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clus444 · 3 months ago

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Love and Deepspace p2

Sylus x Black!reader (Ofc anyone can read)

I stand by this ending lmao. But i really didn't know how to end it. Anywaysss, enjoy!Slightly edited! ---------------------------------------------------

*NIP NIP NIP*

I groan as I shift my head to my window. I blink a few times to get the blurry spots out of my eyes.

*NIP NIP NIP*

"What the...," I sit up and huff," What," I zombie walk my way to open the window. I feel a light breeze pass through, close my eyes, and breathe in the air. (So dreamyy)

*Cawk Cawk* Mephisto hops up and down to get my attention. It's impatiently waving a paper between his little but sharp beak.

"It's too early for this amount of attitude," I grasp the paper from his beak, a little harsher than intended. The paper is an off-creme color, folded and wax-sealed, red with a crow-shaped pendant in the middle. Mephisto taps his beak on the window cill and turns his face to the side to focus his eye.

I hide the smile threatening to come out at Mephisto's actions. Despite his butt face of an owner, Mephisto can be good company. I stand up with my left knee cracking a little(It's a real problem.)I go to my kitchen, go straight to my drawers, and grab a quarter I had. I return to my bedroom and put the coin on the window sill," Now get off my property."

*CawkCawk*

I sit on my bed and open the letter.

-You've had time to calm down. Now, unblock me.

-Sylus

P.S. Forgiveness does not change the past, my love, but allow it to enlarge our future.

Rendition of Paul Boese

I scoff at whatever I just read. Space? I have no proof, but over this past week, I have felt someone's eyes on me when I'm walking home from work, or when I'm on a mission with Xavier, don't even remind me of when I had to meet up with the twins to get my stuff.

I'll drop dead before I admit this to them but I will miss them. They always made me laugh, included me in things so I wouldn't feel left out, and picked up the pieces from some of Sylus and my earlier fights.

I go through my morning routine, trying to give myself time to feel hungry to eat some breakfast. I'm going to get over Sylus. Whether It's to get under someone else or egg Sylus's house to get some petty revenge for my heart. I finish up in the bathroom and head downstairs for a light breakfast of fruit loops. I decide to be extra, adding strawberries and a little honey on the side.

When I finish I almost cross the hallway to the living room but stop when a knock sounds. I head for the door and look through the peephole. Annoyance crawled up dug its way into my ass and burrowed in my head. " What do you want," I question Sylus's smug face at my door. He stops leaning on my door and walks me back into my house, closing the door with his foot as a locking sound catches my attention.

He backs me to a wall," You took too long to unblock me. I wanted to apologize the right way, but you just...," he trails off looking me up and down. I shiver under his gaze but fix him with a glare. He smirks as he leans down and brushes our lips together. I turn my face away from him.

"Do I look like a pawn shop? You can't just flash me a pretty smile and think I'll give you my jewels," I push on his shoulders to get some distance. He backs up with a puzzled look on his face," Wouldn't I be the pawn dealer since I give you all of my money, or are you the pawn dealer because I want..." He trails off but quickly follows up by moving his hand to cup my heat.

Now...I never claimed to be the world's strongest soldier. I also value the saying actions speak louder than words. So! Just as anyone else, who could deny being princess carried to my bed, laid on my back, and shorts hastily off. He pushes my legs apart and up. He kisses my thighs before backing up and smacking my cheek. I yelp as I glare at him, a warning on the tip of my tongue.

He leans down to my pussy and presses a kiss to my folds, where my clit lays. His tongue slides out of his mouth and softly licks my clit. I roll my eyes as I threaten him in my head, to not tease for long. He smirks at my shiver and looks up to connect eyes. He slowly licks up from my hole up to my clit. My hip buck as my breath gets caught in my throat." I'll give you three reasons to forgive me," is all he says as he blows on my clit and starts lightly sucking it. I push my hips down towards his mouth as he hungrily eats me out.

My legs clench around his head and I hear an annoyed huff before he wraps an arm around my hips to pin me to the bed. He stations his other hand on my thigh and pushes down so, my folds part and show my flowing juices. "Be good for me, kitten." He dives back into my flowing abyss. My back arches as I whimper," Jus'...like tha'," I moan. He feasts with a hunger I hadn't seen in him before. He pulls back and takes his hand on my thigh and uses it to draw quick circles on my clit.

" I neglected my poor kitten and instead of licking her wounds clean, I poured salt in them," I'm wet enough that he's able to slide two long, thick fingers into me. He pumps slowly before picking up speed and curling his fingers towards my spot. "ahh...ha," my mouth hangs open as I feel my peak coming strong. A pressure building in my lower abdomen. He takes his fingers out before sucking the liquid on his fingers. His eyes close in pleasure and takes them out.

He starts drinking from my hole like a man that was left in the middle of nowhere. "P-pleasee... D-on't stop," I cry out as he attacks my clit. My body tenses as my peak hits me. My body spasms against him but Sylus just grips tighter and continues to swirl his tongue on my clit. I whine and whimper, "S... stylus." I begin squirming and my hole clenches around nothing. He pauses his minstriations," Color? If you want to stop I will, I can make it up to you in other ways." I suck in deep breaths.

I blink at him and think about it. While yes, I would like to get head and possibly fucked into the sheets. The problem is still there and the haze of sex is covering it. "Green... But as much as I want to continue. I want us to talk it out," I feel a sense of vulnerability in the air. I shift uncomfortably from it but don't shed away from his eye contact. My heart picks up speed as he lets my legs down. He rubs my thighs and sits beside me on the bed," Let's talk kitten."

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pinchofhoney · 2 years ago

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the last goodbye, part two

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pedro pascal x fem!reader

world count: 5.2k

warning: angst, age gap (the reader is in her mid 20s), mention of smoking, mention of drinking alcohol

summary: All men do is messing with your head.

a/n: i’m incredibly proud of myself that the first part evoked such emotions in you. i was totally not expecting this, as i wrote it at a time when i wasn’t in a good place mentally, feeling terrible after losing my pet. if you feel disappointed by the lack of gripping action, i apologize (not really). i don't want to rush things, i want their emotions to sink into your soul✨

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As you slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, your tired eyes flickered open, gradually adjusting to the blinding brightness of the white ceiling looming above you. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you struggled to shake off the weariness that clung to your body like a heavy blanket. It was difficult to tell how many hours you had slept, but it certainly didn't feel like enough.

You shifted your weight and let out a groan as your muscles protested against the movement. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, leaving you drained and achy. It's funny how mental anguish can affect your body. With a sense of resignation, you rolled over onto your side, wincing at the pain that shot through your joints. Your hand fumbled around in the air until it found the offending alarm clock, blaring its obnoxious tune throughout the bedroom.

You muttered a curse under your breath as you pressed the button to silence the alarm. Despite your reluctance to start the day, you knew that you couldn't afford to linger in bed any longer. With a deep breath, you swung your legs over the edge of the mattress and forced yourself to stand up. Another day, another- You wished you could say slay, but not today. Another set of challenges to face? More likely.

As you sluggishly made your way towards the bathroom, thoughts of Pedro crept back into your mind. It had only been two weeks since he broke up with you, but it felt like an eternity. The pain was still raw and fresh, and you struggled to make sense of it all.

Every moment you had shared with him played out in your mind like a movie, and you analyzed each one, searching for some clue, some sign of what went wrong. But it was like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces – there was no explanation, no clear reason why he had ended things so abruptly.

You had loved him with all your heart and trusted him like no one before, but in the end, he had shattered your heart into a million pieces, leaving you to pick up the fragments and try to put them back together. The moment Pedro said those fateful words, the trust you had built up in him crumbled to dust in the blink of an eye. And now, you found yourself spiraling into an absurd mania, constantly questioning whether anyone in your life would leave you just like he did.

The fear of being abandoned consumed you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that everyone you cared about was destined to disappear. It was a toxic mindset, but it was deeply ingrained in you since childhood and one that you couldn't seem to escape.

On the one hand, you wanted to reach out to your friends, to let out all the pain and heartbreak that you've been holding in, but at the same time, you didn't want to burden them with your problems or risk pushing them away, so instead, you buried your emotions deep inside, hiding behind a mask of indifference and detachment. It was easier that way, at least you tried to tricked yourself in believing it was. But the truth was, the pain was eating away at you from the inside out, and you didn't know how much longer you could keep up that fake smile.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go back in time, to before everything fell apart, to the days when you were happy and carefree, but you knew that wasn't possible. All you could do was try to pick up the pieces and move forward, even though it felt like an impossible task.

Your days had become a blur of schoolwork and long shifts at the movie theater. It was a grind, but it kept you busy and distracted from the pain of your shattered heart. At least, that's what you thought, again.

Despite your best efforts to move on, your mind kept drifting back to Pedro. Every time you walked by the coffee shop where you used to have your morning cup of coffee with him, you couldn't help but look inside, hoping he would be there. You even went inside a few times, ordered a coffee, and sat down, pretending to read a book or browse your phone, all while stealing glances around the room. But he was never there, and you always left feeling disappointed and foolish.

Even going to the gym in the evenings, which used to be your solace, had become a source of anxiety. You couldn't shake the feeling that everyone there knew about your breakup with Pedro and was silently judging you. As you ran on the treadmill, you felt self-conscious and exposed, as if all your flaws and vulnerabilities were on display for everyone to see.

And yet, despite all of this, you still couldn't resist the urge to go to the places where you used to go with Pedro. You found yourself walking past his favorite pizza place, just to catch a whiff of the familiar scent of marinara sauce and melted cheese. You even drove by his street once, just to see if his car was parked outside his house. You knew it was ridiculous, but you couldn't help yourself. The pain of losing him was too great, and the thought of never seeing him again was almost unbearable.

Actually saying that you will never see him again was an overstatement. Despite the heartbreak he had caused you, he was the hottest topic in entire Hollywood and beyond. His star power had skyrocketed, and his charming looks and hoarse laughter made (not only) teenage girls swoon all over the world. His photos and videos seemed to be everywhere, constantly popping up on your Instagram and Twitter feeds, taunting you with reminders of what you had lost. He was a viral sensation, and it was impossible to escape the constant barrage of Pedro's updates – a stark reminder that he was out there living his life while you were struggling to move on.

You stood in front of the mirror, studying your reflection with a heavy heart. Your once bright eyes were now surrounded by a rim of redness, and dark circles that looked like bruises appeared to have taken permanent residence beneath them. Your hair was a mess, its strands sticking out in every direction, as if it was trying to mimic the chaos you felt inside. Your skin was pale and lifeless, a far cry from its former glowing self. Just fourteen days ago, you were a different person, filled with happiness, with Pedro by your side. And now, everything was in shambles.

You shook off the memories and forced yourself to focus on the present, on getting dressed and making it to your classes on time. It was a challenge, but you tried to keep thoughts of Pedro at bay, knowing that dwelling on the past would only make the pain worse. You grabbed your bag, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the streets of Los Angeles.

As you stepped out into the blinding glare of the sun, the sounds of the bustling city enveloped you. Cars honked, people chatted, and a cool breeze caressed your face, but everything seemed distant and unimportant. You repeated to yourself the mantra to take things one step at a time, hoping that each step would lead you closer to healing the wounds Pedro had done to you.

But little did you know, he was also battling his own demons, struggling to come to terms with his actions and the hurt he had caused you. It was a cruel irony that both of you were struggling in your own ways, and neither of you knew the full extent of the other's pain.

“Pedro?” the sound of his own name snapped him out of the recesses of his head and effectively brought him down to earth. He blinked several times, trying to adjust to the bright lights shining in his direction. Looking around, he realized he was on the set of the advertisement he was working on.

The confused director approached him, placing his hands on his hips in a pretentious position. “What's going on, man?” he asked, clearly annoyed. “It's just a minute clip, all you have to say right now is to catch grandma, you have to think like grandma,” he threw his hands in the air in exasperation, then placed the fingers of one hand on the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Pedro tried to focus on the director's words, but his mind was still clouded with thoughts of you. He couldn't believe how he had treated you a day after your first anniversary, telling you that he suddenly stopped having feelings for you and breaking your heart. The day after the anniversary, which he didn't even show up for, because he didn't have the courage to do so. To look into your smiling eyes, having in the back of his mind what he had been planning for some time. The guilt was eating him alive, and he found himself replaying the scene of your breakup in his head over and over again.

He remembered very well how your face crumpled with sadness and confusion as he told you the news. How you asked him to reconsider, to give your relationship another chance. How you cried and asked him what you had done wrong. He didn't have the answers then, and he still didn't have them now.

Pedro's heart simply sank as he realized that he had made a mistake the very next day after the breakup. He had let go of someone who loved him unconditionally, someone who had been there for him through thick and thin. And for what? Because he suddenly stopped feeling the way he used to? He couldn't even be sure if that was true. Perhaps it was just a minor crisis that he could have resolved if he had spoken to you honestly.

The director ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “You know what, Pedro? Take a break. Get some fresh air and clear your head. We can't afford to waste the whole day on this stupid phone game ad. Let's reconvene in 20 minutes,” he barked, his irritation palpable. Without bothering to wait for Pedro's response, he stormed off, leaving Pedro.

His eyes flitted around the room, taking in the frustrated expressions of the crew members. They had all been waiting for him to get his lines right, but he had been too distracted to focus on the task at hand. He was wasting the time and resources of his colleagues and he felt ashamed because of that.

As the director snapped out orders to the rest of the team, Pedro swiped his hand over his tired face, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath his fingertips. He let out a deep sigh, feeling drained both physically and emotionally. His mind was consumed with thoughts of what could have been, of what he had lost because of his own recklessness. He needed some space to clear his head.

Without a word, he left the building and made his way out to the back of one of the buildings in Los Angeles. The cool breeze brushed against his face, providing a much-needed respite from the chaos of the set. He let out a long breath, trying to calm himself.

It wasn't easy to pretend that everything was fine in front of everyone, because it wasn't. Every day it became harder and harder for Pedro to put on a brave face and act like he was okay. He dug out a pack of cigarettes from his blazer pocket and blindly stared into it. He quickly found the lighter in the other pocket and with his slightly shaking hand, he lit the cigarette. The familiar smell and taste of nicotine filled his senses, providing a temporary escape from the overwhelming emotions that consumed him. He leaned against the rough dirt wall of the building, the sound of the bustling city muffled in the distance. The smoke filled his lungs, choking him slightly, but he welcomed the pain, as it was a distraction from the pain in his heart.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He couldn't silence the voices in his head, telling him that he had made a huge mistake by ending things with you. The breakup had hit him harder than he ever imagined it could. He missed you so much, and the regret ate away at him with each passing day. He took another long drag of the cigarette, the tip glowing red.

Despite the comfort that the cigarette provided, Pedro knew it was a bad habit. He had managed to quit a while ago, but the stress of recent events had caused him to slip back into it. He felt guilty for indulging in it again, but at the same time, he didn't care. All he wanted was to forget his troubles, even if it was just for a little while.

Every single day during those two weeks, Pedro's thoughts were consumed by the image of him standing in front of you, while cup your face with his hands and apologizing for everything. He imagined the words he would say to you, begging for your forgiveness and hoping that you would take him back. But as much as he longed to make things right, he was too much of a coward to actually face you. He couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes and see the disappointment he had caused, so he actively avoided all the places where he knew he could potentially run into you. The mere thought of seeing you filled him with a mix of intense longing and paralyzing fear.

He held onto the belief that you wouldn't be able to forgive him and the thought of being rejected by you was too much to him. The fear of embarrassment kept him from reaching out and trying to make amends, even though he knew deep down that he wanted nothing more than to be back in your warm embrace. The possibility of facing your disappointment and disapproval was a daunting prospect, and so he chose to continue avoiding you, hoping that time would eventually make him forget about you.

The sound of a notification coming from his phone snapped him back to reality and he opened his eyes. He fished the device out of his pants pocket and glanced at the screen, noticing a message from his friend, Oscar. He took a drag on the cigarette he had been smoking and read the message.

I was thinking about this birthday party. Do you want me to cancel the invitation for Y/N? – The Grumpy Eagle, sent at 3:14pm.

Pedro had completely forgotten about Oscar's upcoming birthday celebration, which he and his wife Elvira hosted every year. It was a small party, but it had become an annual tradition among their circle of friends. He knew that both of you had been invited long before the two of you broke up, and it was pretty obvious anyway, since he was Oscar's best friend and you had quickly become a favorite of Oscar's wife and kids.

