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acta, non verba - ii. there is no treachery in the art of war

chapter 1 | series masterlist | ao3 | main masterlist | chapter 3 pairing: conqueror!marcus acacius x ofc!reader. summary: you need to start moving the game along, but you cannot be too obvious. or... can you? a/n: hello there! c: here's the second chapter! there is quite a bit of character & world building in this one, as i felt it served the storyline, so i hope you guys like it! i wanted to thank you all for your nice, encouring words on the first chapter, it really motivated me to keep on writing! you guys are amazing 💖 as always, all interactions welcome, i do appreciate you liking, sharing and/or commenting! take care <3 warnings: 18+, mdni. references to marital abuse (physical and sexual) and child marriage (massive age gap, not in a cutesy way), in line with the time this story is set on. mentions of death/murder. mention of infertility. sexual tension galore (👀). a smidge of angst. w/c: ~8.6k. dividers by @saradika-graphics taglist at the end (let me know if you want to be added/removed please!)

“Honestly, I don’t think it’s a good idea, Callie”, Torcall sombrely warned you, his eyes locking on yours over the wooden spoon he tightly gripped close to his mouth.

“And what would you have me do then?”, you sneeringly replied back.

Your brother-in-law had been pestering you the whole morning about what your plan was to win your lands back. You knew the long game was your best bet — you didn’t have the numbers to face Rome on your own. Your athair had tried and failed in his attempt. Another defeat like the one your people suffered in Raedykes would destroy your clan. It would wipe you out off the map — everything your ancestors had worked for, gone under the crushing yoke of the Romans.

“I would not have you whoring yourself out to a fucking Roman, that’s for sure. Your athair would be so disappointed in you.” He snapped back at you, anger flowing in his words.

His reply stung badly, so much you unconsciously crossed your arms at chest level — an unvoluntary gesture to protect yourself from his accusation.

“That’s beyond the point”, you barked, the green of your irises burning like hellish fire. “And my father would be just fine with my decision. Need I remind you who he married me off to?”

Torcall’s knuckles went white as his fingers pressed around the spoon harshly. You cocked a brow, unwavering.

Ten years ago, your athair had reached an agreement with Iain of Am Baile Ùr(Insh), the lord of Badenoch whose state was a few miles south of your birthplace. For as long as Caledonia had formed, there had always been internal disputes about who was the rightful heir to the Overlord title.

The clan who held the stronghold at Inbhir Nis had historically always been considered the legitimate title’s holder. Your family had been the keepers of the land for as long as anyone could remember. But it didn’t stop those who were thirsty for power, so your father had to prove himself over and over again.

After several bloody skirmishes, Murdoch of Inbhir Nis had crowned himself, yet again, lord and master of Caledonia. Iain had been a strong contestant against your father and was only appeased when your athair offered you as a consolation prize to him, as if you were a lamb up for sale at the local market. A cheap one at that.

At the tender age of six and ten, you had been shipped off to an unknown land to be wife to a man you had never seen before. The next ten years of your life would be living hell — what you had to endure, you would not wish it upon your worst enemy.

The memories that would crawl back at night would still wake you up, a cold sweat trickling down your spine every time. Abuse in your arranged marriage was your bread and butter. Every time you returned home under the prying, controlling eyes of Iain or your family came to visit, you would lie to them about the new bruise on your cheek, the limp you had for a couple of weeks or the teeth marks on your neck. Murdoch was the last to realise, unable to come to terms with the destiny he had forced upon you. And by the time he did, there was not much he could do without infuriating Iain, without risking another war.

The peace of the Caledonians outweighed your suffering, after all. You were not worth such a bloodshed.

So you pushed through it all and survived — for family, for clan, for honour. Never resented your father either; he had a duty to protect his tribe, and so did you. For a decade you dragged yourself across ember and ash, until you finally caught a break six months ago.

Iain was found dead in the marital bed, his eyes wide open and his expression struck with horror, as if a wraith had taken his life. At the mature age of six and sixty, you had been his third wife, so when his only son and heir from his first marriage ascended, you were no longer needed. With no family of your own tying you to that ghostly place, you packed your things and swiftly left, the Will' O' the Wisps guiding you home.

“I didn’t mean it that way”, his answer burst out in a pitiful whisper. One of your eyebrows raised even further into your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

You sighed, unfolding your arms and looking at the cold broth in front of you. Grabbing the spoon again, you swirled it in the bowl aimlessly. You didn’t need your most trusted ally questioning your decisions, not when the whole clan depended on your actions. At least he was doing so in the intimacy of a crannog and not in front of your folk.

“I’m just trying my best, Torcall. I know I can win our freedom back, so I need you to have some faith in me. How I get to the endgame is up to me. The means justify the end.” Your words were imbued with unfaltering determination.

“I do trust you, Callie. With my life and the lives of my children”, he mumbled solemnly with a curtsy as his eyes drifted to the other end of the room.

Your niece and nephew, whom you loved dearly, were obliviously playing with some wooden swords their father had handcrafted a while back. They were six years of age, both born during the cold winter months. The twins had filled the blackhole in your heart, one that your marriage had not been able to lade.

“Ah, ye brute!” Your nephew, Daimh, let the sword slip from his fingers to hold his hand close to his chest. “You’ve hurt me, Iona!”

His little feet dabbed towards you, raising his injured hand in the air.

“Auntaidh (auntie), Iona has broken my fingers, look!”, he wept while you cradled his hand.

“Oh, come on here, mo laochain (my little hero). Let me see”, you said while rubbing his hand between yours and kissing it where it hurt.

“What a wimpy!”, Iona complained, running to her father. “I won, daddy!” Her proud, high-pitched voice squealed in excitement, and you couldn’t hide your smile.

“I’m going to tell màthair (mother)!”, Daimh blew raspberries at his sister, and she reciprocated from the other side of the table.

Your heart sunk to your stomach at the mention of Maisie, tears welling up at the corner of your eyes. Both you and Torcall had explained to them that their mother had been reunited with Dhuosnos, God of the Dead, but they were too little to fully understand what that entailed, what it truly meant.

“When is mama coming back from Tech Duinn (House of Dhuosnos), daddy? I miss her dearly”, Iona’s innocent words ripped at your heart.

Torcall and you exchanged mournful glances.

“Aye, me too”, exclaimed Daimh as he snuggled in your arms.

“So do we, sweet pea, so do we”, you mumbled as you kissed the crown of his blonde head.

Daimh stirred in your arms, his green eyes piercing yours. He looked so much like his mother that it was painful. Maisie and you had the same emerald irises, although she had been blonde. Daimh and Iona were living images of her.

“When can we go home? This place smells funny”, your nephew questioned while he sat on your lap.

You wished you could tell him. Your whole family had been living in the castle that now Marcus Acacius occupied. Torcall and his children could not risk staying there, not when the threat of death was hanging above them. If the Romans knew your sister had offspring, they would hunt them down.

Despite the adversity, you had been lucky in a sense. The highlanders had always been wary of strangers — outsiders brought tragedy with them, in the way of disease or war. The Caledonians had learnt to keep their distance, to be extremely cautious. So, when the General and his army arrived, no one spoke of your family, not even when questioned.

Your people, despite the differences that had them at each other’s throats some years back, were loyal to you. And it was their fealty what enabled your plan, what allowed you to pretend, to just be another servant girl.

So Torcall, his children and you had sought refuge in the skirts of town. Your uncail Aengus’ wife had welcomed you into her home.

The crannog was a circular hut with a straw roof, the walls made of mud, rocks, wood. There was only one big, round room, with an open hearth which kept the inside warm. The open shelving gathered some necessary clutter, but there were many things scattered around the place. There were only three beds lined up against the wall, which meant that you shared a bed with Iona and Torcall with his son. Your cousins had moved out to the small barn just a few feet away to make room for you.

It was cramped and very modest in comparison to the thick walls of your castle, but it was a roof over your heads. You were extremely grateful to her. Your heart still wept at the memory of telling her the demise of her husband.

“Soon we will, but in the meantime, we are keeping Bonnie and her sons company. And this place smells just fine. Are you sure it’s not you, you stinky little deamhan (demon)?”, you jested, pinching his nose and then tickling his ribs.

His laughter was a soothing balm on your aching, longing heart.

“Was everything as expected, Dominus?” His Roman servant asked, his head bowed to him.

Marcus patted the corners of his mouth with the rag on his lap and then nodded to Atticus. The food was somewhat decent, a venison stew with some root vegetables he could not identify. The bread, unsurprisingly, was a bit stale, so he had left it untouched.

The great hall was lugubrious, silence filling up the atmosphere. There were two other maids in the room, cowering in a corner with averted eyes. They only spoke a barbarian language he had no wish to learn. Communication with the natives was extremely difficult, as they seemed to be uneducated.

But there was one lass who knew how to speak Latin — you, Callie.

He wondered where you had gone. Marcus had not seen you since your encounter in his new-found bedchamber. It had been three days since then and with each passing one, he found himself searching the room for you. There was something about you that had reeled him in but was unsure of what it was. Maybe it was the eerie, magical aura that surrounded your fiery hair — or maybe it was the way you carried yourself, the way you had briefly but decisively held his gaze. The way you quickly retreated — unwillingly.

Marcus imperceptibly shook his head and waved his hand at Atticus, motioning for him to pour another cup of the bitter wine.

“Yes”, he simply replied, bringing the wooden chalice to his lips.

Atticus signalled the young women to come forward and they quickly cleared the table of dishes and cutlery. When he was alone with his servant, away from enemies’ ears, he signalled at Atticus, who quickly stepped forward.

“Fetch my commanders and bring them here. There are matters I need to discuss with them”, Marcus demanded of him.

His attendant curtsied and vanished from the great hall, leaving him alone.

Marcus was taking in every detail of the room, of the tapestries and their stories, when a scattering sound distracted him. He thought to hear a commotion, then a blasphemy. Curious, he stood up, stepped off the dais and sauntered towards the double doors. The door was slightly ajar, so he only had to push it for it to swing open.

There was nothing in the corridor except for a distinct scent. Rosemary and thyme with a hint of something unrecognisable, he identified. A smell that had loitered in his bedchamber once you left. Wrinkling his aquiline nose, he caught something in the corner of his eye. He turned to see how a shadow dissipated at the end of the corridor.

Furrowing his brows and in long strides, Marcus covered the distance, tracking the distinct aroma — like a lost man after the beckoning of a nymph, he followed. As he was about to turn the corner, he almost collided with Maximus, Valerius and Cassius.

“My lord,” Cassius was the first to talk, “we were on our way to you. You wished to see us?”

Marcus tried to conceal his confusion at the sight of the three men. With his head slightly tilted, he asked, “Did you encounter anyone on your way to me, Commander?”

Cassius slowly shook his head no, baffled by the question. “No, Dominus, no one. Were you expecting someone else?”

The General hmphed, taciturn. He needed to be cautious — if the tapestries were right, ungodly, mythical creatures lingered between the walls of the castle. Evil ones at that.

“Worry not”, Marcus rapidly dismissed. “Follow me, gentlemen.”

The four men sat at the rectangular table on the dais, Marcus’ fingers drumming on the wood as Maximus flattened a piece of parchment before him.

“These are some names that have been thrown around in the last few days, people who may act on their rebellious comments. Our spies have been trying their best to mix in with the townies, but they are tough nuts to crack. They are wary even of the people who speak their own language”, Maximus’ index finger slid down the list as he talked.

Marcus’ hand darted forward and pinched one corner of the parchment, pulling it towards him. His eyes scanned the unfamiliar names.

The barbarians did not use surnames, which spoke to their lack of sophistication. Instead, they used patronyms and the land where they were born, so the list made it difficult to identify individuals who might belong to the same family. Knowing what families were a menace would be a great advantage, one they did not have.

“There seems to be a recurrent name here”, Marcus paused, his fingertip pointing to the words scribbled in lead ink. “Seumas and Anndra of Dail an Eich (Dalneigh), sons of Aengus. Who is this Aengus?”, he questioned, looking up to the frowning faces.

“We are not sure, Dominus. As I said, the villagers are not talking much”, Cassius replied, his fingers intertwined, resting atop of the wooden table.

“Well, find out then. I don’t care how you get the information. Just get it”, Marcus’ back reclined against the chair he was sat on. He felt like they were wasting his time with trivial details. He needed more than that.

“You didn’t get Murdoch’s wife to talk, even when she was hanged half dead in a cage off the main tower, after being brutally tortured and whatever else you inflicted upon her, and you expect us to get names just like that?”, Valerius’ insolence spoke for him.

Marcus’ eyes lazily locked on his commander’s. He should have his ill-mannered tongue cut out for such disdainful arrogance. Valerius’ Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he forcefully swallowed, his eyes slightly widened, realising his impertinence.

Whispers flew around the town; his name being cursed from mouth to mouth. Marcus was not too worried about whatever rumours they could spread about him. They probably would be true — he was no saint.

But Marcus had not been the one who had ordered such distasteful death upon Mòrag, wife of Murdoch. Agricola did, with no respect for his name when he dropped it mid-sentence. Marcus did not even lay an eye on her, even less a hand.

Let them all think what they might. Marcus was used to being the scapegoat of the governor — when something went wrong, Agricola would blame him. And when something went right, he would just take credit for himself, the evil, power-thirsty rat.

He looked at Valerius dead in his eyes, one cocked brow showing his mild incredulity.

“Do you have something to say, Valerius? I hear a certain condemning tone in your words?”, his voice was flat, devoid of emotion, but the reality was there was a raging fire within him he could not make manifest.

“Absolutely not, my lord”, the man bowed his head to him, his knuckles white.

“Then be gone. All of you. Find those two men or I will have you hanged too.”

The resolution in his tone scared the seasoned warriors, who quickly said their goodbyes and hurriedly left the premises.

Marcus’ elbows sunk in the wooden table, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He was angry, but amongst all, he was tired — tired of masking, of cleaning up after Agricola’s hideous actions, of power plays, of trickery, betrayal and deception. He was surrounded by it all.

At eight and forty, he was tired of war and conquest. He had seen it all, lived it all. If retirement would be an option, he would gladly take it. But he knew — he would wield a sword till the day he died in a godforsaken battlefield, till Pluto welcomed him with open arms. Rome would not have him any other way.

