#it took me 3 hours to color his skin alone...

[godofalgebra]

DE art style is something majestic and unique but after this art...

God, this was painful 😅😂 Won't draw in DE art style for a while

[satinestales]

❝what was rule number #2 again❞ I.| bucky barnes x reader

pairing: tfatws bucky x reader summary: messing around in banner's lab, the night before your mission wasn't as good an idea as you thought, and you begin to question your actions the moment you step out of it. things worsen when you realize the super soldier serum isn't immune to an unknown contagious disease. warnings: sex pollen, no warnings this part, the II one? hahaha

a/n: I may have insulted the reader a few times in the beginning, so I apologize for that. but let's be honest, we'd do the same. I decided to split this fic into two parts because if I wrote it all into one part, it'd have 10k words. I'm not an english native speaker, so forgive me my sins and bad grammar if you find something.

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You weren't stupid. But you also weren't exactly smart. If you were, you would've minded your own business, stayed in the gym, and went through the plan for tomorrow's mission. Maybe even go to bed a little sooner, to be ready for the next day's alarm. But Banner was away for a business trip, and seeing his lab silent and alone didn't exactly sing you lullabies to sleep. That's why you found yourself standing in the heart of it at 3 a.m., in your pajamas, praying everyone was asleep. It was well known around the compound that Banner's and Stark's labs were a faraway island, and anybody with a brain would circle around them. But you were an excellent swimmer and sharks didn't scare you.

10 hours later, you realised why Banner turned green every time someone even glared the glass door of his science play room. You were a fast swimmer but not exactly a bright one. The only bright thing related to you was that you were easily struck by it. And the glowing pink flowers in Doc's terrarium took you down faster than the sharks. It was bright pink with purple shadows. It reminded you of passionflower, but it was bigger. Way bigger, and you weren't sure if you were hallucinating, but the feeling of the flower's filaments moving was too strong. They were moving in waves, then circles, then each moved in its own way. It was mesmerising.

It was too late before you realized you moved the flower out of its enclosure to get a closer look at it. The smell hit you hard, filling your brain with colorful fog. You smelled a dash of cinnamon, mixed with ginger and lavender. You couldn't miss the powerful vanilla and pumpkin filling up the room. You didn't realize how bad the consequences of smelling Doc's flower would be until you came undone under your fingers nearly seven times. And it still wasn't enough. The scheduled time of your and Barnes' meeting was quickly approaching, and your skin didn't feel less on fire than it did two hours ago.

You managed to get out of the sweaty mattress and put some clothes on you, loose ones, hoping that your skin could breathe a little. You prayed some air would cool you down, clear your head, and slap some sense into you. It was now obvious why Banner was so determined not to let anyone close his lab. He was experimenting with aphrodisiacs, and you, unwillingly, became one of his lab rats. Thoughts didn't stop multiplying in your head until one landed steadily on its feet. Tony has been visiting Doc's labs the last few weeks, five minutes on the dot after curfew. You knew because you were always stationed on your balcony, which gave you a clear view of the other building, and its glass windows didn't hide much. It only became pitch black when Tony came in, and Banner didn't even flinch when he heard the door shut.

Chuckle left your lips when you connected the dots, ignoring how amusing you must look for Barnes, sitting right next to him.

"Something funny?" he asked, not dropping his gaze off of you. You were now on your way to the target's last seen place, being lucky enough to get a ride in Tony's self-driven car. You wanted to drown him in kisses because you can only imagine the suffering if you had to walk all the way from the compound to the other side of the city. Your skin was still on fire, your hair was sticking to your neck, and salty drops chased each other on your skin. You certainly were an amusing sight to Bucky. Or a terrifying one. You wished he got used to it by now. After all these years of fighting against each other, then with each other, and now forced to fight by each other's side, he saw you through worse conditions. But as far as he knew, you were locked in your room all week. You had no reason to look like you had an early meeting with the reaper.

"Just, thinking," you mumbled back at him, forcing yourself to keep your head rested against your seat, begging your body to not betray you for looking back at your partner. Your body fighting the chemicals in your body, you could only imagine how it would end if you stared at Barnes for more than five seconds. Worse, let alone if you touched him. You read about aphrodisiacs and scientists' failed attempts to know what you were going through. You were prepared to die before touching Barnes.

You were secretly jealous. It wasn't fair of you, but Barnes' serum running through his veins protected him from anything related. You almost abandoned your morals, but the pain you were going through justified it. You had no idea how you were going to focus on the mission, communicate with James, and, if it came to it, fight the target. You could only focus on the heat between your legs and how touch-starved you were. And your, undeniably, attractive coworker wasn't helping the case.

You and James had a complicated history. Both born in the 40s and dated for a while before he fell from the train. Years later, he comes to kill you for Howard's successful experiment on you. Immortality would definitely suit HYDRA and their planned assassinations. James, back then, the Winter Soldier, failed to capture you, so they decided your family's fate. And your friends. Then, years later, Howard's. You forgave him. All of it. Because you knew it wasn't him. But when he came back from Wakanda, with no traces of HYDRA in him, and didn't spare you a glance, you couldn't forgive him that. Seventy years of tolerating the actions HYDRA made him do, and he couldn't even look at you. It broke your heart but rather to act like a cunt than a weepy baby, begging for attention that will never come.

"Well then, do it fast. We're almost there." You hear his grumpy voice, making the butterflies in your stomach double their count. The decades-old memories of you together overwhelmed your brain like a tsunami. You couldn't swim out of that. The way his tongue circled your clit as you played with his hair at the theatre restroom. Or when he made you ride his face with Steve in the house. The way he pounded into you against the wall so you wouldn't forget him when he gets shipped out the next morning. And the way he had to cover your mouth that night at the bar, celebrating his unit's rescue. Now he was sitting millimetres away from you, and he wouldn't have done any of it. You still hoped, subconsciously, he'd dick you down like he did all those years ago. But that was a fantasy. Very vivid, real fantasy.

"Yes, sir," you let out, closing your eyes, tugging on your shirt so your fingers wouldn't accidentally slip in between your thighs. You didn't wanna make a scene. Even tho at some point, you knew you would.

You didn't catch James' hungry gaze when he heard those words slip from your mouth. At the back of his head, he reminiscent the amount of times it was him, slipping out of it.

It took you exactly 17 minutes before you got yourself out of Tony's car. You accidentally grinded yourself on his leather seats, causing you to accidentally moan, and of course, Barnes caught it. He'd never miss that sweet sound leaving your lips. At nights, he wished he'd made you sound like that, even louder. But that was ages ago, and you were over him. It was the only thing that made sense to him.

Five minutes into your romantic stroll to the target's office, the wetness in your panties got worse. You figured the more you moved, the less it hurt, but the pleasure doubled. And the Avengers training lessons didn't exactly cover how to act if you're orgasming every five seconds just because your thighs rubbed against each other.

Correction, you didn't actually cum. It was more of a frustrating edging that made you wanna rip out your hair. You were sure Barnes had already figured something was off or had at least suspected something. The suppressed moans and the tugging on your crotch weren't exactly subtle.

"Alright," he stopped walking, a few meters away from a huge building. It was surrounded by a deep forest, straight from a horror movie. "he was last seen inside. If Steve's correct, we should..." You kept nodding, not actually paying attention to what he was saying. It was the way his metal arm moved when he talked and the way his fingers curled while explaining the plan. You never got the answer to your question if he could feel through his amputated arm. He had to, you thought. You heard him groan every time someone pulled it too hard. You were embarrassed how much it roused you when you heard him whimper in pain, but it was also one of the things that circled your head when you were alone in your room.

You'd imagine, would it feel different. It would definitely be cold, rougher, you suspected faster. And with the serum running in his veins, he'd definitely last longer. That, you were one hundred percent sure, for it was Natasha's moans you heard for over two days after she and Steve finally hit it off. But Nat was also a super soldier. Bucky would probably tire you out by the 2nd round. But you were willing to risk it.

"If you're not gonna be listening to me, then you can turn around and go back." Was the first thing you heard after you forced yourself out of Bucky's hand around your throat fantasies. It probably wasn't the best idea, but seeing Bucky frustrated and annoyed by your incompetence made you feel things. And you wanted more.

"Whatever you want, Sergeant." You smirked, walking past him towards the building. His smell punched you in the face, making your walls clench around nothing. Fuck. Your self-control was harder to put in check. You were sure in a few minutes it'd be non-existent.

"Whatever is your problem today," you heard him behind you. You didn't look at him, focusing on keeping a steady pace towards the building so you could finish the job, get home where you could fuck yourself to oblivion. No one, but your fingers were currently available. And even they couldn't sometimes do the job you needed. But you knew whose would.

"I'm talking to you." Your heart dropped when his hand landed on your shoulder. Your skin got warmer again, and the pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or fuck him.

Ideally, both.

Turning around, you found the strength to twist his arm, finding out it was his human one, making it easier to push him back. He looked so taken back that it was amusing. But not amusing enough to stop the aching of your cunt.

"Touch me again," and I won't answer for the consequences. You wanted to add. But you didn't. Instead, you stared back at him, praying to god you'd drop dead or something would happen to stop the throbbing pain. You wanted to push your pants down and do something about it, but Bucky's presence wouldn't let you. It would, seventy years ago.

God, the number of times he made you rub yourself in front of him, fuck yourself while he watched. Couldn't he do it now? You'd happily obey.

"You've been acting distant ever since morning," he said, taking a step closer. "I just wanna know what's wrong," he said, lowering his voice at the end. You were sure it was just the stupid plant making you see things, but Bucky's dark eyes were hard to miss. Or the sweat on his forehead. Or the way he clenched his jaw when his eyes dropped to your lips.

Your heart sank. Holy fuck.

You couldn't help but laugh. It was, after all, comical. You looked manic but that didn't bother you. You felt so many emotions at once that you struggled to choose one.

"What the hell are you doing," you heard his voice interrupt your laugh. You were out of your mind. Your legs weak and sweaty, your cunt covered in your wetness, your head filled with migraine, skin on fire, and thoughts surrounding only one thing. And now, cherry on top, you realize Banner discovered an aphrodisiacs that make the super soldier serum its bitch. James motherfucking Barnes joined the lab rats of Banner's sex research.

[ox-imagines]

Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 6 | Mortkranken

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 7

Yuri - Academic Rivals

No one makes your blood boil like Isami Yuri does. He’s your only peer who can match and outdo you, your only peer as dedicated to his work as you are to yours, and he always looks gorgeous doing it. He absolutely infuriates you. He knows he infuriates you, and he enjoys it. That cold, insidious glint in his eyes and his victorious, slightly manic smirk every time he gets under your skin just makes it worse; you hate feeling like you’re losing control of your temper in front of him, giving him more ammo, but you can’t help it when he stares you down like that. The tension between the two of you every time you interact is almost palpable. Then, the end of the semester rolls around and come to find out the two of you have no classes together. Your life and studies can return to normal and you can exist in peace. Except… it’s actually boring. There’s no one to catch any flaws in your work and call you out on it, no one to challenge you to do your best, you’re simply at the top of your classes with no one to threaten that position. It makes it seem a whole lot less worthwhile. You find yourself subconsciously seeking him out, searching for the scheming glitter of his sea-colored eyes, the gleam of his aqua hair, in the hallways and the dining hall and the parking lot. Without him, there’s no motivation to be at the top of your game, without him there’s no point. You don’t end up seeing him around, but one day, he finds you instead. You feel someone grab you from behind, dragging you around a corner, and you turn to find Yuri with his hair a bit tousled and his eyes crazed, but in a different way than usual. Like he’s the bothered one now rather than how you’re used to him enjoying your suffering. He’s agitated in a way you’ve never seen him, backing you against the wall, and while you still felt the usual tension between the two of you, this time it felt different somehow. As if the tension was actually a good thing.

“Everyone here is pitiful. Everyone but you. I can’t even begin to say how much I hate admitting this, but I need you.”

Jiro - Lab Partners

You don’t know Jiro well when you’re partnered in lab. It happens simply by coincidence. Neither of you knew anyone in the class, and you each took a seat at opposite sides of an empty table. No one else sat there, therefore, the two of you got partnered. Jiro isn’t exactly the easiest person to get to know either, letting you know quite bluntly that he feels your questions are too personal (even if it’s just small talk about his interests or hobbies). He’s also a bit off-putting: he’s very tall, and very quiet, and just a bit awkward. Despite that, despite knowing nothing about what he enjoys or is like outside of class, you only grow more curious, and each lab assignment has you feeling a bit closer to him. Then again, you have to be quite physically close to him to dissect a pig fetus together, for example. His arm pressed against yours is surprisingly a bit warmer than you’d expected, and over the scent of formaldehyde you can make out tones of a crisp, subtle cologne on him. He really looks quite nice up close like this, the slope of his nose giving him a pretty profile and his usually tired eyes focused intently on his incisions; his eyelashes were enviously long and dark, too. You swear you feel him staring at you the same way sometimes when you aren’t looking, but you suppose you can’t be sure. One afternoon, the two of you meet in the lab outside of class hours to collect time-sensitive data on some bacteria cultures you were working with. You realize it’s the first time the two of you have been truly alone together, let alone with the only light in the room coming through the windows as the sun begins to sink and from the opened sample fridge throwing an incandescent glow. As he retrieves your samples, the obnoxious fridge lighting seems to cast a pallor over his generally wearied expression, but as he pulls back and closes the door the sun hits the side of his face, dappled through the leaves outside but making him seem to glow, lighting up his crimson eye that it touched and making it gleam as if it were on fire. From the sunlight in your eye and the way he was looking at you, you could guess he was experiencing a similar phenomenon to yours.

“The sun’s in my eye. I’m gonna collect the data and then we should get out of here before it’s dark out. I haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

[bokutosbiceps]

sakura blossoms (pt 2)

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: none !! pls enjoy 😁

a/n: this is pt 2 to the sakura blossoms series !! i will be posting pt 3, which is full of smutty smut, in an hour !! 😁

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click here for pt 3 !!

18+ MDNI

luffy’s heart is racing, it's gone around the earth twenty times and now it's shooting for the moon and landing amongst the stars.

he can't believe you're laughing at him. or laughing with him, hopefully. he honestly doesn't care what's making you laugh, as long as it's him. he wants to make you laugh like this forever.

“what'd you say?” you giggle, covering your mouth with your kimono sleeve. luffy finds himself subconsciously slightly bending to the side to keep your lips in his line of sight. 

“sing like that again—for me.” he demands. 

you're laughing again. he's delighted.

“what's so funny?” luffy can't help but chuckle himself, lips parting to make way for a gummy smile. 

“i've just…never been asked for an encore!” you smile at him. “i'm glad you liked my singing…?” you pause, realizing you don't know this cute stranger’s name.

but somehow it feels like you've known this man with a strawhat hanging off of his neck for your entire life.

“oh! sorry!” luffy becomes extremely aware that he's staring at you and he's completely forgotten to introduce himself. he remembers learning manners somewhere once. “i'm monkey d luffy! and i'm the man who's gonna become king of the pirates!”

your eyes widen and you take a step forward slightly, feeling an overwhelming amount of gratitude for this stranger—luffy. he's the man who saved your country.

you grab luffy’s hands and hold them to your chest, looking at luffy with admiration sparkling in your eyes.

“you're strawhat luffy, wano’s hero!”

“‘m not a hero. just wanted to help a friend, just wanted your country to have good food for whenever ya want.” luffy feels his face heating up and his palms produce tiny droplets of moisture when you hold him. 

you giggle at his indignance and step back, keeping his hands enclosed in yours.

“i'm still grateful! so, of course, i'll sing for you and your crew.” you beam at him and luffy’s heart soars. “i'm y/n, by the way.”

“not my crew.” luffy shakes his head. “just me.” he says firmly, a smirk hiding in the corner of his lips.

your eyebrows twitch in confusion, but you don't question him. instead, you take this time to really look at him. 

he has caramel colored skin, sun kissed on top of that, with fluffy black hair and a scar under his left eye. the strawhat, still hanging from his neck, seems like it's seen better days. but maybe not. wide chocolate eyes are staring into your own and his smile is all teeth and gums. 

he’s radiant. 

luffy then turns both of his hands outward, so that he's grabbing yours now, and he's pulling you.

“c’mon, we'll go somewhere else so you can sing for me!” 

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

you never end up singing for monkey d luffy.

he took you across a barren wasteland filled with beasts, one he promised wouldn't be barren anymore, then through a jungle in which a river flowed. he told you how that same river had made his friend sick after she'd given him her last portion of rice, and that's how he knew he had to help.

you end up in a small shack strewn up in the trees, and the conversations continue. luffy wove his story and you wove yours, working until the fibers of each were about to intertwine.

you've never felt so comfortable so fast with anyone, let alone a man. but luffy’s youthful exuberance and his ability to make you laugh with his natural honesty made you trust him.

and luffy, he likes you a lot. more than he thought possible. he'd always told himself he'd cast love and feelings and all that aside until he achieved his dream. now, he thinks that having two dreams isn't so bad.

he's curled around you, laying on his side with one leg braced underneath him and the other open on the wood flooring below. you're leaning back on him, his belly providing a hard yet somehow soft cushion for your head.

breaks in the conversation are never awkward. they're filled with little gasps whenever luffy would pinch your side or giggles whenever your fingers would find their way through his hair. 

but this break in conversation is different. it’s filled with a long stare on luffy’s part, a nervous glance on yours. luffy’s sharp inhale fills the little cracks.

“you wanna know what i first thought of you?”

you immediately feel nervous. you know luffy is blunt and you know he doesn't really think before he speaks, so you're dreading his next words.

he doesn't wait for you to answer. “i thought you were pretty.”

your heart is encircled in flames of all different colors. “i thought you liked my singing?”

luffy hums, shifting underneath you. you think he's going to pinch you again, but he instead brings his knees up so that they're touching your thighs and he props his head up on his hand to face you.

“yeah! but i thought you were pretty first!” and luffy is smiling again. 

“is that why you wanted me to sing for you alone?” you ask, keeping your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can feel luffy still staring at you. he gives an affirmative hum and you feel your heart rate quicken.

“i still haven't sung for you…” you say. 

“you don't hafta!” luffy sits up, effectively knocking your head from his abdomen but using his quick reflexes to catch your head and place it in his lap. “i want somethin' else now.”

“and what’s that, luffy?” your eyes glance up to regard the young pirate, who is still cradling your head in his hands while you rest in his lap. he's leaning forward, so close your foreheads are almost touching, and you can feel his ruffled hair tickle your face.

he stares at you for a second or two longer before his lips stretch out into a mischievous grin.

