands tightened against the steering wheel and the city lights only brushed against his handsome figure. His face expression was emotionless and keeping his eyes on the road. You weren’t used to not being told that you looked beautiful. Once you looked out your window , the man you love reached his hands over to your thigh gripping it almost roughly yet gentle.

You reached your tender fingers over his hand on your thigh, rubbing the top back and forth in a small yet slow motion. This made him pull up to a building and it was your shared home. The darkness covered his figure once again getting out of the car. Walking towards the front door he walked inside, he was being different. You got out of the car following behind in a steady pace. Once you closed the front door the hallway was dark. You were shoved against the wall and the hot and heavy breathing was right above your neck.

“You are one hell of tease,” his voice was more deeper. “But you know that don’t you?”

It wouldn’t take much to recognize a smile that formed on his face when he noticed how your body shivered. You both never had your first time respecting that it would be safe until marriage. But tonight felt different and you didn’t know what to do. “You make me worry because you decided to walk out then you leave your phone here at the house.”

This beautiful man trailed a thumb down from lips that he traced downwards towards your neck and collarbones. He was marking your brain that made your stomach twist wanting him.

“Then I have to find you at a club with Jackson and Bambam you really believe that I’ll let you get away with this?” He chuckled against your neck tilting your head up towards the ceiling. You were unconsciously grind your hips against your lover that he took notice.

“More eager than I would’ve thought now aren’t we?” He grinned.

He finally placed his lips on your neck placing small butterfly kisses. This caused you to arch your back a little with a soft whimper coming from your lips. “I need you more than words can really say (Y/N).” The way your name fell from him made you shiver.

This man could do so many things to you, yet, he decides to take his time and move like the world wasn’t even moving. “Jump.” He commanded.

You did as you were told the dress you wore was hiked up which made his voice become deeper. “You could’ve be fucked so rough easily on how this dress pulls up easily.” This made his long fingers push your dress up further and gripped your ass. Squeezing and slapping it a few times to see you cover your face into his neck whimpering yet craving more.

“That’s my girl.” He purred carrying you towards the bedroom that was cold and freezing but not for long. Not for long.

He laid you on the bed softly and latched his lips onto your neck once again until he found one spot that made you lose your shit. You moaned quietly and ran your hands into his face.

He snatched your hands and pulling only a few inches from your neck. “You’re a part of me just as much as part I am to you, but babygirl you don’t get touch me tonight.”

He brought your hand up to his lips pecking it then towards your shoulder and down from your arm. You wiggled a little around until you sat up and saw him hiking up your dress and immediately started to lick your clit through the underwear you wore. You gave a ‘ O ‘ shape moan fluttering your eyes closed.

Wanting to run your fingers through the black hair that was your lover you didn’t want the feeling to stop.

“I didn’t like how you were holding Jackson while dancing knowing he grinding against this sweet ass of yours.” He stopped his words.

“Lay on your stomach with your ass in the air right now.” He stood up and you moaned in response.

Doing as you were told he roughly gripped your hips shoving you backwards into his rough pants that blocked you both from each other. He grunted as he grinded and ran his slim fingers against your bare ass. Do you think whether he saw you as eye candy or if you were something he was craving but couldn’t handle being far from it. He planted soft kisses on your ass, giving kitten licks, and biting down on certain parts.

“I want you to only remember my face and name all night, I’m going to make you remember that I fucked you so good that it will never leave your mind.” After a few more kisses a loud smack to your ass happened.

Instead of moving forward in pain you moaned softly pushing backwards. He repeated this a couple more times until the spot on your ass was red; rubbing it and chuckling all so sinfully licking his lips. He grabbed your shoulder pulling you back into his chest. Still chuckling.

“Seems like you must really love me hurting this precious ass of yours,” he bit down on shoulder smirking. “You little kinky kitten. Small babies don’t always get what they want but I’ll make a exception since you obeyed everything I been telling you tonight.” He wrapped his fingers around your neck. All so gently choking you and using his other hand to pull the strap to your dress down.

As the strap was down your arm he pulled down your top and it revealed that you weren’t even wearing a bra. He tsk into your ear.

“It seems like you knew that I was going to find you and fuck the living hell out of you. Isn’t that right kitten?” He asked.

He gripped onto one of your breast and squeezed harshly playing with your nipple. His hot breath tickled down from your ear down to your bare shoulder.

“Y-yes-“ You stuttered arching your back with your eyes closed enjoying everything that was placed for you in the moment.

This made your lover chuckle and push you back down but this this you were on your back. He decided to rip the dress open and yank your panties off leaving you naked for him.

His eyes were hungry for you making you cover your body and look the other way shyly. This being the first time he has ever seen you like this his lustful eyes disappeared and replaced with love. He grabbed your hands and placed a soft kiss once against your hand. “You look beautiful that I’m following in love all over again with you.”

He unbuckled his buckle and his pants throwing them a different direction along with his boxers and shirt. He stood in front of you and that made you admire his slim body and his dick that made you blush even more. He climbed on top of your bed and whispered “I promise it won’t hurt that badly, I’ll make sure you never forget me Princess.” He lingered his lips onto your soft pair of lips and without a warning shoved all of him into your clit. You choked on a moan and scream as you clawed at his bare back. Squeezing your walls at the painful yet warm sensation.

He grunted “Baby if you don’t relax I won’t be able to last long- You’re already tight as is-“ He was cut off as you began to roll your hips into his while his dick was buried into you. “Ahh baby please.” He Moaned.

He was trying his best to not snap his hips into you but the way you were teasing him made him lose his mind. “That’s it.”

He sat up straight and began to move into you quickly but enough for you to still want him.

“F-f-faster pleas-e” you begged reaching to hold her hands that were at your hips.

This encouraged him to pound harder into you. The sensation that we being placed into you the way his dick was brushing against your sensitive g-spot was driving you both crazy.

You looked to the side at the huge mirror closest and saw how your body looked when he was pounding into you harshly with no mercy and no break. The sound of slapping skins and the breathless moans that echoed the room. If he could describe your moan it would sound like honey and sugar mixed together. Sweet and wants him craving more.

“Say my name kitten.” He growled under his breath.

You looked back towards him and pulled him closer, sweaty foreheads touching each other and your hands on his cheek.

“Say my name baby.” He grinded in a circular motion keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Yoongi!” You moaned out loud and that was all he needed from you. Pushing his hips into yours and you arching your back once more feeling him close to you.

He released deep into you that it was all warmth and happiness, him filling you all up made your mind spin.

“I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you Min Yoongi.”

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The Hounds Heart

Summary - Y.N is betrothed to Joffrey Baratheon, but he’s not the one she cares for. She cares for the man they call the Hound. As the young women begins to play the Game of Thrones, there’s one man who’s willing to risk everything for her. Sandor Clegane is very much in love with the Eldest Stark, but no-one could ever love him right? 

WordCount - 4,148

Pairing - Sandor Clegane X Female Reader in her 20′s 

Key - Y/N - Your name Y/S/C - Your Skin Colour Y/E/C - Your eye colour

Warnings - Strong Language, Violence, mentions of abuse, torture, semi nudity etc. 

{{Part 2}}

Eddard Stark was dead. Y/N Stark watched on as they severed her Father’s head from his body. She observed the sword cut through her Fathers flesh and bone. Sansa screamed and struggled, begging Joffrey to stop the execution, there was no point to try and plea. Joffrey was not going to stop anything, he was getting off on the entire situation. He desired to see her and her younger sisters suffer. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Why should she? 

Y/N was a Stark, she was proud to be a Stark.No insufferable little murder was going to take away her pride no matter what he did to her. She knew he would try, she already witnessed the wheels turning in his head. From this moment onwards, Y/N would have to think skillfully, she had just been shoved into the game, politics and intelligence would be the only thing that could keep her family save now. 

Until she found a way to escape that was. The moment she got the opportunity to escape this hellhole, she’d attempt. No matter the consequences. She would not grow old in this place, she would not marry Joffrey and one day she would have his head to revenge her Father’s death. She’d unleash every ounce of emotion when the time was right. But for now, she’d have to play her cards close to her chest. 

That night Y/N returned to her room, thankful that Joffrey had not asked for her presence, she was unsure if she’d be able to stand to look at him without making a plot to kill him. That night she laid on her bed consumed in the most luxuriant fabrics that Westeros had to offer, while most young girls often dreamed of one day becoming a Princess Y/N thought differently. She’d give anything for to be back home consumed in furs while listening to the creatures that wondered late a night crunching on the freshly laid snow. Y/N just wanted to be home. Home with her Father, Mother, Jon, Robb, Theon, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon. That was her family, her slightly dysfunction yet wonderful family. Y/N knew that deep down she would never see them together again. 

But that did not mean Y/N did not wish to the Gods it could happen for her sanity. 