Marcus Acacius was truly exhausted.

So it was him who had your beautiful màthair tortured and hanged in a cage until she greeted death. Your blood boiled as your breath quickened. The rage flickered inside you like wild flames burning down an entire civilisation.

When the rangers announced your arrival to a few selected loyal men who had stayed behind, they got out at night to cut the ropes holding the cage your mother had been thrown in. They did not want you to see such act of savagery.

Your kinsmen had really tried to conceal how badly damaged your mother’s body was. Despite the heartache, you had been grateful that they had gone to the effort of making her somewhat presentable. But one look at her mangled body had been enough to understand what type of wickedness you were up against.

In the dead of night, you had buried Mòrag, the woman who so selflessly gave you life, in the outskirts of town. Just like her other children and husband, she would not rest under the family’s chambered cairns. Your family had been wiped out of history as if they were mere droplets in a vast ocean of human tragedy.

With one ear flat against the wooden door to the great hall, you unknowingly squinted your eyes, trying to listen to the rest of the conversation. If someone caught you eavesdropping, you would have a lot of explaining to do. But so far your spying was being productive — you would need to warn your cousins when you got home that night.

The faint sound of approaching footsteps made your heart jolt in your chest.

“Cac (shite)!”, you swore, frantically looking for a place to stow yourself away.

Picking up your skirt so you would not trip, you hid in a nearby garderobe. The cupboard smelt sweet and musty — barrels of wine decorated the whole height of the stone walls. The scent was so intense, you felt it soaking through your skin, appeasing the craze that had a tight grip on your mind. The darkness that surrounded you only accentuated your sense of smell. Could you get inebriated just with the sugary aroma of grape juice?

When the booted treads slowly faded away, you quietly pushed the door open, emerging back into the cold corridor — the contrasting temperature between the garderobe and the hallway gave you goosebumps. Palm flat against the wood and the other hand tightly gripping the iron pull handle, you gently shoved the door back into its frame, hoping to make no noise.

“What are you doing?”, a deep, masculine voice startled you, making you jump on the spot.

A set of warm, firm arms wrapped around you as you stumbled with your feet. They enveloped you so steadfastly, your body involuntarily relaxed against the person behind you. Leaning back, your back met the cold touch of metal.

Swallowing a profanity that would bring a repenting clergyman down to his knees, you turned around, in the arms that held you tight, to face the embodiment of hate. Your hate.

Marcus Acacius was standing, all righteous and proud, intimately close to you. He was wearing an impeccable white armour with golden details. Two flaxen griffins adorned the center of the plackart, their claws wrapping around a floral design. Linen straps, snug around his hips, fell from his waist, covering the fauld and the tasset underneath.

Marcus’ body was a fountain of warmth, even with all the layers enfolding his frame. His arms, although tense around you, did not feel suffocating — in fact, they were almost coddling you into a state of ataraxia as your brain quietened. His hug exuded a sense of security you had not felt in years — as if nothing nor no one could ever harm you as long as you stayed in Marcus’ embrace.

You traced the topography of his plackart with your fingers, your palms resting against the alloy, as your eyes peeked up —he was considerably taller than you— and were met with the fervour of two brown irises. Their gravity pulled you in for an eternal second. With your face near his, you picked up on the tired bearing on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes, the hard press of his lips. A kempt but patchy beard coated his jawline, and salt and peppered hair curled at the nape of his thick, muscular neck — a stray silver lock caressing his forehead, asking to be tucked away.

Your fingertips suddenly itched with longing, your eyes slightly widened, and your mouth partially parted. And then you came back to reality with the full force of your conscience yapping at you. What the hell? You had to control the contortion of your face so your disappointment would not be evident. It’s because I want to slap him so bad, was your afterthought.

Something changed in his expression — Marcus suddenly let you go, leaving you cold again. As if it was a rehearsed move, you both took a step back, breaking the electric contact that snapped between your bodies.

You now realised his clean image was a shocking contrast to how you first met him. Covered in mud, blood and sweat, his untamed expression as he dispatched your father still haunted you at night. And that was how you had to remember him. Sinking his gladius in your father’s belly. And nothing else.

“Well?”, the General insisted after clearing his throat, his eyebrows knitting together as he folded his arms.

You rapidly lowered your gaze when you realised you had been looking at him too intently, too directly. A maid would have fainted at the audacity you had just shown him. But you were no maid — albeit he was not privy of such detail for obvious reasons.

You hoped he didn’t notice, although you could feel his eyes studying you eagerly.

“I— I was looking for wine, Dominus.” You faked the stammering in an attempt to convey innocence. “Cormag, the cook, wants a very specific wine to accompany your supper, Dux Meus (My General/Leader). I was making sure we had it.”

“And what wine is that, if I dare ask?”, he pressed with a steely voice.

Thalla gu taigh na galla (go to hell), you thought, browsing your brain for a quick reply.

“It’s a fine wine imported from Carmo, my lord.” Your father had been a wine enthusiast, so you knew some places he had his wine shipped from. Not that it really meant anything to you, anyway.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his arms falling to his sides, his threatening posture softening.

“Carmo? In the Baetic region of Hispania?”, Marcus’ incredulous voice made you glance up at him through your long eyelashes.

You nodded, your fingers laced at your front as you bowed your head again, showing a deference you didn’t really feel towards him. And you prayed there was at least a few drops left of said wine in one of the barrels, or you would be in trouble come dinner.

“That’s one of my favourites”, he let slip and you instantly knew he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Feigning bravery, you fanned your eyelashes back at him, a half-smile softening your lips. The General almost looked mortified at the fact of letting a stranger know about his likes. You could see it in his eyes — the brief moment of asking himself, “What have I just said?” Although he seemed all stoic and unattainable, he was just a man. Just like any other.

“Is that so?” You did not wait for a reply you knew would never come. “I’ll try and remember that, Dominus, to make sure we never run out.”

He was a hard man to read, you would give him that. His expression didn’t flinch, as if your words had gone over his head. The only sign he had actually listened was a subtle tic on his jaw.

You just needed to drop some hints here and there, let him brew. If you were too obvious with your intentions, Marcus would become suspicious. You knew nothing about the man except he was a cold-blooded murderer, but perceived he was observant. Probably too observant.

“If you’ll excuse me, my lord, I wish to retire now so I can attend to my tasks.” Asking for permission was not something that came naturally to you, but it was a trained response you had learnt from your late husband.

“Take your leave then”, he granted, his hands hiding on his back.

You curtsied. “Thank you, Dux Meus.”

Marcus turned on his heels in a swift whoosh, the sword swaying in front of him, his fingers gripping the handle tight. He intuited his opponent’s next move before it happened, so he bent his knees and ducked his head right under the swing of Maximus’ gladius. With a wild, toothy smile, Marcus pulled back, weighing the blade on his left hand.

“So predictable”, he teased the commander, who was an old friend of his.

If one could have friends in the midst of war, that was. Their friendship easily transformed depending on the circumstances — in war matters, Maximus knew to respect Marcus above everything else. Outside of that, they just were two friends with a long history behind them.

“I’m being gentle, lord General. We have spectators, I don’t want to embarrass you. I know your ego is as fragile as a rose’s petal”, Maximus chaffed, a grin taking over his mouth as they circled each other like two lions on the gladiator’s pit.

Marcus’ tunnel vision had him so tuned in on his friend’s advances, he had not realised that a small group of people had gathered around the makeshift arena. Feeling a sudden heaviness weighing him down, Marcus combed the gathered faces in one sweep.

Until his eyes locked in on yours. He saw a glimpse of wonder metamorphosing into surprise in your emerald greens — then you quickly withdrew your eyes from his at the realisation of getting caught staring.

There was something about you that drew him in — something mysterious, uncanny, but also strangely enticing. Exciting. Your eyes spoke of mischief, of adventure, of the unknown. Of something eerie, almost witchy. The flickering, iridescent fire within them had him under a spell for a brief moment.

Marcus vividly remembered holding you against his chest, your soft curves perfectly moulding to his hard edges. Even through the armour, he had felt the heat your body irradiated, the way it seeped through to envelop him, soothe him. For a moment, having you between his arms felt just right. And that thought had unsettled him gravely, letting go of you as such wild, unnerving concept sank in — his mind point-blank rejecting the notion.

Despite his inner refusal, how you looked back at him would plague him. For days and nights on end.

Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus watched as Maximus inched forward, the sword aiming at his open flank. Just in the nick of time, the General’s steel deflected the attack.

“Getting distracted? That’s unusual of you, Marcus”, the commander jeered at him, closing in.

Marcus scoffed at his words, bluffing. But the reality was that Maximus had hit the nail in the head. Not that he was going to acknowledge it in public anyway. If he was to successfully bring Maximus down, he needed to focus on the task at hand and not think about a green-eyed nymph.

Studying his adversary’s body language, his feet dragged on the sand. Maximus was on edge, tense, too focused on his sword, so Marcus wagered a distraction would tip the scales in his favour. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly knelt, the fingers of his non-occupied right hand extended, palm down. Maximus’ brows wrinkled when he saw Marcus getting a fistful of sand and the General knew he had the diversion he was looking for.

With Maximus focused on his right hand, too worried with a cloud of sand that would get in his eyes, Marcus took the chance, quickly stood up and swung his heavy sword against his rival’s left loin. Maximus did not have time to prepare for the impact and so dropped to the ground.

Marcus smiled with sufficiency, straightening out his aching back, and offered a hand to his old friend.

With a grunt, Maximus accepted his gesture and got up, palming Marcus’ back soundly.

“You treacherous man, making me believe you were going to blind me”, he quipped as they both started to walk out of the circle people had formed around them.

“There is no treachery in the art of war”, Marcus replied, patting his friend’s back in playful jest.

A loud snort made Marcus look around him. He had no time to fully study your face, but he could swear you had made that disapproving noise before turning on your heels and trotting off.

Confusion and a smidge of curiosity settled in him — what had he done to gain your dissent when a minute ago awe darkened your eyes? The sudden change in your attitude left a lingering question in the back of his head as he and Maximus ushered towards the barracks in the northwest corner of the bailey.

“But you shouldn’t be serving, mo bhean-uasal (my lady)”, whispered the young lass, her hands twisting in her lap with nervousness.

“Shush, Brighid, lower your tone.” Anxiously you checked out your surroundings, ensuring you were alone. You were relieved to know you were. “You cannae refer to me like that. I’m just Callie now, remember?”

Upon your arrival to Inbhir Nis, Torcall and your father’s retinue —now yours, you guessed— had made everyone aware that the Romans thought you dead and hence, concealing your identity was of utmost importance. A slip of a tongue and you would be hanging in a cage too. Every passing day you feared someone might forget and show you deference publicly — but you had to trust that no one would run off at the mouth and rat you out.

“Duilich (sorry), mo bh— Callie. I—I promise I didn’t mean to”, she profusely apologised, her big wide eyes begging for your pardon. The wee lass could not stop fidgeting.

“I know, I know”, you tried to calm her down, placing your hand on her forearm. “But please, I need to take your place tonight.”

“Cormag will fire me for not turning up. I cannae afford that, my family depends on me.” Her pleading plucked some fast beats out of your heart.

“Don’t fret about it, lass. I’ll speak to that old crank of a man, he owes me. You’ll get paid, awright? He’ll be fine with it, I promise.” You gently squeezed her forearm, so your words would sink in.

Her eyes broadened in understanding. Before the girl could think about her actions, she jolted forward, her arms wrapping around your shoulders. You could only smile at her relief and let out a soft cackle when Brighid lumbered back, mortified.

“I’m so sorry, do Ghras (Your Grace).” Her excitement was so palpable the poor girl didn’t notice the second blunder.

“BRIGHID!”, a raspy threat left your tongue as you jerked her closer to you by the elbow. “For the love of Morrìgan, do watch your mouth!”

The young servant covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes speaking of self-reproach as it dawned on her. “I’ll have it sewn”, she muttered with great remorse.

The guilt splayed across her heart-shaped face brought a smirk to your lips. “Off you go now, before your runny tongue gets me into trouble.”

Brighid scurried away towards the barbican, and you hurried along to the kitchens. You followed the tangled web of corridors and passages thoughtlessly — you had played hide and seek countless times with your siblings between the stone walls, there was no nook nor cranny you were not familiar with.

The air got denser as you approached, the thick smoke of the open hearth filling your lungs. Repressing a cough, you entered the galley as good ol’ Cormag was shouting orders at the helping lads. The head cook had an aging face, creases around his grey eyes and bulbous nose, and a thick bush of white hair — hair strands shooting in every direction, almost comically. He was short and round around the belly, living proof of his good, delicious cooking.

“Keep fanning the fire, ye lazy ass! Don’t you see it’s going to die out? Faster, stronger! Aren’t you supposed to be young and full of life?!”, Cormag had wrapped his thick fingers around the brittle wrists of the lad, forcing his feeble arms up and down, fingers tight around a thin plank of wood. “Tiugainn (come on), with more enthusiasm, ye numpty!”

“Do you really think that’s how you motivate the young lads to do a good job, Cormag?” You questioned his teaching approach, with folded arms and a cocked brow.

An oath escaped his mouth as the cook turned around, his face downcast at your reprimand. “Callie!”

Thank the gods someone remembered how to approach you now. It came easier to Cormag though, considering that he was almost like family to you. The old man had seen you grow, having served your father since before you were even born. He was there, on the background, to wave you goodbye every time you had to return to Am Baile Ùr. And each time you came back, he had a full plate of haggis with a side of neeps and tatties waiting for you.

“No wonder your apprentices quit so fast if you treat them like that, Cormag. Have you no manners?” You kidded — the man had the filthiest mouth of the shire.

“I was raised by an ogre, young lady, of course I don’t”, he jokingly replied, cleaning his dirty hands on the apron tied around his round belly.

“Aye, and Nessie was your pet. I’ve heard that story before awright. I am still to see proof of such claims though.” Unfolding your arms you approached him, immediately going in for a bear hug.

Cormag palmed your back enthusiastically and you circled his stout frame, sinking in the comfort of his presence. In the blink of an eye, you were a five-year-old crybaby being consoled by a younger Cormag because there were no more mutton pies left that you could shove down your tiny mouth.