“you ever kiss anyone?”

“kiss?” you say dumbly, feeling your mouth go dry.

“yeah! sanji said that whenever i find someone i like and they like me, i should kiss ‘em!”

you can only blink at him. you have no clue who sanji is, but you're silently thanking him for saying such a thing to luffy.

“so, whaddya say, y/n? you wanna kiss me?”

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[tmwcs]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER SEVEN

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Here you guys go <3

Warnings: smut...lots of smut...this chapter is a little long, but there's also threats, abuse of authority, abuse of power, abuse of authority in relationship, .....reader...(in case you weren't able to tell in last chapter) has a breeding kink...so do the step brothers....i had to quickly type this as i was packing. for our family trip. so this. is not proofread at all....sorry.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet....."

"Pl-please......please I-I cant....ugh...."

Thrusting, pelting against your taint, he continuously shoves his thick and lengthy member in and out at a vigorous speed, going deeper....deeper.....and even deeper.

"Ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! He-Heeseung! Pl-please! Oh my God!"

Digging his fingers into you, his hands plastering to your skin, he lifts, pulls, and tugs you up and down, all in a lively speed. His hips add to the momentum as he thrusts his hips, forward, back, forward, and back. Over and over again, leaving you no room to gain rest from the loss of breath. Gasping out as you relieved your moans out into the open air, he fucks you, all into an oblivion state and cum's inside, coating your walls...

".....How.....could I....my own....step brother?"

!!!!!!!!!

Releasing a shocking cry, you jolt up from your bed, grabbing hold onto the satin sheets that cradle your nude frame. Faintly sweating, you find yourself waking to the intense dream that correlated with the events that took place hours earlier....when Heeseung had confessed his love for you....all the while he fucked and released endlessly inside you.

"I can't believe I did that earlier...."

Hanging your head low, you succumb to the abysmal feeling of defeat as you drenched your soul into the epitome of shame. Not to mention, Kurt had been texting you ever since he dropped you off from the wedding last night. Looking at the clock, the time reflected the early morning of three a.m., merely just five or six hours after the session you permitted to happen. Despite the hours that went by, the stretch of your womanhood and the soreness that lingered, the smell of Heeseung's cum as it settled inside the deepest crevice of your walls, slowly seeping out as you laid sleeping, and the purple coloration of his oral assault on your skin, all of which had become tender to the touch, all became a reminder of your everlasting shame. Everything about your current state was a reminder of what had transpired.

Exhausted from the harsh pelts of his performance, the last thing you could recall was surrendering to the high of your climax as you started to drift while remaining in his arms. He held onto you, lifted you and carried you over to the bed, where he plastered his sweet....his poisonous and sweet kisses all over your body as he laid beside you, nestling his member inside your cavity while you both drifted off entirely.

Yet now, you find yourself in bed alone.

"Did he get up and go to his own room?.......I.....I dont know whats happening or what to do.....how are things going to be?....I just not only let my step brother fuck me.....but I let him...."

Scattering around, you reach over to the end table and took a peek inside the compact containment of assorted pills, noting that you had already been on a steady form of birth control for 72 hours.

"That....should be fine.....I should be fine....besides....if.....if I do end up getting pregnant.....I could just....go back to the clinic...."

You found yourself feeling even lower than ever once you had finished your mental thought. You didn't have a preference for the matters in regards to abortion, quite frankly, you were always supportive of the woman making her own decisions when it came to her body....yet for you personally, you had always thought about being a mother...some day. But not like this. Yet....the thought of possibly creating something beautiful, only to be placed in a situation where you were forced to lose it, all to ensure the family's reputation...and yours, wouldn't be hindered or tarnished by this event.

"God....what was Heeseung thinking?....What was I....how could we both let that...happen?"

Prior to what happened five hours ago, your last sexual encounter was just a little over four years ago, how could you display such maturity and abstinence during college, yet loose yourself the moment you find yourself confronted by.....your step brother.

Laying back down, you admired the compact in your hand.

"God I hope that I wont get pregnant just because of one stupid mistake......please....please dont let that happen....I can't bear the thought of being placed in a position to make a choice like that.....especially since.....having a baby......"

Finding it best to sleep it out, you placed the compact back in your drawer, and nuzzled your nude body into the covers. Once more, you begin to drift off, your mind finding solitude and comfort in not being conscious and thinking....that was the best medicine....for now.

............................

You woke up once more, only this time you found yourself to have overslept as you note the time was a little past eleven a.m. With your body feeling regenerated from the exhaustion you experienced last night, you quickly made your way into the shower and washed yourself thoroughly. Before turning the water on, the scent of Heeseung's essence, along with your own natural made lubricant punched your nostrils.

"My God.....does it have to smell so bitter and sweet? I need to get rid of this smell its....its too much....."

Indeed it was too much. It was too much of a reminder of your shame and grave mistake. What on earth would your mother have thought had she heard about what you permitted to happen? What would she say? What would she do?

What she or Danny don't know, wont hurt them. Its not like you to keep secrets from your mother, your best friend, yet on an occasion such as this, you rather take this dark sin of yours to the grave.

Submerging yourself into the water droplets, allowing the warm temperature to soothe your skin and cleanse you, you massaged the bathing oils into the regions of your skin, faintly hissing in pain as you smooth your fingers over the areas where he marked you with both his teeth and tongue.

Finishing up, you dried yourself off and got dressed, breaching the despaired moment when you found yourself stepping out of your room. Looking both ways you ensured that the area was cleared before proceeding down the stairs. Once more, you remained quiet and every so cautions as you made your way down, hoping that the two step brothers were either still asleep in their own rooms, which would allow you to escape out of the house undetected, or if they were out running errands, that would be even more fortuitous since it would buy you more time to pack and get out.

Creeping down each step, you found the entire first floor of the house to be quiet and empty.

Walking over to the door that led to the garage, you peeked in and found that their car was gone, signaling you to realize that they were gone.

"Yes! Thank God."

Opening the fridge, you grabbed a bottle water as you mentally walked through the systematic process of gathering your things, reaching out to Wendy, and starting the process of moving out.

...............

"Oh hey, you're awake."

The deep voice stunned you from behind as your body froze solid in place.

"Oh no......God no....why....?"

Turning around slowly, your eyes met with Heejeong's as he stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the entryway.

"Did you sleep well? I noticed you got back kind of late.....from uh...whats his name again? Kurt?" He tilts his head and sends of a sly smirk as he walks in your direction.

Reaching past your frame, he opens the fridge and grabs a bottle water for himself, leaning in as he slightly cradles your back against refrigerator door. Remaining within a hand's distance away from you, all the while keeping you backed up against the aluminum appliance, he takes the cap off the bottle, proceeds to drink the entire thing as his eyes peer down at you....locked on you.

Looking away for a moment, you turned back only to find that his eyes remained on you.....drifting up and down as he took in the full sight of your body, from head to toe.

".....What are you doing?" You asked softly, your breath shaky as you took notice of his minor steps forward, closing the distance between you two.

"Nothing.....what are you doing.......baby......sis?"

Your eyes widened and your brows raised up as you took note of his tone and the way he issued his words.

"Oh no....."

"......I have to go....um....I think it's best if I move out....I just..." You shift your eyes off to the side, noting how he raised his hand and plastered his palm on the fridge door behind you, his arm gently touching your cheek as he traps you in.

"Hmm?.....Move....out?.......Why would you go through the trouble in doing that?......" he calmly antagonizes. Tossing the empty water bottle off to the side, he reaches up and while remaining leaned into the arm that hovered next to your face, he caresses your cheek and moves a piece of your hair away from your face.

"....I just....I dont think it's going to work out...if I stay....." you tried to steady yourself as you spoke out. Your breath hitched the moment you felt him pull the water bottle from your grasp, while still making direct eye contact with you. Gently taking the bottle from you, he tosses it aside where it meets with the empty bottle thrown previously.

".....He-Heejeong....w....what are you doing?"

Leaning in, he nuzzles his face against your ear. Sticking out his tongue, he taps and flickers the muscle on the soft spot just right below your ear. "You tell me......what are you doing?......Walking around looking pretty all the damn time......getting a boyfriend and flaring him in front of us....." he softly whispers.

"....Why...why are you doing this? Why....why are you and .....why are you both?...." you felt yourself losing breath as the sensation of his tongue wildly pecking against your skin starts to drag in a prolonged motion, beginning with the lobe and down to your neck.

"Hmm?......what do you mean? How could you ask us a question like that?......Isn't it natural for us to love......you.......baby........sister...."

"St-stop saying that....please do-dont...."

Straightening his posture, he steps in and presses the buckle of his belt against you. The weather was quite warm, and eighty two degrees today, so you opted to wear a ribbed, low fitted crop top, and a matching skirt. Only display a moderate sense of skin exposure on your waistline, you still felt the despair and regret of wearing something that wasn't at all lascivious, yet it didn't help your cause. If anything, it formed your body magnificently and hugged every bit of your curves, while displaying just a subtle bit of sexiness from the minor skin exposure and the amount of leg you were showing off.

Reaching up, he begins to unbutton the ribbed top, exposing your breasts. Being that the weather was supposed to be reach up to the low eighties, you were careless to opt out on wearing a bra. Why did you have to let your guard down? Being overly presumptuous in thinking that the boys would be out of the house or sleeping, you dug your own grave as you realized that you were too premature with your complacent attitude and allowed yourself to be in the current situation at hand. Seeing you like this, dressed up looking fiercely beautiful and sexy...it was like dangling raw meat in front of a hungry wolf.

Once he had each button come loose, he reaches into the open flap of your blouse and relished in the sensation of your soft breast. His hands were just like Heeseung's, rough and decorated with dried up callouses that scratched your soft skin, causing you to wince in minor discomfort each time they roamed the regions of your feminine curves.

"He-Heejeong please......don't.......dont." you begin shaking your head as you displayed a look of worry and weakness. His touch, much like his brother's, was addicting, rough and yet soothed by the coating of his tongue and his tender kisses. "Please.......please dont......I-I'm begging.....i'm begging you...."

"Yeah?.....Beg some more baby......" He calmly issues while his mouth found refuge on the inner nook of your neck, and remained securely latched on as if he were a leech. The squeak of the suckling sound as he sucks in parts of your skin, flickering his tongue in circular motions all the while his hands massaged your mounds, flickering your nipples with his thumb, all very similar as Heeseung had done...

Pressing his body against yours, you felt the softness of his white t-shirt coil against the bare nudeness of your chest as the flap of your blouse was drifting apart, sliding down your shoulders. His buckle pinches against your pelvic bone, all the while his ripped up jeans coats your bare legs.

Releasing the little bit of skin he had been sucking on, he pulls his head back and admires the craftiness of his brother's work....

"Huh.....Heeseung was a little hungry last night, hmm?"

Widening your eyes, you gasped and pulled yourself back, which resulted in you plastering your entire rear end, shoulders, and head up against the appliance.

".......Y-you.....you knew?" you looked at him with furrowed brows.

"Well I know now....." reaching up, he flicks his fingers and gently taps against the soft purple mark of Heeseung's territory. Smirking, he scoffs out a gentle but deep chuckle. "Bet he didn't go easy on you, did he?"

You felt yourself becoming hopeless all over again. You wanted to fight him off, just like you wanted to fight Heeseung away....yet there was something about each brother.....their touch, their kisses, their manner of coating you with their saliva. It was so.....

"I love you......you know that, right?" He leans in, gently resting his forehead against yours.

"W....what are you....?.....What are you saying?" you stuttered out, yet the last bit died down as you felt him reach up with his free hand and snake its way under your skirt. His other hand remained plastered onto the stainless steel door, supporting his weight as he leans forward, pressing his body completely against your own.

Your breasts squeezed in, his hard chest latches on. You could feel his heart beat agains the plate in between your breasts.

It was wild, for your other step brother, the one who adorned a punk rocker appearance, had just confessed his love for you much like Heeseung had done in the middle of the night.

"D-dont.....please....please I'll........I'll do whatever you want i just....i can't...its not fair to.....its just not...."

"Fair to boyfriend?.....hmm?" raising a brow, Heejeong calmly teases out his words, smirking as he grew wide eyed. ".......You dont need to worry about that....."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Where do you think Heeseung went to this morning? He's obviously not happy with someone else staking their claim on something that belongs to him.....and me."

Your eyes widened in fear. "Heeseung....is going to see Kurt?....Why?....What is he going to do?.....please....please tell him to come back."

Placing your hands and gripping on to his shirt, you dug your fingers on to Heejeong's chest as he remained inches away from you. Looking down at your delicate hands, he reaches for them, holding them delicately into his own palms and raises them to his mouth, where he placed the most tender and soft kisses....to include the massaging of his tongue.

"Please! Please! I'm asking you! Please call Heeseung!" you started to sob. "It wasn't Kurt's fault! He's a nice guy, please dont do anything. He's not one to fight."

Lifting his eyes up at you, he smirks out yet again, although this time there was something deeply sinister about its meaning.

"Oh trust us....we know....that's why its not going to be too much of a bother to get rid of him..."

You felt as if your heart stopped beating. You didn't know how to take the information, yet you were still relentless to fight for Kurt's safety. Should anything happen to him, you would have never forgiven yourself, for it was your idea to invite him to the wedding. How could you possibly move on knowing that Heeseung may do something reckless such as issuing verbal threats or worse...what if he gets physical and initiates assault. The thought of seeing Kurt black and blue was already breaking your heart, and it showed.

Leaning your head against his chest, still grabbing on and furthering the digging of your fingers into his chest, you whimpered as you felt the tears stream down your face.

"Please......please....I'll do anything...I wont....I wont see him again. I wont do anything. Please.....please just call Heeseung...please.......for me.....will you please do it for me?" you begged.

Hearing the deep and low sigh, Heejeong reaches for his phone in his back pocket. "Alright....I'll call him." Lifting your chin up, he issues a deep and passionate kiss, migrating his tongue to explore the entire inside of your oral cavity. "I certainly have a soft spot for you, don't I?" he smirks as he places the phone on speaker, dialing Heeseung in.

Your felt the weight of your chest lifted when Heeseung finally answered the phone.

"Hey, whats up?"

Heejeong, while eyeballing you and maintaining that cruel smirk on his face, leans his face at a tilt and speaks into the phone, never once breaking his sight off you.

"Hey.....got baby girl in front of me. Did you wanna say 'Hi'?"

"Hiiiii baby giiiiiirll! How's my little minx today? Did you sleep well?"

"Oh she slept well......and she's looking reeeeeeeally pretty for us today...."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeeeeeeeah...." Heejeong's voice croaks into a low growl as he communicates with his brother. You shook and hung your head low in defeat as you felt your fingers dragging down along the ripples of his chest muscles.

"Baby girl...say hi to Heeseung."

Leaning your forehead against his chest, you continued to sob.

Lifting your chin ever so delicately, Heejeong squares your face with his own and places another kiss onto your lips before breaking and whispering once more. "Say hi....." nudging his nose against yours, he motions you to speak into phone.

"H-hey.....Heeseung...."

"Hey baby......I miss you. You miss me?"

Wincing upon hearing his words, you stuttered out your response, displaying an amicable tone in order to appease the situation. "Y-yeah....I do."

"Mmm that's good." he chuckles as he speaks into the phone.

"So baby girl has something she wants to ask you..." Heejeong softly groans out as he plays with your hair.

"Oh yeah? Well what is it baby girl? Tell me....tell Heeeeeeseung what's on our mind?"

Heejeong places the phone closer to your face. Placing his lips on your forehead, he taps in a kiss, remaining glued to your skin as he inhales the scent of your hair.

"H-Heeseung....Heeseung please....please don't do anything....to Kurt. Please........"

A moment of silent stills the air, when finally he responded.

"Hmm....no can do baby. Already close to old boy's place, and I don't like anyone getting close to what's mine."

"We both don't...." Heejeong whispers out, adding onto Heeseung's point.

Panicking, you appealed to Heeseung once more. "Heeseung please....please....I......I miss you.....I miss you so much." you whimpered and sobbed out, clearly evident that you were forcing the words yet you still managed to speak them in a soft tone.

"Oh yeah?"

"Y-yes.....I do.......I miss you....and......I.....I want you here.....I want you to come home.....come back home...to me....please?"

Another flare of silence accompanied by the static of the moving car on Heeseung's end, caused you to slightly worry, yet the moment he finally responded, you felt a breath of relief escape your lips.

"You want me back home?...You miss me that much?" he asks.

"Y-yes....I miss you.....and........I just want you back home.....so please......if you leave......leave Kurt alone I wont....I wont speak to him or ....or see him.....and.....i'll.......be good......I promise i'll be good......please.....for me?" you trembled, hoping that you had him.

"Hmm......what do you think, Joey?"

Heejeong, smiling as he continued to play with your hair as he placed one of your fingers inside his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking on it the entire conversation, releases with a harsh suck on your index finger as he relays his answer to Heeseung.

"Well.....baby girl says she's sorry.....given its her first offense and the fact we didn't go over rules yet, I think we can let things go just this time....." leaning in, Heejeong kisses your ear as he beckons you to apologize. "Say sorry baby girl.....tell us how sorry you are." sticking his tongue inside your ear, he latches his hand on the back of your head to keep you steady as he feeds the wet muscle in and sucks on your helix.

"I-I'm sorry....I'm sorry........so......so sorry....mmmmm..." you whimpered out as you felt Heejeong mashing your breast in his grasp.

"Well.......just this once. But we gonna have a talk when I get back and go over some ground rules, you got that? Babygirl?"

"Y-yes......yes...." you whimpered out.

"Alright, I'm turning back around and I'll see you guys soon." hearing the clicking of the turn signal, you felt compelled to gain closure from Heeseung....

"Please...you promise....you promise you didn't do anything.....Heeseung?......You promise to leave him alone?" you whimpered out.

"I promise darling. I'll let Heejeong prove it to you, mmkay?"

"o-okay...."

"I love you."

You became hesitant yet you knew that you would quickly lose the gained trust and feared he would turn back around, to finish what he had initially started.

"......I......love you too......"

Releasing a long gasping sigh, you could hear the smirk that formulated on his lips. "Yeah you fucking do." chuckling, he bids you. and Heejeong farewell and hangs up.

Heejeong remained latched on to your neck, adding more to the wide array of coloration to your skin complexion.

"Please....please.....can you show me.....that Kurt is fine?......before.....before we........move on?"

