#i am so behind but can't wait to catch up and dive into everything

[awfydreich]

Keep thinking about how the 'half blank, half apocalyptic look' line is so perfect for Armand, but also like how do you even pull that off in practice? And of course Assad just goes and absolutely nails it like there's more than one possession happening here in this cast

[oh-saints]

anything with max please! but please make it happy ending?

taking a little break from footballers, shall we?

you

despite all the success and achievements max verstappen has secured in his bag, there's still one thing he wishes to have but knows he can't.

max verstappen x doctor!reader

note: this is inspired by one of the scene from one of my favourite kdrama; hospital playlist (s1; 2020). i hope i do the drama some justice for its amazing rollercoaster ride (#spoiler) so max can be humbled for a minute. but this time, i happen to write during my family trip so this is not proof-read yet.

when the name of his very bestfriend popped up, max couldn't hold back from smiling.

he'd previously told her that he's coming back tonight and asked if she was free for a catch up session. due to the nature of their jobs, the two friends couldn't see each other as much as they'd love to.

if he had his way, she wouldn't be working as hard as she is now. nothing in this world can make max's life better—and this was saying a lot when he's achieved everything earthly possible—than to have her at every race. win or lose, max knows there's always someone waiting on him to cross the finish line, as long as he's safe and sound.

nobody ever asks that of him. it's always wins, titles. no matter the cost, no matter the consequence of this very dangerous sport.

"hi—"

"can you come over tonight?"

max's heart immediately took a free dive.

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"so sorry i called you very late into the night,"

she didn't let him express how much he'd missed seeing her. as soon as she opened the door, she strode back inside of her apartment. her hands immediately reached for the white pristine coat hanging on the wall as she passed by.

"i got a call from the hospital but my nanny's not picking up,"

max was still silent. they'd fallen into the habit of her saying the same thing and he'd remembered them all by now. after this, she'd cited her usual justification. "sorry, i forgot telling you about it because there's always someone calling me when i want to do that."

"sorry, i forgot to tell you—"

"i know, i understand," and max truly does. with how little monaco is, he understands she becomes a well-sought surgeon here. he's actually rather proud, if anything. "go save the world."

she looked up at him from behind the kitchen counter, and max swore she looked dashing as ever, with the gentle yellow lighting highlighting her features. she is one of the rare kind, one who never needs an elaborative piece of clothing to enhance her beauty. she is inner beauty personified—at least per max's standard, but supposedly it says a lot because max isn't kidding when he said he'd seen the bests of the world.

"thank you, max. you don't know how grateful i am of you," and that smile right there, radiating gentleness and calmness and pure yet gratitude, is the very reason why he always heeds to her whims. "but my kid's burning right now so can you do things i've listed down here while i'm gone?"

"sure."

there went another of max's resolution, even before he knows what she'd asked of him. he's so puny in her hands that his father once gaslighted him with her as a bait. so different to the cold, ruthless max verstappen everyone labels him to be.

after running through everything on the list together and making sure max understood them once more, for she wouldn't be able to be contacted for at least the next 3 hours, she finally put her arms to the coat hanging on her shoulder proudly. she reached for her bag, and when she was about to pick up the car keys, max halted her hand.

"please use taxi," he said, and she wondered why. "for my sanity sake, knowing you'll make it safe there."

she wanted to argue that there was no guarantee she'd make it safe with a taxi, no different than driving on her own, but she nodded wordlessly. she'd asked max to come down here in short notice, not long after he told her he was in town and only to make him babysit her kid, but he'd come with no question asked. taking taxi was the least she could do for him.

it seemed like the kid knew she left their home, for the cry ensued not long after, like a chick looking for the hen. thankfully it wasn't max's first rodeo, more over when his girlfriend has her kid of her own.

unfortunately.

"hey, hey," he cooed gently, and the little one scratched the teary eyes, crying stopped at the sight of max. he was always the favourite in this household, always coming here with something in his hands the kid doesn't know it exists. toys, actions figures, you name it. "are you okay?"

"maxie?" suddenly he remembered his sister's comment about his father instinct spiking whenever this particular kid was around. he'd even let them call him by his first name, no specific title else needed. so unlike him, when he taught leo and luka to call him by "oom maxie" or uncle maxie in dutch.

"thirsty or hungry, schatje?" max immediately picked up the split version of his best friend, and the feeling of being hugged back affectionately by his best friend's entire world contended the best feeling in the world for him. it was as if the little treasure was trying to get a hold of him entirely with their little arms and hands, like he meant the world for them.

like he is the world to them as much as the kid means the world to him. oh, if only they knew...

the kid passionately shook their head as soon as they tucked themselves comfortably against the crook of his neck. max paced back and forth for them, in hope his bouncy steps would calm them down.

"alright, lieve. you let me know when you do, okay?"

but he was only met by soft snores.

he peered down at his best friend's entire world, the axis to her existence, the reason behind her juggling her personal and professional world just to make sure they get only the best of both worlds. for that alone, max had already loved the kid like his own.

and he'd love to have them as his own, providing everything the kid's heart desire, knowing he could give them everything of it at a heartbeat. knowing he could give them what they deserve, after being deprived of a proper, fatherly love for so long.

if only she let him. if only she saw him as one.

but max knew it all boiled down to him. if only he'd denied her desire to get married to that good-for-nothing that turned out to be a cheating bastard she called her ex-husband, she wouldn't have to suffer everything of this on her own. the child didn't have to go through all the mess life would bring to someone so early in their age.

it pained him that he never let out the "marry me instead" that was poking the tip of his tongue when she'd asked you to be her men of honour. it hurt max verstappen to the point of no return, more than being robbed a championship win, that he could've had the smart kid with her instead from a long time ago, and a life he'd always dreamed of building.

with her, and no one else.

because he knew that whatever he was feeling right now, as he was holding her entire life in the home she built so hard despite the single-mother stigma, is the closest thing to right in this life that feels so wrong.

not even his multiple championship titles he had in his bag. not even the feeling of winning a race so many he'd grown accustomed to. per max verstappen's standard, that was given; with so much hard work he'd been putting since he could walk, thanks to his father.

his phone dinged, breaking his train of thought. it was the alarm that he'd set up to remind him of the checklist she'd made for him. the sound stirred the child in their sleep, and as they noticed him walking away from the room, they whined, "please stay, maxie."

like the effect of the mother had on him, he succumbed to the whim. but good lord, my goodness, there had never been something as liberating as that. it was a paradoxic feeling where you don't feel weak as you surrender yourself, instead it grew so much on him that someone needed him. it feels so damn good to be needed by someone, his heart soared so high as the revelation hit him.

maybe that was what max verstappen had been yearning for.

that one piece in his life that anyone around him didn't know how to fill the void. a home to go back to, he thought, as he fell asleep in such a ridiculous position to fit the crib's size.

but due to his lightning reflex towards every sound and movement around him, max jolted up when he heard a click of the door closing. it was small; he deducted it wasn't mean to be disturbing.

that could only be her checking up on him.

the kid was now drenched in sweat in his embrace, so he decided to change the pajamas first before heading out of the nursery. he did it as fast as he could because he knew she was making his favourite mushroom soup outside from the smell of it.

the pang on his chest came back as he got out of the child's room, only to be met by his best friend's back from the kitchen, busy scooping her signature delicacy to a bowl matching the set only designated for her and her child—his bowl—because it looked so domestic. they looked so domestic like this. they looked like they'd make a great family.

yes, it wasn't the first time they did this, but that was what made it hurt all the same everytime he came over.

"how was the surgery?"

just in time when she turned her body to him. she smiled immediately, both at the sight of a disheveled max and at the question thrown at her. max looked so bulky in the house full of her delicate touch, so different yet not out of touch, for his question brought warmth to her chest.

it'd been a while since someone had asked the question—the simplest question of asking how she'd been holding up at work—that didn't come out from her child's mouth. from someone who actually knew how hard it was to make a living. from someone who was genuinely interested at what she did. from someone all of the above.

"got a bleeding out of hand but all's good now," she'd spare the bloody detail later. right now, she just wanted to bask how peaceful their rhythms are as the f1 winner took a seat on the other end of the kitchen counter. "i hope my kid's not a hassle for you."

"you and your kid can never be a hassle to me," max made sure to stare down at her as he replied her, wanting her to know he wasn't kidding. "i love spending time with you two."

and it scared her deep down to see max so set on what he said. she could only hope he wasn't implying anything else behind his words, for she was afraid it would bring unattained hope to her heart.

despite her strong display she'd paraded around the town, she is only a human with two hands and feet and a heart. and she is a woman, first and foremost, who was once in love in max verstappen.

the real max verstappen before all the achievements, the fame, the titles. when max verstappen had eyes only for the glory, and never hungry for anything else.

but the one-sided journey could be so lonely, she never realised that. it resulted her finding love in a hopeless place. at least that was was she thought, love, until she discovered her ex was cheating with one of her fellow doctors.

so she knew she had to extinguish every kind of sparks before it grew stronger. especially now, where every of her decision doesn't only affect her, but her child also.

"spend your time for something else, max," she smiled bitterly now and max already hated whatever her mind fed her just seconds ago. "tell me, what's your favourite thing to do in your spare time? going for a vacation?"

"whatever it is we're doing now," max replied, soup still untouched. it frightened her that the eyes were not just set anymore; she'd recognised that winning determination anywhere. "wanna know why?"

she sat down, eyes trying to hold his, ignoring the fluttering feeling inside of her and set her mind to simply wanting to know the words he had in mind. max took it as an invitation to might as well break it down.

"because it's you. it's always been you."

[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober day 3

Yoongi - Jealousy

Drinking, Semi public, Noona, marking, fingerings, oral

 So obviously you are allowed to have friends, you are allowed to go out, you are allowed to talk to anyone you like... Yoongi trusted you implicitly. However, this guy was getting far too close for his liking. He watched as the clearly intoxicated man stumbled towards you, not missing the step back you took to maintain your personal space. Still the oaf tried his luck, tucking your hair behind your ear as he made an 'obvious' pass at you. The idol's skin prickled as he watched on from his perch at the end of the bar. Everything in Yoongi wanted to walk over and punch the man. Alas, he knew it would do nothing but earn him a night in the doghouse. You were more than capable of looking out for yourself. A point you proved moments later as the man tripped backwards as you pushed him away. He smirked as you turned swiftly and headed back to him.

"Ready to go baby?" You ask, hand outstretched to him. He takes it gladly and pulls you close. His lips graze against yours softly. 

"Extremely ready." he whispers, pecking quickly before leading you away from the busy bar and into the cool night. Yoongi summons a taxi and opens the door for you to slide in. Before you get a chance to buckle the seat belt he is pulling you across the leather seats to sit almost on top of him. You shrug and settle into his hold, comforted by his protective nature. For the entire ride, he kisses at your neck while a hand plays with the hemline of your skirt. 

"Yoongi, we are still technically in public baby." You remind him as his fingers trail a little too close to your panty line. 

"Maybe I want the driver to know who you belong to, Noona... maybe I want everyone to know how lucky I am." He growls lowly, just out of the earshot. 

"Maybe the whole world doesn't need to know how you can't keep it in your pants baby." You sigh, despite how attractive the thought may have been. He nibbles on your neck as the car pulls up outside your apartment complex. "Pay the man Yoongi, and let's continue this upstairs." You glide back across the seat, not waiting for him to get his wallet out before you disappear towards home. It doesn't take him long to catch up though.

"Noona, why would you leave me behind?" He complains, slipping into the elevator behind you. He cages you in a corner leaning in to claim a kiss. A little more heated than appropriate considering the doors could open to any floor at any moment, your building didn't afford the same security luxuries Yoongi's did. 

"I didn't leave you behind baby, just thought I'd make you work for it a little." The bell dings signalling your floor has arrived and Yoongi pulls away from you. He grabs your hand and the two of you walk to the end of the corridor. Arms swinging gently as you go, his thumb rubbing small circles on yours. The minute you unlock the door all cute pretence is forgotten, you are pushed roughly against the wall as he kicks the door closed. 

He kisses you hard, hands pinned at your sides. A small nip at your lip, grants him access to slip his tongue through.

"Mine." He groans against your lips and you nod in response. 

"All yours." You assure him as his lips trail down your neck to your collarbones. He leaves purpling bruises in his wake as he travels across the exposed skin available to him. Each mark proved his claim and you were more than happy to wear each one proudly.

"Want you Y/N, need you." He whines, lifting you into his arms and taking you to the bedroom. You land on the bed with a little thud and he makes quick work of your skirt and underwear. He grabs your ankles and places them over his shoulders, dragging you closer to him as he kneels for a better view. 

You can feel his hot breath as it dances over your wet folds, making you shiver with anticipation. He admires you briefly before diving in like a man starved. He licks a long strip along the centre, circling your clit quickly before dipping down into your hole, indulging in you completely. One arm wraps around your thigh to keep you in place, as the other hand finds its way between your legs to assist him in his mission to make you forget any other men exist. 

Your back arches as his thumb grinds circles on your clit, not fast enough to provide real pleasure, but hard enough to make you want to chase the feeling. You groan as his tongue reaches deeper inside of you. He teases you for a little longer, enjoying how you mewl from minimal ministrations. He pulls back to admire you for a moment. You peer back at the lewd sight before you. Yoongi’s chin is soaked with you but he makes no move to fix this. Instead he meets your gaze and licks his lips. 

"So pretty Noona." He whispers, nothing but devotion reflected in his eyes. You drop your head back to the pillow, unable to maintain eye contact any longer. Yoongi takes this as his cue to go back to the task at hand. 

He switches places, his teeth pulling tenderly at your clit, as two long fingers press against your entrance, slowly stretching you out for the rapper. He scissors the digits, searching for the spot he knows will make you keen.  Well practiced, he manages to make you cry out quickly, the movement of his tongue complimenting perfectly with his motions. You can feel the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter, ready to break just as he adds a third finger. 

He continues to pump as you ride out your orgasm, only letting up as you pant for mercy. 

"Who treats you so well Noona?" He asks crawling up the bed to face height.

"My baby treats me so well." You respond, reaching out for him with grabby hands.

"Who do you belong to Noona?"

"My Yoongi." You reply. Satisfied he cuddles into your chest.

"Good, because everything I am belongs to you too, heart, body, and soul. I am all yours." He snuggles against you for as long as his caring nature would allow, before getting up to help you clean up now you were less sensitive to touch. 

[merovingianprincess]

As Fate Would Have It...

Here's the beginning of the mini-series I mentioned I had an interest in writing. Please let me know if y'all want more. : )

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I don't own the Tolkien-verse.

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It was both uncommon and unusual for my father to not tell me anything regarding business and trade deals. Even if he didn't tell me everything, he would at least give me a crumb of something to keep me satisfied until whatever deal was brokered and completed.

"Why can't you tell me?" I pestered him, following him around his small wooden office in the rebuilt Esgaroth.

He just shook his head, signing the piece of parchment, folding it, and then pouring hot wax, and stamping it with his insignia.

"It's best for you not to know until it's finished and done," he replied, standing up with the letter in hand, heading towards the door and handing it to a waiting messenger.

I followed my father out the door, angrily shutting it behind me. The messenger quickly took off down the wooden pier and off until I no longer had him in my sight. I turned to face my father again who was already walking in the opposite direction a few feet ahead of me.

I groaned picking up the skirt of my pale blue dress and briskly walked after him, trying to catch up with him. He walked quickly, with a purpose. People greeted him as they walked past, offering smiles to me as well. My father was the well-respected mayor of Esgaroth, and I was his curious and headstrong only daughter. My brothers were off on business elsewhere.

He kept ignoring my pleading attempts for information on whatever he was keeping from me. Soon we came to the outermost edge of the town, where we looked down over the edge at the work being done by some brave men. They were diving down to retrieve jewels from the corpse of Smaug the dragon.

The jewels were beautiful and exquisite; Father told me that some were being traded and sold, some were being kept as a reminder of that fateful day, and the rest were being used for something my father wouldn't tell me about.

Two things he wouldn't tell me about and it was irritating me. As I previously explained, I am curious and I like to know things, so I can help out if needed. Father calls me nosey, I disagree.

I saw the divers come to the surface with fistfuls of jewels, putting them in baskets that were then pulled up by ropes by other men and carefully distributed into 3 different piles. I knew from tales that Smaug was a large dragon, but I didn't realize just how many jewels covered the dragon's chest; though the arrow that claimed his life was still embedded in the bone.

Father inspected the jewels, still ignoring my pleas. Huffing, I walked back to our residence and poured myself some honey wine, my father disapproved of me having some wine before dinner but he wasn't here to judge at the moment. I decided to spend the rest of my afternoon reading a romance book that I recently acquired from some traders.

A few hours passed when the cook started making dinner and my father arrived back shortly after.

"Mmm, Alis, whatever you are preparing smells wonderful," my father praised the cook, taking off his coat and draping it over his favorite chair, before looking over at me, "and Eleanor, it appears you haven't stopped sulking," he remarked sitting down. I glared at him over my book from my seat on the couch.

"Ah sir, she hasn't been sulking, she's been good reading her book," said Alis, chopping up an onion.

I smirked, returning my attention back to my book that I was nearly done with. All was quiet for a half hour besides Alis chopping up ingredients, until there was a knock at the door.

My father stood up from his chair, "Ah his response was quicker than I thought it would be." he mumbled walking towards the door, opening it, and receiving a letter from the messenger who once again scurried off.

"And dinner is done," Alis announced placing three plates of food on the table.

I set my book off to the side and got up from my seat, taking my place at the dinner table where Alis sat, pouring herself some honey wine, and my father leisurely made his way over unfolding the letter with an insignia I did not recognize.

I too poured myself a drink and took a sip, watching as my father sat down in his chair reading the letter, a smile appearing on his face before he set the letter folded up, down on the table.

"Good news sir?" Alis asked, raising her fork to her mouth.

