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gigabyte-flare · 1 year ago

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He Comes Alive (Part 5)

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Summary: The townsfolk decide to hold the annual Harvest Festival despite the police chief's son being found dead. Meanwhile, Leon acts on his instinctual desires.

Word Count: 6.7k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

You’re somewhere in the middle of asleep and awake as you listen to Leon descend the stairs to answer the door, hearing him call out as you hear the squeak of the front door opening. You can’t understand what they’re saying but you immediately recognize the voice as Chief Bob, causing your anxiety to immediately spike.

Had your Dad actually called the police on Leon?

You decide it’s best to get up and look for yourself, so you climb out of bed, your eyes widening at the literal bloody mess that’s on Leon’s sheets. You’re mortified but you’ll deal with that later. Not wanting to put yesterday’s clothes back on just yet, you walk up to what you assume is Leon’s closet, opening it to see if you can find a t-shirt you can throw on. You spot a navy blue t-shirt, grabbing it and slipping it on over your head. It just barely covers everything, but it’ll work.

You go downstairs, following the sounds of Leon and Chief Bob’s voices to the front door. You walk up from behind Leon to stand next to him rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Everything ok, Leon?”

Leon turns to you, his eyes widening subtly upon seeing your attire before he replies, “everything’s fine, angel, Chief Dion was just telling me about the emergency town meeting later tonight.”

“Oh?”

“With the closure of the hiking trails up in the Notch, we need to decide if it’s safe to have the Harvest Festival,” Chief Bob explains, “I hope to see you both there tonight. It’s at 7:00.”

“Of course, we’ll try to be there,” Leon replies, giving Chief Bob a warm smile.

“Perfect, take care, you two,” Chief Bob says, giving the two of you a subtle wave before walking back over to his police cruiser.

Leon shuts the front door, looking over at you. His eyes scan up and down your body, a subtle smirk forming on his lips.

“I never thought you’d look so breathtaking in one of my old Raccoon City Police t-shirts.”

“Oh--” you reply, looking down at the faded R.P.D. logo before shifting your attention back to him, “I just threw on the first t-shirt I saw in your closet. I hope you don’t mind…”

“Of course not, angel. Now then, I’m sure you're starving, let’s get you some breakfast, hm?”

You reply to Leon with a nod as you follow him into the kitchen and watch him make breakfast for the two of you; the smell of bacon and eggs soon filling the room.

“Thank you, by the way,” Leon suddenly says as he continues to cook breakfast.

You raise an eyebrow, “for… what?”

You watch Leon plate the bacon and eggs before turning to you, handing you the plate, “for letting me be your first.”

“Oh…” you say, realization hitting you like a ton of bricks, causing your cheeks to turn pink, “n-no, thank you. You were amazing… and sorry that I’m on my period… I can’t imagine that was pleasant…”

“On the contrary, angel,” he says, plating his own breakfast before leading you to the dining table, “I very much enjoyed myself, regardless.”

If your cheeks weren’t red before, they certainly are now as you slowly eat away at your breakfast, glancing over occasionally to see Leon doing the same. After a few minutes of eating in silence, you speak up.

“Do you think they’ll cancel the festival?” you ask, mid-chew on a piece of bacon.

“Only one way to find out.”

The rest of the day had gone by in a flash and, before you know it, it’s time to go to the town meeting. You and Leon get into his Jeep and drive into town. You are taken aback by how crowded it is; Leon had to park in the grocery store parking lot, forcing the two of you to walk about 10 minutes to the town hall. You gather that almost everyone is here; there weren’t even any chairs left in the meeting hall; you and Leon stood in the back of the room, his arms wrapping around you.

You lean into his embrace as your eyes scan the crowd for your parents. Sure enough, your eyes settle on your father’s. The look on his face as he stares back at the two of you could have set something on fire. You watch as your mother suddenly turns to you, smiling before turning to your father and smacking him in the shoulder, forcing him to look away from the two of you.

You watch as Chief Bob walks out to the podium, tapping on the microphone to get everyone’s attention. The idle chatter immediately ceased, the room so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Chief Bob begins, “We honestly did not expect this large of a turnout but it warms my heart to see that the festival is something that our town clearly cares about.”

He clears his throat before continuing, “as many of you know, Oakvale has held this festival since 1947, this year marking its 40th anniversary. We’re about two weeks out but the festival committee has been keeping a close eye on the situation with hikers getting attacked and killed on the Franconia Notch trails. With Nate’s untimely death, that hit close to home for many of us, especially for my wife and I.”

You feel Leon give you a reassuring squeeze in his arms upon the mention of Nate.

The Chief continues, “and with the closure of the Notch trails, the committee has gone back and forth on whether or not we cancel the festival for the safety of not just our citizens, but of the tourists that will come here for the festival. However, it was decided that we will discuss this as a town; I’d like to open the floor for questions, concerns and comments.”

You and Leon listen as compelling arguments are tossed back and forth both for and against canceling the festival, the main concern being the loss of revenue for the town. There is no doubt that the festival is a huge money maker for Oakvale. Another concern, one that your father unsurprisingly brought up, is that with the trails now closed, that there’s a risk of the animal wandering into town, drawn by the large crowds.

“That can be avoided with enough police presence, Lincoln and Woodstock have already stated they’d lend us officers in the event we decide to hold the festival,” Chief Bob replies to your father.

For agonizing minutes, the room bursts into chatter while you and Leon stand in the back of the room, observing the spectacle. Chief Bob taps on the mic once more, the room going completely silent once more.

“Alright, let’s hold a vote. All in favor of canceling the festival, raise your hand.”

You watch as about a dozen hands go up, including your parents’.

“All in favor of holding the festival, raise your hand.”

This time, almost everyone’s hands go up, including yours and Leon’s. You lock eyes with your father once more, his look of disdain going straight into you, causing your blood to turn cold.

“Well…” Chief Bob says, looking around the room full of raised hands, “I guess that answers that question.”

It’s late; Leon doesn’t know what time it is. What he does know, however, is how perfect his angel looks beneath him, passed out from the string of orgasms he gave her some time ago. It’s been a week since she started staying here with him; Leon couldn’t believe his good fortune. He finds his gaze focused on her exposed neck, his hunger becoming ravenous.

No. He made a promise to himself he wouldn’t feed on her until it was time to give her his gift. Climbing off her, he sits at the edge of the bed as he peels the condom he used off. He lifts the condom up to eye level to inspect it, watching as a single larva wriggles around inside his seed trapped in the condom. Letting out a sigh, he stands up, walking into the bathroom, grabbing some toilet paper to wrap the used condom in, giving it a firm squeeze in his hand to ensure the larva is dead before tossing it into the trash.

Walking back into the bedroom, he grabs his boxers and jeans off the floor, putting them on. He walks over, checking to make sure she’s sleeping before he leaves the bedroom, descending the stairs to the padlocked basement door. Digging his keys out from his pocket, he unlocks the padlock and descends the stairs, turning the light on at the bottom. What he finds troubles him.

The young man he had brought back from his hunt over a week ago is clearly dead, his body slumped forward; the only thing keeping him upright is his restrained hands tied behind him around the support beam. Leon walks up to him, grabbing him by the hair on the back of his head and lifting his head up, letting go. He watches as the young man’s head immediately drops forward, confirming that he is very much dead. Judging by how white the man’s skin is, Leon wouldn’t have gotten much out of him anyway if he was still alive.

“Shit…” Leon mutters to himself.

Leon walks over to a workbench against the basement wall, grabbing a large knife from it. He walks back over to the dead young man, cutting his restraints. The body falls forward onto the floor with a loud thud. Leon walks back over to the workbench, putting the knife down and picking up a large tarp to wrap the man’s body in. Once the body is thoroughly wrapped, Leon slings the body over his shoulder, carrying it up the stairs, shutting the light off on his way up. He sets the body down onto the floor, turning around to lock the basement door back up.

He then turns to go up the stairs, stopping in the bedroom threshold to admire his angel’s sleeping form for a moment before he walks around to her side of the bed, bending down to give her a soft kiss on the lips. She stirs in her sleep.

“Leon…?”

“Hey angel,” Leon starts with a soft smile, “I have some traps on the hiking trails I need to check for the B.O.W.. I’ll be back, ok?”

“O-Ok… be careful…” she says softly, closing her eyes.

“I will. I promise,” Leon replies, giving her another kiss on the lips before he turns, leaving the bedroom.

He goes into the living room, putting his socks and work boots on before he walks back over to the body to pick it up off the floor, walking outside with it. He walks up to his Jeep, opening the tailgate and tossing the body inside, shutting it. He walks over to the drivers side, putting his keys into the ignition and driving off.

It must be really late because there isn’t a single soul on the road as Leon drives to the trailhead where he originally found the two poor hikers unfortunate enough to cross his path on his hunt. The fact that they were the same two men that gawked at him and his angel as he was courting her was just an added bonus. Coming upon the trailhead, Leon kills the headlights on his Jeep and turns in to park. He wastes no time grabbing the body from the back, unwrapping it from the tarp and heading deep into the woods with it. He finds a good spot to dispose of it, about a half mile from the body of the other hiker he killed that same night. He’s honestly surprised Fish and Game hadn’t found it yet.

After disposing of the body, Leon goes on the hunt, sniffing the air for any signs of anyone on the trails. He knew it was a long shot now that the trails are closed, but he is hoping there would be someone stupid enough to come anyway despite the ordinance. Leon must have walked several miles but can’t find a single scent of human life in the forest. He does stumble upon a deer. He technically can survive on animal blood but Leon is a picky man.

Human blood tastes so much better.

After several hours, Leon can see that the sun is about to come up, so he calls off his search, returning to his Jeep to drive home while it’s still dark. His timing is perfect, because the sun is just starting to rise as he pulls up to his house, parking his Jeep to go inside. He’s surprised to be hit with the smell of eggs and bacon as soon as he walks in; his angel must have gotten up to make breakfast.

“I’m back!” he calls out as he walks into the kitchen, confirming his suspicions upon finding her in front of the stove.

She turns, smiling at Leon as he walks into the kitchen, “you went out without a jacket or anything? Aren’t you cold?”

“Nah I’m fine, the cold air is good for burning calories,” Leon replies with a chuckle as he walks up next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, “thank you for breakfast, angel.”

Leon kisses the top of her head as he watches her cook. He appreciates the gesture, even if the food will do nothing to sate his hunger.

“Any sign of the B.O.W.?” she asks, leaning into his embrace as she cooks.

Leon shakes his head, “nope. Nothing.”

While the town is busy getting ready for the Harvest Festival, you and Leon are hard at work on his house. Over the last couple of weeks since you practically moved in with him, you two managed to get the living room and entryway redone and decided to work on the master bathroom upstairs. It’s small, so most of the time it was just Leon working on it while you keep him company. Currently he’s laying under the bathroom sink, redoing the plumbing from the sink while you sit on the edge of the bed.

Over the last day or so, you notice that Leon is looking exceptionally pale and today, you can see some of his veins are dark and prominent, especially on his arms. He also seems to tire more easily, his breaths heavy as he works to wrench off one of the pipes under the sink.

“Leon,” you finally speak up, “have you been feeling ok?”

Leon stops what he’s doing, sitting up and looking at you with a quizzical look on his face, “what makes you ask, angel?”

“You just look… I dunno… sick…”

Leon looks down at his bare arms, seemingly acknowledging how pale he looks as he nods his head before standing up from the floor.

“I suppose I have been pushing myself pretty hard, lately,” he says, walking up to you before sitting next to you on the bed.

“Maybe you should take a break. The Harvest Festival starts tomorrow and goes until this Saturday, Halloween; let’s pick a day and go!”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, angel,” he says, wrapping his arm around you.

You notice immediately that his skin is cold and clammy, but you chalk that up to his exhaustion from working on the house nonstop.

The two of you decide to go Wednesday in hopes that it wouldn’t be as crowded. Unfortunately, you were wrong, very wrong. Parking was next to impossible until Leon finally found a spot way in the back of the lot by the forest. It’s late afternoon, the sun hanging low in the sky. The Oakvale fairground is teeming with life, the sounds of people laughing and screaming on carnival rides filling the air. The star attraction, a large ferris wheel, lights up the entire area like a lighthouse, drawing everyone to it like moths to a flame.

Leon is wearing one of his dark leather jackets, but even with that on you could see that Leon looks even more pale than he had the other day, noting dark veins spreading over his muscular neck.

“Leon, are you sure you’re feeling ok, you look worse than you did the other day.”

“I promise, I’m fine, angel. I just need some fresh air, which I’m sure we’ll get plenty of here.”

“Alright… but if you look worse tomorrow, promise you'll go to a doctor.”

"I will, angel," Leon replies, giving you a reassuring smile before he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

He suddenly leans down to you, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling deep. You let out a playful giggle at his gesture.

“Leon! What are you doing?”

“You smell irresistible, angel,” he replies, giving you a kiss on the top of your head before he pries his nose from your hair.

It takes several minutes to walk the length of the parking area to the fairground, the setting sun turning everything a brilliant orange as it makes its descent behind the mountains.

“How about we watch the sunset from up there?” Leon suggests, nodding his head towards the ferris wheel.

You feel your cheeks tingle at the idea, “we’ll have to get tickets first, there’s a ticket booth right there next to it.”

“Wait here,” Leon says, planting a kiss on the top of your head before you watch him walk up to the ticket booth.

You watch them exchange words, unable to hear anything they’re saying over the sounds of the crowd and the rides. With tickets in hand, Leon walks back over to you, reaching to take your hand and leading you over to the ferris wheel line. It’s long, but it goes fast; the two of you are next to board before you even know it. Getting into the cart, the two of you sit on one side as the wheel slowly begins to move up. Leon wastes no time pulling you into his embrace.

“So…” you begin resting your head on his chest, “once the B.O.W. is taken care of, you’ll have to leave, won’t you?”

You feel his chin rest on the top of your head, “I should be able to pull some strings to be able to stay here, I wouldn’t be fixing the house up otherwise.”

As the cart makes its ascent to the top, the two of you sit there in silence, but Leon’s gentle rubbing of your upper arm and the occasional kiss he places on the top of your head speaks more than words ever could. The love you feel for him is overwhelming, although for some reason you were hesitant to say it out loud. The cart finally reaches the top, stopping for a few minutes.

“Wow…” you say under your breath.

The sunset is the most beautiful you have ever seen. It looks like the whole sky is set ablaze as the sun slowly creeps behind the mountains. You feel Leon’s nose bury itself back in your hair, feeling him inhale deeply once more.

“Someday soon… I hope to give you something really special,” Leon says suddenly, “a gift.”

You shift in his embrace, looking up at him into his blue eyes, “what kind of gift?”

You can barely contain your excitement at the implication of his words. The first thing that immediately comes to mind is an engagement ring. You watch a smirk cross Leon’s lips as he stares back at you.

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise, you’ll have to wait and see.”

“You’re such a tease,” you say as you playfully punch his shoulder.

“God, I love you,” Leon replies before he pushes you into the side of the cart, kissing you deeply.

His words give you whiplash, you aren’t even given enough time to process them when his tongue dips into your mouth as he practically devours you. He breaks off the kiss for a moment, his lustful gaze locked on yours.

“Do you think anyone would notice if I fucked you up here?” he says with a smug look.

“Pretty sure they’d notice one of the carts moving erratically,” you reply, unable to contain your bashful giggling.

“Damn,” he replies, the disappointment evident in his voice as he leans back so that you can sit back up in the cart as it begins to make its descent.

You watch his eyes scan the fairgrounds for a moment before you shift back over to him, his arm draping across your shoulders. After a few minutes, your cart descends back to the ground and you’re let off the ride.

“I need to use the bathroom real quick, I think I saw it over there while we were up on the ferris wheel, I’ll meet you back here, ok?” Leon says, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

You reply with a quick nod as you watch Leon head into the crowd. You take this opportunity to look around at some of the vendors in the immediate area. A lot of them were selling cheap knockoffs of popular cartoon characters, funny hats and toys, but there are some homemade soaps and other homemade crafts and foods as well.

15 minutes go by and Leon still hasn’t come back yet. You do your best not to worry, you figure there is probably a large line to use the bathrooms; there always seems to be a line at the festival. You’re at a stall belonging to a lady that made handcrafted signs when all of a sudden you hear a very distinct sound.

Bang. Bang, Bang. Bang…

“Is that gunfire?!” you hear someone say as you hear more banging sounds ring out.

You quickly realize the sound is coming from the direction of the bathrooms.

“Leon!” you call out as you make a run to the bathrooms.

As you run closer, you can still hear the gunfire, and as you come upon the bathrooms, you realize the gunfire is coming from the woods behind them. You don’t hesitate and run into them, noting that there are several police officers following behind you with their guns drawn. You run about a quarter of a mile when you find Leon standing over a young man; his gun drawn and pointing to the depths of the woods.

“Leon!” you call out to him, the officers quickly catching up to you, “are you ok?! What happened?!”

Leon turns to you and you’re shocked to find his jacket, shirt and face are covered in blood, “when I got over here to use the bathroom, I heard someone calling for help, so I came to investigate. Something was on top of him. I managed to drive the creature off him but it bolted into the woods. I tried to resuscitate him but…”

You watch Leon’s gaze shift to the young man splayed out on the ground. The man had a large gaping wound in his neck, blood still coming out of it and his mouth. That at least explains why Leon has blood all over him, he had tried to perform CPR.

“Sir we’re going to need to see some identification,” one of the officers states, approaching him.

“Of course,” Leon says, pulling his wallet out and flipping it open to show a federal ID, “I’m agent Leon S. Kennedy, Division of Security Operations. I’m stationed here on official classified business.”

The officer nods, looking down at the dead young man, seemingly satisfied with Leon’s response. Chief Bob suddenly approaches, running his hand through his hair, staring down at the dead young man in disbelief.

“Son of a bitch…” Chief Bob says under his breath as he gently kicks the body with his foot before turning to the other officers, “evacuate the fairground, we need to shut down the festival.”

The ride home is solemn, you zone out looking out the window into the night as Leon drives. All you can smell is the man’s blood that is all over Leon’s clothes; he thankfully managed to clean off his face in the bathroom before leaving the fairground. You suddenly feel Leon’s hand caress your thigh, making you jump a little as you come out of your daze.

“You ok, angel?” Leon asks softly as he glances over at you.

“Yeah… I guess I’m just shaken. What was that guy even doing out there?”

“From what I saw when I first found him, he went out there to smoke a cigarette. Poor guy…”

“Did you see the B.O.W. at all?”

Leon shakes his head, “not really, it was dark, but I could see it had these back claw things and a long tail before it bolted into the forest. I’d never imagined it’d try attacking so close to town like that.”

“We’re never going to hear the end of it from my Dad…”

“Your father can kiss my ass,” Leon says, his voice full of malice.

“Leon… please don’t…”

“He treats you like shit, tries to control everything you do. It’s a miracle he’s even married to be honest.”

“Leon, he's still my Dad.”

“And you’re my mate. So long as I’m around, your father has no power over you.”

You blink a few times, your brain trying to figure out if you heard him correctly, “I’m your… what?”

You see Leon shake his head quickly, correcting himself, “sorry… city slang. My girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend.”

Hearing him refer to you as his girlfriend makes your nerves spark, you lean your head against the passenger side window in an attempt to calm yourself. The Jeep finally pulls into the driveway; Leon parks it on the side of the house and the two of you head inside. Leon makes sure the front door is locked.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower,” Leon says, peeling off his blood soaked jacket and shirt, walking over to the washing machine adjacent to the kitchen and tossing them inside.

“I like that idea a lot, actually, “ you reply as your eyes move up and down his naked torso, admiring his physique.

Leon smirks at you, seeing you gawk at him, “I knew you would, angel.”

You watch as Leon goes upstairs, you soon follow close behind him. He goes into the master bathroom, turning on the shower to warm it up before he discards the rest of his clothes. Even from where you stand in the master bathroom threshold, you can see that he’s already starting to get hard, meaning the two of you clearly had the same thing on your minds. The second thing you notice is that his skin looks a thousand times better than it had when you first got to the fairground; full of color and life. He was right; he had just needed the fresh air.

You begin to undress as Leon steps into the shower, joining him once you’re fully unclothed. Leon’s hands are immediately on you once you’re inside the shower with him, pushing you against the shower wall as he leans down to kiss the crook of your neck. You feel his hands grasp at your hips as you feel him kiss, suck and gently bite your neck; there will surely be marks later but in that moment, you don’t care; the only thing on your mind is him and how much you want him.

A soft moan escapes your lips as his own begin to trail down from your neck, to your shoulder, then to the front of your chest where his mouth latches onto one of your breasts. You feel his tongue lap the sensitive nipple, causing shivers to travel down your spine and throughout your entire body. With one of your hands, you caress down his toned chest until you’re greeted by his rock hard member, your hand grasping around it to give him slow, but firm strokes.

“Oh… fuck…” Leon moans, taking his mouth off your breasts to lean down and kiss you.

His kiss is deep and hungry, his tongue invading your mouth as he has your hips in his vice-like grip. You manage to break away, suddenly getting on your knees, gently holding his throbbing cock by the base as your tongue gently runs up the bottom to the tip. It’s a lovely shade of dark pink, crying pre-cum as you take him into your mouth.

“I get to fuck your pretty mouth?” you hear Leon growl as he thrusts into your mouth, his hand grasping the hair on the back of your head.

You gag as the tip of his cock pushes into the back of your throat at an increasingly fast pace; the sounds coming out of your mouth are borderline pornographic. You feel tears tease the corners of your eyes as Leon relentlessly fucks your mouth and just when it's becoming too much, his hand that’s on the back of your head yanks your mouth free, pulling you up to force you to stand.

Leon pushes the shower door open, aggressively pushing you against the bathroom counter. You manage to catch yourself with your hands, looking up into the mirror to see Leon looming behind you. One of his hands is placed on your back, pushing you forward as you feel his cock prod at your soaked hole. He quickly sheathes himself inside you, eliciting a loud moan out of you when he bottoms out inside you, your walls instinctively squeezing around him as he fills you.

He wastes no time thrusting into you. The thrusts are slow, but powerful, with purpose. A combination of his name and ‘oh my god’ spilling from your lips as you are fucked dumb on his cock.