“I heard you were back, fear beag (little one). Wondered when you’d come visit this old git.” With a last squeeze, he took a step back, his hands placed on your shoulders. “Know you’ve probably heard this a thousand times now, but I’m truly sorry for your loss.”

His whisper was loaded with a heavy affection that shot your heart down to your stomach. Pressing your lips to stop your face from contorting at the memory of being alone in this world, you nodded, almost frantically, and sniffed. His eyes were a reflection of yours — the friendship between your athair and Cormag had been a staple in your life for as long as you could remember.

“But let’s not get all teary now!”, his demeanour changed as he rubbed your shoulders before taking a step back. “Got something for you.”

He turned around to rummage through a rattan basket on one of the counters. Cormag exclaimed an enthusiastic “Ha!” when he got his hands on what he was looking for. Then he presented his discovery to you with a flourish that made you crow.

When you saw the peachy plum on the palm of his hand, you almost squealed. “Plums!” You quickly snatched it, afraid he would take it away.

“I arranged for these to be brought from Fachabair (Fochabers). The cook who serves the clan chief there is an old friend of mine.”

“But Cormag, plums are not in season yet!” You marvelled at the sight, munching on the delicious fruit eagerly. Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head.

“I know.” He winked at you mysteriously, but you didn’t press the matter if it meant you could get your hands on some more plums.

“I did come to you with a favour to ask”, you batted your eyelashes at him, anticipating his disapproval.

He looked at you, inquisitorial — it was his turn to fold arms at the chest. Cormag snapped his tongue as if to say, “do go on”.

“I already convinced Brighid so you cannae be mad at her. In fact, I promised her you wouldn’t.” You grinned at him, his face already puckering with exasperation. “I’m taking her place tonight as a serving maid.”

“Have you lost your damn mind, lass? Nay, I’m not having it”, he quickly dismissed you, grunting.

“I’m not asking for permission. I need to be there, I—” Just in time, you remembered that the two lads were still running around the fireplace, trying to keep the flames alive. “I’ll fill you in later, but I have to be there, there’s no discussion about it.”

“What? Serving that Roman scoundrel? There’s more royal blood in you than there is in him.” He was more offended than you were.

You laughed, patting his forearm. The old man already hated the Romans more than you did, and that was difficult to accomplish.

“Aye, and that’s not the worst bit, Cormag”, you teased him, because you knew he would lose his mind with rage.

“Enlighten me”, he said between gritted teeth.

“We are serving the Corma wine tonight with supper”, you pursed your lips, watching his reaction.

His round face turned all shades of red, and his nostrils flared. If it was physically possible, his ears would be steaming too, like a ceramic pot with boiling water over the open fire.

“NAY, OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY!”, he exploded, shaking his arms over his head in disbelief, and you burst into laughter. Cormag was too expressive. “Ah, no, NO. We are not wasting such finery on that murderous cunt!”

You blinked rapidly at him to appease his fury, but his rage just gleamed brighter.

“Well… I kinda told him we would. You winnae make me look like a liar, right, Cormag?”, you muttered, as if you were a child who had committed the grave felony of stealing a sweet off the counter.

“You did WHAT?!”, he snorted angrily.

“Tìoraidh (bye)!”, you effusively waved him goodbye as you bit into the plum, sprinting off and ducking when you heard the wooden spoon flying by your ear.

“Trobhad (come here)!”, but you had already turned the corner into the hallway.

Why he was so taut, he did not fully understand. Marcus’ body was in high alert, and he had his suspicions about the cause.

You were just a woman like any other. Sure, your green eyes flickered like hellfire, your red hair was so bright it looked like you were up in flames, your upturned nose covered in freckles twitched adorably, and the skin on your hands was unusually soft — but that was it, really.

So you were nothing out of the ordinary, he kept telling himself. But it was hard to keep to that line of thought when your breast would brush against his shoulder every time you approached to clear the table from empty plates, when your velvety fingers would briefly caress the back of his hand while reaching for his cutlery, or when you would talk too close to his ear, a tingling sensation on the back of his neck almost making him shiver uncomfortably.

Marcus did not know if you were doing it on purpose or not — your face had an innocent look to it that was hard to read for him. The most prudent thing would be to ignore it all — ignore you. Surely you were only being suggestive in his imagination. And he still had the feeling something had upset you that afternoon when you stormed off after his training session.

“How’s the wine, Dux Meus?”, your sweet voice trickled from your plush lips like honey.

The way you kept referring to him as Dux Meus unsettled him. The first time you had said it during your encounter in the corridor, it caused certain havoc in his mind — and body.

Although it was appropriate for his title, no one really referred to him like that. My leader, my general, my god. It was the last connotation what made him feel… uneasy, for lack of a better word. It just sounded too intimate, the way it would pour from your oval-shaped mouth.

Marcus blamed it on Latin not being your first language. If you knew how seductively it rolled from your lips, he was sure you would stop addressing him like that straight away. Which meant he should correct you, tell you to just stick to Dominus.

But for whatever inexplicable reason, he did not.

“It’s as tasty and earthy as I remember it.” He replied, his fingers wrapping around the chalice with more strength than what was necessary.

You smiled at him, one of your hands gently placed on his right shoulder giving him a subtle squeeze.

“I’m glad to hear it, my lord”, you mumbled, Marcus’ eyes following the movement of your hand when you broke contact.

You inched forward over his shoulder to grab the glass jug and refill his cup, gifting him with the sight of your generous cleavage — your breasts almost spilling over the neckline of the dark blue, linen dress that so tightly wrapped around your hourglass figure.

Marcus had to swallow hard, tension suddenly building up on his groin. Was he getting hard just by the mere touch of a woman? He sucked in his breath while forcing himself to look forward, not down.

He just nodded in reply, unable to find his voice. If he had talked, he would have just groaned in frustration. Marcus had to readjust his posture as he saw you walking away, your waist evocatively swaying sideways with every step you took.

“I’m sure the wine is not the only tasty thing around here.”

Maximus’ whispered jest forced Marcus to look in his direction, turning to his left. They, along with the other commanders and a few other people of importance, were sat on the table on the dais, facing the crowd. Other tables were scattered around the great hall, where some legionnaires were enjoying a meal and a drink, sharing a joke and bursting in laughter.

“I don’t follow”, he grunted, feigning ignorance, before taking a sip.

“Oh, you do follow. At least your eyes do.” Maximus mocked him while Marcus just sneered at him, eyes squinting. “No one would blame you though. We are far away in an unknown land, and we all have needs to satisfy. I myself am considering getting laid tonight.”

“I did not doubt you would.” Men like Maximus had no consideration for their wives.

Neither does Livia, the intrusive thought wiggled its way through his mind. Despite the lack of passion in bed with his spouse, Marcus had been a faithful husband. While others looked for warmth in the folds of a pleasure woman after a battle, the General would tend to his wounds and rest, focusing on what next skirmish lied ahead.

And while he had been loyal although there was never love between them, Livia had been fucking the “love of her life”, as she had referred to the man stuffing her cunt full during his long absences. Marcus was yet to know his name. What he would do with that information, he did not know.

Thinking of his perfidious wife had an extinguishing effect on him. The strain against his subligaculum (underwear) had softened.

“You’re too tense, Marcus. You need to relax, have some fun. I bet you two denarii that she will fuck the stress out of you expertly, I can tell.” Maximus pressed maliciously, conscious of how uncomfortable the conversation would make Marcus feel.

“Just shut up, will you?”, Marcus snapped back, tired of his friend’s quips, and downing the drink in his cup.

Maximus laughed it off and turned to talk to Cassius when you sauntered towards the table again, stopping right behind him.

“More wine, Dux Meus?”, you asked, infusing your honeyed voice with a sweet touch of flirtation.

You bent over his shoulder again, hand lazily looking for the wine jug in front of him. His hazel eyes fell on your bosom again and your nipples involuntarily hardened at the desire you saw in him — you were sure he noticed them peeking through the thin fabric.

In your attempts to arouse him, your body was betraying you, getting warm in all the wrong places. As much as you wanted to be immune to your own provocative games, you were not. But it wasn’t him who made you wet with lust, you told yourself. It was your own actions, nothing else. The long game.

But Marcus quickly tamed his expression, grinding his jaw and looking away.

“No, I’m okay”, he rejected your offer, hovering his hand over the chalice so you would not pour more.

You forced your lips into a flat line. You needed the man to let go of his defences. Having him drunk would help with that. But not tonight, apparently.

You nodded.

“Of course, Dominus.” You placed the jug back down on the table, your left breast brushing his right shoulder again.

You bit down your bottom lip, your free fingers curling on the back of his chair. It’s just the game, you thought to yourself again, your core slick and hot.

Slowly you retreated to the kitchens, fully aware of Marcus’ eyes feasting on your body. You smiled to yourself — he might be a taut General, but he was just a man.

A deceitful man at that, who thought there was no treachery in the art of war. Was that how he defeated your father? With deception? You had been too far to see and hear how the fight between your father and Marcus had unfolded, but having been witness to how the General distracted his opponent that afternoon, you wondered if he had followed similar tactics with Murdoch. If your father’s demise was just a byproduct of Marcus’ boldness.

The memory of Marcus being your father’s executioner put out the liquid fire in your crotch. And rightly so.

It wasn’t long before the Romans started to vanish from the great hall, retreating to the barracks or to town, maybe looking for the comfort only a woman could offer.

When you walked back out to clear the last plates, you saw the General leaving the room. Alone. Where he intended to go you did not know, but you had to make sure he was not considering joining the men in town — if he was to choose a woman to enliven his bed, he should pick you.

“Isla, I’ll be back in a minute.” The lass gave you a puzzled look as the bits you had gathered previously clattered against the wooden table when you let go of them.

You hurried forward to meet him as he swung the double doors open, the cold breeze of the corridor filtering into the great hall.

“Dux Meus, wait please”, you interjected in the hopes he would stop walking.

Indeed, he did. His whole body stiffened, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. You were not sure what to make of that reaction — exasperation or frustration. You hoped for the second, especially the good kind of frustration.

As soon as you reached him, you placed a daring hand on his forearm — an unusual surge of energy sparked at the contact between your skins, giving you goosebumps. You quickly retrieved your hand with certain surprise, the tingling sensation evaporating right after.

“I trust everything was good?”, you queried, tilting your head to one side.

“Yes. Now I’ll retire to my bedchambers. Bonum noctis (good night)”, his words dragged for a second, “Callie.”

There it was again, your name falling from his lips as if it belonged to him. It angered and pleased you equally. If he pronounced it like that on purpose you did not know, but it surely felt like it.

Before you could come up with an answer, he trudged to his right and you took a step forward.

“That is not the way to the main bedchamber, my lord. You should follow this other corridor instead”, you pointed to the left.

He paused and turned around to face you. A lingering question danced in his pupils, but whatever it was, he did not say out loud. Instead, he nodded.

“I am aware. However, I have taken a different bedroom.” He did not give you an explanation, but you could have a good guess. Your father always complained his bed was like a blanket of spikey rocks. “I am now lodged in the second tower, the room in the top floor.”

You tamed your face into nothingness, but internally you flinched at his reply. He was sleeping in your room, in your bed. The thought of him naked with your bedlinen draped around his waist and thick legs made you gush. Fuck.

This was unknown territory to you — although you had been married for ten years, you had not known pleasure in the bedchamber. Iain just chased his own release, using you in disgusting ways, proving you that you were the problem, not him — that your womb was barren. You had been told by your friends that fucking was enjoyable for both parties, but you were yet to discover that. Maybe the dampness your legs harboured was a start?

“I see”, you curtsied, fingers laced on your back, looking up at him through your long eyelashes.

“How come you speak Latin?” His question blurted out, catching you completely off guard.

Marcus had a nick for inconvenience, forcing you to come up with lies on the spot. Luckily you were astute and creative.

“My late father was a scrivener to Murdoch. He taught me how to speak Latin, as it was his favourite language.”

“He passed?” You simply nodded. “I trust you still have family around though?”

You shook your head no. You killed them all, ye cunt. But you could not express your hatred out loud. Although when the time came, you would. Aye, you definitely would.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” For a second you believed him, his tone almost sorrowful.

“It was a long time ago.” You lied through your teeth, shrugging. “I’ll leave you to your rest now. Oidhche mhath (good night), Marcus.”

You heard a loud sigh being drawn into his lungs, possibly because of your cheekiness — calling him by his first name was a very bold move on your part. Maybe too bold.

Before he could reprimand you for your audacity, you scuttled back into the great hall, a sufficient grin tugging at your lips.

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Hey I saw you do request and I was wondering if you could do a Phoebe x fem!reader and reader is a new member of the ghostbusters and Phoebe is the one training her

You have a pretty smile

Phoebe Spengler x she/her reader

Phoebe and reader's age; 17

Word count; 6447

Warning; some swearing, I haven't written any fanfiction since 2019 so my writing is rusty and english isn't my mother language.

I hope you like it. :)

Narrator’s POV;

The car ride to the Paranormal Research Center was one filled with excited chatter. Lucky was the one driving y/n, a new member of the Ghostbusters, to meet her new partners in crime. Lucky was the one to introduce y/n to Winston, they met when y/n moved with her family to the USA. Lucky was the one to help Y/n with a heavy box when she was moving in and they started talking. They decided to keep hanging out and Lucky thought y/n's personality would fit them great and she showed great interest in the paranormal. Winston at the time was already on the lookout for a new member, four may be the original number of the Ghostbusters but it's better to have too many than too few.

Lucky introduced them and Winston got to know y/n, he could tell she had the potential and agreed. That’s how y/n got into this situation, walking to the Paranormal Research Center, fiddling with her fingers, incredibly nervous. From what she heard the other members were nice people but that wouldn't stop the anxiety.

Lucky glanced at her friend sensing her fear, she put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking, the door only a few steps away. “Hey, don’t worry about this too much. You’ll do great and they’ll love you! If something does happen you can always come to me and Winston.”

Y/n turned to look at Lucky as she talked, some of her fear disappearing for a short moment. “We’ll stay friends right?” Lucky smiled reassuringly “Of course, would a hug help?” Y/N nodded to the question receiving a tight hug in return. They pulled apart and y/n sighed deeply turning to the door “Let's get the first meeting over with then” Playing confident she walked to the door, Lucky cheered and clapped her back, then she put her card near the scanner to open the large doors.