That was the first night Y/N did not sleep... 

Y/N was alerted to the pounding on her door, she had already been up and dressed, presentable for the day ahead long before anyone had woken from their slumber. She quickly pulled open the door to reveal her husband to be. 

“Good Morning future wife, I wish to take you a walk this morning, you and your sister, there is something I wish to show you something.” Joffrey extended his hand, waiting for Y/N to accept it graciously. As Y/N extended her hand their hands coming together The only occasion that our skins should touch is when my fist collides with his face Y/N thought. 

“I’d be happy to take a walk with you, what is it you wish to show me?” Y/N questioned as herself and Joffery began to walk to an unknown location. Y/N was not fooled, she was already aware of Joffrey’s game. This was one of two scenarios. One, Joffrey was simply doing something in order to keep face in front of his people or secondly he was about to present her and her sister with something cruel. 

The minute Sansa and her sister arrived at the bridge, she knew exactly what Joffrey’s intentions were; to make her and her sister suffer once more. 

“No, please no.” All it took was Sansa to look up to the top of the building to reveal what Joffery’s surprise was. Ser Meryn Trant gripped hold of her while Y/N slipped her hand in her younger sisters. 

“This one is your Father’s, this one here...Look at it and see what happens to traitors.” 

“You promised to be merciful.” Sansa cried as Y/N’s gaze was transfixed on her Father’s severed head. 

“And I was. I gave him a clean death. Look at him.”

“Please let me go home. I won’t do any treason, I swear.” Sansa pleaded, Y/N tried to keep her mouth closed attempting to remain submissive but she couldn’t watch her little sister plead to be given a life back that was still rightfully her’s. 

“Enough! Stop this, you don’t require Sansa’s attendance anymore. The only Stark who you require to be at your side is me. Send her back to my Mother and Robb and I will do anything that you wish.” Y/N pushed her sister out of the way, using herself to block Joffrey’s torment, whatever he may have in store, for now, she was ready. 

“And who would help you get ready for our marriage. Surely you want some sort of family to attend your marriage Lady Y/N. She will remain in Kingslanding as long as I instruct her to. As her King, I have given her an order and I want her to do it...So look at him!” Sansa reluctantly looked up at their Father. His colour had been completely drained out of him. It felt like that wasn’t their Father at all, just a random man’s head. 

“How long do I have to look?” Sansa questioned, as tears threatened to escape her eyes as she gazed up staring at the severed of her Father. 

“As long as it pleases me.” Y/N’s blood boiled beneath her flesh as she observed Joffrey act out the emotional trauma onto her little sister. 

“Do you want to see the rest?” 

“If it pleases you, your Grace?” Joffrey pointed up at the head beside’s their Fathers, yet another familiar severed head had been placed on a Pyke. 

“That’s your Sceptre there. I’ll tell you what I’m going to give my darling future wife and my new Sister in law a present. After I have raised my armies and killed your traitor brother, I’m going to give you his head as well.” Y/N had heard enough derogatory comments about her family, she had observed Joffrey stand there and attempt to psychologically destroy her little sister. 

“Perhaps he will give me yours instead.” Joffrey didn’t seem to understand where the sudden confidence boast had come from, he took a couple of steps back further onto the bridge. 

“My Mother tells me a King should never strike his lady...Ser Meryn.” Ser Meryn took Y/N by her shoulder, turning her around before slightly slapping her around the face twice, Y/N felt the blood trickle from her lip. Joffrey had just made another big mistake. Looking down at the concrete floor below, this was her chance she could kill him now, she begins to close the gap between herself and Joffrey when she felt a gentle arm on her shoulder. 

“Here.”  The Hound, a gigantic burly man with a burn on half of his face, presented her with a handkerchief. She politely thanked him. 

“I’ll look for you both in Court.” Joffrey stormed away with Ser Meryn Trant following behind him like a lost puppy. The moment Y/N’s feet were firmly on the concrete, no longer standing on the wooden planks, Sansa’s arms were around her neck. 

“It is going to be okay, little sister. I will not let him hurt you any more than he already has.” 

“We’re stuck here...No-body is going to save us, he’s going to kill Robb and then he will kill us for good measure.” Y/N ducked her head down wiping Sansa’s tears that followed down her rosy cheeks. 

“You must not think such things,  everything will be fine, we just have to plan things carefully. Now, why don’t you go ahead and fix that beautiful face of yours? Father always did hate it when any of us cried.” Sansa reluctantly left her older sisters arms heading the direction of her Chambers. Y/N stood looking up at her Father’s head. 

“You should quit tormenting yourself.” The gruff voice of the Hound broke her concentration on her Father’s head. 

“I would rather be the one tormenting myself rather than that blonde haired bastard.” Y/N spat, the Hound almost stumbled at her words, typically highborn ladies never spoke like that. If her Mother had been around, she would have gone ballistic. 

“Most women would be happy to become Queen.” 

“I have never desired to be a Queen in my entire life when I was younger I begged my Mother and Father never marry me off to some suitor for politics....what do they do? They give me to a man-child. A man-child who will attempt to make me become submissive and a dutiful wife, he’s going to have to kill me before any of that happens. I’d rather be the first women to join the Wall.”

“You mustn’t speak like that, not when the walls have ears. You are going to marry the King and there’s no escaping that.” 

“Do you think I need a protector? You have no idea what I am capable of. Ser Clegane, I’m not a Princess who needs protecting. If I were you, I’d be protecting Joffrey.” A deep snort broke the silence between you, looking up at the tall man, Y/N observed the small smile that had she had brought to his lips. 

“You’ve got some balls on ya girl. Ya can tell you a fucking Stark.”  Y/N raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Is there a problem with a woman having balls?” The Hound shook his head. 

“Come, little Swan. I’ll walk ya back to your Chambers before ya try and kill the fucking King.” Y/N and the Hound began to walk towards her chambers. The silence echoing between them but it was far from awkward. It was rather soothing and normal. It had been the first time Y/N felt normal. 

That night Y/N laid awake. Sleep refused to come to her again, yet she wasn’t surprised. Unlike last night she refused to stare at the ceiling waiting for the sun to shine signalling it was time for her to break her fast. Slipping out of bed, she dove underneath her bed to find her trunk, digging deep amongst the many dresses her Mother had made her pack was one of the few items that her Mother had technically forbidden. Her trousers, her dagger and a shirt. As quickly as she could she slipt on her clothing throwing her cloak on to disguise her appearance before exiting the room, heading on an unknown journey. 

The castle was menacing at night, not be able to see who was lurking around the corner attempting to witness anything that they might be able to take back to King Joffrey. The only people who were awake, where the guards who were supposed to keep guard, however many slept on patrol, silently hoping none of them ever get caught. 

Y/N had no destined location, she just walked hoping that something or somewhere might be able to spark her interests at this ungodly hour. Her thoughts were consumed with nothing, just merely focusing on each step she took, she never heard the man approaching her from behind. 

“Little Swan, what on earth are you doing out of bed? Did your parents never tell you of what lurks in the night?” Sandor’s deep rumble made Y/N jump out of her skin. She should have kept her wits about her, 

“They did when I was simply a babe. However unless your blind I am indeed a grown woman now and refused to be terrified by old wives tales...Why are you awake?”

“Should be askin’ ya the same pissin’ question. I don’t sleep much,..now why are ya awake?” 

“I don’t sleep much.” Y/N quipped back, Sandor rolled his eyes. Whilst any regular person he would have killed them instantly, yet there was something about this girl that he perhaps liked. 

“Alright, smart arse...Since we’re both awake, come I’ll show ya place we can go.” Following Sandor’s directions, she was able to match pace with him, no-one had been able to match his long strides before yet with her she matched every stride. 

“What the fuck are ya wearing?” Sandor questioned, as he led Y/N to his unknown location, Y/N was wondering if it was something that men liked to do, take women to secret locations, Joffrey she could predict yet Sandor was proving to be a law this own.

“Clothes” Sandor scoffed, this girl was truly something. No high-born was ever so sarcastic yet elegant and sophisticated before. Y/N carried the traits of a Stark yet the traits of a regular common person that Sandor encountered o the streets daily. 

“Princess by day, a commoner by fucking night.” Y/N snorted, she never thought about it in that way. Perhaps Sandor had a point, in the day she wore the finest of gowns and shoes that she could barely stand to keep her feet in, at night she tore all of that away and began a regular person. 

Sandor made his way through the dark corridors almost expertly, he didn’t carry a lantern so he could see where he was walking too. The minute he stopped, Y/N almost walked into his back. 