“That’s it, taking me so well my pretty angel,” Leon purrs as he picks up the pace on his thrusts.

You lean your head forward, your arms shaking as they struggle to prop you up on the bathroom counter. Suddenly, you once again feel Leon’s hand grasp the hair on the back of your head, pulling you up so that your back is against his chest.

“This pussy is all mine, you hear me, angel?” Leon growls in your ear, “I want you to watch yourself as I breed you.”

His thrusts become aggressive, your mind too cock drunk to protest him cumming inside you. Your eyes threaten to roll into the back of your head as the head of his cock abuses your cervix. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you cum on his length, your walls squeezing him tight as you moan loudly. Letting out an animalistic growl, Leon pushes himself as hard and as deep into you as he possibly can. You suddenly feel a sharp, excruciating pain from deep within your core followed by the warmth of his cum filling you as he pushes himself inside you; you watch as your face contorts in the mirror. Tears stream down your face as Leon’s arms wrap possessively around you while still pushing his throbbing cock inside you.

“L-Leon… it hurts!” you sob out in agony, your body violently trembling.

“Shhhhh… I know, angel, I know. You’re taking my seed so well, baby. I have to make sure it takes. It’s almost over, I promise,” he softly coos in your ear.

It feels like an eternity before Leon’s member finally stops throbbing inside you. He gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek before he slowly pulls out. You let out a pathetic whimper as you collapse against the bathroom counter, your body still shaking from both the pleasure and the pain. You can feel some of his cum leak out as it runs down the inner side of your leg. You feel Leon’s fingers spread your pussy lips open; you glance up in the mirror to see the look of pure admiration on his face as he stares at your leaking hole.

“So beautiful,” he whispers.

Saturday morning, Mick’s favorite. His eyes slowly open to see the clock read 7:47am back at him. He rolls onto his back, stretching his arms out to find the space next to him is empty; Sandi is already up. Mick climbs out of bed, sliding his feet into his slippers before he walks into the master bathroom to relieve himself. Afterwards, he goes downstairs into the kitchen, the smell of bacon filling the air as he spots Sandi over the stove making breakfast.

“I grabbed the paper, hun. It’s on the table,” she says as she begins plating their breakfast.

Mick sits down at his chair, unfolding the newspaper to be greeted with large bold text reading:

Trick or Treating Canceled in Oakvale

Wild animal attack during annual Harvest Festival prompts town officials to cancel trick or treating.

Mick doesn’t bother reading the rest of the article. He flips the page, shaking his head.

“Did you see they canceled trick or treating tonight?” Mick asks Sandi as he reads through the paper.

“I did,” Sandi says as she brings two plates of bacon and pancakes over to the table, setting one down in front of Mick while she sits in a chair next to him, “what a shame.”

“Why does no one listen to me? I told them having the festival was a bad idea and look what happened.”

Not even mentioning Leon was there when it happened…

On one hand, it makes sense that Leon was there given what Leon had made him privy to when his daughter moved in with him, but there is still a part of him that thinks that Leon is somehow involved; he just can’t prove it.

“Honey, I know, but the festival is a huge part of this town, you know that.”

“I know…”

“Fish and Game found those two hikers from Plymouth State yesterday, both dead,” Sandi says, eating her breakfast.

Mick lets out a heavy sigh as he sets the newspaper down on the table, digging into his breakfast in silence, his mind wandering. He calls back to the first hiker that went missing, which wasn’t unusual around here. People went hiking in the Notch unprepared all the time. Now that he thought about it, he doesn’t think they ever found that person’s body.

The rest of the day is uneventful. Not getting trick or treaters is an adjustment. Mick spends his evening in his recliner, mindlessly scrolling through channels on TV. There’s a sudden rap on the door, startling Mick so much that he sits up in the recliner. He looks up at the clock, which reads just after 11:00pm. The knocking continues, insistent and forceful.

“Who the fuck could that be at this hour?” Mick asks himself under his breath as he walks over to the front door, opening it to find Leon, clearly out of breath as he leans up against the door frame with one arm.

“Leon!” Mick says, surprised, “what are you doing here?”

“I need your help, Mick,” Leon begins, “I have the B.O.W. cornered but not for long. I can’t take it down on my own.”

“Why come to me for help? Did you run here?” Mick asks, looking around behind Leon but not finding his Jeep.

“I did…” Leon replies, still winded as he stands up straight, “I came to you because you’re the only other person besides your daughter who knows about the B.O.W. and I am not putting her in danger.”

“Shit hold on, let me get my gun,” Mick says as he turns to walk into the house, but Leon grabs his arm to stop him.

“There’s no time, I have a gun for you right here,” Leon pats the holster strapped to his leg, “we need to go. Now.”

“I need to at least tell my wife--”

“No, don’t tell a soul, if it gets out there’s a B.O.W. here, there will be panic. I can’t let that happen.”

Mick is at war with himself, he doesn’t trust Leon, but on the chance that Leon is being truthful, this is his chance to put an end to this nightmare and things can finally go back to normal around here.

He looks to Leon, giving him a quick nod in acknowledgement, “let’s go.”

Leon pulls the gun from his hip holster and a flashlight from his pocket, handing them to Mick before he gestures for him to follow him. Mick follows, quietly closing the front door behind him before both of them break out into a run. Mick struggles to keep up with Leon, who’s obviously in much better shape than he is being a government agent and all. Within 10 minutes, they’re at the fairground, unsurprisingly; this is where the creature got its latest meal, of course it would stick around.

Leon and Mick head into the forest, Leon leading the way as they continue to run deeper and deeper into the forest. Eventually, they come upon a small clearing, Leon slowing himself to a stop as Mick runs slightly ahead into the clearing. Mick looks around, not seeing any sign of life in the immediate area.

“Where did it go? Did the fucker take off?” Mick scoffs in frustration as he continues to look around ahead of him into the darkness, the flashlight doing little to penetrate it.

“It’s right here.” Leon growls from behind Mick.

Mick turns around slowly, the flashlight confirming his deepest fears as his breaths become ragged with his racing heart. Leon is standing behind him, shirtless. Black veins sprawl across his skin as Leon stares at Mick with piercing red eyes. Leon’s mouth starts to morph into a sinister grin, revealing two long, sharp canine teeth.

“I fucking knew it! What are you, some kind of vampire?!”

“Oh Mick… I’m so much more than that,” Leon purrs, flexing his fists as he slowly approaches him.

Mick watches in horror as four long, claw-like black appendages burst from his back, his eyes widening in shock as he stumbles backwards away from Leon’s approach. Then, a long scorpion-like tail snakes out from behind him, curling to the front to reveal a sharp, blade-esque end.

“Jesus Christ!” Mick cries out, holding the gun up and pulling the trigger.

Click, click, click, says the empty chamber of the gun.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… you really think I’d be stupid enough to give you a loaded gun, Mick?” Leon taunts, continuing his advance.

In a last ditch effort to defend himself, he chucks the empty handgun at Leon, who catches it with lightning fast reflexes with his hand, putting it back into his hip holster.

“You certainly had me nervous, Mick, you seem to be the only one who caught on to the fact that there’s something very wrong about me,” Leon says, his voice dripping with venom before he licks his fangs with his tongue.

“What do you want?!”

“I want what any man wants, to breed with his mate and pass down his bloodline. I’m the last of my kind, you know. I have to do my part to ensure the survival of my species.”

“Your mate? You mean my fucking daughter?!”

Leon lets out a low chuckle, “yes I mean your daughter. You should be proud of her, she’s currently carrying my offspring. She doesn’t know that yet, but she will soon enough, I promise you.”

“You son of a bitch! You won’t get away with this!”

“Oh, but I will Mick,” Leon says, grinning, “you see, the only ones that know what I truly am are you and I. I am quite famished, Mick and lucky for you, I enjoy playing with my food.”

Mick continues to back away from Leon, the light of the flashlight shaking as Leon stalks closer.

Leon chuckles once more before continuing, “I’ll even give you a head start, so I hope you make it fun for me.”

“Shit…” Mick says under his breath as the reality of his situation sinks in, watching Leon grin even wider as he spreads his arms out in a taunting gesture.

“Run.”

Part 6

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janeyseymour · 10 months ago

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La Cosa Nostra- pt 13

(co-written with @schemmentis): Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12.

Summary: You and your wife spend some much needed time together, only for it to go up in flames.

WC: ~2.5k

When Melissa comes in, she finds you with both arms wrapped around your girls, them curled into your sides. She sees the tracks of the tears that had been pouring down your face earlier in the night, the pout of your bottom lip, the way that even in sleep and holding your girls you seem to be in distress.

Melissa quietly gets ready for bed before slipping in between the sheets. Rosie gladly curls up to her when she gently shifts her to her chest so she can shuffle closer to you. The hand not resting on a small back reaches, the backs of her fingers lightly caressing your cheek, imagining she can wipe the now dried tears away from you. “Ti amo, vita mia.” She whispers in the dark of the bedroom.

You blink awake in the dark a few hours later. Your girls are still softly sleeping. You roll over and nearly start crying again when you see your wife asleep and holding Rosie. You knew she would be home, eventually. Still, seeing her is a relief. You curl in closer to her as you close your eyes again. Maybe you can get an hour or two of actual good sleep now that Melissa is here. Before your girls try to pry your eyes open again.

You somehow manage to wake before either of your girls, or your wife. You convince half awake twins to settle for kissing Melissa's cheek and whispering good morning before you get up and get them breakfast. You don't even have to remind them to be quiet when they go back to do the same to say goodbye before taking them to school. You know they miss her, even after only one late night. You do too. But you'd hate to take any more rest from her.

You hug the girls goodbye at school and are walking across the lot back to your car when your phone rings. Your brow furrows. Your phone hasn't rung since you were taken off the salon. You tug it from your pocket, your confusion growing at Tony's name on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. Could you come down to the salon? It's kind of important.”

“Isn't all that your job now, Tony?” You all but sneer.

“Look, we gotta talk about some of the financials. So I need you to help me sort it out, alright?”

You roll your eyes. “I'll be there in a minute.” You reluctantly agree, hanging up before Tony can say anything else.

Despite you not being a part of the operation anymore, you still step through the back entrance of the salon. Tony wants to call you in? Then you're going to come in at the business end of it.

You stop halfway down the hall at the door of the back office being open. When it was you; you never left it open and unlocked. Too many important things were kept there. You glance inside, raising an eyebrow at the near emptiness of the office. The file cabinets are gone, and so is everything from on top of the desk. The room is empty aside from that desk in the middle of it.

“There you are.” Tony says as he turns down the hall. “C’mon.” He tugs you lightly by the arm into the office, shutting the door behind him.

“Quite the rearrangement, Tony.” You comment, putting your hands in your pockets as you pace around the desk. “What's goin’ on, huh? What'd you suddenly need me for?”

“The ledger.” Tony says, cutting to the chase. “We need the ledger for the other business.”

You look at Tony, head turning to the side. We? You think to yourself as you study him. Suddenly it's we. And you're not a part of that we. “No.” You finally say.

“What?? What d’you mean no? Look, Y/N, my ass is on the line now, and we need that ledger that you have to have.”

“Oh, I have it.” You say. For all intents and purposes, you do. Only you and your wife know where it is. “I just ain't giving it to you. Tell whoever you're answerin’ to that if they want it; they better talk to me directly. ‘Cause I ain't trustin’ it with you, Tony. I wouldn't have trusted you to balance the cash register drawer.”

He goes to argue, but your phone ringing interrupts him. You roll your eyes at him as you leave, answering it.

“Hello?”

“Babe, where are you? Why didn’t you wake me?” your wife nearly shouts into the phone. “I just woke up!”

“Honey, you needed the sleep,” you tell her softly.

“What I needed was to see my girls off to school and to check on my wife before heading into work- on time!”

Her shouting at you makes you tear up all over again as you slam the door to your car. “I’m sorry. I’ll come pick you-”

“Don’t even bother,” Melissa huffs. “I’ll walk the few blocks.” And then she hangs up on you.

Your heart nearly shatters in your chest, and your eyes instantly well up with more tears that threaten to spill over. “Mel,” you whisper out softly.

You do still drive the way to her work, and when you get there, she’s just storming in. It’s clear she’s on a warpath as she slams the back door and throws her bag on the chair in the office. You step in a few seconds later, sending a sympathetic look at Valentina; she looks horrified.

“Mel,” you whisper as you wrap your arms around her waist, trying to stop her anger. She just shrugs you off. “Mel, please.” Your voice breaks as your heart actually does shatter this time.

She turns around at the hiccup in your voice, and there’s a fire in her eyes that dies out as soon as she sees the redness in your eyes and the tears that are there.

“Mi amore,” she whispers as she pulls you in.

“Mel, I- I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m so sorry I didn’t wake you this-”

“Hey,” she hushes you gently. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I got so frustrated and yelled. I just… this all has me stressed to the max, and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

You cry into her shoulder, and your wife is quick to kick the door shut with her heeled foot. You cry just as harshly and abrasively as you did last night, although this time you don’t have to stifle the sobs that come bubbling out of your body.

“Honey,” she whispers as she rubs your back soothingly. “Baby.”

“I- I don’t even know,” you continue to shake with the sobs that rack through your body.

It takes you much longer to calm down than she hopes. But eventually she does, and after checking her progress on the ledger, she ushers you out of the building. She shouts to Valentina that she’s in charge, at least for this morning, and if someone comes in with an envelope full of money to just leave it on her desk.

“Melissa, you can stay,” you whisper as you wipe at your nose with your sleeve. “I’ll be- I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Melissa answers, leading you to the passenger side of your car. “If anything big goes on; Val will call me. Right now, you’re more important, amore.” She squeezes the hand she’s been leading you out by lightly, her head nodding for you to get in.

It’s only once you do that she closes the door for you before rounding the car and sliding into the driver’s seat. She reclaims your hand once you’ve buckled your seatbelt, kissing your knuckles as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“You really could have stayed.” You say quietly.

She squeezes your hand again, glancing away from the road just long enough to raise an eyebrow at you before looking back. “I’m not gonna leave ya when you’re clearly not okay. And don’t go saying you’re fine. I know when you’re lyin’, remember?”

You sigh, leaning back in your seat for the short drive back to your home. “I’m just…over emotional with all the changes. It’ll pass. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll be fine, that much is true.” Mel agrees though she keeps a hold of your hand held in her lap. “But I’m not going to just expect this to pass. It’s been a lot lately, yeah. But it ain’t like you to just…” She sighs, without finishing. “You’re gonna tell me ya weren’t this way last night, too? Before I got home?” She asks softly instead, her thumb gently passing repeatedly over your knuckles.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Melissa nods, with a half grin on her face. “Which just means yes.” She says. “This is more than just everythin’ goin’ on- even if it has been a lot lately. For right now, stop tryin’ to fight me on stayin’ home, and consider talkin’ to me and lettin’ me help instead, huh?”

You don’t say anything else on the rest of the short drive. Instead, you consider everything over in your mind. As if you haven’t already a hundred times. By the time you’re following Melissa into the house, you could have another anxiety breakdown without much push.

You gladly slip into her side on your couch, her arms that had been held out in invitation instantly wrap around you. You sigh, though you don’t begin crying again. You return your wife’s embrace equally, clinging to her as much as you’re curling up to her side.

“Talk to me, tesoro.” Melissa repeats quietly, kissing your temple as she holds you close.

“Did Sammy tell you I almost turned myself in the other week? When they had you in the station?” You can guess her answer before she gives it based on how you feel her briefly freeze against you.

“No.” Melissa finally answers, one of her hands gently rubbing across your shoulders. “He didn’t. Probably ‘cause he already knew I was seconds away from tearin’ somebody to shreds that day. You really almost did?”

You nod, sniffling slightly. “I just…didn’t know what else to do. All this pressure on us and then gettin’ you so involved….them tearing apart Twelve Tables… God, that was as bad as watching somebody beat you, Mel. It’s like the same thing. You worked so hard for it and they ruined it because of me and—”

“Shh,” Melissa murmurs, tugging you into her lap to hug you even tighter. “None of it’s because of you, amore. We talked about all this plenty before we got serious, didn’t we? Then all over again before we got married? Don’t go actin’ like I’m some innocent little housewife over here, huh? You treat me better than that. You treat me like your partner, your equal, in everything. Includin’ all this. I knew what we were gettin’ into when we started, baby. We both did.”

“I know,” you mumble into her side. “But now... it’s so much more than just us and the business. We have your restaurant now. We have the girls now. The only thing that stopped me from turning myself in was the girls. I- I couldn't turn myself in and miss everything for the next ten to twenty years... the teen years, graduating and sending them off to college, high school boy or girl drama... potential grandbabies.”

“If either of them has a baby before they’re twenty, we are going to have problems,” Melissa chuckles lightly.

“Well... if I wasn’t there, you know that data shows kids with one absent parent statistically are more likely to fall into...”

“Not our girls,” your wife states firmly. “If anything happens to one of us, I have full faith that those girls will stay on the right track because of whoever is left with them.”

You just sigh into her, inhaling the scent of the perfume that she has on. You take a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to spill over again. They don’t though. You have your anchor right now.

“What do you need right now?” your wife asks you gently, once your breathing becomes more regulated. “Comfort, a solution, or to just... sit in the shit together?”

You shrug against her, and she only kisses your head as a response. You end up falling asleep, and when you wake up, Melissa is no longer next to you. In fact, the only reason you wake up is because your two tiny terrors are jumping on the couch next to you despite your wife’s quiet protests.

“Girls, let Mam sleep,” you can hear the redhead sigh as she drops their backpacks at the door.

“We are!” Rosie protests. “We just want to cuddle her and make her feel better after last night!”

Your response is to pull them both close to your chest with a soft sigh as you keep your eyes closed. “Mam needs some Cat and Rosie snuggles.”

“‘See?” Cat tells your wife pointedly. “Mam needs us!”

You hear Melissa’s low chuckle before she exhales quietly. “Is Mam going to be okay if I head to the restaurant?”

“Can we come with you?!” Rosie asks. “I miss Auntie Val.”

“Stay with Mam,” you tell them gently as you pull them further into your lap. “Cuddles, some pizza, and-”

“I only like the Pizza that Vince makes at the restaurant,” Cat tells you.

“We can order takeout from Mommy’s restaurant then,” you try to placate.

“Why can’t we just go there?” Rosie whines out as she tries to break free from your hold. For such a small little thing, she sure is strong. She ends up getting out of your restraint, and she’s quick to put her shoes on and grab her backpack before taking hold of Melissa’s hand.

“Girls, why don’t you... go grab some coloring sheets and crayons from the basement?” your wife suggests. They run off.

“They are not going to the restaurant now that it’s the front,” you tell her.

When you expect your wife to agree, she merely shrugs. “There are usually other kids with their parents, and the guys drop off in the back.”

“Melissa!” you say sternly. “My girls are not going to a front!”

“They are our girls,” she tells you firmly. “And I think... I think that if they’re at the restaurant, and the Feds show up, having the girls there will help fool them into thinking we aren’t up to anything.”

“Melissa.”

She just shrugs. “You want them off our backs? I think this is the best way to get them off our backs.”

You go to protest her idea again, but the girls come running back with new boxes of crayons and a multitude of coloring sheets in their hands.

“Come on, sweet things,” she says softly. “We can all go to Twelve Tables.” The redhead takes both of their hands, grabs their backpacks, and leads them out the door. You fume as you follow behind her. You can’t believe she would go against your wishes and make such a big decision on her own.

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dollfaceksj · 1 year ago

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“he needs to eat dinner at 5pm and his antibiotics are in the little pocket on the inside of his bag,” you ramble as you hand your mother your son. “he had breakfast at 8, lunch at 12. he–”

“yes, yes,” she says as she swats your hands away and takes her grandson. “oh, my baby. sick and tired, aren’t you, baby?” she coos, snatching jun’s bag from your hands.

“i’ll pick him up tomorrow evening, alright?” you say with a deep sigh and rub his back while he hugs your mother

“yeah, that’s fine.” she kisses his cheeks and turns to you. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“mom,” you whine, “don’t give him too much sugar and put him in bed by 9pm. i’m serious!”

“yeah, yeah, yeah.” she dismisses you with a wave of her hand

you sigh quietly and give one last kiss to jun before giving your mom one and then waving, heading back to your car

you wave at jun from your car and get into the car before driving back home

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you take an everything shower, scrubbing all nooks and crannies, getting rid of body hair

not that yoongi ever cared

you do it for you.

you dry your body and do your hair

apply some light makeup

you wear a black teddy with a buttoned crotch for easy access and wrap your body in a silk bathrobe before you start cooking

you’re not sure if he’ll have eaten by the time he gets here

and you also need to eat!

so you’ll cook for YOURSELF.

of course… no other reason

time is so damn slow

but by the time you’re finished

7:30pm

you take your time tidying up around the place

applying perfume

applying some cuticle oil to your cuticles, checking your manicure

soft nude square nails

you brush your teeth

trying to do anything to pass the time

and then

your phone buzzes

your heart is beating out of control

you check

text message

from: yoongi

‘Be there in 5.’

AH.

why are u nervous?

chill

you’ve done this before.

just

CHILL.

you impatiently wait on your couch, staring at some random show that’s playing on your tv

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it’s been 10 minutes since he sent that message, that piece of sh–

and like a gag in a sitcom, the doorbell rings

ah shit.

SHIT.

you take a deep breath and rise to your feet

chill. just RELAX.

you walk up to your front door and take another deep breath before opening up

and there he is, grey sweatpants, grey hoodie

the hood of his shirt over his head, hiding his black locks

fuck he looks good

you stare up at him, swallowing your nerves

“hey,” he quietly says

“hi.” you step aside to invite him in

he walks in and kicks his shoes off, looking around

“so, how have you b–”

“i didn’t invite you over for small talk,” you mumble as you close the door behind him and start heading down the corridor into your room

an exhale escapes him but he quickly follows close behind you

you walk into your bedroom and suddenly start getting more and more nervous

“you just wanna jump right into it?” he asks, uncertain

you turn to look at him, watching as he closes the door behind him and glances at you before tugging the hood off his head and revealing his beautiful hair

“i’m just doing what i think is best,” you mumble as you untie your bathrobe to reveal some of your body underneath but leave it on

his eyes instantly drop to your body, eyes staring at the strip of your lingerie and body that you’ve decided to reveal to him

your body is set on fire under his gaze

until he chuckles

what the fuck?