Peering his head up, he looks at you with an expectant raise in his brow, as if he almost seemed to question your audacity for inquiring the well being of another man. Yet you were quick to save yourself as you calmly spoke out, "Its just......just.....just so we can tell him......that I will no longer be seeing him......together......since....I belong to .....to you......and Heeseung....." you looked down and faked a faint smile, though the saddened despair of imprisonment was evident in its presence.

"Ooooh I see....well why didnt you say so. Yeah....here." taking his phone, he dials Kurts number.

"How....how did you get his.....his-"

"His number?" Heejeong smirks before whispering against your lips. "Its a secret....." kissing you once more, he places the phone back on speaker.

"Hello?"

Motioning for you to answer, Heejeong raises a brow at you as he hands you his phone.

"Um...Kurt?"

"Y/n? Did you get a new phone?"

"N-no....."

"What the heck happened? I've been calling and texting ever since I dropped you off last night, you hadn't returned a single one of my calls or messages, I was getting so worried. I was just about to head over to come see you."

Panicking as you noted Heejeong biting down on his tongue, you quickly jolted out your words.

"Um...no! No dont....dont come over here...I.....I actually called because.....I....dont think it's going to work out between us.....I....I just have so much going on and I'm sorry......I didnt know how to break it to you so I....I was....ignoring you." you stuttered out, the tears forming in your eyes for how cruel you were being towards someone as nice as Kurt, all the while Heejeong stood and tilted his head, slightly nodding with approval as he winks at you and smiles.

"Y/n what?? What are you saying? What's going on? This isn't like you....and...are you crying? What's going on tell me, I can help yo-"

"I dont need your help just please dont ever call, message, or come see me. Please just listen and understand....its just easier. I"m sorry....I have to go. Please dont contact or come see me." You quickly hung up and shifted your sights to the ground, placing your hand over your mouth as you began to whimper out your sobs. You hated that you had to be so short with him.

"I'm sorry Kurt....please....please understand that I have no choice...if I don't......I might get you into some trouble..."

Knowing how athletic and rigorous rugby and basketball are, there was no doubt in your mind that Heeseung and Heejeong would think twice about initiating a fight with Kurt. What would happen if one of them were to seriously get hurt?

................If only you knew what they really were capable of doing......

"Good girl......so good....." kissing you and stroking your breast, while his other hand reaches in and slips his fingers inside your panties, he rubs your clit up and down.

Gasping into his mouth, you found yourself growing weak in the knees once more, recognizing the familiar sensation from last night with Heeseung.

Tapping the back of your thigh, he speaks into the kiss but never breaks the contact between your lips. "Jump..."

Abiding by his bidding, you wrap your arms around his neck and commenced a small jump, where he caught your thighs in a loop hold and sustained your weight against his frame. His staggering height had caused you to become somewhat uneasy as you felt him migrate from the kitchen and onto the sofa in the living room.

Laying you on your back, he immediately ravished your exposed breasts with a myriad of kisses and suckles on your nipples, all the while he raises your skirt and coils it around your waist.

"Fuck baby.....you're so fucking perfect....aren't you?"

Shaking your head as you felt yourself breaching that moment where you would admit defeat and succumb to his physical acts of tenderness, you remained facing away, trying to let go of that shameful sense you had in your gut since this morning.

"Yes you aaaaaaaare...." he chuckles out as he trails his kisses down to your stomach, kissing around your belly button.

"Please....please.....Heejeong........I....I dont know.....this is just.....we're family.....I cant....I just cant...."

"You're right...we are family..." he responds. "You're our baby girl......our one and only."

Gasping out in shock, you trembled as he hooks his fingers onto your panties, and slides them down.

"Wha-what?......"

"You belong to us......you're our beautiful girl.....the one and only one for us."

Shifting your body as you tried to abstain from him pulling your panties all the way off, he smirks slyly as he presses his lips against your cheek and nearly rips the material off your legs and through your ankles.

In a harsh manner, he spreads your legs open and admits a small slap of each hand on the meaty portion of your inner thighs, spreading them apart.

"Stay...." he calmly speaks against your skin as he begins to trail his kisses downward, re-initiating his path of saliva once more. Once he reached your belly button, he expedited his traveling and nuzzled his face in between your folds, rubbing his nose against your clit.

"Heejeong! mmmm! St-stop!"

"Mm-mm.....lay back down baby." he softly speaks as his lips remained in contact with your slit. The sensation of his words spoken onto the softest part of your sensitive region caused your eyes to roll in the back of your head. Arching your back, you gasped out towards the ceiling as you felt the hot vapors of his breath accompany his words, all coating your clit.

"Mmm!!!....Ooooooh.....oh my God......oh my God...please....mmmmplease...ugh!"

"Talk to me baby." once more, he speaks while his lips remained latched onto your slit, the feeling repeats the motions of your eyes rolling, your back deeply arching, and your hips waving up and down, which he took great delight in riding along with the tip of his tongue.

With a closed mouth smirk, he scoffs against your opening, which only enhanced that tingling numbness you had felt earlier with Heeseung. That shameful feeling.....had quickly disappeared.

"Mmm.....uuuuuuuugh!"

"Yeah baby.....thats it....move with me." flickering his tongue, he moves it in a variety of motions, left, right, up, down, and in circles, all focusing on the sweet soft spot at the tip of your clit.

"uuuuugh! Oh my God.......ugh!"

"Come on baby.....tell Joey how much you like it...."

"mmmm......uuuugh!"

"Say it." latching his mouth, he fully envelops your clit and parts of your folds into his mouth and sucks harshly as his tongue worked its magical motions on your clit. His warm saliva drenching you, all the while the smoothness of his tongue massaged and his teeth barely grazing against your skin as he smothers the fat surface of his tongue all over your opening. Scoffing on your cavity, he adds a series of smirks and chuckles as he performs, enhancing the stimulation from the vibrating of his tone.

"Mmm!! Oh my God....Joey...Joey...Joey.....mmmm...please...please....ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!"

"yeah, come on baby, tell me what you want."

"...mmmm......ugh!"

"Say it."

"Mmmmm please......I want it......I.....want it...."

"Want what?"

".......you......I want......mmmm....ugh! you! ugh! mmmm....oh my God!" you whimpered out as you peeled your face away and off to the side, biting the tip of your tongue as you felt the tears streaming down your cheeks, all from the painful throbbing and numbness that was taking place in the depths of your core.

He continued to perform his oral fixation on your womanhood, yet each time you felt yourself gyrating, breaching climax, he pulled back and with held you from experiencing release. He was far more toying and cruel in his manner of four play than Heeseung, especially considering he could do it so well....

The way his tongue fucked you, coated you, dressed you with his saliva and massaged you into an ultra state of heightened sensitivity.....it was all too....

"Tell me you want me to fuck you pretty girl......I want to hear you say it."

"mmmmmm ugh....ugh....Heejeong......please....pllllease......."

"Please what baby?" speaking against your clit once more, he pulls his head back and harshly blows at it, before shoving his mouth back on with his nose brushing against the tip of your slit.

Rolling back your eyes once more, you lost your breath as you succumbed to the overwhelming sensation of his oral love. Losing pattern, your breathing escalates to obtain whatever it had lost from when you choked on your own moans.

"Please what baby?" he whispers once more, releasing a long gasp against your clit as his mouth all but latched on. The hot vapor of his breath triggered your hips and thighs to move forward and buck up in a sudden manner, which would have closed the distance and met his mouth, except his hands pinning you down wouldn't allow it.

"Please....ugh! Please....please fuck me....fuck me....Joey.....Joey fuck me...." you whimpered out a series of gasping moans as you truly begged for your elder step brother to do onto you, what his other half did hours earlier.

"Awww....come here baby." Propping himself on his knees, he positions himself in between your wide open thighs and feeds his cock out from his jeans. Much like Heeseung, Heejeong was also blessed with a thick girth, elongated length, and heavy muscle.

Leaning in and hovering over you, his hand remains on the base of his shaft as he places a palm next to your head and closes the distance. His chest presses against yours, and you felt him entering inside. The painful sting of the stretch of his enlarged tip pushing in caused you to hiss and jolt up in pain.

"UGH!!!! Ugh! He-Heejeong...ugh! It.....it hurts......." you started to sob out.

"Yeah....so I've been told.....but dont worry pretty girl.....unlike all the others, I actually care about you....and I intend to make you feel good.......sooooooo fucking good.....I'm going to fuck you nonstop."

Sliding in, Heejeong continues to breach your walls. You felt them separating as they clear a path for his shaft, moving in and pushing the skin further deep within you, inch by inch.

Your thighs tremble, and your hips start to gyrate in a wild motion.

"Hang on baby......almost there.....fuck.....you're so fucking tight......you just so perfect arent you?"

Kissing you, he closes in the remaining gap that was present between your chests, which sealed the deal in his full entry. The base of his groin mashes against yours, while connected skin to skin, he rotates his hips in a circular motion, further dipping into you as if he was drilling his shaft inside.

"Ugh!!! S-stop!! Oh my God what are you doing to me??!" you nearly screamed out, feeling a rush of pain from him bellowing out, yet it was quickly recovered by the immense pleasure and relief of pumping against the throbbing numbness in your gut.

"Shhhhhh......thaaaaaats a gooood girllll....." he growls lowly in your ear. "Ready?"

The familiar sense of gaining your acknowledgement hits you as you take in his wording, all the same as Heeseung issued....

...........................

"You ready for me?"

............................

Nodding in a sense of panic with your brows furrowed, displaying a worrisome and painful expression, you prepared yourself for what was about to come....

"Good."

You realized the moment he moved, that you had misjudged and, once again, found yourself in a presumptuous state as you assumed Heejeong's manner of making love or 'fucking' was similar to that of Heeseung's performance last night.

You couldn't have been any more wrong.....

He didnt start out at a moderate pace, instead, he began to thrust hard...fast...and deep, right from the get-go. Your mouth parts wide open as you felt him fucking your breaths out of you.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!!"

"Yeah baby, fucking make some noise...." he speaks as he kisses into your mouth, holding you by the neck and stroking your skin with his rough thumb.

He had you squelching in no time. Each second that he rammed his thickness into you, you felt the splatter of your juices decorating your inner thighs as he propped his chest to remain hovered, gaining more leverage to dip his groin down and drilling into you deeper....harder...and faster.

With absolutely no room to breathe, let alone murmur out your words, you were left merciless and could only admit the short and pungent gasps of your airy tones of euphoria as he punched your soft spot with his dick.

Gasping, trying to catch your breath, feeling the mesmerizing sensation of his length going in and out of you, he had you nearly climaxing just within seconds.

"Mmm...not yet baby...you gotta hold it......"

Rolling your eyes back, your body succumbs to the weakened state of being fucked brutally by Heejeong.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Please! Ugh! Ugh! I-cant!!"

"Yes you can.....come on baby, let me keep fucking you.....you feel so good..."

Snaking his hand underneath the thatch of your thick strands, he cups the back of your head and lifts it, positioning you to watch as he dips his cock in and out of you.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Wh-what! Please! What are you doing?!" you stuttered in gasping moans as you plead with him.

"Watch me fuck you baby."

"Ugh! Please.....Oh my God please!" you place your hand on his wrist, trying to plead with him as the feeling was overwhelmingly pleasurable. Watching his thick length melting in and out of you only furthered your rising to orgasm.

As you watched, you noted the thick, creamy white substance formulating at the base of your folds, while decorating a thick ring around his shaft.

"Fuck yeah baby....shit.....why are you so beautiful....and perfect?" noting the substance that was foaming from the friction of fucking you, Heejeong felt himself reaching the zenith of orgasm as he discovers how much you were enjoying the view.

"Ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh! ugh!"

"Yeah.......come on baby....I'll make you cum...." picking up the pace, a feat you didn't think was possible as he was already going at an incredibly pleasurable speed, you felt his tip going in deeper as Heejeong fucks you in a jack-hammer momentum, groaning and releasing a prolonged growl into your ear. "Now baby....."

Arching your back, you tilt your head back as your hips and groin muscles levitate, pushing against his lower abdominal muscles.

Releasing your essence, you coat his shaft with the hot moisture that glazes over his entire length. Feeling it was the most amazing sensation, and it caused him to violently unleash inside you.

"Uh.....fuck!.......Fucking hell babe......fuck i'm cumming."

Pelting in a series of small thrusts, much like Heeseung did, Heejeong ensures that the entire produce of his essence makes it into the deepest and darkest part of your body. Once again, you felt the joy in thought, as you imagined Heejeong's DNA merging with yours and his cum spreading his genes inside you, transforming your body into accepting motherhood.

He remained laying on top of you, plastering you with such warm and loving kisses, whispering how much he loved you.

.....................

"Fucking dammit......I can't get enough of you....I love you so much......I'm never letting you go......y/n."

Kissing you, he lifts his frame off and away from you, yet remained position in between your legs on his propped knees. Tapping his fingers along your chest, he allows you to catch your breath as you took in your deep inhales. Your face remained turned away and laying off to the side, with your hair slightly plastered on your glistening skin.

You felt the touch of his fingers gently grazing against your cheek, moving the pieces of hair that was stuck to your skin. Shifting your eyes over to the side, you noted how both Heejeong's hands were on your chest, and the other was resting on his hip.

So whose hands were touching your face?.......

Looking up, standing and leaning against the back side of the sofa, hovering his chest above you, was Heeseung.

"Fuck you're so pretty......" he calmly states as he continues to move your strands.

Dressed all in black, and adorning a black cap, you noted the muscles of his chest as his black fitted tee and looked as if it was painted on his skin, it was so pleasantly form fitting. His hands adorned black, fingerless martial arts gloves, and he completed the ensemble with black jeans and boots. He resembled a bodyguard, or a bouncer at a night club, which had made you garnished thoughts on just what he had planned on doing with Kurt had it not been for you to call and beg him to dismiss his plan.

Your thoughts on Kurt was quickly interrupted by Heejeong's hand joining in, finding home on both your pelvic bones as Heeseung continued to tap his fingers along your cheek, and along your lips.

Smirking, Heeseung leans in, reaching all the way down to kiss you. The scent of his warm and spiced cologne combats Heejeong's cool and icy fragrance, merging into a perfected mirage of colorful scents.

Eyeing you up and down, you saw how Heeseung admires your skin, sparkling under the natural lighting in the room with the small beads of sweat that remained dewed on every part of your body.

"Well baby girl..........time for round 2."

"R...r....round....2?" you stuttered as you continued to gain your breathing back to a stabled pattern.

You heard them both chuckle, as they displayed a smirk that represented their own persona; Heeseungs sadistic one versus Heejeong's malicious grin. Issuing their expressions to you with wide eyes, they both respond simultaneously.......

"Bingo.....baby.......sis......"

Authors note: OOooooooohohohohohoh Y/n is in for it now......mmmmhmmm....TBC!

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Part 9 of Merlin Hood

Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Sorry last part was a little long! this one is a bit shorter.

Morgana looks out her window down at the courtyard for what must be the fourteenth time in an hour. She curses herself for not accompanying Gwen to warn Merlin. Merlin is her friend as well but more than that, she is beside herself with worry for her… well servant is probably the most accurate description, but Gwen has always been more than that, more than even a friend really.

Regardless, she cares about Gwen and Merlin both, but she made the choice to stay to keep them safer in the first place. If she were missing, Uther would stop at nothing to track her down, so it was a lot better if Gwen warned Merlin alone. It didn't stop her worrying about them though. Morgana goes to the window again.

The sun had set a few minutes ago leaving the last light remaining a crimson color across the sky and it casted long shadows on the ground. Emerging from one of those long shadows at the edge of a courtyard was a familiar shape. Morgana let out a sigh of relief. Gwen was safe and sound, nothing to worry about.

Before Morgana could run down and envelope Gwen in a fierce hug, she noticed another figure following close behind Gwen. It wasn’t Merlin, the figure was filled out with muscles too much to be their scrawny underfed sorcerer friend. No, it must have been one of his forest crew she’d met a couple of times. Lancelot, she thought his name was.

Lancelot was escorting Gwen into town and ducking behind walls when guards passed. Something Morgana couldn’t put a name to filled her chest at seeing him along side Gwen. Then, she saw Gwen’s radiant smile which was reserved for her closest friend and Morgana clenched the side the window opening.

Morgana: *aloud* Oh, no. This is not good.

Morgan laid her head in her hands. Her feelings always had the worst timing.

In another area of the forest, Gwaine traveled alone wacking at tall grass with a stolen sword.

Gwaine: *shouting* Merlin!

No answer came to Gwaine and so he continued on. He had checked the three open caves on the north side of the forest to no avail. Most rock formations in the forest were too small to store someone without anyone seeing but he checked them anyway. If Merlin was still in the forest, the only place he could be was the ruins on the east side of the forest.

Gwaine both hoped and didnt hope that Merlin was there. If he was, that would mean that someone went through a great deal of trouble to hide him away for a reason which meant probably a lot of pain but a possibility he was still alive. If he wasn’t there than that meant that whoever took him could have took him beyond the forest and even out of the kingdom. If that was the case they may never see him alive again.

Gwaine shook his head to clear his thoughts. Negative thoughts were not going to help him. He needed to get to the ruins and find Merlin.

Unfortunately, the sun had beat down on him all day and even though having ale in his water skin was fun while it lasted, now he was sufficiently dehydrated. Fortunately, Gwaine had stumbled into a clearing with a large lake to one side.

Gwaine: Great, now I just need to find a river that feeds into- What the actual hell!

The rest of Gwaine’s thought is cut of by his, admittedly not very manly, scream. From the water a mere few feet away, a man showered in the last bit of golden light emerges dripping out the lake. He looks in every way an immortalized warrior complete with a glowing sword emanating pure power. The man turns to Gwaine and raises the sword.

Arthur: Someone very dear to me is in trouble and you are going to help me find him.

Gwaine: Look, man, normally I would love to help you, but I’m actually looking for someone myself. So, if you could put the magic sword down I’ll just be on my way.

Arthur: The person I am looking for is very powerful. If you help me, he will be able to help you find your friend. Plus this sword will lead us right to him.

Gwaine takes in the man once more. He isn’t wearing any armor but that does nothing to hide the fact that this man is clearly a very strong and talented fighter. Gwaine also doesn’t know who is keeping Merlin but they must be pretty powerful if they can keep Merlin subdued, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little backup on his side.

Gwaine: Fine, I will help you but we have to be quick. I don’t know how long my friend can wait.

Arthur: *smiling and holding out a hand* Great! Then, its settled.