Sandor slumped against a wall and Y/N joined beside him. Sandor pulled open a bottle of an unknown substance taking a glug before passing it to Y/N/ 

“Here’ drink.” Who was Y/N to deny the offer, she wasn’t about to fall asleep so why not at least attempt to get one happy memory of this hell hole? It was the least that it owed her. It was already taking everything away from her. Y/N took several large gulps enjoying the sweet burn that it gave her. Sandor analysed the young women who didn’t seem to recoil at the taste of wine, he presumed that she might have had some now and again but to be able to knock it back the way she was, she was more than used to large quantities of such a desired taste. 

“Tell me little Swan, if I hadn’t caught ya out here by yourself, what would ya have done?” Looking up at Sandor, Y/N shrugged before taking the wine bottle out of his hand drinking some more. 

“Escaping is not an option. Joffrey would find me, have me executed...he’d probably move onto Sansa...I guess I would have strolled around the palace until I either got caught or the sun began to rise and I would have gotten myself pressed and presentable so no-one was none the wiser.” 

“I would have killed him by now. The King is nothing more than a whiny cunt.” Y/N smirked attempting to hide the giggle that was so desperately attempting to escape the confines of her lips. 

“When you speak like that you remind me of my brothers, Robb had a funny feeling about him the moment he laid his eyes on him.”

“Your brother’s called Joffrey a whiny cunt?” 

“Not in so many words, I presumed it was along the same meaning.” Sandor stole back the bottle of wine just before Y/N took another sip. 

“Must be close to your brothers.” 

“I’m closer to Jon out of everyone. I love Robb and Theon with everything I have, but Robb sometimes reminds me too much of Father and Theon has had a crush on me since we were younger...I’d ask about your brother but he seems like a right dick.” Sandor high pitch chuckle broke Sandor’s lips, unsuspecting for Sandor to have such a high pitch chuckle, the two of them began laughing.

“Little Swan, you might be the only Royal Blood that I don’t actually hate.” That night Y/N and Sandor spoke until the sun was close to rising. The conversations weren’t deep or intrusive, it was mindless and effortless. Perhaps the two weren’t as alone as they believed they were... 

A few days passed and Joffrey seemed to keep his distance. During the day Y/N pretended to go on as if nothing was going on, she presented herself as a true lady, at night she’d meet up with Sandor to talk about their days. No one knew of their meetings and that’s the way they both liked it. For the pair of them, it was something to look forward to away from the struggles that the rising sun brought down on the pair of them. 

Y/N knew something was off the minute Joffrey sent her to meet in the Throne room she’d heard whispers of the ongoing war that Joffrey was having to face. Robb was on the move and ever progressing towards Lannister territory  Y/N knew her brother was not an expert at coming up with battle plans, more often times than none Robb thought with his brain than his heart. Y/N prayed that her brother had help that he was being strong and determined, but remaining to be the kind soul that he was. 

As Y/N entered the throne room, she knew what exactly was about to happen. Joffrey, Ser Meryn Trant and Sandor stood at the front. Something has happened, Robb has progressed further or won a battle. Y/N graciously bowed to Joffrey. 

“Do you know why your here my sweet?” Joffrey questioned, raising from the throne and down the steps towards her. 

“No, your Grace is something the matter.” Y/N questioned with a sickly sweet voice. 

“Yes, little wolf I am afraid there is.” Y/N almost gagged Little Wolf Y/N had begun to appreciate Sandor calling her Little Swan but Joffrey’s words made her want to rip her own tongue out. 

“Whatever is the matter. I am sure there is something I can do to help you.” Joffrey’s hand stretched out and tenderly cupped her face, gently directing her eyes to look at him. ��

“Your traitor brother continues to progress further towards my territory. It appears Little Wolf that he is certain that he believes he can defeat me, so I’m going to send him a message...if he begins to press further on this is going to happen each and every time.” Joffrey suddenly lets go of Y/N’s face, nodding. Ser Meryn Trant approached out of no-where slightly punching Y/N in the gut. Y/N buckled over grabbing hold of her stomach. 

“It’s such a shame you really are beautiful for a traitor, but your brother has to learn his lesson what happens when you mess with the King.” Ser Meryn delivered punch after punch to Y/N, her back, ribs, stomach, even her face despite Joffrey’s protests that he has to look at his future wife’s face. Ser Meryn’s excuse I’m sorry your Grace I got carried away. Time and time again Y/N did everything in her power to stand up refusing to back down. It got to a point where the young women couldn’t stand after a particularly strong kick to her stomach. 

“I think that’s enough, but we need something to send to her brother cut off some of her hair.” Y/N couldn’t fight back as Ser Meryn took his dagger cutting off a section of Y/N’s hair. 

“Come Ser Meryn, Hound. We’ve got some business to attend to. I’m sure my future wife will be able to get her own way back to whether she pleases.” Y/N’s eyes met Sandor’s slowly begging him to go. The entire beating Sandor’s face remained stoic but she was beginning to know him, underneath the facade he was fuming, she could see the fire burning underneath. 

Once Joffrey, Ser Meryn and Sandor left. Y/N attempted to raise herself off of the ground but at the most, she could lift up her head. Pulling her muscles together she attempted again, this time she managed to sit up. Her body ached in protest as pain scorched through her liked wildfire. 

“Lady Y/N, are you alright?” Tyrion Lannister’s enthusiastic voice broke Y/N’s determination to get up. 

“I am fine. Thank you m’Lord.” With the rest of her energy Y/N rose to her feet but she staggered as her head rushed swaying back and forth. 

“Who did this to you? You must see a Maester immediately. 

“I appreciate your concern Lord Tyrion. However, this is something I must get used to. So I will treat myself. If you ‘re so curious who has done to me perhaps you should ask your precious nephew and Ser Meryn Trant.” Once Y/N had gathered her mind enough to walk, she exited the room slowly with a limp leaving Tyrion to stand there. 

Tyrion watched the young woman leave, wondering what had his nephew had been doing to his bride, whatever it was, he was going to find out. 

The night came, Y/N’s injuries had begun to get worse, she wanted to go ahead and meet Sandor but the pain was too much she’d hope he’d understand. She hoped that he had managed to keep to keep calm around Joffrey while doing his bidding. A knock on her door alerted her immediately. It was too late for a handmaiden of any sort or a guard to request her presence for Joffrey.  Grabbing hold of her dagger, she slowly crept her away to the door, her hand rested the doorknob as she slowly twisted it pulling it open she lunged for whoever it was, she almost stumbled back when she realised it was Sandor. 

“Sandor, what are you doing here?” Y/N looked down to see that he was carrying a box of something. 

“I’ve brought some medical supplies, the imp was talking about how you refused medical treatment, you can’t let those injuries go untreated.” Sandor closed the door, set the wooden box down before looking around the room to find a light source. Approaching the lanterns, Y/N knew he was hesitant.

“Sandor...let me light the lanterns.” Closing the gap between them, Y/N slowly lifted her hand onto his pushing them away from the lantern. Grabbing hold of the flick Y/N lit the lanterns one after the other. 

“You didn’t have to do that...Lift up your shirt, I need to see how bad it is.” Y/N slowly lift up her shirt just beneath her breasts as Sandor looked at her stomach with uneasiness. Meryn Trant had done a number on her, her normally Y/S/C was now plastered with bright yellows, purples, greens that matched perfectly with the right side of her face. 

“Just like you didn’t have to come and patch me up. Looks like we’re even.” 

“Even...if I had done something to protect ya then you wouldn’t be in this state.” Y/N watched the frown fall on Sandor’s face. 

“This is not your fault. If you had stepped in then you’d be dead. This place is hell on a daily basis. I don’t know if it’s the same for you but you have made everything about this place slightly easier. You give me something to look forward to at the end of the day.” Sandor didn’t respond, Y/N hadn’t expected him to. 

“Lay down on the bed. I’ll be able to patch you up from there.” Y/N nodded as she proceeded to lay down while Sandor rummaged through his box to find what he needed, ever so slowly began to apply a thick paste over each and every bruise that had appeared thanks to Meryn Trant’s beating. 

Sandor noted how Y/N was not repulsed by his touch, she remained still whilst he could see the pain on her face. He observed her, those Y/C/E watched him rather than what he was doing. He could quite easily cop a feel of her breasts or take advantage of yet she was focused on him She trusts me, Sandor, thought 

It took a while for Sandor to make sure each and every bruise was now covered with the thick paste. At some point, Y/N had fallen asleep and Sandor was completely bewildered to how. A strange man in her chambers yet she had fallen asleep You're not any stranger He’s mind thought. He should have left. the moment he realised that she had fallen asleep, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tear himself away from the woman who showed him kindness on a daily basis, a woman who wasn’t bothered to say how exactly what it is. Y/N saw through the tough persona and his harsh words to everyone else yet he couldn’t bring himself to say things like that to her. 