“what?”

“nothing.” he shrugs his shoulders. “just didn’t think you’d wear lingerie for me.”

fuck

you scoff, “i didn’t wear it for you.”

be serious.

he laughs this time as he starts closing the distance between you two and it all shoots a tingle right down your core

“no? why did you wear it, then?”

you almost choke as you try to moisturize your dry throat by swallowing quickly. “for me. feeling sexy turns me on.”

he slowly nods and moves his hand up to your arm, slowly tugging your bathrobe off one shoulder. “so, you didn’t wear this piece because it’s my favorite, then?”

fuck

“is it?” you glance down at the black teddy you specifically wore because it’s his favorite. “that’s coincidental.”

you’re a shit fucking liar.

“hm,” he hums and plays with the fabric of your bathrobe, his eyes glued to his fingers. “and you also didn’t do your hair cause i like it like that, right?”

you huff. “you’re delusional.”

😂😂😂(youtotallydid)😂😂😂

his lips twitch and you can only describe it as him trying to stifle a smirk. “if you say so, baby.”

you scowl at him. “what did i say about sweet talking?”

he chuckles and tugs your bathrobe further off your shoulders, letting it drop to your ankles. “i just called you ‘baby’, relax. scared to realize you never fell out of love with me?”

“you fucking wish,” you mumble as you instantly cross your arms over you chest, a subtle attempt at hiding your body from him

he leans down, face closing in on yours and just as you think he’s about to kiss you, he buries his face in your neck

“you still smell so fucking good.” his lips graze the skin of your neck and it sends a shiver up your spine

he knows how much you love neck kisses

damn him.

“i thought i told you no kissing,” you mumble but make no efforts to stop him, on the contrary, you tilt your head to the side to give him more access

he starts pressing soft kisses to your neck. “i’m not kissing you, i’m kissing your body.”

you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes

“will you let me touch you?” he asks, lips now grazing your earlobe

“yeah,” you let out in a breathy tone, sounding desperate as fuck

his hands find their way to your waist as he turns you around

the simple touch of his hands on your waist electrifies your entire body

you continue to press your arms into your chest, hiding your body

he doesn’t seem to notice as he starts pushing you back towards the bed

once your calves hit the side of your bed, you plop down and look up at him through your lashes

he tilts your chin up to look at him with his index finger. “i’ve missed this view, you have no idea.”

he really needs to stop talking before you pathetically beg him to come back home

you were serious when you set up those rules

“stop talking.” you move further back on your mattress. “and get rid of those,” you mumble as you point at his clothes

he simply chuckles as he rids himself of his hoodie and sweatpants, leaving himself standing there in his boxers

your eyes rake over his body

the strength you need to fight the urge to stretch your arm out and slide it down his chest to his stomach could be used to split a cliff

he reaches for the buttons holding your teddy together at the bottom, snapping them open which causes you to gasp quietly

he glances down at your exposed pussy, a frown creeping on his brows

“what?” you mumble, thighs clenching as you try to close them

suddenly feeling

extremely insecure

he keeps them open using his hands and glances up at you. “you don’t look prepared at all.”

fuck

he’s right

you were so busy getting ready, doing your makeup, shaving, showering, doing your hair that you completely forgot to prep yourself

“i,” you pause. “it’s the nerves.”

he sighs and glances down again. “i can’t stick it in like this, y/n, you know that.”

you stay quiet, silently staring up at him.

“i know you said no foreplay but–”

you cut him off. “and i meant it.”

he sighs silently and rubs his forehead.

he moves your teddy further up your stomach but you instantly stop him from exposing any more of your skin

he looks up at you with a frown. “what are you doing?”

you shake your head and tug the fabric back down to cover more of your stomach. “nothing.”

he stares at you and lets out a sigh of exasperation. “y/n, i’ve seen and memorized every inch of your skin. why are you hiding it from me?”

you grunt in response but he’s clearly not budging without an answer

“just because, okay? i just don’t want anyone to look at the scars and the stretch marks, they are just–”

“scars and stretchmarks?” he hunches over to stare at you head-on. “the scars and stretchmarks that are there as proof of you sacrificing your body for my son?” he asks. “the c-section scar that exists because you got sliced open to bring my child to life?”

you have nothing to say

you just stare at him for a while in silence, a slight pinch between your brows

and instantly, you’re reminded of the complications during jun’s birth

jun had stayed in the womb too long, he was overdue

didn’t want to come out

to the point it had gotten dangerous for him

you were told you needed an emergency c-section

or else jun could pass away in the womb due to the lack of oxygen supply

staying in your womb too long messed with his immune system and it’s the reason why jun is sick so often

yoongi climbs onto the bed, settling in between your thighs

“you think i give a single fuck about that?” then, he snatches the teddy further up again, exposing your body to him. before you can protest, he lowers himself even more and kisses the skin on your stomach

you slightly squirm under him, especially since he’s dangerously close to your exposed sex

but your thoughts are erased when you realize he’s kissing

your

c-section

scar

and your heart almost shatters in your chest

“my wife or not, you’re still the mother of my child. i’ll kiss the fucking ground you walk on as thanks for giving me my son.” he shakes his head as he glances down at your sex. “scars and stretchmarks,” he scoffs. “absolutely insane.”

you huff in response, hiding your eyes by draping your arm over the upper part of your face

it’s quiet for a little while

until you hear him sighing

“will you let me eat you out?” he asks, hand gently stroking up and down your thigh

“uh,” you mutter, palms starting to get clammy

fuck

well, what do u do now?? you said no foreplay and you were serious but….

“hey,” he calls out to you.

you look down to meet his eyes.

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to but i’m not going to hurt you by being hasty or because you’re stubborn. i’ll just get up and leave and we can try again tomorrow.”

FUCK.

you know damn well it’ll only be a matter of time before you’re head over heels for him again if you start breaking those rules you set up

what now?

to be continued.

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yanderesimp2000 · 11 months ago

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extreme yan Adam x fem reader chap 5/6 "look at you now completely helpless" MWBB 18+

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TWS,Brainwashed listener,Cruellty, Adam being the normal incel he is, threats, smut,reader has clipped wings, You having to wash Adams crusty wings , playfully Adam, Wrestling in Adams HUGE ASS BATHTUB,Sex,kinda teabagging

you woke up today in bed with Adam he was snoring his smooth tan skin pressing against your face his ruffled hair covering your eyes you didn't remember much about the last day all you remembered was you were very bad and you got punished but you don't know how then you suddenly start to here Adam stirring a little this lasted for 2 minutes before he opened his eyes looking at you and said "oh hey bitch how are ya" you weren't taken aback because this is just how your supposed to be treated right "good Adam how did you sleep" you replied adam scoffed annoyed and said "it was fucking fine okay" you were a little sad but didn't want to make him feel bad so you just took it

adam groaned again before saying "yea now make me breakfast I'm fucking starving he then seemed to remember something Oh yeah you need to wash my wings their so dirty and the need a whole bath" you were happy getting that info because you were being useful thus making him love you more then you hear him shout "babe, Make me some pancakes and they better be with bacon or your gonna be in a world of hurt" it sounded like he was joking but at this point you don't know what's a joke or teasing and what's a threat

you finish up breakfast and call him in from the living room "breakfast is ready babe" you call Adam sighed and said "just bring it to the couch we can eat their okay" you agreed knowing you couldn't say no to him he's done so much for you how could you say now You walk over with your guy's plate and you plob down next to him

you two didn't really talk much while you were eating he did do something though he was rubbing his fingers between your wings but they felt weird for some reason you think you were probably going insane but they felt strange You ruffled and derufffled them quickly and thought you were just insane When adam noticed this he said "oh sorry babes didnt tell you about what happened last night" he said In a sickeningly sweet tone "you tried to run away into the big dangerous world theirs fucking sickos that would to terrible things to you so i just..... Altered your wing structure so you cant run off anymore" something in you tried to say "no no no this isnt right" but it was quickly drowned out by "your crazy he's just trying to keep you safe why would you fight him he knows what's best obviously" and all that came down to you saying a simple "Ok" in a submissive purr you said it like it didn't even matter heaven is built for flying and now your practically immobile

Adam looked at you in a caring sweet tone You liked it when his mask was off he looked a little scary with his mask on but you would never admit it he kept gently rubbing your wings before they were clipped your wings were 105 cm before but now they were small and puny he didn't want to slice your wings of entirely because he found your wings cute now they were a measly 60 CM so their now to small to be able to pick you up off the ground. You rested against Adams shoulder as he snaps his finger and the plate disappears he turns on the TV to watch of those strange fantasy shows his arms wrap around you as you two watch making you feel safe

(DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO RIGHT AFTER THAT SO 2 HOURS TIME SKIP)

The TV clicked off and Adam said "damn that episode was good did you see that Fea totally stuck it to those orc good shit man, Oh wait yeah my wings are fucking filthy you really gotten clean them" you internally groan because cleaning wings was hard and since he couldn't reach his wings you were in charge of cleaning them

He picked you up with one hand and walked over to the bathroom the way he picked you up felt weird because his hand was right around you waist. Once you got into the bathroom he undressed and turned on the water his back turned to your so you could wash his wings.by the way Adams bathtub is huge its like the size of a mini pool. You looked at them for a little looking at where to start You bragged about keeping good condition to your wings but Adams were horrible there were clumps strung up together lots of wing dandruff, and crumbs in-between his wings "well what are you waiting for bitch you gonna clean it or just look" he mocked making you feel guilty so you quickly got a bucket of water and poured water on his wings. some thing was so cruel about it you were cleaning his healthy and fine wings while you had clipped wings some cruel fucking irony

Adams wings twitched and slapped you in the face he burst out laughing and said "fuck I'm so sorry they do that sometimes" you knew he was lying but you were okay with that he was just having a lil fun right? You then got the soap and started to scrub it against his wings rubbing your hands in-between his feathers and getting all the dirt and crumbs off Adam giggled and said. "why don't you join me in here" you didn't get a chance to respond before he grabbed you and shoved you into the water with him the Bathe was huge so their was plenty of room for you to squirm and struggle too. the water created a barrier to stop you from making any fast movements. Adam chuckled and said "your cute like this all pinned down and helpless Y'know" he was teasing you and you were a little embarrassed but didn't say anything. He then turned around and said "there there get back to work on my wings then it will be over he said as you tuned off the water so it wouldn't over flow

You finished getting his wings cleaned and they had a nice glossy tint other then the crumbs inside before the wings are pretty healthy nice strong feathers and good size you then start to leave the bath but Adam pulls you back in "where ya going were gonna have a party" He said in a flirtatious voice he was already naked you could see his hard cock as he towered over you he then did something strange he started to wrestle you you realized he was playing and fought back as hard as you could but he pinned you down "hi" he said in a cheesy voice before you managed to catch him of guard and wriggle out he then says "impressive but not good enough" and he wrestles you back onto him the water was spilling from all the movements but he didn't care he just kept aggressively snuggling with you

he then pulled you out of the water and into the sauna with him where he said "yeah were really gonna have a party now" before pinning you down and putting his swollen nut sack on your face he giggled and said "y'know how people say to suck my balls now you really are" this teasing voice only made you more and more wet he got you he then moved up and but it in your mouth and you started to suckled on them they started to swell up even more which you didn't think was even possible and you were more and more aroused. the hairy sac took up you whole mouth and tasted salty but good. You then got your other hand and started to jerk him "ughh babe fuck... "Adam moaned before a bead of precum appeared on his cock. He was closer and closer to cumming he was also putting his fingers in your pussy making you feel better and better until you both reached climax at around the same time

"UGH that was great" he moaned before cleaning his crotch up "we should do that more often he giggled before slapping your ass and saying "clean yourself up bitch" before leaving the room

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adidastain · 1 year ago

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good luck

1999 serj tankian x fem reader (unnamed)

warnings: smut (handjob - M receiving)

notes: all lowercase, first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2818

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the scalding heat of the day paired with the amount of people in the crowd was an agonizing combination to endure, especially for the band onstage. it was nearing the end of the first half of the set, so the band was getting ready to head backstage for a quick break and cool off.

i was already waiting in one of the tents, sweating my ass off. i recognized the song they were playing and could hear that it was coming to an end. i’d watched most of their set, but there were way too many people to be even slightly comfortable, so i left.

the guitarist announced the end of the first set and thanked everyone, and in the midst of the crowd’s cheers, the boys filed offstage one by one.

as soon as my best friend was within 5 feet of me, i was all over him. he was covered in sweat. his white tank top clung to his muscular body and his skin was shiny. just seeing him made me lose my breath.

“there you are- thank you- where were you this morning?” he asked me, taking a water bottle from one of the roadies. serj nudged me with his knuckles as we began walking to his dressing room.

“i had a late start,” i sighed. “partied too hard last night.”

god. i hated how awkward i was around him now that i realized i liked him. no one else made me as squeamish as he did when i was near him.

serj let out a low, dry chuckle. i could hear that he’d lost his voice while singing. he broke into a series of coughs before taking another swig of water.

“missed you,” he said. “we had this great breakfast. it was, like, this huge buffet thing. like what you typically see at hotels, but way better.”

“i’m terribly sorry i missed it,” i said, walking backwards in front of him with a smirk on my face.

“i don’t forgive you,” he said dramatically, poking my stomach. i poked him back, and he then began chasing me around.

i bolted down the backstage hallway, taking a turn down another hallway. the walls were white and silent, without any echo.

i lost serj behind me. i couldn’t hear him running around anymore. all i could hear was my own breath. it was eerie.

the hallway was lined with white doors, all of which had gold doorknobs and tiny bronze labels.

“serj?” i said in a normal voice.

i wandered around for a few minutes, catching my breath.

suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around my torso and tackled me onto the ground.

i landed flat on my palms with a thud. a thin layer of carpet was all that covered the concrete floor beneath us.

i whipped my body around and saw serj towering next to me, sitting on his knees. he poked my sides and torso mercilessly now that i was basically defenseless.

i squealed, pushing him away by the shoulders. serj just grinned and watched as i flopped around, trying to escape his friendly torture.

my knee collided with the jewels between his legs on accident, and he immediately froze and collapsed next to me with a loud wince.

i desperately scrambled to get back on my feet while serj laid on the ground in a fetal position, groaning and wailing.

“fuck, man, jesus…” he whined, holding himself.

“i’m sorry,” i exhaled in a laugh. i fell to sit down next to him. “it was an accident. i’m sorry.”

“you fucking owe me for that,” he grumbled, his face smushed against the rough carpet floor.

“it was an accident!” i laughed, nudging him.

he laid on the floor, still and silent as i calmed down from laughing. i just stared at him, listening to his breathing in the dead silent hallway.

“i’m sorry,” i said softly, shrinking in my position. i played with my fingernails, waiting for a response.

serj inhaled and rose to his feet, holding his hand out for me to take so he could help me up as well. i grabbed it and he pulled me back up to stand.

once i was on my feet, i felt my heart leap after realizing how close he was to me. the hallway was tight as it is, but we were way closer together than we should’ve been.

i took a step back out of a panicked instinct. serj just smiled at me. what was he thinking?

i didn’t move. i just stared at him. maybe he knew i wasn’t going to go anywhere without him.

“are you okay?” i asked quietly, shooting a glance at his previously devastated junk.

“no,” he said. “i cannot believe you would do this to me.”

i knew he was joking. i rolled my eyes and pushed him away, laughing. he nudged me back.

in response, i nudged him back, then he nudged me again. i then grabbed his arms and aggressively pushed him, pinning him against the wall with a thud.

“ouch,” he exhaled, looking at me with a shocked grin. i didn’t back away and he didn’t fight back. “what was that for?” he asked quietly.

“for being mean,” i huffed.

“i’m being mean?” he laughed.

“yes, you are.” i confirmed, laughing. “i thought you were genuinely hurt.”

“i am, thank you very much,” serj argued lightheartedly. “you’re lucky i won’t do it to you too.”

would i let him do that to me? probably. i would probably like it.

“does it still hurt?” i asked him.

“of course it still hurts!” he laughed.

serj immediately shut his mouth as i leaned in closer, sliding my hands up his arms. i swallowed nervously before speaking. “want me to rub it better?” i asked, sticking my lip out.

a harsh swallow slid down his throat. he anxiously glanced down both ends of the quiet hallway before responding.

“how about a kiss?” he suggested, squirming between me and the wall behind him.

“that’s all you want?” i asked.

“no, i mean- you know what i mean,” he said, nudging me.

“i don’t think i do,” i teased him, trying to bury a smirk.

serj scoffed and rolled his eyes. i loved getting on his nerves like this.

“you are so annoying,” he stated, gently pushing me away. he began to walk away from me, so i reached for his hand, but instead, accidentally grabbed his damp white tank top,

“you said i owed you,” i reminded him. “let me pay you back.”

serj gnawed on the inside of his cheek in thought. he glanced at his watch to check how much time we had left.

after another second or two, he inhaled deeply and stepped closer to me, placing a hand on the small of my back. he pulled me closer by the waist and pressed a shy, tender kiss into my lips.

my body froze up in shock from the feeling of it, but i eventually melted and kissed him back. he pulled away briefly just so he could kiss me again, moving his hands to gently caress each side of my face.

i felt like i was floating. his kisses were gentle and left me completely breathless, and hungry for more. our friendship was completely out the window now, but i didn’t care.

before he could kiss me again, i stopped him. “do you want me to beat you off, or no?” i whispered, genuinely curious.

serj perked his head up to look down the hallway again, before pulling my face into his chest.

i saw his large hand slide onto the doorknob of one of the doors next to us. slowly, he twisted his wrist to check if it would open, and once it did so, he quickly pulled me inside and locked the door behind us.

the room was dark and lit only by the light shining from outside, beneath the door.

“will you take me?” serj whispered. “in your mouth?”

i couldn’t see his face, but i stared straight in front of me, assuming that it was him.

i wanted to. i wanted to know what he tasted like and feel how big he was in comparison to my mouth. but i’d only ever given head once, and i couldn’t make them finish, so i didn’t want to risk embarrassing myself to serj like that.

“not today,” i breathed.

“okay,” he agreed, sounding slightly disappointed. i blindly ran my fingers through his hair in reassurance.

we never bothered turning the lights on. it was more exciting. especially when i heard the buckle of his belt jangling as he somewhat frantically removed the snug piece of leather from his hips.

i took a step closer and nuzzled my forehead into the crook of his warm neck. i could only barely see the outline of his erection from what little light we had allowed in the room. from what i could see, he looked to be a decent size, on the bigger side.

he made a few strokes with his own hand, before i lowered it and took it in mine. i could have sworn i’d heard the smallest, meekest of whimpers escape his throat once i held him.

his tool was warm and the skin was smooth. i felt his large hand gently grasp both my hand and his dick at the same time, before he began guiding my hand up and down the base slowly.

“you’ve done this before, right?” he asked me.

“not to you,” i said, wearing a smirk that was heavily present in my tone.

“well, duh,” he laughed. his laugh then turned into a blissful sigh, and his body relaxed against the door behind him. suddenly he gasped and stopped my hand for a moment.

“jesus,” he exhaled, laughing slightly.

“what’s wrong?” i asked, loosening my grip on the base.

“i’m really sensitive now,” he laughed sheepishly. “‘cause you hit me.”

“i said i was sorry,” i reminded him, gently tracing the root of his dick with my thumb.

“i know,” he said, kissing my face. i think he was going for my lips, but he landed somewhere on my cheek instead. all i felt was his facial hair brush against my skin. “i’m just not used to it. go gentle on me.”

i kissed his cheek and came closer to his body. he wrapped his arms around me, and i wrapped my hand softly around his base. i buried my face into his neck, kissing his skin tenderly.

all i could hear was his breathing. he held in every possible sound he could make, holding his breath.

“serj,” i hummed.

“hmm?” he hummed back.

“you’re so quiet…” i whispered.

he remained quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“i wanna hear how you i’m making you feel,” i told him, subtly increasing the speed of my strokes. i lifted my head to look up at him.

my eyes adjusted more to the darkness and i could make out his face. one of his hands began to guide mine as he spoke, while the other caressed my waist he leaned closer to me, bringing his mouth close to my ear. “you can go faster,” he said quietly.

i sped up the movement of my hand, following his. i squeezed him lightly and heard him gasp. the hand that held my waist pulled me closer, causing his warm tip to firmly press into my stomach.

my chest grazed his and our faces were too close for us to look at each other anymore.

i lifted my free hand to caress his neck, running my fingers through the soft roots of his thick hair, balling it into a fist to tug on it slightly.

i finally earned a soft moan from him as i did so. my heart fluttered and the pit of my stomach lit on fire as the pleasured sigh escaped his throat.

“rub the tip… here,” serj instructed, placing my hand a bit higher up on the length of his tool. “yeah…”

i picked up the pace, and almost instantly felt a small spurt of precum smear onto my skin.

serj began to let his pleasured sighs escape him freely. they were dry and raspy due to his sore voice, but i loved it.

suddenly, his breath hitched and his entire body tensed up. “r-right there… that spot…” he exhaled. “rub it i-in circles…”

i followed his instructions, tracing circles in the skin beneath his tip with the pad of my thumb, with enough pressure to drag the skin around as well.

serj whimpered, slowly letting go of my hand and letting me take the wheel. i leaned forward and pressed my tongue against the skin of his neck; it was warm and i could taste the sweat that previously covered his entire body. i gently dragged my tongue up his neck, before pulling away with his skin in between my teeth.

“fuck,” he whined, tilting his head to open up the space on his neck. i ran my free hand down his torso and gently tucked my fingers under the hem of his tank top, caressing his hip. “just a-a bit faster… m-more…”

i continued to leave a hickey in the crook of his jaw, matching the pace with that of my hand as i increased it. soon enough, i felt his hips buck into my hands and his oblique muscles tense rapidly. serj groaned and pulled my waist closer again.

“you can cum on my stomach,” i whispered, leaning into his tip with my entire torso. it was firm against my body and poked me pretty hard, but i loved it.

almost immediately, serj let out a series of curses and high-pitched whimpers, before hitching his breath as i felt him spill out all over my stomach.

his entire orgasm lasted pretty long, at least from what i was used to. i didn’t mind it, though.