"Yes, wonderful news and an excellent new alliance." my father said taking a bite of his potatoes.

I tried to not act interested even though I was DYING to know, I was tempted to snatch the letter and read it, but I stayed collected. We ate in silence for a while until we were almost done eating when my father decided to speak.

"Eleanor, you will be getting married soon." he proclaimed, sitting back in his chair, and bringing his cup to his mouth.

I almost choked as I was taken by surprise, "Married? To whom?"

He was quiet for a while, watching me squirm. I wasn't against the idea of marriage, I actually dreamed of finding true love and a good husband. But I wanted to know my suitor. Was he nice? Was he valiant like in the romance stories?

"The elvenking, King Thranduil," he said, putting his cup down on the table.

I had heard little of King Thranduil, I only knew he was the king of Mirkwood and fought with his army at the Battle of the Five Armies, almost 100 years ago.

Alis reached over and gently squeezed my forearm, "You'll be a queen," she said with a smile, before standing up and clearing the table whilst I stared at my father.

"But he's an elf," was all I could say.

"Yes, that's why he is called the Elvenking." my father said, standing up with a stretch.

I rolled my eyes as I scooted back my chair and stood up as well, "And I'm a human. It's almost unheard of for two different people to marry." I said walking around the table to my father who was making his way back over to his chair.

"Yes, but there are a few instances of it happening and like Alis said, you will be queen," he replied sitting back down.

I sat down on the couch silently, taking it all in. While I had odd feelings about marrying an elf, I understood my father had some sort of new alliance with Mirkwood, I didn't want to negatively affect that if I refused to marry the Elvenking; also I was 18 now, and I needed to marry. So I silently accepted it.

"When do I leave for Mirkwood?" I asked, getting up from my spot on the couch.

"In two days a few elf guards will be here to escort you to Mirkwood," he replied, staring into the empty fireplaces, the room getting darker.

"Two days," I whispered, before heading to my bedroom and closing the door behind me.

[kingdomsqueendomkimgme]

Long live the king - Louis x reader

Chapter 8.

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Masterlist

Y/N POV.

I woke up and saw that no one was in the room. //where?// the door suddenly swung open. „Good morning my dear, oh - did i scare you?" I looked at her „A bit" „I'm sorry, here have breakfast and get ready we have to go early today. I need to show you something" I nodded and began to eat. „Before you ask yes it has to do with you and Louis." I nodded again.

After I finished breakfast, I got ready and we went outside. I followed her, we walked out of the cave and into the forest. „Do you now how to swim?" I nodded „Yes why?" „Good because as soon as wearrive you need to dive and swim behind the Waterfall. I wont come with you thought." „Why that?" she took a deep breath „It's Louis moms grave, you have to go there. You'll see why. I can't tell you" I nodded //Why should I go to his mothers grave ?//

we kept walking till we had arrived at the lake. I took of the hood and began to walk into the water „And one more thing.. don't turn back till you are at her grave. No matter who is calling you. It's not who it says to be. No matte who's voice you hear don't turn around keep walking."

I nodded, now fear slowly spreading inside me. //Of course its to keep the grave save..// „Ok lets go" I mumbled to myself and swam behind the Waterfalls. When i got up again and looked around I saw a small entrance to a cave. I walked inside and first i didn't hear anything but then „Y/N??" That was Louis voice but I didn't turn around. //That's not him// „Y/N, please look at me." I kept walking ignoring the voice „I know you want to see me again too." I still kept walking //I'm not allowed to turn around, that's not him, its not real.I felt a wind blow from behind me //It's directly behind me// I kept walking „Turn around"  the voice became more rough, even thought I was scared i kept walking //It can't hurt you if you dont turn around// I kept telling myself that and became more confident again. I began to walk faster „I said turn around!" The voice now shrill and loud, it sounded nothing like Louis anymore which gave me even more the reason not to turn around. „STOP!!" Now it was screaming. I still kept speed walking. I saw a light and a door //hope fully its open..// I kept my pace, but soon i heard loud stomping behind me //It Follows me// I tried to keep calm and began to run.

The door suddenly swung open letting me inside. After I was trough the door it slammed shut. Locking out whatever was behind me.

I stopped for a moment catching my breath.

I looked up and saw a Statue of a beautiful woman in the middle of the room inside of a small lake with waterfalls behind it.

I walked towards it. I stopped infront of the lake. „So and what now?" I mumbled to myself „It's good to see that my son has finally found his soulmate" I flinched „who?" I looked around „It's ok you dont have to be scared Y/N is waited for you. I'm Louis mother." I looked at the statue but there wasn't a statue anymore it was a real woman siting there „Come here. I have something for you." I sat a foot onto the water preparing myself to sink in, but i didn't happen. I walked over to his Mother. „Come sit with me" I did what i was told not wanting to anger her. „here." she handed me a necklace „I gave Louis has the bracelet, it makes both of your powers stronger." She stopped but I felt like that wasn't everything she wanted to say „There is more you want to tell me, am I right?" I questioned, which made her look at me „I want to know if you really love him.. I dont want him as heartbroken as i was left with his father" I nodded „I have to take a look in your heart but you need to allow me to do so" I kept silent for a moment „It's ok if your against it, i mean its sounds scary after all" I looked at her and then smiled „No its ok you can do that" Her head snapped up to look at me. „Really? Are you really sure?" I nodded „I love him with all my heart so I have nothing to fear." She smiled and reached out to hold my hand „It will sting for a moment but it doesn't take long just a few seconds" I nodded and closed my eyes showing her that she had my trust. Then I felt the sting.

But it was over after a few second. I opened my eyes again, and saw that she sat in front of me still holding my hands her eyes wide in shock „You really didn't lie." She began to smile „Good now I can allow your twos bond to finally grow to its fully strength." I looked at her „Your bond is already so strong.. But now both of you are bound to the fullest. Please promise me you'll get rid of Jaehyun and take care of my son... I will watch and guard over you."

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I know the chapters are shorter then in the beginning but it's better for me to manage the diffrent parts and it's better readable.

I still hope yall like it ^^

[sylverstorms]

Daniela x Maiden ----Hunted Ch. 2

Ch. 1

Blurry.

As you blink your eyes open, everything is blurry. You see oranges and golds and reds all blend into one, unsure where the ground ends and the ceiling begins, where you are, what happened to you.

Warmth envelops you and softness lies beneath you, unlike any kind that you could ever hope to have in your home.

And it is that thought that has you springing up, wide awake; this is not your house.

Where am I?

You literally propel yourself from the couch you were previously on as memories return and flood your mind. The redhead, the bite, the tall lady who knocked you out in the snow.

Crap.

Your hand shoots up to touch the sore spot on your neck yet meets bandages instead of skin. Quickly, you scan the lavish room you're in for a mirror. Your steps get steadier as you approach the one mounted on the wall opposite you...

Huh. Whoever dressed your wound did a fine job. Under normal circumstances, you would search for them and thank them, but for now you have more pressing matters to worry about.

Where the hell am I? How long have I been out?

It's clear at this point the girl that attacked you isn't normal, if she's at all human. You are dealing with mutants and these situations can get messy—

And how messier can your life even get? It has to be a prank the universe is playing on you, by now.

Determined to prevail against shitty odds once more, you keep your steps feather-light on your way to the doorknob. Soundless, you step out into an empty, red-carpeted corridor.

Listening in, you catch the faint, muffled sound of voices coming from far in the right. You follow it, guard always up, until it becomes clearer and clearer...

“This pitiful thing tried to eat a maid. Mother, do we kill it?” A foreign voice asks.

“Or rip out its arms and throw it back in the dungeon—! “ Another excitedly suggests.

A weak gurgle comes.

You freeze in your steps just behind the corner.

“Since the three of you are grounded, you do not get a say nor any enjoyment in this matter.” The Lady's voice is unmistakable, followed by the sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath.

The gurgling continues...

You shouldn't peek out, you know this. You knowit, but just the faintest possibility there's someone there, trapped with these women, someone who needs your help, has you so foolishly leaning out of cover...

And.

What the actual f—

Blades span long and wide from the impossibly tall woman's nails, while three smaller ladies –oh no, God, no, that's the psychotic redhead— are holding down a creature straight from a nightmare. Its twisted, bony limbs are trapped by their boots, leading up to tight, gothic outfits, then to identical tattoos on their foreheads...

“Fuck this shit!” Bursts out of you before you break into a death sprint down the seemingly endless stairs to save your life.

“Oh, I love it when they run!” one of the crazies behind you exclaims. You can feel, rather than see, her leap onto the railing and then towards you like a goddamn panther—

“Cassandra, no!” the Lady starts—

“Back off, she's mine!” Daniela yells and knocks the brunette off-course in mid-air.

You don't even think to glance at whenever is happening behind you. Accompanied by the sound of buzzing flies and glass decorations shattering miserably, you jump off the final five stairs, dive into a roll then zoom into the next room.

You have half a mind to smack the door closed and lock it from the inside, in your heart-faltering panic.

Think. Think!

You dash to the only window of the room, where another chilling realization occurs to you; its outer side is reinforced by metal bars. This place is literally a luxurious prison.

Even if you were to somehow dislodge them, you can't even see the ground from how high up you are. There's an abyss of frost and snow waiting for you down there if you jump...

That's near-guaranteed death.

But, glancing at the flies coming in through the keyhole and the little opening underneath the door, you decide the same applies to staying here.

Your hands shake as you pull the window wide open. The cold air from outside crashes into you and it stings, but you narrow your eyes through it and check for weak spots in the bars.

They're ancient; parts have rusted out, one side seems hit –you don't want to know what could have possibly hit it with force enough to bend the metal all the way up here— and that's your best bet right now.

You grab onto the top of the large window and pull yourself up so you can repeatedly kick against the weaker side of the bars.

The buzzing of flies intensifies, death draws ever nearer and your leg feels like it's on fire from the frost and periodic pressure you're applying—

Crack!

Something finally gives –your bones, almost— and you see the prison bars plummet into the gaping blur below.

You waste no time. A deep breath is drawn in, then you leap outside—

Yes!

But just as your folded body crosses the threshold, an arm shoots out and grabs you by the back of your shirt.

No! No!

The fabric tears, but you are already pulled inside like you weigh absolutely nothing, grabbed by the neck and smashedback-first into the table behind you.

“Going somewhere?” the blonde asks, sounding half bored and half aggravated, as if you're more trouble than you're worth. “At least stay for dinner.”

Sarcastic, smartass mutant asshole. You'd give her a piece of your mind if your breath hadn't been shattered in your lungs from how hard she threw you down.

The door snaps open. You don't have to turn your head to see the brunette and redhead still shoving and clawing at each other.

“Bela, get away from her, I swear—” Daniela yells.

She has time to do little else, for both she and her rival are then lifted off their feet by the giant arms of the intimidating Lady... and thrown to adjacent sides of the room.

“I already told you to stop!” her voice cuts through the room like a blade.

To your surprise, all three of them tense and stand up straight.

“Bela, good job. Tactfully handled.” the older woman praises. The blonde smiles proudly, while the others grimace. “As for you two... you're on thin ice.”

“Sorry, mother.” they reply in unison.

Oh, great. You're about to be dinner for this fucked up family. Can't say I'm surprised. The tidbits of luck were about to run out at one point or another.

“Close the damn window, Bela.” the brunette hisses.

Bela gives you a look and immediately flashes away. A final click seals you in.

“What are we doing with her?” she cocks her chin towards you.

“She saved Daniela. Let's not resort to anything drastic.” their mother says.

Daniela zooms over to you and takes your hand to drag you off the table. Every part of you protests; your leg, your back, your arm from how hard she tugs on you. You wince at the sharp pain that shoots up your limb, but she doesn't notice. Of course not.

“Does this mean I can keep her?” she asks, excited like a kid presented with the prospect of a new toy.

“Mother just said not to resort to anything drastic.” the brunette emphasizes, no small amount of sarcasm to her voice.

“You shut—”

“Manners!” the Lady chastises. “…she will join the staff, Daniela. You may spend time with her, but be warned; do not break her.”

“On first week, at least.” Cassandra chuckles.

“Cassandra.”

An eye-roll. “Sorry, mother.”

“I won't, I promise!” Daniela shakes you back and forth and you're just about ready to collapse from the pain and the sinking feeling that this nightmare has only just began for you.

It's too much. Your head spins, your surroundings blur. You fall, but you never hit the ground.

“Already failed.” you hear Cassandra's mean snicker, distorted in your ears, before you blank out once more.

-

-

There's human staff. Of course there is. And it's a lot of girls around your age.

This isn't good, you think while they dress you up, mindful of your bruises and injuries. This isn't good at all. I have to get out of here.

You wouldn't mind so much if it was just the messed up family of mutants you were trapped in here with. But other humans? Innocent girls? Well, that...

That complicates things.

The first few days are filled with a barrage of information. What the daughters like, what they dislike, what you should and should never do in front of the Lady. You file everything in your head, isolating the parts that could prove useful for an escape.

Bela, the blonde asshole, is apparently the easiest to deal with. She's very straightforward about what she wants and what she expects and will rarely hurt the staff, is what the others say. So long as you don't say anything disrespectful about her family and Rhiannon, her girlfriend, you’re good with her.

Cassandra is not quite so laid back. She gets antsy often, far hungrier –or far less trained in hiding it— than Bela. It's a bad idea to even cross her path then. She's a sadist and used to torture people for fun, they say, but she has calmed down a ton since getting together with Alexia. Another foreign name to you.

Daniela is the real problem. The girl is unpredictable on her finest days and a total psycho on her worst. You never know which it's gonna be until you're met with one of her 'games'... and you can infer those all too often don't end well. She can be smiling one moment and enraged the next, her ups and downs impossible to predict.

‘Steer clear of her’, is the advice you get. There's no keeping her docile and her interest sooner or later ends in one way; blood.

Ha.

You really drew the short stick on that one. What a surprise.

...Not.

It's also unsurprising when the tell-tale cacophony of flies alerts you to having caught one of the daughters' attention. It's not hard to guess who it is and your suspicions are confirmed when, from the thick mass of the swarm, you hear;

“Hello, scrumptious~” followed by soft, airy giggles. That voice doesn't sound as cute to you now as it did the first time you heard it.

You try to go against your 'fight or flight but mostly flight' instincts and you root your muscles in place in front of her.

“Hello.” you say back, quiet and uncertain. You'd add 'my Lady' there, but you can barely get one word out right now.

Her heels click against the carpet when she fully retracts the flies into her body –you do try not to think too hard on this part, how she can even do that. Daniela's honey eyes, one slightly bluer than the other, scan you from head to toe.

Chill. Everything is fine. Just keep your cool. Despite the mental prep talk, your neck already stings in response to the fresh memory of her agonizing bite. Your buttoned-up shirt feels too tight.

“You fainted on me last time. We didn't get any time to ourselves.” she says –is that a pout?— stepping around you in a loose circle that only serves to make you more anxious.

“Y-yeah.” you nod. Swallow. “It was... a lot to take in.”

“Hm.” Daniela makes a non-committal sound and comes to a stop right in front of you. “Your heart is beating too fast.” she observes, almost innocently.

No shit. Well, mortal danger is something your body tends to react to.

“Are you afraid of me?” again, she looks nothing like her true nature as she cocks her head a tad to the side, pretty face framed by her long, rod-straight red hair.

What's the correct answer here, really? You have a fifty percent chance of getting it right. No pressure. Your survival just kind of depends on it.

“...no...” you reply.

Daniela's hand shoots out like a bullet and the next second your back –still very much injured— connects hard against the wall behind you.

Fuck!

“So you think I'm not as scary as my sisters?!” she demands, literally in your face.

Double fuck.

“Um. That's... that's not it!” you hurry to say.

Daniela dials the anger down a notch. She blinks at you, slow and curious like a cat. Then, her long fingers, free of their gloves, come up to take hold of your chin, shockingly gentle. Her skin is cold, yet softer than you may have thought.

She studies you closely for something. Whatever it is, you hope she finds it and lets you live. Or, if she doesn't, you pray she makes it fast. Though, judging by her reputation, that’s just wishful thinking, isn’t it.

“It's not?” she asks.

“Ah. No.” you answer, focusing on the nicer parts of this situation to make your words seem more genuine; redhead, pretty, smells like vanilla extracts and expensive floral perfume. “Not at all.”

Daniela's fingers release your face. She takes half a step back. “I get it.” she nods. “I get it.”

Do...you...?

A sly, self-satisfied expression slowly makes its way across her beautiful face. Her lipstick-slick lips curve into a knowing smile, as if she's privy to information you're not.

And then she speaks the five words that become the bane of your existence;

“You're in love with me.”

Wh-

What.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Okay soooo I know that Oberyn is your fave, so I'm going to request our sex god of a Prince. "You'll have to make me." "Oh, is that so?" *evil laugh here* Can't wait to see what my bestie boo comes up with

A/N: I’m in love with Oberyn Martell so thank you for indulging me. :D ILY 

Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like. 

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F! Reader (Little Sparrow) x Ellaria Sand 

Warnings: 18 + Only (Language, domesticity, oral F! receiving, mentions of sexy times) 

Masterlist 

Lemon Tarts 

You stood across from the three little girls, their hands on their hips, just like their father. “Obella, Dorea, Loreza,” you stern your expression, “which of you did it?” 

“What do you mean, Mama?” Dorea asks with a grin; oh, the sly viper had taught his daughters well. Ellaria giggles behind, and you turn to stick your tongue out at her. “Mommy, is she well?” 

“Your Mama is quite well, my love, but she wants to know which of you naughty girls took the lemon tarts from the kitchen?” They look conspiratorially between each other, and you bite your lip to stop the smile that threatens to show. “Come now,” she demands, “Which one of you did it?” 

“It’s a secret,” Loreza whispers giggling, and you drop to your knees, seeing the weak link in the chain with the youngest. 