He took another drag on his cigarette, thinking on response. Pedro wasn't sure if you would show up, but he knew that you disliked disappointing people, and skipping out on someone's birthday party would undoubtedly lead to disappointment. Even if you didn't enjoy celebrating your own birthday, you understood that it meant more to others and the happy memories associated with it.

No need to cancel the invitation, that’s fine. I’ll be fine. See you on Tuesday – Sent at 3:17pm.

He took one last puff of the cigarette before flicking it away and making his way back to the set, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of you.

You were in your rented apartment, standing in front of your small closet and talking to your best friend over Facetime. With your back to the screen, you felt on the verge of tears as you realized you had nothing suitable to wear to Oscar's party. The phone was propped up on your bedside table, and you turned to face Xavier's amused expression on the screen.

“I'm about to go crazy,” you said, frustration creeping into your voice. “I can't find anything to wear.”

Xavier chuckled and lay back on his own bed, still visible on the screen. “Relax, Y/N. We'll find something. Let me see what you've got.”

You knelt down at the table and held up a few dresses for him to see. Xavier made a face at each one, shaking his head disapprovingly. Finally, he suggested a simple black dress that you had forgotten you owned.

“That's perfect,” he said, grinning at you. “You'll look amazing. Just throw on some heels and you're good to go.”

“And what are you going to wear?” you asked, taking the phone in both hands and moving it closer to your face.

Since you didn't want to go to the party alone, you decided to bring Xavier with you, even though he didn't know anyone in Pedro's inner circle, including Oscar and Elvira. The only connection Xavier had to Pedro was through you, as they had met a few times before.

He was shocked when he heard about your breakup with Pedro two weeks ago. He had always thought that you and Pedro were perfect for each other, and it came as a surprise when you told him that things had ended between you two. He remembered how happy you had seemed with Pedro, always talking about the little things he did that made you fall even more in love with him. It was hard to believe that it was all over now.

Xavier had been there for you through all the tears and heartbreak that came with the breakup. He was the only person you really talked to about what happened. He had listened to you vent about Pedro, and had even gone as far as to offer to confront him about the way he had hurt you, but you had refused, saying that it wouldn't change anything, and that you just needed time to heal.

Now, as he watched you on Facetime, he could see the sadness in your eyes. He knew that finding something to wear to this birthday party was the least of your worries.

“Oh, you know, my finest t-shirt and jeans,” he answered with a playfully tone. “Maybe I'll even splurge and wear my dress shoes instead of my sneakers.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Don't worry, I'll make sure to tuck my shirt in for the occasion.”

You laughed at Xavier's words, feeling relieved that he could make light of the situation. “Well, make sure you don't outshine me too much,” you teased. “I don't want to be upstaged by your dress shoes and tucked-in shirt.”

Xavier chuckled. “No worries, you'll be the star of the show,” he said reassuringly. “But seriously, don't stress about it. We'll have a good time no matter what.”

His words were comforting and a feeling of appreciation and thankfulness filled your heart. “Thanks, Xavier,” you said, smiling. “I really appreciate you coming with me.”

Xavier grinned. “Of course, what are friends for?” he replied. “Besides, I would do anything to see Pedro's face when he sees you in that dress. He's going to regret ever letting you go.”

You laughed, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at the thought of Pedro's reaction. “I doubt he'll care,” you said, shrugging it off. “But it'll be nice to look good for myself, at least.”

Xavier shook his head. “Trust me, he'll care,” he said with a wink and then stood up from his bed, straightening his shirt. “Alright, I better get ready too. I need to iron my jeans and find my fanciest t-shirt,” he joked. “I'll pick you up at 7. See ya!” he said before ending the call, at which you smiled to yourself, feeling grateful for your friend's support.

As you and Xavier made your way to the door of Oscar's house, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on you. You clutched the gift tightly in your hand, hoping it will help you calm down. You turned to Xavier, about to voice your concerns about this evening, but he beat you to it.

“Hey, it's going to be fine,” Xavier said, sensing your unease. “We'll have a good time. And don't worry about Pedro, I'll not leave you alone even for a moment. When I go to the toilet, I'll drag you along with me,” he joked trying to boost your mood.

You let out a deep sigh. “I'm scared.”

Xavier smiled reassuringly. “I know, but we'll stick together and make the most of it,” he said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “And besides, you look amazing. Pedro's going to regret all of his life choices.”

You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at the compliment. “Thanks,” you said, feeling a little less anxious. “Okay, let's do this.”

As you approached the door, your heart rate started to increase again. You could hear the sound of laughter and chatter from inside grew louder, intensifying your apprehension. But before you could even think about turning back to Xavier's car, Elvira opened the door and greeted you warmly. “Y/N!” she called out joyfully, pulling you into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of Elvira's perfume and the comforting warmth of her hug helped ease your nerves a little bit.

“It's so good to see you,” Elvira continued. “Oscar will be so happy you came. You know damn well how much he liked you.”

You smiled gratefully at her words, while Elvira already shifted her gaze to the man standing next to you.

“And who's this handsome gentleman with you?” Elvira asked, pulling away from you and turning to Xavier.

Xavier extended his hand. “I'm Xavier. Y/N's best friend,” he introduced himself with a smile.

Elvira shook his hand. “I'm Elvira, Oscar's wife. Nice to meet you,” she said warmly.

You suddenly felt an odd need to explain why you brought a stranger to their house, even though you knew that Elvira was aware of the recent events.

“I didn't want to come alone, the last days were-” you started to explain, but Elvira quickly cut you off, sensing your discomfort.

“That's fine, Y/N. You don't need to explain yourself, we both know what happened,” Elvira said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze to encourage you. “Come on in,” she added, motioning towards the open door and stepping aside to let you both enter the house.

As you walked past her, Elvira turned her gaze to Xavier and sent him a warm smile. You couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness and understanding, and you knew that you were in good hands for the evening.

The birthday party was in full swing, with colorful decorations hanging from the ceiling and walls, and a large cake with lit candles in the center of the room. The scent of savory and sweet treats wafted through the air, making your mouth water.

Oscar was the center of attention, greeting his guests with a big smile and warm hugs. He was surrounded by his closest friends, chatting and laughing away, and occasionally stopping to pose for a picture with them.

You, on the other hand, felt out of place in the midst of the older crowd, except for Oscar's children, who were running around and playing games. You had hoped to have a conversation with Pedro, but he avoided your gaze the entire time, which made you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

However, Xavier was by your side throughout the evening, keeping you company and making you laugh with his witty remarks and stories. You introduced him to some of the people at the party, and of course to Oscar, and he encouraged you to dance, which helped you loosen up and enjoy the party a little more.

As the night wore on, the guests started to leave one by one, and the house grew quieter. The children were already fast asleep, and the adults seemed to be in a mellower mood, with lighter snacks and drinks replacing the heavier ones from earlier in the evening.

You found yourself in the kitchen with Xavier, enjoying a lively conversation with Elvira and Oscar about the latest news in the city. Elvira was recounting her recent trip to Europe when Oscar suddenly interrupted her by reaching for a bottle of wine and pouring it into a set of glasses.

“Let's raise a toast to life, to good friends, and to family,” Oscar exclaimed, lifting his glass. You all joined in, clinking your glasses together, laughing and toasting to the good times. The mood had shifted from one of excitement to one of warmth and sentimentality.

As you took a sip of the wine, you noticed Pedro standing at the edge of the room, watching you with an intense gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt a strange mix of discomfort and confusion. You had wanted to talk to him earlier in the evening, but he had been avoiding you, so his sudden interest now was puzzling. Feeling the need for comfort and safety, you moved closer to Xavier, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders. You didn't know if Pedro was still watching you, but you felt better in your friend’s presence.

To your surprise, Pedro suddenly approached the four of you, inserting himself into the conversation. He started to talk about a recent article he had read in the newspaper, bringing up a topic that interested everyone. Xavier and Elvira seemed to welcome his presence, and Oscar was glad to have his longtime friend join in. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that his gaze was still fixed on you, even as he talked with the others.

As the conversation continued, Oscar and Elvira decided to check in with the guests in the living room, leaving you, Xavier, and Pedro alone in the kitchen. The silence was palpable as you all stood there, unsure of what to say or do next. Pedro finally broke the silence, turning his attention to you.

“So, Y/N, I can see that you are having fun?” he asked, his eyes still lingering on you.

You tried to hide your discomfort, forcing a smile and answering politely, “Yeah. I try to, at least.”

It was hard not to notice that Pedro wasn't completely sober – although he wasn't fully drunk either. He kept shooting unpleasant glances at Xavier every now and then and his eyes were colder than always.

Your friend seemed oblivious to Pedro's behavior, but you knew better. You could feel the tension rising in the room, and you started to feel anxious. Pedro's jealousy was palpable, and you couldn't help but wonder if he still had feelings for you, even though you weren’t a thing anymore.

Trying to diffuse the situation, you asked Pedro how his job was going, hoping to steer the conversation away from any uncomfortable topics. He answered curtly, barely giving you any information, and then turned his attention back to Xavier, sizing him up with a cold stare.

You felt your heart rate increase, sensing that things were about to get out of hand. You knew that you needed to do something, but you weren’t sure what. As you opened your mouth to speak, Pedro cut you off.

“Two weeks were enough for you to find a replacement, huh?”

His question made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Excuse me?”

Pedro's words didn't make sense to you, and you glanced over at Xavier, who looked equally confused. Pedro scoffed and clarified, “I saw you two earlier. I saw the way you look at him, Y/N. And now here you are, pretending to be just friends.”

You felt your face flush with embarrassment and anger. How dare he accuse you of something like that? The jealousy in Pedro's eyes was unmistakable, and it was clear that he didn't believe in your friendship with Xavier, even though he knew him.

Xavier stepped in, sensing the tension rising in the room, his voice calm but firm. “Pedro, let's take a deep breath and calm down for a moment. You’re tipsy, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But Pedro wasn't backing down, his eyes fixed on Xavier, even though he was actually speaking to you. “I don't trust him. And I don't trust you, Y/N.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and your heart sank in your chest. You couldn't believe what Pedro was saying. How could he accuse you of being untrustworthy when he was the one who had abandoned you without any explanation? Anger and sadness boiled inside you, making it hard to even form coherent thoughts, and the tears started to gather in your eyes.

“You don’t trust me? You were the one who stood me out on the day of our anniversary. It was you who came to break up with me the next day without giving me any explanation. It was you-you…” the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down your face, mixing with the anger and frustration that you felt. You sniffed and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “How dare you tell me that you don't trust me?” you said, your voice shaking with emotion.

Pedro's expression softened slightly, and for a moment, you thought that he might actually apologize for his absurd behavior, but then, his gaze hardened again, and he shook his head.

“I had my reasons,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “And I don't need to justify them to anyone.”

You stared at him in silence, trying to make sense of his sudden outburst. He's being unreasonable and irrational, you thought. You shook your head in disbelief and took a step back. “You know what?” you asked, staring into Pedro's eyes. “I will not talk to you. I'm not going to listen to you suddenly make me some kind of scolding because alcohol went to your head. You're a grown man, and you're acting like a kid,” you barked, your anger seeping through every syllable. You then turned your back on Pedro, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry again.

You left him, standing motionless in the kitchen with his eyes fixated on the door through in which you had just disappeared with Xavier. His heart was heavy with regret as he realized that he fucked up again. He knew that he had messed up, that he had let his jealousy and insecurities take control of his words and actions. He desperately wanted to talk to you on this party, to apologize for his behavior and make things right, but now it was too late for that. He had taken a few drinks to calm his nerves, hoping that it would help him find the courage to talk to you, but now he realized that it had only fueled his anger and made things worse. The sight of you laughing and chatting with Xavier had been the final blow, and now he was left alone with his regrets once again.

#the last goodbye #angst #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x reader angst #daddy is a state of mind #the last of us fanfiction #narcos fanfiction #joel miller x reader #javier pena x reader

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riddles-n-games · 9 months ago

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THL Kiss Drabbles-Pt. 1

Warm By The Hearth

A voice spoke, on the other side of the fireplace. “It’s me, Heiress.”

Jameson. That should have been a relief. Knowing it was him, I should have felt safer. But somehow, as I locked my hand around the candlestick on the mantel, the last thing I felt was safe.

I triggered the passage. “I take it you saw the interview?”

Jameson stepped into my room. “Not your best showing.” He cracked a quick smile.

I waited for him to say something about that kiss. “Jameson, I didn’t-” He didn’t give me a chance to finish because next thing I knew, his hand was in my hair and his lips were pressed against mine in a soft but urgent kiss. I blinked; he caught me by surprise. His free hand had made its way to my waist, pulling me closer to him and I felt the tips of his fingers lightly make contact with my lower back.

Again, he managed to shock me. I knew the way he kissed; he didn’t do gentle or sweet, so why was this one different? What was he thinking? This wasn’t a Jameson Hawthorne kiss, this was—it was— I didn’t have the words and maybe it was best not to think so I simply closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the kiss.

Not long after, he let go of me and for a moment, I was too dazed to say anything. All I knew was that I was probably flushed and I was gaping like a fish. My fingers went to my mouth. Did I really just get kissed twice in one night? What’s your angle here? “Jame-” This time he put a light finger on my lips, silencing me and it felt like it burned. Like his kiss. I didn’t dare move it.

“I know what happened, Heiress. I watched it. Everything. Gray may have done that to stop you then because he felt he had no other choice but he still likes you. Just because he attempts to hide it, rather poorly might I add, doesn’t mean I don’t see it. And you like him back; I’m not sure how much but don’t pretend that you don’t. For what it’s worth, I just want you to know that I like you, Avery. Even if that means nothing.”

My heart stopped. Surely I was hearing words: Jameson Winchester Hawthorne admitting he had feelings for me out loud? The world was probably close to ending. And I still hadn’t said anything.

He withdrew his hand and moved back against the wall but I caught his wrist in my hands, tugging at him. You’re not getting away that easy. Jameson looked up and I almost wanted to look away from the intensity of his gaze so I started talking, “I can’t tell you he means nothing. I do feel something for him, I know that but it’s not like what we have. And I can’t say I know what we have but I feel it in the same way you do; like the thrill of a puzzle, an adrenaline rush, the feeling of winning. I want you, Jameson. Maybe I can’t say that wholeheartedly right now, but if the time comes, I won’t let you go.”

Jameson smiled and then tugged me back toward him. When I was close enough, I brushed my lips light against his and he leaned forward, sealing the kiss. Once he pulled away, he whispered in my ear, “I can take that. Now back to the game.”

As soon as he straightened up, he spoke up again, “A girl named Elle finds a card on her doorstep. The front of the envelope says To, the back says Elle. Between them, inside the-” While I listened, I felt a smile tugging at my lips. His eyes were sparkling and there was that infectious excitement in his voice.

We were back. The game was no longer on hold and there was another riddle to solve. Game on.