“it feels better now,” he laughed breathlessly, resting his forehead on my shoulder. “you have a healing touch.”

i chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “can we talk later?” i asked him. “about, just, you know, you and me?”

“of course,” he exhaled, kissing me gently. “what are you, uh, gonna do about this?”

serj gestured to my stomach, in reference to the mess of his cum that my skin was covered in. i was wearing a short crop top, so none of it got on my clothes.

“um, this is gonna sound weird, but i just… kinda want to, i don’t know… play with it…?” i mumbled.

“you’re gonna play with my cum?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

i nodded, looking down at the mess on my skin. i wiped some of it off onto my index finger. it was pretty thick and rich, but smeared more on my skin than it came off. it was somewhat sticky, and had a sort of gooey consistency when i pulled my fingertip away from it.

i looked up at him through my brows and sucked my index finger clean. serj palmed my face with his entire hand and pushed me away. “don’t do that. you’re gonna make me hard again and i have to go back on in… 3 minutes,” he told me.

i pushed his hand away from my face and we both shared soft laughter. he tucked himself back in his boxers and began to put his belt back on, before i stopped him.

“i want your belt,” i said, grabbing the piece of leather. serj just stared at me, before pulling the belt off and placing it in my hands.

“take this too,” he huffed, lifting up one foot to remove his sneaker, then his sock.

i held the piece of fabric with my fingertips, cringing at it. “for what?” i asked him, deeply confused.

“use it as a rag,” he laughed at me, putting his sneaker back on his bare foot. “or a pillow, if you’re into that.”

“god, no!” i cringed, hitting him with his sock. “jesus, do you even know me?!”

“i’m just kidding, relax. i’ll see you later,” he said, unlocking the door.

as soon as he opened the door and the light shone in the room, i could see the big, bright red bruise on his neck very clearly. i snorted back a laugh and poked him in the stomach. “good luck explaining that,” i said, pointing to his neck.

“good luck explaining yourself,” he shot back, gesturing to my own stomach. as he turned his back to me to walk off, i grabbed his wrist with my free hand. “hey, wait,” i started.

serj turned around and i quickly kissed him. “see you,” i hummed after pulling away.

he smiled at me with a big grin, repeating my words to me, before disappearing down the long, quiet white corridor.

#serj tankian x reader #serj tankian #soad #system of a down #daron malakian #shavo odadjian #x reader #fem reader #smut #fluff #nu metal #1999 #fanfiction #friends to lovers

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heli-writes · 2 years ago

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Marriage of Convenience, part 6: the window to the heavens.

Pairing: Yoriichi x you

Summary: Yoriichi's friends think that Yoriichi is too lonely and needs a wife and family to take care of him. They propose a marriage of convenience to a woman who's in need of a husband. The arrangement of the marriage is simple: both parties live their lives as before, y/n takes care of Yoriichi as a wife and Yoriichi keeps unwanted men (and demons) away. Love is not required, friendship is appreciated. However, how detached can one be when living so close to each other?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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When (y/n) wakes up in the middle of the night, she feels disoriented. It's unclear what has woken her up. Was it a noise or the sharp, cold breeze that cuts through the room? Her mind still fogged from sleep, (y/n) tries to pull the futon around her tighter but there's nothing. I must've slipped out during the night, she thinks. Her hands pat around her until she feels the soft cover of the futon. Finally, she thinks, as she pulls the futon closer. It takes a few attempts until she settles in the sheets. She sighs in relief. It's so warm, she thinks as her mind drifts back to sleep.

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It still feels warm when she wakes up the next morning. The bright sun blinds her when she opens her eyes. Whining, she pulls the cover over her head and snuggles deeper into the fabric. Suddenly, there's a movement next to her and she immediately sits up. Looking around confusedly, she notices Yoriichi next to her. What is he doing in my futon?, she thinks. Then, she notices her discarded futon on the other side of the room. Horrified, she slowly turns around, ready to explain the situation to Yoriichi. When she turns around, however, she's met with Yoriichi's sleeping face. Almost, a sigh of relief leaves her mouth but she quickly stops herself. It's not too late to get out of this situation without any more awkwardness. As slowly and softly as possible, (y/n) tries to wiggle out of the futon. Just when she freed her knees from the covers, Yoriichi turns around and his arm lock her hips in place. This is really bad, (y/n) thinks, there is no way I can get out now without waking him up. She stays still for a couple of minutes and listens to Yoriichi's breathing. It's steady enough to give it another try, she eventually decides. First, she tries to lift Yoriichi's arm which turns out to be too risky. Then, she tries to slip further back until she can pull free the rest of her legs. After a few painful minutes, she's finally free. Thank god, she mumbles to herself as she quickly gets up and pads to the other side of the room picking up her futon. After putting the futon back where it belongs, she starts digging through her bag for new underwear and her toilet set. It's then that Yoriichi finally wakes up. She hears him yawn behind her and when she turns around, she sees him stretch and sit up. She has to giggle at his awful bed hair. "Morning.", he grumbles. "Morning.", (y/n) greets back. "I quickly go to the bathroom", she announces and leaves the room. Yoriichi lets himself fall back onto the sheets one more time before he gets up and gathers his clothes.

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"So, what do you want to do today?", Yoriichi asks (y/n) as they walk beside each other after having a good breakfast at the guest house. "Hm...", (y/n) says as she crooks her head. Yoriichi watches the side of her face. A few strands of hair have fallen into her face. Instinctively, he reaches for her face and tucks the hair behind her ear. (Y/n) looks up at him with big eyes, a blush developing on her cheeks. She quickly clears her throat and proposes: "Well, we could do the cave tour." "Sure.", Yoriichi simply answers. (Y/n) takes the lead and walks them out of the village. Lucky for her, the caves are a real tourist attraction around her so signs and other people lead the way to the caves. The entry to the caves lies next to a creek. A small wooden bridge leads them over the creek and to a small cabin where they can buy their entry tickets. Next, they are waiting in line for a gondola to take them into the caves. Yoriichi and (y/n) are paired up with another couple. The woman, Honoka, tries to chat (y/n) up. Turns out Honoka and her husband got recently married and are spending their honeymoon at the foot of the mountain. "What a coincidence! Another newlywed couple, you hear that, Kenji?", Honoka exclaims. "Well, it is a popular spot for honeymoon...", her husband Kenji tries to tune down her excitement which does not seem to have an effect on Honoka. "So, tell me all about your wedding! What kind of flowers did you have? And how many guests? What about your dress?", Honoka starts bombarding Yoriichi and (y/n) with questions. "Well, you see,", (y/n) tries to explain, "It was a rather small and simple wedding." "Oh,", Honoka says a bit taken aback. "Well, that's one way to do it, I guess. We had a big wedding with all our relatives and friends. I wanted our love to be celebrated!", she adds cheerfully. "So, you two knew each other well before the wedding?", (y/n) asks and with that successfully manages to distract Honoka who starts telling her's and Kenji's whole love story. Yoriichi is thankful that (y/n) took over the conversation. There's nothing more awkward than having small talk with strangers, he thinks. Eventually, their gondola arrives and the two couples take their seats. The gondolier leads their small boat into the cave system. While he explains the history of the caves, Honoka snuggles up to Kenji. Meanwhile, Yoriichi and (y/n) sit next to each other awkwardly. The deeper they get into the caves, the less light there is. Yoriichi involuntarily grips the hilt of his sword that he has taken with him this time. The gondolier lights up a lamp which spreads a warm light over the gondola and the water beneath them. He feels (y/n) slide a bit closer to him and he forces him to relax. It doesn't take long before the gondola is enveloped in total darkness. Suddenly, Yoriichi feels (y/n) pressing herself onto him and gripping his knee. He can hear the loud beating of her heart and her fast, irregular breathing. "Are you okay?", he asks her. "S-sure", (y/n) lies, "just a bit cold down here." Yoriichi has to chuckle at that and finally pulls an arm around her. "There's no reason to be scared.", he tells her. "Hell yes, there is.", (y/n) mumbles, "What if there's a monster in the water? Or we lose our way and get lost in here?". Yoriichi softly pinches her arm. "I doubt they would have many tourists join them on their tours if some of them would get lost every once in a while.", he tries to persuade her. (Y/n) shivers and then shrugs. "Still...", she just replies.

Suddenly, there's a light in front of them. As they get closer, they see that there's a hole in the ceiling through which sunlight falls into the cave. "This is what locals call the window to the heavens.", their guide explains, "There are many myths surrounding this place. Some believe that witches used to meet here on nights of the full moon. They say they performed rituals and magic here just when the full moon stayed high enough to fill the hole. Others believe that this is a place where star-crossed lovers used to meet hiding from their families and those who didn't approve of their love. And then there are the ones who believe that this is a place where the realm of the dead meets the realm of the living. They believe that a ferryman takes the souls of the deceased through these tunnels to the other side. Those, who were kind and just in their lives, descend to the heavens right at this spot. But those, who were mean and unkind, are taken deeper into the caves so that they will never see the light of day again." (Y/n) shives at the story of the guide and Yoriichi pulls her a bit closer. The guide lets out a deep chuckle. "Of course, we don't believe this anymore today. But the caves will become more dangerous from here on out. This is why we don't go any deeper and start our journey back now." The gondolier turns the boat around and heads for the darkness again. (Y/n) can't help to turn back around. The sunlight glitters on the water's surface and for a moment she thinks something moves beneath it. She quickly turns around and grabs the fabric of Yoriichi's haori. "You got your sword with you, don't you?" she whispers. Yoriichi turns to her and says: "I do but I can assure you that there is no demon in these caves. I would've sensed it." At that, (y/n) relaxes slightly.

Suddenly the boat stops as if it hit a rock or something. (Y/n) jolts up and clings onto Yoriichi even more. She doesn't notice that she pulled herself onto his lap. The only thing she can focus on is the rush of blood in her ears and the pounding of her heart. She doesn't like this place. It gives off a bad vibe. "Nothing to worry about, folks!" the gondolier assures them, "The stream of the creek sometimes moves stones around. That's why we're so slow. We don't want to hit a rock on full speed and siking, don't we?", he chuckles. (Y/n) starts to feel a bit sick. "Hey, what's going on? Didn't take you for a scaredy-cat.", Yoriichi softly mumbles. "I-i'm not. It's this place. I don't like it.", (y/n) tries to explain. However, she can't place why this place freaks her out. Yoriichi places his hand on her head and softly pulls her against his chest. "It's alright. Whatever it is, I'm sure I can protect you from it.", he tells her. (Y/n) buries her face in his clothes. "What about the talk about how you cannot protect us? You know, the one before the wedding?", (y/n) grumbles. Yoriichi thinks about this for a minute while the gondolier maneuvers the boat around the rock. "I still stand by that. However, I do think I can handle this cave. Considering there's absolutely nothing here.", he points out solemnly. (Y/n) shudders against him and he rubs her back.

Eventually, they get closer to where they started. More daylight illuminates the cave. "Hihihi... Look at them, Kenji! Aren't they cute?", Honoka giggles from the other side of the gondola. Embarrassed, (y/n) releases her death grip on Yoriichi and slides onto her own seat. "Seems like you two enjoyed the ride.", Kenji notes teasingly. (Y/n) clears her throat and slides a hand over her sweaty hair. Before she can tell them that the ride was absolute hell, Honoka pokes Kenji with her elbow and points out: "Look how disheveled she is, they must've shared some real good kisses in the dark." If they weren't on the water at the moment, (y/n)'s jaw would've hit the ground. Trying to distract (y/n) from the obnoxious couple, Yoriichi points out to her how close they are to the exit of the cave. Relief floods (y/n) as she wants absolutely nothing more but to leave this boat, the caves, and the teasing couple behind. The moment the gondola hits the dock, (y/n) stumbles out of the boat and rushes to solid ground. She lets herself fall onto the grass next to the creek. "You look horrible.", Yoriichi points out to her as he takes a seat next to her. "Thank you, Yoriichi, that's what every woman wants to hear!", she sighs. "What scared you so much in there?" Yoriichi asks her. Slowly, (y/n) sits up. "I don't know. I'm usually not afraid of the dark. But this place... I don't know, it had this atmosphere... Like... I can't really put it into words. Just, all of a sudden there was this big, irrational fear inside me that chilled me to the bones. Is that crazy?", she asks Yoriichi. Yoriichi is silent for a moment. "Sometimes our bodies notice things before our minds.", he concludes. (Y/n) turns to him, "So you think there is something in these caves?" Yoriichi shrugs. "Nothing physically, I would've sensed that. But you heard the guide, people believe that all kinds of supernatural things go on there.", he finally says. (Y/n) pushes his arm and then laughs uncertainly. "Yoriichi, don't say such things. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.", she replies.

The feeling of uncertainty follows (y/n) around for the rest of the day. After Yoriichi and (y/n) return from the caves and had some food at the village, (y/n) wants to get out of her sweat-soaked clothes. She also wants to rub the experience off her skin, so they take another trip to the hot springs. (Y/n) sighs heavily when she sinks into the hot water. She didn't notice how cold she was. There is no other woman in the hot springs. Usually, she would love this and have a blast having the place to herself. Being unable to shake the feeling from earlier, she would actually prefer having Yoriichi here with her. Thus, she cuts her time at the hot springs short and waits for Yoriichi in front of the bathhouse. She feels a bit better when she sees Yoriichi's locks poking out of the entrance. "There you are!", she says, "Did you enjoy the hot water?" Yoriichi gives her a nod. It was already quite late, but (y/n) does not want to go back to their room. Something about laying to rest in a dark room doesn't feel right after today's experience. "Do you want to have some drinks? I heard there's a nice pub close by.", she tries to propose cheerfully. Yoriichi gives her a skeptical look. He's never been one to indulge in alcohol and he doesn't take (y/n) to be one. Nevertheless, he agrees so (y/n) wouldn't be disappointed.

An hour and a bottle of sake later, (y/n) is feeling warm and fuzzy again. "Ahh... isn't this nice? Can't remember when was the last time that I had some sake.", (y/n) sighs. Yoriichi awkwardly takes a sip from his sake. He barely drank anything tonight. "Y'know... With having a kid an' all, one can barely leave the house for fun things that do not involve some kind of game.", (y/n) continues her ramble. "Do you ever regret taking (y/s/n) in?", Yoriichi asks suddenly. "Pshh.... if I regret it? I mean sure, when he throws a tantrum or leaves his used underwear all over the place. But I mean... he's a kid. You gotta know what you gettin yourself into when you get a kid. You know?", (y/n) says. Yoriichi crooks his head. He's not sure what that means. "What I'm trying to say is... Every parent regrets having children once in a while but most wouldn't change a thing for the world. That's what it's like for me.", (y/n) explains. Yoriichi nods. He didn't expect (y/n) to regret her decision. It's clear that she loves that little boy.

"You know what I do regret?", (y/n) suddenly says. Yoriichi takes another sip watching her with careful eyes. He shouldn't push her to tell him things she wouldn't if she was sober. "I regret my fianceé's death. Cause it's my fault, you know.", (y/n) slurs. Suddenly, there's a sour taste in Yoriichi's mouth. "Did I ever tell you how it happen?", (y/n) continues. "Y/n... you don't have to...", Yoriichi tries to stop her. "Pshhhh... I didn't, did I? Probably cause I'm a fucking coward.". (Y/n) simply ignores Yoriichi who is taken aback by her swearing. "Y'know... I can kill people. Like literally, I can. My family's been creating poisons for generations. The salves and medicine? Tss... that's just a side business. The real money comes from the poisons. Selling it off to the military to be used in wars or to women trapped in an arranged marriage. Course you've got to be careful who you're selling to. Otherwise, it comes back to bite you in the ass, you know?", (y/n) keeps it going. Yoriichi settles down his sake. He didn't expect the conversation to take such a turn. Never in a million years, he expected (y/n) to be a potion brewer. That's a job reserved for strange men in back alleys. "Aaaand, well you know, everybody in my family is pretty good at choosing their customers and keeping things a secret.... but not me! Yeah, I'm too kind my mother used to say. A brilliant mind but not cut out for the business.", she continues. "(Y/n)...", Yoriichi carefully asks, "What did you do?" (Y/n) laughs a dry laugh. "Well... I worked for you!", she announces. "For me?", Yoriichi asks confused. (Y/n) waves her head in front of her face. "Yeah, your kind. The demon slayers, y'know.", she lets out an exaggerated sigh. "I heard aaaalll about the demons killing people. And when the demon slayers showed up asking if I can make a poison that can kill a demon with a single drop. I f'ckin did it. Didn't even earn me a ton of money. Thought I'd be doing it for the greater good, but y'know what? Wasn't worth it. Not at all." (Y/n) stares into her sake for a while and then downs what's left in her cup in a single gulp. "Worked on it for months. The most powerful thing I've ever created. The Ubuyashiki family was pleased. Should've asked who they wanted to use it against, but that is against the code.", (y/n) continues, "Anyways, the big demon boss was not pleased at all with my creation, to say the least, that bastard". While (y/n)'s voice sounded relaxed during the whole story, it changes during the last part. Yoriichi is surprised how hateful (y/n)'s voice can sound like. "What did he do?", Yoriichi asks calmly, "What did Muzan Kibutsuji do?" (Y/n) laughs dryly at that again. "What did he do? Take a guess. That wimp didn't even come himself to do it. Sent one of his slimy little followers. He came in the middle of the night. Slashed (y/f/n)'s throat. He bled out before I had a chance to act. Unlucky for that demon, I always keep a bottle of that demon poison close. Unlucky for me, he was an upper rank and survived. Even more unlucky for me, the bastard came back a month later at killed (y/s/n)'s parents.", (y/n) concludes her story. Pouring herself another cup of sake, she says: "You see, it's my fault (y/f/n)'s dead and it's my fault (y/s/n) is an orphan. So, I don't get to regret taking him in."

Yoriichi takes away her sake. "Y/n.", he says calmly, "I have some follow-up questions. Will you answer them for me?". (Y/n)'s eyes look hazy and she shrugs. Part of Yoriichi feels bad about exploiting her drunk state to get information out of her. But to be fair, this is stuff she should've told him before the wedding. Being a target of Muzan Kibutsuji isn't something that one should keep to themselves. It's something that puts everyone around them at risk. "Sure, whatever you want to know.", (y/n) slurs. Yoriichi nods. "Firstly, how many poisons have you sold prior to your work to the demon slayer corps?", he asks. (Y/n) shrugs, "Didn't you listen? I wasn't cut out for it. My mother never let me and after her death, I was too cowardly to pick up her business." "Alright, so you're not selling poison now?", he continues his questions. "After what happened? I'm not stupid. The moment my family's recipes hit the market, he'd know where I am. No, thank you, I stick with my salves and cough drops.", (y/n) replies crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay, one more question, y/n.", Yoriichi continues. (Y/n) nods and straightens in her seat. Yoriichi can feel himself getting tense. "Can you remember the demon's name? The one who killed (y/f/n) and (y/s/n)'s parents?" (Y/n) nods. "Of course, I can. How can I ever forget?", (y/n) replies more solemnly than before.

"It's Kokushibo."

#demon slayer #demon slayer yoriichi #kny #kny x reader #kny x you #yoriichi tsugikuni #yoriichi x y/n #yoriichi x you #kimetsu no yaiba #yoriichi #yoriichi x reader #yoriichi imagine

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fertilize-my-eggs · 9 months ago

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Lusting after you ch.8

Dressing my darling up

Ch.1 Ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4 ch.5 ch.6 ch.7 ch.9 ch.10 ch.11 ch.12 A03

A/N: triggered warning to this, it's gonna get violent towards the end so fair warning, they won't have sex until ch.10 I'll make it extra special and spicy🤭 every new chapter will be posted on Thursday!! ( Also I'll say giran is their drug dealer and get the items for them. )

Shigaraki’s pov

“ Did you get the goods, old man? ” I tilt my head at giran as he inhales the cigarettes as he blows it out as he chuckles .

“Sure thing shigaraki~ ” he slide the bag to me as I pay him back.

“ thank you giran. ” I smirk at him, putting the small pouch of drugs into my pocket.

“ Do you think she's awake? ” I tilt my head as I sighed heavily.

“ huh? Probably… I'll need to check on her. ”

Reader's pov

My tears dry up on my skin as I have no clue how many hours I'll be cuffed to this bed.

I must have fallen asleep during the hours, the drug was driving me up the wall.. I think I'm doing a bit better and it has worn off.

That pill definitely gotta be illegal in this country like it was too powerful from one drug, shigaraki probably got it from the black market.

There was a tap on the door as it alerted my ears.

Speak of the devil.. he walks in quietly as he locks the door. He looked me in the eyes, staring into my soul. He got a staring problem or something, it's hard to tell what he was thinking.

His smirk haunts me to my core as I stay still silently watching. we both know we're virgins last night and at any moment he's going to focus himself onto me any minute now.

Sweat ran down my chin as we held eye contact.

He broke the silence as he spoke calmly.

“ I brought your breakfast sweetheart~” he pulled out a small bag as I felt a gag in my throat.

No way he brought more of those things, I can't handle one pill, shigaraki takes one in his mouth as he swallows it whole.

No drink at all, he blinks a few times as his eyes are dilating fast. He comes closer to me as he smiles at me, I let out a gasp feeling his fingertips glide on my neck.

“ are you gonna be a good girl today? Or you're gonna be bratty coz…” he leaned in as he stroked my neck. “ It'll get worse from then on, pet~ ” he coo.

Should I play along with his mess up game and pretend to be in love with him? I put a fake smile on as I coo sweetly.

“ yes… I'll be good.” he raises his brow at me suspiciously as I try to make my smile realistic and innocent to him, I gotta play his stupid games. If I play my cards right, I'll escape and will go back to my life.

He clapped his hands together as he smiled.” great! I'll be back my love~ ” he pressed a kiss on my lips as I had to accept his love otherwise he'd bring hell onto me.

But he pulled away suddenly just to focus my mouth open as he spit into my mouth and dropped the pill down my throat as I gagged.

He giggles happily as he says.” swallow it princess~. ” I obey his commands as it feels gross sliding down.

He ran out of the room fast as I felt the drug kicking in.. oh no, oh God no I hate this pill.