“What’s the secret, my sweet Dove?” You twirl her dark curls behind her ear, and she leans into your hold, reaching out to hug you. 

“Papa, said we couldn’t tell,” she whispers in your ear, and the smile breaks out across your face. “We caught him in the kitchen eating the tarts, and he shared one with us. He made us promise not to tell.” You giggle and hold her tighter to your chest, standing with her in your arms, her legs wrapping around you like a monkey. 

“Loreza! Papa told us not to tell!” Obella scolds, and you look over at Ellaria with a grin. 

“It seems like Papa has been getting into my sweets; what shall we do to him? I think he will need to be punished for getting into things he shouldn’t be.” You let Loreza down with a kiss on her head, and Ellaria giggles and winks at you. 

“Yes, I think a punishment is in order; why don’t you go find him? He is in the training yards with the girls.” You nod and go over to grab your shawl and wrap it around your shoulders, the rain outside sending a slight chill through the palace. Obella holds your dress and pulls you down to her level, “what’s wrong, my darling?” 

“Please, don’t tell Papa we said anything. We don’t want him to be angry with us,” her tiny voice shakes and she looks close to tears. 

You wrap her in a big hug, “Don’t worry, my darling, your secret is safe with me.” She nods, hugging your neck tighter, which you eagerly return. Each day the girls get older, and one day, they won’t want hugs and cuddles; you must take advantage of it as long as you can. You let go and rise, leaning down to kiss Ellaria gently, smiling when she takes your bottom lip between her teeth and pulls. 

“Make him pay Little Sparrow, he must know how angry you are with him. Don’t let him persuade you away with his flowery words and gentle touch.” You give her another quick kiss and a smile walking over to the training fields. 

You follow the sounds of grunts and groans, watching from the upper deck at the fighters below. Nym and Obara spar in the center a deadly and delicate dance of quick footwork and fists. “Dive Nym!” Oberyn shouts from the corner, “you must be ready to anticipate her every move. Don’t let the fact that she is your sister distract you from your goal.”

Nym watches Obara closely as she circles her like a predator viewing its prey. “Now,” Oberyn coaches, “strike!” You hold your breath as Nym gets a grip on her sister and swings her to the ground, her hands coming out to brace on either side of her head, wrists pinned down. “GOOD! Well done!” he claps his hands together and walks over to the table to drink a sip of wine and pops a few berries into his mouth. 

You clap your hands together, and all three pairs of eyes slowly look up to watch you leaning over the railing. “Well done, girls! You have become such fearsome warriors; you bring such glory to your family, my loves.” They smile at you and mumble, “Thank you, mama”, under their breath, both shy with the praise. 

“What about me, Little Sparrow?” Oberyn shouts up at you with a smile, “no compliments for the one who trains them? You glare down at him, and his smile drops, a worried expression growing on his face. 

“You are in trouble, Oberyn Martell,” he freezes, his eyes widening; you only used his name when you were cross with him. “I know your secret, and I am here to make you pay.” 

“And what pray tell, is this indiscretion I’ve committed, my love?” The girls look between the two of you and quickly realize this is something they don’t want to miss. It takes everything you have not to giggle when they walk over to the table and grab a glass of wine and watch between the two of you like a drama at the theater. 

“It would seem that the lemon tarts I’ve spent hours baking are all gone. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” To his credit, he does look concerned for a moment before he slips on that charming smile, the one you can’t possibly resist. 

He gives a nervous chuckle and rubs the back of his head, “I wouldn’t know anything about that Little Sparrow; maybe some snakes got into the kitchen and took off with your treats. Come down here, and we can talk about it further.” He flicks his wrist down to the spot in front of him, and you scoff. 

“You’ll have to make me.” 

“Oh, is that so?” You nod, and he sighs, removing his outer coat and leaving him shirtless; the golden chain around his neck glistens, his sun-kissed skin making you weak. The girls quickly stand, taking their cups and leave out the side door. “If you won’t come to me, then I guess I will need to come to you.” He walks over to the large column and begins to scale the wall, hands intertwined in the wild ivy growing around the stone. 

“Are you out of your mind?!” you step closer to the column, reaching a hand out for him. 

He stops before your outstretched hand and puts a hand to his chest with a dramatic sigh, “my Little Sparrow, love of my life, please forgive me for eating your delicious lemon tarts. They were positively perfect; I couldn’t resist.” 

You put your hands on your hips knowing precisely what he’s doing. “Are you doing something rather dangerous so that I won’t be cross with you anymore?” He grins, and you scoff, “you’re insane; I should have married the baker’s son. Then I could have had lemon tarts, and a sane man warm my bed every night!” You yelp as he swings a leg over the banister and turn, running down the hall, Oberyn hot on your heels. 

You turn the corner and barrel past servents who giggle as you make your way back in the direction of Ellaria and the girls. The youngest giggle when you scream around the corner, coming to stand behind Ellaria. Oberyn grasps the table and fakes left and right, trying to anticipate your every move. “Papa!” Loreza shouts, watching, “what are you doing?” 

He laughs, reaching for you as you move out from behind Ellaria and try to sneak past him. “It doesn’t seem like your quest has been successful, Sparrow,” Ellaria teases, looking up at you from her book. “It seems like our Prince has the upper hand right now.” You try to run past him, but he grabs you with a shriek and tosses you over his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry little ones, but Mama thought it was a good idea to tease Papa.” You hit his back, and he slaps your ass. 

“What did Mama tease you about?” Ellaria smiles behind the hand covering her mouth, and you try to look around him to flip her the bird. 

“She said she wished she’d married someone else besides Papa. Can you believe that, my little Princesses?” You can’t see the girls, but their shrieks of laughter make you smile. 

“That’s silly!” Dorea jumps up and down, “Papa is the best man there is!” 

You can hear the smile in his voice, “thank you, Princess Dorea, now Papa has to go and remind Mama why she married him, and not,” his voice drops an octave, “some baker’s son.” He turns and you lift your head, reaching a hand out to Ellaria, who shakes her head with a laugh. 

“See you later, my love,” she shouts with a wave, the little girls waving goodbye as they jump around and giggle. 

There is not much dignity when you’re carried over your lover’s shoulder to be punished, and you try to avoid eye contact with everyone you pass—sighing in relief when the doors to your chamber close behind him, yelping as he tosses you on the bed. Oberyn stands above you, still shirtless, still handsome, but with a darkened glint in his eyes. 

He reaches out for you and quickly undresses you, peering down at you with a hunger that no lemon tart would satisfy. He spreads your legs, his big hands sliding up your thighs. “What was it you said, Little Sparrow?” your breath catches as he settles himself before your juicy cunt, “you should have married the baker’s son, so you could have all the lemon tarts you wanted an a-” he draws one thick finger through your folds. “-a sane man warm your bed? Let me remind you what that baker’s son could not do for you, my love.” 

He spends the next several hours reminding you why you chose to be with him over all others. His devotion to your body is unmatched as he makes you cum with his tongue, fingers, cock, and all over your chambers. There’s a pleasant ache between your legs, and the perspiration glows on your skin. The moonlight streams through the open window. Oberyn’s weight is comfortable as his arm is slung across your waist, lips kissing a trail down your shoulder and back up to your ear. “I think we broke our record,” he teases, sucking your ear lobe into his warm mouth. 

You turn and smile, giving him a languid kiss, “yes, you seemed to be quite motivated.” 

“Can you blame me?” he kisses the end of your nose, “you told me you wished to marry another. You’re mine; I needed to prove it.” You giggle and kiss him again, both of you turning when the door swings open. Ellaria walks inside, and you are struck with how gorgeous she is, her breasts spilling over the edges of her dress like a delicious wrapped present. 

“I have a gift for you,” she smiles, presenting a plate from behind her back, a single lemon tart in the center. “The girls and I have been working for hours, trying to get it just right.” 

You clap your hands, not caring that the sheet slips down your body as you coo in delight. “I can’t wait to taste it!” She grins and hands you the dish, your mouth watering as she strips out of her clothes and pulls the sheet away. Her necklace and bracelets click as she spreads your legs and settles between them, Oberyn reaching a hand out to palm your breast. You take a bite of the tart and moan at the perfect combination of tart and sweet, but the moans quickly turn to something else as Ellaria licks your pussy. 

“Wh-what are you d-doing?” you stutter the crumbs from the tart sprinkling down your chest, Oberyn eagerly surging forward to lick and suck them from your skin. 

“Our Prince got to remind you why you chose him, but I wanted to make sure you truly know what you would be missing if you married that Baker’s son. See, I even made you lemon tarts,” she smiles before resuming her kitten licks on your clit, her nails trailing over your hips. 

And fuck, do you never forget. 

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[vannybarber]

Let Me Teach You

Summary: Jake hasn't had any sexual experiences before, so you decide to take the next step in your relationship and start him off.

Virgin¡Jake Jensen x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, virgin Mary Jake, oral (m to f & f to m), cum play, cursing, MAJOR fluff, Jake being so innocent 🥺, you corrupting him 😏.

"If it gets too much or overwhelming, just tell me and we'll stop okay?" You turn to Jake, closing the bedroom door.

He looks at you and nods his head nervously.

It was obvious as soon as the subject was brought up the first time, he was uncomfortable about it until he finally told you he was a virgin.

You thought it was sweet and you even got a little cocky knowing you're the farthest he's gone in a relationship and would be his first. You constantly let him know that your relationship was based off of love and he didn't have to do this yet, but he insisted, also adding on that he didn't know how he resisted you this long anyway.

And here you guys were, about to do something so life changing for him. It was an honor that he trusted you with his body and you were gonna take care of him.

You walk to the bed and sit on it, him following your movements. His face is red and he's smiling so nervously. You giggle at his state and rub his ram tatted arm.

"You don't need to be nervous, honey. I'm gonna make this the best experience for you. I won't hurt you, I promise," you calm him, giggling at the last sentence.

"I know, it's just so weird that this is literally happening. I didn't think it would come honestly."

And he had a point. When he first asked you out, it was a complete mess. You were searching for a new keyboard for your PC and he was trying with much difficulty to get your number. He ended up knocking an entire row of keyboards on the floor. It was the most adorable thing ever. He ended up coming over and setting up your tech.

"Well you trust me, don't you?" You wiggle a little closer till your thighs are touching.

"Yes, I do." He wraps his arm around your waist and smiles at you. You cup his face and kiss the side of his mouth.

"Well then you don't have to worry." You plant your lips on his and move in sync with his. You pull him back to the headboard, mouths still connected.

You lie back on the bed and Jake climbs over on you. One thing he was really good at was kissing, which you also taught him as well. He almost enjoys it more than computers.

Your hands slide up his shirt and he disconnects to get it off. You admire his toned torso. He goes red again when he sees you staring.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart," you tell him, then continuing to kiss him again. He takes his own lead and trails his lips down your neck, concluding a soft moan from you.

"Can I take your shirt off, babe?" He looks at you for approval. Your heart jumps at his need for consent, although you've made it aware that he could do whatever he feels with you when he was ready. But he's such a gentleman and you loved it.

"Of course, baby", you get out, before he scrambles to remove your top. You sit up on your hands, completely bare on top and it legitimately took his breath away.

"Jake, breathe." You laugh, but cautiously wait for him to get himself together. He shakes his head before looking at you again.

"You wanna touch them? You can. Their just for you." You're getting really aroused by his shyness to seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He reaches his hands out and starts squeezing your boobs and playing with your nipples.

You bite your lip and give him a smirk with your eyes.

"Taste them if you want. Do whatever you like," you challenge him. He surprisingly, but quickly latched his mouth on them and starts flicking his tongue on the buds. You lean your head to the side and exhale. He switches over and does the same to the other one, biting it a tiny bit.

You squeal in shock and he pulls back fast.

"Did I hurt you? Was that too much? I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away! I didn't mean to-"

"Jake!" You cut him rambling, something he tends to do often. He stops and looks up at you hesitantly.

"It's alright, honey. It just caught me by suprise. I liked it, don't worry." You caress his cheek and kiss the corner of his mouth. He lets out a deep breathe.

"You wanna try something else?" you suggest.

"Yeah there is something- I well...I wanted to try. I...um saw it in a -a video?" He struggles to form a sentence.

"Jake, look at me. Just relax okay? This is safe place. Tell me whatever you need okay? Don't be nervous."

"Okay..well I wanted to try uh...or-al." He scrunched up his face, scared at your reaction. But you're overjoyed. You haven't received oral in you don't know how long. You grin at him, making his expression soften.

"You really want to?" He nods his head. "Well alright then!" You unbutton your pants and Jake yanks them down and off your feet. Heat is radiating off his body as he grabs the waistband of your panties.

"Go ahead, love." He drags them down effortlessly, with your help of lifting your lower half up. He chucks them behind him and runs his hands up and down his jean covered thighs.

You slowly open your legs and allow him to bathe in the glory that lies between your hips. He made a very audible gasp, which worried you for a second, but passed when you remembered the circumstances; he's never seen a pussy in real life.

"Its..so beautiful, oh gosh." You laugh and he chuckles with you.

"Thank you, but it would look so much better with your mouth on it." He meets your eyes, taken aback and you just wink at him. "Do you know how to do it?"

He gets all shy and looks down. "No, not exactly." You lift his chin up.

"Its super easy, Jakey. All you have to do it lick on my clit for a while and then I'll have my orgasm."

"Okay but where's the...um...clit?" You grab his right hand and hover it over your sopping pussy.

"You feel that little bud right there?" You take his index finger and plant it right on your clit. He nods his head.

"That's the clit, okay? Just keep licking there and don't stop."

"So right here?" He rubs a tiny bit on it and you throw your head back with a low "shit".

"Yes baby, exactly right there." He wastes no time laying on his stomach, face directly above your heat. You look at him once more.

"Whenever you're ready," you say, giving him the okay. He give you a smooth wink and licks a long strip to the top of your pussy. You suck in massive breath, completely thrown off. But he doesn't stop.

He maneuvers his tongue to find the bud that you helped him locate, which was now quicker to find. He flicks it 3 times and sucks on it, making a wet noise and a popping sound.

"Jake, what the actual FUUUCK!" You moan out, the top of your head literally in the mattress and he lifts his head in confusion. You jerk your head back up, with wide eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Nonononono! Baby, you're doing so good for me, just keep going. I love it. It's perfect."

He grins at your desperation before diving his head back in. This time his flicks his tongue faster and raisies his eyes up to you, just like he learned in the video.

You catch his eyes and arch your back in response. Out of nowhere, he sticks two of his fingers inside you, throwing you off once again. You sit up on your forearms trying to process everything.

He raises his head and bites his lips.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You nod your head and groan, words not coming so easily to you.

"Jake, oh my goodness, I'm gonna cum all over your face! Please don't stop baby, fuck!"

This motivates him ten times harder knowing he's going to make a girl come for the first time in his life. He picks up the speed of his tongue and moans, pumping his thick fingers quicker and even deeper.

Your abdomen heats up and prepares for the huge wave of an orgasm. You grip the sheets as it consumes your entire body, all the way to your toes.

"Jake, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming !" Your body slowly dies down from the intensity and your lower half starts feeling the sensitivity. Jake stops his movements and proceeds to lick up the mess he caused. You grab his face and force your lips on his, wanting to taste yourself, but mostly express how he just made you feel.

You moan in his mouth, chasing his tongue then pulling back after a few seconds.

"So I'm guessing I did pretty good, huh?" His face is absolutely tomato red and he's cheesing so hard.

"Pretty good ?! You did fucking amazing baby! And the fingers? I didn't expect that at all." You breathlessly laughed. "That was the best oral I've ever gotten. I am so damn serious. That was amazing for it to be your first time."

He can't even form words to express himself, but you can certainly feel it.

"You deserve something for that. Can I suck you, honey?" As you ask, you grab him through his shorts, palming him. He makes a tiny groan before nodding his head. You move from your position and he lies in your place.

Unbuttoning his khakis, you watch him and he watches you. Giving him a reassuring smile, you remove his shorts and rubs both hands on his hard on over his briefs. He balls his fists up and moans slightly.

You finally pull down his briefs to a suprise. His length hits his lower abdomen and you just freeze. One thing he also knew was that he was big. Especially in width.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out.

"Like the angle of the dangle?" You look up at him and he wiggles his eyebrows. You just shake your head laughing. For someone who has a small presence, he has an big present.

"I'm just hoping I can take all of it." And you were being completely straight up. He was really big. Not that you were complaining though.

"I guess we're gonna find out, aren't we?" He was getting really bold after his little performance on you and you were living for it.

"We sure are. Get comfy, baby." He wiggles his back and places his hands behind his head, waiting for your move.

You take the head of him and suck on it with a pop. It was your favorite part. Just swirling your tongue on it's surface got you off. You look up at him and he's already gone.

"Geez, Y/N." His head is thrown back and his toes are curled. You move down on him till his shaft is three quarters in your mouth. You gag on him, which makes you moan. This causes him to jerk his hips up, pushing himself further in you. You quickly bob your head and twist it around all while keeping eye contact.

"Baby, that feels wicked!" You almost laugh at his choice of words, even with tears forming in the bed of your eyelids. He grabs your hair and thrusts himself up in your mouth.

"I think I'm gonna come! Y/N, I'm gonna come! HELP ME!" You pull away from him and pump him while trying to calm him down.

"Jake, baby, it's okay. Just let go for me. Just let it happen. It'll feel so good, I promise." You go back down on him and move your head faster. Not a minture later, do you feel him twitch in your mouth. He let's out a long strain of what sounds like a groan/moan/scream. You feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat and slide down.

You release him from your mouth and get a good look at him, licking your fingers. He's completely disheveled and is clearly not in reality at the moment. You give him a second to come back down and straddle him.

"Oh my fucking goodness." You smile at his adorable reaction. "That," he jerks his head up at you, "was absolutely amazing! Did you swallow it?" He genuinely wonders and its so funny.