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ganondoodle · 11 months ago

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sorry, long post, got totk thoughts ...again

first botw vs totk shrines aesthetic and meaning; then shiekah symbolism thats overtaken by sonau

botw vs totk shrines (not in quality of puzzle since i talked about that a little before, but as in aesthetic, meaning etc)

something that worked well with shiekah shrines in botw was that these things were built SPECIFICALLY to make a future link stronger, theres that denialability to it that kinda make sense when you think about it, they are small challenges for the future hero to test and make them stronger, they are spread around the world bc you wouldnt want to hide some major source of power in one place, a monk literally sacrifices their life to enable you to gain more power their dead body waiting for you at the end (neat!!), they are each a little different in pose and clothing and im pretty sure its implied each monk made the puzzle for their shrine themselves; and the ones that rely on something happening in the world first can also be explained by their ability to see the future, the shrines and towers all rise up from the ground, which gives them that believable sense of they have been down there all this time and been activated via the net connecting them all to signal it is time- their design is also just .. nice? its got a nice contrast of the dark and the ligher brown with eye catching light from orange to blue to pink telling you in what states of operation it is (idle, working/done, corrupted) and their shape design is a very striking mix of bigger emptier spots of dark with the lighter browns wiggly lines coming in in nicely paced patches and the strong lights poking through giving you a nice soemthign for your eyes to look at (their tech is also a mix of magic stuff AND mechanism, they still look and work kinda magical but still have cogs and springs and looks like they are actual maschines put together)

totk shrines have no real denialability to why they are the way they are, its pretty clear that they are there for game reasons (and to copy botw i guess?) with no proper thought given to it (or failed to convey); they are already there when zelda does her time travel bs, and i heard (havent seen it myself? or dont remember) that the sonau shrines were built to .. keep monsters at bay? ok, im not even gonna question that part ( ... but i am .. i guess lightmagic wahtever dont think about it) so .... why do they contain a puzzle at all? its not to prevent monsters from entering since you need raurus hand to activate it (in botw you need the shiekah stone to do so which isnt really found besides yours either but ... their purpose is to test and empower you anyway .. and pehaps in a wider range to strengthen the bond with other folks when you have to work with them to get to it) then they werent present in botw so they must have ... somehow appeared out of nowhere? their connection to the lightroots might have been an attempt to try and make them feel more connected but that didnt work either imo, the shrines on the surface mirror lightroots in the underground, implying they are connected somehow, i at first thought like the lightroot is their root and the shrine is the flowerbud, but its very clearly just some ...magic rock crystal with stuff built around it including a teleportation thing thats pretty much copied from the shiekah ones (??) and you somehow ... enter magic dimension (which is .. fine, but i liked how in botws it was an elevator going down, making it feel like you are put into a physical room underground) but then there .... are also shrines in the sky ... that have no lighroot to connect to .. (i guess .. magic light wahtever dont htinkaboutit) so that part kinda falls flat- and the bring-crystal-to-shrine-spot (uhg) also debunk that thought since its a (tasty looking) green crystal that just kinda warps into a big grey rock ... for some reason, at their end is always the same colorless statue of da kind and his fridge wife (not her build) they are also missing that denialability that they were built for link specifically, sonau cant see into the future so (unless they yoinked that from the shiekah too??).. how does .. anything of that work then? especially with the crystal ones given that they are always a blessing shrine sicne bringing the crystal to its spot is counted as the puzzle but they couldnt have known that thats where it would end up at (and then ...how and why would you put a shrine thing into a crystal thing and disconnect it and throw it whereever when it manifests somehow again thousands years later- i need to stop thinking about it)- then their aesthetic is white green and gold(ish) which is a nice color combination in itself tho its lacking that neat status singaling and the eye catching contrast with their glow, the green glowy bits dont stand out as much, their shape design i dislike alot since it ... looks kinda unfinished and in a strange disconnect to their tech; buildings and statues are very blocky solid colors with the occasional rune or dragon carved into, which is also very blocky and one colored, their shapes are pretty uniform in a blocky way, theres not alot of shape contrast anywhere besides basic smaller block and bigger block, the most interesting looking ones are the ... outer walls of the shrines with their scaled look and the ground with the circle patterns; their tech and clothing is in a strange disconnect, its got a gree-tealish scale like texture in anything solid, be it tech or ornaments, it also features alot more gold and also brown stones that look rather untouched- now, for clothing, that is fine, the shiekah didnt dress like their tech either (.... mostly, ancient armor does exist) BUT the constructs and tech also have that more natural look to them

the fact that the same blocky statue waits for you at the end alsso removes not just coolness but also personality, instead of individual monks that gave their life for you and you setting them free once you take their spirit orb its the same representation of the holy king and queen giving you some light juice to cure you more of miasma .. which doesnt actually matter sicne you get your normal arm back no matter how many light juices you got at the end anyway (their "tech" also just looks less like actual maschinery and much more like .. magic tm, the constructs have nothing maschinery like about them and are just floating rings animated by green magic wiggle lines and function almost the same as literal bokblins with the added thing of being able to fuse/use tech.. the empty spot of a threat like the guardians is very prominent once you realize that the constructs are largely just like a reskinned bokblin, and the miasma hands, while neat, are more like a surprise jumpscare and less like a looming threat and are also not taken to their full potential)

theres also a disconnect between the sonau as we are introduced to them in totk and the actual sonau ruins from botw, which share a common dragon motive but have a much more .. MORE aesthetic, theres even color present you dont see anywhere in totk sonau stuff, like the red paint- you are given the explanation that those are ruins built by hylians as a monument to the sonau but i think it falls very flat sicne its clear it wasnt designed to be meant like that in botw and also looks much more withered than the totk sonau ruins which rarely look withered at all despite being even older than the botw ruins; im very sure its jsut an excuse bc their design for totk sonaus got changed ... for some reason, just like their "barbaric" origins in the phirone/faron region

shiekah symbolism and more kinda overtaken by sonau

so, soemthing i really dont like about the sonau as well is that theres quite a bit that they take from shiekah and kinda... present it as being the origin of it, actually;

we all know the very dominant symbol of the eye/third eye with three eyelashes and a tear drop for the shiekah which is established in the very first chronological game (skyward sword) but also featured in alot of other zeldas, it symbolizing their connection to hylia and their foresight (perhaps even more? i dont know everything); now we got the sonau who ... have a LITERAL third eye (and it doesnt even look special ..) that has three lashes and they paint tear drops under their eyes... (which has only the connection to .. the tears zelda sheds when shes a dragon, no other character does so at any other point, lol?) it makes it seem like we are to assume that the shiekah got their symbols from the sonau, actually, just like their tech wasnt their invention either but the sonaus, actually, who are new to the franchise and have no other connection to anything of past games, unlike the shiekah who have been there from the start really

then theres the tech, the ancient shiekah had very advanced, mystical tech in botws ancient history and now the even MORE ancient sonau had even MORE advanced tech way before them in totks lore which goes beyond even botws ancient history

im not saying symbols gotta be exclusive to one group of people but .. it holds alot of significance carried from the older games too, it feels strange for them to highjack the shiekah symbols and achievements WITHIN the two games that are supposedly directly connected in timeline and world (while also pairing them with those supposedly aniecnt hylian feather crowns and belly out look ... which, im no expert but i raise my eyebrow at that) together with the fact that nearly any and all traces of shiekah tech, except for the little needed parts that are never called that though and are just footnotes .. if anything, are precisely erased feels .... off

another long ramble about my thougths about totk, some people graciously call them analysis but i wouldnt say its that, its jsut a largely incoherent waterfall of words that would have spun around in my head for weeks if i didnt write them out and i keep coming up with more thoughts bc im thinking about the rewrite and well ...

im gonna have art soon again ... promise <(＿　＿)>

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rambles #long post #man i feel bad when i make a post as long as this #i never intend to make it this long but it keeps happening #this is what goes around in my head all day #just so much thought head full #i also feel like peopel GOTTA be tired of my rambles by now #youd think i have mentioned everything there is to mention #and some things i HAVE talked about before too #but i had ..................... more thoughts ..........

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girldragongizzard · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3: Adversary

“Hey, Chapman! The yooj?” Jill projects her question around me like a professional thespian, grabbing the attention of the startled customer.

Chapman jerks, looks up at her, and opens their mouth to talk, but takes a quick breath first. Then they look a little relieved but still rattled, and say, “Yyyyyeah. That’d be great!”

Their voice sounds like dark maple syrup, and I’m noticing the complexity of their hairdo this time.

It is a side cut, with the right side of their head shaved clean and showing off a tattoo of three fuchsias hanging down from the top of their scalp where their new hairline is. And the rest of their hair is short in the back and thick and long in the front and styled in a wavy pompadour, with a pointy and groomed sideburn that comes down half an inch below their left earlobe. And the hair is an immaculate dark hot pink.

Everything about them, their name, their voice, their haircut, all keep telling me to keep sticking to they/them for them, for now, until I actually learn their pronoun. Which I’m told is what I should do for everyone, and I try. But there’s something about their whole thing, what they’ve got going on, that transfixes me just a little bit more each time I look at them, and the sense that they’re probably an enby feels like part of it.

But now they look perplexed and still hesitant, like they’re trying to figure out whether they should try to solve a puzzle that’s been presented to them.

“Hey, Meghan, your drink’s ready,” Jill mutters at me.

Oh!

I’m in the way.

I make what I think of as a startled but cheerful sound and reach for my tablet to put it in my purse. But we all notice that the noise that comes from deep in my throat sounds almost exactly like the door chime. And everyone looks delighted and surprised by that, including me I assume.

Then I duck and fluidly bound toward my table, low, quiet, and way more graceful than I even want to be, my tail wiggling in behind me in the process. It’s embarrassing how it feels like my body is suddenly showing off for some reason.

Then I try to hide behind my table and bury my face in my drink.

But I can still clearly see Chapman in my peripheral vision and this display of mine does not seem to have unflustered them.

I may be new to physically being a dragon, and I may have a lot of trouble recognizing things like, say, flirting. But I’m not new to this.

Whatever Chapman actually thinks of me, I feel like I’m in high school again. And I don’t even know what I think of Chapman, but my limbic system seems to have its ideas. I almost did a mating dance on the way to my table, and I really don’t know what to do about it, so now I’m remaining as still as possible now.

I have no clue what Chapman’s age is, as I watch them finally step forward to engage in their transaction. I’ve always been bad at judging ages. Humans all age at wildly different rates anyway. But also, we’re not even the same species.

Why am I reacting to them like this?

I find myself wondering if maybe they’re another dragon, just still disguised as a human, like I’d been just a week ago.

What if I’m only the first, and there’s more to come? Would I be able to sense the others, kind of in the way that Jill and Cerce already sensed these things about me?

Then I have a super wild thought, and lose myself in it as a way of distracting myself. What if there are no actual humans. What if we’re all mythical creatures waiting to shed our disguises, and that’s why we can sometimes recognize each other?

It seems as likely an explanation for what’s going on with me as anything else I can imagine. And I think I’d really like it to be true.

I decide I’m not going to pursue my feelings. They don’t make any sense. Not sexually, anyway. I wouldn’t mind being Chapman’s friend if they decide they can be friends with me. But I won’t try. They’re clearly unsettled by me, and I don’t want to impose myself on them in any way.

So the real challenge is just being normal when we’re sharing the same space, so I don’t make them more uncomfortable.

I figure that the best way to do this right now is to look around at the other customers.

There’s quite a mix of people today, and all of them are ignoring what’s going on in the front of the shop. They’re ignoring me. As usual.

And it strikes me, as I’m glancing around, now aware of my actual gender and how people seem to see me, that of all the variety of people who look like they might be women here, I share nothing in common with them.

So many of them wear some degree of makeup, and must have some sort of skin care routine. They wear jewelry of various sorts, and know how to put their hair up or get it styled the way they like. Their gestures and ways of speaking aren’t all the same, but seem like a myriad of ways of expressing femininity that I do wish I could mimic.

But, I don’t have hair. Or bare skin to apply anything to. I haven’t bothered with anything like clothes for four days now. And I don’t think I have vocal chords. I have something else that feels like it’s between my lungs. There’s no way I’m going to be using my tongue to craft soft vowels and breathy fricatives. No one alive right now is going to know how to give me vocal lessons.

And it doesn’t matter, because I’m a dragon and I really don’t have to adhere to common human beauty standards to be seen as what I am. But I do feel left out all the same.

And even if I still had a human body and was transitioning like normal, I don’t think I could stand putting stuff on my face to smooth out my complexion and adorn it. But I feel like I should.

I guess I’ve been raised by humans, and spent the first 50 years of my life soaking in human socialization. I shouldn’t be surprised I have this trouble.

Let’s say I decided to wear jewelry as a dragon. That’s something I could probably do. I could wrap necklaces or bracelets around my horns or something like that. I can’t decide if I’d be doing that for myself or to signal to everyone else that I’m female.

And at 50 years old, you’d think I’d be above this sort of quandary, because I’m well past the typical dating age. I’m settled. I’m disabled, too. I have my routines. I know who and what I am, and that’s all that matters. And what I present to the world is what the world gets. Like, other 50 year old women brag about how free they feel, no longer trying to be attractive to mates or meet societal standards.

Obviously, I’m not like other girls my age.

I turn back to my mocha to discover that Chapman is sitting at my table opposite me, composing themself with drink in both hands.

I recall seeing the movement in my peripheral vision earlier, but hadn’t made sense of it because I had successfully lost myself in thought.

I tilt my head to the side, eyes wide.

“Hi,” they say.

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So I didn’t get a chance to compose my questions, and now Rhoda wants to hear all about Chapman while she tidies up my apartment.

As I knuckle out my explanation for Chapman’s interest in me, Rhoda is holding up things that are scattered around my livingroom and giving me a questioning look. I glance up and either smile or turn my head away, and she decides based on that whether to save it or throw it away.

So many things are just destroyed, and I have to let them go. But with anything that’s still intact, whether it’s useful to me or not, I just can’t get rid of it. I’ve got to have my things.

At certain point, she says, “Meg. Darling. We can’t store all of this in here. There isn’t room for your wings and tail, otherwise. Can you even afford a storage garage?”

In answer, I knuckle out the last few characters and then hit the talk button. “Autistic special interest,” I say.

She quirks her head and asks, “Chapman?”

I smile.

“Oh, that’s sweet. Maybe sie can help you figure out dragon things you might not otherwise know yet,” she says. We’d covered Chapman’s pronouns just a little bit earlier. Rhoda looks around at everything and sighs. Then she suggests, “What if we make your bedroom your hoard room, and turn the livingroom into your new sleeping den? I think the layout works better for that. I mean. Yes, your torso and legs aren’t all that much bigger than a human’s, but with those huge wings and that tail of yours, you know, well…” She gestures and nods at everything, “You do know.”

I acknowledge the truth of that with a gentle, tentative bob of my head.

“We’re going to need some help removing some of this wrecked furniture, too. But I’ve got a line on that. Don’t worry about it.” She tosses some obviously trashed things into the garbage and says, “OK. So. Chapman. Have you got another date with hir lined up?”

“Not date,” I respond. “Yes.”

“Sure,” she says, obviously not agreeing with my assessment. “What’cha gonna do?”

“Talk.”

“Where?”

“Park.”

“Oh, that sounds nice! Lots of room to move around. You can go for a little walk while you chat. I love it,” she says.

“Not date,” I repeat.

“I know,” she says. “My boy always liked going for walks with his friends. They'd all talk and talk and talk, and pace around the whole time even if they were just in the living room. But going places to connect and blab about anything and everything gave them all a sense of purpose, I'm sure. And stimuli and new things to talk about.” She organizes a few things, then continues, “He was autistic, too, you know. And pacing and walking was one of his stims. I wouldn't be surprised if Chapman's the same way.”

“OK, yes,” I reply. Then determined to delve into subjects of my own curiosity, I change the subject by asking the one question I do have cued up, “Why aren’t you freaking out about me being a dragon?”

Rhoda assesses me with tight lips, then replies, “It’s like you shed your old skin that night, you know. Maybe ate it in your sleep. Everyone could see this coming. It's just your new phase of growth.”

“Not you? You not do this?” I ask.

She blinks and wrinkles up her face and says, “Heavens, no! How even would I?” Then she holds up a finger. “Mind you, if I could, I would have. Ages ago! I saw how you were suffering. You were miserable under that old hide of yours. I imagine everyone saw it.”

So, I'm not getting answers from her. At least, not the ones I wanted to hear.

“Tell me,” she says. “What else are you experiencing along with this? Can you see things you couldn't see before? Are your senses sharper?”

“Yes. Thermals,” I reply.

Her eyebrows go up, “Can you fly?”

“Yes!”

“Fantastic!” she exclaims. “That must be amazing! I bet Chapman will love it!”

I’d roll my eyes, but I can’t. I do the big exaggerated head circle again.

“Oh come now,” Rhoda says. “I’m not teasing you about dating. I just genuinely think Chapman would appreciate a demonstration and you should give it to hir.”

She’s right, of course. And I agree to do so.

“In fact, I’d like to see you fly, myself,” she adds.

I look out one of my windows. I’ve got a third story apartment, two stories from the top. And there’s a small parking lot directly across the street. If I were to climb out the window and glide across that lot, I could catch the big thermal there and get some lift before wheeling out over into one of the streets. Some wing work, and I could probably get above the low buildings of that block. Without more experience, it feels really iffy, but I might be able to do it.

But I figure that a creature as big as I am is in real danger of seriously hurting itself in a crash. Too much inertia for bone density. Hell, starlings kill themselves on windows every day.