I feel heat rising in my core, the wetness comes back as I try to ignore it and stay calm.

Tomura will be nice… right?

Shigaraki’s pov

I rusted to the fridge to open it, I grabbed the plates that had chocolate covered strawberries as I ran back into the room.

I heard snickering as I ignored it, I knew it's dabi’s laughter at how I flew back and forth.

I slammed the door shut and locked it immediately.

“ sorry for the wait love~ ” he put the plate down and removed the cuffs off your wrist.

I cringe a little from the red marks it's left on you, feeling guilty from last night.

“ I got you some gifts… just for youuuu~ ” I sang happily, I opened the dresser pulling out cute girly lingerie, it's a nice shade of pink, I think you will look adorable in it.

You quietly nod your head as I remove your clothes off and begin to dress you up.

My mind is running wild with dirty filth, I caress your curves tenderly as I bite my lips holding a groan.

Soon you will break and become my favorite little toy and no one will have you.

I put the bra onto you teasingly, I put the matching underwear on you, this one is special because it doesn't cover your entrance and nipples, I guide my fingertips on your soft skin feeling you shiver as I begin to chuckle.

I rub my cover hard cock behind your cute butt, humping it slow and deep making you feel it. I slide my fingers inside you as I begin to finger your cunt, you gasp from the feeling as I chuckle low.

“ I'm sorry for being mean..” fake sincerely act to you, I have a smirk on my face. I know you're acting. I can see the look in your eyes and the way you smile, your real smile was when we first met and you had a genuine sweet smile. One that will brighten anyone's day, playing the RPG game plot and I'll twist her mind into a pawn to play with. I'm still upset at you for breaking my door, I had Kurogiri fix my door this morning.

I put you on the sheets as I brought the plate, I grabbed the strawberry in my hand as I hand fed you the strawberry.

You take a bite of it as I smirk devilishly.” Do you enjoy it my love? ” I mocking coo at you, you nod your head a bit.

Seeing you blushed and sweat covering your skin makes me turn on, I love seeing you like this makes me want to jump on you and have tons of sex with you!! Speaking of sex, I bite my lip as I grab your breasts.

They're a nice size, I didn't care about the size of the boobs when it came to porn or hentai. Yours is the perfect size, nice and soft to play with.

I lean in to suck on your nipples a bit, I can feel you stiff in fear, I remove myself away as I grab another strawberry into my mouth as I lean towards your face.

You immediately obey as you open your mouth, I put the strawberry inside your mouth as I bite the half of it and begin to chew it while making out with you.

It was a bit difficult but it was pretty hot as I slid my two fingers inside your pussy.

“ you're soaking my love~” I curl my fingers upward to begin hitting your sweet spot. It's so hot seeing you try not to melt and take the pleasure in.

“ please… stop. ” I ignore your please, I pull out just to slap your clit harshly as you jump from the impact as you sob. I went back hitting your sweet spot with three fingers this time faster.

“ I-I have an idea please… ahhh tomura~” I pause as I tilt my head at you in curiosity.

You stare at me trying to think of a way to escape, you're not leaving anytime soon.

“ I was… thinking about how you can record our first time… together? ” You give the cutest puppy dog eyes as I smirk.

It doesn't sound like a bad idea, we can watch it multiple times seeing your first high and ecstasy makes my cock jump in excitement.

I put my thumb on my lips as I started to laugh, throwing my head back hearing this.

I wasn't expecting you to say that, I thought you were gonna scream and get out of this but I love your idea better. You're even more of a freak then I thought you were.

I thought you were most likely clueless and didn't know about sex maybe I was wrong.

“ hahahah nasty little pervert~!! ” I smirk so wide as you blink quickly, having an awkward smile.

“ Who knew you were a little slut!! Are you sure you're virgin like for real? ” I tilt my head at you curious as you nod your head immediately, I chuckle at you as I bite your neck.

“ mhmm sounds like a good idea for our first time~!! we can watch it over and over again~. ” I smirk on your skin as I hump your lewd body, just thinking about it makes me want to get up and get a camera to record all the sex positions in every spot…. Ohhh even in public too that would be fun.

“... though I'm still mad at you for breaking the door if you were good before. ” I removed myself so I can look at you, I caressed your cheek tender.

“ please I've been good!! I’ll be a good girl for you please forgive me~!!!! ” You beg at me as I chuckle, I tilt your chin up as I coo at you.

“ mhmm nice try sweets, I know your little plan, I'm not dumb. ” I chuckle at your shocked expression.

“ you gotta think outside of your game strategy~... it'll be game over for you~!! ” I giggle sadistically as I give you some chocolate covered strawberries, I grab the last one as I eat one.

“ though I do love your nasty perverted idea for recording our first time~. ” I hum softly as I get up to walk away.

No warning you jump behind my back, I wasn't expecting you to fight back.

It was a loud bang as we tussled to the floor, I felt your nails onto my skin as I tried to grab your hands fast. I feel your hands trying to find a key, you starting to piss me off as I punched you in the face hard.

You got a nosebleed as you were throwing back, surprised by the sudden move.

I turn towards you and throw my hand to slap your face a few times then stand up to kick your body.

You little…. Shit!! I thought to myself. I was gonna be nice to you but you're getting on my nerves as I hear you screaming out loud to stop.

You lay on the ground trying to crawl towards the door as I sit on your back and put you in a choke hold.

“ nighty night y/n~. ” I watch you slowly lose consciousness as I chuckle at you, you put up quite a fight but you're not stronger than me.

I sighed heavily as I picked your limp body to lay on the bed, you're gonna get the worst punishment.

I look for the rope once I find it under the bed as I grab it quickly as I begin to tie your body.

You're not getting the privilege to move as I thought for a moment.

I want to cut your limbs off so you can be less of a problem but that wouldn't be fun, challenging to tame you and be a good obedient little toy.

My heavy breathing couldn't stop as I smirk at you, you can't move as I put a thumb on my lips to think.

Now I want to put a gag ball on your mouth so you won't be screaming.

Yeah that would be a great idea, I need to go shopping.

I kiss your cheek softly as I smile at you.” I'll come back soon my love~!! I'm going out for items. ” I begin to walk away as I head to the door, I look at you for a moment.

Bloody nose, cute lingerie on as I put a pretty red rope a bit tight on your body as I bite my lips at the sight.

Good thing I learned it from dabi about rope bdsm otherwise you will be trying to break this door next as I shake my head.

I closed my door with a slam as I locked it behind me. I needed my wallet and items for the mall.

#tw violence #tw abuse #shigaraki tomura #x reader #smut #chubby reader #fanfic #minors dni #mha #bnha #anime #dead dove fanfics #yandere shigaraki #yandere #tw drugs

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 7 months ago

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Click My Heels But I Am Stuck Here - Chapter Six

Pairing: Rolan x Tav

Work Summary:

Rolan is battered, beaten and exhausted. After everything he’s been through to get to Baldur’s Gate, he still has no reprieve from violence and prejudice.

But wouldn’t it just be so sweet to fuck his master’s pretty little wife?

AU where Tav is Lorroakan’s wife.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Epilogue

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5281

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Notes:

warning for more mentions of marital rape, groping, objectification, and also dirty talk and consensual slut shaming

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The next morning, Rolan almost could’ve convinced himself that it was all a dream. There was no trace of Tav left behind. Even his sheets had been prestidigitated clean, and he couldn’t tell if the faint smell of her perfume was real or imagined.

It was hard to drag himself out of bed. His limbs felt heavy. Still, he got up, bathed and dressed, trying to push down the empty feeling in his chest.

He had got what he wanted, hadn’t he? He had gotten his revenge on Lorroakan, fucking his wife while he slept under the same roof.

But he knew that had never really been what he wanted. Tav was so much more than Lorroakan’s wife. He wanted more than she could give him, and even worse, he wanted her to have more than he could give. He wanted to save her from the brutality of her husband, but they were both trapped here like rats in a cage.

He could leave whenever he wanted, of course. Technically speaking. If he was willing to throw away his entire future and any chance of supporting his siblings, he could tell Lorroakan to go fuck himself and walk out right now.

Not anymore. There was no way he could leave Tav in this place, even though she’d survived it for years before he’d arrived. He might not be able to save her, but he could protect her. He could let Lorroakan take all of his anger out on his own body so that she might be spared. It was less than she deserved, but it was all he had to give her.

He found her in the kitchen. She had her back to him, facing the stove, apron tied tight around her waist. Her hair was scraped back into a bun, but some hair was escaping, soft curls falling around the back of her neck.

In another world, he would’ve walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pressing kisses to the back of her neck. She would’ve giggled and leant into his touch, and they would’ve stayed like that, tangled up together, until the eggs started to burn and she had to bat his hands away.

In this world, he stood in the doorway and cleared his throat, feeling awkward. She turned to face him, holding a wooden spoon in one hand. For a moment, she smiled, but her expression was sad.

“Good morning, Rolan,” she said, and he felt his stomach clench uncomfortably. There was a strange formality to her tone.

“Good morning… Lady Tavya,” he said, trying to match her tone. She gave him a small, subtle nod.

“Did you sleep well?”

“… Yes, my lady.” It was a lie, and he was sure she could tell.

She served him up his breakfast – scrambled eggs on toast – and then made up a plate that was presumably for Lorroakan. She didn’t look at him as she walked out of the room, but he felt like she’d taken his heart with her.

Rolan was in his room, already dressed for bed, when there was a quiet tap on the door. For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it, but then the door opened, and Tav hurried inside, shutting it behind her nervously.

“Tav? What-”

She crossed the room to him and grabbed his hands. “I’m sorry,” she said, sounding breathless. “I don’t have much time. Lorroakan is bathing. I need to be back before he’s done.”

There was a look of desperation in her eyes. Rolan’s heart was beating a mile a minute. Suddenly, without warning, she tugged him towards her and threw her arms around his waist. With her face pressed into his chest, she squeezed him.

Rolan stroked her back with one hand. He felt some of the tension go out of her. After a moment, she pulled back, and he immediately missed her warmth, but she stayed in his arms, leaning back to look him in the eye.

“I just wanted to say,” she said, “because we haven’t talked about last night… I really care about you, Rolan. I don’t want you to think that last night was a mistake, because I don’t regret a second of it.”

Rolan exhaled a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Something in his chest loosened. His biggest fear had been that he had just been a body to her. Just somewhere to find pleasure and comfort, and nothing more. It would’ve been easier that way, but it would’ve broken his heart, too.

“I don’t regret a thing either,” he said. “And I meant every word I said. Lorroakan doesn’t deserve you.”

Her eyes flickered across his face. She stood up on her tip toes, and he met her in the middle with a kiss.

Her hand was splayed across his pec. He was sure she could feel his heartbeat. His hands settled on her hips, trying to anchor them both before this went any further.

They broke apart, both breathing heavily. “I should go,” said Tav, and Rolan nodded.

“You probably should,” he said, and kissed her again.

They ended up with her back pinned against his bedroom door, her hands tangled in his hair, her leg hitched over his hip. He was pressing kisses down the column of her throat when he felt both of her hands shift to his shoulders.

“We need to stop,” she said.

“Of course.” He was half-hard, and her breasts were rising and falling with every heavy breath she took. Still, he released her and helped her straighten out her dress.

“But we’ll do this again, alright? We just have to be careful. We can’t risk Lorroakan finding out.”

“I know,” he said, rebuttoning the front of her dress where it had come undone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, reaching up to plant a kiss on his cheek, and then she was opening the door and stepping out into the hallway outside. She shut the door behind her, so he didn’t even have the opportunity to watch her leave.

He rested his head against the wood of the door, breath catching in his throat.

For the next few tendays, the distance between himself and Tav was painful. He saw her around the tower, in much the way he always had, but they barely had the opportunity to talk, let alone anything else.

Lorroakan was always around. His moods were just as mercurial as ever. Whether he was disciplining Rolan for incorrectly answering a question, or possessively pawing at Tav whenever he had company over, his behaviour left Rolan in a permanent state of unease.

He hated the way Lorroakan would show Tav off to his associates, as if she was a shiny gem that he was just so proud to own. He hated, too, the way Lorroakan’s friends would gawp at her like they wanted to devour her. It made Rolan sick.

Almost a month after he and Tav had slept together, Lorroakan was having a gathering of friends. Tav was cooking a roast. Rolan hung around the kitchen, ostensibly waiting for the food to be ready so he could eat his portion hurriedly and then retreat to his room, as Lorroakan usually expected of him. In actuality, he just wanted to spend some more time with Tav.

“Can I help you with any of this?” he asked, gesturing at the food she was preparing.

Tav wiped away some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “Best not. I doubt Lorroakan would appreciate me giving orders to his apprentice.”

“You wouldn’t be giving me orders.”

“That’s even worse. He’d be suspicious of you helping me voluntarily.”

Rolan pondered that for a moment. “I suppose that makes a sort of sense.”

Unable to help her physically, he decided to do the next best thing. He cast Unseen Servant. Tav almost dropped the knife she was holding when the pan in the sink began to wash itself. She looked at Rolan, mouth agape, and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride swelling in his chest.

“How did you do that?” she asked, eyes wide.

“It’s just Unseen Servant. A very simple spell. And it’s yours to command.”

“Chop those potatoes.” Immediately, the knife picked itself up and began chopping the potatoes. “This could come in very handy.”

“Lorroakan has never cast it for you before?”

She shook her head.

He wasn’t surprised. He didn’t know if it was lack of ability or just a lack of interest in his wife’s feelings, but either way, it added up.

“I can dispel it if I hear him coming.”

“Thank you.”

Despite the restrictions they found themselves under, conversation with Tav came easily. They were careful not to laugh or talk too loudly, for fear of drawing Lorroakan’s attention.

Rolan dreamed of a world where this was easy. Where they could talk as loudly as they wanted, and kiss, and fuck, and laugh, and Tav would be free from the burdens of housework – which he now knew that she hated – because they had magic to do it all for them.

Their conversation stopped abruptly when they heard footsteps approaching. Rolan quickly dispelled the Unseen Servant and sat down at the small dining table, as if waiting for his food. Tav returned to her work as smoothly as if she’d never stopped.

“Rolan,” said Lorroakan as soon as he walked through the door. That was a good sign. Being called by his name was certainly better than ‘boy’ or even worse, ‘hellspawn’. “You’ll be joining us for dinner this evening. Go and make yourself presentable.”

Rolan sat there a moment, mouth open, unsure he’d heard him right. Lorroakan gave him a hard stare, and he stood up too fast, almost knocking over his chair.

“Yes, master. Thank you, master.” He gave Lorroakan a short bow before hurrying from the room.

That was a strange change of pace. But Lorroakan’s moods could be magnanimous sometimes. He went straight to his room and changed into his best robes. When he returned, Lorroakan’s guests were already seated in the dining room.

He stood in the doorway awkwardly, unsure if he should be coming in. Lorroakan was, as always, seated at the head of the table. His chair was almost large and grand enough to be called a throne.

He spotted Rolan and gestured for him to come in and take a seat in one of the empty chairs, which Rolan did with a slight bow of his head.

“Gentlemen, this is my apprentice, Rolan,” he said. And then he began to introduce the other men. They were all human, mostly in their 30s or 40s, and all were members of noble houses. Lorroakan listed off their names almost boredly, until he got to the last man. “And of course, this is my father-in-law, Lord Thomas Silvershield.”

Rolan’s eyes snapped to the man in question, who was sat at Lorroakan’s right hand side. He was older than the others, probably in his early 50s. His eyes were the same colour as Tavya’s, although not the same shape.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, saer. Saers.” Rolan cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I didn’t know your apprentice was a tiefling, Lorroakan,” said one of the other patriars, whose name Rolan had already forgotten.

“And a refugee from Elturel, no less,” said Lorroakan, raising a goblet of wine to his lips. “I’m nothing if not charitable.”

“Hear, hear,” said another man.

“Have some wine, Rolan.”

Rolan looked at his master nervously but didn’t dare argue. He poured a small amount into his goblet and then set the jug down. The rest of the men were clinking their goblets together, so Rolan followed suit, before taking a small sip of the drink.

It was rich and aromatic, evidently expensive. The other men seemed already fairly tipsy, although they hadn’t been here long. Perhaps they’d been drinking before they arrived.

Rolan stayed quiet as the men conversed. The man sat beside him – Eric something – kept refilling Rolan’s goblet when he refilled his own, so Rolan felt obliged to continue taking polite sips. He had no interest in getting drunk tonight. This was an unprecedented situation. He needed to keep his wits about him.

It was a long while before the food was ready. The men were getting drunker and rowdier. Eric turned to Rolan.

“What do you suppose is taking so long?” he asked. “I’m hungry.”

“Tavya insisted on preparing everything herself,” said Lorroakan. “You know what she’s like,” he said to Thomas.

“Oh yes,” said Tavya’s father. “That girl always had her head in the clouds. I’m glad I found a man for her who could get her to keep her feet on the ground.”

Rolan felt a little sick. The wine was sloshing around in his empty stomach. Before Lorroakan and Thomas could say any more, the door to the kitchen opened.

Tavya came through the door backwards, holding the door open with her back. In her hands was an enormous tray of roast pork served on a bed of roast potatoes. The men, drunk as they were, began to cheer.

She smiled politely as she set the dish down in front of her husband. Lorroakan stood, picked up the carving knife and began to cut up the meat with a certain amount of showmanship. Again, the men applauded.

Tavya disappeared back into the kitchen for a moment and then returned with dishes of vegetables: carrots and red cabbage and green beans.

The spread looked delicious. Rolan caught Tav’s eye as she sat down at the left side of her husband, and gave him a small, almost imperceptible smile.

“What took you so long, darling?” asked Lorroakan, sounding more jovial than Rolan had ever heard him.

“Oh, you know.” Tav poured herself a cup of wine. “Sometimes I bite off more than I can chew. I’m so sorry for the delay, gentlemen.”

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” said Lorroakan, and some of the men laughed. Tav laughed too, but it wasn’t the gentle giggle that Rolan liked. It was a louder, more performative laugh.

The food was good. There was something about eating off of silver plates that probably made it taste even better. Lorroakan had never let him use the good plates before.

The pork was succulent and the potatoes were crispy and the wine was heady, and Rolan could almost fool himself that this entire thing wasn’t a charade. That Lorroakan valued his work as an apprentice. That he wasn’t a violent brute who regularly beat Rolan and his own wife. That the future wasn’t bleak.

But then he looked at Tav. Her smile was painted on and didn’t reach her eyes. Perhaps these patriars were fooled or perhaps they weren’t. Perhaps they didn’t care. Regardless, Rolan wasn’t fooled. He knew she was miserable.

She was drinking the wine too. She was nowhere near as drunk as the men, but her cheeks were growing flushed and she was swaying a little in her seat.

“More wine, darling,” said Lorroakan, passing Tav an empty jug. She stood up and gathered the other two jugs as well; one from the middle of the table, and one in between Rolan and Eric.

Rolan passed her the jug so that she didn’t have to reach over him to get it. He could smell the rosy scent of her perfume. Her fingers brushed his as he handed the jug over.

“Thank you, Rolan,” she said softly, sounding much more like herself.

As she walked away, Eric muttered, “What did you do that for?”

“What?” For a moment, panic gripped him, afraid that he’d done something to give himself and Tav away.

“Why did you give it to her? If you let her lean over the table, you get a good view of her tits.”

Rolan’s jaw dropped. “I… She’s… She’s my master’s wife,” he said feebly, “I would never disrespect-”

Eric snorted. “Nothing disrespectful about appreciating a work of art.”

At the other end of the table, just as Tav was walking past, Lorroakan swiped at her, pulling her down into his lap. The jugs fell from her hands, bouncing and rolling away across the floor.

“Lorroakan!” she said, her voice strained. She glanced at where her father was sitting. He had fallen asleep in his chair, goblet of wine still in hand.

“I just wanted to take the opportunity to show off my dear wife. Isn’t she lovely, gentlemen?”

The crowd of men clearly agreed. Rolan’s eyes were fixed on her face and her husband’s hand slipped down the front of her top, groping at her breast. Her face froze into the same false smile, her lips pressed together hard. The patriars – at least, the ones who were awake – roared and cheered and slavered over her.

Tav tilted her head, her face slipping into a coy expression. She stroked her husband’s cheek.

“You look like you could use more wine, dear husband,” she said in a sickly sweet tone. Reluctantly, he let her go, slapping her behind as she bent over to pick up a fallen jug. Just one more indignity. Rolan wondered if anyone would notice if he threw a fire bolt at his master.

She returned a few moments later, three jugs of wine on a tray in front of her. Again, she set one down in front of Lorroakan, one at the centre of the table, and one next to Rolan. Rolan reached for the jug, and Tav put a hand on his arm.

To anyone else, it would’ve looked like she was using him to steady herself, but he could feel her gently squeeze him through his sleeve. She murmured three words, almost inaudibly, but Rolan caught them.

“Don’t drink it.”

He watched her with wide eyes as she returned to her seat beside Lorroakan.

“I think we should have another toast,” she said, raising up her goblet. “To Lorroakan, master of Ramazith’s tower.”

The men around the table clumsily refilled their drinks. Eric filled Rolan’s up without his asking. Then they all raised their goblets. Tav met Rolan’s eye as the others all drank. She pretended to take a sip and then set her drink down. Rolan followed suit.

“Now, where were we?” Lorroakan’s speech was even more slurred now. “Ah yes… I was… just…” He slumped forward suddenly, face down on his plate of food. His guests weren’t far behind. Rolan watched as every person at the table except for himself and Tav slowly keeled over and fell asleep.

Once they were all unconscious, Tav got to her feet and strode over to him. He stood up, upending his goblet in the process. The red wine soaked into the tablecloth.

She grabbed his hand and together, they walked out into the hall.

“What did you do?” he whispered.

“Sleeping potion. They won’t even remember this tomorrow. They’ll just think they got too drunk. Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It became clear very quickly that they were heading towards the master bedroom. He didn’t protest. He just let her lead the way.

Once they were inside, she shut and locked the door. Rolan took a look around. He’d never been inside this room before.

There was a huge four-poster bed with dark red covers. All of the other furniture – wardrobes, chests of drawers, a small writing desk under a large window – were made of dark polished wood. A pair of wooden doors with windows in them led out to what appeared to be a balcony.