"Every last drop," you say, licking the palm of your hand.

"That is just so hot. What the actual shit." You lean down and devour him, desperate to have him inside you now. He grabs your ass and squeezes it, kissing you back.

"Want me to ride you, honey? I can ride you so good. You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and show me you like it, okay?" Again, he just nods, probably still shocked this all is even happening to him.

You rub your pussy, getting it wet all over and grab him, lining it up with your entrance. You slide down, wincing a bit as it stretches your pussy to adjust to his size. Once you're good you set your hands on his broad chest and start moving on him.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're literally squeezing me right now."

"You're so big, baby. I'm trying to take it as best as I can," you moan out, looking back and watch your ass jiggle on his pelvis. He grips your hips and slaps your right cheek, which encourages you to move faster.

"Oh my gosh, you're stretching me so good, Jake. Damn."

"I know that tight little pussy can take me. C'mon babe." You have no idea where he got this talk from, but he's doing it very well. You move so you're bouncing on his lap, skin slapping against his, making large echoes in the room.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum, Daddy." You were so into it, you didn't realize you let it slip. But he didn't mind not one bit.

"Keep riding Daddy just like that. Want me to fill you up? Want Daddy to cum inside with pretty little pussy?" All you can do it let out a lengthy whine. You bounce harder at his words.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cumm" You let bliss take over you for a moment as you cum all over him. Just as you come down from your climax, Jake starts thrusting in you, chasing his own. You bend down and capture his lips, helping him out. You move down next to his ear, breathing into it.

"Cum for me, honey. I wanna feel you cum inside me. Take what you want." Holding on to his shoulders, Jake adds a few more hard thrusts at your 'encouraging' words.

"That's it, Daddy. Do it just like that for me. Fill my pussy up." And that does it for him. He squeezes your ass one more time before he shoots his load deep inside you. You moan at the feeling of his warm load filling you up. He goes limp, attempting to catch his breath.

You sit up and look at him, smiling proudly.

"Jakey, you did so amazing for me." You kiss his swollen cherry lips. He just sheepishly smiles. You can tell he's impressed with himself.

"I always knew you had it in you. Now it's inside me."

Let's just give a round of applause for Jakey. He learned so fast and so good. 🥺 I love him so much.

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[countrymusiclover]

15 - Rain Won't Hurt Ya

Everything Changed At 21

Part 16

Tags @abaker74 @bvbwestfall

Chicago, a city I always wanted to see if I got the chance. Unfortunately that isn't going to happen today. It's been raining all day which meant Luke's concert was rescheduled for tomorrow if the weather was fine. Laying on the bed in my hotel room I laid there bored flipping through TV stations. Carter and Luke were gone trying to do mic checks for a few hours. And Chloe was off visiting her cousin who had recently moved here. She invited me to tag along but I said no thinking Luke and I would explore the city together. The rain hitting my window starts to pick up so I just rolled over to catch some sleep. I only slept for an hour because by that point it was starting to storm and get really dark. Turning on the light a loud crash of thunder went off making me scream like a kid again. Another clash of thunder went off so I dive underneath the covers hearing someone open my door. Whoever it is gently closed the door calling out my name. "Y/n, are you awake?" Luke's voice calmed me down where I peak my head out from under the covers.

He removes his muddy boots and wet coat walking over to my bedside sitting on the edge. I could hear the rain smacking against the window even harder alongside more thunder. "Are you okay. Is the storm bothering you baby?" He asked softly when I pressed my face into the pillows. I hated for him to see me like this. A grown girl in her 20's is afraid of thunderstorms. Tate and Bo aren't afraid and they're still kids. It's ridiculous where I wait for him to laugh at me. Except that isn't what happened. No he moves the covers climbing into the bed with me. Lifting my head so it was laying in the crook of his neck with his arms wrapped around me. Tilting my head up to him I'm met with his soft eyes staring down at me. "You're not gonna laugh at me for being scared over a storm?" He shakes his head tucking hair behind my ear right before thunder and a flash of lightning knocked out the power leaving us completely in the dark of night. "I can't leave my honey when she's in need. My mama raised me right after all on how to treat a lady." Luke's arms squeezed me closer where I buried my face against his chest whimpering like a dog in fright.

"I hate storms like this...they always scare the crap out of me!" I mumbled into his comfortable embrace. He kisses my forehead moving out of the bed rushing over to his room then back to mine carrying his guitar in his hands. Shifting in a sitting position against the pillows he climbed back in beside me starting to strum his guitar in an attempt to distract me from my fears. Even though I could only see his face every time a flash of lightning would happen I got to see that he never stopped looking at me when he started singing one of his songs. "My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky. He'd cuss kick the dust, sayin' son it's way too dry. It clouds up in the city, the weather man complains. But where I come from, rain is a good thing. Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey. Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky. Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck. We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town. Start washin' all our worries down the drain. Rain is a good thing."

The storm rages on outside but as long as I am by his side like this I am alright. "Ain't nothin' like a kiss out back in the barn. Ringin' out our soakin' clothes, ridin' out a thunderstorm. When tin roof gets to talkin'; that's the best love we made. Yea where I come from, rain is a good thing. Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey. Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky. Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck. We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town. Start washin' all our worries down the drain. Rain is a good thing." He played the cords on his guitar like second nature not taking his eyes off me for a moment. I felt myself smiling at him in this moment. Even though he could afford big gestures I didn't need them. All I needed was Luke to comfort me or make me smile. Telling me everything was gonna be alright and making me laugh.

"Farmer Johnson does a little Dance. Creeks on the rise, roll up your pants. Country girls, they wanna cuddle. Kids out playin' in a big mud puddle. Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey. Whiskey makes my baby. Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck. We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town. Start washin' all our worries down the drain. Rain is a good thing." He kept playing listening to the rain hitting against the window. Snuggling up against his chest I smiled. He finished singing the song laying his guitar on the floor gently. "Rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing." He wrapped his arms around me once again planting kisses to my forehead. With my right hand I lazily draw patterns on his shirt falling asleep in his warmth when the storm finally starts slowly down. "Don't worry darlin'. You're country boys got you safe and sound." He whispered into my ear falling asleep in my arms peacefully. For a stormy night it wasn't so bad because I had him there to protect me through the night. Plus Chloe didn't mind that he took her place to sleep for one night. She'll just stay the night with Carter. So everyone wins tonight.

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[plumfondler]

You're hired to change Henry's floral curtains after his computer building video. When you're up the ladder changing them he surprises you and you fall from the ladder and he catches you in those stupid big arms of his. Plot plot plot he then fucks you on that table with only the light of that computer illuminating the pair of you.

Hi I love you, @angryschnauzer, happy belated birthday. I also dedicate this to people who have unknowingly stoked my Cavill fire:

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"I'm telling you, you have your work cut out for you," Henry said, standing as you did. 

"Trust me, Mr. Cavill, I'm sure I'll have seen worse," you smiled reassuringly, looking for your bag to bring with you to your next appointment.

"Please, call me Henry," he said, picking up your bag from the back of your chair and handing it to you.

"Thank you, Henry," you smiled, trying to fight the flush in your cheeks as you said his name aloud.

He smiled and your stomach tightened; this was going to be torture.

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The morning of your first home visit with Henry had you fluttery from the start. In your years of being a professional designer you had never felt this way about a client, and working with actors was nothing new for you. Skipping your morning caffeine, you decided you didn't need the additional stimulant while already being on high alert near Henry. 

You walked through Henry's open door and took everything in: oddly placed exercise equipment, rooms that had only one or two pieces of furniture in them, horrendous curtains that had to have come with the house, and carpet the color of dried mud.

You smiled and shook your head, it wasn't as bad as he made it out to be, but you understood he was still embarrassed by it.

"I want to make this a place I won't be ashamed to show anyone. I've lived here for almost two years now and haven't had company because it's just a disaster," Henry said, popping your design daydream bubble.

"Henry I am so excited to help you with this, I can't wait to help you make this a home that reflects you."

Henry’s phone buzzed and he looked at it, “I am so sorry, please excuse me for just a moment, this is my agent,” he said before answering his phone and stepping out of the room.

You saw a step stool by the window and decided to check if your eye was right. You took your measuring tape off its keychain and stepped on the stool to measure the curtain rod above the window. 

"Look at you diving right in," Henry chuckled behind you. 

You jumped and squeaked in surprise, losing your balance. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing to hit the ground-but you didn't. You opened your eyes with a gasp to find yourself in Henry's arms, your legs draped over one, while the other wrapped around your waist.

You looked at him, wide-eyed, not able to find your voice as he smiled down at you like some sort of prince. He set you on your feet and you blinked, shaking your head. 

"I-I'm… oh. Thank you," you sputtered, hoping you didn't sound as flustered as you felt.

Henry gently placed you on your feet and you smoothed your hands over your rumpled clothes.

"Am I going to have to supervise you climbing on things? I must say I wasn't planning for that," his cheeky grin made your heart leap and your face burn.

You shook your head, "no no, I'm so sorry."

"I'm only teasing! But I can't say I'm not happy to come to your rescue."

You let out a small noise that you were hoping would sound like a nervous laugh, but ended up a little more sexual than you intended. Your eyes widened and you hurried to another room saying something about the natural lighting.

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It had been several weeks since you began the work on redecorating the first floor of Henry's house. He had been away filming for the last two of those weeks, so when he called and asked you to meet him at his home when he returned, your stomach flipped with excitement.

Henry walked into the room and his mouth fell open.

"This is incredible!" Henry said excitedly, not knowing where to look first. 

You walked around with him, not able to look away from his beaming face. This was what you lived for. 

"Can I get you something to drink? Tea?" He asked suddenly, as if just remembering his manners.

"Actually tea would be fantastic," you smiled.

"Let me put the kettle on!" He said, quickly walking to the kitchen.

You smiled as you looked at the charcoal wall and simple window treatments that replaced the burgundy paint and flower curtains of Henry's office.

You noticed a bit of blue above the window and stood on your toes to spot a piece of painters tape that was left behind. You stepped on the chair next to the desk to tug the tape off the wall as you hear Henry enter behind you.

"Well this is familiar!" He chuckled.

You turned too quickly and lost your balance, finding yourself in Henry's arms for a second time.

"Very familiar," his voice was lower and his eyes traveled to your lips.

Henry set you on your feet and put a hand on your cheek; your heart hammered in your chest.

"I would very much like to kiss you right now," he said.

"You better," you said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down.

He smiled before his lips touched yours; you sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Henry stood up straight and you let out a squeaky gasp as you were lifted off your feet.

He chuckled and held your waist, effortlessly sitting you atop his desk. You kissed again and parted your lips as his tongue swiped them. You held back a moan as your tongues swirled and you clung to Henry as if he was keeping you from floating away. 

Henry's hands roamed up and down your sides and legs, and you trembled in excitement. 

The beeping of the kettle momentarily jerked you out of the moment, but Henry smiled, "it's electric, it'll turn off on its own."

You grinned, running your hands through his hair and pulling him to kiss you again. Henry sighed and once again your deep kiss had you floating.

"My darling, I don't want to pressure you, but I have been dreaming of your thighs squeezing my head ever since you wore that little romper last month," Henry said as he kissed up and down your neck.

Your stomach tightened and you couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips as his eyes met yours. 

"Oh god," you whispered.

Henry searched your eyes, "oh god...no?" His eyebrow rose then furrowed slightly; his face was too perfect.

"Oh god I'm sorry! No! Yes! Oh my god you have me so flustered I can't think straight, Henry, I want you so fucking bad, I've been dreaming of you every night," you babbled.

A huge smile spread across his face and he chuckled, running a finger down your jaw and lifting your head by your chin.

"Good," he said, his fingers creeping up your thighs, "and, likewise."

Your legs trembled and you felt your arousal soak your panties as he started to undress you. He took off your shirt and bra, immediately lavishing your breasts with attention. His lips grazed each of your nipples and you cried out softly, your stomach in knots.

You pulled him back up, his lips crushing yours and his hands sliding around your bare back. You sighed as his arms consumed you, your legs hooked around his as he leaned into you. You tugged at his shirt and he pulled away from your kiss briefly to take it off. Your hands immediately went to his chest, dragging your nails through the dark hair. Henry sighed and kissed you again, his hands working on your pants, tugging them down and off along with your underwear.

Without another word Henry dropped to his knees between your legs, kissing up your thighs; his beard almost tickled. He breathed you in and moaned as his large hands pushed your legs open wider. You bit your lip as you watched him dive into you, his tongue dragging up your slit slowly. You gasped and he spread you with his fingers, licking up once more, just barely flicking over your throbbing clit.

You cried out and immediately buried your fingers in his soft curls as his tongue made gentle, slow circles on your clit. 

"Oh! Oh my god that's perfect, oh god," you nearly sobbed as his tongue made waves over your sensitive bud. 

Henry moaned and you could feel your wetness dripping down your ass onto the desk but you couldn't bring yourself to be shy about it.

Henry pulled away to take a breath, his thumb rubbing your clit perfectly as he kissed your thighs.

"You taste heavenly," he breathed, trailing his fingers down your lips as his mouth replaced his thumb. 

You cried out and arched your back, your release creeping closer. Henry sucked and licked steadily, your legs soon trembling around his head as you gripped the edge of the desk.

"Henry! Oh god!" You cried, your release washing over you, making your head spin.

Before you could come down from your high, Henry moaned into you, massaging your vulva with his fingertips, pressing gently against your entrance. You gasped as he slid a finger into you, your back arching and your cunt desperate for more. You cried out and he sunk in a second finger, wiggling them slightly as his tongue returned to your clit. 

You let out a guttural cry as he fucked you slowly with two fingers, his tongue rubbing your clit even slower. You didn't even have time to comprehend how he was making you feel before you were screaming his name in ecstasy, coming again.

Henry stood slowly, his fingers still inside you, rubbing his free hand over the front of his jeans.

"I could worship you with my mouth all day if you'd allow me," he sighed, running his fingers down your arm, making you shiver.

You saw the way Henry was gazing at you, with both lust and adoration, and you felt yourself weaken all over again.

"Maybe another day where we can start in the morning," you smirk, reaching out for his hand and bringing it to your lips to kiss his knuckles. 

"Oh my darling, don't tease."

"Who said I'm teasing?"

Henry leaned over you and kissed you tenderly; you moaned in surprise as his wet beard met your skin. 

You shuddered and clenched around his fingers; Henry moaned and began slowly pumping them into you again. 

"Henry please," you begged while he began feverishly kissing down your neck.

"Please?" You could feel his smirk on your skin.

"Henry I want you inside me," you gasped as he flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other. 

You saw his hand disappear under the desk and you heard a faint zipping sound. 

"You're going to have to be more specific my love, I am already inside you," he said, spreading his fingers inside your throbbing pussy to make his point.

"Oh for fuc- your dick, Henry, please!" You cried.

Henry withdrew his fingers from you and took a step back, pushing down his jeans with his underwear. Your eyes widened as you saw his long, thick cock bob as he stood between your legs. He wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly and your cunt throbbed as you watched his foreskin glide over his swollen head. You whimpered and he did it again, taking a step closer.

"Maybe you can watch me have a wank some time."

His voice broke your trance and you looked up at his smug smile.

"I know you're being a little shit right now, but I don't care, yes. Yes, please."

Henry laughed and reached for your waist, pulling you up to kiss you softly. 

"You are just…" he smiled and shook his head. 

"Ridiculous?" You offered.

"Incredible," he said, kissing you before you could respond. 

You moaned softly and wrapped your legs around his waist as his hands slid down your back and around to squeeze your hips. 

You lifted yourself and grinded into him, feeling his cock trapped against your dripping pussy. Henry moaned and bucked his hips, grinding back into you.

"Henry," you huffed.

He reached for his cock and rubbed his fat head against your clit, making you jump and moan. Henry grinned and pressed himself to your entrance and pushed slowly, grabbing your hips and pulling you together. 

You cried out and grasped his biceps as he completely sheathed himself inside you. Henry's head dropped to your shoulder as you stretched for him. You had never felt someone fill you so completely; your head was already spinning. 

"Oh," Was all you could say, your breath shaky and lips parted. 

Henry exhaled slowly and squeezed your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your skin. He lifted his head and kissed you tenderly as he slowly pulled out, and pushed back in.

"Oh my god,” you whimpered into his kiss as he repeated his action slowly, "you feel so amazing."

"Mmm… you feel amazing," Henry groaned, his hot breath on your lips making you shudder.

His thrusts remained slow, your hands roaming, your lips always finding each other. 

"Henry, faster, please," you whispered, tugging his hair gently. 

He grunted softly and snapped his hips into you faster, the desk shaking. His computer woke up and the spinning of the fans in the tower beside you made you jump. Henry chuckled and you laughed, shaking your head. The rainbow lights illuminated your body and Henry's fingers traced over the patterns as his hips moved faster. 

"God, you're gorgeous," he breathed, his thumbs flicking over your nipples as he held your sides, his eyes meeting yours.

"Henry, oh god," you cried as his cock slammed into you faster. 

Henry's eyes wandered to where you were joined and he groaned, straightening up and grabbing your hips.

"This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he huffed, slowing down to watch himself sliding in and out of you.

You supported yourself on the desk with your hands and followed Henry’s gaze, your stomach fluttering. His thick cock was glistening and you unconsciously flexed, squeezing him as he thrust into you.

Henry moaned and grabbed your legs, holding them open for you, "look how wet you are, look how well you take me…" he murmured, the rawness of his voice giving you tingles.

"Fuck… Henry, you feel so good," you whimpered. 

He moved slowly, rolling his hips as he watched himself fill you over and over. 

"You going to come for me again, darling?" He asked, resting a hand on your mound, nestling his thumb against your clit.

You gasped and arched your back, nodding and trying not to scream.

"Good," his deep, velvety voice shook you as he watched you intently. 