Intellectually, I know it’s a bad idea to test myself that way, but I find I’m not actually afraid.

I turn my head to look at Rhoda and open my mouth to talk, momentarily forgetting that I can’t really do that anymore, when I catch something big moving swiftly just outside my window.

My memory of it now is just a snapshot flash of an image, another dragon, wings, head, and tail pulled back, and all four feet extended outward to brace for impact with the wall between windows.

The very next moment of memory is bricks, plaster, insulation, wood, wires, and dragon billowing into my partially tidied living room and destroying it.

And I’m somehow turned 180 degrees, facing the monster who is picking themself up from the middle of the rubble of my apartment as Rhoda, who was safe in a corner near the outer wall, away from the impact and out of line of flying debris, shouts.

My tail is curled up awkwardly in the corner of the room near the door to the kitchen, and I’m already crouched and ready to leap upon the intruder, wondering how I got here, wings held tightly to my back.

And I’m also thinking that this maybe answers my questions about the durability of my body.

We are not exactly the same kind of beast, though.

Anyone looking at either of us would call us both dragons. And we have the same number of limbs. But that’s where our similarities end.

I’ve got iridescent blue and indigo scales with a pattern of diamonds down my back. I’ve got fiery orange and gold markings as well, and tan belly scales. I have a pair of horns that sweep back from my skull, and ear canals that are almost hidden behind protective scales. And I’m lithe and pointy, and look something like a cross between a gecko and a caiman, but with wings.

Then there’s this fuzzy brown asshole that looks like if you crossed a bat with a hippo and gave the result a feathered dinosaur tail. And I know that I cannot let that gaping maw anywhere near anything I care about.

I hear a rumbling that is as deep and soul shaking as you’d expect from an earthquake, and realize that it’s me. I’m making that noise with something in my ribcage.

Rhoda is pushing herself further and further back into her corner of the room, even though she’s already pressed up against the walls.

The moment my sudden adversary is free of rubble, they jump forward and let out a croak of a yawp.

In response, I jerk my head up and let out the strangest squawk that starts from the infrasonic rumble that’s been building in the depths of my body and rises to a cracking cry that sounds like an angry parrot. And then as I close my mouth afterward, a clacking noise like a raven’s comes out and I find myself jerking my head with each knock.

It’s not exactly involuntary, I just find myself doing what feels right. And I’m pretty sure the other dragon knows exactly what it means.

I’m not quite as big as my challenger, but my vocal prowess causes them to pause.

I don’t know why this is happening and I don’t know how it’s going to turn out, but two things are extremely obvious.

I’ve got to do whatever I can to keep Rhoda safe, because she is squishy and cannot survive being squished by either of us dragons.

And I’m definitely not getting my damage deposit back.

Also, I decide that hesitating is bad and I want this fucker out of my apartment.

I do a little zigzag. I leap slightly toward the outside wall, to my right, in the direction of my opponent. Then, still accelerating forward, I bound left, pushing off the floor to launch at a spot on the inner wall, twisting my body to plant my feet there so that I can leap off that wall.

I never in my life imagined doing anything like this with my old body. It was just entirely inconceivable, especially as my chronic illness set in. But, I’ve spent countless hours visualizing this exact maneuver with a body nearly identical to the one I have now, in situations I’ve really only seen in action movies.

My tail acts as a springing counterweight that also pushes off the wall just after my hind legs have launched me in the direction of the flying hippo beast. My wings have also made a measured stroke to grab some air and swim through it without slamming into floor or ceiling, but I do feel them brushing surfaces and things in the process.

Head bowed and turned sideways, I slam the peak of my shoulders into the side of the other dragon, and then straighten my neck out and sink my horns into their haunch.

I manage to make them slide about two feet, and squeeze an agonized “grawp” from their throat.

It’s not enough, though. I need them out.

I get smacked repeatedly with their right wing as they try to twist to bite me. But I’m more agile and serpentine than they are, and I’m climbing over the base of their tail and wrapping my own around their legs, hooking my tail barb in one of their ankles and pulling.

Scrabbling and clawing my way to the huge hole in the wall, I manage to get them to spin in place just to reduce the pain caused by my tail barb.

A good nine tenths of the apartment is now flapping wings, dust, and enraged screaming and roaring the likes of which Hollywood has never managed to imitate.

And then I do the thing. If this asshole wants to challenge and fight me, let them do it outside, away from people.

I unhook my tail and leap from my apartment, rumbling and clacking the whole way, and dive across the street to the parking lot.

The sun is going down, so the air is cooling. But it’s been a long summer day and the pavement of the parking lot is still rising with heat, and I spread my wings as wide as I can to catch it.

The lift keeps me from slamming into a car. And, with a beat of my wings and a curve of my spine, I manage to clear a tree near the street and avoid becoming part of the mural painted on the nearest building.

I let out a cackling challenge as I work to gain altitude flying down the street and toward the bay, away from what used to be my home.

I don’t have to turn my head far to see behind me, and a flurry of movement in my peripheral vision tells me I’m being pursued.

Perfect.

How in the God damned hell can that thing fly?

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willalove75 · 1 year ago

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New Girl on the Pitch Pt. 5

Pairing: Rebecca Welton x f!reader

Summary: Your friend Keeley brings you in as the team's social media manager, Rebecca is impressed, in more ways than one.

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut

Notes: Part 5!

The next few weeks fly by, you and Rebecca do a pretty decent job at hiding your newly blooming relationship, minus the increasing suspicion from Keeley. Jamie was transferred back to Man City, you were surprised when you were disappointed when you heard the news. You had asked Rebecca about what happened but she just said it was contract stuff and didn't go into it and you didn't pry any further.

It puzzles you, but also in a way fascinated you how different Rebecca is at the office than when she's alone with you, she's almost like two different people. At work she seems more cold, she has more walls up, she's more closed off; when she's alone with you, the coldness melts away and her walls fall down and she lets you in. It's obvious that she only lets a very select few people see that side of her and you're grateful to be one of them, because that Rebecca is amazing.

The office is buzzing with its usual Monday morning energy as you make your way to your desk. You sit down and start making preparations for the day, making your to-do list, checking your emails and seeing what came in over the weekend, reading clients feedback, the usual.

A message pops up as you're working and you see it's from Rebecca.

Meet me in my office, I need to speak with you.

The formality of the message sends your stomach into a twist, although you know she's doing that because you're at work and she's trying to keep it professional. In a second you're up and out of your seat, you grab your notebook to save face in case anyone stops and talks to you and you make your way to Rebecca's office.

In Rebecca's office Keeley walks in, Rebecca is happy to see her and quickly realizes that she's pissed. Keeley shows Rebecca her phone with the pictures of her and Ted from the paparazzi's camera and tells Rebecca she knows that she's the one who set it up. Taken by surprise, Rebecca doesn't know how to respond and Keeley gives her an ultimatum: tell Ted, or she will.

Right before you reach the stairs to her office you see Keeley walking down them.

"Hey Keels!" You say.

"Hey." She says, as she walks past you, her tone is short and unhappy.

"Well that was weird." You think to yourself.

In her office Rebecca is seated at her desk, staring off into the distance, a concerned look painted across her face.

"Hey," You say as you walk in.

She snaps out of her trance and looks up, her face lights up a little when she sees you.

"Hey, come on in, close the door."

Rebecca stands up and walks towards you as you close the door, she meets you halfway across her office and wraps her arms around you and pulls you close to her.

"Are you okay?" You ask, looking up at her. "You look worried."

"No I'm okay," She looks down into your eyes.

You put your hand on her cheek and pull her lips into yours. Rebecca's body relaxes against yours as you kiss her, her tongue slipping into your mouth. A small moan erupts from the back of your throat and you feel Rebecca smile as she kisses you. Your lips part and you stare into her gorgeous green eyes.

"What's wrong? Something is bothering you, I can tell."

"It's nothing," she shakes her head "nothing important."

"Are you and Keeley in a fight? I saw her storming away when I was heading here, she barely said hi to me."

"Um, yeah, kind of, but it's okay."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

She shakes her head, you think you see guilt in her eyes. "No, thank you though love. It's something- something I just have to take care of myself."

"Okay, well if you need my help, I'm here for you baby."

"I adore you, so much." She says, looking deeply into your eyes and pulling you in for another kiss.

The kiss is interrupted by a knock at the door and you both quickly part, you quickly open up your notebook in your hand to a random page and pretend to show Rebecca something.

She exhales in relief. "Come in." She says, looking down at your notebook.

Ted walks into her office with his usual big smile.

"Mornin' boss! Y/n!"

"Good morning Ted." Rebecca says.

"Morning!" You say.

"Whatcha two workin' on this early in the morning?"

"Oh nothing, just a few campaign ideas for the final match of the season." You quickly reply, closing your notebook. Rebecca body tenses and you look up at her, her eyes glued to Ted. Something is going on with her and you have no idea what it is.

Ted gives Rebecca her morning biscuits, you three chat for a bit and he heads down towards his office. Rebecca relaxes as he leaves and goes to sit at her desk, you follow and sit in the chair across from her.

"You're being really weird. What's going on?"

"It's a long story, I'm fine, I promise."

Her eyes meet yours and you know she's hiding something, you want to help her, but you don't want to push too much so you let it go for now.

Rebecca is flooded with guilt as she looks into your eyes. How can she tell you everything she's done without you thinking she's a monster? She's anxious to talk to Ted about setting up the paparazzi and everything else, but the more she thinks about it, the more she realized how terrified she is to tell you. Her heart swells when she looks at you and she can't bare to make you look at her differently, or worse, hurt you.

There's such a big part of you that wants to pry whatever is bothering Rebecca out of her, but you don't want to push the issue too much. Rebecca goes into a meeting and you get back to work.

Back in your office you continue working as usual, the day goes by rather quickly and before you know it, it's time to head home. You head up to Rebecca's office and you find her at her desk resting her chin on her hand, staring off into the distance again.

"Hey." You say softly.

"Oh, hey, sorry I didn't realize you were there."

You walk into her office and sit across from her, you take her hand into yours.

"I don't know what's bothering you, or if something happened, but I want you to know, whatever it is, I'm here for you, okay?" You say, looking into her eyes. "You don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to, but I hope you know you can always talk to me, about anything. Whatever is bothering you, you don't have to deal with it alone."

Rebecca's eyes begin to gloss over, she stares into your eyes for a moment, wondering how she got so lucky to have found someone who cares so deeply about her. She goes to speak and suddenly looks over to the door and pulls her hand back. You turn around and see Higgins climbing the final step towards her office.

"Rebecca, y/n," He says.

"Leslie."

"Hey Higgins!" You say with a smile.

"I am about to head home for the day, is there anything else you need?"

"Actually yes," Rebecca says and you see his face drop. "I need you to review these statistics." She hands him a large stack of paper.

Unhappy, but trying his best to hide it, he nods and walks out with the papers.

"That can't wait until tomorrow?" You quietly ask.

"Nope." She says matter-of-factly, even though you're pretty sure she's lying.

"Why do you have it out for him so badly? What the hell did he do?"

Rebecca's eyes shift to you, an intensity in her stare grows as she looks at you.

"Alright, you don't have to tell me, I was just asking."

"Come to dinner with me tonight."

"Like on a date?"

"Exactly like a date."

"I would love to." You say with a smile.

Rebecca has her driver bring you straight to the restaurant from the office. The waiter seats you both and hands you menus. You both order and talk and laugh all night. Whatever was bothering her in the office seems to have faded because she's finally relaxed, smiling and laughing.

After dinner her driver picks you both up and she pulls you into her and gently kisses you in the back of the car.

"Stay with me tonight."

"I would love to, but I don't have anything with me."

"We'll stop at your flat, I'll help you pack a bag and then we'll go back to my house."

You gently brush your lips against hers. "Perfect." The world disappears when you kiss her again, everything about her makes you feel so relaxed, you can sit here with her forever.

The driver reaches your flat, you and Rebecca go inside and you throw a few things into a bag and before you know it, you're at her house.

Excited for the potential of a romantic evening, you go into the bathroom to freshen up and to pee. You realize you got your period and you groan, guess the romantic evening is going to be postponed for a bit. You get yourself situated and pull on the sweatshirt and sweatpants you brought with you and curl up next to her in bed.

"I got my fucking period." You say, disappointed.

"Oh no! Are you okay? Do you need anything?" She asks, concerned.

"No I'm fine, just disappointed."

Rebecca wraps her arms around you and kisses you on the head.

"That's okay, there's always next time." She lifts your chin and looks into your eyes for a moment before kissing you.

The rest of the night is filled with ice cream, cuddles, kisses and lots of laughter.

The two of you get ready to go to sleep and you crawl under the duvet on her king sized bed. You snuggle into her and she gently kisses you, stroking your hair with her fingers. The weight of your eyelids grows heavy and you look into her eyes once more.

"You're amazing Rebecca, I'm so lucky to have you." You nuzzle into her neck and she holds you tight.

"I'm the lucky one, love. Goodnight baby."

"Goodnight love."

The both of you drift off into a peaceful sleep in each others arms.

Your alarm wakes you up in the morning and you find yourself still tucked into Rebecca, her arms still wrapped around you, exactly how you both fell asleep. She shifts above you and you feel a kiss on the top of your head, you respond with a soft kiss on her neck. She hums as your lips make contact with her skin and she guides your face up towards hers. The sleep hasn't totally left her eyes as she lazily looks at you, she kisses you and your hand rests on her cheek.

"Good morning." She says.

"Good morning."

She holds you tightly before you both reluctantly get out of bed. Once you get dressed you meet Rebecca in the kitchen, the house smells delicious. You find her in front of the stove making breakfast.

"What is this?" You ask playfully.

"What? It would be rude of me to invite you to stay the night and not make you breakfast the next morning. Plus, I can't have my beautiful girlfriend go to work hungry now can I?"

"Your girlfriend?" You say happily surprised. Rebecca smiles at you and you walk over to her and kiss her. "I love the way that sounds."

Much to your surprise, Rebecca is a wonderful cook and you both enjoy the breakfast she cooked. Once you're both ready her driver brings you to Richmond.

"Wait, let me out the block before." You say as the car gets closer to the office.

"Why on earth would I do that?"

"Don't you think people are going to find it odd that we left together, and then showed up the next morning also together?"

You see the realization cross her face.

"Oh shit."

You compromise and you get out of the car before they pull into the carpark. You see Rebecca a little bit ahead of you down the hallway making her way to her office. Before she heads up the stairs you make eye contact with her and she shoots you a little wink and goes up the stairs.

For once you don't have any meetings so you're at your desk all day, finally able to dedicate more than just a couple of hours to your current project. You think back to yesterday and how worried Rebecca was, but by this morning her worries seem to have faded. It was peculiar, but you don't want to pry too much, it's too early in the relationship for you to be as nosey as you would like to be.

You text Rebecca to see if she wants to get lunch. A few minutes back you get a reply

Sorry love, can't today.

Unable to deny your disappointment you frown at her text, but you get over it quickly and get on with your day. Lunch comes and goes and you're back at your desk chugging along. The quiet of your office is a little unsettling so you pop in your headphones and bop your head to the music as you work.

The music drowns out the silence, and the rowdiness of the boys when they walk down the hallway. You see something shift out of the corner of your eye and you look up and see Rebecca with her knuckle on the door, as if she tried to knock to get your attention.

"Oh shit sorry," you say pulling out your headphones. "I didn't hear you knock." Tossing your headphones into your desk drawer, you look up and dried tears on Rebecca's cheeks. "Oh my god what happened? Are you okay?" You stand up and walk towards Rebecca who closes the door behind her. "Baby," you say concerned, holding her face in your hands. "What happened?"

Rebecca breaks eye contact and looks away and closes her eyes. When she opens them they meet yours and she begins to tear up.

"I have to tell you something." She says quietly.

Your stomach plummets straight down and you remove your hands from her face. What does she have to tell me? Is she already over me? Did I do something wrong? Your anxiety skyrockets as your brain is flooded with all of the possibilities of what she's about to say.

Tears fall from Rebecca's eyes and she quickly tries to wipe them away.

"You deserve so much better than me." She says, unable to look in your eyes.

The feeling of your heart beginning to break makes you feel like the air was stolen from your lungs, leaving you unable to speak. This is it. She's ending it with you.

She looks back into your glossy eyes, every second of silence is killing you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, I'm a horrible person."