The door to the bathroom was propped open. Even at a glance, he could tell that it was bigger than his whole bedroom. Everything was clean and ornate and beautiful. There were paintings on the walls and tapestries hanging from the ceiling. Rolan was just admiring the wooden beams of the ceiling above him when he felt Tav’s hands on his neck.

He looked down as she pressed herself against him.

“I want you,” she said, pulling him down to kiss her.

“Is this a good idea?”

“Probably not, but I want you anyway. I want you to fuck me in that bastard’s bed. The potion I gave them is pretty strong. They won’t wake up for a few hours.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I know my potions.”

Rolan felt his resolve folding like a house of cards. He stooped forward and scooped Tav up into his arms. She let out a squeak of surprise but wrapped her legs around his waist. She put her arms around his neck, steadying herself against him.

Their faces were very close. Given how much taller he was than her, it was rare that they were on the same level. Rolan examined her face from this new angle. This close, he could see the freckles on her nose and scattered across her cheekbones. Her big, dark eyes bore into his.

“Hello,” he said, not knowing what else to say.

“Hi,” she giggled, that genuine laugh that he’d been desperate to hear. His face broke into a smile.

He carried her to the bed and lay her down on it. The bedspread was soft – far softer than any that Rolan ever had slept under – and Tav leant back on her elbows, staring up at him.

He wrapped a hand around her ankle, lifting her leg so that her skirt slid down her thighs. She was wearing such a pretty dress, as she always did when Lorroakan had guests over.

Her legs fell open, inviting him in. He sank to his knees, grasping at her underwear. He licked at her over the fabric, feeling her thighs trembling either side of his head.

Here, her scent was almost suffocating. She had spent hours sweating in a hot kitchen, and Rolan couldn’t get enough of it.

He tugged her underwear down her thighs and she lifted her hips to help him. Since their last tryst, he had kept his normally sharp nails filed down, just in case. He was thankful for that now as he touched her, feeling how wet she was for him.

He slid two fingers inside her and she arched her back, gasping. Kissing her inner thigh, he looked up her, watching the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, crooking his fingers, searching for the spot that would make her cry out his name.

“There. Right there. Don’t stop. Oh my- Rolan.” There were tears in her eyes.

He knew that his body ran hotter than hers. Surely she could feel that as his fingers probed inside her and tongue circled her clit. He hoped that that heightened her pleasure. She seemed to be enjoying herself, at the very least.

She arched her back again, crying out his name. Rolan knew he should’ve been worried. He could just imagine Lorroakan or one of his cronies waking up from their magical slumber, overhearing Tav’s cries of ecstasy and stumbling in on Rolan on his knees, pleasuring her with his tongue and fingers.

But the soft heat of her body and the way she grabbed his horn, pulling him in deeper as she came, pushed all of those thoughts out of his mind. So what if Lorroakan caught them? Perhaps then he’d learn what a female orgasm looked like. Gods knew it was overdue.

As Tav came down from her high, she clung to Rolan, pulling herself upright to look at him in the eye.

“Get undressed,” she said, her voice husky. Rolan didn’t need to be told twice.

While he divested himself of his robe, she removed her dress and bra and tossed them to the side. She stretched as she did so, revealing more soft, freckled skin that Rolan wanted to kiss. Her breasts looked even more delicious than he remembered them being.

He reached for her but she turned around onto her hands and knees. She arched, pushing her arse into the air. She looked at him over her shoulder.

“I want you to take me like this,” she breathed.

Rolan stumbled forwards, kneeling on the bed between her legs. She was spread open for him, her pretty little cunt practically dripping from his earlier efforts. He took his hard cock in hand and pressed it against her entrance.

Her eyes fluttered shut, a smile on her lips. She sank down further, resting her cheek against the mattress.

“Gods, Tav,” said Rolan, cupping her arse in his hand. “You’re so gorgeous.”

He slipped the head of his cock inside her. It was a stretch, as it had been last time. He was well-endowed and she was petite, but she was also drenched with arousal. It made it easier.

She let out a low hum of pleasure and clenched around him. It took all of his self-restraint not to thrust into her then. He didn’t want to hurt her.

His hand came up to rest on her hip, thumb stroking over the smooth skin of her back. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“More than alright,” she said, breathless.

He took that as his cue to slide in a little deeper. Her cunt stretched around him, soaked with her arousal and his saliva. Again, he squeezed her arse, pulling at the cheek so he could have a good view of the way she was wrapped around him.

With a soft moan, she pushed back against him, sliding his cock in deeper. He stifled a groan, but stayed still, letting her rock back and forth onto him, taking him deeper inside her.

“Rolan,” she whined. “I need you.”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he cooed. He had never felt more powerful than right now, with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen bent over in front of him, begging for his cock.

“Fuck me. I need it. Please.”

He grasped her hips and pushed in deeper. “Anything for you, my lady,” he said, and he felt her whole body tremble.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she moaned. Her eyes were closed now. He found that he missed them.

Perhaps it was the wine that was making him so bold, or perhaps it was the fact that he had his master’s wife writhing under him in his master’s own bed, but either way, he slid his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back.

She let out a gasp and his hips stuttered, suddenly concerned that he’d crossed a line. His cock slipped out of her, wilting slightly with anxiety. He released her hair, starting to apologise, but she looked at him over her shoulder, grabbing at his hand and guiding it back to her hair.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “I want you to be a little rough. Show me who I really belong to.”

Rolan’s stomach did a flip. “Are you certain? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you to stop. Now please…” She lifted her hips again, pushing her arse up in the air and arching her back. When Rolan didn’t move, she looked back at him, scooping her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. “Don’t you want to teach me a lesson? Show me what a spoilt little rich girl I am?”

“Zurgan, Tav,” he swore, his cock hardening against her. “You are a little brat, aren’t you? And such a bad girl, begging for my cock while your husband is asleep down the hall.”

“I’m a bad girl,” she said, pressing back against him. “I deserve to be punished.”

“I’m going to fuck some manners into you, you little brat.” He slid into her again, and she let out a groan of satisfaction. He grabbed at her arms, pinning them behind her back with one hand. She was so much smaller than him that it wasn’t even a challenge.

He started thrusting again, a fast, punishing pace that had her whimpering with every thrust.

“Such a little slut,” said Rolan, a little tentatively. She’d clearly been enjoying the dirty talk so far, but he didn’t know what would be too far. “Being fucked by your husband’s apprentice. What would people say if they knew how much of a whore you are?”

“Rolan,” she moaned, her thighs trembling. With her arms firmly pinned behind her back, she was entirely at his mercy.

He slid the tip of his tail between her thighs and searched for her clit. When he found it, he flicked over it, once, twice, and then she was coming on his cock, clenching around him hard.

He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. She was lying face down, flushed and panting underneath him. The only way she’d look prettier was if she was splattered with him cum.

“Cum inside me, please Rolan,” she whimpered. “Mark me as yours. Show Lorroakan who I really belong to.”

Rolan’s eyes rolled back in his head, his balls tightening.

Who I really belong to.

That was enough to push him over the edge.

“Oh, Zurgan.”

His cock pulsed, spilling inside her. Below him, she writhed, moaning his name. He clung to her as his orgasm ebbed, letting his softening cock slide out of her. A little of his cum trickled out of her. He watched it, chest heaving.

After a moment, she rolled over and smiled up at him. Her face was blotchy and pink and her eyelashes were stuck together with tears.

“Don’t worry,” she said hazily. “I’m not going to get pregnant. I have potions to make sure of that.” Rolan just gaped at her. “Lorroakan doesn’t know. He wants me to bear him a son. But I’d never let him get me pregnant. Not in a million years.”

She settled her head on a pillow, stretching out like a cat. Rolan tried to stop his eyes from sliding down the smooth lines of her body and focus on her face.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

“Do I?” She rubbed her eye with the back of her hand, looking surprised. “I suppose I have. Why don’t you come and lay down with me a little while? We still have time before the sleeping potion wears off.”

Rolan settled down beside her. They were both on top of the covers, facing each other. Tav’s hair was wild, half-flattened by the pillow and half sticking up in all different directions.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked uncertainly.

Tav shook her head. “I wasn’t expecting to like the roughness… Lorroakan is always holding me too tight or throwing me around, so I thought it would be like that. But it’s different with you. I trust you. And when you grabbed my hair I thought I was going to cum just from that.”

“I’m sorry.” Rolan brushed her hair away from her face. “I should’ve asked. I should’ve been gentler.”

“Why are you apologising? I just told you that I liked it.”

“Still. I didn’t know that you were going to like it.”

She put her hands on his chest, silencing him immediately. “Stop overthinking things,” she said. “I like you. I like the way you touch me. I especially like the way you fuck me. You have nothing to apologise for.”

She touched her forehead to his, and he felt a knot release in his chest.

The two of them stayed like that for longer than was sensible. Eventually, they would have to prestidigitate themselves and the room clean, and Rolan would have to return to his room, but for now, he was happy to have Tav in his arms, talking softly and exchanging kisses.

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anti-romantico · 1 year ago

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[work trip] the boyz sangyeon

warnings: slow-burn, use of the word "daddy" idk if I should apologize for this one lmao, oral (f receiving), protected sex (I earned a cookie for this), hint of a second round

words: 3571

Working as an assistant wasn’t in your plans when you graduated, but as long as you could pay your bills with the salary without having to get another job, you were more than happy.

And it wasn’t like your boss was terrible or a creep. He was young, didn’t have kids, but always liked to spoil his friend’s, it was like his favorite hobby.

You arrived at your desk 15 minutes before your usual time this morning. You didn’t know your driver was in such a rush, but you preferred to not ask and let him drive while you hold on for dear life.

— You’re early. — Your boss said, walking out of his office.

— My driver must have had something important to do after dropping me off. — You answered. — Good morning, Mr. Lee. — You bowed your head a little.

He softly smiled. — Good morning. Did you receive my email?

— Yes, you wanted to talk to me. — You confirmed.

And even though it wasn’t a question, Sangyeon nodded. — It was going to be later, but considering you still have 10 more minutes of freedom and that I’ll leave earlier. Come to my office, please.

You felt cold sweat all over your body. Did you mention he made you insanely nervous? And you knew the thoughts you sometimes had about him would be firing you in a second.

You sat down on the chair in front of his desk and waited for him to talk. Sangyeon took off his blazer and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and sat down on his own chair.

— Do you want water? — He suddenly asked. And you didn’t know if it was the nervousness, but you sensed a hint of mockery in his tone.

— No, thank you, Mr. Lee. — You said, looking away.

You heard him scoff. — Well, I wanted to talk to you because we received an invitation to an investors meeting in Gangmun. And although it will only be 3 meetings, it’s going to be a whole week. You can pack some swimsuits if you want. We are leaving on Friday.

And Friday arrived too fast for your liking. The organizers of this trip made sure his future investors traveled comfortably because your seats were first class and the hotel was 5 stars.

Your room and Sanyeon’s were next to each other, and while you were unpacking, someone knocked on your door.

— Hi, I just got a call. Our first meeting is tomorrow morning, so that means you have the whole day free. — You nodded. — Oh. These were in my room, to let the hotel staff know you’re here as part of the trip. Pretty sure you’ll have courtesies. — Sangyeon grabbed your left arm and put on the white plastic bracelet. — And you have only one more replacement, so be careful. — He let it go.

— Thanks. So am I free to do anything today? — You asked, already making plans.

— I mean, yes, just don’t go to sleep late, the meeting is at 11am, right after breakfast. — You giggled, he was using the same tone he used with his friend’s kids.

— Right, thank you, Mr. Lee. — You smiled and waited for him to leave.

The next morning, you got up and took a bath. You were getting dressed when you released how hungry you were. You were almost ready when Sangyeon knocked on your door.

— Slept well? — Was the first thing he asked when you opened your door.

— Yes, thank you, Mr. Lee. You too? — You asked, closing your door, making sure it was locked.

— You can say that. I always have a difficult time sleeping the first night outside my home.

— That happened to me once, I just asked for more pillows. — You said. He called the elevator and nodded.

Breakfast was quiet. The restaurant was full of businessmen, and some even looked at both of you from time to time. None of them came accompanied by their assistant? You wanted to ask Sanyeon about it, but he was too immersed in his phone.

— Aren't you going to order, Mr. Lee? — You took him out of his thoughts.

— I only ordered a coffee, [Y/N], I'm not that hungry. — Sangyeon put away his phone and gave you his whole attention.

After his coffee and your fruit salad arrived, you casually talked about your plans for the next day. Not noticing everyone's eyes were on you two.

Not even in the meeting room you noticed the businessmen gossiping around, you just assumed they were talking about, well, business.

The next day finally arrived, and room service was like your alarm to get off the bed.

"Courtesy from the house" the bellman said.

You sent Sangyeon a message to tell him you were having your breakfast in your room and that it would be ok for him to join, but he rejected the offer saying he was already having breakfast with some colleague at the restaurant.

After finishing, you grabbed one of the bikinis you packed and got ready to enjoy the pool.

— Hi! — A voice called your attention when you were looking for your sunglasses.

A guy with black hair and tattoos was right in front of you.

— Hi.

— I wasn't sure if you were the lady from the meeting room. I'm Kevin.

— [Y/N]. — You gazed over him, watching him sit down on the chair beside yours. — Are you an investor?

— I'm one of the organizers, actually. — You slightly panicked. — I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but you didn't seem to have a moment away from Mr. Lee.

— Yeah, he often forgets small but important details and I have to remind him.

— Oh, so you're his assistant? — Kevin sounded genuinely surprised.

— I am, is there a problem?

— No, I think it's smart of him to bring his assistant. Most of these men think they know everything and often humiliate themselves.

— Tell me about it, in all the work trips I've been since I started to work for Mr. Lee, at least one man interrupts the head of the investors and ends up being kicked out of the meeting.

— Oh I've seen it happen, it's really funny. Anyways, didn't mean to interrupt your free day, but let me take you for a drink or two. How about your next free day?

— The day after tomorrow?

— Sure, I know those meetings can be exhausting, can't imagine how tired you end up. So, is it ok for you?

— Yeah, let me know the time.

You watched Kevin leave and finally got into the pool when he was out of your sight.

And he was right about the meetings. Businessmen always liked to show off their intelligence, thinking they knew more than the rest. Sangyeon would look at you from time to time, to make sure you weren't too tired.

— I can excuse you if you want to leave. — He whispered in your ear. You swallowed hard.

— And miss this? No way. — You whispered back, making him giggle.

Your eyes then were caught by Kevin's, he was giving you a teasing look that left you feeling uneasy.

The next night, you dressed casually and went to the bar of the hotel. On your way to the elevator, you met Sangyeon and the colleague he had breakfast with the other day.

— Going somewhere special? — Sangyeon arched his brow when he saw how well dressed you were.

— Yeah, going to the bar, a friend invited me. — You didn't exactly want to tell him that one of the organizers invited you.

— That's great, have a good time, just don't forget…

— We have the last meeting tomorrow, I know. I won't come back late. — Sangyeon smiled and let you go.

— How long have you been working with Mr. Lee. — Kevin asked, already three drinks in.

You sighed. — Two years, but I started in the archive until he realized I was acting like his assistant so he decided to hire me as such.

— Nice, starting from the bottom… — You laughed and nodded. — I'm going to say this before I get too drunk. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable.

— Why would you?

— Just me and my thoughts. They like to assume things. — You finished your drink and waited for him to talk. — I just thought you were either the wife or the affair.

And fortunately you already swallowed your drink before he said those words because you would've choked.

— Why would you think that?

— I mean, he brought you. Investors usually come alone.

— What do you mean?

— We only sent one invitation. Not saying he has done it in the past, everyone does things differently, but in this case, we only invited him and he asked for permission to bring someone, all expenses on him, of course.

You couldn't believe him. What if this wasn't the first time?

After getting another drink and changing topics, you two decided it was time to go back and sleep. You were still talking in the elevator when it reached Kevin's floor. He said goodnight and left, leaving you with your thoughts.

Once you got to your floor, you calmly walked to your door, but a voice in your head convinced you it was a good time for answers.

You knocked Sangyeon's door and waited, getting no answer. You knocked again, impatiently.

— [Y/N], it’s late, what’s wrong? — Sangyeon finally opened his door.

— Why did you bring me?

— What?

— You’re paying for my room and my “courtesies”, you thought I wouldn’t know?

Sangyeon moved to let you in his room. You walked in and waited beside him.

— What’s so wrong about it? — He said after closing his door.

— You lied to me! You told me I was also invited and that the organizers were paying for my food and such. I work for you, why would you do this?

— Ok, let’s get this straight. You don’t work for me, you work with me. Without you I would forget half of the stuff I have to do during the day, I needed you here.

— Are you sure about that? Was paying for such an expensive hotel room necessary?

— Yes. — You closed your mouth surprised.

— Wow, this is beyond unprofessional, Sangyeon.

— I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, but ever since you started working in the company you haven’t had proper vacations.

— How about you hire someone else and I find somewhere else to work? — You asked. You tried to open the door, but Sangyeon had his whole weight on his arms, stopping you.

— Are you seriously quitting right now?

You didn’t turn around. — No, unlike you, I’m a professional. I’ll finish this trip, enjoy my last days here. You’ll have my resignation letter on your desk by Monday.

He sighed and let you go. He couldn’t sleep that night.

The next morning, you sent him a message saying you'll have your breakfast in your room, so he could go to the restaurant without you. And Sangyeon thought you’d also miss the meeting, but you were waiting for him outside the meeting room.

— It’s not necessary, [Y/N], I'm pretty sure this meeting will be a recap of the other two. — Sangyeon said in a lower voice, not wanting the other businessmen to hear him.

You sighed. — Ms. Kim only invited the investors she was truly interested in working with.

Sangyeon bit his lower lip fighting the urge to laugh. — I told you I needed you here.

— Meeting is about to start, Mr. Lee. — You said, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach when you heard those words.

After the meeting, you waited for him to finish talk with Ms. Kim. You got distracted with the beautiful view the meeting room had. Sangyeon called your name after some minutes and you followed him, saying goodbye to Ms. Kim.

— Well, — Sangyeon and you stopped at your door. — Our flight is on Sunday.

— I know. See you then. — You opened your door and looked at him.

— I really hope you reconsider what you said last night. I promise this won’t happen again.

— See you on Sunday, Mr. Lee.

You were in the pool enjoying the warm water. The businessmen were already leaving. You noticed when Kevin was checking out. “I just thought you were either the wife or the affair” his words made echo in your head. God, who else thought that about you. He looked in your direction and waved goodbye. You smiled and waved back.

— May I? — Sangyeon’s voice made you turn around.

You shrugged and kept swimming, ignoring that he took off his shirt. After 5 minutes of complete silence, you sat on the edge of the pool and turned your head to talk to him.

— Was this the first time you did it? — You asked.

— What? Paying for a whole hotel room, first class flights, food and all-access bracelets for you? — He answered in a sarcastic tone.

— And you still want me to work for you? — You turned your body this time.

— Of course. I know I should’ve told you, but would you have agreed to go all those times knowing I was paying for you? — You stayed silent. — Listen, if you decide to still work with me — Sanyeon made emphasis on the “with”. — I’ll still pay for you, you already do half of my job, just take it as a way to thank you.

You got up and walked to the chair where your towel was. — Did you know some of those businessmen thought I was your wife or even your mistress? And I’m sure it’s not the first time people think that.

— I don’t know why people would think that, [Y/N], we don’t behave like a couple at all. Also, if it’s not true, why are you so worried?

You stopped your tracks and turned around. — You don’t get it, do you? It has nothing to do with how we act, it’s you paying every single penny for me on these business trips that I shouldn't even be on.

— Like I said, I’ll still pay for you if you decide to stay on the boat, and it’ll be the same with the next assistant. — Sangyeon got up and walked to you.

— Then I still stand by my decision to give you my resignation letter on Monday. — He was so close you could feel his breath.

— We make such an amazing team, you have a good salary, I pay for your vacations. I don’t think you’ll be able to find another job like this one.

— Am I your assistant or your sugar baby, Sangyeon?

— I don't know, which one do you want to be?

— You're not implying that…

— It's your decision, pretty.

You didn't care how you looked, you were tired of fighting your inner you to look like a big girl for once. — Do you want me to be only your sugar baby?

And Sangyeon loved the change of aura. — How about we have this very important conversation in my room.

If walls could talk, you were sure Sangyeon's room would gasp before such a scene.

You were under him, hungrily kissing, both of your hands were held over your head with one hand of his while his free hand was exploring every inch of your naked skin, sending shivers from your spine to your cunt.

— Is here where you want me, pretty? — He asked in your ear, running his middle and index fingers over your clothed pussy. — Would you allow me to taste you?

— Please… I…

Sangyeon let your arms go and got down on you, pulling down your bikini bottom. — Tell me if you want me to stop.

He started to lick, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't show any type of discomfort, he continued by opening your folds with his fingers and finally giving your wet pussy a hard lick that made you moan really loud.

And he didn't give you a moment to breathe, he was sucking on your clit and toying with it with his tongue.

— Fuck… Daddy… please… — You sighed, pulling his hair.

— Are you close, pretty? — He said against your cunt.

You nodded and grabbed the pillows that were beside you before grabbing his face and pulling him to you. — Do you have condoms?

Sangyeon kept fingering you. — I'm so glad they didn't go to waste this time.

You giggled when you saw him rush to his backpack and take two metallic envelopes.

And you thought you were finally going to see his dick when he got back to the bed, but before you could say a word, he was back on your pussy, spreading your legs open to finish the job. You had to push him when he kept eating you out after you had your orgasm.

— Do you remember how you just called me? — Sangyeon asked, taking out one of the condoms and rolling it down on his hard cock.

— I don't think so. — You playfully said, sighing when you felt his tip against your entrance.

— Make some memory because I want to hear it more often.

The whole room was filled with moans, grunts and wet sounds. Your arms were back over your head while your tongues were fighting. You threw your head back with another loud moan when he brushed the spot.

— Right there, daddy. — You whined, hugging his hips with your legs.

Sangyeon's hips took control and kept ramming against you, making the bed squeak.