Henry's thumb rubbed gentle circles on your throbbing bundle of nerves as his heavy cock slid in and out of you quickly. Your head fell back and your cunt pulsed, the tightening in your abdomen growing almost painful.

"Oh god, so close, Henry can you, oh god," you choked on your breath, "can you slow for a second," you whimpered, your trembling hand reaching for him.

Henry complied, his thrusts slowing to a sensual pace that had you crying out and shuddering in seconds.

"Beautiful… just beautiful," Henry murmured, running a hand down your side to hold your hip while his thumb continued to make gentle circles on your clit.

"Oh! Fuck!" You cried, your release crashing over your body, your limbs weakening and your back arching.

Henry groaned as your pulsing walls squeezed his cock, and he stilled while your body writhed beneath him.

"Oh god you look so incredible falling apart beneath me, you are making it so hard for me to last!" Henry huffed, holding your hips with both hands, rolling his hips gently. 

You cried out softly at the over-stimulation and held onto his forearms as he started steady thrusts again. 

"I'm close… where should I…?" He trailed off.

"All over me, stomach, tits, neck, please I want to watch  you to cum all over me," you begged.

Henry's eyes widened slightly and his breath hitched

"That is the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me, my god," he said, squeezing your hips.

Henry pulled out of you and you whined involuntarily, but immediately didn't mind because you were watching Henry wrap a hand around his massive cock, stroking hard and fast.

"Fuck!" Henry cried, biting his lip as he squeezed his swollen length, thick streams of his cum covering your breasts and stomach. 

Your cunt throbbed as you watched the last of his release dribble from his flushed head and you licked your lips. 

You slid off the desk and knelt in front of Henry, wrapping a hand around his thick cock and bringing it to your mouth. You looked up at him and his eyes widened slightly as your lips parted around his fat head. 

Henry let out a long moan as he gently held your face. You sighed and suckled on his head, immediately obsessed with your combined taste.

Henry gasped as you squeezed his softening length, stroking him slowly as your tongue swirled around his head.

"Oh!" Henry yelped, as he suddenly ejaculated again, his legs trembling as you swallowed the quick spurts and sucked him clean.

You pulled yourself up, nuzzling your face into Henry's glistening chest and pressed your lips to his sternum.

He pulled you to him quickly and wrapped his arms around you, his chest was heaving and you both were still shaking.

"Good Lord," he finally exhaled, his face in your hair.

"Mmhmm,” you agreed weakly.

You stood there holding each other up for a few minutes, your body buzzing as you listened to Henry's heartbeat.

"Care to join me for a shower?" He asked, pulling away from you and noticing the mess you were now both covered in.

"Only if you promise not to ask my professional opinion on your bathroom."

Henry let out a booming laugh and swept you off your feet, carrying you to the stairs.

"But if you re-do my bathroom that means you'll come back!" He said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

"I'd prefer not to be paid when I come back," you replied, nuzzling your face into his neck.

"Oh that's a relief, the bathroom's just been redone."

[vanchlo]

The Partner / Chapter Fourteen, "The Ten"

Word Count: 5.9k words /  Story Masterlist /  Read The Assistant /  Read on Wattpad / Warning: Sensitive and upsetting topics

I wasn't sure what had brought me here. It had felt like yesterday since I'd shut this door last, even if weeks had passed since. I'd never been able to shut it on that day and I knew that I wouldn't be able to, not fully.

"Babe! Are you ready to go? We're going to be late for the meeting," a voice calls from down below. Gulping hard, my heart stays stuck in my throat at the sight before me. It hadn't been the only one this morning that was hard to swallow.

"Coming!" The upstairs guest bedroom door closes behind me. I can't help but look at it over my shoulder, still unsure of why I had come up here. "We're not going to be late, Harry! When was it that you started to become so anal about being early?"

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he doesn't attempt to hide the way his eyes roll at my remark. They finally settle on me, registering my eyebrow raise I challenge him with.

"Since you take fricken forever to get ready in the mornings, and the boss needs to be early," he tuts, nodding his head towards the front door. I hadn't noticed before how he holds it open, but now, the spring sunshine is unmistakable. "Come on already. I put our stuff in the car while you were dilly dallying upstairs. What were you doing up there anyways? It took me a few times to get your attention."

We'd long ago passed the time of saying 'thank you's for holding doors open, but habit aside, I still say it. Pulling the seatbelt across my chest, I ruminate on his question as he messes with the radio beside me. I'd become a master at being able to tell when his eyes were on me, and right now was no exception, because when I glance over at him, he's doing just that. The words hesitated on my tongue because at times I still found it hard to talk to him about her. We shared her and the grief around her. There was nobody else in this world who could know how I felt about her besides him, but the struggle persisted.

Avoiding his eyes had been my go-to when I didn't want to answer him. I did it now but it didn't serve me well, because of what I find instead. It seemed that nearly every time my eyes came upon it, it was impossible to not trace the curves of ink. It had lived on the inside of my wrist for over two weeks now and I still hadn't gotten used to it. When I thought that way, I realize I was never one to get used to things. My mother's abuse. Harry's coldness towards me in the beginning, only to be changed into sporadic softness. Then we became friends and something more, and it was hard to wrap my head around. He got hurt and I almost lost him, and it was something I still couldn't believe. It was a recurring theme in my life, especially as of late.

The permanence on my skin is interrupted by the soft edges and lines of his hand. A relief is kissed onto my skin when his fingers lace with mine, his thumb paying attention to the capital letter P in his handwriting on my skin. I don't know what does it but suddenly, I'm looking at the melancholy lifting his lips.

"I don't know but I wanted to look at her things in the nur- guest bedroom. The sonograms and clothes . . to remember that she was real and ours when . . when today I feel like I need to pretend that she wasn't," the words tumble from my lips as my throat feels tight with remembering. "I miss her."

"I miss her too," Harry says with a softness saved for times like these, which seemed to be quite often lately. It speaks louder when his lips press a kiss to the top of my hand. "But we don't have to act as if she never happened, Becks."

"I want to though. Not to act like- I'm just not ready to talk about her with people at work yet. It's almost been two months and I feel like I should be ready by now."

Repeating in and out inside of my head didn't help to steady the breaths trying to swim into my lungs. What did succeed was letting myself live in the unending sage color of his eyes, wondering what the flecks of gold would feel like if I swam in them.

"That's okay too, honey. People know not to ask and I said not to. It's more so something that you bring up yourself if you want to," he murmurs, thumbing at the escapist tear that got through my guard. "Are you sure you don't want to stay home another day? I can work from home whenever I want, you know."

"I'm sure," he had barely put a period to his words and I was insisting. His nod was fast but I could read the hesitancy in it. I tried to push it out of my mind as the car began to move, my thumb occupied by the same traces of ink on the inside of his right wrist, a P in my handwriting.

It wasn't how I thought I'd be living my life today, carrying the memory of my daughter in my heart and on the inside of my wrist, instead of in my arms in a few months.

*

I had thought at once that it was a sight for sore eyes, but now I couldn't be more sure that it wasn't. Still, I wasn't certain how I felt about it now. Seeing it had brought forth a nostalgia I yearned for, wanting to go back to a time where we were so naive and unknowing of what the future held for us. It also dug up a pain that could be unfathomable, because I knew how different things were the last time I stood outside his office door, looking in. Our happiness had been unmatched and upon realizing that, I felt my throat grow dry.

He looked more handsome than ever with the short beard he'd come to keep, one that swims into view upon turning around. I'd been caught.

"Hi, bug," Harry says, a smile making the dimples dive into his cheeks. It was small but it brought a glow to his face that I'd missed. "Are you heading out?"

Nodding was all that I could do as I stepped foot in his office. Even if it wasn't the first time today it still stung. Everything I missed was what I thought of when I stood in here. It was the framed sonogram missing beside his desktop, the space behind the guest chairs where I'd showed him the pregnancy test, and on the couch where we spelled out potential names with Scrabble tiles. That was only the beginning of what stabbed at me like knives, even if things had gotten better. It had only been two weeks since we'd started to talk and I had come to feel so much better, almost like myself again. I wasn't sure if I'd admit it but he was right. I'd come back to work too soon and it had been too much. I couldn't decide when I would tell him that I had cried in the bathroom twice today because of it all. He'd wonder when that had happened since I had been at his side all day helping him start on his new case, but I'd thought about her all throughout. I hadn't known that coming back here would stir up so many thoughts about her. How could I?

"Becks?"

"Y-Yeah, soon," I belatedly answer, grateful for his bookshelf in front of me. I know that he knows the truth, but it could seem as if I was lost in reading his titles, instead of consumed by my thoughts. No, Harry was smarter than that. He knew that I had perused his bookshelf more times than fingers I had on one hand, more than one normal person would. "You're sure it's okay that I take the car?"

"Of course. I'll just catch a ride with Myles. We still have a few things to go over anyways. We're not sure if we're sold on that one guy for the new hire or not, so we have to figure out what to do."

I couldn't find it in me to make a comment. Today had taken so much more from me than I had anticipated. I knew that there would be awkward interactions and maybe the curious looks. I didn't know that the team meeting right off the bat would let everybody stare at me to their heart's content, and let me catch them in the act.

"How was today?" his voice comes, interrupting my thoughts. I had come to welcome it, knowing how it broke up my mental web of danger. He had to have known too. "Rate it."

A title catches my eye, replacing the Pain-O-Meter we'd come to adopt since it'd happened. Plucking the book off the shelf, I flip it open to find the familiar title page and a message written in black ink. I'd have a good shot at reciting it without needing it before me even as the words came to blur before my eyes.

"Pass," I mumbled, daring the tear at my nose to fall onto the paper. Brushing it away before it can, I let the words in front of me swim through my mind yet another time.

March 2024

Harry,

I couldn't count how many times I've heard you speak of this case and all that it's taught you, even inspiring you to become a lawyer, you once said. I guess maybe I should have kept it for myself seeing as how you know next to everything about it, but maybe you won't know some of this 'never before seen' stuff. I call dibs on being the first one to borrow it from you, seeing as how it's a new release. I hope that one day we can bring justice and right a wrong like seen in this landmark case. Book aside, I couldn't ever find the words to tell you how grateful I am for you and even though it hasn't been a month yet, how much I love you, Harry. If there's a God, I'll be thanking them forever for bringing me back to you and to your firm to work beside you, and to fall in love with you all over again. I can't wait to hear you talk so passionately about this case and all of the others you look up to when we have our nightly goodnight call. I'll try not to fall asleep the next time.

Love,

Your Becks xo

"Becks?" There had been a time when I'd hated that name and how he'd mistreated it. It wasn't long after that I'd missed it deeply and wished to hear it despite being scared to. "There's no passes."

"Since when? Why can't I just for one time not have to rate my pain, Harry," I almost retort, my chest heaving when I turn to face him. His face remains stoic, that is if you were anybody but the few people who could read his face right now. The shock is clear as day and brings my hands to my mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to explode on you."

"It's okay," he assures me, stepping forward. His hand on my wrist is ginger and reassuring. "What one have you got there? Ah, the good old Glensheen murder. One of my favorite cases."

There hadn't been many times anymore that I couldn't unravel the emotions hiding on his face. Except for now, he locked it up good as he thumbed at the page, nostalgia lifting his lips into his cheeks. It made the sting louder inside of me as his mouth relaxed into its former line, a wetness clinging to his eyes.

"I'd started to think about how I'd tell our kids how I became a lawyer and it always started with this case here," unlike before, a dullness lept into the curling of his lips, a smile dipped in sour memories. "I thought of it with P, telling her how Daddy became a lawyer because of Glensheen . . but I can't do that anymore. It's too hard to think about."

A hastiness filled my actions, first with my hand on his forearm. The velvet button down he'd picked for today felt like butter beneath my fingers, but it was the only easy part about this. No, the wetness spilling onto his cheeks only made it harder and so did prying the book from his hands. It wasn't any smoother looking into his eyes as mine welled with what filled his.

"I'll rate today if you will," my gentle words came, volumes different from mine that had come before.

"Eight and a half," Harry said dryly, clearing his throat afterward. I knew how he craved a glass of water to soothe the cracks in his throat. If only it could do the same to the heart.

"That's your first eight in a week and a half," I note aloud and his acknowledgement is absent. That is unless you count his eyes falling away from mine, focused on dragging his finger along the letter on my wrist as if he could do it forever.

"What's yours?" his question is quiet, but I could hear his voice in the loudest of darks. It was what had dragged me out of my lowest of lows, afterall.

"Nine . . and a half."

It was my turn to stare at my hands and avoid the gaze of the other. I could feel his as I tried to swallow past the heart shaped ball in my throat, trying to forget how quickly his head lifted.

"You haven't had a nine in weeks, bug," Harry remarks and I don't bother to nod. What would be the point? I don't want to make it any more real than it has to be. "Becks, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"When you say nine . . do you mean a ten?" his question made sense but I didn't want it to, because that would mean I'd have to come up with an answer. That wasn't something I could do.

*

Waiting was something I had done a lot of recently and what joined it was my feeling of something being amiss. I had blamed it on losing Phoebe and how it had upset my entire life, but standing here now, both rang too true. I couldn't put a finger on why I hesitated opening the door, even though I had been here just the other night. It had been Harry and I's first double date back with Asher and Skye. We had played Cards Against Humanity and sat around the old rinky dink deep fryer whilst picking our cards.

Leaving that night, my stomach was full from the pizza rolls, cheese curds, steak bites, and more that we deep fried, but that wasn't why my gut felt off. Skye had been acting weird and I couldn't put a finger on it. Sure, things had been different since losing Phoebe, but I knew it wasn't that. Tonight, I hoped it would come to light. If only I'd known now what I would later, I would have never come at all.

There was no answer when I knocked on the door, so I let myself in like usual. Our favorite chicken bacon ranch pizza Skye had promised me wafted from the oven where it cooked. After a quick glance around the open apartment, I find that I'm alone. That's odd, I think to myself, remembering running into Asher in the parking garage on my way from leaving work today. Their cars were parked out front and Skye's purse and keys are scattered across the island. Just like the old times, I muse silently as I begin to toe off my shoes until I stop.

Loud voices carry from down the hallway and immediately I recognize them as the two blondes I'm looking for. Removing my shoes is forgotten as I inch my way into the apartment, trying to listen. Normally, I'd feel guilty eavesdropping and so I don't often do it, but that went out the window when I heard my name. It sounds like they're fighting, but what about? Does it have something to do with me? Why would it? The questions bloom behind my eyes as the sound of their arguing grows when I come closer.

Stopping outside my old bedroom door, I felt more than uncomfortable, but it only grew as I waited. It had been weird at first finding out that Asher and Skye moved into my old bedroom, but knowing that it was the biggest, it made sense. Something inside of me tells me to stop and that I shouldn't be stepping into such a private moment of theirs. If it were the other way around I wouldn't want somebody to eavesdrop on me and Harry talking, and least of all a fight. But I can't stop after I hear my name for a second time.

"Skye, you have to tell Becky. You can't wait any longer."

"Don't you think I know that, Ash? I've been trying to think of how to say it, but for the life of me I can't," my best friend sighs. A whining sound follows her words, presumably after she plopped down onto the mattress. But when it comes a second time, I realize it's drawn from her lips.

"It'll be easier the sooner you tell her, babe. You know that." An unmistakable sigh whooshes from my best friend's lips on the other side of the door. "It can't wait any longer. Maybe you should tell her tonight."

"No! She just went back to work earlier this week and Harry said that she's doing better. I don't want to ruin any of that by telling her."

"She'll understand, Skye, and I know how much you want to tell her, to share this happiness with her. It was all I could do the other night to not talk about it, because I'm excited too," Asher admits with exasperation. Another sound tells me that he's joined her to sit on the bed.

"Of course I want to tell her, but how do I tell her about . . "

I hadn't known how I had gotten here. That's stupid because, of course, I did. But sitting here now, the steering wheel of Harry's car slick with my tears, I still wish I hadn't heard what I did. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't erase it from my memory, and no amount of tears could make it better. Each breath I took sent shoots of pain through my chest as it shook with fitful sobs. The engine still ran, rumbling softly even through the steering wheel my head rested on.

I had lost track of how long I'd sat here after pulling into the driveway. I knew that he would hear the garage door if I pulled in, so I was waiting. He didn't seem to hear or see the car yet, something I was grateful for. I wasn't ready yet, but would I ever be after what I just learned? Just as much as she didn't know how to tell me, I had no idea how I could tell Harry.

The laugh track of a TV show is what I hear first upon opening the door, followed by a wisecrack from Joey on FRIENDS. My heart squeezed at the sound of Harry's subsequent giggle, and knowing how I was about to take it away. I closed the door softly as I could and still knew that he would hear it. It's instantaneous how quickly the TV is turned down and how my unrelenting crying replaces the sound.

"Becks? You're home already, love?" my favorite voice murmurs from the living room before alarm is racing in it. "What happened? Is everything alright?"

I could count the seconds before I hear his rushed footsteps coming my way, and then stopping in front of me. Harry's molasses voice rushes to say my name a few more times but he succeeds in one try to pull me into his arms. Taking my spot sitting against the front door, I melt inside of his arms.

"Baby, please. What's wrong? You're scaring the shit out of me," it was hard to make out the concern in his voice amidst the spinning of my thoughts. It was there but I knew that had things been normal inside of me, I'd be able to hear the panic and fear living in his voice. "Are you hurt?" hurrying to ask, his hands run along my body, as if checking for injuries.

His neck smells sweet with vanilla from his cologne and then woodsy all at once, a smell that used to calm me in seconds. No, not now. Inhaling, I try to focus on his voice and the feeling of his fingers in my hair, but it's more than hard. It's only after snaking my arm out from around him and my fingers into his, do I find my bearings. His chin was sandpapery against my head and although he'd wake me up with the weird feeling, I welcome it now. It's what roots me to the spot and brings me back to him.