—

“What do you mean by a new member?” Callie asked, confused. “Wait, does that mean one of us is getting fired?” Trevor asked worriedly.

“If so it’s probably you,” Phoebe said seriously, she was of course joking but her brother didn't know that. The little joke didn't calm Trevor who opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by Winston.

“We have been looking for a new member for the Ghostbusters for months now, there are a few reasons why we wanted to expand the team. There are still many ghosts we need to re-catch even two years after they were all released again thanks to Garraka, another member would be able to help with that. I also think a new member would inject fresh energy and ideas. Someone with a different and new background would give us a new perspective on problems and help us solve things quicker. I genuinely do believe this could help the team.” he explained calmly, he seemed quite happy with his decision.

“Why didn’t you maybe warn us beforehand?” Gary asked, baffled at the information they had been kept in the dark from for months. “Well I didn't want to create any false hope, I wanted us to be sure that we found someone new that none of you know.”

“When are we meeting them?” Phoebe asked curious, there was a small part of her that was worried that the new member could betray them. She shuffled at the thought of Melody, she still has some trouble trusting new people.

Footsteps were heard approaching the main doors including a small beep indicating someone was about to come in.

“Right now” Winston smiled as he turned to the door.

“Wait what” Trevor asked bewildered as he and his family turned to the door.

Lucky walked into the lab with a pretty girl next to her. Phoebe's eyes widened at the realization of what she just thought.

“This is y/n! Y/n this is your new team” Phoebe's eyes stayed focused on her new team member as Winstron introduced them. “y/n this is Callie'' Callie smiled at Y/n shaking her hand gently. “This is Gary” Gary shot her a smile as well shaking her hand. “This is Trevor, Callies son,”

“I’m the cool one of the group,” Trevor explained, shaking her hand while smiling proudly.

Phoebe’s POV

“And this is Phoebe, Callies daughter” My eyes met hers as we shook hands. I forgot for a second that we weren’t alone, so I let go and sent her an awkward smile, my hand still tingling from the feeling. Why am I feeling like this? Did I just call her pretty in my head? Why is my hand tingling like this?

I was so busy with these thoughts and observing the newcomer that I didn’t notice the glances my brother shared with Lucky, scheming glances.

“She’s new to this, so she is going to need someone to train her and I was hoping one of you could do it” Winston explained, “Phoebe could do it.” My head snapped to look at my brother, giving him a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Phoebe is the smartest one in our team” I could hear Dad whisper a small ouch, “she's the one who's been using our equipment the longest and they’re close in age! How old are you?” He asked y/n, “I’m seventeen-” She was cut off by Trevor clapping his hands, “perfect! What do you think sis?” Trevor teased, ignoring my glare as he put his arm on my shoulder.

“I-uhm sure” I answered nervously, “Well that’s great then! She is going to be living with you, my men are already cleaning the empty room and assembling the furniture as we speak”

“What empty room?” Mom asked surprised, “There’s no empty room in the firehouse”, I could see y/n being confused like the rest of us except for Lucky and Winston. “The room behind the bookshelf next to Tevor and Phoebe's room of course”

“There’s been an empty room behind one of our bookshelves and you didn't tell us?”

Winston shrugged at my dad, “I thought you all knew but didn’t use it” He said simply.

“What’s next, a second bathroom?” Trevor jokes, and the glance shared between Lucky and Winston speaks volumes. “ You’re kidding”

“Well then, that’s that, as I said my men are working right now and they should be done very soon. Y/n’s uniform and an extra proton pack and all the other things are being sorted as we speak. I’m just going to have a small talk with Callie and Gary about some things, you guys could get acquainted with each other during that time.” Winston signals my parents to follow him to another room.

Y/n POV;

“It’s an honour to finally meet you guys, I’ve heard a lot of fantastic things about you,” I tell them, the nerves still haven’t disappeared and neither has the excitement. I’m worried they won’t like me, I could feel Phoebe? I think her name was glancing at me. I have to admit she is quite attractive and cute.

I feel warmth on my cheeks as I keep thinking about her. I can’t think like that about her right now, I just met her. Plus she’s going to be my teammate and that could complicate things. I’ll have to ignore this small..crush, if I can call it that, for now.

“Thank you, I’m sure we’re going to have lots of fun together,” Trevor said with a small smirk on his face as he put his arm around me. I didn’t notice the teasing smirk he sent his sister or the glare she sent back. “So there is something I have to warn you about,” He said as he and Lucky led me to the famous Ectomobile with Phoebe following behind. “About what?” I ask, worried.

“It’s about a ghost called Slimer, he lives with us”

“What.” I state giving him a serious and worried look as we enter the car.

—

“I think I’ll stay clear of the attic then,” I say as we exit the car. The conversation did drift a lot in the car, I didn’t mind too much since it was nice observing and learning more about them. They all talked except for Phoebe who kept quiet for most of the ride. I could feel her glance at me a few times, she was clearly in thought the whole ride.

“Yeah that’s probably the smarter decision, you should have seen Trevor when he met Slimmer for the first time” Callie teased ruffling her son's hair.

“Mom!”

“Well then as nice as it is talking with all of you, I am going to have to steal y/n here, I’m going to be the one helping her decorate and sort out her room. If you’ll excuse us” Lucky said, sending them a smile before dragging me away to my new room.

Narrator’s POV;

“What’s up with you?”

Phoebe turned to look at her mom, acting oblivious. “What do you mean?” Callie came closer wearing a teasing look. “I mean that you’ve been very quiet since we met our new member, lost in thought.”

“And lost in her eyes” Trevor teased as he walked away snickering, Phoebe grabbed a random towel and threw it at him, hitting him in the back, and he scurried off after that.

“Well your brother isn't completely wrong, everything okay?” Callie asked, her worry present in her eyes. Phoebe stared at her shoes, for a moment, “I’m alright, don’t worry about it Mom” She left with that, lost in her thoughts.

—

“So, you and Phoebe” Lucky started as she opened a box full of different books. “Don’t start” y/n warns, Lucky turns to her friend with a knowing look.

“I have a very strong feeling you have a small crush on her.”

“I don’t”

Lucky made a sound of disagreement while making a face, “Maybe not yet, but you feel something, I can tell” she sang the last part, dodging a small pencil case, her smirk not faltering.

“I know your type, remember you told me”

“Yeah because we made a deal that you would tell me who you like in return, and that someone is in this building as we speak.” y/n teased back. Lucky opened her mouth to try and form words, her cheeks having a red hue to them. “This isn’t about me and that someone-”

“Trevor you mean”

Y/n snorted at the look she received. “As I was saying, this is about you and Phoebe and the small crush that's going to grow stronger with time, she is quite literally what you described your type to me, short hair, fluffy or curly, glasses, a nerd-”

“Yeah, I get it” Y/n grumbles as she puts her bed lining on, “can you help me with this?” She raises the comforter pleadingly. Lucky stands up and helps her even it out. “I just don't want to label these feelings since we just met, besides the chances of her liking me isn’t zero but it’s also unlikely right now”

Lucky put a hand on her friend's shoulder comfortingly, “As your friend it's my job to remind you that there is a good chance she may like you back” Y/n played with one of her pillows thoughtfully. “I don’t want to rush anything, maybe she will and maybe she won’t but thank you”Lucky smiled back at her friend, “Now where do you want me to put these CDs”

Y/n smiled and showed her friend.

—

Y/n’s POV;

Dinner went nicely, I mostly listened as the family shared a few recent stories about the ghosts they’ve captured lately. Phoebe was quiet through most of it. I could tell the way she was behaving wasn't normal, I noticed thanks to the small looks her family were giving her.

I got comfortable in bed and stared outside the window, it was pouring. I hope I didn’t upset her with being here, if I did I could see why. I am a total stranger that just appeared today, she was then told I would live with her and her family at the same time. It’s a lot of new information and a lot of new changes.

I turned on a show on my phone to fall asleep too. I lost consciousness In a matter of a few minutes, hoping tomorrow would go well.

—

I woke up to soft knocking, I turned around to look at the door, squinting to see who it was. “Good morning, breakfast is going to be ready in half an hour, I wanted to make sure you were awake.” I sent Gary a smile and muttered a small thank you and with that, he disappeared.

I sat up and stared at my lap thoughtfully. Today was my first official day as a Ghostbuster or at least a Ghostbuster in training.

Phoebe was going to be the one training me, I’m already dreading the weight of the proton pack. With those thoughts I stand up and get ready for the day, dressing in something comfortable and doing my hair.

I walk out of my room and glance at the firefighter pole, it’s too early in the morning for that and I’m not in the mood to land in the hospital on my first day so I walk down the stairs. I was met with the sight of Gary cooking and Trevor stealing some of the fruit when he wasn't looking.

“Good morning,” I say and sit down on one of the chairs at the kitchen island. “Good morning!” Gary smiled as he flipped a pancake, “Morning!” Trevor said with a mouth full of strawberries. “So how are you feeling about your first day?” Gary asked, trying to start a conversation.

“I’m a bit nervous, I’ve never done anything like this before but I am excited,” I explained fiddling with my fingers. “You’ll do great I’m sure! With Phoebe as your teacher, it’ll all go great.”

I smiled and whispered a small thank you. “Do you need any help?” I ask, ready to stand up. “Nah, I’ve got this but thank you” Gary told me as he put the pan away, I could see him playfully swap Trevor's hand away from the cut fruit.

“Where’s Phoebe?” Trevor asked, sitting next to me, he put his fist underneath his chin. “She woke up early, she’s visiting Podcast and Dr Ray, she had something to discuss with them. I don’t know what it is though” Gary explained as he put plates in front of me and Trevor, I took a sip out of the glass in front of me.

“So what do you guys usually do when there isn’t a ghost to bust?” I asked as I put some toppings on my pancake.

—

Phoebe’s POV;

I opened the door to Dr Ray’s shop, “Morning Dr Ray” I said as I entered, he looked up at me surprised. “Morning Phoebe, you’re here earlier than usual”

“I wanted to talk with Podcast about something, is he here or?”

“I’m right here!” He said, his head poking out from the door behind Dr Ray, “ I'll see you later then” Dr Ray smiles and continues to read a book. I go in and walk after Podcast, “So what’s up?”

“There’s a new ghostbuster on the team” I blurted out. He stops in his tracks and turns to look at me. “There’s a new ghostbuster?” He asked excitedly, “Is that bad or?” He raised an eyebrow noticing my attitude.

I leaned against his desk before I continued speaking “It’s not bad, she seems...nice” I started, he did a hand signal telling me to continue “I’m the one who's going to be training her and well” I stopped talking not knowing how to continue. Podcast gave me a look.

“What?”

“You’re acting weird, does the idea of training her bother you or?”

I shake my head “No, it doesn’t, I just feel..nervous”

Podcast flings one of the Pufts that was bothering him as I speak before he responds “Why are you nervous? Are you worried she might betray us and release a great evil that we’re going to have to defeat?” He asks, I give him a deadpan look. “Listen if you are worried about that, that would be okay. I’m just trying to understand what the problem is here.” He reasons, sending me a concerned look.

I put a hand in my hair, messing with it. “That’s the problem, I don’t even know what's bothering me about this situation exactly. I met her yesterday and she’s staying with us now as well. She does seem nice, Winston and Lucky recruited her, I know they have good instincts but” I sigh deeply grimacing. “I don’t know, there’s some weird feeling in me and I’m worried about what it could be and what it could turn into.”

“You’re scared that you like her?” Podcasts asks bluntly, “I just met her, there’s no way I have feelings already.'' I protest, “But, the way I’m feeling right now, is similar to how I felt when meeting Melody, but it's also different. I don’t understand it and I hate not understanding things.”

There was silence for a moment until Podcast spoke, “Well I don’t think you’ll understand what that feeling is for a good while. You two just met, there could be special feelings involved but you won’t know for sure for a while. I suggest just letting those feelings take their course.”

“Why didn’t I think of that,” I say out loud, Podcast patted my shoulder “That’s what I’m here for, being the voice of reason”

—

I walked into the firehouse after having a long talk with Podcast. I still don’t like the idea of unknown feelings and I am worried about feeling something for someone again but there isn’t anything I can do about it.

“Uno!” A collecting group of groaning was heard alongside a laugh.

I walk into the room to see My family playing Uno with y/n and Lucky. “How do you win so much, this is the fifth time” Trevor whined, putting his head on the table. “Magic” y/n says jokingly doing jazz hands, “I have two other card games that I think you’d like”

“Do you have ‘Frantic’ with you?” Lucky asked, but before she could answer the alarm went off, signalling there was a ghost loose causing havoc. “Hey Phoebs! Let’s go!”Mom said as she rushed off, Gary and Trevor following, “Hey y/n, we can start with the training when I get back” I called out to her, “Lucky and you could meet me at the Research Center after we bust this ghost” I say awkwardly shooting her some finger guns before turning around and walking away quickly, hoping the heat that I feel on my cheeks wasn’t what I thought it was and if it is then that they didn't notice.

Narrator’s POV;

Lucky and y/n cleaned up after themselves soon after and drove to the Paranormal Research Center. Y/n went to a changing room to put on her uniform. She walked out nervous, “Does it look okay?” She asked, Lucky turned around and gasped, “You look amazing!! Do a spin!” She asked excitedly while clapping. Y/n did as asked.

“It suits you perfectly!” She said hugging her friend. “Thank you, you’re too nice” Lucky pulled away, “I bet when Phoebe sees you in it, her jaw will drop” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully “We’ll see about that. So while we wait why don't you update me on that new ghost you’ve been studying on”

Lucky’s smile widened, excited to share her new discoveries, she grabbed y/n’s wrist and dragged her to her working station.

Phoebe walked into the lab an hour later, fixing her hair from all the wind. She could see Lucky explaining something while y/n listened patiently, wearing her Ghostbusters uniform. Phoebe had to force herself to not stare for too long, so she walked up to the two of them. “And that’s why we had to make sure those two weren’t next to each other, I swear I couldn't focus properly the whole time”

“Hey there, sorry to interrupt your conversation, but are you ready for your first training session?” Phoebe asks, standing in front of them.“Yeah, I am! We’ll continue with our talk later” Y/n told Lucky before turning to Phoebe again who led her to the small training room. “The uniform suits you, not many can pull it off”

Y/n turned to look at Phoebe surprised, a small blush on her cheeks, “thank you, you look great in it too” she says, hoping that wasn’t too straightforward. “So, Winston said you have no prior experience”

Y/n nodded, “I have never used any of this equipment, correct.”