Your juices were dripping to the bed, letting you know you were close. — Daddy… — You couldn't finish your sentence, you felt your whole body burning. Sangyeon kissed you and massaged your clit, receiving all your moans in his mouth.

— Give it to me, pretty. Cum for me. — His grip on your wrists was deadly, there will be marks the next morning.

You felt how you teared your throat with how loud you moaned while cumming. Sangyeon cummed right after with how tight your pussy was squeezing him.

After five minutes of cleaning yourselves, you went to the bathroom to pee while he was looking for something for you to wear.

— Do you know my room is next to yours, right? — You said, sitting down on his bed.

— Do you promise you'll come back? — He grabbed you by the chain and made you look up.

— Why wouldn't I come back? — Sangyeon gave you a sweet kiss and let you go, getting in the bathroom.

You went to your room to change clothes and pack all your things, leaving everything ready for the next morning.

Once you were in your pajamas, you went to Sangyeon's room. He was already laying down waiting for you.

— Are you hungry? — He asked. He was now wearing sweatpants, but didn't bother to wear a shirt. And the slight tent under the pants gave you a hint that he also didn't have underwear on.

— Kind of. — You crawled through the bed to him and straddled him.

— Do you want me to order something? — His hand shamelessly massaged your butt.

— I think we have a conversation pending, Mr. Lee. — You said before kissing his neck.

— Are you sure you want to have that conversation like this? Fuck… — You licked his neck all the way to his ear. — I don't want you to be my sugar baby, [Y/N]. — You stopped, but didn't move. — I want to start a romantic relationship with you.

Your soul came back to your body, made you laugh. You hit him on his chest. — Is it too hard to ask me to be your girlfriend?

Sangyeon pulled you to kiss you. — And about the job…

— You already know my position on that. — You answered, intertwining your fingers with his.

— You said it yourself. You're a professional, but if you consider you can't separate our relationship at work, then I'll respect your decision.

— What about the rest of the workers?

— I'm the one signing the checks, pretty, if they want to doubt on the position you are in, then they can have a word with me.

The next morning, you turned off your alarm and stretched your body without opening your eyes. You giggled when you felt Sangyeon's lips on the skin of your back.

— Morning, pretty. — His raspy and deep voice made you clench around nothing.

You turned your body and kissed him. — Morning, handsome.

— Call me cheesy, but it's my first night here sleeping the whole night. — Sangyeon kissed you again, pulling one of your legs over his waist.

You felt his morning wood and bit his lower lip, making him groan. — Do you have any plans for today? — You said over his lips.

— Enjoying this really comfortable bed with my girlfriend. — His hips buckled up, brushing his erection on your stomach. — And I was thinking of rescheduling our flight and staying a few more days.

Your hand traveled inside of his pajama pants and started massaging him. — That sounds lovely, but I don't think we have enough condoms for that.

— I can still order more. — His fingers pulled down your shorts and underwear before reaching for the condom that he left over the nightstand last night.

You helped him with it and guided him to your entrance, feeling a pinch of pain for the lack of preparation.

— How long do you want to stay? — Sangyeon asked over your lips, thrusting into you.

— How about you make me cum and then we can talk about anything you want? — Your finger dug in his back, leaving marks.

#kpop smut #the boyz smut #the boyz sangyeon smut #sangyeon smut #the boyz hard hours #sangyeon hard hours #the boyz sangyeon hard hours

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mandiemegatron · 1 year ago

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Would it be alright to request some Shachi content? Maybe how Shachi acts falling in love with a shy reader?

bonus If you’re feeling spicy 🥵 maybe some things that get Shachi worked up that reader does?

ᴏᴍɢ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴀᴀʏʏ!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 ʏᴇꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪʟ ꜱʜᴀᴄʜɪ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰᴀɴꜱ 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰 ʙɪɢ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴄʜ , ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ !!! 😍😍🤭🤭🤭

『 💖 』 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 『 💖 』

𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 18+, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.

💚 The second you join the Heart Pirates, Shachi and Penguin were the first to properly make the Polar Tang feel like home. Your incredibly shy nature made them a little overprotective of you, but you didn't mind, simply giggling off their antics with a wave of your hand in apology.

💚 For some reason, Shachi always had a habit of making you jump and screech, laughing like a psycho as he ran away from you, your hidden anger bursting through every time. You caught him one time, and he definitely regretted it that day, even going so far to keep distance for a few days. You were shocked at how much it hurt you, frowning at lunch and dinner times when he sat at another table on the other side of the room.

💚 You cornered him after dinner after the fourth day, huffing and pouting as you asked, "Why are you being such a friggin' butthead?!" He choked on his words with an anxious laugh, his face bright red as he rubbed the back of his head. "Uh- I, ah-" He couldn't stand how fucking adorable you were, especially when you were upset. You always spoke so softly, your meek and shy nature not seeming to fit you even though you owned it with a large smile. "I'm sorry?" You just rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving a flustered Shachi to watch you leave with an embarrassed groan.

💚 You sat next to him at breakfast and you could have gone blind at how bright his smile was, his cheeks tinted pink as he exclaimed, "There's my little mouse! So glad you could join us!" Your own cheeks burned as you dug into your food, choosing to ignore him instead. You only froze when his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze before settling, your eyes wide as your dissociated for a good minute. His hand only moved when Penguin called him out, "Oi, stop breakin' the poor girls' brain!"

💚 Shachi always talked your ear off during overnight command watch, the two of you having to keep the Tang from ending up eaten by a Sea King. "You want a coffee or something?" You shook your head but asked instead, "Hot chocolate?" After that, Shachi would always have a cup ready for you the second you walked in, your fingers brushing as you took the cup from him with a small smile, cheeks pink. You swat his hand away as he tries to poke your cheeks, huffing with a puff as you both make yourselves comfortable in your own seats.

💚 The first time you experienced a Sea King, you were just about to end your shift, 5 am hitting as your bed called to you. You and Shachi rose and yawned, your peripherals taking him in as he removes his sunglasses to rub at his eyes. You can't help but think how handsome he is, heart racing as you rub at your own face before going to grab your mug. You suddenly scream as the Tang is suddenly hit, your body thrown into Shachi, who moves faster than you'd ever seen to catch you. His back hits the side of the sub, and his breath leaves him, his grip tightening around you as Law scrambles into the command center. He summons a Room and Shambles' the monster away, glancing down at both of you the moment it's safe. Giving you both a once over before pulling out his personal den den mushi, he began calling everyone he could on the ship for damage control as he walked away. You shook in Shachis grasp, his own shaky breath brushing over your ear as he groans out, "You good, mouse?" You give a shaky nod before burying your face into his jumper. You stay there for as long as you could, only moving when your replacements walked in.

You just got into your PJs when there was a knock on your door. You opened it with a slight frown only to gasp softly when you saw Shachi standing there, looking a little ragged and nervous. You opened the door fully and let him in, closing it behind him and joining him to sit on your bed.

You sat cross-legged, reaching out to lightly punch his shoulder as you ask nervously, "W-What's going on, Shach? You okay?"

He doesn't speak for a while, simply sitting on the edge of the bed close to you with twiddling thumbs, chewing his bottom lip with sharp teeth. When he does finally speak, his face is bright red.

"I... was scared you got hurt, Y/N. I just needed to come make sure you were good."

You give a soft laugh and he turns to you, grinning when he sees your cheeks are just as red.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Do you need a hug?"

He nods and pulls you to him, giving you no notice as you're pulled to his lap, your legs on either side of him. He removes his glasses and buries his face into your chest, ignoring your sounds of protest as he breathes you in. You groan in embarrassment before letting your hands rest on his head, fingers running through his hair under his hat.

He groans into your breasts and you suck in a sharp breath, eyes wide as his hands wander to your ass, fingers gripping as a hardness grows under you. You press your lips into a tight line as you bite back a moan, knowing your shorts were already soaked.

"Y/N, I can't hold back anymore, I need you."

You squeak in shock, your eyes still wide as you meet his half-lidded gaze, desire written across his face.

"I've been flirting with you for weeks, but I don't think you're catching the hint."

You're unable to hold back the filthy sound he pulls from you as he roughly presses you down against him, his hard cock grinding against your clothed core with need.

"Tell me I can have you."

Your breathing is uneven as you stare each other down, taking only a second to think before you answer breathlessly,

"God, yes."

#mandie mumbles ; fanfics #one piece #one piece reader #Shachi #Shachi x reader #op reader #op shachi #heart pirates #ok to rb #MY FIRST REQUEST 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IM SO HAPPY I COULD LITERALLY CRY #i hope this does your shachi fix justice !!!#i love u anon #shachi fuckers unite #if you see any spelling mistakes - no the fuck you dont 🥰

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 1 year ago

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Can I request a gender neutral reader with Matt Simmons as their father. Any plot!!!

Matt Simmons X Child Reader

Second one for Matt!

Summary: Matts 5 year old Y/N comes to the BAU looking for theit Dad, but ends up meeting the team instead.

Third person pov...

It was early morning for the Simmons family, everyone was running a but late even Matt who was already late to work by a couple of minutes, said man comes running into the Kitchen where his children arw.

"Good morning everyone and good bye have a great day!" He exclaims kissing all his kids on thr head and kissing Kristy before running out the door the off to work.

5 year old Y/N then jumps up from their chair and rushes after their daddy their little legs getting tired, but they made it in time. "bye Daddy" they yell waving bye to their dad, As Matt drove away, 5 year old Y/N watched silently from the porch, waving goodbye until the kid could no longer see it in the distance.

Y/N was already missing their Dad, they then walked back inside and back up at the table, the 5 year old continues to eat their breakfast. Kristy sighs at her husband before turning back to the children.

Most of them were ready to go apart from the youngest Y/N, they were only 5 and didn't have school yet.

Currently said 5 year old was enjoying their breakfast laughing as their older brother makes funny faces at them, Kristy laughs at the siblings.

"okay that's enough you all need to get ready we have to leave soon" she says as the older children all run off leaving their Mum and baby sibling alone.

Y/N smiles at their Mummy making the woman coo and kiss their forehead, suddenly the toddler is alone in the kitchen, suddenly they spot a lunchbox, gasping the kid grabs it and runs off after their mum.

"Mummy! Mummy!" yells the little 5 year old, then Kristy is coming over to the kid, she then picks Y/N up looking them over for cuts. "whats wrong N/N" he asks the toddler in her arms.

Said toddler then wriggled around in her arms and pushes a lunchbox into her face. "daddy forgot his lunch!" they exclaim as if it was thr end of the world. Kristy gives a mock gap. "then we'll have to bring it to him" she says making Y/N smile and nod.

Hours later, Y/N and their Mum are in the car on their way to the BAU to give Matt his lunch. Y/N was feeling wide eyed and a little scared as the kid walked up to the entrance of the BAU, their Mum had dropped them off and rove to owkr.

The 5 year old held the lunchbox tightly in their arms before marching off to the building, they sighned in to see 'Matt Simmons' at the front desk, as they walked the 5 year old got many strange looks from agents.

Soon they arrived on the right floor, the 5 year old marches again towards the doors to the BAU units room, soon they reached the door, confused the kid stands outside it.

Should they knock or just open it. What if he wasn't in there? What would they do then? As if on cue, the door opened, and a tall man stepped out. His face was unfamiliar, but Y/N could feel something inside them telling them that he was some kind of friend.

"Hi there" the man said he looked young, giving the little kid a awkward smile. "My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. Can I help you with anything?"

Y/N took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to speak. they were a bit nervous, but they knew their daddy was somewhere in this building and sending Reid away without getting any answers was not an option.

'Is my daddy here" they ask, big E/C eyes looking up at him. The Dr was confused who was this kid, as he goes to talk he is saved by JJ walking by. "JJ help me" mutters Spencer making the woman laugh.

JJ then looked down at the little kid. "hello sweetheart, im JJ.do you know your daddies name?" she asks the 5 year old child, Y/N nods confidently. "his name is Daddy, he works here can you help me find him?" they ask, their answer makes the adult sweat drop.

Of course they were asking a little kid what their dad name was. JJ smiles kindly and holds out her hand to the kid. "how about we find him together" she suggest earning a smile from the kid. "yes please, im Y/N!" exclaims the child.

Spencer and JJ then walk into the bullpen with little Y/N holding JJs hand skipping slightly. "well, its nice to meet you Y/N welcome to the BAU" exclaims JJ matching the kid energy.

"whos the lunchbox for Y/N?" questions JJ finally noticing the lunchbox clutched to the kid hands it was a lot bigger than a regular kids lunchbox. Y/N looks at the lunchbox in their arms and grins.

"its daddies, he forgot it" they explain making JJ awe at how cute it was having your kid bring you your forgotten lunch.

Throughout the hour Y/N hadn't found their dad yet but had met almost every member of the BAU team apart from one someone called Matt Simmons whos name sounded a lot like Y/Ns daddy.

As the kid waits, they sit on Spencer's desk little legs swinging as they ask the genius many questions about everything and about his job, beside them JJ and Penelope are smiling while Luke laughs at the state the man is in.

Emily, Tara and Rossi watch from the side, suddenly Matt wonders through the doors, he looked up when he heard his youngest kid voice, he was both surprised and delighted to see Y/N eagerly talking to the team and bombarding Spencer with questions.

"N/N!" he exclaims gaining an audience. Gasping the Kid almost falls off while scrambling to get down the desk once they were on the floor they sprinted into their dads arms.

"daddy you're here I brought your lunch!" yelled the 5 year old, the team watch as Matt picks the child effortlessly into his arms kissing their forehead taking the definitely squished lunch from them.

"thank you vey much N/N" he said earning a cheer from the H/C kid in his arms.

The team enjoyed getting a chance to meet Y/N, and as a result, the kid was invited back periodically to chat and learn more and bother spencer with more questions.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot three in a row im on a roll!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1152

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #fluff ending #matt simmons x child! reader #matt simmons

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noirsfantasy · 1 year ago

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On the eighth day of Christmas...

ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔄 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Husband!Idris Elba x Black!Wife Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Fluff

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 2.3K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ It’s Christmas morning and your kids are more excited than ever for it. So excited, in fact, they decide to make you and your husband, Idris, a Christmas breakfast. However, you don’t let this minor hiccup ruin the day. You’re reminded just how much your family means to you.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Guys, someone please snap me outta my delusions, cuz this story had me imaginan my whole life with him. He’s such Daddy material😋 I really hope y’all like this one!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

It's early Christmas morning and the house is silent. I’m sleeping soundly, stealing most of the covers from Idris as he is sprawled across the majority of the bed. I begin to stir once I hear tiny footsteps approaching my room. I shift, hiding my head under the blanket when I hear the door burst open.

“IT’S CHRISTMAS! IT’S CHRISTMAS!” Our 5-year-old daughter, Heaven, shouts as she jumps on the bed, stepping on her father.

"Ah! Heaven, darling, please!" He grimaces as he's suddenly awoken from his slumber, shifting under the blanket and sitting up. He reaches out and grabs her mid-jump, pulling her into his lap. "Do you know what time it is, princess?" He questions groggily and Heaven beams brightly.

"It's Christmas time, Daddy!" She says excitedly and jumps on his lap. I hear footsteps approaching me and then the blanket is pulled away from my face. I squint as the light hits my eyes and bury my face in the pillow.

"Mommy, get up! We made you guys breakfast." Our oldest son Jason tells me, before pulling the rest of the blankets off, causing me to shiver.

"JJ, please just give us five minutes, okay?" I ask, but he shakes his head.

"The food will be cold by then, Mommy!" My heart drops at the realization and Idris and I make eye contact. He sees the stressed look forming on my face and gives me a reassuring one back, turning to the kids.

"Right, Heaven, Jason, it's still early. Why don't you give your mum and me a few more minutes to get ready and then we will be down." He offers, but they don't relent. Heaven continues to bounce up and down and Jason can't seem to contain his excitement.

"We can't, Daddy! It's Christmas! We shouldn't have to wait." His smile is wider as he can't wait to go downstairs and show us what they made. Idris groans and I bury my face again.

"Alright, alright, you monsters. Calm down for a minute." He starts as he stands up and tosses Heaven over his shoulder, making her giggle. "What exactly have you three been up to, huh? Don't tell me you've been cookin' on the stove." He peers at Jason, who smiles and shakes his head again.

"We didn't use the stove, we used the microwave! We made our own special cookies and even decorated them! Come on!" He grabs my hands, pulling me out of bed and leading us both out of the room. We exchange a horrified look, imagining the mess in the kitchen. And we've still not seen our youngest yet. Hopefully, he's asleep.

Upon entering the kitchen, the smell of burnt cookies hits us. I sigh nervously as we round the corner. The kitchen is a mess, with flour and butter everywhere! There's frosting and sprinkles smeared on the counter and an incriminating stepping stool beneath the area. Behind the island, I see two little feet sticking out. I walk over, careful to avoid any mess on the floor and see our youngest son, Luke, on the floor eating frosting from the tube. He smiles as he looks up at me.

"Mommy! Mommy!" He shouts as he stands up and hugs my legs. I begin to regret wearing shorts as his sticky fingers come in contact with my skin.

"Oh, sweetie..." I say, groaning a bit as I take everything in.

"We made a little mess... But aren't the cookies pretty?" Heaven asks, presenting a plate of holiday mush. It seems as if they'd mixed up flour, sugar, and water, and threw it in the microwave, topping it off with green and red frosting and snowflake sprinkles. Heaven and Luke look so proud of their creation and Jason is giggling to himself, obviously the ringleader and brains behind this whole operation. I try to control my temper, after all, it's too early and it's Christmas. Idris chuckles and lifts Luke up into his arms, careful not to get any icing on himself. He turns to Heaven and takes the plate from her, placing it on the counter.

"Those cookies are incredible, princess!" He says, causing all of the kids to smile. I shake my head gently and put on a smile. This was bound to happen at some point. They're kids and it's Christmas. And I can't be mad at them, they all look so proud of themselves.

"They're absolutely amazing, you guys. But..." I bend down to look Jason and Heaven in the eye. "Remember, you need to ask Mommy and Daddy if you can use the kitchen. It's not safe to do it by yourself. Okay?" They both smile and nod.

"Okay, Mommy, we'll make sure to ask next time," Jason says with a happy smile. I give them both a kiss and pat their backs.

"Now," Idris starts, "why don't you two clean up in here while I clean up your brother?" He says to our older kids. They frown a bit, groaning.

"Hey, none of that. You guys did a nice thing for Mommy and Daddy by making these pretty cookies, but you need to clean up after yourselves as well." I explain to them.

"Yes ma'am." They reply in unison. Jason grabs a broom from the closet and Heaven goes under the sink to find a sponge to clean the counters with, using her stepping stool to reach the mess. Before wiping the mess away, she drags her finger through the frosting and licks it, causing me to grimace as I watch her enjoy her work. I turn to Idris and he chuckles, before kissing my cheek.

"Be right back, love." He says, giving me a charming smile, before propping Luke up on his side. "Come here, buddy. We gotta get you cleaned off." He says as he walks up the stairs with our youngest.

I walk over to Heaven and help her wipe the counter, helping her put away the baking tray. She still tries to sneak some frosting, licking it off her fingers before wiping her hands on the kitchen towel. I shake my head at her and she giggles. Jason catches everything that was wiped off of the counter with the broom, sweeping it into the dustpan and trashing it.

"Okay, you two. You're doing such a great job at cleaning up, thank you." I say to them both, smiling down at them. "Once we're done here, how about we open some presents?" I suggest and they both cheer at the mention of presents.

"Let's open them now! Pleaseeee!" Heaven begs and I laugh to myself.

"No, we gotta wait until Dad's done cleaning up Luke, duh!" Jason says back to her, causing her to pout. She crosses her arms and frowns. I shake my head at them.

"Let's just finish cleaning up. I'm sure Daddy will be done by then and then we can start, okay?" I offer them a warm smile.

"Okay, Mommy," Heaven says, going back to cleaning. Idris soon returns with Luke following after him, in a new set of pajamas and looking squeaky clean.

"Yay! Daddy's here! Can we start now, Mommy?" She asks as she turns to me. I laugh a bit and nod.

"Yes, sweetie, we can start," I say and all three of the kids rush to the living room and sit on the floor around the tree. Idris grabs my hand and I smile at him as we both take our seats on the couch, his arm wrapping around my shoulder. Heaven spots a present with her name on it and squeals happily, turning to us with bright eyes.

"You ready to open, princess?" He asks and she nods rapidly, tearing the paper away. She gasps as underneath the wrapping paper is a black Barbie doll with a beautiful pink dress and sparkling shoes. She looks up at us with a grin, thrilled with her gift. Heaven jumps up and kisses me and her dad on the cheeks.

"Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Daddy!" She says, hugging the gift close.

"You're welcome, baby," I say with a content smile.

"Take good care of her," Idris adds, smiling as well. Jason and Luke look at us with hopeful eyes, waiting for their turn. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Jump in!" He says and the boys excitedly grab gifts of their own, ripping them open. Luke squeals happily as he gets a fire engine with colorful blocks that snap together and Jason gets a brand new Lego set.

The room is filled with the childish sounds of laughter and excitement as the kids open more Christmas gifts. Idris and I exchange glances, basking in the warmth of the joyous moment unfolding before us. The chaotic morning, filled with mishaps and messes, now seems like a distant memory, replaced by the pure happiness on our children's faces.

As the Christmas frenzy dies down, Idris turns to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He reaches under the tree and pulls out a beautifully wrapped box that was hidden at the back, topped off with a bow that sparkles like freshly fallen snow.

"For my beautiful wife," He says with a warm smile, handing me the gift. I look at him with surprise, not expecting this, but accepting the gift anyway. I grin as I carefully unwrap the present. Inside, I find a stunning necklace, a beautiful chain accompanied by a pendant shaped like a snowflake, glistening with tiny diamonds. I gasp, overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.

"Idris!" I cover my mouth in shock and his smile grows wider as he sees my reaction. "It's so beautiful!" I exclaim, my fingers gently tracing the intricate details of the pendant. Idris beams with satisfaction, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I saw it and I thought it would be perfect for you. Like each snowflake is unique, so is my love for you." Touched by his words, I lean in and press a tender kiss to his lips. The kids all collectively cringe at us.