"Becks honey, talk to me . . Don't run away from me again," sorrow leaked from his words that began to break on his lips. "Please."

"Harry," his name came out in a sob deep from inside of me. The second I'd heard those words drop from Skye's lips I had wanted him . . needed him. I had known that's the only thing that could ever make it better, but could it after I utter the words that had been spinning webs in my head? "S-Skye . . . "

"What, is Skye alright? Did something happen to her? Did-."

"Skye's pregnant, H-Harry."

*

What woke me wasn't the feeling of his fingernails dragging along my arm, raising goosebumps. It was a nightmare that I couldn't place once I'd opened my eyes, but that didn't matter because I'd woken up to one. The night before came flooding back to me, making me remember why my throat burned and my eyes stung. It was from the screams I shouted in the car where nobody could hear me, not even God who they were meant for. No, I doubted he heard me or saw the way I chased breaths between sobs.

"Morning, bug," Harry rasped in his voice dripping with extra honey.

Something unspoken hid in his words and in the way he covered my face with loud kisses. I didn't laugh or even break a smile. It was impossible after the newly awake ignorance washed away seconds after waking. I felt the hesitation in his movements, the way his chin now tucking my head to his chest moved when he was going to speak only to stop. He wanted to ask how I slept or what I dreamt about. It was the usual stuff but I knew that he was choosing his words carefully after all of the ones that were said last night.

I felt lost in my own, not knowing what to say. It was almost as bad as before when a chasm broke through our lives, carrying us away from each other. Almost but not quite. The thought made me cling to him with fear, never wanting to lose him ever again after all of the times that I had already.

"Shhh, I'm here. I-I know it's not okay right now, but it will be eventually," he cooed to me, fingers nimble and gentle where they dragged through my snarled hair.

"How, Harry? How am I going to be okay seeing her have what I want? I have to watch my best friend have a baby when- when I should be pregnant with her too. I-I . . ," no other words are possible as I begin to shake in his arms. Again.

"I know, buggie," is all that he says, speaking volumes more through his fingers drawing shapes into my back.

"How many times have they called?"

His hand pauses, frozen in a soft claw against my spine, "How'd you know? I thought you were asleep."

"I was but I know h-how they are . . She was so upset, Harry. I still feel so bad for how it happened."

"They each called about ten times already since last night between our two phones. I've gotten a few texts as well but I don't know how to answer them," he murmurs and I can only nod. His calming humming begins against my hair, some tune by The Paper Kites that he caught me listening to when I was his assistant, saying it was a favorite of his too. "Skye already said a hundred times that she understands that this is hard for you . . It's what all her texts and voicemail said."

"How can she say that she understands wh-when she's never lost a baby?" out it comes and I can't take it back, despite all of the times that I had thought it. His words of comfort begin but I'm too quick to shut them down. "But I should be happy for her and Asher," I whisper into his chest, the familiar warmth of his necklace against my cheek.

"You don't have to be anything you don't want to be, Becks. We don't get to choose how we feel . . However you're feeling is okay and it's understandable," Harry says, tracing circles under his t-shirt he pulled over me last night when I couldn't get dressed myself. "To be honest, I'm quite pissed at the world at the moment and somehow at them too. It doesn't make sense but feelings never do . . I had the hugest crush on you when we met and I had a girlfriend. It didn't make one bit of sense to me."

All that I can muster is a hummed acknowledgement before words find me, "You fought it and it didn't go away though. I want this to go away. I don't want to be jealous and mad but . . I don't know how I can't be. It's not fair, Harry."

Any licks of morning light is doused out by black when I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing that was the trick to keeping the tears in.

"I know, honey bug. Life is never fair, unfortunately . . but we're going to have our own family one day. It'll happen for us when we're ready again . . And if you can't do it, watching Skye become a Mum, then you don't have to. I don't want you causing yourself any more pain. You've already been through so much."

"But she's my best friend, Harry, ever since first grade."

"Then give it time, babe. Healing doesn't happen in a day . . We both know that."

"How can I heal if everyday I'm reminded of it, Harry? Sh-She's going to have a baby and I'm supposed to be there as her best friend, like we've always planned. The best friend plans the shower and is there for the birth, and her bump is going to get bigger. I-," he stops me before I carry on and eventually implode from the feeling bursting from my words.

"You can only do so much, and however much that is - big or small - is okay. Skye will understand," he insists from above, nudging his nose against my temple. "Shhh, shhh. It's going to be okay, babe. I promise."

Harry's words ghost over my face, smelling of the minty toothpaste we use. If my body wasn't shaking with waterfalls of tears, I'd try to care what time it is and why he isn't at work. Part of me wants to ignore it and that's the one I listen to, letting him rock me back and forth inside of the safety in his arms.

"Thanks for staying w-with me," I blubber against his neck, finding purchase with my hands cupping his shoulders.

"Always, my love. Thank you for doing the same. I know it seems like we keep getting hit down as soon as we get up."

"No kidding," I hiccup.

Trying to focus on the Elton John song he sings to me instead of the danger concocting inside of my head is no easy task. It was one of our favorite songs but it still couldn't stop me from thinking about how it should be Skye and me pregnant together. We'd dreamt out loud how many times since we were six that we'd be mothers together and our kids would be best friends. Now, that will never happen, I think miserably, wishing that things could be different just like I had thought for the last two months. Those thoughts spun back into how I'd have to stand by her side through it all, pretending that I wasn't insanely jealous and resentful. That sentence in itself makes me cry louder against his bare chest, because she was my best friend and how could I be so mad at her for something that was so amazing? I can't but I am.

It was the very same thing I'd said last night after the bedroom door had opened, all of our mouths agape. I'd tripped on my own feet, or their news had knocked me off them, I suppose. It had sent one of their plants onto its side and profanities from my mouth.

"Ree . . Oh my god," Skye had gasped, a hand to her mouth, of course. The face I had known for so many years, watched change over and over, had paled so that it almost matched the wall behind it. "Please. I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way. I promise I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how. I-."

"I can't do this, Skye. I'm sorry but I-I can't. I don't know how to," I had muttered hastily, my wet eyes already painting my face only moments before hers.

It was only seconds later that Asher had exclaimed my name for there to be no response. Moments before slamming the door, I heard him call after Skye whose footsteps trailed behind me.

"Ree, please! I'm sorry!" she had shouted after me, in a voice that snagged on the fresh crack in my heart.

"Skye, don't. She'll be okay, just give her time."

With a pained sob just before the door closed, I heard her choke out, "I never wanted to hurt her."

"Is there anything I can do to take your mind off it, bubs? It's not healthy to keep replaying it over in your head, and I know you are," Harry's murmur comes, trying to shut the door on the memory. One that is still too fresh and new, too much like the puddle of red I sat on in this very bed that morning. We'd made our way back into our bedroom and into our old lives, thinking things were going back to normal. Little did we know. Shaking my head does little to erase the thoughts, no matter how many times I do it.

"Your head's not an Etch A Sketch, bug. Stop, baby, please," he insists, bringing a hand to my head, trying to make me stop. If only I could erase the thoughts like the old toy we played with as kids. Skye and I would fight over who used it, even if we both were terrible at it. "Please, just tell me what I can do to make it all better."

"You can't always fix it, Harry. Thank you for t-trying, but . . "

Puffing, the crack in my heart widens at the pain held in just his sigh. "I wish more than anything I could, Becks. I'm the husband, the d-dad. I should be fixing it."

"Don't. You can't a-and that's okay," I say with a voice colored with the very opposite, because it really isn't okay.

"Even though it's not . . okay."

Nodding my head quickly into him answers that then and there, as if the tears loud from my eyes didn't say that already.

"I see now why you've never rated your pain as a ten before today . . ," he didn't need to finish his thought because my mind knitted it up for him. Because I need to save it for when it could be nothing else but a ten.

"I miss her. I never even met her and I miss her so much it hurts," my voice trembles, colored with memories that had just become bearable to recall. Now, I feel as if I need to find the key to lock them back up in their box because they're too painful to think about. "I just want her back, Harry."

"I know, sweetheart. So do I," his lips brush against my temple with his words, pressing a kiss there that stays. At least I have Harry. I can get through anything with him by my side. I find it in me to take a full breath at that realization, holding onto him tighter.

*

What now, I thought silently but the words spoke volumes. Underneath me the mattress squeaked when I tried to get comfortable. Tugging at my shirt, my eyes fell to my legs clad in a fresh pair of jeans. It felt bizarre to be wearing them. I hadn't gotten dressed in four days, because I could barely get out of bed. It was too much like the last time and it scared me to no end, because I didn't want to lose everything like before.

I didn't want to get dressed today or to take a shower for the first time since I'd heard about Skye, but I did. Harry gave me time and didn't push me, but when he left for work this morning, again without me, I found it in me to do it. My body had already gotten used to the baggy feeling of Harry's oversized shirt and sweatpants. Now, it wasn't sure about these jeans or the warm black and brown Argyle sweater I'd found in his closet. Dragging a brush through my snarled hair seemed like the most work I could do all day, let alone warming up leftovers after it. This time, I hadn't lost myself completely, but I still didn't feel like me. Knowing what I did changed everything once again, and I didn't know how to do it.

Staring back at me, the meticulous plans Harry and I had made seemed impossible now. The blinking cursor nagged at me to type in the shared Google document, knowing Harry would see it. The top listed the logical need to know things and then the places we'd go, followed by the costs and smaller details. It had only been a week since we'd looked at our wedding plans together, but it had seemed much longer now. Seeing the dress decorated with lace and sewn flowers in our closet pained me, making me wonder how I'd get my best friend to do my hair and makeup now. I knew that she would come, even if I hadn't answered any of her texts or phone calls since it had happened. But how could I do it?

[callmeunstable]

Angels & Demons - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Characters: Reader

Summary: She finds herself in the middle of a unknown forest after falling asleep. It seems like a normal forest until she gets to meet a mystical creature that welcomes her in a different world.

Warnings: Monsters, Cursing, Blood

Words: 2.000+

A/N: Hey! This is my first fic and I decided to place it in the universe of the greatest of the greatest. Geralt of Rivia! I don’t know where this will go 100%, but I know it’s going to be interesting. 😄 The reader starts of in our modern world and stumbles into the universe of The Witcher. I take my information mostly from the books and games but my fic is set based of the Netflix series so it’s basically beginners friendly.☺️

Disclaimer: GIF’s and PNG’s are taken from Tumblr and are not mine! Credits to the creators!

Song:

“Two face, two face, yeah Black, white, left, right, yeah Up, down, all night, yeah Can't escape it ever Don't forget my name I don't feel the same On a trip, no train“

The music made her headphones vibrate. Probably loud enough for everyone around her to hear. If there was anyone. She was alone, hiking in the forest. It was what she always did when her anxiety got the best of her. The city is loud and dirty, squeezed full with people that never look around. Never realizing what was going on in the real world. At least what that’s what they called their reality. She always thought it was foolish to believe that they were alone in this big of a universe. Impossible.

Some stones here and there made her trip but she didn’t stop. She knew where she wanted to go and she didn’t intend to stop before she reached her destination. Kicking some branches out of the way and silently passing other hikers that greeted her with waving hand. She didn’t like the people in the city. All of them were selfish and money orientated. Of course, so tried to earn some money as a health center receptionist at her university but only to keep her head above water. Her focus was on her degree in medicine. She wanted to be able to afford a good life for her and her dad.

“And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm fallin' from Eden”

She slowed down and let herself down on the ground.  Pulling her knees to her stomach and breathing in the fresh air of the trees. The pollution caused by cars and all of these different companies laying behind her. Closing her eyes and trying not to fall asleep. Her insomnia got worse on hot summer days like these. The missing air conditioning in her dorm room made it even worse. Two hours have to be enough to function. She couldn’t wait for the autumn to start. For the leaves to fall. And the crowds to shrink

“So fuck me like a rockstar, dancing on a cop car Nothin' in the world can stop me now Fucked up like a rockstar, riding in a cop car No one in the world can help me out-“

Her music was cut short and her eyes gazed at the screen. The Battery was almost empty. With an annoyed groan, she took off her backpack searching for her power bank. The only good thing summer had for her was the power of the sun being strong enough to charge the battery of the device. Still having her headphones in her ears. Just in case someone stumbled across and wanted to have a conversation. The easiest way to ignore people without seeming too harsh.

Her glance went up, analyzing anything she was able to catch. The mountains far back on the horizon hugged by a thick layer of clouds that protected them from any unwanted attention. The distance colored them in a blueish gray tone that would capture a lot of people. At least the ones who noticed and wanted to have a peerless experience.

Some strange black orbs were able to sneak into her daydream making her once again face the consequences of her lack of sleep. Slowly blinking she took a look at her watch. 2 pm. Still early. She just wanted to close her eyes for a few more minutes. To help her find her lost energy. Just in case she set her alarm for an hour and put her phone in the pocket of her pants. - “Everybody said that I'm falling, uh Took another line, I'm calling, uh I'm so sick of the nonsense, uh I'ma dive into the mosh pit, uh I don't really think I'm the problem I don't really think it's a problem Me plus me is a problem One gunshot could solve 'em Tell my friends I'm sorry though T-T-T-Tell my sins to go. And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm fallin' from Eden”

The tones of her favorite song woke her up. Her headphones got disconnected while she was asleep. With panic caused by the rush of adrenaline, she paused the music. Taking a deep breath and enjoying the silence again. Her arms were stretched above her head and a yawn made it through her mouth. Slowly gaining back clear vision she looked up again. But something was different. The dusk was slowly setting in.

She failed to set her alarm correctly. But it could be worse, she wasn’t doing anything special today anyway. As she was standing up she looked for the mountains in the far, however, her view was blocked. Big deciduous trees rose in front of her. Maybe she fell asleep in a different place? A little far more into the forest? 

She got herself up and started walking her way back. At least what she thought was the right way. Somehow everything looked a little different. As different as forests could look like. The hiker trail was gone. Slowly breathing away her risen heartbeat she tried to focus. It’s just the forest how bad can it be? She always found her way out of it. She got lost a couple of times whilst exploring new paths but still. The air felt different. Not as heavy as she was used to. The trees were able to give her better oxygen as in the city but they just couldn’t hold all of the smog back.

Her feet automatically began to walk faster and faster as time went by and nothing seemed familiar anymore. She tried to find her starting point again but that seemed rather impossible right now. There was still a lot of light left but everything seemed strange.

She started to run. Jumping over the rocks and logs that blocked her way. As she was trying to bridge over the next log she wasn’t able to see the small lowering that led to her stumbling and rolling a couple of feet down. ‘Great, just great.’ 

Her thoughts were sarcastic, helping her to cope with the panic rising in her throat.

She looked up and let out a short scream. Some big bright yellow eyes were looking at her from above. They belonged to a child with pale blue skin. At least it looked like a child. She didn’t dare to move one muscle, staring at the creature in front of her.

It was barely as tall as a 9-year-old and it’s skin made it look like it was suffocating. A rough crown made out of sticks sat on top of its head. It wore some pants that had seen better days. They seemed to be made out of a cheap fabric that was ripped in several places. A green scarf was hanging from its neck. 

“Hello.” It could speak. His mouth was stretched to wild smile.

“It’s been some time since an ol’ villager got lost in ma forest. That was some fall you had. Are you alright?” Still staring at the creature she tried to get her words together.

“Ehm…yes I tripped and fell. I don’t think I’m hurt. Thank you.”

“Good to hear. So what’s your name? I’m James.”

She hesitated. She didn’t even know if this creature was human. She couldn’t trust just anyone.

“Alva. My name is Alva.”

“Nice to meet you, Alva. So what did ya run away from? Thought the Drowners were after ya.” Drowners? What the fuck are Drowners?

“Yeah so. Excuse me the question but you seem rather … blue?” She was scared to ask something like this but this little creature seemed friendly.

“Oh that. Have you never seen a good ol’ Godling? Because that’s just what I am indeed.” The little boy laughed and seemed to be happy to have found some company.

“That is a Godling?”

“You never heard of us amazing Godling?”

The little blue boy explained to her that Godlings are woodland creatures dwelling in burrows and moss-covered hollow stumps on the outskirts of human settlements. They are deeply rooted in their home territory and perform acts of care and guardianship to those dwelling near their burrows. They watch over people as well as animals, but, shy creatures by nature, they try to do so while remaining unseen. Godlings are drawn to joy and innocence, and so delight in the company of children and usually only show themselves to the young.

“That’s why I am talking to ya. You seem fun. At least you look funny.” The boy started to walk around her while lifting her flannel and poking her skin.

‘He’s the one looking like a tall version of a smurf. What is he talking about?’ Her thought rushes inside of her head, making her regaining the feeling of dizziness.

“So you’re telling me you’re some kind of magical creature as in Harry Potter?” The girl tried to order her thoughts by sitting down and trying to hold on to the facts the little guy was telling her. Maybe she was in a coma? Or dreaming? Possibly. These are the only explanations she could come up with.

“I don’t know anyone called Harry Potter. Is he a friend of yours?”

“Ok, listen up. You’re probably just part of my imagination so why don’t we have some fun while it lasts?” As long as she sleeping and lucid dreaming she could at least make the best out of it.

“Yes, let’s have some fun! I love singing, I love music! I heard some strange melody coming from your direction. That’s how I found you.” James started to do some little happy jumps and clapping.

“Oh, you mean this?” Alva took her phone out of her pocket and showed it to him.

“What witchy device is that suppose to be?”

“No magic. Technology. Let me show you.” She pressed on some Icons and song from earlier continued.

“So fuck me like a rockstar, dancing on a cop car Nothin' in the world can stop me now Fucked up like a rockstar, riding in a cop car No one in the world can help me out.”

The little one danced to the music and showed off some rather random dance moves. Spinning in circles, jumping up and down and throwing his hands in the air.

Still thinking of her lucid dreaming she joined her little Godling friend. Turning the music louder and louder they enjoyed themselves.