He had fallen for Y/N Stark and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do to keep her safe living in Kingslanding. He needed to change that, she wasn’t safe here, Joffrey would kill her the minute he realised that he could have some other Queen. Leaning over her he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, taking in her sweet scent that was so juxtaposed to his own. Standing up, he moved to the other side of the bed, he kicked off his shoes joining her making sure he kept to his own side. 

Looking down at the young women who had sparked a flame to his heart, he knew he had to something he had never done before, he had to become the hero, he had to save her from Joffrey and the rest of the Lannisters. In the morning he would began to plan their escape....

[sapphireclaw]

Let Me Make it Up to You (chapter 3)

Back at it again with this gottdang thing. with TWO illustrations this time. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Once again, inspired by this post by @ectoimp

chapters: 1/2/3 

Lewis saw the two Deadbeats flee the suddenly tense atmosphere, but he didn’t pay them any mind. He could only stare like a deer caught in the headlights. Arthur gazed right back with glazed eyes wide with horror and disbelief. He looked devastated, like the world was crumbling right before his eyes.

“A-Arthur…” Lewis choked out, but trailed off. What was he to say? Hey buddy! I’m dead, but it’s ok!

“You… you’re a ghost?” Arthur’s eyes filled with tears, and his voice trembled. “Lewis… no, you can’t be Lewis!” He suddenly shouted. He glared scathingly at the ghost, trembling hands clenched into fists at his sides. “This has to be a trick! Lewis isn’t dead! Lewis would never try to hurt me! He- he isn’t… he isn’t gone. He can’t be…” Arthur’s snarled words tapered off into a broken whisper. He looked away from Lewis and stared down at his feet as his shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.

This was happening too fast, too soon. Lewis hoped he had another day or two before he had to face Arthur. Of course, nothing ever went to plan. Now he had to find a way to keep from losing his friend completely.

“Arthur…” Lewis started again. He scrambled for something to say. “I… Yeah. I-It’s me.”

Arthur’s head snapped up and connected his gaze to Lewis’s. He didn’t speak, only stared. His eyes were wide, pupils tiny pinpricks against gold iris, glazed with tears. They darted to and fro, studying every detail of Lewis’s skull face, trying to find some sign that this was all a cruel trick.

“No… you aren’t Lewis…” Arthur insisted, covering his face with his mismatched hands as he shook his head from side to side.

Lewis stared back at his best friend, heart aching. Arthur was in denial. He knew that what Lewis said was true, but he didn’t want to believe it. It would take more than words to convince him completely. Lewis wished that he could take it back. He wished he hadn’t confirmed his identity. He could have thought up some excuse, told Arthur that he was wrong, that he had no idea who Lewis Pepper was. He didn’t know how Arthur was going to react to this, and that scared him. It was too late, now, though. He had to face this. There was no backing out.

Lewis took a deep breath he didn’t need and looked away from his hysterical best friend. He clenched his fists, tensed his shoulders, and counted backwards from ten. He made a decision. He hoped it was the right one.

With a flurry of fire, he changed. He felt a light pressure curl around him, like putting on a coat, only all over. He just hoped that his human projection looked better now than it did when he wore it last.

When Lewis opened his eyes and looked up at Arthur, he knew that he’d succeeded in convincing him of his true identity. Arthur’s eyes were even wider now, a feat Lewis thought to be impossible. The rest of Arthur’s face was devoid of emotion. He just stood there, motionless, staring up at the ghost that now looked exactly like his lost friend.

Lewis dared to float closer. “Artie-”

Arthur screamed.

Lewis recoiled, losing hold on his human projection and reverted back to his skeletal appearance in shock. Of all reactions, this one wasn’t one Lewis was prepared for.

“Lewis?! You-you’re dead! Why?! How?! Why are you here!?” Arthur shouted, wild gaze frantically darting over Lewis’s form. Then, his eyes snapped up to meet glowing ones, full of horror. “You… you tried to kill me. You tried to kill me! Wh-What did I do?! Why would you-” Arthur’s hysterical babbling suddenly cut off with a choked gasp. He paled as white as a sheet. His gaze darted to his metal arm and stayed there. For a whole minute, the kitchen was dead silent as Arthur stood, frozen, staring down at his prosthetic. Then, he began to tremble and his breathing picked up until he was hyperventilating. Lewis quickly realized that Arthur was remembering.

When the most heart-wrenching of sobs began falling from Arthur’s trembling lips, the ghost snapped out of his shock and floated forward, arms reaching out to comfort.

“A-Arthur, don’t-”

Arthur’s gaze snapped back up to Lewis, and the pure, unadulterated terror in his eyes made the ghost stop dead. Arthur’s whole body trembled as he stumbled back a step. He clutched his metal arm to his chest, gripping it so tight that his flesh hand was white. He frantically shook his head, and Lewis worried briefly about Arthur’s neck. He didn’t take another step closer.

“D-don’t!” Arthur practically shrieked. “I-I didn’t mean to! I didn’t want this! P-please believe me! I never wanted to… to…” the blond’s pleas fell away with a hysterical sob. “Oh god! O-Oh god, I killed you! You’re dead! Lewis, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I'msorryI’msorry-”

Lewis could only watch with a growing sense of horror and guilt as his dear friend fell into hysterics. Arthur apologized over and over as he stared not at the ghost in front of him, but through him, seeing something that Lewis couldn’t. He tugged harshly at his blond hair as he buried his hands in it, shaking from head to toe. It quickly became unbearable, and the ghost couldn’t stop himself from acting.

Despite Arthur’s choked scream and his desperate scramble away, Lewis caught him in his arms and held him tight against his chest. Arthur’s breaths left his lungs in harsh, gasping sobs, between which came whispered pleas for mercy as he struggled frantically against Lewis’s unyielding grasp. Lewis only held tighter, afraid that if he let go, he would never get the chance to hold Arthur ever again. He pinned the struggling man against him with one arm and raised the other to slowly run his fingers through spiky blond hair soothingly, whispering reassurances. He was nearly drowned out by Arthur’s own hysterical voice.

“Calm down, Arthur. I know. I know, okay? I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I swear.” Lewis hushed softly. He repeated the words over and over, hoping they’d get through his friend’s thick skull.

It took a while, but Arthur’s struggles and pleas slowed, and eventually stopped. Lewis didn’t know if it was because he tired himself out, or if he believed his words. Either way, Lewis didn’t dare let go or fall silent just yet.

“I promise, Arthur, I forgive you. You didn’t mean to kill me, and I’m so sorry I tried to hurt you. I was wrong. I know that now. Please don’t be afraid of me, Artie. I still love you. So much,” Lewis whispered firmly as he loosened his hold just enough to rub Arthur’s back in soothing circles.

The two stayed like that for a while. Arthur’s heart-rending sobs had fallen to pitiful whimpers and sniffles, but Lewis knew that his words got through to him when he felt a pair of mismatched arms wrap around him in return. Arthur clung to him now, his face buried in the folds of the ghost’s suit as he began to hiccup.

Lewis chuckled quietly. Arthur always hiccuped after he had a good cry. It didn’t happen often, but the sound was familiar and put Lewis at ease somehow. It was a while before one of them spoke.

“You’re a ghost, Lewis.” Arthur whispered brokenly. He sounded so sad. It hurt Lewis’s already cracked heart.

“I know.” Lewis murmured, petting the top of Arthur’s head.

“You’re dead.”

“I know.”

“I k-killed you.”

“No you didn’t. That wasn’t you.”

“This is all my fault.”

Lewis sighed and pulled slightly away from Arthur, just enough to tip his head up and make him meet his eyes. “Are you even listening to me? That wasn’t you. I realized what happened after I found you again. You turned green, Arthur. That’s a sign of possession, as in, something else was in control of your body. It wasn’t you.” Lewis gently tapped his knuckles against Arthur’s forehead. “When will this get through your thick skull? How many times am I gonna have to say it? Because I will say it a hundred times every day until you believe it.”

Arthur gave a tiny, wobbly smile. “It’s going to take a while, Lewis. I can’t just… forget what happened, especially after only remembering it just now.” Then, everything else Lewis said seemed to register. “E-every day? So, you’re staying?” Arthur looked hopeful.

Lewis nodded, smiling. “Of course I’m staying. Who else will make sure you take care of yourself? Did you think I was going to just move on or something after this?”

Arthur let out a breathy laugh and wiped at his eyes. “I don’t know, man… everything is just so messed up.” Arthur broke eye contact and instead stared at Lewis’s magenta ascot. He picked at the material with his fingers nervously. “This doesn’t feel real…”

Lewis laughed. “Of course it isn’t real. This whole body is just a projection. My suit isn’t made of real cloth.”