Phoebe crossed her arms nodding, “alright then, first thing first is to put the proton pack on, you can put it on normally like a backpack.” Y/n did as told, she let out a little grunt at the weight.” I knew they would be heavy but wow, now what next?” she asked excitedly.

“You hold this part, the particle thrower, you can also call it a particle gun” The new member did as told before looking at Phoebe again nodding. “Wait, can I show you something?” Phoebe asked, she got a nod as a response.

She stepped closer, only centimetres apart as she helped y/n hold it properly, putting her hands where they are supposed to be. “ See that ghost up there,” Phoebe asked, focusing on the task at hand, trying to ignore her own bubbling feelings. She was so busy that missed y/n staring at her face, a blush forming. “Yeah i-uh do” y/n responds, trying to focus as well.

She’s holding a dangerous weapon, she’s seen what they could do online, she needs to focus, she tells herself. “Okay, I’m going to help you with this one and show you how to turn it on. Are you ready?” Phoebe asked, glancing at her, “Yes I am.”

“Okay you switch it on like this” Phoebe explained as she turned it on with y/n, “when you’re ready to shoot you press this button right here, on the count of three, ready?

Y/n took a deep breath in before answering “Ready”

“1” Phoebe starts, glancing at y/n.

“2,” She says tightening her grip, y/n tries to steady her breathing.

“3”

With that they shot at the ghost made out of wood, It falling apart in two. Y/n’s jaw dropped, “That’s how you’re going to practise, the actual thing takes longer and needs more strength but our priority is to perfect your aim for now, the charged particle accelerator is a weapon of science that can cause a lot of damage if used incorrectly and without proper practice.”

“First of all that was awesome” Y/n stated with a wide smile on her face, “two, I’ve heard of all of that, Lucky told me about some of your bigger damages. It’s impressive how something so dangerous can be something that helps so many people'' Y/n rambles, observing the damage with interest. While she was distracted Phoebe looked at all her features close up. She could feel her cheeks turning red from all the close proximity. She slowly pulled away crossing her arms, not knowing how to act.

“Well whenever you’re ready, you can start practising, I’ll be here the whole time, so if you need any help just tell me” Phoebe said while rubbing the back of her neck. Y/n nodded as another ghost came down, Phoebe didn't stray far, staying a few steps away just in case.

Y/n took a deep breath before shooting, hitting the wooden ghost on the side, she stumbled backwards, and Phoebe caught her in time, holding the particle thrower with her. “Okay that was your first time on your own and it went better than expected.”

“Better than expected?” Y/n asked embarrassed, “Yeah, you’re doing okay, try again, I’ll stay closer to catch you if that happens again okay?”

Outside of the training room, Lucky was observing their interactions with a small scheming smirk. “What are you smirking at?” Lars asked as he opened the spirit extractor, taking a spirit-free plushie out of it.

“No reason,” Lucky answered, ignoring the eyebrow raise of Lars, he shook his head and walked away to continue working.

The training went on until 5 pm, y/n was exhausted after all the trying, her arms sore, but it was all worth it, the thought of capturing ghosts excited her. Phoebe opened the door of the training room letting her out first, y/n nodded and muttered a small thank you as she walked out. “Keep this up and I think you’ll be ready to go out with me- “ she cut herself off quickly, trying to correct herself “I mean go out with us on missions soon.”

She tried not to look at y/n's face, she didn’t want to make it any more awkward.

As they were walking to the main doors, saying their goodbyes to the other workers, Lars called out “Y/n!”

The said person turned around to look at the scientist, “Lucky asked me to tell you that she’s going to come to visit and help out more with your room around 6 pm”

“Thank you, have a nice night!”

Phoebe bit her lip for a second before continuing with their walk, Gary was picking them up today. She looked at Y/n who was walking beside her. Did..she and Lucky maybe have something going on? She turned around quickly when she met eyes with y/n.

“I hope not,” Phoebe whispers to herself, “What did you say?” Y/n asked curious, Phoebe straightened her back, she opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. Luckily for her, Gary appeared with the Ectomobile, saving her for now.

“Hey there you two! Are you ready to go home?” He asked with a wide smile.

They both got in the car and put their seatbelts on, the car ride back was quiet, the only background noise being the music playing on the radio.

The evening wasn't much different than last night, Phoebe disappeared to her room and didn’t come out until morning, leaving y/n slightly confused and worried.

—

Phoebe sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island, drinking some coffee while tapping her pencil on the island, thinking, trying to calm down. The idea of having to be so close to y/n made her giddy and scared her at the same time.

She was worried she would make it awkward like last night if Gary didn’t appear when he did…

She sighed, putting her pencil and coffee down, putting her head in her hands, staring at the open notebook, full of scribbles, she couldn’t focus on her work. Her head was filled with images of last night, her heartbeat picking up remembering how close she was to y/n. She couldn’t lie, she missed the warmth of her hands underneath hers, they were soft. She let her mind wander, imagining how they would feel properly holding her hands.

“Phoebe, are you doing okay?”

Her hands slammed on the table making the coffee spill by accident, she turned to look at the newcomer. “Oh, hi,” Phoebe said brushing imaginary dust off of her shirt” Hi” she leaned on the island crossing her arms, sending y/n an awkward smile. “Hi”

In her head, Phoebe was cursing herself out, ‘three hi’s??’

Y/n glanced at the spilt coffee and then back to Phoebe, with a questioning look, before she could repeat the question, she got an answer. “I’m doing okay, alright, doing great.” Phoebe cringed at her repetitive awner, Y/n walked closer, her face not changing. Phoebe put a hand underneath her chin, trying to act normal. “Are you sure about that? I called your name three times and you didn’t notice”

“I was thinking,” she answered quickly.

“May I ask what you were thinking about?”

“Science.”

Y/n blinked, staring at Phoebe, waiting for her to continue while Phoebe avoided her eyes at all costs. Deciding to change the subject, she pointed at the spilt coffee, “Do you maybe need help cleaning that or?”

Phoebe glanced at the spilt coffee before standing up and getting some paper towels to clean it up. “Right, right, you’re right”

“Alright then, I’ll go and..do a thing” Y/n said walking backwards before turning around to get ready for the day. “Oh good morning Trevor” and with that she disappeared up the stairs.

Phoebe cursed under her breath, “How much of that did you hear?”

“Oh you mean how much did I hear of your nervous rambling? Pretty much all of it” Trevor says casually, walking closer. “So, you and” he points his fingers behind him. “Ya know”

“There’s nothing going on” Phoebe defends throwing the paper towels away. “Nothing at all?”

“Nothing at all”

“Not even a smalllll thing” He pries, making his pointer finger and thumb almost touch. “Not even a small thing” Phoebe shrugs nonchalantly. Trevor nods, letting the silence settle before asking another question. “So, what science thing were you thinking about?”

Phoebe leans on the now clean island again trying to find the words, she sighed “I wasn’t actually thinking about science,”

“Then what?” Trevor interrupted. Phoebe sent him a glare before continuing “I was just thinking about all the things I could teach her today.”

“Y/n you mean?”

Phoebe nodded in response.

“Were you thinking about how close you’re going to be again today?” Trevor questions while picking out an apple from the bowl. Phoebe stood up straight but before she could retort, Trevor interrupted her “Lucky told me all about how close you were yesterday.” He informed Phoebe with a smirk on his face.

Steps were heard coming down the stairs, “We’ll continue this after your little date today” Trevor whispered. “Training” Phoebe corrected.

“Good Morning” Callie greeted, walking over to the coffee machine. “I need to get ready for the day,” Phoebe says, grabbing her pencil and notebook and heading off to her room.

“Did I miss something?” Callie asked her son, pouring herself a coffee in her favourite mug. “Not much” Trevor shrugged, taking a bite out of his apple.

—

The following days were filled with not only bettering y/n’s aim but awkward moments as well, or that’s what Phoebe thought, y/n thought her awkwardness was adorable. Phoebe also learned that Lucky, the traitor, was feeding her brother information daily about her and y/n’s interactions. Specifically the more ‘embarrassing’ ones.

Phoebe crossed her arms thinking, watching y/n put away the proton pack, “I think you’re ready to train with real ghosts”

Y/n turned around “real ghosts?”

“Real ghosts,” Phoebe repeated.

A wide smile appeared on y/n’s face, excitement prominent on her face.

The next day they were driven out to an open area. Trevor and Lucky stayed back in the car while they walked out. “The reason I want you to train with real ghosts before going on missions is so that you’ve trained with more than just a painted ghost made out of wood, some real experience. If anything happens I’ll be right here”

“I brought a few of the traps, they have different ghosts, you'll do one at a time of course. You’ll be the one busting it and I’ll be the one trapping it.” She explained as she put a trap on the ground, putting the foot pedal where they’ll be standing. “Are you ready?”

Y/n nodded confidently, raising the particle thrower, and turning it on.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost trap opened, and a big orange ghost appeared. Y/n cringed slightly at the look of it. When it noticed her she shot right at it, hitting it. She grimaced at the strength that was needed, it’s not as hard as she imagined but it’s not easy either. “Keep going, I'll wait a moment before trapping it, it usually takes a while for us to trap it after we caught it”

No response came back, y/n tried to focus on the ghost, and after a few seconds, the ghost was sucked into the trap.

“Good Job!” Phoebe sent a smile as she picked up the trap, “Oh my arms are going to be so sore tomorrow” y/n groaned.

“That’s the point of training, to improve your skills.” Phoebe reminds, “Oh really? I thought the point of all of this was to torture me” Y/n jokes, panting from what she just had to do. “I'll call it torture and you can call it training. Deal?

Y/n reached out to shake hands, Phoebe glanced at her hand before shaking it. “Alright then, deal.”

“Now this ghost is bigger, you ready?” Phoebe asked, putting a second trap down.

“Ready.” The sound of the proton pack turning on again was heard. A giant ghost appeared. Y/n immediately shot at it, gritting her teeth as she held it back.

“So, a photon is checking into a hotel” Phoebe starts speaking, y/n turns her head to look at her confused. She let out a small yelp as the ghost pulled harder, luckily for her it didn't break free.

“What-”

“Keep going,” Phoebe tells her, “I’ll start again, a photon is checking into a hotel”

Y/n looked back at the ghost, it was a feisty one. “So the bellhop asks, ‘Do you need help with your luggage?’”

Y/n sighed deeply, focusing on the ghost, she shot Phoebe a few glances, ‘Is..she telling a joke right now??’ “Towards that, the photon responds ‘No thanks, I’m travelling light’” She winks at Y/n.

It was silent for a moment until a snort was heard, “alright that one was good” She says snickering, “Please catch it now my arms are hurting” Phoebe did as told, it being sucked into the trap. The sound of the proton pack turning off was heard, and she sighed in relief. “It’s one of my favourite jokes,” she explains picking up the trap. “I can see why, it's good, but why were you telling me jokes right now? Not that I mind.”

“When we’re on missions, there’s always chatter happening between us, maybe some bystanders, and I wanted to test if you could focus while being told a great joke.”

“So does this mean you’ll keep telling jokes during training?” Y/n asks, stretching her head. “Would you consider that a bad thing?”

Y/n looks at Phoebe, who is picking out a new trap, “I don’t think it's a bad thing, I like jokes and puns” she explains, she could feel a warmth creeping up her neck as she admired Phoebe underneath the sunlight. A small smile formed.

‘she’s so pretty’

“Well it’s good you don’t mind since I have many more” Phoebe says preparing for another ghost. Y/n looked away when Phoebe walked over. “Good to hear”

—

“How long do you think it’ll take until they start dating?” Trevor thought for a second before answering Lucky, ”eight maybe nine months max”

“I give it..three weeks, ”

“That’s quick”

“Look at them” Lucky points at the two outside of the car, training. Y/n was laughing after a joke Phoebe made, Phoebe stared at her with a smile, saying something they couldn’t hear from inside the car, but it had to be something funny considering the laughing wasn't stopping. “I bet you five bucks Phoebes using her jokes and unknowingly winning y/n over.”

“Five bucks?” Trevor asked, raising an eyebrow, “What? Five bucks is a lot in this economy” Lucky shrugged before putting a chip in her mouth.

—

“I think you’re ready to go on your first mission” Phoebe says, breaking the silence while they put away their gear.

“Really?” Y/n asks excitedly, “Yeah, you did very well.” Phoebe smiles softly, “Plus you think my jokes are funny, if you’re with us then it won't be just Gary laughing at them”

“Ah so my sucking up worked” Y/n jokes, “I don’t think that’s what happened, you seemed genuinely happy and were laughing quite a lot,” Phoebe tells her, leaning on the locker. “I am an amazing actor” Y/n explains, Phoebe leans closer so they're face to face, inches away from each other. “Oh no person is that good of an actor, you even turned red from laughing, come on admit it, my jokes are hilarious”

Y/n tried to act casual, a small part of her was happy that Phoebe didn't realise she was blushing because of her back there as well. Y/n hums, pretending to think, before answering “They were alright”

Phoebe raised an eyebrow making y/n put a hand on her mouth to not let a giggle out, “They were alright?”, Phoebe got a nod in return, “you’re lying” Phoebe reasons, “I’m not”

“You are”

“No”

“If you aren’t lying, then there shouldn’t be a smile behind that hand”

Y/N shakes her head, “Come on, remove it” Phoebe teases, she gets another shake of the head as a response, she could see y/n shaking slightly from holding in laughs. “Come on, let me see” Phoebe asks, grabbing Y/ns wrist softly, removing her hand to reveal a wide smile. “So you agree I’m funny.”

“Okay maybe you are” Y/n shrugs, just then realising how close their faces were to each other, her breath hitched, her eyes drifting to Phoebe’s lips for a second before returning to look into her eyes. Her wrist, where Phoebe was holding her felt warm, she resisted the urge to properly hold her hand. “You have a pretty smile” Phoebe whispered, lost in thought. ”It’s all thanks to you, being around you makes me happy” Y/n whispered back.