The two shake hands and set off into the woods following the glowing magic of excalibur.

Some fun stuff in this part! I’ve introduced a couple love triangles, so sorry about that but I couldn’t resist. Next part will contain some hilarity of Arthur and Gwaine realizing that they are both looking for Merlin. The reason Gwaine doesn’t recognize Arthur is because in this AU, Merlin always meets with Arthur alone to flirt but also to keep his forest crew safe from being recognized and captured later. There might be the introduction of a few characters I haven’t included yet in the next few parts so get ready for that!

[talesofesther]

is it too late to call you mine? | ch 2

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: In Sebastian's prettiest dreams, you'd wear a gown of a color that matched his tie, he'd take your hand and dance all night until morning came. But those dreams felt like a farfetched reality. Would you even consider going with him? As more than a friend?

A/N: Right I lied before, we're gonna have one more chapter for this story after this one lol. Written for @spaceyaceface's HL Writing Challenge. Hope you guys like it. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 1 here

"One would think that with a library of this size, the school would have more books about this," you mumbled under your breath, brushing your hand over the cover of the thick book to rid it of the dust.

Hogwarts library had to be one of the most enchanting libraries you've ever been to; with its tall dark wooden bookshelves, high windows, spiral stairs leading up to the second floor, paintings, warm orange lighting, and desks and armchairs scattered about for each student to read to their heart's content—it all made you adore spending hours in here. It was common for Sebastian to join you, you'd both sit together and exchange thoughts about the books you've been reading until Madam Scribner had to kick you out so you'd be back in your common rooms before curfew.

Today, however, you were alone; skimming between stacks of books which were mostly forgotten and had a layer of dust covering them.

The Yule Ball was less than a week away, and it only just occurred to you that you didn't know the first thing about dancing. At least not the kind of formal dancing that one does at an event like this, with a partner.

You stared down at the book in your hands for a few long seconds before closing your eyes with a sigh.

Praying that the single book you managed to find would help you, you turned around to make your way to Madam Scribner's desk so she could check out the book for you. Once you rounded a corner, however, you bumped straight into something firm and warm, a startled oof escaping your lips as your feet lost their balance.

Only it wasn't something, it was someone. Gentle hands quickly took hold of both your elbows so you wouldn't end up falling to the floor. When you finally looked up, you were met with a familiar array of freckles and a dazzling grin.

"Picking up a new book? Without me?" Sebastian slowly pried his hands from you, his dark eyes giving a quick glance up and down before he laid one palm over his chest; "I'm wounded."

You chuckled, your knuckles going white around the book because of how close he was standing. "I'm not picking up a new book… Well, I am," you hesitated, "but you won't be interested in this one, I'm sure."

Sebastian raised a curious eyebrow at you, the golden candlelights of the library shaping the outlines of his face and highlighting the auburn of his hair to perfection. "Oh? And what book might that be?"

You bit at the inside of your cheek, not directly answering him but loosening your grip on the book ever so slightly. There wasn't a thing you could hide from him anyway.

Reaching a hand out, Sebastian tilted the book away from where you held it against your chest, coming to stand right beside you so he could properly read what was on the cover. And you could suddenly feel the warmth radiating from his body; his shoulder brushing yours and raising goosebumps on your skin while your lungs already lacked air. You could hate Sebastian for the obvious effect he has on you.

"Dancing techniques through the ages?" Sebastian read the title of the book out loud, and when he turned to look at you, the expression on his face was nearly comical, "are you even interested in that?"

You gave him what was half a smile and half a grimace, hugging the book closer to your chest again and taking half a step away from him. If you weren't so flustered you probably would've noticed the slight bit of hurt that flashed through his eyes because of your movement. "Yes?" You tried, and then groaned, "not really, but I kind of have to read it."

"Why? I don't remember us having any classes on dancing," Sebastian shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"Yeah, I know, I know," you sighed, then closed your eyes as you spoke, much quieter; "it's because of the Ball."

"The… Ball? Why would you-" Sebastian cut himself off when he finally understood, he hesitated, his plump lips hovering for just a second, "oh, you don't-"

"No, I don't know how to dance," you huffed, feeling your cheeks immediately warming up. You avoided Sebastian's eyes then. There was really no reason to feel ashamed, dancing wasn't a skill everyone was expected to have. Yet, you couldn't help but feel at least a little self-conscious under the gaze of those dark eyes.

"And you expect to learn that from a book?" The smile could be heard clearly in Sebastian's voice; not mocking, at least not your lack of skill, maybe just your choice of a solution.

You glanced up at him again, raising your eyebrows as if to say; 'yeah, what of it?'.

An amused chuckle stumbled past his lips just before his cheek molded back to that smirk of his. "It's like learning to duel by reading a book about it. Doesn't work."

More often than not, Sebastian frustrated you to no end. It was just his luck that he looked damn good while doing it. "How else am I supposed to learn anything about it, Sebastian? The Ball is in less than a week." You argued, dropping the book on top of the nearest table as you grew restless.

Sebastian stayed quiet for a few beats, his lower lip stuck between his teeth as he apparently mulled over his next words. "I could teach you… If you'd like."

He refused to look you straight in the eye as he spoke, and you doubt you'd ever heard him sound this… timid. Hesitant. Changing his weight from one foot to the other as he picked at a loose thread on his sweater while waiting for your answer.

Sebastian was nervous.

"You know how to dance?" You were surprised at how your own voice sounded somewhat shy. The thought of Sebastian teaching you—his hands holding you close, guiding your movements; his body close to yours, personal space forgotten—made you feel all warm.

Sebastian hummed, his teasing smile making an appearance again, "you pick up a thing or two if you attend enough parties. I could teach you the basics at least, you won't be completely at a loss of what to do then."

You breathed in deeply, pursing your lips as you nodded. "Alright." It was a much better option than just reading a book about it anyway.

"Alright," Sebastian repeated after you, his throat working through a gulp, "meet me near the Undercroft entrance after curfew tonight."

"Not in the Undercroft?" You frowned.

"Not quite," his sultry voice kissed your ears, "no music in the Undercroft, after all."

── ·❆· ──

The hallways of the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower were completely empty as you walked, the pristine tiles reflecting each of your steps. It was past 10 PM and the moon was high in the sky, you could only hope you wouldn't run into any of the ghosts… again.

Sebastian waited for you with his back leaning against the wall near the Undercroft, just as he said. His arms were crossed over his chest as his foot tapped the ground rhythmically. He perked up once he laid eyes on you, a gentle and sincere smile coming to his lips.

"Ready for some dance lessons, my lady?" He asked in an over-the-top courteous voice that got you endearingly rolling your eyes.

"As I'll ever be," you smiled softly then, feeling your hands growing a bit sweaty, "thank you for doing this, by the way."

Sebastian only shook his head, his own smile still playing on his lips. He avoided your eyes, "don't mention it," he told you quietly, before pushing himself off the wall and walking past you, "come on then."

You followed Sebastian up the stairs, trailing behind him until a gentle, familiar classical tune reached your ears. He lead you to the enchanted violins and cello that were constantly playing in the tower, and now you finally understood why he said 'not in the Undercroft'.

"I suppose it's close enough to what will be playing in the Ball," Sebastian gestured to the enchanted instruments.

You chuckled, taking half a step closer to him, "clever."

As the soft melody swirled around you, the air seemed to shift between you and Sebastian. Different from the usual commotion during the day, the DADA tower was entirely too calm tonight; dimly lit as it was bathed in various shades of golden coming from the candlelights that reflected against the polished floor, completely devoid of any presence save for you and him—what once reminded you of Professor Hecat's assignments, now felt like a private ballroom, tailor-made to hold this moment alone.

Sebastian cleared his throat. You wondered if he felt the shift too. "Right so, in a dance, you'll want to be as relaxed as possible, trying to move in sync with your partner," he told you, "I doubt that-" he hesitated then, words seemingly heavy on his tongue, "I doubt that Weasley is much of a dancer, so if you know a basic waltz it should be more than enough."

There was something about the way the candlelights shone against Sebastian's features, all soft and pretty, turning his expression into something akin to adoration. For you.

Your heart was suddenly in your throat. Sebastian's stare was almost too much. You'd gladly drown in that 'too much'. It holds you hostage, pierces like the afternoon sun.

"May I?" He asked, one hand outstretched, waiting for your permission to hold your waist.

You only nodded, not trusting your voice.

Sebastian looked as nervous as you felt, and you didn't want to dwell on why that was. Not now.

With a delicacy only you had the privilege of knowing, Sebastian placed a hand on your waist; the other finding your own hand so he could intertwine your fingers with his. His chest was a hair's width away from touching yours.

Your free hand came to rest on his shoulder then, as if your souls were always meant to be this entangled. You refused to look him straight in the eyes, praying that he wouldn't feel the shaking of your fingers when you squeezed his hand.

"Relax," Sebastian whispered, his voice so close to your ear that it sent shivers down your spine.

But the shaking of the syllables betrayed his own statement. Sebastian's hand on your waist tightened its grip, as his mind drowned in the possibility of you and him. Here, in this fraction of a moment, with your heartbeat following the rhythm of his own, the dream felt almost within reach.

You didn't know, but every minute with you was torture for him. Every minute you dangled something in front of him, something he knew was unattainable.

Every minute that you weren’t his was another droplet from his bleeding heart.

"What now?" you breathed suddenly, quiet as to not break the peaceful bubble around you, yet still startling him back to reality.

Several emotions were swimming behind Sebastian's eyes then, too many for you to put a finger in any of them. A soft blush formed under his freckles, barely noticeable against the faint candlelights.

But you saw it. There was a beat before either of you said anything, a beat where you just looked at each other, wondering whether the other person’s feeling the same way.

"Right, it's not hard," Sebastian straightened in his posture, adjusting your joined hands as he took one deep breath, "just try to follow me, slowly, from one side to another."

Surprisingly, Sebastian was quite a skilled dancer. At first, he did most of the work, guiding your body through each step and turn, getting you comfortable until you were aware enough to follow him quicker and on your own. And you found that it was easy to follow him; your feet, hips, and hands complemented his movements as if you were one.

You weren't sure how long it had been, all you knew was that Sebastian's hands were warm on you, your body feeling as light as a feather as you waltzed around the empty tower. Any tension any of you had felt before was long gone now. Sebastian's smile was soft and his chuckles were a music better than the one of the enchanted violins. Your soul moved in tandem with his and your bold hands pulled his body closer to yours.

If anyone were to glance, you two could easily be mistaken for the dancing ghosts that sometimes appeared around the castle.

"I think it's safe to say you're a natural," Sebastian said in between laughs, amused at the way you were dragging him around now.

You felt the squeeze of his hand on your waist, fingertips tracing the curve of your spine. "It's much more fun than I thought it would be," you told him, just a little breathless. "But I had a good teacher too, I suppose," you teased, tilting your head with a smirk.

You let go of his shoulder then, allowing him to twirl you around and then straight back into his arms. This simple night turned into a moment you'd be happy to live in forever.

Sebastian's own smile gets a little loose and gone when you do this—staying too close, smiling at him, touching—but you seem oblivious to it.

Whatever the future may hold, he was happy to say you were his; if only for this night.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Read ch 3 here

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[white-00-7]

The fallen

Lucifer x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 2 here

Third person pov:

After Charlie and Vaggie helped Y/n to change her clothes and to tend to her wound they leave her alone. After half an hour Lucifer came in with a bowl of water and a towel. He sits in the chair next to the bed and place the towel on her forehead after squeezing the water out of it. All the demons and angels in the building had questions in their minds. Why is she down here? What will happen from now on? Will she wake up?

Minutes turned to hours and then in days. The angel didn't woke up in a week. Her wounds were healed and her complexion looked better but she still didn't woke up. Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie took turns to take care of her. Their hope started to get small as her eyes stayed closed. It was Charlie's turn to watch over her when she saw her fingers and eyes move. She quickly ran and screamed to her father that Y/n is waking up. They run out of their souls back to find Y/n sitting up on the bed looking out the window and humming.

Y/n pov:

She slowly opened her eyes but close then again as the red light in the room hurts her eyes a little. After some time she opened then completely and sit up looking around. Her clothes are changed, her wounds are healed. She humms and look out the window to see she didn't dream. She was in hell. When she hears the door she slowly takes her eyes off the scenery outside and look at the people who entered her room. They approached her slowly to not scare her and she smiled at them l. "Hi my little morningstar. And to you to my second morningstar. Vaggie. Why do you guys look so haggard? Did heaven came to fight while I was sleeping a little?" She ask softly then laugh at their expressions. Charlie looks at her and smile wholeheartedly "you were out for 2 weeks y/n. We started to feel helpless. I'm so glad you woke up" said Charlie and wipe some tears from her eyes. Lucifer took her hand and sigh in relief to find her skin cold but warm in the same time. She smiled softly as squeeze the king's hand as she looks at them. "Who can help me get out of this bed? I feel stuffed in this room. You said to weeks but for me it was a good night rest. I was working in human world." She sits up still holding Lucifer hand and get up slowly. She snap her fingers and her clothes changed in a beautiful liliac color with musical notes at then hem of the dress and her hair was in a loose braid with stars in it.

She was looking at the little Samael and his creations. She places a golden duck made of glass on his desk while he was out and a card with 'happy birthday little morningstar'. After that every year she only goes to his house to place his gift and card next to it then leave.

She looks at Lucifer and says embarrassed "C..can I hug you little morningstar? I wanted to do it for so long. I couldn't give you my presents for so many years. I can at least give you a hug now"

Third person pov:

Lucifer was looking at her and nods as he hugs her tightly remembering about the glass duckies she gived him. Now it's all clear. The same pet name and the same warm and comfortable smell. Y/n looks at the 2 female demons and open one arm for them to. Charlie run to her arms and Vaggie followed her. The galaxy angel hugs them with her arms and wings feeling like all her work was worth it.

[saintlucretia]

𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

Pairings: James Patrick March x Female!Reader

Warnings: Blood. Knives. Violence. Death. Alcohol. Smoking. Bondage. Sexual harassment. James Patrick March.

Summary: Y/N got killed by Mr. March. Oops.

A/N: First time writing here. Open for requests. English is not my first language, so there must be some mistakes. It is probably not worth reading, but I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you want something particular next time. <3

Death. The smell that appeared disturbing and exciting at the same time. Death was in the walls, in beds, in the air. Palace of Hell. A place for Sin. Home for Lost Souls. Torture chambers. The Great Hotel Cortez.

It was about 5 pm when I checked in. Mesmerizing sunset. The harbinger of night. 

“It’s your first time here, isn’t it, dear?” The receptionist lady looked at me head to toe and smiled.

“Yes, you are right.”

“Wonderful, I hope you will like it here. Let me show you your room.”

We walked toward the elevator and arrived at the 7th floor. Dimly lighted halls with red carpets kept secrets and I almost felt their mystery on my skin. The air was heavy, filled with the sins of this place. 

“Room 68, dear. - she gave me the keys.”

“Thank you, Mrs…”

“Taylor. Liz Taylor”  She smiled. “You can call me Liz dear.”

I nodded and inserted the key into the door lock. 

“Oh, by the way,”  Liz stopped and turned to me again. “I hope to see you at the bar later, I make exquisite filthy martinis.” 

“You can rely on me.” I smiled.

She walked away and the echo of her shoes was haunting my ears for past half an hour. The room was cozy, almost luxurious. Looked like the style of the Roaring 20s with all dark and gold colors and Art Deco furniture. I unpacked my suitcase and looked at the clock. 7 pm. I fixed my makeup and got dressed in a red club dress with a black leather jacket. I was tired, bored, and uninspired. I haven’t written a word for a week and this writer’s block really got me in a chokehold. So I left the room with a certain goal. To get drunk and have fun. 

I decided to explore my floor a bit. The massive window at the end of the hall had no view. Well, the view to an abandoned building and a dirty valley. Cute. I wandered through the halls and felt the power of these walls. I felt the danger, the alluring atmosphere. I thought that I was smelling the metallic sense of blood. 

“My, my.”  I gasped at the sound of the male voice behind me. “Perhaps you are lost, my dear”

He looked oddly handsome. Tall. Dark hair. Perfect black suit. Pencil moustache. Dark piercing eyes.

“I am not. Thank you. Just… walking around.”

He studied me. Watched me intently, like a predator hunting down its prey.

“Well, I could take you on a tour if… if you want, of course.” He smiled charmingly. “Such a beautiful lady like yourself shouldn’t walk in the evening hours alone.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“Where are my manners? Accept my apologies darling, my name is James Patrick March.”  He kissed my hand gently. “I am the owner of this fine establishment.” He knocked on the nearest wall. 

“The owner? How… convenient.”  I turned to him, looking him up and down.

He chuckled. God, his deep voice. He walked me toward the elevator slowly.

“Can I ask your name, dear?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/S.”

“Y/N.” He murmured. “Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

He stopped as we reached the elevator.

“So,? Would you consider my offer, to show you around, Mrs. Y/S?”

“Thank you, Mr. March. But I’m afraid I have to decline.”

“Well, I’m always there, if you need me, dear.” He kissed my hand and waited until I entered the elevator cabin. “Have a good evening, Mrs. Y/N.”

The cabin doors closed and I sighed in relief. That man was hot as hell, but his “gentleman” attitude and hungry gaze got me the heebie-jeebies. Well, maybe it was my paranoia. Probably he is a good guy. Devilishly handsome good guy.

I quickly walked to the bar counter and took a seat. Liz was behind the bar, rearranging some bottles and after a few minutes, she noticed me. 

“I’m glad you came, dear. Mind a drink?”

“I’d like to try your martinis.”

I was surprised by how quickly she made it. Liz fixed her dress and after giving me a glass, leaned on the counter with her elbows.

“ Thanks.” I smiled.

“Dear, I wonder, what such a young pretty creature like you is doing in a place like this, hm?”

I chuckled while sipping my martini. 

“It is a lovely hotel. I mean, of course, it has a sort of reputation, but… It’s an interesting place, I find it inspiring.”

“Do you do some sort of creative work?”

“I’m a writer.”

“How interesting. You know I have always gotten along well with creative people.” She took a pack of cigarette out of her pocket and lighted it. “As I see, you are single, aren’t you? Because I’m telling you, if you are thinking about meeting someone in this place forget about it. Only freaks and coke-heads stay here.”

“Sounds like fun working here, huh?” I chuckled. “I actually have already met… someone.”

“Who?”

“Mr. March. We accidentally met in the hallway”.

Liz’s smile disappeared from her face.