Arthur snorted and thumped his metal fist against Lewis’s chest. “That’s not what I meant!” He sighed and slumped against the ghost, as if he lost the strength to stand. “It’s just… I’ve been looking for you for nine months, Lewis. I thought that whatever happened to Vivi’s memory happened to you. I thought that you were out there somewhere, lost and confused. I was going to find you and bring you home… alive.” Arthur reached up and lightly touched his metal fingertips to the heart that beat a sad rhythm against Lewis’ chest.

The ghost sighed and took Arthur’s prosthetic hand in his own much larger one, pulling it away from his anchor. He stepped out of the embrace and held the hand in both of his, stroking a thumb over the cold metal. “I’m sorry, Arthur. Nothing about this is ideal. We all lost something that night, but nothing can change what happened. We can only move forward.” Lewis reached out and cupped Arthur’s cheek, wiping away some of the lingering tear streaks under the blond’s eyes. “It will be hard, I know.  Like it or not, we’ve changed because of what we went through, but only time will tell if we can grow and move on despite it all. Whatever happens, I’ll be there for you and Vivi every step of the way. I promise.”

Arthur gave Lewis a watery smile and rubbed the back of his flesh hand over his eyes. “Ah, man, there you go again, making me cry. I’m the one who should be apologizing, yet here you are busting out the pep talks. You haven’t changed a bit.” Arthur’s expression suddenly changed to one of confusion and worry as he sniffed the air. “Say, do you smell something burning?”

“Huh?” Lewis followed Arthur’s example and sniffed. The stinging smell of acrid smoke assaulted him. “Your breakfast!” Lewis gasped, horrified.

The ghost quickly left Arthur’s side and rushed to the oven. The door flew open and let a few wisps of smoke escape and drift toward the ceiling. Lewis cursed and pulled the two hot pans out. He groaned and poked at the food with a conjured fork.

“Aw, man… I hope you like your eggs well done, Arthur.” Lewis griped.

Arthur walked over and peered around the ghost. “It’s just a little burnt around the edges. I’ll still eat it, you know I’m not a picky eater.” The blond scrunched up his face and waved a hand in front of his nose. “I wouldn’t object to opening a window, though. I’m not a fan of the smell of smoke.”

Lewis gave the food one last glare before he turned around to do as Arthur asked. “Yeah, it it does smell pretty bad.” He muttered.

Lewis was halfway across the kitchen when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks with a gasp. Arthur stared at Lewis’s tense back questioningly and slowly approached the motionless specter.

“Lewis? You okay, buddy?” The blond called hesitantly.

Lewis slowly turned to face Arthur, who quickly noticed what looked like skin creep over his skull. It took a minute, but he was soon staring up at a very human-looking face. The only thing that didn’t change was his suit and his spooky eyes, which were wide and absolutely sparkling.

“Holy shit.” Lewis whispered in awe.

Arthur, confused, raised his eyebrows and gestured helplessly. “What are we holy shitting at? Speak to me, dude.”

Without warning, Lewis grabbed Arthur and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. The ghost laughed long and loud as he twirled his friend around the kitchen.

“I can smell! Holy shit, I can smell things! Do you know what this means, Arthur?!” Lewis cried happily. Arthur could only wheeze in reply, but that didn’t seem to faze the ghost. “Something is happening. I don’t know what, but whatever it is, it’s something amazing!” Lewis suddenly plonked Arthur back on his feet and began pacing the kitchen, hands gesturing wildly. “This is so strange! Ever since I came back, I didn’t have a sense of smell, but it’s suddenly returned! Why, though? Why now?” The ghost continued to pace, even going as far as walking vertically up the wall as if it were nothing and across the ceiling. He paced upside-down for a while as Arthur watched, slightly horrified. “What else can I get back? I would love to taste things again. Do you think that’s a possibility? Maybe I’ll be able to feel warmth and cold next. Ah, maybe that wouldn’t be for the best. What if my flames burn me when I try to use them?” Lewis’s hair was flickering and spitting sparks in his excitement as he babbled. “I wonder what brought this on? Maybe it’s because of you, Arthur? Maybe by letting go of my grudge against you, I’ve regained something that I lost?”

Arthur could only dazedly watch his friend walk literally all over the kitchen, completely baffled. Lewis always had a problem with pacing when he thought, but this was ridiculous. “Ah, Lewis, maybe we should ask Vivi about this? She’s the expert.” He suggested.

Lewis halted, luckily with his feet planted firmly on the floor, not the ceiling, and turned to Arthur with the biggest, brightest grin on his face. It made his heart skip a beat. “You’re right! I bet Vivi would love to figure this out!” Lewis seemed to remember something. “Oh! Vivi! We should probably get her up so she can eat breakfast with us.” Lewis beamed down at Arthur and playfully clapped him on the back, which in turn knocked the air from his lungs and sent him sprawling to the floor.

Lewis gasped and quickly crouched down to help the wheezing man up. “I’m so sorry! I guess I don’t have the best control over my strength, huh?” Arthur only groaned into the tile floor and didn’t attempt to stand. “Arthur? D-did I really hurt you? Oh jeez. Here, let me get you up.”

Lewis grabbed the motionless Arthur around the waist and began lifting him, but he didn’t get far. Something smashed into the side of his head with so much force, he was sent flying into a kitchen cabinet. While he could still feel pain, it was usually dulled and easily ignored, but whatever just hit him hurt like hell. While Lewis was trying to make sense of his now rapidly spinning world, he heard Arthur’s voice.

“Holy shit, Vivi!” Arthur shrieked. The ringing in Lewis’s ears nearly drowned out the blond’s words. He could swear he was seeing literal stars.

“Oh my god, you’re alive! Where are you hurt? I’m so sorry, Arthur. I should have listened to you. I should have never trusted the ghost or left you alone! I must’ve fallen asleep and now you’re hurt!” Vivi cried.

Lewis struggled to make sense of the blurry blue and yellow shapes moving around in front of him, but his head hurt so bad that he couldn’t think straight, let alone see.

“Vivi! You-you just hit him! With a bat!”

“Hell yeah, I did! It’s a good thing I had this in the van. I knew all that ghost defense stuff we bought in Amity Park would pay off! If that ghost dares to even take one step toward you, he’ll get another taste of anti-creep stick!” Vivi crowed.

“W-what?!” Arthur gasped. “But those things hurt ghosts!”

“I think this is just a regular bat, actually.” Vivi mumbled.

By that point, Lewis’s vision was beginning to clear and his splitting headache was fading. The ghost groaned and sat up against the damaged cabinet, rubbing at his eyes and temples in an attempt to alleviate the lingering pain. He heard Arthur gasp and looked up in time to see the blond scramble to his side.

“You’re okay!” Arthur said, relieved. He reached out and gently touched the side of Lewis’s head where the bat had struck, wincing. “Ah, jeez… a hit like that could have caved a skull in. I don’t see anything, though. Do ghosts bruise?”

Lewis shook his head and used the countertop to pull himself to his feet, where he swayed unsteadily for a moment or two. “I don’t really have blood, so I won’t bruise, but damn did Vivi sure try.”

Arthur winced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, dude. I didn’t even hear her come in.”

“Um, can someone please explain what’s going on?”

Lewis and Arthur turned to face Vivi, who had her arms folded, the cursed bat still clutched in one hand as she glared at them. “I wake up, find you gone, come running down here only to smell smoke and see you lying face down on the floor at the feet of the ghost who tried to kill you yesterday, yet now you’re all buddy-buddy with him?” Vivi said, pointing at Lewis with the bat.

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck nervously while Lewis fidgeted next to him. “Ah, we kind of made up last night. He’s actually pretty cool.” The blond said lamely.

Vivi raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what is Mr. Cool-Ghost’s name, then?”

“It’s Lew- wait, no.” Arthur stopped himself just in time. If he said Lewis’s real name, Vivi would just blank it out. “U-Um… well… h-his name is-”

“Lou. My name is Lou.” Lewis butted in.

Arthur glanced at him and smiled gratefully. “Y-yeah. Vivi, meet Lou, who is totally undeserving of the anti-creep stick’s wrath,” he said pointedly, glaring at the mentioned weapon. “He was only trying to help me up.”

Vivi winced and looked at Lewis apologetically. “Oh yeah, sorry about that. I just panicked when I couldn’t find Arthur.” She said sheepishly.

Lewis waved a hand dismissively. “No harm done. It’s actually kind of sweet that you’d beat a ghost off with a bat for your friend.” He chuckled with a dazzling smile.

Vivi stared at Lewis for a moment or two, a light dusting of pink on her cheeks. She leaned over and whispered to Arthur, “When exactly did the skeleton turn into a hot dude?”

Arthur burst out laughing, and Vivi’s blush darkened. She none-too-gently whacked Arthur’s back with the bat and he shut up quick.

“Sorry, sorry.” Arthur wheezed, rubbing his now aching spine. “It’s just… you have no idea, Viv.” He chuckled with a mischievous smirk.