The only thing they could hear was the sounds of each other's breathing and their own heartbeats. They leaned it close, eyes trained on each other, lips almost touching but before anything could happen they heard the Ectomobile from outside. They pulled away quickly, realising what they almost did blushing.

Callie walked in backwards helping Gary park the Ectomobil. “Oh hey there, how was training?” Callie asked, curious. “It went great,” Phoebe answers, clearing her throat. Callie glanced between them both, noticing the tension, both of them were blushing, Phoebe rubbing the back of her neck and Y/n had her arms crossed, refusing to look at each other. Callie made an ‘oh’ face, realising what might have been happening before they came home.

“I have to go” Y/n says quickly, “so do I” Phoebe responds, they both try to go in the same direction, but they both stop before Y/n ushered Phoebe to go first, walking after her. “Lucky just might win that bet,” Trevor states, him and Gary entering as well. “What bet?” Callie questioned.

“Uhhh nothing” Trevor shrugs walking up to the apartment as well.

Part 2

#phoebe spengler x reader #phoebe spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters frozen empire

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thewritingofamadwoman · 1 year ago

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To Forgive or Not To Forgive, That Is The Question

Part two of “Should I Stay or Should I go”

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!OC

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, Mark being his usual handsome self.

Thank you for reading & Enjoy!

It had been exactly one month since Mark Sloan officially started working at Seattle Grace and honestly it has been the worst few weeks of my entire existence. My head and heart were all over the place, at war with each other whenever I saw, thought of, spoke to, or worked with Mark.

The more logical, realistic side of me was angry and hurt, betrayed that I had no choice but to work side by side on some cases with the man who had left both my daughter and I when we needed him the most. The emotional, more physical side of my brain couldn’t stop from preening whenever Mark complimented me or flirted with me. He once placed a hand on my waist to squeeze by from behind me I could swear that the entire hallway heard the how loud my fucking heart was beating.

I tried my hardest to be the bitch I needed to be to deter him. I would glare and roll my eyes, snap back and avoid Mark at all costs. But of course, somehow the largest hospital in Seattle had become smaller than your average kindergarten classroom. I couldn’t avoid Mark Sloan no matter how hard I tried.

I was currently standing at a nurses station, flipping through a chart while Callie stood next to me, signing a few papers. Cristina Yang was crunching on chips in front of us when she let out a low whistle. Callie and I turned our attention to her when she nodded her head towards the end of the hall. There Mark stood as he chatted with Derek, in scrubs and a lab coat. The men were whispering about something, and Mark let out a laugh, throwing his head back. Callie let out a breathy laugh of her own.

“Damn he’s hot,” she said, and Cristina hummed in response. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t take my eyes from Mark’s silhouette. They weren’t wrong, Mark was hot. So very fucking hot. But…he fucked up. And I couldn’t forgive him. I shouldn’t forgive him. Right?

“He’s alright, I guess. But he’s an ass,” I said nonchalantly and forced my eyes back to the chart in front of me.

Cristina snorted and continued to munch on her chips.

“Sure, but that’s a fine ass he has,” she chuckled and Callie laughed along with her, agreeing. I looked up to shush them but my eyes connected with Mark’s from across the hall and I stuttered. Make gave me his signature smile, eyes gentle, before turning back to Derek. Callie and Cristina turned around to stop themselves from giggling. Controlling my blush I closed my patients folder and slapped Callie’s arm with that same folder.

“You two are horrible. Just horrible,” I mumbled at them before I walked away.

——

The day continued and Mark always seemed to be in my peripheral vision. Everywhere I went, he was there. Whether he was with a patient or chatting with one of our coworkers, Mark Sloan was never more than 40 steps away from me at any given moment.

I reached my breaking point before lunch.

“Oh for fucks sake,” I muttered to myself when I saw Mark chatting with Alex Karev, MY intern for the month. I marched to both men and cleared my throat.

“Mark, can I speak to you for a second?” I bit out, doing my best to remain civil.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course. Karev, I’ll see you later,” Mark nodded at Alex before turning to me, a friendly smile on his face.

“Mark, what are you doing?” I sighed, tired of all the emotional whiplash. Mark looked at me, seemingly genuinely confused.

“What do you mean? Karev? I was just chatting with him-“

“No,” I cut him off. “What are you doing here, in Seattle? At this hospital? You’re one of the best plastic surgeons in the country and you had to come to the one hospital I work at?”

Mark gave me a small, sheepish smile.

“In my defense, this is the number one trauma center in the west cost and Richard Webber really did give me an offer I couldn’t refuse. But the main reason? You know the main reason, Lise. I came to apologize. What I did was wrong. So fucking wrong,” Mark sighed, and the use of a nickname I hadn’t heard in a long time did not go unnoticed by me. I let him continue.

“I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and to our baby girl. I was young and dumb and I know that those aren’t excuses, but you have to believe me when I say that I want nothing more in this world right now than to be with you and to finally meet my daughter.” Mark’s eyes pleaded with mine and I could see the sincerity within them.

But I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him right away.

“Mark, you broke me. I was ready to start a family with you. And you just ripped my heart out and stomped on it. I…I’m not sure I can just forgive you like that,” I said, my heart clenching at the thought of us being a family again. I didn’t notice the hot tear sliding down my face until Mark’s hands cupped both of my cheeks, his thumb brushing the stray tear away.

“I’m sorry Lise. I’m so sorry baby. I will spend the rest of my entire fucking existence trying to earn your trust back, if you’ll let me. I want to do right by you and our baby girl. I know what I’m signing up for here. And I’m willing. Please, just let me try to prove myself to you. I want to be the one who makes you happy again,” Mark pleaded, his own eyes watering with desperation. I reached up and grabbed both of his wrists in my hands before staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his.

After what felt like an eternity, I nodded.

“You get ONE chance. This is it, Mark. You fuck this up and we are DONE for good. You don’t get to talk to me or see our daughter. You disappear from the fucking face of the earth and leave us alone. Do you hear me?” I said. Last time, I let logic and reasoning rule my heartbreak. This time I was willing to let emotion take over. I was still raw from the heartbreak but I guess I loved Mark Sloan more than I was willing to admit.

Mark’s eyes widened and he smiled, squeezing my face in his hands just a touch and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes at the sensation, opening them back up once Mark had pulled away.

“You won’t be disappointed baby, I promise.”

Part Three…? ;)

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stone-stars · 6 months ago

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Transcript:

[Clip 1: Short Rest, c3e17] Murph: And then, the next time you take a long rest, Ultrus will try to conquer your mind. [Jake laughs.] Caldwell: Hm. Murph: The DC to resist is a con save, uh-- 8 plus the number of charges. Charges clear after a long rest. Emily: Okay. Caldwell: Okay. Jake: Wow. Emily: I'm telling you right now, Jake, that if Ultrus takes over your mind, I'm gonna fucking go to that frosty plane and get you back. I promise you that. [Clip 2: c3e45] Callie (Emily), desperately: I'm coming Calder. Murph: And you open your eyes from this blink, and appear on the frozen plane. Calder, you see for the first time in… days? months? years? you don't know-- Calliope Petrichor. Calder (Jake): Calliope. Callie: Hi. I've had a bit of a makeover, I'm a winter eladrin now! You look fantastic. Calder: So do you. Winter looks good on you. Callie: Thank you. Calder: It's-- it's good to see you, Callie.

#naddpod #ba2mia #calder kilde #calliope petrichor #when i first listened to that short rest i went #‘emily!!!!!’#she also tells him to never be afraid of using the charges #and the helms power #head in my hands #naddclips #sr c3e17 #c3e45

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tgmsunmontue · 3 months ago

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I never knew I was missing you 3/9

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE TWO

PART THREE

Jake can barely believe that he’s enjoying chatting with someone electronically so much. He’s always been a social person, never considered that he’d be able to make a connection with someone without it being in person. Everything he’d already thought, double with the fact he’s now seen a clip of Brad’s abs, and yes, he’s vain, sue him, but it has him even more curious about meeting him.

… … …

>>See what your namesake does to me?

Bradley opens the app and almost chokes on his tongue. Jake’s cock is lying on his stomach, still hard but he’s clearly just come. It’s fucking gorgeous and Bradley wants to lick it clean. His hands tremble a little as he types out his response.

>>Jesus. Warn a guy.

>>You going to reciprocate?

God. Slider would kill him if he sent pictures, let alone ones of his cock, no matter what state it was in. Which right now is increasingly hard. They haven’t done this before, just teetered very carefully along the line but not quite tipping over. Of course, Jake’s now gone and done a deep-dive and Bradley is getting hard in his pants. He doesn’t even know if he can or should take a screen shot. He needs to ask for some advice.

“Neil! How secure is my phone…?”

“As secure as we can make it… why?”

“Just. Uh. If I was going to send some pictures…”

“Nope. Don’t do it man.”

“But…”

“Bradley. Callie would kill you.”

“Shit. I hadn’t even thought of her. Just Slider.”

“Oh yeah, fuck. You’re dead regardless, so don’t do it. Look. Just ask the guy to do a video call. Problem solved.”

“Oh! Yeah. That’s really smart… Thanks man!”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Bradley waves his hand and goes to his bedroom,

>>You want to see how hard you make me?

>>You willing to accept a video call?

>>You serious?

… … …

Jake blinks.

Brad wants to do a video call.

Holy shit.

That’s more than just a face reveal, that’s an entire whole thing, voice and face and body

>>Hell yes. Bring it.

He sends through his number and not even fifteen seconds later his phone is vibrating and chiming and he scrambles to answer it. He doesn’t get to see Brad's face for more than a second, and he’s covered in dark-golden stubble but Jake isn’t sure if he’s imagining the passing likeness to Bradley Bradshaw or whether he’s just projecting and maybe becoming slightly delusional. Maybe Brad does double-work or something. Huh. Does he have a brother maybe? Brad is mumbling and fixing his phone onto something and then he’s got a view down the expanse of Brad’s body and holy shit he’s gorgeous.

“Brad, I just got off… what do you want me to do here?”

“Watch.”

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Okay. I can do that…”

He watches as Brad’s hand works on his cock, as he rolls out of frame for a brief moment and then comes back with slick fingers and then he’s groaning. Jake groans in response, wishes he was wearing headphones so he could pretend that moan was right into his ear rather than through a screen. Brad’s body looks enough like Bradley Bradshaw he could pretend it’s actually him, but he doesn’t want to delude himself like that. Plus he’s already jerked off over pictures of Bradley Bradshaw today, right now he has a very real Brad jerking off for him and he’s fucking hot, breath coming in little gasps as his hand works. Then there are fingers going behind his balls and Jake groans again, because he can’t zoom in, or get in close and personal no matter how much he wants to. Then he hears what Brad is saying, Jake’s name on repeat and he groans, palms his cock because he’s getting hard again.

“Brad…” he breathes, voice husky and he hears and sees Brad’s body shiver. “Fuck you’re beautiful. You going to come for me baby?”

Brad makes a little broken sound, his hips jerking up and his breath is coming harder and faster, hand a blur of movement and it’s all too small on the screen of his phone, Jake wants this in person. As soon as possible. The fact that Brad’s done this, video called him, makes him feel more confident that maybe he’ll share his real name with him, although he sort of hopes his name at least has Brad in it, because it’s very firmly stuck in his head now. However he’ll get used to calling him by his real name eventually.

“Jake, Jake, Jake… so close…”

“Come on then baby, no need to hold back on my part. I already came remember?” Jake reminds him, although he’s pretty sure he will be coming again soon enough. And then, as he watches, he sees Brad’s body freeze and he worries for a brief moment that the connection has been lost, but the sound coming through is Brad’s broken gasping breaths sounding wrecked and then Brad’s body slumps like the strings have been cut.

“Fucking gorgeous…” Jake breathes. “Want to lick you clean.”

For some reason that makes Brad let out a huff of laughter.

“Great minds. I had the same thought when I saw that picture you sent through to me.”

“What? Gorgeous?”

“Well, yeah, obviously. But more the wanting to lick you clean.”

“Oh… hmm. Yeah. We should get onto that.”

“We should, should we?” Brad asks, amusement clear and Jake rolls his eyes.

“Yeah. We should.”

FOUR

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfic #I never knew I was missing you #SliMav

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razzmatash · 12 days ago

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Unwrap Me

Rating: Explicit 16,918 words Sylus x f!OC Read on Ao3 Summary: Christmas might be over but Calli has one more present for Sylus. A smutty epilogue of the 12 Days of Christmas series. CW: plus sized oc, lingerie, dom/sub undertones, vaginal fingering, nipple play, masturbation, finger sucking, improper use of Evol, bondage, spanking, cock warming, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, throat fucking, deep throat, cum swallowing, penis in vagina sex, mating press, prone, creampie, aftercare, a bit of a praise kink, biting, marking Minors DNI

Shaking out her curls, Calli took a deep breath before looking at her reflection. She almost didn’t recognize the woman looking back. When Sylus had told her he wanted to enjoy unwrapping his present, she had taken him seriously and put actual time and effort into finding an outfit she thought he’d like. But something she would still feel comfortable wearing. She’d wound up commissioning something in a rush, thankful and embarrassed that the tailor he employed had hired on staff to...accommodate any requests that came from her.

Thankfully, the woman hadn’t asked any questions but she’d been more than a little mischievous when she’d gone to pick up the lingerie. Now that she had it on, she could see why.

The baby doll was sheer with just enough coverage to veil her nipples without outright concealing them. The material was a crimson red across the top but the dye faded into a deeper red that was almost black the further down you went. The ribbon that held the two sides closed between her breasts had been given the same dye treatment. The panties were nearly as sheer as the top, that same deep red which was likely the only reason they weren’t completely see through. To finish the number, black stockings climbed up her legs to end in lace around midthigh.

She’d taken time while getting ready to take things a little further than she usually did. Liner and mascara to help her eyes stand out, a lipstick to match the crimson of her clothes. A dusting of edible glitter across the swells of her breasts. Her curls were loose and free, spilling across her shoulders and down her back. A pair of dark heels that gave her a couple inches but were nothing compared to his height.

Her gaze dropped to the jewellery box sitting on the counter beside her. He’d given it to her the morning of the holiday but had told her to wait to open it until she was ready for him to unwrap her. He wanted her to wear it for him and he wasn’t taking no as an answer. She’d agreed but she wished she hadn’t now that she’d seen it. But she knew that this was the only kind of situation she could wear it in. There was nowhere else she could even remotely consider wearing it.