"What are you talking about?"

More tears fall down her cheeks and yours dance on the edge of your waterlines, threatening to fall.

"I lied. You to, to Ted, to everyone. The paparazzi picture of Ted and Keeley? I set that up. Jamie getting transferred was my doing, I hired Ted because I wanted him to fail, because I wanted this club to fail."

Her confession hits you like a train, did she hire you because she wanted you to fail too? The tears dance over the edge and begin to fall down your cheeks.

"What, Rebecca, why, why would you do that?"

"Because this club was the only thing Rupert ever cared about and I wanted to destroy it, I wanted to hurt him, the same way he hurt me and I didn't care who I hurt along the way. Keeley and Roy found out I organized the photo and she told me I had to tell Ted and I knew I had to tell you too. Even though I'm so scared you're going to tell me to go fuck myself and never speak to me again. I needed to tell you the truth."

"Baby," you softly say. She looks up into your eyes and all you see is pain and fear, it breaks your heart to see her so wounded.

Rebecca begins to break down again and puts her face in her hands, you hold onto her arms and comfort her.

"I'm not going to do that, I care way too much about you to let you go. Did you hire me because you wanted me to fail?"

She pulls her hands down and looks at you.

"I did it as a favor for Keeley, but my plan was to sabotage the campaigns, but I could never bring myself to do it. There was something about you, I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't do that to you." She shakes her head and cries more, you get the feeling there's something else.

"Well, thank you for telling me love. I know this probably wasn't easy to do." Rebecca's tears don't slow, making you wonder if there was something else eating at her. "Rebecca, baby, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"He came into my office today, and he told me that he and Bex, they're, they're having a fucking baby." The pain you feel from seeing her so hurt is almost unbearable, you wrap your arms around her and pull her into you and she cries into you shoulder. "He always said he never, and now he's, and now it's too late for me." She breaks down in your arms.

Tears flow down your cheeks as you hold her, you cradle the back of her head in your hand and tighten your grip around her. She's mourning the loss of a family she always wanted but never got, you have absolutely no idea what to do or how to help. The only thing you can do is cradle her in your arms and try and make her feel as safe as possible with you.

Her breaths begin to slow and she begins to pull herself together. She picks her head up off of your shoulder and you look into her eyes, mascara smudged under her eyes, you bring your hand to her cheek and wipe some of it away with your thumb.

"I am so sorry." You say, caressing her cheek. "He's a horrible fucking person, I am so happy you're not with him anymore baby, you deserve so much better, so much more than him. You deserve someone who loves you, who cares about you more than anything else in the world." The next words you speak fall out of your mouth faster than you are able to process what you're saying. "Listen, I know this is still new, you and I, but I really, really care about you. If we keep going, if I fall for you as hard as I think I'm going to, I would give anything to start a family with you." As your mind catches up with your mouth you freeze, terrified that you just massively overstepped and just shoved your foot down your throat.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you look into her eyes, the anticipation of her response lingering in the air.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"You would?" She asks with desperation in her eyes.

"Yes, absolutely. I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm starting to fall in love with you. You have my whole heart Rebecca, more than anyone else has in my life."

Stray tears fall down her cheeks and she pulls you in and kisses you. Wrapping your arms around her neck you kiss her back, never wanting to let go. When your lips finally part Rebecca looks into your eyes.

"It's not insane, because I'm falling in love with you too y/n."

Her words take your breath away, you never expected her to fall for you so fast, you gaze into her eyes and passionately kiss her.

The final match of the season is finally here, Richmond vs. Man City. With the social media posts promoting the game queued up, you head to the game with Rebecca and the team.

Sitting with Rebecca and Keeley, Keeley admits that she's never really cared about football, but tonight, she says she cares very much, as she's eyeing Roy. Rebecca mentions that she forgot how stressful the game is when you actually give a shit and she looks over at you and smiles. Keeley gives the two of you a look and the both of you look straight ahead, avoiding her gaze. Higgins and his whole family shows up and you get to meet his wife and five sons.

The game begins and you feel Rebecca gently squeeze your hand for comfort, you can tell she's nervous, if Richmond loses, they get relegated.

Halftime rolls around and the score is 0-0. A penalty is called against Richmond, Manchester City takes the penalty and scores. The crowd groans and Ted puts in Roy Kent, a surprise to the crowd, and to both you and Rebecca. Jamie gets the ball and sprints towards Richmond's goal and Roy is able to catch up and slide tackle him. The crowd goes wild but quickly quiets when Roy doesn't get up. As you watch to see if he can get up the crowd begins to serenade him. "He's here, he's there, he's every-fucking-where, Roy Kent! Roy Kent!" A smile crosses your face as the crowd sings until he gets up and walks off the pitch and into the building. Keeley gets up and heads inside, you presume to go find him. Rebecca looks up at you and warmly smiles, you rest you head on her shoulder and she rests her head on yours.

The game continues and you hear thousands of phones going off at once, Palace won their game 6-0, all Richmond needs it a tie to stay in the premiere league. A foul is called on Manchester and Richmond gets the ball, the boys line up like an American football team does before a field goal kick and it confuses the shit out of everyone, including Manchester City. Zoreaux kicks the ball to Sam who kicks it across to Danny, Danny launches the ball into the net and scores, tying the game 1-1.

The crowd goes wild, you and Rebecca jump up and she wraps her arms around you and picks you up and spins you around. You laugh and gaze into her eyes, both of you getting lost for a moment.

You're brought back to the game when you hear the uneasiness of the crowd. Jamie has the ball and is weaving through the Richmond players, sprinting towards the goal. He looks like he's about to score but he passes the ball to his teammate who sinks it into the net with just seconds left in the game.

Disappointment fills the crowd, Richmond is officially out of the premiere league. You turn towards Rebecca, her hands over her face, peeking through her fingers; you see the tears welling up in her eyes. She looks down at you and you wrap your arms around her neck and hold her tight, she wraps her arms around you and you stand there and hold her, trying to comfort her.

As the stadium empties you and Rebecca leave hand-in-hand. She leads you to the car and you both head back to her house. Once you both get inside and change into pajamas you lay in her bed and cuddle. The disappointment is radiating off of her, you know she feels guilty, like this is her fault.

"Hey," you say as you look up at her. "It's okay, we'll get back into the premiere league, it'll be okay."

She looks into your eyes and you see the sadness.

"I feel like this is all my fault. If I wasn't so angry, if I wasn't so stupid-"

"Don't do that to yourself. What happened happened, we can't change what happened in the past. But we can learn from it and do better, and that's exactly what we're gonna do. You and I are going to relax and enjoy the off season and when August comes, we're gonna hit the ground running and kick some ass. Okay baby?"

Rebecca looks into your eyes and studies them for a moment.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you Rebecca."

She leans down and kisses you, your hand rests on her cheek and you pull her close. You're excited for the off-season, you and Rebecca will finally have time to relax and be together; you know by the time next season starts everyone is going to be putting in 110%. It's your goal to make the next few months as relaxing as possible for Rebecca, help her de-stress from the relegation and get her ready to come back and kick some ass.

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #willalove75 #rebecca welton fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #wlw fanfic

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motomamita · 2 years ago

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Blood, Sweat and Ice. Part 2.

Part. 1

Pairing: Dark!Eddie Munson x Female!IceSkater!Reader

Summary: When eddie thought he had everything under control, the past returns putting everything at risk.

Warnings: smut, +18, manipulation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of depression, cursing, idk sis.

Do not translate or copy this!

6 months later.

The summer sun was beating down with all its heat that afternoon in Hawkins. For that reason, almost all of the citizens were inside the StarCourt enjoying the air conditioning and the various varieties of food to enjoy the heat.

Eddie Munson was no exception. Sitting in one of the comfortable seats at Scoops Ahoy, he directed his gaze to the clock on the wall and the entrance to the premises. She would have to be arriving at any moment, and so she was.

(Y/n) was present at the premises when the clock reached 15:30 in the afternoon. She was wearing a white tank top that perfectly matched her torso. Eddie had seen her wearing that same garment a few days ago when he saw her leave class. She entered the place head down and trying to make as little eye contact as possible with the people who were there. To the rest she was invisible, but to Eddie she had become his whole world.

He continued to observe her clothing, surprised to see her wearing Bermuda shorts that reached above her knees. It was the first time in the last 6 months that she wore something that showed her legs, or at least a large part of them. Eddie knew this very well because he had been following her ever since. However, that garment seemed not to be to her liking because she was wearing a summer kimono that reached her ankles, hiding the multiple and visible scars. The summer heat had forced her to wear something cooler, but the insecurity on her legs led her to try to hide it as much as possible.

Eddie couldn't help but pout in saddnes. He adored her legs, and it seemed sad to see how hidden she was because of her insecurity. After all, those marks were for him a memory of the first contact with her.

(Y/n) approached the counter and hugged herself, hiding her legs with the long garment and admiring the variety of flavors. Robin Buckley wasted no time in approaching her to take her order. Eddie got up quickly from his place and walked up to them, standing next to (y/n) at a good distance.

"I recommend the lemon one. It is usually the most requested in this hot season." Robin spoke, looking up and meeting Eddie's watchful gaze.

"It's true, the lemon one is my favourite." Eddie commented placing one of his hands in the back pocket of his pants.

The attention of both girls went directly to him, especially that of (y/n) who had not noticed his presence near her. There was a silence that was interrupted by Steve Harrington, who had been watching a restless Eddie for half an hour.

"I'll take care of her, go to the cash register Robin." He ordered with a serious expression on his face, he didn't like Eddie's presence there. Much less close to (y/n) because he, like the whole group, knew what Eddie had done.

Robin didn't refuse and walked away, leaving the 3 of them in a tense silence.

"I think…I think I'll go for the lemon one." She timidly talked, puzzled by the whole situation. Steve nodded and began to assemble the ice cream.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who constantly flushed.

"I want the same thing as this beauty." Eddie spoke, wobbling in place and then giving a flirtatious wink to the girl, who instantly blushed.

"We don't do charity here, Munson. You have to pay to order." Harrington replied curtly.

"Who said I had no money, huh?" He asked amused as he took out a 2 for 1 coupon from one of the pockets of his leather jacket. "I'm going to pay for her ice cream, and you're going to give me mine for free."

"No need, I can pay for it myself..." (y/n) was interrupted by Eddie's voice.

"My treat, it's not every day you see girls as pretty as you, sweetheart." Eddie stroked her hair lovingly as she whispered 'thank you', surprised by his words. "Hurry up Big Boy, I don't want our sundaes to melt."

Steve tightened his grip on the spoon and bit down on her inner cheek, grudgingly complying.

And so, they both sat at one of the tables alone and began to get to know each other. Well, rather, Eddie reviewed almost all of (y/n)'s life as she told him about it, believing that this was new to him. The fact was that Eddie knew everything about her, or at least most of the events in her life since the last 6 months. He knew it was Billy Hargrove who found her in the locker room bleeding until she fell unconscious. He knew that the attack was the topic of conversation in all of Hawkins for at least the next 3 months. Billy had been singled out by the main culprit in the early days because of his reputation until evidence to the contrary was proven. Hargrove was released and it didn't take him long to accompany (y/n) for the first few weeks until he walked away from her, stating that he no longer felt the same way.

For her part, (y/n) had spent weeks in intensive care due to the severity of the cuts. Eddie had come to hurt part of her tendons, questioning whether she would be able to walk once she recovered. Miraculously, (y/n) was able to walk normally despite the discouraging initial diagnosis. However, her legs no longer had the strength of before, and that led her to never be able to ice skate again. Eddie knew that the news caused (y/n) to fall into a severe depression that led her to attend therapy every Thursday afternoon. There were also consequences due to the notable scars on her legs and the insecurity that showed them to the world. And finally there was the fear that this attacker would hurt her again. Because yes, the police never found a culprit despite having a lot of evidence and witnesses in front of their noses. So that incident had been forgotten by most, and that was in Eddie's favor.

Munson did not rest in those last months. Since that fateful night in the locker room, he had not stopped thinking about that girl. On her lips, her body and everything that had to do with her. He not only wanted to know more, but he also wanted to have her again. He wanted to be able to be a part of her life because she, without knowing it, was already a part of his. For that same reason, he investigated and followed her until he was finally able to approach her again. And this time, he would never let her go.

1 year later.

"Why are you in such a rush, Eds? I couldn't finish eating my birthday cake!" (y/n) groaned laughing as Eddie led her by the hand jogging back to his truck, away from the restaurant.

"Don't worry about it, I have a present at home that you will love!"

Eddie had accomplished his mission; now (y/n) was his girlfriend. Since that afternoon at Scoops Ahoy they had become inseparable and it wasn't long before they formalized a serious relationship. Eddie had managed to gain her absolute trust, and she had decided to give this boy a chance, who seemed to be everything she needed. Eddie adapted so that he could provide her with everything she needed, while she was more surprised every day by how right he seemed to be for her. He left substance and drug abuse behind, changing it to a total obsession with (y/n). He got a job as a guitar teacher in a school for children with different needs, and thus managed to earn a good reputation not only with the citizens but also with the parents of (y/n). She, for her part, was in her last year of high school and was preparing to teach as well, being an ice skating teacher for the younger children. Everything seemed to be going well, if not for Eddie's 'friends'.

Eddie drove to (y/n's) house. Once they got out of the truck, he covered her eyes with his bandana and helped her walk into the house. Laughing and stumbling they reached the living room, he removed the bandana from her eyes and the lights in the room came on.

"Surprise!" They yelled in unison.

There were Eddie's 'friends', who soon became friends with (y/n) after the two started dating. There were balloons everywhere and colored garlands were falling from the ceiling. Nancy Wheeler held a birthday cake in her hands with several candles burning and waiting to be blown out. (Y/n) didn't take long to approach and turn them off, she was still surprised by the presence of all her friends there. Robin Buckley was quick to put a birthday hat on (y/n), who laughed as Eddie struggled with his own hair to get into his own. Jonathan Byers wasted no time in helping Nancy with the cake, bringing plates and silverware to start cutting it.

Soon, everyone made themselves comfortable in the armchairs and tasted the cake while chatting calmly. (Y/n) was listening intently to Nancy talking about her upcoming skating competition. After the incident, the competition was postponed until weeks later, where Nancy won first place and began her winning streak until today.

"Well, well, well. We're tired of hearing how you win all the competitions, Nancy. We already know how talented you are." Eddie applauded drawing everyone's attention and winking mischievously at the one with curlers. "I think it's time for my girl to say a few words." He ran his hand over the bare thighs of (y/n), who had decided to put on a dress that showed much of her legs. "Come on, say something." He cheer her up

She put the plate on the table and quickly looked at everyone, looking for the words to start talking.

"Well, first of all I want to thank you guys for this beautiful surprise that you prepared for me. Seriously, I didn't expect it..."

"It was my idea." Eddie reported proud of how well all his preparations went. (Y/n) smiled at him and kept talking.

"This last year was one of the best of my life, counting this birthday." She couldn't hide her smile. "I never thought I would meet such wonderful people in my life, I am lucky to have them by my side."

Eddie reached out with one of his hands and smoothed (y/n's) hair, drawing his full attention.

"And Eddie...I really don't know where my life would be without you." Those present looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, uncomfortable. "After what happened to me I thought no one would ever love me or accept me again. But you did and I am grateful to you."

"Oh my girl..." Eddie whispered with a small smile on his face.

"I am sure that destiny brought us together to never separate us. I am very happy with you." (y/n) smiled embarrassed at how cheesy her speech had become.

Eddie laughed and soon hugged her tight, hiding her head on his chest. Nancy and Jonathan smiled awkwardly, while Robin played with one of the goblins to avoid making visual contact with Eddie.

"I think it's time for everyone to go home." Steve Harrington spoke for the first time, tired of all the charade Eddie had gotten them into.

"So early? I wanted you to stay and open my presents." (y/n) pouted and got up from her place, imitating her friends who began to collect their jackets and bags.

"For next year it will be." Robin spoke walking towards the entrance.

"Besides, I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to do while your parents are away, (y/n)." Nancy commented mischievously, playfully tapping her friend's shoulder.

"That's right. Now, go, go, go!" Eddie pushed them slightly out of the house while the others said goodbye.