“Dear, believe me, you don’t want to know this man.”

“Why is that?” I studied her expression closely.

She looked around and leaned closer.

“Bad things are happening in Cortez, very bad.”  She whispered. “Just promise me that you will not-”

“Gossipping, Lizy?”

I turned to the voice. It was a tall woman, dressed in a cheetah print coat over a velvet purple mini-dress. She sat at the next chair to me and lighted up her cigarette.

“What do you want, Sally?” Liz asked watching her.

“Bloody Mary. Thanks, babe.”

Liz sighed and started making the cocktail. Sally watched me closely.

“I’m Sally.” She took my hand to shake it. “They call me Hypodermic Sally.”

“I’m Y/N.” 

She exhaled smoke in my face and chuckled.

“There are three reasons people come to Cortez. To fuck. To do drugs. Or to kill. Sometimes all three.” She leaned closer. “So why are you here, angel?” 

I looked her in the eyes and sipped my drink.

“Neither of these. Just traveling.”

“You better not be a cop.”

“I’m not a cop, Sally.”

Liz put her glass in front of her and said:

“Sally, dear, just be nice, please.”

“I am nice.”

“Everything is fine,” I said with a smile. “I like Sally.”

Sally turned to me again studying my features. 

“Be careful, Missy. This place will eat you alive like it has eaten everyone else.”

By that time I finished my drink and after thanking Liz, decided to go back to my room. It was disturbingly quiet on the 7th floor and almost pitch black. I wasn’t drunk, but one martini on an empty stomach got me a bit light-headed. 

“Oh, Mrs. Y/S, I wasn’t planning to see you again today. Looks like it’s fate, don’t you think?” There he was. Mr. March at his white gloves and his sexy accent. I shivered a bit at the sound of his voice but tried to remain calm. 

“If I was more paranoid, I would have thought you were watching me.” I chuckled, but after this sentence rolled out of my tongue I felt fear crawling up my back. 

“My, my, you aren’t scared, are you?” He stepped closer smiling at me charmingly. 

“Should I be?”

He laughed, circling me. His moves were hypnotizing.

“Mrs. Y/S, you are an interesting woman. Sharp minded. I like it.”

“I would like to go to my room if you let me.”

March walked to me from behind and I felt his breath on my neck. 

“You are saying it like I am keeping you by force, dear.” He chuckled darkly and it sent shivers down my spine. “You can go whenever you like… But do you really want to?” He gently placed his hands on my shoulders and inhaled my scent. I felt numb. I stepped away from him and prevented his hypothetical attacks from behind.

“I’m not a hooker.”

“Oh, darling, you offended me. I would never assume that you are. I’ve seen thousands of female faces and it always is very noticeable when a woman is selling herself. You are not like that.”

I took another step away from him, creating more distance between us.

“Then why are you paying so much attention to me?”

March chuckled, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on me. 

“Perhaps I find you intriguing.”

I raised an eyebrow, not convinced by his answer.

“I’m not naive, Mr. March.”

He chuckled again, circling me like a lion ready to attack. He came up very close to my face. I felt his breath again. My heartbeat increased. We were so close that I could see his perfect teeth.

“Of course, you are not.”

March stepped closer, standing very close, his eyes locked with mine.

“You are trembling, dear.” He observed. “And your cheeks flushed. Your heart is beating so fast. I can practically hear it.”

“I’m tired.” He looked me in the eyes and it became difficult to breathe.

March chuckled, amused by my response. He slowly walked closer, trapping me against the wall. 

“Such fear. And yet, I sense no resistance. Tell me, Y/N, are you afraid of me?”

“No.”

He reached out and traced a finger over my collarbone, making me shiver.

“No?” He leaned closer, his lips hovering near my ear. “I don’t believe you, my dear. You are shaking like a leaf. Your body is betraying you.”

March chuckled again, his breath tickling my skin. He tilted my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“What do you want from me?”

“That’s the question you should have asked before you got trapped.” He chuckled sinisterly and before I had a chance to say something, he covered my mouth with a handkerchief and pressed me to the wall. My eyes widened in fear. I tried to push him away, to fight back. But March’s strength was overwhelming, his body pressed firmly against mine, his scent filling my senses. 

“No, no dear. Don’t fight it.” He whispered in my ear, his voice smooth as velvet. “Just relax. Let yourself go.” 

The realization hit me like a punch in the gut. The handkerchief must have been soaked in something, a strong sedative or a drug because I rapidly lost consciousness.

The world faded away into a black void.

Darkness shrouded my mind, blocking my thoughts. My body hung limp, and I slowly began to lose awareness of my surroundings.

Suddenly everything plunged into darkness.

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When I opened my eyes again, I could see nothing. I tried to move, but it was like my body weighed a ton. My limbs were unresponsive and my mind felt clouded by a thick fog.

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, or even if I was awake or still sleeping. It was as if I was stuck in a state of semi-consciousness, aware enough to be terrified but too weak to do anything about it.

Panic began to set in as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Darkness pressed in from all sides, making me feel confined and trapped. I needed a few minutes to understand that I was tied up. The realization hit me like a freight train, causing my heart to skip a beat.

I was trapped. Bound tightly, unable to move my wrists or ankles. Panic and fear rushed through me as the reality of my situation sank in.

“No, no, no…” I muttered, struggling against the restraints, but they held firmly, biting into my skin.

My heart pounded in my chest as the sound of his voice echoed through the dark room.

“Awake already, are we?” 

I could picture his sinister smile in my mind, despite the darkness surrounding me.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” I cried, trying not to burst in tears.

“Such language. So feisty.” He chuckled again. 

I heard his footsteps nearing me, his shoes tapping slowly against the floor.

“What I want from you, my dear, is simple. I want to see what’s hiding behind this sharp tongue and these defiant eyes of yours. I want to hear your last breath.” 

“Please…” I whispered.

He chuckled darkly again, his breath near my ear.

“Oh?” He stepped closer. I felt his touch on my knee. “Is that a please I hear? No more fiery retorts? No more threats from that naughty mouth?” He leaned closer and I finally saw his face. It was the face of The Devil. His features were twisted into a sinister smile, his eyes glowing with an almost demonic glint. He crouched in front of me, studying my face intently.

“There it is.” He said, his voice low and dangerous. “The fear. It’s like a perfume on you. You smell exquisite, my dear.”

I felt a cold metal pressing my collarbone. My heart sank deep into my stomach at the touch of the blade to my skin. A cold chill ran down my spine. I Instinctively tried to break free, but ropes were too tight.

“Don’t move.”  he warned, his voice a sinister whisper. “I have a sharp edge here. And I don’t want to ruin your pretty face that quickly.” My heart pounded against my ribs as the cold metal rested on my cheek. The sharp edge stung slightly, a hint of pain that made me shiver. Tears dropped quietly from my eyes.

March chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “So beautiful. And so fragile.”

“So… fragile.” He repeated, practically purring, his lips almost brushing against mine.

His proximity was overwhelming. His breath, hot against my skin. I could feel my heart racing harder, drumming against my ribcage.

A sense of dread and excitement mixed together, my stomach twisting with a strange sensation. His hot breath fanned over my face, sending shivers all over my body. I felt his lips on mine. A mix of fear and desire rushed through me as his tongue traced the outline of my lips, demanding me to open my mouth for him. His lips hungrily claiming mine as his own. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth, his grip on my face firm. Fear. Pleasure. 

“Ah, almost too pretty to kill.” He whispered and in a second he stuck a knife in my stomach. The combination of fear, pleasure and the effects of the sedative overwhelmed me. He kept stabbing me and i felt blood poured out of my mouth. 

“No…” I breathed out, not being able to talk anymore. Everything got dark again. The pain was unbearable and the world blurred.

“Shh,” He smiled. “See you soon, my precious hummingbird.”

Thank you for reading, have a great day, darling <3

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 9

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Threats, Harassment, Discussion of possible links to/interest in criminal activity, and Y/N being a trouble magnet

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

The store was spotless. The last customer had left about half an hour ago. There was nothing else to do, so Y/N took it upon herself to make sure it was pristine and ready for the next night traveler that would grace the establishment. Did she honestly expect anyone to come in? No, but this just meant she had one last thing to do before the shift was through.

“And now, I wait.” She mumbled as hopped up onto the stool behind the counter. It was going to be a boring and hellish shift with so little to do, but that just meant she was getting paid to do nothing. And that is far better than having to deal with some cranky customer. Grabbing her book from under the counter, she dove into the realm that awaited. A place where good, evil, and morally grey collided into a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors of adventure, intrigue, and romance. Within these pages, she was not some minimum wager struggling to make ends meet in some crime-ridden city. Within these bound sheets, she was free…until the chime of the front door pulled her back to reality. Of course, someone comes in just when I thought I’d be doing nothing.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here.” The familiar accented voice made Y/N’s jaw tighten as she slipped her bookmark back into the book and looked up to see none other than Citlalli’s troublesome cousin, Matías, and his posse of trouble. The one who always had some kind of job that would promise big reward, and would definitely get you killed if you were lucky. She could still recall the look on the Penguin's face when he realized he was being had. A look she never wanted to see once in her lifetime, let alone again. 

I’d rather deal with those secret menu drinks and hear the brainless chatter of the overprivileged youth than deal with him. A lobotomy sounds delightful, even. “Welcome, what can I get started for you today?” She plastered on her award-winning customer service smile as she stood from the stool and stepped up to the register.

“C’mon Lindura, don't be like that.” He softly clicked his tongue and reached across the counter to grab her hand. Y/N was quick to pull her arm back to her side.

“I will have to ask you to refrain from reaching across the counter, sir. If you need time for your order, you may do so, but I request you step aside. Anyone who is ready in the group, I am happy to help.”

“Damn, Matty, she’s not playing with you today.” The group snickered.

“Fuck off, that’s just how mi pequeña petardo is.” Matías eyed Y/N and smirked. It made her skin crawl, and she wanted to burn every inch that had the poor luck of being seen by such a leering gaze. “Isn’t that right, Nena? You like playing hard to get, don't worry, I’m not giving up that easy.”

No, please do. Give up, better yet, please walk into a wall however many times it takes for you to completely forget about my existence as a whole. She bit back the retort, reminding herself that she was at work and being recorded. She needed this job to pay off the 4k. “Sir, I'm not "playing ard to get", you're simply impossible to want. I am but a simple café employee working her shift, nothing more. So, what would you like?”

“For you to finally say yes and be mine.” She had to admit it was a smooth answer, but coming from him it was more greasy, like deep fried onion rings fresh out of the fier and still swimming in the oil. Her temple began to throb as the group cheered and encouraged Matías to go on. Emboldened, he leaned over the counter some more and attempted to grab her again. She smacked his hand away and glared.

“Strike two, Matías, keep this up, and I’ll call the cops.” She kept her voice flat as she glared at him. “Now, do you want to order anything or not? If not, get out and leave me alone. I’m not interested in you, your idiotic lackeys, or whatever pitch you're trying to sell.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to us like that, bitch?” The one to Matías’ right snapped, grabbing and tugging her closer by the front of her apron. “Do you know who you’re messing with?” It was obvious from the clothes that he wore and the way he held himself, this guy was a hot headed rich kid trying to be cool.

“Someone with severe halitosis?” She rolled her eyes, trying to tug his hand off of her apron. “Let me go, or you'll regret it.”

“Regret it?” The rich kid scoffed. “How? Gonna call the cops? Then what? Even if we give ya the chance to call them, it’s gonna take time for them to get here. That gives us plenty of time for some fun. Plus my dad knows the commissioner, they can’t do shit” His slimy smug smirk was the last straw. Her free hand gripped the counter edge as she tried to create distance by pulling back as she tugged at his wrist in the opposite direction.

“I’m how.” Everyone turned at the newcomer’s voice, surprised to see that someone else was there at all, since the door had not chimed at someone else coming in.

No way, Wonder Boy?! Y/N’s jaw dropped at the turn of luck of having someone as witness to the harassment.

“And who the fuck are you supposed to be? Piss off and mind your own business.” The tallest of the group stepped forward.

“Guys, settle down.” Matías glared at Jason. There was something unnerving about him, and he knew fighting him as they are now would be a loss on their end. “Joey, let her go.”

“But Matty,” the rich kid turned to their leader to insist, but one look from Matías was all it took for him to back down. “You’re lucky, bitch.” He sneered, shoving her backwards hard enough to send her falling back into the counter behind her. The sharp pain up her spine was hard to ignore, but she refused to give them the satisfaction.

“You’ve misunderstood the situation, my friend! Lindura and I, we go way back. She’s my cousin’s best friend, after all.” He gave Jason a broad smile as he hooked an arm around Joey. “Joey here likes to play rough, we were all just joking around. We were actually in to see our good friend Ryan. He was supposed to be in tonight, which is why we stopped by in the first place. Seeing Lindura was just a big surprise.”

So he was expecting Ryan? Or is he just bluffing and just said the first generic white name he could think of? Y/N eyed Citlalli’s cousin with great suspicion. Her gut was telling her that it was most likely the former, and there was a lot that was not being said. Knowing what she did about him, what was unsaid was usually dangerous, and her expensive knight in shining armor did not need to get involved in all that. Is he trying to get other staff mixed up in his schemes? Don’t tell me he’s trying to pull a fast one on the Penguin again. Or is this him trying to gain turf and get noticed by some other criminal mastermind? Didn’t he idolize the Riddler or Scarecrow? Yeah, I need to be associated with that just as much I need a hundred bullets turning me into human Swiss cheese!

“Lindura?” She snapped out of her thoughts at the call of the annoying pet name she was given by Matías.

“For the hundredth time, quit calling me that.” She snapped. Shit, what did he say? “Also, don't get me or him involved in whatever this is. You’re on private property and our company wants nothing to do with any of it, understand? If you’re not ordering, leave. He wants to order, and you’re holding him up.” She motioned to Jason, purposely avoiding any confirmation of someone named Ryan being employed here. The less she said, the more distance she could keep from whatever was going on. I’ll just let Mr. B know later. I better let Cici know, too, I don’t want her or the rest of her family getting dragged into his nonsense. Matías glared at her response, looking between her and Jason in silence. He was clearly angry with her and her answer, but said nothing more. He turned towards the door, which was behind Jason, and shoved past him. His little group of lackeys followed suit, glaring and sneering at Jason, who barely even flinched at their attempts of intimidation. He turned and watched the group climb into their car and drive off before turning back to face Y/N.

“So, he’s really a friend of yours or,” he trailed off.

“More like a pain in my side. Like he said, he’s my best friend’s annoying cousin.” She sighed, rubbing the sore spot on her back. “Thanks, for stepping in like that. He’s…not the best person to be around and hangs around unsavory people, as you saw. I want as little to do with him as possible, but he just can’t seem to take a hint.”

“Is that what you call hinting? I’d hate to see what you being blunt is,” he chuckled as he walked up to the counter. Does she remember who I am? “So, this would be the second time I save you?”

Ah, so he does know it’s me! “Are you asking? Because I might need to start charging you, again.” He raised his hands up in mock surrender.

Yup, definitely does. “Purely rhetorical, but if you must, you can put it on my tab.” He chuckled. Y/N rolled her eyes at his confidence, she had to. Otherwise, she would have found it cute, and she needed to not find him anymore attractive than she already did. “So, are you closing up shop or can I order?”

“Sadly, I’m stuck here until the next shift comes in at 8. For some reason, we need to be a 24-hour location. So, what’ll it be, Wonder Boy? Order whatever you like, it’ll be on the house. The Least I can do for you since you saved me from that mess.” She straightened her apron and stood in front of the register once more.

“Something tells me your boss won’t like that, and you'll end up paying for it. How about I buy us both something, and you come join me at a table?” Jason offered, looking around at the vacant shop, to point out that she really had nothing to lose if she did. It was a very tempting offer, though she was equally happy with just sitting back here and reading her book, but when would be the next time she would meet him? To get a chance to actually talk to him and sort out this hotel mess?

“Well, if you insist,” she forced a heavy sigh of reluctance. “What’ll you have? The bakery items are either made in house or bought fresh from local shops, by the way. I’d suggest one of the sandwiches if you're looking for something more filling or aren't too big on sweets.” He hummed audibly as he stepped to the right, peering into the display case before glancing up at the menu that was hung up behind her before making his selection and insisting she or more than a drink. As promised, he paid for the entire order, and she quickly got to work making everything.

The second son of Bruce Wayne silently watched as she moved around behind the counter, sometimes disappearing behind the door to what he could only assume was the kitchen. After weeks of searching, he finally had her. He finally found the young woman he landed into a sizable amount of financial hardship, and she was not against spending time with him. Now I just need to figure out a way to bring up the topic. If those assholes didn’t make such a scene, I could've easily brought it up now and insisted on paying. But now she’s going to feel indebted to me for saving her again, and might fight me on it. There's got to be a way to make this work. He frowned, crossing his arms as he watched the back of her head move left and right as she began to make whatever drink she had put in for herself. He knew it could not be his order, he kept it simple with coffee, medium with creamer and sugar. The fact that I broke a coffee machine, and she works at a café, she must really think I’m some sort of imbecile. He ruffled his hair to release some pent-up frustration.

“Here’s your coffee and sandwich. Here’s my drink and pastry,” he heard her mumble to herself as she reviewed the ticket once more before stepping out from behind the counter. “We should be good. If you need anything, just let me know and I’ll grab it for you. Anywhere in particular you want to sit?” He glanced around the room before settling on a window side table that was a half booth on the window with chairs on the opposite.

That looks like it’s the closes to the counter, so she doesn’t have to go running if someone else comes in, and the lot is visible from there too. If those assholes decide to come back, I can handle it. “Over there is fine.” He pointed towards the table, placing everything on his tray and carrying it over. Y/N watched with raised eyebrows at the gentlemanly treatment. She was not one to judge by looks, but he certainly did not look like the type to be so courteous. “Are you coming?” She blinked away her look of surprise as she walked towards him.

“Color me impressed. Is saving damsels your forte?” She grabbed the chair to take a seat when Jason motioned for her to sit in the booth.

“I’ll let you know if you got anyone coming in.” He took the chair from her and sat down. “As for me saving damsels, I guess it depends. Do you make it a business to always be in distress?” He smirked, stirring his coffee a bit before taking a sip.

“I don’t make it my business, if you must know. Trouble likes to court me whenever it gets the chance.” She scowled, plopping onto the cushioned seating. “And it seems like you are around quite often when it’s doing its damnedest. Should I be wary of you?”