Brushing her fingers over the gemstones, Calli pushed out a shaking breath before carefully scooping it up. She fastened the clasp around her neck, pleased and a little alarmed at the fact that while it fit snugly around her throat it wasn’t tight enough to hurt. Rubies and black diamonds glittered around her neck and spread across her chest in a lacework pattern that ended in a single dark ruby nestled just at the tops of her breasts.

It was a bold statement that loudly declared she was very much claimed and very well loved.

Twisting in front of the mirror, she tried to find something else to take care of, to stall for a little bit longer, but there was nothing. Appearance wise, she was ready and he was waiting.

She took a deep breath and turned toward the door. He’d like it no matter what she wore but she had wanted this to be special for him. She was trying to make this special for him. He’d wanted her as a gift and she had agreed.

Stepping into the room, Calli looked for him immediately and found him standing in front of the balcony doors. “Sylus?”

“Why here, kitten?” he asked, not turning. “I thought you’d had enough of snow.”

She had. “I doubt we’re going to be going outside much,” she murmured, earning a chuckle. “We aren’t across the Arctic Circle but we’re close.”

“And that matters because?”

“Polar night,” Calli said softly. “I know most people go to beaches or resorts during the winter but they’re going for the sun. You wouldn’t enjoy that much. Since we wouldn’t be going outside when the sun was out, why did we need the sun at all? I chose here because there’s barely a couple hours of sunlight every day so it doesn’t matter as much when we’re awake or not. And....”

“And?” he prompted.

She flushed a little and took a moment to gather herself. “This is supposed to be just the two of us so I thought I’d replicate the last time it was really just us.”

“The snowstorm.”

Yes. Two days alone with him with no responsibilities, no outside anything, had been as close to bliss as she had ever come. “You didn’t want to leave either,” she reminded him.

“That might not be a smart idea, kitten. I might not want to leave here either.”

A risk she was willing to take. “Do you want your present?”

She saw his smile in his reflection in the glass. “Do you want to give me my present?”

He was feeling playful. Wonderful. “Yes,” she said honestly.

Sylus watched the snow fall in the outside lights for a moment longer before he slowly turned to face her. He stopped halfway, staring openly at her.

Calli tried not to shift nervously and kept her chin up, her gaze on him. It was a little embarrassing to put herself on display like this but she had done it before. Not to this degree but it had happened. If she could convince herself this wasn’t any different, maybe she could get through it easier. Maybe. If he said something.

But she heard his slow exhale before he faced her fully. His gaze slowly slid down her body, taking his time. She fully expected him to ask her to do a little spin for him but he stayed silent.

Her eyes widened as his Evol wrapped around an armchair and moved it in front of him. He walked around it to easily settle, his gaze never leaving her. He was making it hard to breathe and he hadn’t even done anything beyond look at her. She wanted to move, to ask him what he thought, to do something, but she waited for him. She knew she had to wait for him.

The longer he stared, the more exposed she felt even though she was fully covered. Her heart was starting to pound and it was all she could do not to take little gasps of air. Her nerves were fraying and she just wanted him to say something, anything, at this point.

Sylus lifted one hand and crooked a finger at her. As if he could tell how close to breaking she was.

Swallowing her nerves, Calli took a step toward him.

“Slowly.”

Of course. If there was one thing she knew, it was that he liked appreciating her when she put herself on display like this. Didn’t matter if it was something he bought or something he just hadn’t seen before. He took his time looking at her, appreciating her, and he wanted her to give him every single second she could.

But it was hard to slow her pace, to keep herself calm, as he lounged in the chair and waited for her. She did her best, silently counting her steps and praying she didn’t break before she got to him.

His expression was pleased as she did what he wanted and stopped in front of him. She was standing between his spread legs, close enough for him to touch. But he kept his hands on the arms of the chair, slowly tapping his fingers against them.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as his eyes slowly slid down her again and she wished she knew what he was thinking. He looked pleased but he wasn’t making any effort to take her, to unwrap her. While savouring her might have been his second favourite thing in the bedroom, she shouldn’t ever forget that teasing was first. He would gladly keep her on edge for as long as she could possibly take it before giving her what she wanted. He would always give it but nights like this took her a bit to recover from.

So it was a good thing they’d be here for a week.

Her breath caught, clogging her throat, when one finger slid against her skin, tracing the top of one stocking. She did her best not to move but her leg tensed all the same as he leisurely made his way. His gaze was back on her face as she struggled to not give in to just this simple of a touch. A maddening smirk appeared on his face that had a flush spreading across hers.

“Needy kitten desperate already?” he murmured, his finger dipping between her thighs before continuing on to the next one.

“Yes,” she whispered. Nerves and anticipation. A giddy feeling in her stomach since she’d picked up the lingerie. The steadily growing want the closer they had gotten to their destination and this moment.

Sylus hummed lowly. “You’re mine tonight, Calliope,” he said, his voice wrapping around her. “That’s my present.”

She didn’t need him to elaborate to know what he meant. Swallowing, she nodded and pushed out, “Yes.”

He inhaled slowly, his hand slipping back to the first leg and curling around her thigh. “You know how to stop this,” he said quietly. “Say it.”

God, if she could barely breathe now, how was she going to last the night? He’d make sure she would but she was going to be an absolute mess by the time he was done with her. “Crow.”

A single nod from him before he tugged her forward a little bit more. “You are mine,” he repeated, his voice deeper as a possessive edge laced it.

“I’m yours.”

His fingers spread against the back of her thigh and one brushed against her ass, making her shiver. “Oh, I know, kitten, and I’m going to enjoy you tonight.”

Exhaling shakily, Calli watched him as he lazily looked her over again. One hand lifted to stroke over the gemstones of her necklace, the rough pad of his finger grazing her skin, and he hooked one finger under the choker. He gave it a tug to have her bending toward him.

He smiled again. “This looks good on you,” he purred. “Better than I expected.”

“Thank you.”

“I should have you wear it whenever we’re together,” he mused, rubbing his finger against her throat. “So everyone remembers who you belong to.”

There wasn’t a single person that saw them in the N109 that didn’t know they were together. A piece like this was more to flaunt that she was his. The thought of wearing this where people other than him could see it both terrified and excited her.

His finger came to rest at the base of her throat and pushed gently. “But I know my kitten and you wouldn’t actually like that much. Maybe I should get another one,” Sylus continued, sounding more like he was talking to himself. “Less than this so that you’ll wear it every day. Something you won’t ever take off.”

Could he feel her heart pounding? At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it.

“Would you prefer that?” His gaze flicked up to her face. “Would you like me to get you something that shows you’re mine no matter where you are?”

God, he wanted her to speak? When the hand on her thigh dug in at her silence, she swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”

“Liar.”

“I would,” she protested weakly. “Wearing this....”

“Is what, kitten? Finish your sentence.”

“It’s too much,” Calli said, fighting to keep herself from whining. She didn’t think she succeeded. “Where am I ever supposed to wear this?”

“Wherever I tell you to.”

She pressed her lips together and stared at him.

Sylus smiled at her. “You already know I don’t skimp on anything,” he said mildly. “Why would you think I’d do that here? You should be used to it by now.”

She wasn’t. She didn’t even want to think about how much this necklace cost and he wanted to buy her another as if it wasn’t anything. “I’m not,” she said softly, honestly.

“What good is money if you’re not spending it?” he asked her, pulling her a little closer so her legs were pressing to the seat of his chair. “What good is my money if I’m not spending it on you?”

Staring helplessly at him, Calli didn’t say anything.

A hint of displeasure, there and gone across his face. “You’re not allowed to refuse when I give it to you.”

She had to bite her cheek to keep from refusing right now. The look on his face told her he knew she exactly what she was doing.

“You said you wanted it not even five minutes ago, kitten. Were you really lying?”

Her lower lip trembled for a moment before she took a deep breath. “Please make it something I can wear every day,” she said softly. “I’ll never take it off.”

Sylus leaned back from her, his hands sliding away as he considered her. “Never is a long time.”

But it was what he wanted so it was the right answer. She didn’t let him mark her anywhere that she couldn’t hide at work and he didn’t like that. But this? If he gave her something like this, she would always have his mark on her.

He exhaled again and tapped his fingers against the chair. “I’ll figure it out and we’ll see how long you keep it on.”

A thread of annoyance filled her at the thought that he doubted her and she lifted her chin slightly, staring back at him.

He merely smiled in response. “Are you wet yet, kitten?” he purred, making her head spin as he changed the subject. “Or have you been distracted?”

They’d certainly gone in a direction she hadn’t expected but.... A small shift on her feet, rubbing her thighs together. Her panties were definitely damp between them. “A little.”

“Wet or distracted? Use your words.”

“Both,” she admitted.

He reached out again, pushing his hands between her thighs. His palm cupped the whole of her sex before she could even think of parting them for him and he slowly pulled it back, fingers pressing against the damp material. “Only a little,” he agreed. “We should fix that. Show me where you want me to touch you.”

She knew better than to reach between her legs immediately. That wasn’t how this game went. Reaching up, she let her fingers trail along her jaw before slipping down her neck back to where he had already touched her. She traced over the necklace, feeling the smooth surfaces of the rubies and diamonds and shivering slightly. Her touch moved to follow the outline of the necklace where it rested on her chest, slowly moving toward her breasts.

His eyes followed every touch but he made absolutely no move to put his hands back on her. He wouldn’t until he was satisfied that she had shown him everything she wanted. Everything he wanted. But she could see the arousal growing in his eyes as he watched, the hunger burning in him. It was what always gave her the courage to do this for him.

Calli sighed softly as she stroked over her breasts. Even through the fabric of her baby doll, it felt good. She didn’t cup herself immediately, trailing her fingers around her nipples in slowly shrinking circles and feeling them tighten under the touch. It would have felt so much better if she didn’t have the fabric covering them but she wasn’t the one that was allowed to take it off of her. He was the one that was going to do the unwrapping and she had to keep it all on until he wanted it off.

Her back arched as she pinched her nipples lightly, a moan leaving her. She increased the pressure as she heard an approving purr leave him, rolling them between her fingers and tugging gently. It was a poor imitation of what he did with his fingers but it was the best she could do now. Her hands shifted to cup as much of her breast as she could, trapping her nipple between thumb and forefinger to continue teasing them even as she kneaded at plump flesh.

She let her head fall back and her eyes slip shut. Her hands weren’t big enough to hold all of her and she ached for the large press of his hands. His were big enough, made to curl around her and claim what was his. She wanted him to hold her, to play with her, to tease her. His palms were rough and rasped deliciously against her skin, giving her a friction she craved whenever he put his hands on her.

Rubbing her thighs together as she continued to play with her breasts, she could feel arousal dripping from her again. It was slowly building, a combination of her teasing and his watching. It would go faster if he was the one doing this but she didn’t want to ask for that yet.

He had said slowly and it wasn’t aimed solely at her.

Sighing again, she gave her breasts one last squeeze before her hands slipped down her belly. The baby doll was parted enough that she could touch skin here as she followed the hemline, stroking back and forth to make herself shiver. Even with the plush softness of her belly, his hands would still cover so much of her when he grabbed her here. He didn’t shy away from any part of her body, lavishing love and attention on all of her. If anything, he took his time with her soft bits, biting into them, sucking marks on them, digging his fingers in to bruise. More to mark, he had purred the first time she’d tried to shy away from that attention, more to love, more for him.

He made her feel so damn beautiful and desirable every time she was with him. It wasn’t only when they had sex. The way he looked at her....

Calli bit her lip as she slid the tips of her fingers under her panties. She didn’t push them lower and just followed the waistband of them, gently stroking her skin. When she reached her hips, she didn’t even pause before she started back in.

“Slowly.”

She jerked at his deep voice, not expecting him to speak suddenly. Lowering her head enough to look at him, she saw he was focused on where her hands were. She hadn’t even moved them lower but he must have known she wanted more. Her eyes stayed on his face as she licked her lips and let one hand push a little further under the fabric. The other stayed where it was, her thumb slowly swiping back and forth against the curve of her belly.

Shifting her legs apart just enough to get her hand lower, a trembling sigh left her as she dipped a finger between her folds to rub at her clit. Slow circles around it, just brushing over it, the slow tease she liked to do when they were apart and she was thinking about him. When she tried to mimic how he would slowly play with her when they had the time for him to tease her up and hold her on the edge of climax.

“Fuck,” she whispered, biting her lip as she pressed her finger fully to her clit.

“Show me,” Sylus growled.

She slipped her other hand out of her panties and reached further down to pull them aside. A small step to spread her legs wider and let him see what she was doing. Small, insistent circles on her clit that had her thighs quivering with pleasure as she thought about him doing it instead. Of how he could sink his fingers into her and keep that pressure on her clit with his thumb. How he would hold her neck to make her look at him while he made her come on his fingers. How he wouldn’t let her look away or close her eyes as pleasure swamped her.

She whimpered and let her fingers slide down to tease her entrance but it wasn’t the same. Her fingers weren’t big enough to give her the stretch that made her burn. All she could do was swipe them through slick folds and bring them back to her clit to rub it a little harder.

Calli cried out wordlessly when he gripped her wrist suddenly and pulled her away. “Please!” she begged, staring at him.

“Not yet,” he said firmly, slipping her hand out of her panties before pushing away the other one.

Before she could pout at him and try to change his mind, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down. She flushed at the low rumble of approval that left him as he watched the fabric pull away from her pussy and wondered how much of her arousal was clinging to them. She bit her lip when he moved one hand to slide through her folds, dipping the tips of two fingers just inside her before pulling away.

Her breath caught as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on one finger. The other hand reached up to hook into her necklace again and gave her a small tug. She didn’t resist, leaning into him and parting her lips as he pressed his damp finger to them. “Suck,” he told her lowly.

Closing around him, she did as she was told, lapping at him to lick away her juices. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, feeling him press on her tongue as he pushed his finger deeper. She didn’t stop as he slowly drew it back and out of her mouth with a wet pop.

He hummed and murmured, “Take them off.”