Until a growl broke the peace of the music. But both James and Alva were to focused on having von dancing to notice some strange noises. They didn’t hear it, down to the moment when the girl got hit by something sharp, making her fall to the ground.

“Don’t stop dancing Alva, you’re no fun.” The Godling still didn’t realize that Alva was sitting on the ground covering her bleeding upper arm with her hand. Looking up she saw the scariest creature she could’ve imagined. 

In front of her is standing a sickly blue or green colored human, with slime and sludge oozing out of every pore and the acrid stench of rot wafting off of it. No, that wasn’t a human.

“James! What the fuck is that?” The girl cried for help.

Finally objectifying the situation, James was hurrying towards the creature when it rose its arm for another attack.

Covering her face Alva started to realize that this is the moment she was going to die. You can’t get hurt in a dream. That is just not possible. Her arm was on fire, giving her a pain she never had felt in her entire life. This was real. Waiting for the next hit but it never came.

Slowly she opened her eyes to see only James in front of her. The monster not in sight.

“Where did he-?” Completely shocked by the situation and being unable to talk, Alva starred at the boy.

“Don’t underestimate the power of a Godling. Nothing comes between me and my forest. And since you stumbled in it you’re a part of it.” He looked down at her bleeding arm and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You need a healer. As much as I’d love to I can’t heal it.”

The words barely got to the girl. She was scared for her life. She never believed something like this could happen. But one thing she knew for sure. This wasn’t her reality.

“And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin' and screamin' I'm falling from Eden.”

[reydjarinkenobi]

Loved the recent chapter of Dropkicked! I love the idea of Din being Rey's father, but the messages almost made me cry. Can't wait for more Master-Padawan bonding between the four of them, as well as more bonding between Finn and the clones.

Thank you so much! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter.

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Finn's head was spinning with the sudden changes that he'd experienced in the past few hours. It wasn't a new feeling for him. If he was honest, his head hadn't really stopped spinning since he'd decided to save Poe all those months ago.

 After that decision, that one choice which uprooted everything that Finn had ever known, everything had been constantly changing. At times, it had felt like it was impossible to pause long enough to even take a breath. Finn had been dragged through a whirlwind of chaos and fighting, moving through missions, between different bases, and around different positions in the Resistance. The only times where his mind had seemed to slow down were when he was with Poe or Rey or the general.

 For most of the first few months, Finn hadn't been sure about what he wanted to do. There had been something, deep inside him that had screamed at him to run, to find a dark corner of the galaxy so far away and well-hidden that the First Order would never find him, not matter how far their influence spread and how much power they took. However, whenever he went to ask the general for transport, for help in hiding (he knew that she would give it without judgement should he ask, in fact, she was the one who offered a few days after he'd woken up in the med bay after Starkiller Base), he seemed to catch sight of Poe fixing his TIE fighter or talking quietly to BB8, or Rey determinedly walking off into the forest to yet again sit there for hours or pouring through books as she tried to understand how to fix the galaxy, and he knew that he could not abandon them.

 These people were his people and they were fighting for what was right. And, yes, it was scary and it was difficult and they were losing. But, it felt good every time they helped someone, or saved a planet from the First Order's clutches. Finn had never felt like he was doing something right before. He didn't want to stop and, ultimately, every time he had faltered, that conviction had proved stronger than the fear.

 But time travel? That was hard to tackle.

 Finn followed General Kenobi to the luscious garden. The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was the sudden increase in temperature. This ship was fancy enough for the halls to be heated even in hyperspace. However, the humidity in room of tropical plants, which was almost like a greenhouse, took the edge of the chill that permeated hyperspace more than the heaters ever could. The second thing he noticed was the frankly ridiculous water feature that dominated the centre of the high-ceilinged room.

 General Kenobi led him over to a clear section of glass right next to the fountain and sat down in a cross-legged position.

 Finn scrambled to do the same, trying his best to match General Kenobi's posture.

 He must have done something right because General Kenobi smiled at him, filling Finn's chest with a warmth.

 "I know this must be very overwhelming for you," General Kenobi said.

 Finn nodded. "That's one way to put it."

 General Kenobi's smile widened a little. "Yes, that was rather an understatement, wasn't it? My apologies, I've had so much practice with phrasing things diplomatically that it has become automatic."

 "That's… useful."

 General Kenobi chuckled before he looked seriously into Finn's eyes. "Regardless of the… unusual circumstances you've found yourself in, you are my padawan now, and we will be working very closely together. We will be partners, even above the battalions we will be working with and Padawan Rey and Master Windu, do you understand?"

 Finn frowned, but he nodded again. "Yes. You'll be teaching me and I'll answer primarily to you."

 General Kenobi nodded. "Of course, given your age and circumstances, this will be a highly unusual padawanship and, as such, we will both need to be flexible and open to our expectations for this dynamic."

 Finn blinked. He hadn't expected such a frank and open discussion. Honestly, it reminded him of General Organa, when she'd sat him down and frankly asked him what he wanted.

 "Uh… yeah. That would be good actually."

 General Kenobi smiled gently, his posture somehow becoming even more straight even as eh inclined his head towards Finn.

 "I promise to do my best to train you in the ways of the Jedi and help you gain mastery over the Force. However, I also want you to know that, should the Jedi path not be suited for you, you will always have my support going forward, even if you decide to leave the order. I have many contacts that could help you establish a life outside the Order."

 Finn frowned. Over the past couple of months, he had come to accept the fact that he would eventually join the sparse ranks of the mystical Force Users. However, he hadn't been prepared for joining such an organised and established Order.

 "And what does it mean to be a Jedi?" Finn asked. "Rey and I tried to figure it out, but there wasn't much… I mean most records had been destroyed and it was hard to find real solid evidence of what the Order really was like… or is like I guess."

 General Kenobi put a hand on his chin, pausing in thought for a few moments before he questioned, "What do you think it means to be a Jedi?"

 Finn pressed his lips together. "From what I understand of past stories and from what I think… Jedi are peacekeepers, right? They protected the galaxy as best they could and mediate government bureaucracy to try and get fair outcomes. They protect people when they can't protect themselves."

 General Kenobi's shoulders lowered slightly. "That's what we try to do. It's become a lot more difficult over the last few years. We… try to do what is right. But you missed one, very important. We are beholden to the Senate. Especially after recent legislation. It has allowed us to have influence within in the galaxy to make it better, but everything comes at a price and we've been feeling it recently."

 Finn leaned forward, looking deeply into General Kenobi’s eyes. “There is one thing that I am certain of and that all those in the Resistance, particularly General Leia: the Jedi were good. They helped the galaxy. Even the Clone Wars was... is the Jedi doing everything they can to protect it.”

 General Kenobi glanced down, taking a slow breath before he looked up at Finn, his eyes shining.

 “That means more than I can say.”

 He cleared his throat. “It is not my place to tell you what being a Jedi is to you. However, you must know that if you choose to be a Jedi, you must commit to being a Jedi. It has to be your first priority and you can’t let anything else come before that.”

 Finn pursed his lips. “Luke said something similar when he talked about being a Jedi. I think I understand.”

 “You do?”

 Finn nodded. “Its similar in the Resistance: the cause comes first. Anything else comes second... came second. We couldn’t afford to prioritise anything over our missions or the people we were helping could get hurt... could have died.”

 General Kenobi inclined his head forward, his face impassive, but Finn was very good at reading people, having spent much of his life surrounded by people in full armour, and if he had to guess, the slight loosening of the man’s shoulders belied his relief.

 “Good. The Jedi do not forbid romantic relationships, just attachments that could compromise our objectivity or our ability to perform our duties, but I think that you understand that. If you do think that you’ve formed an attachment that will jeapordise you’re ability to make the right decision when it comes down to it, then it will your job to come forward with that and either work threw that attachement or step down as a Jedi before you get someone hurt. The Council has been more... lenient with this rule since the war began. It’s blurred the lines for many but it is still important.”

 Finn blinked and absorbed this information for a few moments before he replied, “I agree. Poe agrees too. I... think I might love him but we both knew that there would always be something that came first, even after the war. Poe has always been to committed to saving the galaxy above all else and I... I think I like helping people. And I don’t want something to come before that, not even Poe.”

 At this, General Kenobi smiled. “That is... an extremely mature response. But, just know, if you change your mind, you are free to leave the Order. You might not be a Jedi afterwards, but you will still have the support of your friends if you wish to keep in contact.”

 Finn nodded. “I understand.”

 General’s Kenobi’s grin widened and he took a deep breath. “I know that this was extremely unexpected, but I have a good feeling about you and your team. I think you will find your place here and I’m looking forward to teaching you.”

 Finn wanted to duck his head but managed to stop himself, even as he felt his cheeks heat up. “Thank you, General Kenobi.”

 “It’s, Obi-Wan, or Master Obi-Wan if you want to, but don’t feel pressured if you are uncomfortable with that title or it causes you distress. I know the negative connotations it has in much of the galaxy.”

 Finn shook his head. “No, it’s ok. I know that it’s a sign of respect. And I never - the First Order didn’t use that word. It would have been too obvious what we were then. They relied on us being too brainwashed to care.”

 Gener - no, Master Obi-Wan pressed his lips together then but went on instead of diving into a discussion about Finn’s past. He didn’t think he could handle it after the emotional upheaval. The Jedi has already talked with them about the ramifications of leaving everything behind before their medical check ups and implied that there would be more of those conversations in the future.

 “What would be comfortable being adrressed as? I can call you Padawan, or Finn, or even Commander Finn if you would prefer. You will be addressed as such by the troops. I’m afraid it’s rather impossible to get them to use your first names. Cody has only just started doing so, and that is only in private after we’ve already been doing hours of paperwork together.”

 “Any of those are fine.” Just as long as they didn’t use his number, but they hadn’t told him his number, so he would have to worry about that. “I won’t have to call the troopers by their serial numbers will I?”

 Master Obi-Wan grimaced. “Many of them have not chosen names for themselves, so you will need to address those as their designations if you want to converse with them, but a great majority have decided upon their names and prefer it if you address them by their chosen names.”

 Finn nodded vigorously. “Good. That’s good. I can definitely do that.”

 Master Obi-Wan’s eyes softened. “I know that the clones’ reality is not right, but we have thus far been unsuccessful in convincing the Senate that they need rights. I know this will be difficult for you. If you are having difficulties, please feel free to come to me or any Jedi Master if you do not want to talk to me about it. We can arrange a way to make you feel better, even if that is you staying in the Temple, though you will still see troopers there. We have found that we like having them there. It feels right and they help the young kings feel safe.”

 Both Jedi flinched after that at the reminder of just what the troopers on the Temple had done. The event was barely under one and a half years away. The troopers there still had their chips in. They couldn’t convey their information to the Council for fear of it getting intercepted. There was no telling how safe even the most encrypted comms were and this intel was too important to risk getting out. It literally meant the life and death of every Jedi. They couldn’t even discuss it with the other Jedi on their trip yet. They needed to get a plan first.

 “It’s alright,” Finn assured Master Obi-Wan. “Like I said, I know that this was the best option. Without you, the troopers would be stuck with people like Tarkin, and you would have had even less influence than you already do over the trooper’s fates.”

 Master Obi-Wan swallowed and was quiet for a few moments before he looked up. “I think that’s enough heavy topics for one day, Padawan. Do you agree?”

 Finn matched the other man’s smile and nodded.

 Master Obi-Wan shook his shoulders out. “Now, I know that you have practiced meditation, but I would like to see your progress. It is one of the most important parts of a Jedi’s skill set. It helps us connect with the Force and promotes self reflection, which is essential to ensure that you stay in touch with your emotions and feelings.”

 “And don’t fall to the Dark Side.”

 “Very good,” Master Obi-Wan agreed with a nod of his head. “But also to just ensure that you are aware of your emotions and that your connection to the Force is healthy.”

 “That sounds fair.”

 “I’m glad, Finn,” Master Obi-Wan said with a smirk. “Now, would like me to guide you through a meditation?”

 “Yeah,” Finn answered without needing to think about it. “I would.”

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 Rey couldn’t stop the giddy smile from splitting across her face as she opened her eyes. That was the best meditation she’d ever had.

 “That was amazing!” she said. It made up for the long conversation they’d had about the rules of the Jedi (that part really hadn’t been bad. It was nice when people were clear), trauma (which had been painful and left her feeling hollow) and about her feelings towards her family (which had almost made her cry). The conversation had been long and serious, but she thought that her master was convinced that she knew the dangers of attachment - she’d told him about Joie shelf learnt the difference between a healthy relationship and attachment the hard way after all.

 Master Windu’s lips twitched and he glanced down at the comm link on his vambrace, “We have time for me to begin teaching you katas?”

 Rey perked up, causing her master to chuckle. Rey’s eyes widened and Master Windu smiled at her.

 “Did I shock you, Padawan?”

 Rey stammered our a denial but that only caused her master to chuckle again.

 “It’s alright, Rey,” he assured her as he sobered. “I am a High General and the Master of the Order, which means I need to present a certain image to everyone. I know I come off as stern.”

 Rey blinked before she nodded. “That makes sense. The Order needs a firm leader.”

 Her master smiled at her. “However, you are not everyone. You are my Padawan. It is a lot of responsibility for you as we both will be held to a certain expectation when we are around other people. You will need to act respectfully and responsibly. But it also means I won’t be as... stiff around you.”

 Rey absorbed that for a few moments before she answered, “I understand... Master Mace.”

 Her lips twitched as her master sighed. “There was a reason I asked you to address me as either Master or Mace.”

 Rey grinned and Mace raised his eyebrow at her. “Remind me not to introduce you to Depa, your sister padawan. I can already tell that I will never find peace again if I do.”

 They shared a smile as warmth thrummed through their newly established bond and then Mace cleared his throat. “Why don’t we get started. The highly unique style of your saber means that you will need to learn multiple fighting styles to master the staff and dual form. However, I think I’ll start off you Shi-Cho forms for a single blade and we’ll go from there.”

 Rey nodded in agreement and stood up with her master, unclipping her saber from its stop on her belt and lighting up the blue side. Her master ignited his own saber revealing a brilliant purple colour that immediately had Rey entranced as he started showing her simple stances. 

 The moves felt good, a little awkward at first but she quickly picked them up, and soon Mace showed her the variations for staff and Jar’Kai. By the end of the lesson, they had moved onto to a slow sort of sparring and Rey felt like she’d actually made progress for the first time since she’d started training.

 “That was a good session, Padawan” her master praised her warmly at the end of it, stepping up to her shoulder. “I’ll show you to your room so you can get cleaned up before dinner and then we can complete the last step in making your padawanship official.”

 “What’s that, Master?”

 “Giving you a braid.”

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How was this? What else are you looking forward to seeing? I promise we’ll get some clone action soon.

[wickedbarnes]

Forbidden Fruit (Pt. 2) | Keanu x Reader

Warning: Smut. 18+ readers only. Daddy kink/issues.

PART 1

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"Oh, what's the matter, baby? Can't make yourself cum?" You gasped as a familiar voice spoke up. Your eyes shot open to see Keanu leaning against the doorway, arms crossed causing his biceps to look even bigger than they already were. You couldn't find it in you to answer his question. You were naked in your bed, dildo shoved deep inside your wet cunt as your other hand was pressed on your throbbing clit.

To say you were humiliated was an understatement. But somehow it only caused you to go wetter that you couldn't help but continue to push your toy in and out of you, your fingers soon rubbing your swollen nub. You watched as Keanu's eyes got darker with lust. His tongue swiping across his slightly chapped lips as he stared at you while you fucked yourself in front of him.

Keanu took the opportunity to step inside your room, locking the door behind him and soon sat on the edge of your bed, his eyes roaming up and down your naked body.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice low and deep and that was enough to elicit a soft moan from your lips as you nodded your head in response, your face contorting in pleasure.

"Y-Yes..."

"Yes, what, sweetheart?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy.."

"Good girl." Keanu smiled softly and soon looked down as you pushed the dildo as deep as you could inside your cunt. No matter how hard you fucked yourself with it along with your other toys, you just couldn't be satisfied. You needed more. You needed him.

"You're so fucking naughty, Y/N. I wonder what your mother would think with you masturbating in front of me?" He teased as his fingers began to trace up and down your thigh, trying his very to avoid touching your wet folds no matter how much he wanted to just dive right in and make you cum all over his fingers.

"She'd hate me. But then again, why are you watching me, Mr. Reeves? You could just walk out of here. But you want this just as much as I do." Your response took Keanu off guard that he couldn't help but growl slightly at you. But you watched as his lips turned into a sly smirk before he leaned in and whispered in your ear.

"Wake up, sweet girl."

Your eyes shot open as you woke up gasping. You blinked a few times and looked over at the clock on your bedside table. It was already 8 AM. You groaned and slowly sat up on your bed, putting your head in your hands as you tried to register what the fuck you had dreamt about.

Last night was an eventful night for you. Your sex drive was too high and even if you had already came three times you still wanted more. You even took the pleasure of riding your dildo inside the bathroom that you had in your room. It was easier to masturbate there since you could at least let out whimpers. But it was a thrill to keep yourself from screaming. You could just imagine Keanu putting his hand over your mouth, trying to keep you quiet because your mom might hear the both of you.

"Fuck..." You whispered as you felt the familiar, greedy sensation that's forming in your core. Throwing the blanket away, you spread your legs a bit to see your juices already soaking your inner thighs.

Yeah, Keanu did that. And he didn't even touch you. It only happened in a dream.

As much as you loved to start your morning by playing with yourself, you knew it'd take hours for you to finish considering how needy you can get during times like this. So instead, you got up and took a cold shower that would somehow help you tame your unruly hormones.

But fate wasn't kind this morning.

Wrapping your towel around your body, you shut the light off your bathroom and stepped back into your room where you gasped and held your towel in place in case it accidentally fell on the floor.