Vivi hummed and leaned closer to Arthur, eyes narrow. “What do you mean I have no idea? Do you think Lou is hot too?”

Arthur’s face flushed pure red and he squawked, “Wh-what?! O-of course not! Why would you think that?!”

Lewis laughed at his friends’ antics and quickly added his two cents. “I’m hurt, Arthur. You don’t think I’m attractive?” He said with a pout.

Arthur’s blush extended past his neck and covered his face with his hands, mortified. “You two are unbelievable! You’re going to team up against me!” He cried.

Lewis’s laugh was booming, and while it had a terrifyingly distorted echo, the two didn’t seem to care one bit. The ghost once again clapped Arthur on the back, taking care to not knock him off his feet again.

“Don’t worry, Art, I’ll take your side every once and a while.” Lewis said. Arthur only groaned loudly behind his hands as the ghost guided him to the dining room table. “Now, sit down and eat, you two. Your food is cold already.”

Vivi happily took a seat, eager to eat as always. “You made us breakfast?”

“Yeah. Had a lot of fun doing it too.” Lewis said as he went to retrieve the omelettes.

He heard Arthur snicker. “Yeah, you should have heard him, Viv. He was singing his heart out in here with his little ghosts.”

Lewis would have objected, or blushed if he could, instead he simply warmed the food back up with a quick flare of controlled fire, and dished it. He brought the plates back to the table and set them in front of his friends.

“Sorry. They’re a bit burnt. I’m a little rusty in the kitchen.” He said sheepishly as he used his powers to conjure silverware for the two humans to use. “I could grab something for your dog to eat, too.” Lewis sat down at the head of the table and looked around. “Where is the little guy, anyways?”

Vivi looked up from her plate briefly, cheeks full of food. “I dunno.” She mumbled before swallowing. “I’ll call him.”

As she did that, Lewis eagerly watched Arthur take a bite of his meal. The blond’s face lit up and he practically melted into a happy puddle. “Oh my god. I missed your cooking so much, man.” He groaned before digging in without another word.

Lewis chuckled. The warm flame in his chest grew at his friend’s praise and he couldn’t help feeling proud of himself. Lewis watched two of the most important people in his life happily enjoy what he made. The ghost closed his eyes and rested his chin on the palms of his hands as he felt himself relax. He simply basked in the presence of his dear friends. He heard their heartbeats and felt the energy of their souls, flickering with life. Vivi’s was an energetic pink color, while Arthur’s was sunset orange with just a hint of green. They were alive, and while Lewis himself wasn’t, he found that he was somehow content with that.

Then, a third energy joined the others. This one was an overpowering crimson, writhing and shimmering with an almost oppressive magic. Lewis opened his eyes quickly and stared at the source in confusion and unease.

“Mystery! There you are! Come on, Lou has some food for you!” Vivi said happily, leaving the table to collect her pet.

The sound of a shattering plate pierced the air, followed by a chair clattering loudly to the floor. Lewis turned his attention to the noise and was shocked to see Arthur with his back against the wall, trembling uncontrollably. His metal arm was spitting yellow sparks as it rattled and convulsed. Arthur looked positively terrified, even more so than he did before, when he thought Lewis was going to kill him. His wide eyes were trained on Mystery, full of such a potent horror that it brought about an intense urge to protect him in Lewis.

The ghost left his seat and firmly planted himself between Arthur and Mystery, who looked both shocked and nervous, two very human emotions that looked out of place on a canine’s face. Lewis pinned the creature with a fiery glare.

“What the hell are you?”

[queenmarytudor]

Mary’s allies #5 - Nicholas Carew

Nicholas Carew was born around 1496, and in his youth was one of the best friends of the future King Henry VIII. He distinguished himself particularly in the lists, with Hans Holbein later painting a portrait of himself in full armour (See below). Nicholas gained a reputation as a “reprobate”, leading to Thomas Wolsey labelling him and the rest of Henry’s closest friends as “youths of evil counsel”. Despite this, his absence from court was not long, and in July 1522 he was promoted to Master of Horse. After this he was often sent on diplomatic missions to France, becoming highly regarded by Francis I.

A distant relative to Anne Boleyn through their common ancestor Lord Thomas Hoo, as Anne rose in favour Nicholas too remained close to the King. In June 1531, as Henry publicly left Catherine of Aragon to spend the summer with Anne, Eustace Chapuys noted that: 

“He (the King) had already left Windsor and other places to pass the time, having only in his company the lady (Anne Boleyn), the master of horse (Nicholas Carew) and two others”.

As early as 1532 however, Nicholas began to turn away from Anne and actively work against her, reporting news to Spanish Ambassador Chapuys:

“The Marchioness of Exeter has sent Chapuys a letter, not signed, but either from her husband (Henry Courtenay) or the Grand Esquire (Nicholas Carew) saying that he had heard from Gregory Casale, who has been negotiating with cardinals Grammont and Tournon, whom the two Kings are sending to Rome, that one of their principal charges is to summon the Pope to declare immediately that the divorce should be pronounced.”

This continued over the next years, with Nicolas meeting Chapuys in person in 1534 to tell him that:

“I have learned from the Master of the Horse that when the Lady began to complain of the said young lady, because she did not do either in word or deed the reverence she expected, the King went away from her very angry, complaining of her importunity.” 

The King’s anger would also flare a year later; in July 1535 it was reported that “the King wishes to kill his fool because he spoke well of the Queen and Princess. He has been banished from Court.” Nicholas later sheltered the fool in his own home, leading to speculation that he had coached the man into saying his personal thoughts. 

Despite working against the King, Nicholas was still rising high, receiving a position in the Order of the Garter “to the great disappointment of Rochford (George Boleyn), who was seeking for it, and all the more because the Concubine has not had sufficient influence to get it for her brother.” 

Indeed, while he rose higher then his cousins, he was actively promoting the rise of Henry’s third wife - Jane Seymour in 1536. Chapuys wrote to Charles V that Nicholas “continually counsels Mrs. Semel (Jane Seymour) and other conspirators”. As well as encouraging Jane on how to gain the affections of the King, Nicholas was also encouraging Princess Mary. He sent her a message “to tell the Princess to be of good cheer, for shortly the opposite party would put water in their wine, for the King was already as sick and tired of the concubine as could be.”

Shortly after this, he was arrested and interrogated in the Tower of London with several others. Sir Anthony Browne is recorded as saying in his examination that:

“Mr Carow. showed him lately that he had received a letter from the lady Mary, as he supposes, and thereupon decl[ared] that Mr. Secretary had written a letter [to] her, advising her to submit to th[e King], and showed him that she would so do, [as] he understood;  whereupon the said Sir An[thony] prayed God to give her grace so to [do];  whereunto the said Mr. Carowe said, if [she will] not submit herself she is undone, for the King is a merciful prince, and [will] take pity of her, if  she will now l[eave her] obstinacy, and cast not herself away.”

While he was released shortly after and even played a prominent part in Prince Edward’s christening in 1537, it would not be long before he was arrested again - and this time he would not be so lucky. On the 31st  of December 1538 “the Grand Escuyer, master Caro, was taken prisoner to the Tower, and the moment his arrest was ordered commissioners went to seize all his goods in his houses.” 

He was suspected of being part of the Exeter conspiracy - a so-called plot to remove King Henry VIII from the throne and replace him with Princess Mary, who would marry Edward Courtenay or Reginald Pole - two men who carried distant royal blood in their veins. The King himself stated in a letter that “by the Cardinal's counsel, his brother Montague and Exeter conspired to destroy the King and Prince and the ladies Mary and Elizabeth, and usurp the whole rule” and “after their execution it was found, by their letters, that Sir Nich. Carew was one of the chief of that faction.”

Eustace Chapuys was told that “the cause of the Escuyer's arrest was a letter found in the coffer of the Marchioness, by which he informed her of some conversations held in the King's chamber; also that the principal thing that had been required of him since his imprisonment was to testify something against the Marquis.”

Nicholas clearly cooperated, as Chapuys later notes “I am told that, in the hope of pardon, he had already revealed several things against both himself and the Marquis; but nothing has been specified.” 

Nicholas’s loyalty to Princess Mary was clearly still evident, as “if any letter of the said Escuyer is found in the possession of the said Marchioness it will be matters concerning the said Princess, of whom the said Escuyer has always shown himself a most devoted servant.”

It is generally agreed the evidence that led to Nicholas Carew’s death was weak, and over-exaggerated to get rid of one of the Princess’s chief supporters. At his trial on the 14th February 1539 it was stated that “said Marquis [Henry Courtenay] at that or other times sent divers traitorous letters to the said Carewe from Westhorseley which the said Carewe traitorously received, which letters they afterwards, to conceal their treason, traitorously burnt.”