At midnight, Eddie got ready to wash the dishes while (y/n) opened the gifts that were on the table one by one. There were several and each one had the name of whoever brought it. Nancy and Jonathan brought her an agenda so that (y/n) could organize herself with her first skating classes. Robin gave her a record by her favorite band, and Steve several Scoops Ahoys coupons. (Y/n) smiled and placed each gift lovingly to one side. There was only one letter left on the table. She grabbed it and noticed that it had no name of who had made it. She was about to yell at Eddie to ask if it was his but stopped when she heard him sing while he was still in the kitchen.

Carefully, she opened the letter, took out the paper inside, and began to read.

'Eddie was the one who attacked you in the locker room. Nancy paid him to do it so she could win the competition. Now he's obsessed with you. Everyone in the group knows but no one dares to tell you. Be careful with Eddie.'

Her mind went blank, trying to process what she had read. It wasn't until Eddie's voice pulled her out of the trance, startling her.

"I'm done cleaning, now I want my dessert.. What are you reading?"

(Y/n) moved her hand to prevent Eddie from grabbing the letter but he was quicker, taking it from her hands and reading it instantly. When Eddie looked back at his girlfriend, she was glassy-eyed and shaking with fear or rage, or maybe both. He tried to get closer but she jerked back.

"Love... I don't know who dared to write such an atrocity but I swear..." Eddie put his hands to his chest and put on his best face of innocence.

"Do you swear to me what? That you will find him and attack him like you did me?" She raised her voice annoyed at his hypocrisy. "Are you going to cut off his hands? His neck, huh? Tell me Eddie! Why did you do it?! Why?!" Tears fell from her eyes.

"I would never be capable of something like that, you know me..." Eddie took a few steps closer and crouched down, trying not to look threatening to her.

"No, the truth is that I don't know you at all." Quickly all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in her mind.

"Of course you do know me..."

"No, I only know the version you created to get to me. The version you used to gain my trust, my love, my life!" Eddie shook his head slightly, trying to convince her that she was wrong. "My life, Eddie! How much did my life cost? My legs and my career? 100 bucks? 200? Or maybe a blowjob from Nancy?"

"God, no! What are you talking about!? I... I never..." Eddie stammered nervously.

"Tell me it wasn't you." She spoke stern. "Tell me you weren't the one who abused me and ruined my life that night. Tell me, Eddie."

A sepulchral silence formed in the room. (Y/n) heard the beating of her own heart at a thousand per hour. Eddie was trying to talk to himself that he could still deny everything and fix the situation. Lie.

"I... I didn't..." He whispered looking into her eyes but he couldn't make eye contact. He was screwed. "Shit, shit, shit." Eddie looked down and hit his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.

(Y/n) sobbed when she saw that it was all true. She had been dating the attacker, the person who ruined her life forever. She took advantage of the moment that Eddie was still distracted to get out of there. She wanted to run, she wanted to escape from him. Walk away. She tried to go out the door but Eddie blocked her.

"Where do you think you are going?" His voice came out grim. "To take refuge with your friends?" Eddie clenched his fist angrily.

"Anywhere is better if I'm far from you." She muttered angrily, staring at him. Eddie's eyes were no longer sweet and tender, but cold and full of hate.

"Are you going to sleep with idiot Steve?" Eddie looked down, taking a better look at the girl who was trying to calm down.

"Maybe." She responded defiantly.

"I'm sure it was him who wrote that. Damn bastard." He bit his lips angrily and looked at a fixed point on the wall. "You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" He looked at her again.

(Y/n) took a breath and pushed Eddie hard, out of her way and heading towards the front door. She heard his hurried footsteps behind her until he took her arm, holding her in place.

"Without me you are nobody, (y/n)." She turned to look at him in surprise. "Everything you have is thanks to ME."

"It isn't true." Eddie gave a mocking laugh when he saw her hurt by his words.

"Your 'friends' were mine first. Without me you would not have found your passion for teaching skating either..."

"You cut off my legs!" She interrupted him now crying with rage.

"I know, I know! I was wrong, maybe, I don't know!" Eddie raised his voice even higher, scaring her. "But thanks to that now you're better with me. Or do you think that Hargrove would have dated you longer? He only saw you as a hole to discharge his sexual desires."

"Don't talk about Billy..." Tears fell from the girl's eyes.

"Look at him now! He left as soon as he saw your legs! He can't bear the thought of being with someone like you!" Eddie brought his other hand to the girl's cheek. "On the other hand, I loved you from the moment I saw you on the track. And even more after your recovery." He softened the tone of his voice, trying not to scare her further. "I really love you, (y/n). I was the one who helped you not to feel ashamed of who you are, but proud of being able to get out of a situation like this."

"You doomed me, Eddie." She cry.

"No, no, no. I didn't." Eddie knelt in front of her, bringing his hands to her waist and holding on tight. "I was responsible for us being together now, happy with each other. Don't you see, I adore you with all my damn soul. I was wrong, I admit it. But this is not the time to repent and look back, there is keep going."

(y/n) brought one of her hands to Eddie's cheek, caressing him. I was falling into his trap again. Falling before the king of manipulation that was Edwards Munson.

"What I want most now is a future with you and no one else. But I need you to trust me, that you know how to forgive me and accept that everything I did was because I love you." Eddie whispered as the first tears began to fall from his brown eyes. "Say it, love. Say you trust me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes, focusing on Eddie's caresses on her waist and on his sobs. She was not going to deny it, she loved him very much.

"I trust you." She finally spoke opening her eyes and looking at him. Eddie smiled happily, stopping crying.

"To show you how much I love you, I want to start over with you, (y/n). Hawkins is no longer safe for us." She shook her head slightly, according to his words. "There are a lot of people here who want to hurt us. Hurt you. And I'm not going to allow that."

"What will we do then?" She asked, totally swayed by him.

"We're getting the fuck out of this town. We're going to Houston." Eddie stated, still kneeling in front of her.

"Houston?.."

"I have money saved, we can buy the tickets and go together. I have some friends there who can give us a hand, until I get a job." Eddie already had everything planned for weeks. It was smelled that someone would end up telling the truth.

"And the skating?.."

"You can teach there. I know that there are many more opportunities there and several tracks need teachers. I want you to fulfill your dream." Eddie took one of his hands and put it on her belly, caressing it. "We can start a family. We can start now. I know how much you love children, and so do I. What do you say, is that what you want?" He looked at her with his doggy eyes, completely convincing her.

"Yes, Eddie. I want to start a family with you, far, far away from here."

"That's my girl." Eddie growled, picking her up in a bridal fashion and carrying her to her room.

Both undressed between kisses, caresses and praises. Eddie took the opportunity to offer special affection to her legs, biting them lightly and leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. No more was needed, she was ready.

Eddie plunged his eager cock into her, sighing in pleasure at the same time. He barely gave her a few seconds to adjust before moving his hips in a desperate rhythm, reaching deep inside her. He was anxious to make her his, to start a family and have her by his side forever.

"God, I can't imagine a life without you. Agh!" Eddie whimpered, burying his head in her neck. "You're perfect, perfect for me. And this pussy is too..."

The thrusting didn't stop, and neither did the moans. (Y/n) was so absorbed by the pleasure that she couldn't speak, barely understanding what Eddie whispered to her.

"Fuck Hargrove and Harrington. You're mine, all mine." Eddie got up and placed one of his hands on her waist, thrusting into her hard. "I will never let you go." He murmured, his voice cracking with pleasure.

"Ed...Eddie!" She moaned, bringing her hand to his wet curls, caressing him and keeping him as close as possible to her.

Eddie lowered the hand that was on her waist and rubbed in quick circles (y/n)'s swollen clit. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her back arched and her eyes closed with pleasure.

"That's right, that's right. I'm going to cum inside you, my girl. I'm going to give you my children as many times as it takes." Eddie closed his eyes as he felt her contract around him. "You're going to give me some beautiful babies. So cute I won't stop until I have 10 mini Eddies running all over the house."

(Y/n) hugged him around the waist with her legs, pulling him closer and making the thrusts even deeper, hitting her cervix with his cock. That took her to the limit, coming hard even with Eddie fucking her.

"Good girl, that's it. You'll be the most beautiful mom all of Houston is ever going to see. All those bitches are going to be jealous of you and how adorable you'll look with my son in your belly." (y/n) nodded her head quickly, shaken by her orgasm. Eddie looked into her eyes, bringing his hand to her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat.

"Give me your babies, Eddie! Please, please..." she moaned, gripping his hair tighter and pulling a loud moan from his mouth.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum..." He repeated until his orgasm arrived.

A hoarse moan escaped Eddie's throat as his warm cum filled (y/n's) tight cunt. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the new sensation and the future together. Eddie joined their foreheads still breathing hard and still without coming out of it, he really wanted to make sure to get her pregnant.

Once they both managed to calm down, they lay in their arms around each other and stared at the ceiling. Silent until Eddie decided to speak.

"I have a present for you." He muttered with his hoarse voice. He slowly got out of bed under her watchful eye and approached until he took something out of one of the pockets of his jacket. "Here." He spread it out.

(Y/n) sat up and grabbed the small silver box in front of her. Without waiting any longer, she opened it anxiously to find a necklace of the same color. From it dangled a charm of a skate, along with a small 'E'.

"Do you like it?" Eddie asked with a smile on his face.

"I love it! It's beautiful, Eds!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks thanks!"

"The best for my girl. Now, let me put it on you."

(Y/n) turned around and Eddie carefully placed the collar on her. Turning around, they both admired the gift in silence, still stunned by it all.

"I can't wait to start a new life with you, a better one." She murmured looking at him in love. Eddie smiled at her, caressing her lips and chin gently.

"Me neither, beautiful."

#eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #dark!eddie munson

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dipstick-university · 2 months ago

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i'm further processing my decision to move away from wifi, and so i'm trying to make a list of all the ways i have attempted to lessen unnecessary internet use. almost every tactic worked a maximum of three times and then i forget about them and went back to my ways:

scheduling when i can access the internet

setting time limits which i immediately turn off

buying $100 software that i eventually figure out how to turn off and forget to turn back on

hiding the phone somewhere inconvenient

turning the wifi off

only looking at the phone while standing up

using one of those cute grow-a-flower app (that one was actually nice and felt good and i should try it again)

physically giving my phone to someone nearby to 'hold onto' but then feeling too embarrassed to ever repeat the experiment

going a full day without (i always forget by like 11 am)

keeping my phone away from my bed (i go to sleep to audiobooks and i can't not. this is the actual most deeply ingrained habit and drives me nuts. i get a nice little kick knowing i get to lay in my bed, do crossword puzzles and listen to scifi)

setting the screen to black and white

pomodoro timing breaks of 20 min on 5 off

deleting all social media and scrolling apps

turning the damn thing off

taking up genuinely more fun hobbies

changing my screen wallpaper to remind myself to use the phone less

putting something around the phone that i then immediately forget to put back on

all the mindfulness stuff of examining why i compulsively check it (boredom, anxiety, a way to distance from larger feelings)

having only a flip phone for two years (i got lost soo often and i had to write everything down in a notebook because the phone was so poorly made. but i still loved it and i only gave it up because a friend very aggressively gifted me an iphone 5se that i still have)

the only thing thats actually lowered my usage is regularly reading communities like r/nosurf and going through their recommended book list. i knew that big tech was pretty evil, but hearing about it repeatedly in longform is forcing me to absorb it fully. really, all these books are just asking what the fuck we're doing here. everyone knows its not great for us and yet we continue on for the assumed benefits. isnt that one of the major signs of actual addiction?

and i hope it comes across that i say this with complete empathy for all of us. no judgement. it is just surreal to be in a crowd of people staring at their phones and feeling im the only one being so crabby about a social norm. i know im not and yet...!

i was at a party saturday and someone (can't even remember his name but it still felt important to cite that it was him) mentioned how to make art you now have to be a master of social media--a conversation for a different time--while also having the self control of an ascetic who can deny the siren call of checking checking checking the internet.

this combination makes it almost impossible for so many of us to make art, let alone have commercial success with it. so i ask again: what are we doing?

#tbh my average usage is less than 3 hours/day #but i want those fucking three hours back #internet addiction #phone addiction #unplugged diaries

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babishfantasies · 27 days ago

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I promised - part 12

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 - part 11

The first thing I noticed was how hard and uncomfortable my mattress felt. Why did it feel like this? I usually have no concerns about it, but for some reason it felt wrong now. I moved sideways, trying to find a better position, still too sleepy and wanting a bit more rest before I have to start my day. That’s when I noticed it. Something big, soft and squishy between my legs.

I’m puzzled by the feeling, so I go and check it with my hands. It’s indeed soft and squishy, and it hugs my crotch rather intimately. It’s also damp, or so I figure since my skin there is moist and a bit sticky. I move the covers and sit on my bed. Wasn’t I somewhere else? Anyway, I check the thing with my eyes now, and as soon as I see it, it all comes back to me, though I am more confused than not at the realization.

The diaper is bloated with what appears to be my urine, the one from the dream I assume. The one inside the crib. A dream that felt all too real to not be a dream, but considering where I am now it can’t be any other way. I see how the enlarged part has yellow coloration that contrasts with its plain white color, making it evident that it’s soaked with pee. My pee. The one I made during a dream about being inside a crib wearing a diaper and a onesie.

Oh fuck, I’m getting panicky now. I need to get this off me. I’m currently wearing nothing but the diaper and a t-shirt, so I frantically search for some pants to cover it, at least until I can get to the bathroom and take this thing off. In my panic, I grab a pair that’s way too tight and struggle to fit into them. Why did I pick something so tight? Am I stupid?

Just as I’m trying to pull the pants down I hear someone walking towards my room. Oh no, it’s her. If she sees me like this… I don’t even want to think what’s going to happen. She’s the one that put this thing on me in the first place. Did she expect me to end up like this?... Well, I did, and thanks to her I didn’t sleep on a wet bed.

I don’t have time for this. As her footsteps get closer, I realize it’s too late to remove the pants, so I push hard and manage to get them over the soaked, bloated diaper, covering it for now… or at least hiding what’s inside. Because it’s pretty evident that I’m wearing a diaper right now, the outline bulging under my pants. Why didn't I just take it off and throw it out the window instead? Well, it’s not like she doesn’t know I’m wearing it, so this should be enough to keep her clueless… for now. There’s still the problem of how I’ll get rid of the thing.

As my mind frantically races through every possibility, I consider jumping back into bed, but that would be stupid considering I’m wearing pants now. I’m in the middle of looking for what to do to look as casual as I can when she barges in, prompting me to lock eyes with her.

God, she’s so gorgeous. This time, she’s wearing an open satin robe over her lingerie, her voluptuous body almost in full display. She might have realized I was kind of in a daze while looking at her because she made this playful smile while approaching me. “Oh babe, you’re already up.” She said with a sugary tone. I started to feel more relaxed for some reason, something about her presence and demeanor felt reassuring. That feeling only got stronger after she hugged me and kissed me on the forehead, taking me out a bit from my panic state. Not long after, I found myself easing into her hug, feeling even more at ease in her comforting embrace.

I was too lost in her breasts, her milky scent invading my senses, to notice one of her hands moving down. It was too late when I felt her squeezing my crotch, not in a sexual way but as if she was trying to get the feel of it. “It seems like my baby had a little accident while sleeping” She said in a soft, tender tone.

Her hug eased most of my anxiety, but that didn’t stop my embarrassment, my cheeks now fully red as I realized she had already figured out what I tried to hide so hard. She, almost feeling my anxiety, squeezed me closer to her. “It’s all right, that’s why I put those on you before putting you to bed, sweetie”. I could feel my eyes getting glassy now, don’t know if from the humiliation of this whole situation, or maybe because I was moved by how genuinely worried and caring she felt right now. Perhaps it was both.

I felt, once more, mute and vulnerable in her presence, something I’ve started to get used to by now. Not long after her check, she broke the hug and knelt down to pull my pants off. She inspected my diaper, touching it and giving it a couple of squeezes before she pronounced “Oh! It’s completely soaked, dear. We need to get you out this thing right now”. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, forcing me to waddle all the way, not just because of my diaper, but also because my pants were still around my ankles. She threw me a couple of looks during our trip, making what I can only describe as a condescending smile while she looked at me pathetical move behind her. My cheeks were even redder now. What was she going for with all this?