Sitting on the bed was Keanu wearing nothing but a pair of faded blue boxers and a white v-neck shirt that hugged his figure deliciously. You know what's worse? He had his hair in a ponytail. A fucking ponytail and this was the first time you had ever seen his hair tied up.

The view in front of you made you gulp but you quickly shook your head and went back to the real situation at hand. What was he doing here?

"Good morning, sweet girl. Sorry if I barged inside your room like this. But don't worry, I knocked before I came in but you were showering so I just decided to wait for you here." Keanu smiled sheepishly at you but you just stood there frozen with your hair tied up in a messy bun, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around your naked body.

'This is not a time to fantasize about him, Y/N.' You thought to yourself.

"Oh, uh... That's fine, Keanu." You cleared your throat and secured your towel properly before letting your arms fall to your side, trying to ignore the fact how Keanu's eyes lingered on your body a bit, maybe watching the water trickling down your collarbone.

"Anyways, what's up? What're you doing here if you don't mind me asking?" You asked as politely as you could.

"Oh, that's right. Well I just wanted to ask if you were okay? It's just that, last night I heard you screaming I thought maybe something was wrong." You could feel your face heating up at his words. Were you really that loud? You could've sworn you were quiet last night.

Did Keanu just hear you scream as you came?

"O-Oh! That, right. Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. I just had a bad dream. Did I disturb you?" You responded hastily, trying your best to cover up the situation but something told you Keanu wasn't buying it.

He stared at you for a moment before smiling and shaking his head.

"No, not at all. Just concerned. I was about to check up on you but I didn't want to disturb your... slumber." You gulped again at the end of his sentence but chose to just nod your head.

"Yeah, I often get nightmares. Even mom gets concerned." You laughed nervously and mentally kicked yourself for acting so suspicious.

"Is that so? Well I wouldn't blame you. You're so loud when you get nightmares, huh?" You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You could tell he knew that you screaming last night wasn't because you had a nightmare. You were fucked.

"Y-Yeah... Yeah, I get pretty loud when I get them." You replied, your voice barely a whisper because you really couldn't handle the atmosphere in this room.

And Keanu's piercing gaze on you wasn't helping either.

"I understand, baby. I get them too." He says reassuringly before he stood up and slowly walked his way towards you causing you to slowly back up and your body was pressed on against the door to your bathroom.

"Just remember..." He spoke, his voice husky as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, "If you get them again... you come to me okay, sweet girl?"

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips and you could perfectly see how his lips contorted into a grin as he looked down at you, looking deep into your eyes. You weren't stupid. You knew, you just fucking knew he meant it as something else.

"Can I trust you to do that, baby girl?" Keanu whispered and somehow, you found yourself nodding numbly at his question.

Smiling, he put his fingers underneath your chin and tilted your head up so he could press a kiss against your forehead, giving you a chance to inhale his musky scent.

"Good girl." He replied before stepping back and making his way to your door, opening it.

"Now go get dressed, darling. Wouldn't want you catching a cold." And with that, he got out and closed the door behind him. Leaving you alone with your thoughts and your already throbbing cunt.

The devil really does work hard.

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[thatsparrow]

(fjord & the mighty nein • spoilers for ep. 99 • read on ao3)

Kilgharrah is old, but Uk'otoa is older, and so when the great serpent calls, the dragon turtle listens.

Bring me the betrayer.

Below his broad claws, Kilgharrah feels the waters shifting underneath him like the rippling current of a thrashing tail. Kilgharrah is old, and so he is old enough to remember how Uk'otoa once slept as still as bone-bleached coral, breathed slow and intermittent while blood-colored algae bloomed across his scales. But now a tremor shakes the ocean as Uk'otoa gives voice to his fury, asleep no more, his bindings winnowed to a single rusted chain. Bring me the betrayer, Uk'otoa says, and Kilgharrah can feel the serpent's rage cresting over his shell, as cold and unforgiving as the sun-starved waters where Uk'otoa waits.

Bring me the betrayer—and the current moves Kilgharrah now, pulls him to the south, tilts the curve of his nose toward the water's surface—and I will flood the earth with an ocean that never ends. Bring me the betrayer, and there will be no stretch of the world that is denied to you.

Kilgharrah is old enough to know power, old enough to recognize the promise of Uk'otoa's words, and so he follows this new pull of the ocean, angles the great planes of his claws and propels himself upwards. To those watching, it would seem as if a new island is being birthed as the curve of Kilgharrah's shell breaks the surface, ridged and mountainous and ocean-slicked.

Bring me the betrayer, Uk'otoa's voice echoes, and now, there—Kilgharrah sees the stern of a vessel, sails unfurled like clouds that have been tethered to the earth. And what is that fragile assembly of beams and caulk when compared to the claws and might of a dragon turtle? The oceans are meant for those of scale and fin, not these arrogant creatures who trust themselves to cloth and matchsticks and who balance above a world that would drown them if they fell too deep below its surface. But Kilgharrah will enlighten them; the destruction of ships in his blood.

Water streams around him as he paddles forward, leaving a wake of froth and foam behind him. Ahead, the vessel sails on, but whatever momentum it catches from the wind is no match for the centuries of power in his muscles. Kilgharrah swims, eyes trained on the shadow of the keel, a dark shadow against the sun-filtered blue of the waters, his waters, and it wouldn't be the work of a moment to carve open the hull with his claws, to split the seams with the ridged spines of his back. Bring me the betrayer, Uk'otoa had said, and with the help of the ocean flooding into the lower decks, Kilgharrah will.

He's close enough now to see the figures aboard, smudges of color moving back and forth, sunlight glinting off spyglasses, gun-ports slowly opening—the signs of panic, and Kilgharrah knows them well. He lifts his head one last time—let them not mistake the curve of his snout, the bright edge of his eyes that, unbeknownst to him, have turned from a dark brown-green to a honeyed amber, the water turned to a bubbling boil around his mouth from the heat of the fire in his belly—and then Kilgharrah dives. Let them play games with their cannons and spellcraft; here, far enough below the waves where light and warmth struggle to reach, he is king. Let them wait in their clumsy ship, wondering where he has gone. Let them only understand when the wood is sundered below their feet, broken in two by the razored edges of his claws, his shell, his teeth. Let the body of the betrayer be delivered to where Uk'otoa waits below while Kilgharrah feeds on the rest.

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(Kilgharrah has little interest in the affairs of earthbound creatures—their politics and their pleas sound the same to him—but were he close enough to see the deck, were he curious to hear the conversation aboard, he might observe the following:

A forest-green half-orc stripping off his boats and coat, casting an unknown enchantment on himself and the six crew-members around him while they argue in protest.

"What the fuck are you doing—"

"Uh, Mr. Fjord, I really think we should reconsider this—"

"You understand this is suicide, ja—?"

He'd see the half-orc stop, pull himself upright, call out, "Enough!" in the brooks-no-argument voice of a captain. He'd hear the half-orc say, softer, "Enough, please. This isn't a fight we can win, nor one we can run from. If none of you have heard stories of the dragon turtles, listen closely: you bargain, or you die, and the behemoth beneath us evidently isn't looking for treasure or persuasion. It will turn the ship to kindling and swallow the remains and I'll not see that happen to any of you."

A woman now, muscled, brown-skinned, her expression stony. "Spoilers, but you don't fucking get to make that decision. If this thing wants to fight, then we'll give it a fucking fight. I'm not forfeiting before the game has started."

"Beau—"

"She's right." A human man, flame-colored hair pulled back in a ponytail and a curious monkey perched on his shoulder. "Besides, your plan is folly. Nothing of this situation suggests the dragon turtle is an agent of Uk'otoa. You have no proof it would be satisfied with your death alone."

"Listen to Caleb." A halfling woman shifts her stance, adjusts her hold on a small crossbow. "Put your boots back on and quit being such an idiot."

"Believe me," the half-orc says, "this is not my preferred outcome either, but I cannot believe this is a coincidence. We sailed for weeks on the Lucidian before without encountering any such threat, now we face our second within a matter of days? From a creature whose eyes are the same color as the crystal? No, this is Uk'otoa's doing, and I will not see you all punished for the sake of my folly."

"I hear what you're saying, but I think you've got this wrong." Firbolgs are a rare sight on the ocean; likely Kilgharrah wouldn't even be able to put the name to the tall, pastel pink creature who speaks next. "This isn't your path, anymore. Uk'otoa may not be done with you, but you're done with him. You proved that back at the Kiln. I'll grant you the mistakes you made before, but they don't have to be the end of you now."

"And even assuming you're right about this being the work of Uk'otoa—" the human man says, "—which I'm still not convinced that you are—he isn't only interested in you, but in the crystal that we recently removed from your chest. Yes, Uk'otoa may be briefly satisfied with your death, but he won't rest until he's ensured his freedom, too."

"None of that matters so long as Uk'otoa still believes that I'm carrying the orb. Better that I don't have it, and let him indulge in the belief that I do long enough for the rest of you to make your escape. Get to shore, and then you can keep the last crystal locked away in a demiplane where he may never find it."

"Please, Fjord." This from a blue tiefling, holding herself at bay a little, a pained look on her face. "Please don't do this."

"I love you all too much to let you die for me. I've made my decision, and I'll hear no more discussion on the matter, not when the dragon turtle could surface at any moment and bring about the end for all of us."

He moves to step away, but then there's a blur of movement from the human woman—the wrapped knuckles of her fists aimed at specific incapacitating points along the half-orc's chest and abdomen—but before she gets close enough, he whispers something arcane, sends out a wave of spring-green magic that freezes the six of them in place. He flexes his hand a little at the motion, as if this momentary betrayal has stung his skin. With the rest of them watching, still held fast by the enchantment, he steps toward the edge of the deck and pulls himself up to stand on the railing. Another flick of his wrist and a star-bright blade appears in his hand.

"I've re-upped the water breathing charm on the lot of us, in case something else should happen before you make it to shore. Sail fast, to whichever harbor is closest." He adjusts his grip on the sword, swallows. "I can't—thank you all enough, for everything. Take care of each other. Maybe I'll see you on the other side."

They cannot argue further with their voices sealed in their throats, and so they can only watch as he turns to face the ocean.

"Wildmother, protect me," the half-orc says, and then he lets himself fall into the water below.)

—

The next thing that Kilgharrah sees is a small splash off the ship's port side, too steep of an angle to be the burst of cannon fire. The wake streams twenty feet down, then thirty, and in the disturbance of the water, Kilgharrah can now see a humanoid shape, dark green against the blue, something long and bright held in its right hand. The creature lets itself sink lower toward the bulk of the waiting dragon turtle, close enough now for Kilgharrah to discern the figure of a half-orc man, barefoot and steel-eyed, floating steady in the gloom.

"Are you," Kilgharrah says in his deep, rumbling voice, "the betrayer?"

"I am," he says, bubbles spilling out of his mouth when he speaks. He seems surprisingly unafraid for one who is about to die; perhaps he hopes to fight Uk'otoa with that sword that's shorter than one of the serpent's teeth. "Did Uk'otoa send you?" he asks.

Kilgharrah nods, churning a wave from the heavy weight of his head. "He did."

"Good. I'm ready, now."

[hhhellish]

The night of the gala;

A.k.a “Thank God there are elite doctors in the building because I might faint”.

This is Not SFW, just so you know, since in this whole S.M. AU Damian is 19 - 20 y/o.

P. 24 / ?? 2 / 2

The only thing you saw for a second was a black suit jacket, a starched white shirt and a navy blue tie. When you raised your face, however, you found Damian's father with an... amused expression? You didn't think you ever saw that man without a frown, let alone a smile. Then he raised his hand, offering it to you, “Bruce Wayne, a pleasure to finally meet you”, you shook his hand, beaming, “Y/N Y/L, and the pleasure is all mine, sir”. He nodded, pleased with your good manners, and turned to Damian. “It was about time we met, all my kids said wonderful things about you”. Even with your heart still in your throat, you had it in you to look at Damian with a teasing smile, “Oh, really?”, he had the courage to look away and cross his arms, on the defensive. “I'm afraid everything might just be flattery, Mr. Wayne”, he chuckled, surprising you, and added, “I don't think so, they are not the type to give empty praise”.

With that, he excused himself, patting his son's shoulder as he passed by. Damian adressed you then, “Are you ready?” “Born ready, pretty boy”, he rolled his eyes, offering you his arm. That's how you came into the ballroom, your arm around his, smiling at the soft golden lights. Whispers rose on every corner, people turning their heads to the sides murmuring, while staring straight at you. Some women shot you dirty looks, flaunting tight, red dresses, and vertiginous heels that made your feet hurt just by looking at them. They looked like hungry vultures, waiting for a rich man to show up. And that whole gala was a build-a-sugar-daddy party for them.

Screeching pulled your attention away from the croud, catching Dick running towards you at full speed, before encasing you in his arms and spinning you in the air. “You look gorgeous, Y/NN!”, he said when he put you back on your feet. Your face gleamed, but before you could thank him Damian butted in. “What do you think you're doing, Grayson?”, and Dick raised his hands in mock surrender, smiling devilishly. Clad in a dark blue suit, hair carefully slicked back, he was the spitting image of an Adonis.

He led you to a nearby table, filled with complicated desserts, where Jason was sulking and discreetly stuffing his face with meringue-filled puff pastry. Then he dissappeared to 'take care of something'. Upon your arrival Jay gave you a hug, and a nod to Damian, which said boy appreciated over Dick's efusivity. “It looks great on you, sweetheart”, he complimented, and you heard Damian snort, so you shot him a look— “Behave, pretty boy”. He looked away, pouting once again, and just held onto you, arm around you, hand on your hip. Then Dick came back, a girl in tow, a champagne flute in each hand.

“Jason, Y/N, Damian,” he called, handing one glass to Jason, “this here is Yvonne”, then he smiled at Damian. “She told me you two know each other”. You smiled politely and shook her hand, but when you saw her sharp smile, you turned to Damian, and found him with a scowl firm in place, his lips pressed into a thin line. “We don't, we've only met once”, she looked at him through her eyelashes, dripping faux innocence, “Oh, don't be so mean, Dami”.

Slowly, but surely, it downed on you. This was that... that “cherry” girl. The one Damian used to make you jealous. “Did she just call him Dami? Oh, hell no”, you thought, fuming. “He can be a bit brazen sometimes,” you granted, with a sly smile, “but how would you know?”, the sweet giggle you added was to soften the jab. She looked taken aback, surely not expecting you to attack right back. And so graciously, at that. “I'm sure I've seen you somewhere, but I can't seem to put my finger on it”, the foul sneer on her face was the tell-tale sign of the venomous words she would spit right after, “Oh, maybe on TV, or any vogue magazine, really. Since, you know, I am actually famous”. That was a low hit, sure, making a reference on you being a nobody on that whole environment.

But nevertheless, you just laughed again, taking a little pastry from the table, “No, that's not it, I don't read that... kind of thing”, taking a bite you added, “I think it was from that one scandal... Oh, yeah! You're the one who tried to blackmail that one deputy with a sextape of you both!”, you turned to Jason, feeling even more smug when you saw the thoroughly amused expression on his face, “How could I forget, I wonder?”. She sputtered, utterly ashamed, and looked at Damian. Was she looking for help? Silly little girl. The only thing she saw was Damian eating you up with his eyes, as if you two were the only people in that huge room, ready to lift the skirt of your dress and make you his right there. “Oh, dear, maybe saying that here was a little mean of me too?”, she glared, eyes full of angry tears, and ran for the exit. Jason bursted into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach and everything. Dick looked at you, big blue eyes screaming apologies, but Damian's hand on your waist made any reassurance for the oldest brother die in your throat.

“May I have a word with you?”, but before you could answer, he was already leading you out of the ballroom, into a much more secluded area of the mansion, the one that his bedroom occupied. Maybe you made him mad? Oh, God, you fucked up big time. He closed the door behind him, and stared you down. You ruined his image, didn't you? What if— His lips found yours in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing a bit before your lips pushed back, desire burning away any uncertainty. “ʾAnta labiq, habibti (you have a way with words, beloved)”, hearing him speak his mother tongue made heat pool low in your belly, so you grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket and pushed his body tight against you, kissing him feverisly again. His tongue entered your mouth, softly, reverently, and you let your body be handled by hands that adored you.

When your body laid pliant on his bed, dress pushed up past your hips, Damian's head keeping your legs apart, allowing him to just drink you in, he kept moving his mouth. Kissing from your knee to the edge of your panties, and doing it again on the other leg, “Look at you, habibti, so beautiful and all mine”. You whined, bucking your hips, but he just pined them down with his hands, giving your covered center a kiss, “And so feisty, too”, he pried your soaked panties off you, getting back between your legs before you could close them, “You made me so hard, putting that harlot back in her place”. He kissed your pussy again, now exposed and bare, and hummed low in his throat. “I was just claiming what's mine”, you said with confidence, earning you a hard swipe of his tongue against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, “That's right, all yours”. He dived right in after that, giving it his all, even after you fell into ecstasy, sated, and lacked the strenght to close your legs, he kept going. Pleasuring you past your limit, to his heart's desire.

When he stopped, face flushed and mouth glistening, you pulled him up into a lazy kiss, just a sweet touch of lips that gave you a taste if your own essence. It made you feel hot all over again, but he shook his head, smiling apologetically. “People will start to suspect, habibti”. You sighed but complied, yet when you reached for your underwear, he shook his head, putting it out of your reach, “You don't need those, I'm not done with you”.

The rest of the night was spent with you two attached to the hip, Damian never leaving your side, and looking at each other like you were about to jump each other's bones. You missed Bruce Wayne's speech about generosity and the importance of donations, but Dick clued you in, still looking dejectedly at you, just like a kicked puppy. You had to assure him it wasn't his fault, but warned him that maybe he was way too trusting. But, hey, Jason was still laughing! And Damian stayed that night with you, giving you everything you needed. [insert “Careless Whisper” by Wham! here]

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