Despite his plea of not guilty, Nicholas was found guilty of high treason against the King. On the 3rd of March he was beheaded. In a letter dated the 8th of March, John Butler wrote “Nic. Carew, late master of the Horse, was brought to punishment. As he was led to execution, he exhorted all to study the evangelical books, as he had fallen by hatred to the Gospel.”

With his death, yet another of Princess Mary’s close friends was lost to her, a man who had never stopped fighting for and believing in her and her right as Henry’s heir. As Chapuys stated, “It would seem they wish to leave her as few [devoted servants] such as possible.”

[bairdbc]

Weakness

It's 4:13 am. Couldn't sleep.

Events of the day were swarming, robbing me of peace. Each problem was being rehashed in my mind and I would attempt to find a solution or allow the emotion to consume me. After about an hour of this cyclical event, I began to hear the words of an old song:

Think about His love

Think about His goodness

Think about His grace that brought us through

For as high as the heavens above

So great is the measure of our Father's love

These song lyrics invaded my pondering and fears. The reality of His love, goodness and grace transformed me into a new place of faith. He is enough. His love covers a multitude of sin, weaknesses and failures. His grace is sufficient in our weakness. His love changes, alters and secures us in a new place of favor and righteousness despite our failures.

In late September, I was driving home from working out and I felt the spirit of God speak to me as I was driving down the road. I had experienced yet another tough day at work. I have a job that requires a lot of me. It demands more than I knew I had and never relinquishes. I am constantly being faced with new problems that I fail in my own understanding or training to know how to fix. My job requires Jesus every second. I need His grace to deal with people, solve problems, meet deadlines and generate revenue. I make mistakes constantly and I am finding my inability or ineptitude a stumbling block. I want to be brilliant, loved and adored. I want everyone to like me and dote on me. When I am not in constant favor, I wear it as a shroud and crumble at the pressure. I take it too seriously and spend too much time lamenting my failure. So, here I am trying to process yet another failure at work and God tells me to record my voice on my iPhone.

At 9:08 pm on Sept. 27, 2012, God spoke these words to me:

"I delight in what I can't change. I delight in what I can't see. I delight in what I can't fix because I can't get in the way. I can't make my way. I can only trust in the way, the truth, the life."

At 9:10, I recorded the next phase of revelation:

"I delight in what I don't know. I take pleasure in my weakness. I revel in my faults. It's ok that I don't know. It's ok that I need to learn and ask questions. It's ok that I make mistakes. Because I will grow, evolve, and expand. I will build relationships in the process. I will be truthful, vulnerable, honest and open. In the end, I will be different and my world will be different around me. The people I know will be better for it. It's ok that I don't know because I delight in my weakness. In my weakness, God is His strongest. He takes pleasure in what I cannot do and He becomes what I cannot be. So, the weaker I am, the stronger I am. I delight in my weakness."

At 9:14, God finishes His thought:

"The change I want to see in this world starts with me. It starts with my decisions to walk in integrity. The world is not impressed with my good behavior, my abstaining from sin. What makes change happen, what opens eyes, what gets people to pay attention is when people, in the heat of battle, choose to walk in love. When our flesh rises and wants to defend or retaliate, we choose love. We choose to put the other person before ourselves. Our need to prove and flaunt is swallowed in the necessity to love. This is what changes hearts. When we seek to be better at all costs or when we take responsibility for our actions, we are walking in love. When we take criticism or reach out to others to offer our services as a gift, we walk in love. A leader is a servant. A Christian leader is someone who trusts God to be their everything in the heat of the moment. Even when warring, demanding or battling seems the best way to "win", God's way is always love. It is to wait, surrender, let go and watch Him be integrity for you. That is strength in your weakness. That is shutting up and not settling for your flesh to rule but allowing your spirit to WIN."

I listened to these words today with my dear friend Aleasha and allowed them to wash over me. They literally wiped the tears from my eyes and became a warm blanket of truth that reached into my innermost and rearranged me. My mind was renewed to the reality that weakness is beautiful and precious to God. It allows Him to be the King and savior of our lives. He gets to be daddy. He gets to repair and bind our broken heart. He gets to create in us renewed vigor and strength to continue. He leads us into a new capacity of faith and action that transcends our abilities, strengths and talents. He becomes what we cannot be in all capacities. He becomes an interchange with a client or meets an impossible deadline. He becomes the fight with the spouse, the lawsuit, the tough chat with a family member, friend or co-worker. He becomes a strategy to get out of debt or gifts you with a long awaited prayer request. Today, I learned to celebrate my failure; to relish my inability. I get to allow my Father to create in me a new reality. I get to be changed from the inside-out. That change will empower those around me. As I am changed, my world changes. Those around me see that my change is not because of my holiness or efforts but simply the result of a God who loves me enough to change me.

Weakness is not an embarrassment or something that needs to be hid. It is meant to be celebrated and shared because Jesus is glorified. He gets to be the God who created the universe. Creator God gets to create in me a new woman of faith, accomplishment and vision.

Today, I immediately felt as Paul did in 2 Corinthians 12:9-10. I was fighting today. I felt paralyzed by my failure. Here is a recap of what God spoke to Paul following several requests for the "thorn in the flesh" to be removed:

9. But He said to me, My grace (My favor and loving-kindness and mercy) is enough for you [sufficient against any danger and enables you to bear the trouble manfully]; for My strength and power are made perfect (fulfilled and completed) and [b]show themselves most effective in [your] weakness. Therefore, I will all the more gladly glory in my weaknesses and infirmities, that the strength and power of Christ (the Messiah) may rest (yes, may [c]pitch a tent over and dwell) upon me!

10. So for the sake of Christ, I am well pleased and take pleasure in infirmities, insults, hardships, persecutions, perplexities and distresses; for when I am weak [[d]in human strength], then am I [truly] strong (able, powerful [e]in divine strength).

Paul was struggling. He was wrestling with anguish and despair or dare I say, depression. Maybe he was afflicted with a sickness. The thorn is not specified but we know that it was an attack that can be likened to attacks we feel daily. Events arise from either outside forces or from our own doings, yet they mean to kill, steal and destroy. However, in the midst of this painful attack and Paul's constant pleas for rescue, God replies "My grace is sufficient." God did not want Paul to wallow in His suffering and take it like a man. God wanted to infuse Paul with a renewed sense of strength, ability and power to do more than ever before. His weakness is only an opportunity to be more dynamic and effective. The weaker I am, the less I try to make my way of escape. God is glorified as I am strengthened by His grace. I am then changed and brought to a new level of ability. Now, I can glory in what I cannot change, do or fix. I can glory in what I do not know. It's a chance to see His grace interrupt my wallowing and place my feet on solid ground. He works in me a new reality.

God does not ask us to revel in our depravity but receive Him as our escape, our sufficiency. Trouble, weakness or failure is to be relished because we will see God be explosive. I welcome Him, I invite Him into my failure. When a thorn buffets your flesh, God wants to turn your eyes from your trouble to our savior who conquered death with the phrase "It is finished."

Here is my prayer. Feel free to adopt it as your own.

God, I failed today. I hurt today. I made a lot of mistakes. I need you to be what I cannot be. I need you to help me to forgive myself and give me joy. I need you to tell me, show me your love. Help me to love myself. Help me to love you. I want your love to change me. Make me into who you want me to be. I need you more than ever before. I cannot do this life one more second without you. Your strength is perfected in my weakness. I exchange my way of doing for your way of done. Fix this mess I made and put me back on solid ground. I love you Jesus. Wrap your arms around me. Make me new.

Think about His love. Think about His goodness. You are meant to lavishly abound in God's grace. Lift your head to the hills. Your help comes from above. He is the lifter of your head. God is for you. Receive His love. Let it change you.

Great is the measure of our Father's love.

[they-callme-ami]

Playing with Fire, Part 3 (Tobias x Black Fem!MC, SMUT)

If you couldn’t tell by the title, this is gonna be smutty and have smut.  You have been warned.

Wordcount: 1986

@indescribablybre @anotordinarygoldfish

@tyrils-star

The two of you were inside of Tobias’s townhouse...in his living room...you were on the couch, on top of him, kissing him deeply...he flipped you two over and grabbed your thighs, picking you up in his arms and heading towards another room...the bedroom.

“Hey...before this...continues...do you want to have sex with me Y/N? We can just keep kissing--or stop immediately now.” He asks while caressing your cheek softly. Your heart swelled with joy...it was sweet, seeing him so vulnerable like this...so caring...focused on what makes you feel safe and comfortable.

“Yes, I do… do you? This is a 2 person job y’know..” you smile and he grins.

“I do….so...so bad.” he rasps against your throat. The two of you continue to kiss, your fingers running along his arms slowly as your legs stay around his waist, not wanting to let him go just yet….

“Move….move your arm...” you giggle. Tobias pulled away and licked his lips before biting his lower one, smirking.