“Ok honey, let’s give you a bath. I’m sure that will make you feel better” She said motherly as she helped me out of my pants and took my shirt off. Once I was down to my diaper, she took me inside the shower and began to remove the tapes of my diaper, then she took it off me and bundled it into a small package, using the tapes to secure it. It struck me as if this wasn’t the first time she did this, which was odd to say the least.

The fresh air around my crotch felt nice, stopping me for the moment to realize that, once again, I was naked in front of her. I wasn’t as modest this time though, but I couldn’t help myself from feeling a bit self conscious about the whole thing. Meanwhile, she was taking off her robe, getting ready to join me in the bath. Or so I thought, because she didn’t do so. Instead she opened the water, checked the temperature, and when it was adequate she ordered “on the floor, babe”, to which I obeyed without protest. At first it felt odd, how she was soaking me with water using the showerhead as if I were a dog or something. It was when she started to rub me with soap that I started to take a liking to it. Her soapy hands felt soft and caring on my skin, her rubbing feeling almost like a massage. She didn’t spare any parts from her caring touch, and certainly not the one in most need of cleaning.

She took special care of my crotch, spending three cycles cleaning and rinsing that area. Suffice to say, I started to get a bit excited from this, but she didn’t seem to notice at all. She kept cleaning me as if nothing was happening, even humming as if this was some kind of chore. I felt a bit ignored honestly, I even started to doubt that she was into me all that much. I mean, it would be hard to say that now considering she was cleaning me like this, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was treating me more like someone she had to care for than anything else.

Despite that, the shower was great. I came out of it feeling refreshed and content, though still a bit sore from her ignoring me like that. But now that I think about it we haven’t had sex so far, despite feeling like we had. All of those times it’s been mostly me going in my pants, or in a diaper. Is she even into me at all? Or does she want to keep things like this? What am I to her? Just some toy she can treat like… well, like a baby? The thought made me feel miserable. I certainly didn’t want that. Even if some of the stuff we have made felt good. Really good even. Amazing actually.

As I pondered my insecurities, she dutifully dried me with a fluffy towel. This wasn’t one of my towels, so I assumed it must be one of hers. It felt amazing on my skin, it was really soft and comforting, and she made sure to move it around me in a way that only enhanced that feeling, surrounding me in the soft material as she pat me everywhere, taking away the moisture and giving me what felt like a second massage after the one she gave me in the shower.

After I was dry, she enveloped me in another towel, this one also soft and comfy, but dry. The fabric felt positively amazing against my skin, and due to the size of the towel it nearly enveloped my entire body. She then took me under her arm and we began to walk towards her room. During that I kept coming back to the shower, and her seemingly lack of interest in my private parts. I couldn’t contain it anymore, it was bugging me too much. It took me a great effort to do so since I was still in a bit of a daze from all of this, but when we made it into her room and she took me in her arms I said “hey… can I ask you something?”. “Of course, baby. What’s happening?” She said with a sweet smile. I got nervous, scared even. Though I had my concerns about what just happened, I didn't want to ruin this. Whatever this was. That fear only got worse as I rested in her arms, my face close to her chest. The scent coming back to me, making me feel weaker. Still, I managed to speak, though in a sheepish tone. “what are we?”.

She gave me a devious smile, or at least that’s how it felt to me. Superficially It appeared to be a maternal and caring one, but something made me feel that underneath that smile there was something far more twisted than that. And so it must be, since she responded by taking off her bra, her breast now dangling from her chest in all of their massive glory. That alone was enough to quell most of my curiosity, but when she started to take my body, with the soft towel surrounding it making every move feel like a soft caress, near one of her milky breasts, I could feel how that last trace of curiosity was fading away.

As I was hungrily feeding from her tit, her hands roamed all over me, patting and rubbing my back and legs. And so, just like in the shower, I started to feel excited again, and if things were to go on like this I might have another accident, but not like the one I found myself this morning. She knew this, so before it could happen, she slid a diaper up my legs. It took her a while to do so, as she had to keep me pressed against her with one hand while sliding the diaper with the other, but she eventually succeeded in doing so, sliding her hand under the towel clad body to make sure my diaper was safely secured.

And working as a charm, not too long after I was safely padded, it happened. She felt my body trembling a bit and squeezed me closer, enhancing my climax, sending waves after waves of pleasure all over my body as I felt her plump body tightly pressed against my smaller and delicate frame. I came, with all of my emissions safely contained within my diaper. Meanwhile, I never stopped suckling, and even while making soft moans, I dutifully suckled and swallowed all of her delicious treats inside of me, not wanting to waste even a single drop of her sweet gift.

She kept me close to her for a while, letting me enjoy the wonderful feeling of having her so close to me, as I was coming back to that feeling of fussing with her, the one I felt the first time I drank from her bountiful bosom. After a while I felt her moving me towards her other breast, to which I resumed my suckling, now entranced by her loving embrace, her delicious milk filling me with sustenance and care. “Don’t worry about it, baby” She said softly while scratching my head. “Just let Mommy take care of you”. I kept suckling, but could hardly process her words, too overwhelmed by how vulnerable and safe I felt at the moment. “That’s all what Mommy wants. And by the looks of it, that’s all you want too” She said as she squeezed me, but not as tightly as before. This time it felt more tender and loving. Like a mother lovingly holding her baby, entranced by how frail and dependent her baby is on her for anything, completely lost without her guidance and care.

#domme mommy #fem domme #md/lb #ab/dl stories #ab dl mommy #age regression #ab dl #abdlmommy #abdlbabyboy #breastfeeding kink #ab dl diaper

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swallowerofdharma · 1 month ago

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Hi. I am new to this story and unsure of my understanding so i am sorry that this is too long but i wanted to give my reasons behind the question. Please feel free to pick them apart. Also english is not my first language so i might over explain in my anxiety to be comprehensive.

Yashiro compares himself to livestock, thinks his impotence is poetic justice, goes along with all of doumeki’s ministrations even though no sex between them has been based on yashiro’s actual wants (this is not to bash doumeki, he is also complex and deserving of empathy and understanding) apart from physical arousal which was earlier steeped in his childhood trauma and now is steeped in his idealisation of doumeki from their first sex which again was traumatic for him so neither is a good thing in my opinion.

For me this story is about Yashiro accepting (he already knows) that people caused him pain through sex, control and neglect and he deserved none of it. This acceptance was triggered by sex steeped in mutual love so i think love’s narrative role as a catalyst is done. Yashiro’s fear is his antinomy and no amount of external validation can resolve that unless he abandons the idea that he is unlovable and it can only start by him accepting that he loves himself. Yashiro already loves himself, its evident from his tremendous growth post time skip. There have been so many instances of him recognizing his self worth and starting to assign blame especially with doumeki but he backtracks partially because of his immense trauma that colors his self perception and partially his idealisation (he does not struggle as much with asserting himself with inami). His ‘spare me’ in the last chapter was such a hopeful moment for me, he was gritting his teeth like he was fed up of it all, (as he should be, i don’t think the story romanticises either of their unhealthy behaviour), it wasn’t resignation. Last time when it got too much, he actively chose to die as he was. This time, and this is consistent with his narrative growth, he might choose to reclaim his agency.

So i wanted to understand why a lot of people think that a confession from doumeki or even yashiro out of their own volition or through an external force would be helpful at this point? Even though i would love to see it as the end result.

Hello Anon, and welcome! English isn’t my first language either and I often find myself puzzled over trying to explain myself in a satisfying way and trying not to write posts so long that people will be too bored to read lol Despite that, I think we have to take our time to be able to put down our thoughts on aspects of a story that are so very delicate and complex. So thank you for including your considerations in your ask, it helps me a lot. If you wanted to know if a simple confession would be enough after so many misunderstandings and with so many doubts between these two characters, my answer is along the lines of “it might depend on what type of reader you are”. Probably most people just really feel that a confrontation or plain communication is necessary and that the circumstances will push Yashiro and Doumeki to stop hiding their true feelings, including their individual fears. Adding to this the discomfort that many people have when they experience uncertainty, when things are not confirmed literally and plainly, in this case the characters’ intentions: there is probably some trepidation and the expectation for a confession given in non ambiguous terms, and this should provide some sort of closure for those who are willfully overlooking some of the deeper issues you mentioned above and just want a conventional happy ending. For some readers this isn’t a story about individual growth, necessarily, because they interact with the story with the expectation that the point is the romantic relationship itself, without questioning too deeply about the necessity of building trust in intentional ways. But I believe that this story is just so much more interesting if we take notice of the struggle between the different ideologies and worldviews of the characters, their identity and will and their crises, especially as someone’s identity is so crucial when it comes to loving and being loved. Yashiro’s doubts and fear, his guilt and the fact that he has been struggling with his acceptance of homosexual relationships for a long time would not have been there if this wasn’t a honest attempt to draw a believable character development, of asking the readers to look at the mask and why we need the mask in the first place. So many times Yashiro covers his face with his hand. The question is a crucial one, what if we are too raw and vulnerable underneath that unmasking will take away too much? “Do people really want to be understood?” asks young Yashiro to Misumi. What if being seen and understood takes away everything that keeps you standing as a person (persona)?

This is a story that has a lot of light and levity considering. Yashiro’s strength and resilience is the quality that makes him stand out so much. I’m looking forward to seeing him facing the hardest confrontation yet: Izumi, not as a rival, but as a woman.

“If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.” Don DeLillo

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru ask #eri reads saezuru #yoneda kou

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darklydeliciousdesires · 10 months ago

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Eleven.

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,414

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

With her love sleeping soundly, Bryn began to feel restless in the hour she had left before the dawn broke, pulling on her long, deep blue silk nightgown and matching floral robe, exiting the bedroom. Touring the corridors of Arrow House as she made her way to the stairs, she smiled to see the traces of herself there within the home. Her flourishing friendship with her soon-to-be sister-in-law meant that Grace consulted her at every turn where furnishing the property with art and antiquities was concerned.

The softly spoken Irish beauty had excellent taste, Bryn only needing to advise her here and there over certain pieces, all of which she had received a very nice little discount for purchasing. The Johan Baptist Reiter painting that hung to the left as she descended the bottom of the staircase looked particularly lovely in its placement. Just like Bryn herself, Grace had a fondness for Biedermeier.

Sensing a presence in the sitting room, she gravitated in that direction, pushing the slightly ajar door open to see Tommy sitting by the fire, a cigarette in one hand and a whiskey in the other.

“Tired our John out, have you?”

She laughed softly through her nose, Tommy rising from his seat, gesturing to the whiskey bottle.

“Please,” she spoke, sitting down. “And yes, for now.”

“I didn’t mean to be coarse, but the sound travels well in this house,” he commented, pouring the whiskey into a tumbler and passing it to her.

“The high ceilings often bode well for good acoustics. I apologise if my wailing awoke you. Your brother is nothing short of a very gifted lover.”

Tommy shook his head, returning to his seat. “Wasn’t that.” A shadow crept across his features, one he did well to hide from any other person. Bryn was a different matter entirely, though.

“The German guns still haunt you.”

Her assertion earned her a fixed stare, his cool eyes softening a touch as he slowly brought the cigarette to his lips, the tobacco embers crackling. “Didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“You aren’t,” she smiled, “but nothing gets past me. I know the look of a man haunted by his past, by the horrors that still dance a cruel waltz within his mind at everything he saw and should not have had to.” She paused, trailing the rim of the glass with her fingernail. “I tire of witnessing the harm that befalls young men, sent off to fight in the wars concocted by those who never leave their seats of power to fight alongside them. I never sent anyone into a battle that I did not join them in myself, too.”

“John mentioned that you were quite the tactician back in your human days. A warlord, I believe he coined it.”

She nodded, sipping her drink. “Correct, yes.”

“Then it puzzles me why, with that kind of experience, you have fled your enemies for so very long,” he spoke. “Surely your brilliance dictates you could thwart them all, especially taking your strength into consideration.”

A prickle of annoyance skipped over her chest, but Bryn remained calm. “You should know better than anyone, Tommy, that strength is found in numbers where war is concerned. My kind has been hunted to near eradication within England. I have no allies left, and I shall die before I bring my children into this. I am, however, currently in a phase of contemplation. Something happened tonight, something that meant I intend to put down roots in Birmingham. I can hide no longer, so therefore I must begin to strike back against those who have hunted me.”

He cocked his head, watching how the diamonds upon her finger glittered in the firelight, smiling softly. “It fits, then? He was having a right old panic over whether it would.” Watching a small frown settle between her eyebrows as her mouth twisted into a curious smile, he elaborated. “I got dragged to the Jewellery Quarter to help him pick it. Never seen our John in that much of a bloody flap over anything.”

His words touched her, Bryn imagining her sweet love losing his cool over which ring to choose. “Now that I am to be married, you see why I no longer wish to flit from place to place, to keep them guessing with guards upon the doors of my various residences across the globe. In order to do that, though, I must begin in making strikes against them.”

His next question was only natural, Tommy leaning forward in his seat. “And how do you propose to do that?”

Bryn smirked, mirroring his lean. “Setting the kind of trap they shan’t be able to refuse falling into, Tommy.”

It took many more moving pieces in the first phase to begin dismantling the Rasmusen’s infrastructure than just Bryn herself, five large vans en route to her London residence the day after Boxing Day. Predictably, they had a tail, which was exactly what John wanted as he sat in the passenger seat, Johnny Dogs driving.

“It’s a good job they weren’t convinced over the serving girl’s statement that Brynhild wasn’t there?” he stated, negotiating the bends that led them down over the main route into the capital.

John sniffed, taking a swig of whiskey from his hip flask. “I said to Pol she likely weren’t the only one they sent to spy our movements, and yeah, Dogs. I’m glad of it.” Looking in the wing mirror, the car that followed them appeared as a deep maroon dot in the distance, John lifting his chin as he swallowed hard. He just hoped that a few of the men within were notable within the family, for their strike to have the desired effect.

Once they had arrived at 14 Holland Park Road, John jumped out and headed to the front door, Bryn’s neatly pencilled list withing his grasp of the items they were to take from the property and transport back to Birmingham. He nodded at the two men under the employment of Alfie Solomons upon the door, pushing in the key into the lock and opening it up.

“Right, lads,” he began, standing outside of the large sitting room as he perused the list. “All the paintings from the ground, first and second floors, the baby grand, every vase and ornament and leave the rest. Get the packing cases in and hop to it.”

He had personally been tasked with bringing a few items of her clothing and all of her jewellery, Bryn not wanting anyone but her future husband rifling through her personal items, heading up to her bedroom to begin collecting those very belongings.

“Nice bed,” he muttered upon entrance, looking over as he strode to the wardrobe, “shame I won’t get to bounce her around on it for a few hours.” Once the designer pieces she’d listed had been pulled out, her furs as well, he went to the safe and removed all of her jewels, placing each into the heavy hessian sack he carried, picking up the clothing and exiting swiftly. Not before leaving a few items around before he did.

The house was emptied of everything she’d requested within two hours, the team heading back up to Birmingham minus their tail, who stayed parked up at the end of the road.

“Ay, what aren’t we following ‘em, Pat?”

Watching the vans driven by the Peaky Blinders pass them by, Patrick Rasmussen turned to Stanley, nodding back at the house. “Guards are still on the doors, lad. Since they only came back this morning, it means she’s still in there. I think it’s safe to assume she’s on the move, though, what with the contents of her house being cleared out by the Peaky lads. Go down to the phone box and call in with me dad, get him to have one team follow the van, but most of the lads to come down here and wait. We strike on her tonight, as soon as they step away from the door.”

Patrick thought he was being clever, but sadly for him, Brynhild Leifsdottir was much cleverer than he’d ever be able to anticipate...

“Ahh, look now. Pulled over for a break, they have,” spoke Matthew Rasmussen, the very man tasked with following the vans heading back to Birmingham, having been sat awaiting word from Edward on when to move. “Reet, lads. Ready yourselves. Not that we’ll need to, like. We’ve got ‘em well outnumbered.”

His grin of triumph fixed itself firmly, getting to strike a coup against the Peaky Blinders and partially disarm of her allies the vampire menace who had evaded his family for so long in one fell swoop, Matthew noticing there only to be eight men standing around smoking and chatting by the five vans pulled over at the side of the road.

Between his car and the other that followed, ten Rasmussen family members and associates strode out, guns ready, the scent of success bolstering them with every step.

“Can I help you lads?” John asked, flicking his cigarette away.