Oh, you have no idea. “Is that any way to treat your savior, twice over?” He exaggerated his frown as he leaned back into his seat.

“That depends, are you causing the trouble so you can do the saving, or am I just that lucky to have you around to save me?”

“You’re not ‘just lucky’ if it’s me doing the saving. You could say I’m a bit of a professional,” he thumbed his nose, earning a loud “ha” from Y/N.

“Fancy yourself as some sort of warrior of justice? A lesser known caped crusader?”

“No capes, definitely no capes.” He sternly answered. Y/N stared at him, surprised by the tone of his voice, but ended up laughing it off, just like the last statement. He was clearly playing along with her line of inquiry. Jason, on the other hand, was being honest and was a little annoyed by her lack of believing him. It did not help that he found her laughter melodious and the joy of it so infectious that it placated the momentary irritation of her waving his words off as something humorous.

“Ok, a capeless crusader, got it.” She picked up her drink and took a sip. “Well, thank you, in all seriousness. You really saved me on both counts. I’m pretty sure that drink you took on my behalf was drugged, which would explain why you were so out of it afterwards. And even now, even though he knows me, Matías wasn’t going to stop that Joey guy from causing a ruckus. The last thing I need is something that’ll cost me or Cici’s job.”

“Cici, that’s the girl who took my order last time, right?” He thought back to his first visit here. He recalled reading the name tag of the employee he requested to keep his association with Bruce Wayne hidden.“The one and only,” she nodded her head. “Which, speaking of, I wasn’t, she didn’t-” she let out a heavy sigh and raised a finger signaling that she needed a moment to gather her thoughts. Jason raised an eyebrow in question, but said nothing as he let her take her time while he ate his sandwich. How exactly do I explain this without sounding like I’m blaming him or demanding money?

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Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Five

Collaring - Oberyn Martell/F!Reader

Summary: Oberyn gets you a special present, one that both of you will enjoy. But things dont always go as planned.

Relationships: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

WC: 2050

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Content, Established Relationship, Collars, Safeword Use, Hurt/Comfort, Oral S*x

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notes: hi babes! todays piece is my man oberyn! i hope you enjoy him as much as i do <3

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The sun was already low, the many plants and rich fruits of the watergardens glistening in the last rays of the day. You took a deep breath, the scent of flowers immediately flowing into your nostrils as you let your gaze wander over the line of trees in front of you, all complete with sets of flowers around them.

Soft footsteps alerted you to the fact that you were no longer alone in the peaceful space you had found, sitting on the small stone bench as you did almost every evening, reflecting the day.

Your gaze was still taking in the flowers when the man stopped next to you and spoke in a low voice.

“Walk with me?” He asked softly and you smiled a bit at the sound. It was just as lovely to your ears as the scents of the gardens were to your nose.

Oberyn extended his arm and you finally met his gaze, allowing him to lead you through the small paths that slung through the many colors of the gardens.

The sun was shining onto your back, creating a warmth that matched the one you felt inside. Your dress flowed in the gentle breeze, the colorful strings of it moving behind you as you walked and intertwining with the edges of the shawl that Oberyn was wearing, casually draped around his shoulders to give the illusion of being dressed.

When you had first met him, his bold, yellow robes had impressed you and while you still admired them, admired all the detailed suns and the expensive fabrics they were made out of, you now preferred the man in his comfortable clothes, the ones he wore after rising in the morning or before going to bed at night. 

Both times, which he usually spent in your company.

He had matched the beautifully patterned shawl to some loose, light pants that barely covered him, the small trail of hair that led to his lower regions quite visible above them.

“I could spend hours here. Just looking at the plants and the water-” You mumbled absentmindedly, still enamored with the beauty of both Dorne and the watergardens.

Oberyn however, was fascinated with a completely different kind of beauty as he kept his eyes on you, wandering between your face and your body, taking in each inch of the soft, exposed skin and each detail of the dress he longed to rip off of you.

Eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, just walking about. When the sun finally got too low to reach the depths of the gardens and he saw a shiver run over your body, he smiled gently, ”I have something for you.”

You raised a brow, intrigued. ”What is it?” But he shook his head as he started leading you to your shared quarters.

“Is it new clothes? Or those sweets from Essos?” He just smirked. ”It is something sweet, in a way.”

It took you a moment to notice the teasing tone in his voice. 

”Oh, that kind of sweet?” His smirk all but confirmed it and you lightly slapped his arm.

When you reached the bedroom that was still flooded with the evening light, Oberyn quickly moved over to the table and took a small velvet pillow from it. He turned towards you, holding it out for you to see and your eyes widened a little as you took in the sight in front of you.

On the smooth velvet rested a small collar, richly detailed with golden thread and a large sun in the front, that glistened in the evening sun. All around were fine, golden chains that moved like water as Oberyn held the pillow. The details matched those on his thick, golden necklace and the significance and care of the gift was not lost on you.

He waited patiently, studying your face for any kind of reaction. ”Do you like it?”

“It's beautiful.” You breathed, still mesmerized by the piece in front of you. Slowly, you reached out and ran your fingers over it, feeling the craftsmanship and care that had been put into it. Oberyn watched for a moment before he brought one hand up from below the pillow and gently rested it on yours. ”Would you like to try it on?”

You stood in front of the mirror, gazing upon your own reflection next to the reflection of Oberyn behind you, who gently brought his arms up to place the collar on your neck. He brought the two pieces that made up the sun in the front together and with a small click, they fell into place, securing it on your neck. 

You gasped a little at the new feeling of having your neck restricted like that but it was surprisingly comfortable, the soft fabric of the inside undoubtedly designed to feel nice against your skin.

The man behind you was mesmerized, staring at you in the mirror as his hands wandered over your body, gently caressing the light fabric of your dress. He placed his head on your shoulder to get a better view and you could feel his necklace pressing into your back as his eyes wandered over your body.

“It suits you so well.” He whispered into your ear and you shivered slightly before smiling a little at the compliment, ”Do you think so?”

Oberyn nodded gently and turned his head to the side so that his lips were brushing against the collar and he placed a small kiss on it before continuing the trail of kisses on the skin around it.

You could feel the vibrations of his speech through the collar when he spoke in a low voice. 

”I think it would look even better without the dress.”

A small smirk formed on your lips as you turned around, your eyes leaving your reflections and instead taking in Oberyn's face, that was so close to yours.

“You are quite the bold one today.” You mumbled but while you were speaking, you were already stumbling towards the bed alongside him. His grip on you tightened slightly and he held your hips as your legs hit the edge of the large bed you shared, keeping you from falling backwards. 

Then, he brought one hand up to the collar and pulled on it slightly, causing your head to move forward and your lips to crash right into his.

You had spotted a small hook on the collar earlier, assuming a leash could be attached to it but it seemed like Oberyn had held off on that part for now, instead pulling on the collar itself to direct you.

Very gently, he lowered you backwards onto the bed and his hands found the knots that held your soft dress together. After a few moments of fumbling with them, it opened and as the fabric fell to your sides, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of your spread out body below him.

As he moved around, his shawl too fell off his shoulders, revealing more of his strong, broad chest to you and you licked your lips at the thought of what was going to follow. Indeed, Oberyn leaned down at that moment and started placing more kisses all over your chest, first in the valley between your breasts and then wandering more and more towards your nipples, his tongue lapping over the soft skin around them.

You whimpered under the touch and in response he started going a little harder, sucking on your skin until a few spots had turned red and purple from his mouth. 

“Doing so well, my love,” He muttered under his breath as he fully concentrated on his task but you felt yourself getting eager and your hands quickly found the thin string that held up his pants. A grin spread over his face as he noticed and he pulled back a little, sitting on his knees in front of you as he assisted you in wiggling his pants down.

You let out an involuntary sigh as your gaze followed the trail of dark hair that had peaked out from under his pants earlier and as you did, you were met with his beautiful cock, a muscle that had been so otherworldly to you mere months ago, that now felt like something you could look at forever.

A few veins ran around the shaft, the fine arms of them reaching all around it. The uncut tip glistened with drops of precum and the sight made your mouth water. He was fully hard already, his cock twitching under your sight as if it knew that it was being watched.

Oberyn gently reached out and used the collar to direct you towards his crotch, switching your positions. You smiled up at him softly as you started kissing his tip, your tongue swirling around it a few times before you took him into your mouth.

“Oh, just like that,” He mumbled as his hand ran through your hair and you purred at the feeling, the vibrations carrying straight on to his cock that was now stuffed in your mouth. Oberyn kept one hand on the collar, occasionally directing you as you continued, taking him all the way down your throat, relaxing your jaw until your nose was buried in his dark hair and you heard him groan above you at the feeling of your throat completely enveloping him.

It only took a second or two of having him down your throat until you realized that the position didn't work well with the collar. Your neck had swollen slightly and you whined at the feeling of your throat constricting. The lack of oxygen was reaching your brain and your vision swayed for a moment. 

Oberyn felt the muscles clench too and looked down just as you pulled off his cock, gasping for air. Spit ran down your face and a small frown appeared on your lover's face at the glazed over look in your eyes.

“ My Love ?”

You were attempting to catch your breath, which proved more difficult than it did without a collar and simply shook your head. Your hand was still resting on his naked thigh and you squeezed the skin twice, a sign the two of you had agreed on for safety that you had never used before.

Oberyn's behavior changed in an instant and he pulled back further, yanking his pants over his lap to cover himself, his lust replaced by concern.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, already sensing that this was about something specific. You did not trust your voice yet so you simply pointed at the collar. Oberyn immediately understood and after a quick moment, he had taken it off and put it to the side.

Red lines ran over your neck and he winced slightly at the sight, his finger smoothing over them, his voice softer than you had ever heard, ”Did I hurt you?”

You heard him curse himself under his breath, clearly worried that it had been him when in fact, it had been you who had pushed yourself too far too quickly.

Slowly, you shook your head as your breathing finally started to go back to normal. ”No, just- It was a little tight.”

You're not sure where they came from, but suddenly there were tears.

You cried silently, burying your face behind your shaking hands and Oberyn sighed softly as he looked down at you with soft, brown eyes. He quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, any pleasure forgotten as he simply pulled your body against his, holding you close.

“It is alright, my love. Please do not cry.” He whispered, stroking your back in a circular, repetitive motion. ”You did so well. I am so proud of you for letting me know.”

Oberyn had been with enough people to know that communication wasn't always easy. It didn't take a lot of trust to sleep with someone. 

It took some trust to give yourself over to someone. And it took infinitely more to be honest with them while doing so.

“We can readjust it, if you like. Make it more comfortable.”

You smiled a little at that and nodded, raising your head to meet his. For a moment, your eyes met as you kissed him softly, ”I would like that.”

[quarantineddreamer]

Jyn Week Day 1: Home

I wasn't sure I was gonna post this, because it's really not my best work. But then again, with the way my brain has been lately not much is! And I wanted to participate and show our girl some love so. Fighting through the perfectionist in me and here's this little thing <3

Though the Rebels had breathed new life into the cave upon their arrival, the network of tight tunnels and sprawling caverns that made up Echo Base had a history that stretched back to a time long before the war. There were stars younger than the stone walls that surrounded them, buried beneath layers of ice so thick, it was unlikely the galaxy would ever uncover the secrets they contained.

It had not taken Jyn long to begin exploring the area, seeking hidden nooks and crannies to which she might escape. Within a week, she had formed a sprawling mental map, memorized the quickest routes to every exit, marked the nearest spaces to duck to when Draven was after her about her latest display of ‘irresponsible/reckless/unacceptable’ behavior–or, when she simply needed quiet. (Which seemed to happen more and more with each passing day spent trapped in this hellhole.)

Tonight, she was bundled in her warmest gear: every thermal layer she possessed, two sweaters, one parka, her hat and scarf, gloves, and four socks pulled one after the other till she could barely squeeze her feet into her boots, much less feel them. 

Clumsiness was the price to pay when you wanted to be up and about at this hour on Hoth–that, or frostbite. It was why, for the most part, no one on Echo Base left their beds after sundown unless they absolutely had to. In temperatures this cold, you’d have to be out of your mind to willingly leave the relative comfort and warmth of your room without very good reason.

Apparently, Jyn was out of her mind, because she’d woken from a dream–the one where the fires of Scarif blinded her one minute, and she was trapped in the cold bunker all alone the next–and crawled out from beneath her blankets. She’d dressed in the dark, moving by instinct more than anything, her skin itching and heart racing as the walls seemed to press closer and closer. Before she’d fully realized what she was doing, she had found herself fumbling by the dim yellow cast of a lantern to a place well-beyond the boundaries of Echo Base.

It would have been all too easy to take a wrong turn–and subsequently freeze to death trying to find her way back–but her body had taken care of her when her mind could not. Before too long she had arrived at a vaguely familiar antechamber, small and circular, with smooth, curving walls.

As she sat and leaned her back into their hard surface, it felt as though she were being held in the palm of some ancient, mysterious being. She took in her surroundings like someone waking up from a dream. Why had her instincts guided her here? 

Then she felt it: air, fresh air; the barest of hints of it brushing across the tip of her nose and suddenly it all made sense. She closed her eyes and drew it deep into her lungs–holding it for a moment with the gratitude of someone reuniting with a long lost friend–before releasing a slow, careful breath. It lingered in the air before her–the ghost of a scared and lonely girl—a swirling cloud of mist, glowing purple. 

Heart in her throat, Jyn lifted her eyes, seeking the source of the strange light. High above her, the chamber’s ceiling of ice and rock gave way, revealing an incredible sweep of night sky, dancing with color. Wind whistled across the opening of the cave…waves whispered upon a black-sanded shore…

“What are they, Mama?”

Her mother’s amused hum tickled at her back. “The Force paints a path home for those that are lost, my love.”

Jyn squirmed beneath the blanket, trying to find her father’s face amidst the orange, flickering shadows of the bonfire. “What are they really, Papa?” 

Mama’s head rested beneath his chin, his arms wrapped around them both, a shield from the wind. He gave her a smile; her favorite kind, the kind he gave her when he asked if she could keep a secret. “You don’t believe your mother?”

Jyn didn’t think her question had anything to do with belief, she simply wanted to know. Mama often told her stories about the Force; stories about love and anger, light and dark, and the threads that tied the world together–just like the ones her favorite blanket was made of. But Papa told her stories too; stories like what kind of soil made the plants on the farm grow, or why her skin turned red after too much time in the sun, or how to fix Stormy when his arm fell off. Mama’s stories were stories she saw and felt on the inside, while Papa’s were ones she held in her hands. But they were both a part of her, pieces she carried with her wherever she went. 

She studied the sky again, following the splashes of purple and green and blue as they wove their way between clusters of stars. She wondered what it would feel like to stand on one of the rippling bands of light; tried to imagine stepping one foot after the other across the horizon as her mother had described. Maybe it would be warm, like sand in the sun, or maybe it would be more like waves lapping at her feet, cold and tingly. 

“A scientist’s daughter through and through,” Mama laughed. “I recognize that look in her eyes…”

Jyn wasn’t sure what exactly she meant by that, but she tore her gaze away from the lights in the sky and turned towards her father instead, ready for his answer.

His skin shimmered green, then blue, and back again, the same colors as the ones that hung in the air above them. “The path your mother spoke of is made of particles, shed by our planet’s suns.”

Jyn frowned at this. “But it’s nighttime.”

“Just because we cannot see something, does not mean it is no longer there,” Papa explained, reaching over to tug the blanket back over her shoulders. “Tonight, the aurora reminds us that the suns have not left us, and they will rise again tomorrow.”

She twisted to face Mama again. “So the suns are the Force?”

“The Force is the suns,” her mother murmured reverently, “and the wind, and the waves, and the sand beneath you. It’s the salt on your tongue when you breathe in and…” she smiled as she poked Jyn’s nose with the tip of her finger, “that means it’s a part of you, and me, and your Papa too.”

Jyn settled into her parent’s arms again and shut her eyes, feeling for the Force her mother spoke of. She wasn’t sure what it was supposed to feel like. 

But she thought there might be some truth to her parents’ words, because though she could not see them anymore, she could sense them there beside her. The comfort of her mother’s heartbeat under her ear, the warmth of her father’s breath as he bent to press a kiss to the top of her head. 

And if she were to find herself lost and standing amidst the aurora, she felt certain this was where they would bring her.

The colors of the sky began to blur and run together. Jyn wiped roughly at her eyes, urging tears away before they could turn to frost upon her cheek. Hoth was more than a far cry from the beaches of Lah’mu, yet she felt closer to it now than she had in a long time.

“Beautiful,” a voice murmured, echoing quietly off the stone around her. 

Jyn started, turning towards the rasp of footsteps. “Cassian…” Leave it to the spy to find her in the middle of a labyrinth in the dead of night.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked warily, taking one last self-conscious swipe at her face with the sleeve of her coat. 

“Not long,” he answered, lingering at the entrance to the cavern.

But long enough… Jyn figured. She heaved a short sigh and returned her gaze to the aurora, an ache in her chest. “There were lights like this on Lah’mu,” she murmured, an explanation of sorts–though Cassian had not asked for one. 

He ducked past the icicle that hung in from the tunnel’s opening and silently came to sit beside her, his shoulder brushing against her own. Though it barely made a difference in a cold this numbing, Jyn found herself drawing comfort from the warmth of his body beside her. 

“How’d you find this place?” he asked softly. 

She glanced at him, but he was looking at the lights above, granting her a reprieve from the weight of his stare. “How’d you find me?” she countered. 

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, but his eyes were serious when they landed on her again. “I went to your room and you weren’t there. For a moment I thought…” he shook his head and took a sudden interest in his boots.

“You thought I’d left?” 

“I didn’t know what to think. I checked the infirmary next.” There was an odd strain to his voice, something she couldn’t quite place. “No one had seen you there either, so I headed towards the perimeter,” a small smile crossed his lips, “I’ve noticed you wander to the edges of Base when you’re trying to avoid Draven.”

“Of course you did,” Jyn remarked. “Then what?”

“I followed the light…” 

“And it led you here…” The memory of her mother’s story–still fresh in Jyn’s mind–began to mingle with words Cassian had once spoken to her. The kyber crystal she wore seemed suddenly heavier than it had a moment ago, a hand resting over her heart. 

She thought of Bodhi, Chirrut, Baze, even K2. Of all the people who she had gotten to know because of the Rebellion. People who had her back. People who might not understand all of her, but who accepted her nonetheless.

“Hoth is the first time we’ve really slowed down since Scarif,” Cassian said, ignoring her sudden glance at the mention. “I know it can be hard to adjust to life in the Rebellion.”