“That’s not my arm.” He whispers, moving your hand to his….well, his not-arm. Fuck.

After that revelation and a quick pep talk to yourself, you managed to lay back on the bed.  Before you began to remove your outfit, Tobias stopped you.  He simply kissed you again, and peppers kisses down your shoulder while unzipping...unbuttoning...unlacing… stripping you down to your bare body...all on display for him. 

“It’s crazy...I’m a doctor...studied anatomy for years...but seeing you...laid out for me like this….no textbooks could have prepared me for such a woman.” He whispers and his hand slid between your legs and you gasped. His hand began to rub your entrance...he lifted his fingers up and smirks at you, licking your wetness off them. 

“It’s completely unfair we left without dessert….but you’ll more than makeup for it.” and with that, he pounced.

Tobias currently had your ankles against his pillow, legs spread wide as he was going to town on that pussy...he was definitely starving for you.  His tongue teased your sensitive nerve and ever so slowly dragged down your folds, and sunk in with a moan.  You squirm and try to move as he builds a rhythm: tease your clit with his tongue and make circles around it. Lick slowly down, and sink inside of you, while those hands kept you spread at the right angle to get all the way inside that pussy. Then, spelling his own name ever so expertly...T...O...B...I...A...S. Finally he’d start pulling out and repeating the process all over again...and again... It began to get too much as heat pooled in your lower regions, your hips bucking as you tried to push him away by his shoulders. 

“Don’t fuckin’ run away from me…” He growled and reached his hand up. “Suck” he commanded, holding his pointer and middle finger up before you complied, wrapping your plump lips around them and began to suck and lather them up.  His fiery hazel eyes were on you the whole time, watching you intently before you pulled them out.  Bedford he could protest, you held his hand and slid your tongue around his fingers while gazing down at him, running your tongue ever so slowly up his pointer...alluding to a certain action you’d perform soon enough. Big fucking mistake.

“Ah! No no--oh God Tobias I’m sorry---fuck--I--” you were now at his mercy, one hand holding both of yours while the other had a total of now 3 fingers inside of you--jackhammering and reaching all those spots while he made you keep eye contact with him.

“Wanna play like that huh? You seemed real eager to tease me...what’s wrong, didn’t you want this Y/N? “ He punctuates by fingering you faster, nearly reaching that spot and his thumb rubbing your clit.  “Don’t say sorry now, just take it...maybe if you’re nice and say sorry again, I’ll let you cum.” He says, giving you that shit-eating grin that made you want to hit him...but you were not gonna last unless you apologized.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry--oh God please please please I wanna cum--!” You whimpered and blubbered out a desperate plea for your release. He kissed you to shut you up and fingers you deeper, hitting that spot inside you finally and well--you definitely got what you deserved.  Your hips rocked and bucked up against his fingers as you panted and whined, shakily coming down from your high.

Tobias pulled his fingers out and licked his pointer and middle clean, then held the ring out to you...and you cleaned it off.  Once you finished, he stood up and began to pull off his own clothing.  You gasped softly when he removed his top half, showing off his tone body, but when he removed those slacks and boxers….well, let’s just say Med school anatomy classes didn’t prepare you either.  But, you weren’t a quitter nor a lil bitch, Mrs. Top of the Class 2015.  You crawled forward and grasped his shaft in your hands.

“Well...Beyoncé knew what she was talkin’ about when she wrote Ego.” You joked and even Tobias laughed a bit--breaking the tension.  “Real talk--if you pull my hair I will bite you. That isn’t a threat, it’s happened before by accident..” You mumble but lean forward and slowly take the tip into your mouth.

“Shit….Y/N…” Tobias moaned out your name, leaning against the wall while your hands were wrapped around the base, moving up and down, and your mouth moved in sync as well. Your tongue swirled around him as you moan, giving him exactly what he wanted and looking up at him while you did.  You gagged a bit at first--okay, a LOT at first--but had managed to take him in and out, and deepthroat him...he was definitely bigger than any you had previously...You took him all the way down with a soft gag and managed to slurp him up and move back to the tip, pan ting and jerking him off.

“I think...I earned a little dessert too..~” You cooed and held your mouth open while your hands moved up and down, faster and faster, waiting--until you felt his release in your mouth, on your tongue...He panted and let out a raspy groan, fists balled up and eyes closed from the intense feeling.  Once it was over, you slowly drag your tongue up the shaft with a moan.  “You are definitely doin’ wonders for my ego y’know.” Tobias looked down at you and picked you up, pinning you back down to the bed...he had you on your hands and knees, and stood behind you.  Showtime.

You awaited for Tobias to put on protection, and he slowly rubbed his tip between your wet folds...when you gave him the okay, he began to thrust in--much to your satisfaction.  You let out a moan and grip the sheets, your eyes rolling back a bit.

“You okay?” He leaned down to ask and kissed your shoulder, and reached forward to gently squeeze and play with your breasts, his fingers circling your brown nipples and kissing you again.

“Yes...go deeper….I need you Tobias…” It was like a switch flipped on inside him, as his hands reached for yours and he pulled your arms back.  He began to thrust inside your pussy, his dick reaching those guts.  Oh yeah, he was gonna wreck yo shit...Tobias tugged your arms back to pull you into every thrust, grunting as he slammed against you--his hips rocking and hitting against your ass with each thrust.  You moaned again, louder this time, and already felt yourself start to cream around him.  

“O-Oh fuuuuuuck….beat this pussy up Tobias--o-oh God--I---” He silenced you, going harder inside.  You fell forward a bit, your chest and face squished against the pillow while he kept ramming into you without remorse, the sound of your wet pussy and his hips clapping against your along with those desperate, needy moans.  It was unlike anything you’d felt before...it didn’t seem like Tobias would stop anytime soon.

“On your back….I want to look at you while I make you cum…” He pulled out, much to your disappointment.  You laid on your back, legs spread for him...your kinks and curls pressed against your sweating face...And Tobias back on top, wrapping your legs around you and sinking back in.  He fucked you slower this time, giving you slow deep strokes as he hit your deepest parts with nearly every thrust...nothing could ruin this...and then….your phone rang.  You took a glance at the caller ID….Dr. Ramsey.  Before you could react, Tobias grabbed your phone and pressed Answer, holding it to your mouth while he fucked you.

“Y/N? Are you busy, I wanted to know if you were available tomorrow. I know it’s your day off today and tomorrow after that double shift--but Baz and June are gonna drive me up a wall unless--”

“E-EtHAn--I-I’m a l-little b-bUsY r-right-now--”  you tried to hold back your moans, which was hard considering Tobias was rearranging your guts.  He only smirked and began to kiss and suck on your nipples, your hand rubbing his head as you attempt to refocus.  “C-Could you call me later E-Ethan? I-I just a-a-am t--tOo b-busy!  You cover your mouth to hide a whine while Tobias kept going. He then grabs your phone--

“Ethan, hey, it’s Tobias.  Y/N is kinda drunk and all loopy.  She somehow managed to uber herself to Mass Kenmore when my shift was over, wanting to get Aurora to join in on the ‘fun’ but she called in sick. Since it’s kind of late...she’s crashing here. Too drunk to think.” He lied right through his teeth while your arms wrapped around him and held him tight, nails digging into his back.

“Oh….uh, that’s nice of you. Alright then. Just tell her to forget it, make sure she gets home safe tomorrow.”

“Will do...I’ve been taking care of her...for hours…” He smirked and winks at you before hanging up.

You whimper.  It was all crashing down at once while Tobias looked down at you. “Let go for me Y/N.  I want you to--all around me...take it and cum for me…” he growls, nearing an orgasm himself.  Your legs tremble around him, but you hold on tighter and tighter.  You let out a loud, euphoric moan and felt your orgasm erupt as your body spazzed, tears roll down your cheek as you screamed out Tobias’s name...it felt like you nearly blacked out as he came after word, groaning loud and let out a moan in your ear--filling the condom and panting as it was over. The two of you, sweaty and shaky, held each other….you kissed him deeply, before giving into the exhaustion.

When you opened your eyes and woke up, you looked around...you saw Tobias asleep next to you, strong arms holding you close, the ceiling fan on.  You smile and hold his face, stroking his cheek and he slowly opens his eyes and grins.

“So….you’re still here...glad to know that it wasn’t a dream.”

“Boy--please.  I could barely walk if I wanted to….” Your stomach growled a bit.  Tobias sat up and pulled on some boxers...he walked around to your side and picked you up, bridal style and you laugh, giggling.

“Negro--if you don’t put me down!”

“Not till I make us breakfast. So you just shut up and let me be romantic and cute for once...stoopid.” he teased sand carried you to the kitchen….he sat you down and you looked at one another. Yup….you wouldn’t live without those fiery eyes in your life anymore.