“Aye, lad. You can stand still and get shot,” Matthew chirped, aiming the gun in his hand towards his head.

“Are we getting shot today, John?” Johnny Dogs asked casually with a sniff. “Didn’t think it was a shooting day today, I didn’t?”

“Nah, Dogs. We ain’t getting shot today, mush.” John’s grin broadened, Matthew shaking his head, about to deliver his final words before the man before him spoke again. “Brynhild sends her regards.”

Perhaps if his brother Patrick was paying greater attention, he would have noticed that one the five vans in the convoy was not filled with the antiquities belonging to the vampire. Tragically for Matthew, nobody noticed until it was too late that it was instead filled with eight Peaky Blinders who stepped out with machine guns, rapidly opening fire.

“Back home by teatime then, John boy?” Arthur spoke casually, once the hail of bullets had ceased. Lowering the machine gun in his grasp, he walked to Matthew’s corpse, snorting deeply before spitting onto his face. “Fucking cunt.”

“Ar, brother. Let’s get off.”

With one team eradicated, the second sat patiently in their vehicles upon Holland Park Road, waiting for any signs of life within the property. At just gone five-thirty in the evening, a rapidly zooming Bryn opened the French windows at the rear of her house, looking around to see the items her love had left out in preparation before taking a tour of the home.

“I shall miss you, beautiful house,” she hummed, her fingertips trailing over each piece of furniture as she passed it by. “It is a most worthy trade, though.”

Entering her bedroom, she held a hand to her chest at the sight of a single red rose laid upon the bed, a note accompanying.

Hurry back when you’re done, sweetheart. I have plans, and they all involve burying my tongue and then my cock inside you until you’re screaming x

Romantic, yet filthy. That was her John to an absolute tee. Taking the note, she tucked it into the pocket of her smart, black trouser suit, pushing the rose into the long braid in her hair before moving downstairs and opening the front door.

“Evening, chaps,” she spoke warmly, giving them both a little wedge of notes each. “Go and enjoy yourselves. As explained to Mr Solomons I shall no longer be requiring his guard services, but please do inform him there shall be a very nice cheque to follow in the post as a personal token of my appreciation.”

The taller of the two nodded, lifting his hat to her. “A pleasure, Ms Leifsdottir. Thank you, ma’am.”

Bryn made sure she stood at the front door for long enough to be noticed while waving them away in their car, closing it behind her and heading to the sitting room in wait. They arrived in two units, as she suspected they would, the first storming the front door and the second the rear, twenty Rasmussen men filling the space.

“Finally,” Patrick grinned, the men surrounding her, “we’re fucking got you cornered at last. Stan, get her in chains.”

“Oh, no, no, my dear,” she hummed, shaking her head.

“No?” he laughed, Stan moving towards her. “We’ve got you surrounded, pet. One move and its curtains for you, it is.”

“My associates say differently, as do the trip wires you’re all about to stumble upon.”

Patrick and his men halted immediately, indeed seeing wires all boxing the area in which the vampire stood, Bryn flicking her hands. Sparks of ignition lit the very shortened fuses upon the strategically placed sticks of dynamite, her fangs glistening as she grinned. “Now, what is that my soon to be husband says, hmm? Ah yes. By order of the Peaky Blinders,” she laughed, delivering her final words with a wave. “Fuck you.”

She was gone out of the open French windows within a blink, her entire house exploding into inferno the next, Bryn hovering high above in the air to watch the fireball engulf her former home, and the twenty Rasmussen’s within it. The reflection of the flames twinkled in her eyes, Bryn feeling a piece of herself return.

“Splendid.” With that, she left London, racing through the night air rapidly, returned to Birmingham in just under fifteen minutes. She was so swift, in fact, she even beat John home, her beloved arriving not long after her, giving his coat and cap to a waiting Arthur and removing his boots before calling through the house.

“Where’s me bab?”

“Bedroom, darling,” she replied. He took the stairs two at a time, turning right to enter the bedroom, not seeing her anywhere in sight. His mouth upturned to feel her arms slide around him from behind, delicate fingers unknotting his tie as she laid kisses to his cheek.

“How’d it go?”

“With a very big bang,” she purred, tongue swiping a lick upon his cheek.

He turned, clasping her nakedness to him, laying lustful kisses upon her neck while his fingers went to her wavy, freshly undone hair. “Just like the rest of your night, then.” The scent of her lightly perfumed skin pulled at him like a heady intoxicant, his clothes all shed by the time they reached the bed, lying back and taking her with him.

His hands moved in slow tour down her back, grasping the rounded cheeks of her bum, making her squeal when he laid a hard slap to each. “Get up here,” he rasped, winking as he grasped her hips. “You know exactly where I want ya.”

Taking to her knees, she shuffled up the bed, levelling herself with his head. He pushed his elbows against her thighs, bringing her down until her sex met the long, firm swipe of his tongue. His breath misted hot against her cool folds, her skin soon warming to the blazing warmth of his mouth with every lick he pushed against her, groaning as the sharp honey of her cunt began to bathe his tongue.

His fingers trailed over the ancient etchings upon her hips, pattering up to her breasts, evoking an earthy moan as he began to roll her nipples into peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. Heat streaked over her nerves like a hail of comets as his lips wrapped her clit in a firm suck, tongue gently rolling, her thighs twitching in response.

The rich groan rumbling through his throat as she reached back to clasp his cock vibrated through her, Bryn pausing to lick her hand wet before curling it around his hardness again, a breathy sigh leaving her parted lips as he sank his tongue into the wet of her cunt. The pleasure surged through her, hips purling against his mouth, her hand working him to steel, all while crying out softly at the speed his tongue beat against her bud with.

He had her embers stoking to flames rapidly, the burn much too smouldering to withstand without him being inside her. The slick of her cunt grazed his abs as she moved down, and it sent a bolt through him, lightning that struck deep again as she speared herself upon his cock, leaning to circle his nipple with her tongue. Her walls flexed around him as the heat of his cock radiated through her, warming her walls as it dragged against them, her teeth closing in soft bite on his nipple, running a lick from his chest up to his mouth.

The momentum gathered rapidly, little shocks of burning pleasure skittering through them as their bodies moved together in perfect sync, Bryn leaving raspberry trails of lust upon the lily white of his chest with her nails. His muscles bounced beneath the clawed contact, the feeling sinking down to his bones as he watched her tits bounce, his hands moving to cup them before he reached for her neck, pulling her down to his level,

Moving to hold her in a grasp upon her hips, her wail sounded through the air as he fucked up into her hard, their tongues swirling, kisses all heat and sin, John making her shriek and giggle when he moved a hand to begin laying hard smacks upon the round of her bum.

“Fucking can’t wait for you to be my wife.” he groaned, kisses moving to her neck.

To be somebody’s wife again, she could scarcely believe it, to have finally found a man who loved her that much after crossing oceans of time alone.

Witnessing the wattage of her luminous smile was all the answer he needed, their mouths meeting again as he turned her onto her back, limbs locking around one another as sublime love and burning lust met in perfect alchemy.

Once they’d spent time thoroughly enjoying themselves, they lay idly stroking one another, Bryn’s nail trailing from freckle to freckle, mapping the constellation upon his shoulder. They were the stars, his body the endless sky she wished to sail through. Come January the first, it would be a month since he’d first met her and yet, it felt like a year. Already he struggled to remember a life without his beloved in it, and he never wanted that for either of them again.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, Bryn reaching to the side of his head, miming winding a crank handle. “Oi, cheeky mare. Less of that.” Despite himself, he still laughed, his amused chuckles joining the tinkle of her giggles.

“So yeah, I’ve been thinking, right, about the future. After everything you’ve told me about your long life, it wouldn’t be fair for me to make you watch me grow old and eventually have to lose me an’ all. Once Katie is a bit older and won’t need me to be around for her quite so much, especially not in the daytime, I want you to make me vampire. I dunno, though, like will it cause issues, you being the one to do it?”

She understood the connotations clearly, since the bond between creator and offspring as just as deep, if not deeper than a human parent and child. There was an exception, though. “It shan’t, no. It is different if a vampire turns their lover or spouse. It is called Amantes Vinculum Sanguinis, which is Latin for the lover's blood bond.” Her eyes sparkled at him through the amber haze of the candle and firelight bathing the room in a warm glow, shaking her head softly. “You truly want this, to join me forever?”

He leaned to her, nuzzling her nose softly. “’Course I fucking do. Well, I dunno. I might get fed up of ya in five hundred years, but I doubt it.”

Her fist met the side of his neck in a playful punch. “I have never met anybody who has ever loved me that much before, to want to walk the darkness with me for all eternity.”

“Well, now you have,” he affirmed, linking his fingers through hers. “I reckon you probably have, though. You just ain’t ever wanted to let ‘em in, have ya?”

How well he knew her, understood her on an instinctual level. “I suppose this is fair reasoning, my darling. For you to propose this, though, goodness,” she began, reaching to stroke his face. “Nobody has ever meant more to me than you, John. I love you so completely and endlessly.”

The way he kissed her mirrored those words entirely.

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urfavdyke2 · 3 months ago

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some food for the horny dykes who need some powerplay, scissoring and a brat ofc

enjoy!

laying down watching a scary movie with her. She’s all big and masculine but shes actually just a baby whos scared of everything, I’ll let her hide her face in my neck, feeling her breathing right on me. id run my hands through her hair, give it a tug by the roots and tell her to watch the movie. she does as i say (such a good girl) after a few minutes i feel her hands grab at my pants. ‘please, can i just- please ill be quiet’ i dont want to give her the satisfaction of her hearing how out of breath her whines get me, i nod and help take my pants off. she slides down onto her knees infront of me and spreads my legs a little. shes eats me like a starved women, even though she said she’d be quiet, i can hear her tongue on my pussy, her moans vibrating through my body. she circles my clit with the tip of her tongue, her long finger sinks into me while she starts to flick my clit with that fucking tongue. ‘mhm im gonna cu-aah-mm’ she shoves her face in my pussy to hid her smirk, i feel myself release on her tongue. the movies is still on, just background sound now. i give her a kiss and pull her up and lay her down on the couch.

‘let me make you feel good baby’

‘yes please’

‘yes please what?’

‘yes please make me feel good mommy’

‘that’s a good girl’

i grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off, my tits are free (free the nipple) and begging to be sucked. she immediately lifts her head to get closer to my chest, i just giggle and push her down.

‘no touching, keep your fucking hands to yourself’

i ignore the huff that falls from her lips, so pink, so pretty.

i shuffle down so that im sitting on top of her lap

‘can i take them off?’

‘mmph’

‘words’

‘yes please take them off mommy’

i undo her jeans and tug her boxers down. i look up at her to see her eyes filled with hazy lust and need. i lick a looong stripe along her slit and bring my lips to her clit and suck softly, desperate to hear her moans as i lick her. i see her mouth open and i decide to stick my 2 fingers in her mouth, shes shocked by my movement but starts sucking them immediately.

‘such a good girl aren’t you baby, didnt even need to tell you to suck my fingers’

she whines in response and i giggle at her predicament. i remove my fingers from her mouth and bring them to her pussy, which is dripping with absolute need. i start sucking her clit harder, rolling it in my mouth and nibbling on it to see how she likes it, she loves it and i decide its time.

‘pleeease’

‘aw cute begging baby, do it some more’

‘please fuck, just put your fingers in me, i need it, i need to feel you filling me up, please’

‘fuck’ i grumble under my breath, i cant say no to her.

i sink my fingers knuckle deep in her pussy, watching her eyes widen and close from the relief of being filled , i continue this for a while, my fingers deep in her cunt, hitting all the spots she wants me to, i listen to her instructions, i want to lean her body, know what makes her tick, makes her moan. as soon as i feel her cunt clench around my fingers, i take them out and clean them up with my own tongue. she has no idea why ive stopped until she sees my shifting around.

‘fuuuuuck yes mommy please use my cunt,please put your pussy against it and cum all over her’

our legs slot together like goddamn puzzle pieces and i moan in a low tone. i lean my head back in pleasure and she takes this chance to switch control.

i find myself pinned down by the shoulders, her pussy still kissing mine.

‘you’ve been too bossy for my liking’

‘oh shut up you love it’

‘not when i get teased’

‘youre such a fucking bottom, you were just begging for my fingers a few moments ago, but noooow you have a problem? you know, i think you need to learn your fucking plac-‘

a loud smack rings through the apartment. and then a loud moan follows.

‘i cant believe you just fucking moaned from getting slapped. you really are more pathetic than i thought’

‘oh shut the fuck up’

she grabs my face, her clit touching mine for a blissful second before it disappears. her hair is loose and hanging over her and she oozes dominance and i will willingly give her anything she wants from me.

she squeezes my cheeks and releases them again.

‘you need to learn your place, you think you can top me once and now youre daddy? no no baby, i think you need to remember who makes you cum, who decides when you cum, youre mine baby, got that?’

‘i had you moaning like a goddamn bitch in heat, dont act all tough, you know how good i make you feel, you crave me, you crave my sounds, my taste, my body,, you crave all of me, i should bend you over and beat the brat out of yo-’

another slap is placed on my face, shutting me up for a moment. i feel weight lift off of me and my first thought is

i am oh so fucked (hopefully)

before i can whine or complain i feel my panties being shoved into my mouth, stopping all sounds from falling out.

‘much better, ill just shut you up for now until i wanna use your mouth, now let me ride this pretty pussy till MY cum is all over her’

‘yes fuck anything you want, please use my cunt’ is what i try to say, it comes out as more of a

‘uuef uh uhnyhin uo ant, ease eus m cun’

‘god you sound pathetic baby, cant even speak anymore, thats okay baby, all you need to do is be good for me ’

i immediately grind my pussy against hers, desperate to show her how quickly i have her falling apart on my fingers, even if im not on top. i need to see her crumble on top of me, no matter who’s on top, no matter who’s got the power, i am the one to make her cum, only me. her hands find my neck, her warm hands begin to roam my skin, i whine, she knows i struggle to focus on stuff when its her touching me, shes so trying to get on my nerves. out of spite i ground up, her hands falter for a second before i feel the on my hips, her fingers gripping me so hard, ill probably be bruised tomorrow.

‘dont try to make me cum whore, you dont deserve it’

i nearly moaned at her filthy fucking words but i need to save some face, i nodded sheepishly. her one hand leaves my hip and grabs my face, roughly taking the panties from my gagged mouth.

she mimics me best she can (with that stupid smirk too)

‘words’

i groan and say ‘i dont deserve to make you cum’

‘and who are you saying that to?’

‘you’

‘who am i?’

‘mmhmpm’

she grabbed me by the hair and lifts me up, mavovering around so that im laying on my stomach with my ass in the air. she slap my ass with one hand and lean over me, in my ear with a husky voice she says

‘who. am. i’

every bratty remark or disobedient thought have been replaced by her. daddy. her. all of her.

‘dadddy’

she laughs, deeper, more gruff now, my good behaviour must really turn her on. she flips me over again, her manhandling is just getting me wetter. we resume the original position, cunt to cunt, molding together. her hand is placed on my hip while the other is wrapped around my throat. she just keeps getting hotter and hotter.

she starts to move, her hips finding a pleasing rhythm, one that makes her whimper and her nose scrunch a bit, you look down at me with those gorgeous fucking eyes, ‘be still, and dont cum till i say so’

i knew in that moment that this was going to be the most difficult thing i’ll ever do. she left her lust take over, i tried to ignore how her mouth fell open and how her brows furrowed or the sweat that was collecting on her forehead, i didnt even notice the way her forearm was flexing and trying not to choke me too hard. i was doing just fine until i heard her voice above me.

‘watch how fucking needy for your cunt is for me angel’

my eyes hesitantly found their way down to our drowning pussies, she must’ve looked down too because i hear a soft ‘fuck’ from her, she starts rubbing harder, clenching her eyes even tighter as she chases her high, im close too, just a minute longer and ill cum too. but shes too far gone, she pushes me down my back and i watch as her tits bounce as she rides out her orgasm on my cunt, i am thrumming with need but this is about her, and all i can focus on is how her chest raises and falls, how her clit is still touching mine, how the sounds that leave her lips make me want to do sinful acts to her and i just have to sit there and take it, no touching, just watching.

her orgasm came down, she flopped onto me, our sweaty bodies tangled together, she giggled and glance up at me

‘round two?’

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