A tentative smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Yeah,” she replied, catching a ripple of light and shadow as it wandered across his face. “I've been feeling lost…but I think I’m beginning to find my way.”

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

One Step at a Time

Peter Parker x gn!reader

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Summary: You're not having a good day, but you do have Peter.

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: Mentions of reader being upset, tired, crying. Comfort. Peter being a dork. Bad jokes. Angst. Fluff.

A/n: Inspired by my own life and @reidslovely's post here (thank you <3). Thank you for reading. Would love to hear what you think!

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Like a breeze drifting through a cracked window, Peter slipped into your shared apartment after patrolling. The golden hour laid against his back as he found you curled up in bed. As soon as he saw your body buried under the blankets and heard your ragged exhales, he took off his mask and came to your side. 

Though his muscles ached, he kneeled beside the bed. The red of the suit he still wore shined in the early evening light, encasing the hand he gingerly reached under the blankets. His fingers wrapped around yours, offering a lifeline – a chance to pull your head above the water.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispered, rubbing a thumb along the back of your hand.

The memories of today that you’d unsuccessfully tried to ignore came trickling back – until they grew into a suffocating flood threatening to break the dam. Your mind wavered, feeling exhausted and unable to do what you wanted. The same thing that seemed to happen every day.

Mornings started out okay, hopeful even that you could make it through. But then something would throw you off, make doubt and anxiety creep up your throat and paralyze you. The pillow sank further as you pressed your head into it, hoping it would quiet your brain just a little. Eventually, as Peter squeezed your hand, you found your voice.

“Work called me to ask if I could work overtime all week… and I just feel like they’re pulling me in a million different ways without letting me get a chance to breathe. But my coworker seems like she’s doing fine with it, so maybe I’m just not good at the job,” you sniffled from under the blanket, mumbling your words. 

“And then I tried to make lunch, but I burned it and made a huge mess that I still haven’t cleaned up – I’m sorry – and I went out to get myself a drink from our usual cafe to cheer me up, but someone bumped into me, so it all spilled on my new shirt.”

You took in a sharp breath, squeezing your eyes shut. “I wanted today to be productive, to feel good about how much I accomplished. But all I’ve managed to do was make a mess of the apartment and waste the day away.”

Peter had let you talk, even though his jaw ticked as he kept himself from telling you to stop being hard on yourself. He let you get it all out before whispering, “Hey. Look at me, it’s okay. Come on, it’s just you and me.” His other hand slowly pulled the blanket from you, revealing your red eyes and tear-stained skin.

You found it hard to listen to his words, let alone do what he said, when your thoughts refused to slow down – instead, they multiplied, overlapping and jumbling into a mess that only make your hiccuping breaths worse. You stared downward, blinking away hot tears, when Peter’s hands found your jaw. His calloused fingers cupped around your face, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he brought your head up to look at him.

Through your watery vision, you let yourself fall into the deep color of his eyes, embracing the warmth and love they held. Your lip wavered as you tried stopping the next wave of tears from cresting past your lashes, your teeth digging into the inside of your cheek.

“Come here.” Peter pulled you into a hug, letting you wrap around his body while he rubbed up and down your back. Your fingers dug into the material of his suit, tried to squeeze it so hard that it would take you from your thoughts – pull you from this body that never seemed to be on your side.

Pulling back, Peter wiped the tears from your cheeks before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry today hasn’t been good to you, and I would kick its ass for treating you like this if I could,” he said, earning a sad sort of laugh out of you.

“But you’re not some weak person incapable of handling things. I’m serious,” he said when you looked away, knowing that you were internally resisting his words. Pressing his forehead against yours, he continued. “First, your job is ridiculous for expecting you to give up your life for them. And second, you don’t need to accomplish a million things, or even one thing, to feel good about yourself. I know I’ve said it before, but your productivity does not define your self-worth, okay? I’m proud of you for making it through the day – I know it’s not always easy. But let’s start over and try again.”

Peter held you, making sure you heard his words loud and clear – forcing you to care about yourself as much as he did. Making his voice louder than the critical one inside your head. “I love you. Now, have you had anything to eat since lunch?” he asked, his voice so kind, like each word could somehow hold you together until you felt better.

You shook your head, sniffling once again. “I love you too.”

“Okay, I can quick grab some dinner and bring it back. What are you feeling?” He started to sit back on his heels, moving away just slightly.

Your hands held onto him harder, wordlessly pleading with him to stay. “Could you just order it for delivery?” you whispered, eyes fixated on the threads of the blanket.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll pull up a list of restaurants on my phone.” He came up on the bed, sitting against the headboard and pulling you into his chest. A few minutes passed as you scrolled through, willing yourself to find anything to eat.

Passing a burger place, Peter said, “I stopped a robber from stealing from that place last week. He didn’t appreciate my ‘Hamburglar’ jokes very much.”

You couldn’t stop from letting out a small laugh, pressing your face into his chest. “Do you really make conversation with the criminals you stop?”

He shrugged, a toothy smile spreading across his face. “Gotta make friends in this business somehow.”

Shaking your head, you just turned back to the list and picked out a place. “I’ll be right back,” Peter told you as he got up to grab his wallet, leaving you in the bed. 

The urge to crawl under the blanket again called to you in the cold absence of Peter, the wave of it nearly pushing you back into that mindset. But you held on, squeezing one of your hands with the other as you breathed through it.

You had this. You were capable, even when everything in the world tried to make you forget that. With a final wipe of your eyes, you slowly climbed from the bed and into the living room, one step at a time. Though your body tried telling you to go back and disappear, you kept going.

The sun still shined, the spring weather wafting into the apartment as you opened the window. It danced past you, placing warm kisses along your skin. 

You felt Peter walk up behind you, now dressed in sweats, wrapping his arms around your middle. Together, you watched the city breathe below. The skyline laid against a background of orange and yellow hues that you’d missed. A sunset you would’ve gone without had you stayed closed off under the blankets.

“Well I can’t fight the day if it’s going to look this beautiful,” Peter muttered as you laid your head back against his solid body. 

“What’s the point of having a superhero boyfriend if he can’t fight the universe for you?” You rested your arms on top of his, holding tight as you let out a dramatic sigh.

His hair brushed along you as he shook his head, a small smile on his face. Beside your ear, he whispered, “To do this.” His hand held onto you, picking you up like you weighed nothing as you let out a shriek.

He sat down on the couch, keeping you between his legs and your back to his chest. “I guess that is a perk,” you said, laughter shaking through your body. “Though… the remote is all the way over there.” You pointed over to the other side of the couch, just out of arm's reach.

“Also a good reason for a superhero boyfriend.” Peter shot his hand out toward it, webs snagging the remote.

He turned the TV on as you leaned back to look into his eyes, loving the bright glint they held. “Okay, you’ve proven yourself worthy. I’ll keep dating you.”

Even his dramatic sigh couldn’t hide his amusement, his complete adoration for you. “How generous of you. So glad I could be of service.”

The rumble of his laughter shook through you, leading a trail of warmth through your body. With your comfort movie playing on the TV, the two of you sat there. His chest rose and fell along with yours, breaths like watery swells crashing against one another. 

You only moved when the food arrived, Peter running down to grab it (but not before fixing you with a hard stare when you offered to grab it yourself.) 

Walking in with arms full a minute later, he called your name in a sing-songy voice. From behind his back, he pulled out more than just dinner. A bouquet full of colorful flowers sat in one hand while a drink from the cafe near your apartment sat in the other – the one you’d spilled earlier. 

In an instant, soft tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes as you looked at him and his nervous smile. “Thought this could help,” he said, handing you the drink and food. “You deserve it.”

“Peter…” you whispered as he started toward the kitchen. But you grabbed onto his arm, pulling him back onto the couch.

He flopped next to you, hair wild as he looked between you and the flowers. “But…” Though the look you gave him made him quickly give up. Peter couldn’t help being weak against any request you made.

The flowers were lovely, of course, but in the wave of emotion that filled your heart, you just wanted Peter right by your side. Setting everything else aside, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. Only the two of you existed in the moment, everything else disappearing. The movie continued on in the background, but you stayed there, with him.

In his embrace, you could feel the weight of his earlier words – his urge to be kind to yourself. You would certainly try, as you took small steps through life. And no, not every day was going to be easy. But they were easier with Peter.

[themelongum]

meeting eren in a classroom after he'd annoyed the shit out of reader

haven't posted about my wip here in a while, so here are some Eren crumbs for you <3

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

Monday came in a flash. With everything happening, I nearly forgot why I got here in the first place, but the early morning class in my schedule was a harsh reminder. Since none of my roommates were as lucky as me, I quietly got ready, breakfasted alone, and left the apartment with a lingering feeling of jealousy.

The road to the campus was only a twenty-minute walk, according to the GPS, so I opted to go by foot instead of waiting for a bus. Despite the early hour, the sun was already warming my skin enough for me to take the sunglasses out of my tote bag. Putting them on, I smiled to myself, feeling good in my first day outfit—an oversized milky sweatshirt, a dark-brown miniskirt, and a pair of loafers in a matching color—academia enough, but not too formal.

As a tall, Gothic-style tower with a spire came into my view, it wasn’t long before I stepped foot onto a green, extensive lawn, intersected by an organized layout of concrete paths. Besides the main building, there were two other structures. The one on the left had the very same spire I saw from afar, while the right one had a circular shape with a glass dome.

But the keystone of the campus was definitely a circular rotunda with two long wings. Made from limestone and brick, it had multiple columns and pointed arches with ornate carvings and reliefs adorning its walls. The only thing capable of stealing attention from the centerpiece was a large reflecting pool in front of it.

Before, I had only seen the pictures, but the University of Trost was much more impressive in person, especially at that time of the year, when the stone walls were drowned in greenery.

Walking through a grand hall, I mumbled under my nose, “Classroom 139… 139… Is it the right way?” Due to the early hour, my navigation was significantly complicated as I had not encountered anyone to ask for directions.

Finally getting to the room, I found myself the first one to arrive. I took a seat in the second row, at the table nearest to the window, so I could space out, observing the outside. Scrolling on my phone, I would lift my gaze every time someone walked in, but none of the faces looked familiar. Until one did.

With a backpack on his shoulder and his hands in the front pocket of his dark-gray hoodie, Eren carelessly walked to place himself at the table in the second row, one away from mine. I only noticed his sullen expression for a second, for I quickly averted my gaze from his figure. Or was it his tired face? Anyway, the only thing bothering me was the fact that, out of all people, he had to be in this class.

As time came closer to the start of the seminar, more and more people flooded the classroom. Soon, all the tables were taken except for the seat next to me and the one next to Eren. Just as I thought nobody else would come, a red-haired guy entered, making his way towards a table in the second row. Luckily, not mine.

Noticing the guy, Eren got up, and it looked like he was about to turn away before the former called him out. As they greeted each other, I heard the guy asking whether he could take the empty seat, and Eren gave the nod, mumbling something else. Only he didn’t sit back at his table, but instead came to plop right next to me.

“It’s taken,” I said without looking at him.

“By who?” He snapped his head in my direction.

“Not by you.”

“I’d say otherwise.”

Not finding the right words, I huffed and looked even further away from him. It was true; my only acquaintances were his own friends. Clearly my disadvantage.

It all went quiet when the door shut with a loud, echoing sound. A short, black-haired man, presumably in his thirties, walked into the classroom. Standing behind the lectern, he looked around the room with his piercing eyes, and I instantaneously realized it was better to pay attention, or else I would be screwed.

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[purpureumwrites]

Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 4 [Finale?]

Pairing: Azriel x Reader Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 Word count: 1.2k Warnings: Just one nsfw mention, Azriel is toxic Summary: Reader is half-breed witch, insecure but powerful, is finally moving on? Tagged: @fussel9913, @unknownspecies A/N: I'm a mess, that's why it has taken me a month to write this quite mediocre thing. Longer explanation after this, I'm probably just venting, you can totally skip it, thanks for reading <3 [So... I get kind of depressed in december every year. Something about the weather, the short days, christmas... Then I had a health scare, and now I'm spending New Year's Eve alone and the weird thing is, that even with people around I always get so sad every year, but this time, I don't know, I'm at peace or kind of, getting there , so I finished this the first day of 2023. I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I'm getting better little by little]

Between the constant trips to the Windhaven camp and the regular visits to the House of Wind, you had barely any time to dwell on anything. You grew used to Azriel's presence, having given up on the idea of something ever happening between you. There was a certain peace of mind that came with that resolution. Inspired by the exercise the girls did, you had started following Nesta whenever she went down the million stairs down. Even if you didn't get too far, it would get your heart pumping, which felt good. Once you had enough, you would sit down and wait for Nesta to come back up.

Your frienship with the valkyries had grown. You kept your distance with Gwyn but you had spent a lot of time with Emerie now, and you really liked her.

***

Azriel looked at the group of girls from the darkness of an alley. The four of them looked happy and tipsy. His eyes locked on the colourful dress that hugged every curve of your body. There was a glow to you that he had never seen before, not humans, not fae, something about your skin, the strange color of your eyes, the smell of magic on you... he could have spotted you in the middle of a crowd.

But he hadn't see you show off like that before, he wasn't sure you were even aware of how beautiful you looked that night. You pulled your dress down from time to time and tugged the fabric, not used to that kind of clothing, he assumed.

Nesta suddenly pointed to her right and the group followed inside the place. Through the windows, Azriel could see it was cramped. Some people danced, others just drank. He lost sight of you once the door closed behind you.

He should leave now. Actually, he should have never followed you there. He had developed an ever-growing obsession with you ever since that day in your bedroom. He had found you attractive since he first saw you, but he thought you had paid him no mind. Until that sudden outburst you had. Since then, he had been using the lotion you gave him on his hands before masturbating to the thought of you. And after weeks, when he had finally decided he had to find a way to approach you, he found you and the other girls leaving the House of Wind and laughing about having a crazy night.

He had no right to be there and yet, there he was, he couldn’t stop himself. And he couldn’t go into the place and drag you away either. So he waited. For two hours. Until the group left again. You followed a few steps behind the other three women and, he frowned as he clenched his fists, you had company.

A blonde, fit fae walked next to you, apparently sharing some hilarious story with you. He watched his hand touching casually your shoulder. Too flirty, too smiley, too arrogant. He could feel his blood boil. Still, nothing he could do about it, or he risked looking like a psychopath that had spent the whole night following you secretly.

After Cassian appeared and took Nesta and Gwyn back to the House of Wind, you, Emerie and the male fae went into the house Feyre and Rhysand had left for the rest of the Inner Circle. He cursed under his breath.

***

You hadn’t had such a fun night in… maybe ever? The girls had insisted on going out, having a few drinks and doing some dancing. You didn’t even look like you, or that’s hwo you felt. You were wearing a beautiful, tight dress, your hair and makeup were all done, and the shots you had drank before leaving were making you feel some kind of way.

You had even met a guy at the bar, a handsome, charismatic fae, that seemed enticed with you. By the time you got to the house, you were feeling a bit more than tipsy. Emerie walked up to sleep in one of the empty rooms while you two went into the kitchen to have your last drink together.

As soon as your lips left the glass, another pair of lips pressed onto them. You found yourself lost in the motion, the heat growing inside you, the feeling of his fingers between your hair. When one of his hands travelled down to your ass, you pushed his chest away.

It was going so fast, maybe too fast. You weren’t a virgin, but you were still quite inexperienced and had never even contemplated the idea of a one-night stand. You needed a second to take a breath, so you excused yourself to the bathroom.

You were moving on and you had been presented a chance to let loose. You could give it a try this one time and see how you like it.

You went back to the kitchen. Empty. Both glasses on the table and no one to be seen. Confused, you called out for him, wondering if maybe he was wandering around the house. Nothing. He had just left. He had just left? Confused, you stomped your way up to your room.

You stopped on your feet when you reached the last step. A dark figure rested against your bedroom door.

Please, not now.

You held his gaze for a few moments before gathering the strength to make your way to him.

“You’re drunk”, Azriel stated in a low, velvety tone.

“Did you do something?”

Silence.

“Of course you did… Get away from my door”

“I wanted to see you”, he confessed.

“You can see me tomorrow”

“You don't need him”

“Who are you to decide that? And since when do you even fucking care?"

The combination of the alcohol and the sudden confusion was overwhelming enough to not let you process what was happening.

“Get inside”, he demanded, turning the knob and opening the door.

But it felt like your feet were stuck to the floor. Until a hand firmly, but gently, pushed you through the threshold. The door closed behind you and he turned on a small lamp in the corner.

"I like you"

"What are you talking about?", you answered exasperated.

"Don't play stupid. You're not as subtle as you think you are"

"That's... " Your cheeks would have gone rosey if they hadn’t been since you left the bar. "That was weeks ago! I'm sure you have noticed the man I came with and that you probably haunted out of this house? You don't get to do this, you know? To wait until I have finally started to move on to decide I'm worth of your attention", you took a pause. "What is it? Decided to change your current fixation?"

“Stop being a brat”

“No, you st-”

His lips suddenly pressed yours. He quickly held your wrists, anticipating that you would struggle the moment he made his move. You gave up quickly, distracted by the heat that was surging through your body and the experienced movement of his tongue against yours. Just a few seconds later, he slid his hands down your forearms into your waist.

When your mouths finally separated, you held onto his shirt, knees weak and heart pounding on your chest.

He smiled proudly.

“We will be having a long talk about this”, you frowned.

“As you wish, love. We will have all the talks you want”

[separatist-apologist]

Right Where You Left Me

If our love died young, I can't bear witness

Chapter 14: All Good Things

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | AO3

Summary: All good things must come to an end

That first, wailing cry pulled Lucien from bed. Just beside him, Elain lay face down on the pillow. He knew she’d only just fallen asleep an hour before. She lifted her head, searching in the dark for the source of what had woken her. He heard the softest moan of horror slip past her teeth.

“I’ve got it,” he said, already padding towards the door. 

“You have to be up in the morning,” she protested, not moving from her spot beneath the blankets. With his mother managing Elain’s bakery, she was taking the maternity leave she’d been denied with Ivy. Lucien was learning what it meant to be a father…and Elain was doing her best to let him help. It was a strange push-pull between them. Elain was so used to doing everything alone that she merely went back into that mode, and Lucien often felt as if he were in her way. 

“Go back to sleep,” he urged, not bothering to offer a rebuttal to her assertion that he had to work. Of course he did. Why did she deserve exhaustion and he a robust night of sleep? They’d made this baby together.