"Ewwww!" They shout at our display of affection, but we don't let it stop us. He puts the necklace around my neck and I move my hair out of the way to show it better.

"How does it look?" I ask, doing a little pose. Idris chuckles and takes my hand, kissing it lightly.

"Perfect, just like you." He says, causing me to blush at his words. However, not being one to be outdone, I reach under the tree and hand Idris a carefully wrapped gift of his own.

"Darling, you shouldn't have." He winks playfully. He grins like a child, tearing the paper away with eagerness. Inside, he sees a brand new watch, something he's been eyeing for a while now. He inspects the watch closely, looking both pleased and surprised. "This is incredible, Y/N. I love it."

"And I made sure the band was in your exact size, so no need to get it fitted either," I add and he looks at me adoringly. He puts the watch on, giving it a thorough look over.

"Just in the nick of time." He smiles cheekily and I roll my eyes.

"You're so cheesy sometimes, you know that?" I laugh.

"Guilty as charged, my love." He grins sheepishly. He wraps his arm back around my shoulder and gives me a kiss. After taking a break from toys and getting some breakfast, everyone does their own thing. The kids are now playing, occupied with their own little world. The only sounds that fill the room are the laughter and joy of the kids, along with the quiet murmur of Idris and my voice as we chat and relax. It's a content and cozy day.

Idris and I are still on the couch, cuddled up and watching a Christmas movie under a blanket. Eventually, Jason comes and sits next to us and Luke climbs up on Idris's lap, leaning against him. Heaven sits on the other couch, still playing with the new accessories she got with her new doll.

Luke starts to yawn adorably and Idris kisses him playfully on the head, before yawning himself. He looks at me and I stretch, yawning as well. We look over at Jason, who's fast asleep with the TV remote in his hand. I yawn again and then glance over at Heaven, who is also asleep, her head resting against the back of the couch. I smile and lean my head on Idris's shoulder, wrapping the blanket around us. The house is filled with silence, except for the soft sound of the movie on the TV.

I close my eyes, letting the sounds of the movie fill my ears. Idris's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and with his other hand, he cradles Luke gently as he sleeps. With all the children peacefully snoozing, it's just me and him for this moment. It's calm, soothing and comfortable.

"I love you," Idris whispers, kissing my head softly. I smile and nuzzle into his neck.

"I love you too, sweetheart," I whisper back, before letting my eyes fall shut. I take in the warm and comfortable silence, not thinking about anything else besides the peaceful ambiance we seem to bask in right now. I know we should probably get up and put the kids in their rooms, but I don't want to disturb the peace. We've had a wonderful Christmas and I'm reminded, once again, how much I love my family.

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withcameraandpen · 4 months ago

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Sondam Week 2024, Day 5

Here's my Day 5 submission for the prompt Sleepy! It's a fluffier entry, but that def won't last for long :)

As always, you can read on AO3 here! Enjoy!

Despite the uncomfortable mattress at the motel, despite the chill in the air that pierced her bones, despite the knowledge she was the Despair Killer’s next target, Sonia crashed the second her head hit the pillow.

She awoke bathed in sunlight streaming through the motel’s thin curtains. She tried to forget what she learned last night, wishing to cling to the warm peace, but her fear was not so easily dodged.

With a sigh, she got up and trudged to the bathroom. It was her custom to shower in the morning, but Gundham had only packed so much for her. This wasn’t the kind of place that gave out travel-size shampoo for free, so she’d have to wait until the police finished processing her apartment.

She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and put on yesterday’s clothes. She’d just pulled her hair into a ponytail when someone knocked on her door. She knew it had to be an ally; two police officers sat in a car in the parking lot all night with their lights off, watching her door out of their rearview mirror. They’d never let anyone except one of their own get so close.

She walked over, limping heavily on her left leg, and opened the door. Gundham was waiting on the other side, tall enough to blot out the sunlight. “Good morrow, Sonia,” he began. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, or whatever ‘fine’ is for police custody.” Her stomach grumbled. “And hungry.”

“They’ve almost finished examining your residence. If you’d like, you can prepare a list of items you’d like us to bring to you for your stay here.”

She frowned. “Why can’t I pack for myself?”

“Because we must keep your location strictly confidential.” His voice was firm. “If your pursuer sees you return to your home, they will be able to follow you to this safehouse.”

Her stomach lurched. Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry anymore. “You think they’re watching my house, even with all the police there?”

“We cannot take any chances. But if the police handle it, we’re able to sneak your belongings out as evidence, and then discreetly bring them to you.”

“Can’t I go back to my own home? If I’m going to have police guarding my door, does it really matter which door?”

“I’m afraid it does,” he replied. “The longer it takes the killer to find you, the better we can protect you.”

She felt childlike impulses erupt within her: she just wanted to go home, where she could be safe and warm, where she could block out all the evil in the world. But evil had already invaded her home, so this motel room, with its thin curtains and creaking bed, were all she had anymore. “Fine.”

“I am sorry, Sonia.” He stepped in and closed the door behind him. “I am afraid this is how it has to be, but it will not be this way for long.”

Something resonated in his warm, deep voice that made her believe him. “Thank you. I’m sorry, Gundham.”

“There is no need for apologies,” he said gently. “You had all your comforts ripped away in one night. Of course you have gratitude for escaping with your life, but that does not negate what you miss. That loss will hopefully be finite, but I wish to do what I can to mitigate it.”

It was at that moment her stomach grumbled again. “I wonder,” he continued, “if I may also help by bringing you breakfast.”

She smiled, and was relieved to find she could smile again. “I’d appreciate that.”

She had asked for a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich from the nearest Dunkin. Nothing extravagant, though what she craved was a warm waffle breakfast at Teruteru’s Diner, but that wouldn’t keep in a Styrofoam container for a twenty-minute drive.

Gundham wasn’t gone for long. When he returned, he held two bags in one hand and a cardboard tray with two coffees in the other.

“I am afraid you have excellent taste.” He smiled sheepishly, setting the bags on the table. “Temptation pierced my defenses. I ordered the same for myself.”

She chuckled as she opened the bag. The savory scent of her breakfast sandwich made her stomach grumble again as she sat down at the tiny table. Gundham picked up the second bag and made for the door, but she asked, “Please, can you eat with me? I’m going a little crazy in here alone.”

His face lit up. “By your leave, my lady.”

He pulled back the chair and sat at the table, barely big enough for one person, let alone two. She took a big, unladylike bite of her sandwich and immediately felt better, and she chased the high with a sip of the coffee made exactly how she liked it.

They ate in silence for a while. Sonia hated silence more and more, but it was bearable when chewing sounds filled the air and a nice, greasy breakfast filled her stomach. Last night, he had kissed her bandages while helping her. The whole thing had a fantastical flair to it, like the prince kneeling before Cinderella with the glass slipper. But now, she found she liked it much better when they were on the same level. She wasn’t a damsel anymore; she was the master of her fate.

As they slowed down, Gundham suddenly perked up his head and said, “I wonder if I may ask you something.

“About the break-in?” What was left for him to ask?

“No.” He sighed. “It’s about Miss Ibuki Mioda.”

A familiar but gouging weight returned to her. Her grief for Kazuichi had allowed her to forget her grief for Ibuki, for which she was bizarrely, and maybe shamefully, grateful. “What about her?”

“Did she ever mention a fear of water to you? Or perhaps of drowning?”

“Yes.” The horrible irony had struck her as soon as she heard the news. “Her family went to the beach when she was a little girl, where she got sucked into a riptide. She didn’t get hurt, but it was a bad scare, and she’s been afraid of water ever since.”

A connection lit up in her brain suddenly, like a long strand of Christmas tree lights when you plug them in. “And Kazuichi said the same thing about the hydraulic lift!”

“I remember. You shared such a thing with me at the scene.” He paused, his brow creasing. “Sonia, we have reason to believe the killer is targeting people based on their fears.”

Her stomach turned, and suddenly her breakfast sat inside it like lead. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at the door and then the window, and then turned back to her. “When you shared Mister Soda’s fears with me at the scene, I remembered Miss Mioda’s parents saying something similar about their daughter regarding swimming. That connection was enough, so I reached out to Nekomaru Nidai’s family, who told me he had a phobia of fire. Do you know if that is true?”

Now she felt a peculiar whooshing sensation in her chest, like she was falling from a great height. It wasn’t all fear; she felt thrilled, too, and like she was chasing something. “That’s the coach, right? I remember awhile back there was a scandal because he refused to come to a school fundraiser, and the event the school was hosting for it was a bonfire.”

“And he’s the one who was burned to death,” Gundham reminded her needlessly. “Three out of four victims were murdered in accordance with their greatest fear.”

It rang with truth, but the theory didn’t make total sense yet. “What about Fuyuhiko and I? I worry about break-ins as much as anyone else, but it’s not a phobia or anything like that. And Fuyuhiko was stabbed with one of his own swords. If he was afraid of them, why would he keep them in his house?”

“My understanding,” Gundham said slowly, “is that his sword collection, including the murder weapon, belonged to his late wife.”

A chill ran down her spine. He continued, “I am loath to ask you this, but I’m afraid the local police resent sharing details of that case.”

“That’s not surprising,” she said, her plastic coffee cup growing cold in her hands. “Peko’s murder is one of their greatest failures. They barely open up to locals about it, let alone an outsider. Pardon me.”

“Hardly,” he replied. “Do go on. It is unsolved, I gather?”

“Not for lack of trying.” Fuyuhiko owned half the commercial buildings in Witch Creek, becoming the closest thing to a mogul in their little town. He had an explosive temper and a short fuse, but his admirers called that determination and nerve, revering those qualities as much as his business acumen. “His wife Peko was savagely beaten and then stabbed to death five years ago. At the time, the rumor was that Fuyuhiko was responsible, but the police never arrested him or anyone else.”

“He and his wife were both stabbed.” Gundam toyed with one of the many rings on his fingers. “His wife owned the swords. That does not suggest a power imbalance on its face. The husband has financial power, and she has physical power.”

“They used to be happy,” she continued, “but Fuyuhiko had a hair trigger for jealousy. Peko was a champion fencer in college and traveled to tournaments, first to compete and then to judge. Fuyuhiko had to stop going because of his commitments here, and suddenly they were a lot less happy.”

“Did he believe she was stepping out on her?”

“I think he was afraid of it.”

“Do you know if she ever did?”

“I don’t,” she admitted. “But if he treated me the way he began to treat her, I wouldn’t blame her.”

Gundham sat back in his stiff wooden chair. “If he did, in fact, murder his wife, then perhaps his greatest fear was retribution. To be impaled upon his victim’s sword is symbolic, but only to him.”

“The killer must have known, too,” she added.

“Did they? If our killer is targeting people based on their fears, then Fuyuhiko is a perfect victim. If he murdered his wife, then the sword symbolizes his guilty conscience and his fear of the truth being exposed. If he is innocent, the sword symbolizes a regurgitation of all the old speculation, and the likelihood of being blamed for a crime he did not commit. His mysterious death would have always been mentioned in league with his wife’s, but through the choice of weapon, their murders are now eternally entangled.”

It made so much terrible sense, but there was one last knot in the thread of logic. “If it’s all about fear, why is the killer using the Despair Sisters?” she asked. “They spread despair, not fear.”

Gundham deflated a little. “I have not divined that yet, but I am certain in the other connections we made. The use of their sigils is as intentional as everything else in these cases.”

Even if the sigils weren’t a direct match, they still fit with the rest of the killer’s plans. Were fear and despair really so different? People feel fear when a bad thing might happen, but people only despair when the bad thing does<happen. The killer wants to evoke fear or despair in his victims, but why? What was it all for?

“My lady.” Gundham’s deep voice broke through her thoughts. “I must ask: what is your greatest fear?”

What had she told Komaeda? Something about suffocation, but that wasn’t what she feared, not really.

“Being alone,” she replied.

Gundham remained silent, gazing at her. She couldn’t stand it. “Please, don’t make me explain myself.”

“There is no need. I know it all too well.”

“You do?”

“Many do not understand my work.” Sonia had seen him falter and soften, but for the first time, his mysterious, eccentric air vanished. No longer was he some ethereal spirit floating through Witch Creek. He looked tired and melancholy, stuck in a world that didn’t want him. “Skeptics believe I have lost my mind, and that I believe in every cult I study. But believers – as in, people who tend to be superstitious, and who more quickly accept the existence of a higher power – think I am evil to my core.”

“People…” She paused. “People are weird like that.”

His head tilted, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. “You mentioned you used to carry more occult books in your shop, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” It was uncomfortable to rehash, but worth it if she could warm this helpless creature before her. “I was always fascinated by the occult, but my parents hated it. They called it an obsession and said it was dangerous. I inherited the bookshop from them a while ago, but I only had the courage to stock it with books I like after they retired to California.”

“Why did you stop selling them?”

“Because people stopped coming in.” The shame of nearly destroying her parents’ legacy so soon after becoming its custodian crept up the back of her neck. “People thought the books – just books! – were dangerous, that their children would become heathens, all the usual stuff. So I stripped down that section until it was only a single shelf in the back of the shop, and people came back. It – it felt like I betrayed my parents to do it in the first place.”

“For choosing to be who you are?”

“For destroying what they worked hard for,” she retorted bitterly. If only it were that simple! “My parents immigrated from the kingdom of Novoselic. They spent their whole lives trying to fit in here for my sake, and I dashed all that hard work as soon as they handed me the keys.”

“You did no such thing,” he replied. “Shoppers returned, did they not? You cannot blame yourself for acting according to your own nature.”

“That’s easy for you to say.” An unbidden jealousy flared to life in her voice. “It’s easy for you to be different and be okay with it. You don’t have to live here. This place is a hive mind – if you’re not in line, you’re not a person.”

“You are correct. I do not live here.” He leaned forward, and suddenly his speech became a lot more deliberate. “And while my eccentricities impede my bonds with my fellow investigators, I do not depend on ‘fitting in,’ as you say, to keep my job. I have the luxury of my connections with them being purely social. To that end, I always thought: if I am peeling away parts of myself to forge a bond with someone, how strong can that bond ever be?”

That shattered something in her. She always believed she could be normal enough, ordinary enough, unremarkable enough that she could blend in seamlessly with the herd, but then she would cease to be Sonia Nevermind. Being a faceless thing seemed much better than being alone, but maybe she did not have a choice.

“Is that the answer?” she asked in a broken whisper. “To be friendless for the rest of my life?”

“I never said that.” His smile grew warm. “When you live as yourself, and not what other people wish you to be, you will find people who treat your friendship as a privilege. In fact, I believe you already have.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Mister Soda, of course.” If he realized the implication in his own words, he did not show it. “I get the sense that neither of you compromised for the other.”

“Oh, of course.” Maybe she was just hoping to feel any positive emotion, no matter how ill-timed it was, but it wouldn’t have been so bad to keep misunderstanding Gundham, would it?

“He is – was a very good friend,” she replied. “And you’re right, we did lean on each other a lot. Both our families had moved away around the same time, and all that.”

She sat back, sipping the last of her now-lukewarm coffee. “Did you find out anything from his therapy notes?”

His head tilted. “Pardon?”

“At Hope Springs yesterday,” she replied, weirded out by his quizzical look. “Kazuichi had an appointment with him the day he died.”

“Mister Soda visited him, too?” He sat up, alert and tense. “I was only there to collect Mister Kuzuryu’s records.”

“Komaeda didn’t tell you Kazuichi was already seeing him?”

“No,” said Gundham gravely, “and I had specifically informed him about Soda’s death. He never told me. That’s now three victims who sought support from Komaeda: Kuzuryu, Soda, and yourself.”

“And in a town this small,” she added, “it’s totally possible the other two were seeing him informally. Ibuki’s parents would never allow her to see a shrink, so maybe she arranged something with Komaeda privately.”

“And Mister Nidai could have done the same!”

They paused, their gazes locked. Sonia took comfort in the fact that she saw as much dread on Gundham’s face that she herself felt.

#sondam #sondamweek2024 #fic: the despair killings

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cariantha · 2 years ago

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Doppelganger

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: None Category: Fluff Word count: 1K Summary: Sawyer meets her doppelganger.

A/N1: This fic was inspired by an ask from @jerzwriter. Ethan and Sawyer are on a much-needed vacation at a posh resort. Sawyer says she forgot something in the room and she'll be right back. Ethan heads to the buffet, the bar… someplace… and he sees "Sawyer." He swears she was wearing something different 5 min before, but then again, he may have had one too many mimosas. He walks up and puts his hand on her hip, and whispers something racy in her ear, and "she" turns around and all but smacks him. Now he realizes it's not her… but it's her… she says, "I don't know who Sawyer is, but my name is Hannah!" That's when Sawyer enters the room and meets her doppelganger.

A/N2: For background, Sawyer’s face claim is Hannah Jeter, wife of baseball legend Derek Jeter. The couple just welcomed their fourth child a couple weeks ago.

Walking arm in arm toward the hotel's coffee shop, Sawyer suddenly stopped.

"Ethan, we forgot to leave a tip for housekeeping."

He quickly replayed their morning activities in his head then leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I'll go take care of it. We left quite a mess behind with our version of breakfast in bed, didn't we?" he winked.

"We're definitely going to need clean sheets. We got chocolate and strawberry juice everywhere," she giggled. "But I'll go. I want to grab a hair tie while I'm up there. You go order our coffee."

"Okay... here," he handed her the room key and some cash from his wallet.

"I'll be right back, babe."

After waiting several minutes in line, Ethan placed his order with the barista. He scanned the café for a place to sit and found Sawyer already sitting at a bar that took advantage of the tropical view. She had put her hair up in a ponytail and had definitely changed her outfit. He'd recognize that dress anywhere. The country club/cult dress.

She was completely preoccupied with her phone when he approached. Coming up behind, he whispered close to her ear. "Tease. This dress and a big window with a view..." pushing his hips against her backside, "....if you wanted to get a rise out of me, Sawyer, it's definitely working."

"Whoa there!" she spun around and pushed him back.

Before she said anything more, Ethan's mouth fell open as he realized his mistake.

"I don't know who Sawyer is, but my name is Hannah. And I think you’ve saddled up next to the wrong woman.”

Ethan immediately took a couple steps back. His cheeks turned a bright shade of red as he tried to offer an apology. "I…I'm so sorry! You…you, uh, you look so much like my girlfriend. She even has a similar dress."

"Yeah, I picked up on that," Hannah said, looking him up and down.

"My behavior just now was so inappropriate. I hope you can accept my sincerest apology,” Ethan begged as he ran his hand nervously through his hair.

Hannah could see he was genuinely embarrassed. "Of course…but only if I get to meet your Sawyer. I have to see this resemblance for myself now."

"It's uncanny," shaking his head, still in disbelief.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room…

Sawyer entered the cafe and looked around for Ethan. When she finally spotted him, her heart sank into her stomach. She couldn’t believe the sight before her. Her boyfriend, who she just made love to no more than an hour ago, appeared to be making moves on another woman.

Caught up in the scene before her, Sawyer didn’t hear the voice approaching from behind.

“There you are. I’m done with the golf tournament. What do you say we head back up to the room and try for number five?” he suggested, inconspicuously grabbing her ass.

“HEY!” Sawyer swatted his hand away, shocked out of her stupor.

“Sweetheart, what’s wro–” he stopped short, realizing the furious woman now facing him was not his wife. “Ma'am, I’m so sorry. I thought you were my wife, Hannah.”

The man looked familiar to Sawyer, but she couldn’t place him. Not until she heard the clicking of a camera and saw flashes of light.

“Derek! Over here! Are you and Mrs. Jeter on the outs?” the paparazzo yelled as the concierge tried to shoo him away.

“Derek Jeter?” she asked. “The baseball guy?”

The commotion caught the attention of Ethan and Hannah, who both made their way over.

“Yes, and I’m sorry again for the confusion,” he said as Hannah came to his side. “This is my wife, Hannah.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sawyer,” Hannah offered her hand.

“I’m confused. How do you know my name?”

“Well, it appears your boyfriend was just as confused as Derek,” she smiled, watching Ethan take Sawyer’s hand in his.

“I’m guessing the guy with the camera was too. It makes a lot more sense now why he was following me around and asking why I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring,” Sawyer shared.

“Ethan Ramsey,” Ethan interjected, offering a hand to Derek. “It’s nice to meet you. Although, I wish it were under less embarrassing circumstances. I’m very sorry to both you and your wife. I wasn’t very gentleman-like when I approached her.”

Shaking his hand, “No worries, man. Apology accepted. And please accept mine in return. I tried to make it to second base with your girlfriend,” he chuckled. Derek looked between his wife and Sawyer. “It’s crazy how much you two look alike. You're each other’s…what’s the word?”

“Doppelganger,” Ethan answered.

“Yeah. Look, Sawyer, there’s a pretty good chance that a picture of my hand on your backside will be on TMZ tomorrow,” Derek said regretfully. “If there’s anything I can ever do to make it up to you, here’s my card.”

“We could use a ringer for our annual softball game,” she grinned, playfully jabbing Ethan in the side.

“She’s joking,” Ethan insisted. “We should let you both get on with your day.”

"Do you mind if we take a group selfie real quick?" Sawyer asked.

"Of course not." Derek held his hand out for her phone. As they squeezed together, he instructed, "Everyone smile and say 'Doppelganger!'"

“Enjoy the rest of your vacation,” Hannah offered politely as Derek handed the phone back. “Maybe we’ll see you around later.”

“Thanks, you too,” Sawyer waved goodbye.

Ethan put a hand on Sawyer’s shoulder and turned her to face him. “I’m sorry, Soe. I honestly thought it was you. I meant no disrespect.”

“It’s okay, babe,” wrapping her arms around his waist. “I mean, I did have the scare of a lifetime when I walked in and saw you leaning over another woman, but it was an honest mistake. I forgive you.” She stood on her toes and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Excuse me, sir?” the barista interrupted, “I believe these were yours?”

“Yes. Sorry about that, thank you,” Ethan took the drinks, handing one to Sawyer. “Do you want to sit outside?”

Sawyer nodded and followed him out to the patio. “Hey, did you notice the tennis dress she was wearing? Did it remind you of anything?” she sang, suggestively raising her eyebrows a couple times.

“Yes. It’s what got me into trouble in the first place.”

As they took their seats, “Now this I have to hear…”

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