And Lucien wanted to make more. God, he wanted more kids, and thus, felt he had to prove he was worthy to do it again. That meant creeping past Ivy’s room for her wailing brother, thrashing tiny fists against the undone swaddle he was wrapped in. That, he supposed, was the source of Soren’s anger—he wanted to be tight in his blanket, if only to pretend he was still tucked up inside Elain.

Lucien scooped him out of the crib, pressing his nose along the vibrant red curls dusting his head. Elain had given him a bath after he’d puked up half his dinner. Soren was a messy–but happy–baby. 

“Give me a second,” Lucien urged his son, who settled the moment he realized he was pressed against someone's chest. Lucien was quick to pull his shirt off with one arm so Soren could rest his chubby little cheek against Lucien’s skin.

“Mommy says we’re not supposed to sleep together,” he said, padding down the hall for the living room. Soren would be up again in two hours to eat. If Lucien merely stayed awake, he could also fit in a morning bottle before he had to go to work. He’d be useless, but he had no cases that day, which meant he could lock his door for half the day and sleep at his desk.

“What she doesnt know won’t hurt her,” Lucien declared, plopping into a chair in the living room. He took the opportunity to re-swaddle Soren before perching himself in the chair, the baby in the middle of his chest. Soren was already asleep, his little lips shaped into a small oh as he breathed.

Lucien ran his fingers through that silken hair, mesmerized that something so tiny could exist at all. He could hold the baby in just the palm of his hand, could fit Soren’s whole body on his upper chest. Lucien caught himself staring sometimes, drinking in the little creature with parted lips.

They’d made this. 

He felt a pang of yearning that he’d missed all of it with Ivy. By the time he’d met her, she’d been a big girl who could write her own name and had more opinions on the color pink than Lucien did about politics. 

“Daddy?”

As though his thoughts had summoned her, Ivy stood at the bottom steep clutching a little white unicorn in one hand while she rubbed her eyes with the other. Her red curls stuck up at odd angles and her little body was clad in matching pink and white unicorn cat pajamas, of which Ivy affectionately called unicat jammies. 

“What are you doing up, baby?” he asked, beckoning for her to join him. Soren’s swing was sitting in the center of the living room and Lucien very carefully—and quickly—slid the swaddled baby into the center basket before turning it on to sway gently.

Ivy took Soren’s place in Lucien’s lap, chin tilted to look up at him.

“The baby is loud,” Ivy told him, allowing Lucien to drape a blanket around the two of them. “And you said I wasn’t allowed to wake up mommy.”

Lucien pressed a kiss to the top of Ivy’s head. “That’s right. It’s important we let mommy sleep.”

Ivy grunted, her disapproval plain. Ivy loved waking up Elain, though not to be mean. She was merely a little girl who liked her mom’s time and attention, and was, perhaps, feeling a little left out now that everyone was paying so much attention to her little brother.

“Did you do this when I was a baby?” she asked him.

Lucien’s chest constricted. He didn’t know what to say—his first instinct was to lie, to tell her of course he had. She knew he hadn’t. Lucien pressed his nose against her hair, drinking in the sweet scent of the strawberry shampoo Elain had used earlier that night.

“I wanted to,” he finally settled on. That was the truth, and simple enough he thought Ivy would understand. 

“Why didn’t you?” she pressed. 

It would have been so much easier to blame Elain. To lay it all at her feet, to say that Elain had taken Ivy and kept her a secret so Lucien could have a life he just barely wanted at the time. And it would have been a betrayal of his soon-to-be-wife, who’d given him a gift, even if she’d been forced into it. 

Lucien could give his family all the things they deserved because Elain had let him go. He could take care of them the way he’d wanted when he’d been that stupid teenager dreaming about his life one day. Elain could stay at home, or work at her bakery without worrying about bills, or money. 

“I was in school,” he finally said, because that was true too. “But I was always thinking about you.”

She smiled, snuggling closer. “Can we watch the cat show?”

She’d be asleep in twenty minutes, assuming Lucien didn’t fall asleep first and the lure of the pantry pulled her from his lap. That was a real risk, given how tired Lucien was and how Ivy did not seem to need the same amount of sleep other humans did. How many times had she fallen asleep in the backseat of his car for twenty minutes only to then be awake until midnight? 

Too many. 

Lucien turned on the television, careful to keep the volume just low enough Ivy could hear without disturbing Elain and her superhuman hearing. He swore she could hear a cat sneeze down the block—could practically hear the thoughts in his head.

Lucien didn’t know which of them fell asleep first. He did know that he didn’t wake up to an alarm, given his phone was upstairs. And it was his five am alarm going off upstairs that brought Elain down looking for him.

He was startled awake when her knuckles brushed over his cheek. Soren was still passed out in the swing, Ivy sprawled over his lap while the television played another episode of the cat cartoon Ivy had requested. 

“Wild night?” Elain teased, looking far too pretty for the early morning. Lucien tried to remember how long he was supposed to abstain from sex. Was it six weeks? Eight? If he just used his mouth, it didn’t count, right? 

Elain, blissfully unaware of the slant of his thoughts, tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Want breakfast.” “

Yes,” Lucien said, well aware there was far too much heat in his voice. Elain rolled her eyes, not bothering to dignify him with a response. Lucien was careful not to disturb Ivy, he laid her in the chair, head propped against the cushioned arm and tucked beneath their heavy cream blanket so he could chase after Elain.

“I’m being serious,” he whispered, catching her around the waist. “The kids are asleep. What if we went upstairs—”

“The minute your pants are off, the baby is going to want to eat,” Elain reminded him.

“I’ll be quick, then,” Lucien grinned, lowering his mouth for a kiss. 

She shook her head, fingers tangling in his hair. “You won’t be. You know you won’t. You’ll get distracted and then you’ll be alone in the shower with nothing but thoughs of me.”

“I’m willing to risk it,” Lucien murmured, kissing her again. She smelled sweet, like vanilla and something he couldn’t put his finger on. Lucien was all too happy to just prop her up on the kitchen island and have her here. He’d forgotten for one blissful moment that they were parents, his hand groping her breast through her night shirt. Elain arched, moaning softly into his mouth.

This was happening. Lucien was already far too excited, and that excitement was like a beacon to their children.

A soft wail pulled Elain away before they’d ever done more than a little making out. Still—given how most nights they fell face first into a pillow, asleep before they could even say good night, Lucien counted it as a win. 

“Still got it, babe,” he told her with a grin, slapping her ass lightly as she turned away from him. 

“This is how we keep becoming pregnant,” Elain complained, her cheeks stained pink with delight. 

“That’s my charm,” Lucien informed her, turning for the kitchen. She’d offered to make him breakfast, but Lucien now found himself in the unique position of being able to make Elain a meal—a rare thing, given how often she shooed him out of the kitchen. 

“You’re a menace,” she replied, his voice a loud whisper. 

Lucien tied his hair back off his face and turned for the fridge. Elain had made filling for what he assumed would be cream puffs—Ivy’s favorite—and had cookie dough chilling for a later project. Lucien shuffled some things around, pulling out linked sausages and debating on if he’d made waffles or he’d make eggs.

He settled on waffles. 

He had them both going by the time Elain padded back in, holding a bright-eyed Soren in her arms.

“Hey buddy,” Lucien smiled, earning a gummy smile in return. “Are you awake?”

He garbled out a response, little fists flailing to punctuate his point.

“You didn’t have to do this. You’re going to be late,” Elain chided. Lucien kissed her cheek first before blowing a loud raspberry on Soren’s cheek. The baby giggled with delight. 

“I wanted to,” Lucien told her, scooping the baby from her arms. “Go take a shower. Go. I’ve got this.”

Elain hesitated for a second, still holding Soren while Lucien prayed she’d leave. 

You can trust me.

She handed him the baby, in a fresh diaper and a clean onesie. “I’ll be quick.” she said. 

Lucien sighed with exasperation. “I’m already late, baby! Take your time.”

By the time Elain returned, Lucien had Ivy dressed for school, her lunch made, and at the table, coating her face in syrup while he pulled her hair off her face in an attempt to keep her pretty curls from the sticky mess. Elain had taken her time, floating down the stairs looking like his every fantasy come to life, despite being fully clothed. In his imagination, they dropped the kids off at his mother's and he fucked her against every surface in their home until he was pregnant again, but that could wait. 

“Your turn,” Elain told him, kissing him on the cheek while Ivy loudly ewwww’d. Lucien pulled the second twist tie around Ivy’s hair, creating perfect little buns on her head. It had only taken him four tries to get it right. He’d leave Elain to clip the pink bows into her hair.

He was four steps from the steps when Elain, with a sly smile on her face, called. “I was thinking about you up there.”

He turned, his whole body igniting at the suggestive thread wrapped around those words. Elain winked, picking up a hair bow.

“You think about daddy?” Ivy exclaimed. In his little swing just beside the table, Soren chewed on one of his unsocked feet, brown eyes wide as though he, too, wanted that question answered.

“All the time,” Elain agreed sweetly. 

Lucien smiled.

She wasn’t the only one.

ELAIN:

“Mommy,” Ivy asked impatiently, picking at the lace on her dress. “Are we going to be late?”

“No,” she lied, because they absolutely were. She’d made her own wedding cake and all she had to do was pick it up, put it in her car, and drive to the venue. Instead, Elain was separating dough for cookies and portioning out macaron filling because she apparently couldn’t help herself.

She’d only just started working again, and Lucien was about to whisk her away to the Caribbean for a week. She wanted everything to be perfect. 

Ivy didn’t believe her.

“Daddy is going to be worried,” Ivy reminded Elain, stomping her little heeled feet. “I heard him tell Uncle Eris he thought you’d change your mind. Are you?”

“Am I what?” Elain asked absently, only half listening to Ivy’s recriminations.

“Going to change your mind?”

Elain looked up. She was going to wreck her wedding dress if she wasn’t careful, which in turn, would forever spoil the pictures Lucien had paid so much money for. Elain glanced at the clock. Lucien would panic when Arina informed him she wasn’t there, given she had ten minutes to get to the museum they were to be married in and that seemed too cruel given how excited she was to marry him.

“Of course not,” Elain told Ivy, putting away her filling with only a small pang of regret. Work would be here when she returned, she reminded herself. And if Elain was honest with herself, she was, perhaps, testing Lucien one last time. Would he wait? If she came late, would he still be waiting for her, or would he finally realize it was all too much and leave? 

Not that Elain could say that to Ivy, who was annoyed she’d been roped into this last minute errand when what she really wanted was to be sandwiched between Grandma Amera and Grandpa Helion, fawned over and showered in gifts. 

“Do you love daddy?” Ivy continued. It was her favorite question. Did they love Soren, did Lucien love Elain, did Elain love her? Elain bit her bottom lip.

“Of course I love daddy.”

“Then let's go,” Ivy said. Elain offered her a smile before carefully balancing the box that held her cake in one hand. Elain used the other to hold up the length of her ivory gown, not wanting to dirty the train that trailed like spilling sunlight behind her. 

Elain and Ivy stepped onto the sidewalk, making their way around the brick building for Elain’s car. As they walked, a man across the street hollered, “Hey pretty mama, where you headed!”

Ivy whipped around before Elain could roll her eyes. Her vivid, auburn curls gleamed in the early afternoon light as she screamed, “She’s not your mommy, she’s my mommy!” 

Elain burst out laughing. Ivy looked ready to throw down, her little hands curled into fists. She was the spitting image of Lucien just then—russet eyes wholly focused on the subject of her ire. Her nose—Lucien’s nose—was scrunched, forming two little lines on her forehead just like Lucien’s when he was flustered. Her golden brown skin seemed to glow, and not just from the glitter she’d painted all over her cheeks when Elain wasn’t looking.

“When my daddy finds out you said that, he’s going to be really mad!”

“Okay, get in the car,” Elain laughed, ushering Ivy into her seat. “You’ve avenged me.”

“He said you were his mommy!” Ivy declared, still indignant. Elain looked up at the man who’d tried to pay her a poor compliment and found him walking away, smiling to himself. He’d found Ivy just as charming as she had, which Elain decided was a good omen on her wedding day.

Ivy chattered as Elain drove, one eye on the clock, the other on the road. She was late by a minute by the time she pulled into the circular drive in front of the museum and handed her keys over to the valet. 

Eris Vanserra was strolling out, eyes narrowed. “You’re late,” he said, his voice rich with recrimination even as he crouched to scoop up Ivy in her pretty, flouncy dress. “Lucien is in a panic.”

“I had to get my cake,” Elain lied, well aware Eris saw straight through her. “It’s only a minute.”

“It’ll be ten by the time you get that cake to reception and—”

“Oh thank God,” Arina interrupted, coming down the front steps of the museum as Elain, Eris, and Ivy came up them. Arina was holding Soren in his little tux, unaware of how Eris’s mouth slackened for a moment.

“Lucien is panicking. I’ve been stalling, but—”

“It’s just a minute,” Elain protested, even though she knew that wasn’t true. She’d done this on purpose and now she was paying for it. Lucien, who’d never done anything but love her, was just as afraid Elain was going to walk away. 

“Here,” Eris readjusted Ivy so he could take Soren from Arina. Elain caught the eldest Vanserra sliding his nose through the baby’s curls and wondered if he was hoping for a family someday, too. “Take the cake upstairs. Go quick,” he added, not needing to tell Arina twice. 

Arina flashed Elain a dazzling smile, holding the white box in both hands with the same gentle care she’d held Elain’s baby. Eris’s cheeks darkened, though whether that was from Arina’s pretty smile or holding two children as he made his way up those stone cut steps, Elain didn’t know.

Didn’t ask. 

Not as they were ushered into the large atrium filled with regular patrons, all staring as she swanned in wearing that simple, ivory gown. She’d pulled half her hair from her face with delicate pearl pins and kept her make-up light and easy given she was certain she was going to break down sometime before the night was over. 

“Give Arina a second,” Eris warned, pushing the button to the elevator that would take them up to the private ballroom. “I’ll let Lucien know all is well.”

Elain nodded, running her hands nervously down the side of her dress. The mirrored doors pulled open and Eris, in a rare moment of vulnerability, asked, “Were you planning to leave?”

Elain looked up at the eldest Vanserra, a child in both arms. “No,” she said.

She meant it. She might have been late on purpose, but Elain had always meant to come. Eris nodded.

“Good. Because ah…” he cleared his throat and pushed the number four that would take her to Lucien. “Because we love you. Not just your kids. I ah…I thought you should know that.”

Maybe she’d start crying now. 

The doors pulled open and Eris strolled out, taking Ivy with him. Ivy was supposed to throw flowers to the floor, and the only explanation Elain could think of for why Eris had taken her eldest was to reassure his brother that Elain had arrived and everything was going to continue as planned. 

She made her way down a long hall made of marble and gold leaf, with windows that stretched the length so she had a perfect view overlooking the immaculate grounds. There was a little dressing room Elain did not need, but offered her one last moment to take a breath and remind herself that this was what she’d always wanted.

What she’d always hoped for.

Too afraid to ever admit it, even when Lucien had left and she’d been alone, she’d still dreamt of him coming back and making everything right. Of telling her he would have stayed, that he wanted the family, the small life—her. 

It was surreal to realize in just a few short moments she’d get it. Elain took a breath, and then another. 

Arina knocked on the door. “Crazy, huh?” she asked, sweeping a blonde curl off her face. “Remember when we were trying to get rid of him?”

Elain smiled. “Yeah.”

“Called Nesta and everything,” Arina laughed. It was funny, now, considering Elain hadn’t put up much of a fight before she was inviting him back to her place, desperate to touch him one last time. 

“And now we’re getting married,” Elain murmured, looking back out a window.

“If you did want to run, I wouldn’t stop you,” Arina told her. “Though, I don’t think Eris is giving back your kids.”

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” Elain assured her best friend. Arina nodded, pulling Elain in for a hug.

“Then I’ll see you out there.”

Elain had been right that she’d cry. She started the second she saw Lucien standing there, his hair tied neatly off his face, body clad in an immaculate suit that fit perfectly. He saw her first and swiped away a tear, laughing with a mix of embarrassment and awe. Elain hadn’t expected Lucien to show such an open display of affection and by the time she reached him, she was grateful for the waterproof mascara.

“You look beautiful,” he’d whispered, which started a fresh round of tears. Elain cried through Lucien’s vows and her own, and she cried again when he put that gold band around her finger. Their officiant declared them married and Lucien, instead of kissing her first, pulled her against him in a rough, tight hug. Fingers digging into her skin, he held her like he expected her to evaporate.

And then he kissed her, laughing the entire time, not because anything was funny, but because he couldn’t believe what was happening. It was all a blur, then—signing the paperwork to change not just her own last name, but Ivy’s (of which, Eris whisked away and tucked into his jacket pocket as if to say no takebacks), pictures and dances, and so much food.

By the time Elain managed to catch her breath, it was all over. Ivy was passed out on Helion's chest, her shoes discarded somewhere on the dance floor. Arina had Soren cradled in one arm, her head on Eris’s shoulder. Elain’s sisters had their legs in their husband's laps, flushed and sweaty and more than a little drunk. 

They’d go home alone that night, their kids split between the Archeron’s and the Vanserra’s. Elain trusted their new, combined family would take good care of the baby’s, though she kissed them both awake all the same. 

Lucien, stone cold sober and bright-eyed as he drove them home. “Are you happy?” he asked her when they pulled into the drive. Elain grinned, unable to respond given Lucien had jogged from his door to hers so he could not only pull her out, but sweep her up into his arms. 

“Sorry I made you wait,” Elain told him instead, kissing the side of his cheek, smooth from his careful shave that morning.

“I would have waited my whole life if I knew it was leading to a night like this,” he replied, not realizing she’d meant she was sorry for making him wait on the wedding. Elain started to explain herself, but Lucien had gotten the door open and had rendered any further apologies silent with a sweet kiss. 

“I would have waited a hundred lifetimes,” he added, keeping her in his arms to take her up the stairs and to their shared bed. One of Ivy’s stuffed toys—a massive elephant Elain remembered from before Lucien—lay over the neatly made bed. Elain kicked off her shoes and reached for it, setting the toy on the nightstand beside her bed.

Lucien joined her, not bothering to undress. 

There would be time for that. Sliding his fingers over her forehead to brush errant strands of hair from her sticky face, Lucien looked like a man discovering the sun for the very first time. 

“You mean everything to me.”

Elain leaned up, just enough to kiss him back. “I love you, too, Lucien.”

She’d been waiting for him, too.