Her fingers were shaking as she finished pushing them down her legs to pool at her feet. She saw his eyes drop again, hungrily looking at what she had just bared to him. His tongue swiped across his lips and a deep growl spilled out of him.

“Come here,” he said shortly, holding out his hands to her.

Taking them, she stepped out of her panties, too turned on to think about anything as his gaze stayed focused on the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. She forced her fingers to open and let go of him when she was done but she gasped when he caught her hands again to hold on.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” she whispered and wondered if either one of them believed that. She did her best but sometimes she wasn’t good at all.

Sylus smiled at her and pulled her forward sharply.

Gasping again as she fell into his lap, she nearly crashed into him as he didn’t let go before his Evol curled around her. He eased her into position, straddling his lap but keeping her from settling in it. Her head fell back on a moan as his Evol slid between her legs, rubbing against her slick sex.

“Look at me.”

She wanted to whine, to beg him to let her enjoy this, but it was his present. Tucking her chin down to her chest, she met his gaze as trembles ran through her. He was prodding gently at her now, a portion of the mist solidified to ease just inside her before pulling out. Slowly repeating, barely penetrating, just stretching her. She panted softly, fighting the urge to push her hips down to try to take more of it.

A lazy smile curled his mouth as he relaxed back in the chair and let his gaze fall down to her heaving chest. She was testing the limits of that poor ribbon as she tried to breathe and god only knew what kind of show she was putting on for him. His lips twitched up further and she bit into her lip as two more wisps slid inside the baby doll to tease her nipples.

They curled and twisted, not quite enough to hurt, but she wanted to sob from the pleasure he was giving her. He still wasn’t sinking any deeper inside her, seemed content to merely stretch her entrance in a tease of what she was going to get. If she behaved.

She mewled brokenly as a new wisp slid against her clit, her hips bucking forward. Her eyes squeezed shut as a thicker coil wrapped around her middle to jerk her back and hold her in place. “I’m sorry,” she pushed out. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he purred, “but you still did it.”

She expected it as soon as he let go of her hand but Calli still made a strangled sound as his hand cracked against her ass. The only thing that kept her still was his Evol wrapped around her. Her thighs quivered as the rest of his Evol stilled against her, teasing her with what she had had by resting against her skin but not moving. A whimper as he smacked her again, the harsh sound filling the room and her ears. She bit her lip, meeting his gaze as the third landed on sensitive skin.

Quivering on his lap, she didn’t move even as she felt the pressure around her waist dissipate and waited for him. His hand was still on her ass, pressing against the spot he had smacked. She swallowed as he squeezed, his fingers digging into her. Inhaling sharply as his Evol rubbed against her again, she kept as still as she could when it pressed between her legs. She wasn’t a fool, she could tell that he’d enlarged it, stretching her further. Still not as much as his cock would once he gave it to her, but enough she could tell.

Her fingers tightened on his hand as he kept it just inside her, no longer easing it in and out. He kept it there while the wisps began rubbing over her again, including the one between her legs. She clenched her teeth, willing herself not to move as pleasure started to fill her again. He was back to watching her, leaned back in the chair and fingers slowly kneading at her ass.

Calli swallowed hard and let him play with her. This was his present after all and she wasn’t going to spoil it for him. But it took all of her willpower to keep herself from moving. She knew how good it would feel to rock against his Evol, to move it against her, inside her, but she really wasn’t looking to be spanked again. It was likely to happen again before the night was over but not so soon. God, she wanted to move though! She was already close and it would feel so good to come around his Evol.

Biting her lip, she tried to breathe as she trembled on top of him. He was still just watching her, his thumb moving slowly back and forth against her but that was the extent of it. He wouldn’t give her anymore than he already was.

Scarlet eyes held her captive as she fought not to orgasm. But it was getting harder and harder. The wisps were a constant pressure against her now, twisting and tugging on her nipples while the one on her clit was firmly rubbing circles. The thickness between her legs had her clenching around it, wanting his cock to stretch and fill her out instead. All of it was pushing her to a climax she wasn’t supposed to give in to yet.

The anticipation was going to kill her. She wanted him to touch her so damn bad. She knew how to tease herself, knew what she liked, and could make herself come easily enough. She knew how to tease her body to keep herself on edge while he watched her writhe. But knowing that this teasing was going to end with him touching her, him taking her? She wanted that more than anything else.

Long fingers curled under her chin and lifted her up. She hadn’t even realized she’d dropped it. “Look at me, kitten,” Sylus said. “You’re doing so good. Don’t ruin it now.”

She whimpered as he pushed deeper into her. “Sylus,” she whined.

He smiled at her, a sharpness to it but she could see how pleased he was. “Use your words.”

“Please let me come,” she whispered. “Please. Please I want to come.”

He considered her as she quivered on his lap. She did her best not to look pathetic but she wanted to come. A small noise spilled out of her as the hand on her ass moved, trailing around her thigh until he could slide it between her legs. It became a shrill shriek as he pushed the Evol deeper inside her and she had to fight against every instinct she had to push back. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she clung to him, panting desperately.

She felt a tear track down her cheek as he watched her, biting down on her lip in an effort to keep some semblance of control.

Sylus gripped her chin harder and reached his thumb up to pull her lip out from between her teeth. He pulled it down gently before purring, “Give it to me.”

Her moan filled her ears, echoing in the room, as she clenched down on his Evol. He was moving it now, barely, but it was enough. Her breath hitched as a shudder ran through her and she clung to his shoulders with both hands. He hadn’t let her go so she couldn’t throw her head back but her back arched as she cried out in pleasure. It ripped through her with force and left her shaking in his lap.

Whimpers tumbled out of her as he didn’t let up. His Evol was still caressing her, drawing out every bit of pleasure he could and then some.

A gasp left her when the Evol buried in her suddenly disappeared, her clenching muscles left holding nothing and she whined at the sudden loss. “Sylus,” she murmured, “please. Give it back. Let me have it. Please. I-” She snapped her mouth shut when his Evol wrapped around her waist again but hauled her down this time. His cock easily slid inside her, even as she squeezed around him.

Sylus smiled at her as she stared, little mewls leaving her. “Give it back?” he repeated teasingly. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Calli shook her head quickly. “No,” she pushed out, her voice shaking.

“I didn’t think so.” His voice had dropped into a purr this time.

It was hard to breathe. Her body was still humming from the orgasm, his Evol gently stroking her breasts, but all she could think about was how full she felt. Even with him fucking his Evol into her, it wasn’t his cock. He’d bottomed out in her on that single pull downward, filling her completely. She let her head loll back on a quiet exhale, enjoying him. Enjoying the way he stretched her out.

When the Evol eased up around her, she shifted on her knees to find a better position over her but she stopped as he gripped her thighs.

“Stay,” he said firmly, “and do not come until I tell you.”

Breathing heavily, Calli nodded, unable to find her voice. This was no different from any other time she had cock warmed him. She couldn’t let it be different. It didn’t matter that she was squeezing him in the aftermath of her orgasm. She couldn’t let it matter.

“Kiss me.”

She leaned into him, shivering as he shifted inside her, and pressed her lips to his. It was slow and deep as he let her lead for now. She twined her tongue around his, slipping her fingers into his hair and lightly scratching his scalp. His low rumble of pleasure made her sigh happily and she slowly leaned back from him. “Love you,” she mumbled.

His gaze softened slightly and he rubbed over her lower lip again. “Sit still,” he warned her.

Calli nodded again, purring softly as he gave her a kiss.

“Lean back,” he told her.

Slowly unwinding her fingers from his hair, she carefully moved, acutely aware of how he shifted inside her. She reached back to plant her hands on his thighs and let out a long breath. God, she felt so fucking full.

The hand on her chin shifted down to trail along her neck. He stroked her necklace again but barely lingered on it. It wasn’t until he cupped her through her baby doll that she realized he’d removed the Evol wisps teasing her. But the warmth of his hands through the fabric was far more welcome. Would be even better if he ripped the clothes off of her.

A shiver wound down her spine before she froze as he squeezed her gently.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” he said lowly, tweaking her nipples.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Watch me.”

She tucked her chin down so she could see his hands. A breath tumbled out of her at how large they were. It was hardly a new revelation, but seeing his fingers stretched out to cover her, to cup and knead at soft flesh, to see the way she still spilled over him. Not coming was going to be so much harder now that he was touching her.

“So eager,” he chided gently, giving her another squeeze. “So fucking needy.”

A whine caught in her throat. She was this way because of him. He was her only lover and every response she ever gave was because of him.

His smile was sharp again as he watched her quiver on top of him. He cupped her breasts fully, running his thumbs slowly over her nipples. The friction from the fabric made her want to crawl out of her skin after the easy glide of his Evol against her. She swallowed hard as he pinched them between thumb and forefinger, tugging on them.

“You look good like this,” he continued, one hand trailing down her belly and smoothing over her. “All wrapped up and needy for my cock.”

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying not to react to those words, before opening her eyes again.

“So fucking beautiful,” he purred, pressing on her belly a little. “So fucking good at taking my cock.”

“Sylus,” Calli mewled, flushing at the praise.

“I can feel you trying not to come. Felt you squeezing while you came and gripping my cock like a good girl.” He paused for a moment, exhaling slowly as she squeezed him in response. “You like being full and dripping onto me? Making a mess of me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I’m going to make a mess of you,” he promised.

God, she fucking hoped so. His hand had come back up to cup her breast and he was switching between firm kneads and playful tugs at her nipples. The muscles in her stomach were jumping with every touch as she struggled to stay still. Her arms were trembling slightly and her fingers were digging into his thighs. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

She gasped sharply when he leaned forward, clenching around him as he moved inside her. Her eyes widened as she saw him catch the silk ribbon between his teeth, her breath hitching. She watched as he smirked up at her before he leaned back, pulling the bow loose as he went. Her body shook as the baby doll parted fully and his hands pressed to her belly again.

Sylus let the ribbon slide from his mouth even as he slowly stroked up her body. He wrapped his hands around her waist, purring at the soft give of her body and making her flush more. “So soft,” he praised, rubbing his thumbs against her ribs. “You were made to take me, baby, weren’t you?”

Weakly nodding, she licked dry lips and made a soft, positive noise. Her voice was gone as she watched the desire on his face deepen as he openly stared at her. The adoration was still so overwhelming that she would have tried to hide from it if she could. But he never let her.

“Sitting so pretty,” he continued, sliding his hands up further so his thumbs were under the heavy curve of her breasts. “Giving me my present.”

She was panting softly, waiting for him to touch her again.

Crimson eyes flicked up to her face and his smile deepened. “Look at you,” he breathed. “One orgasm and a little cock warming and you’re already falling apart? How are you going to last the night?”

She really didn’t know. She knew that she had agreed to this, come up with the idea, but she was already on edge and he had only gotten started with her.

He tutted gently at her before covering her breasts with his hands.

She moaned but it still sounded like a whine. “Please,” she begged when he didn’t do more than hold her. “Please, Sylus.”

“What, sweetie? What do you need?”

Him. God, she needed him. “Please touch me.”

“I am. Can’t you feel me?”

Whimpering, she kept herself from pushing into his touch. “More,” she begged. “Please. Can I have more?”

His smile deepened and she cried out as he leaned back into her, resting his chin on her chest for a moment. “More?” he echoed, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of her breast.

“Your mouth,” she pleaded, trembling as his breath washed over her. “Bite me, mark me, use me. Please, I’m yours.”

A low noise rumbled out of him and she screamed as his teeth dug into the soft flesh of her breast. He squeezed her in his hands, holding her still for him. She was panting again as he lifted his mouth from her but his lips moved against her as he said, “Don’t regret saying that, sweetie.”

She wouldn’t. It was his present. She was his present. And she trusted him.

He pressed sharp kisses across the top of her breast, his teeth scraping against her as he continued to nip at her but nothing as hard as the first one. He paused once to suck a red mark that she absolutely wouldn’t be able to hide. He continued his path around her and cupped her to lift her nipple to his mouth.

Calli couldn’t help how she clenched around him when his gaze met hers, his lips a breath away from her pebbled nipple. The pink bud looked almost sinful against his mouth, waiting for him to take it. She saw his brows draw together slightly as she didn’t stop squeezing him but she couldn’t stop. It wasn’t technically moving and he hadn’t told her she couldn’t.

His eyes narrowed at her before his tongue slipped out to swirl around her, ending with a flick. She shivered and bit down on her lip, watching him and fighting the urge to arch her back and push herself into his mouth. He licked her again, the flat of his tongue dragging over her in a slow pass that had her holding her breath.

If he kept up this pace, she was going to pass out.

A faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes to show his amusement before he was closing around her, pulling her into his mouth to suck She mewled softly, wanting nothing more than to bury her hands in his hair and keep him to her. But she clutched at his pants and held on as he kept her in his mouth, rolling her on his tongue. Her breaths came harder as he closed his teeth around her nipple and held her in place while he flicked his tongue against her.

All while he kept his eyes on her face, watching every single reaction she gave him.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, pleasure coiling in her belly. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the thick fullness of him inside her. Every flick of his tongue made her want to push her hips down. Every suck made her want to grind against him, rub her clit against him until she came. She wanted to squeeze him until he came inside her, painting her with his cum before he fucked it back into her.

“Fuck,” she whined, her thighs trembling as she got ahead of herself again.

A wet pop filled her ears as he pulled away from her breast and turned to rub his face against the other. “Don’t,” he warned her, his voice low.

She was trying! She was trying so damn hard!

His teeth grazed over her other nipple and she screamed as he closed his mouth around her areola and bit down.

But that small flash of pain was enough to push her over.

Calli whined as her orgasm ripped through her. Or maybe it was Sylus sharply leaning back from her, dropping his hands as he watched her come on him. She could feel the weight of his gaze but she couldn’t stop it now. Shuddering, she pressed her lips together to try to keep her noises to a minimum. She could feel how she was squeezing him and she wished he would move, give her a little of the friction she wanted.

Taking a shivering breath as the pleasure subsided, she didn’t look at him immediately, staring at his chest. The silence was weighing on her but she wasn’t going to break it first. Couldn’t. Her cheeks were still flushed but it wasn’t just the pleasure that was colouring them now.

“I told you not to come.”

She bit her lip at how low his voice was.

“And you did.”

It was impossible not to make a small noise and she still didn’t look at him. “I did,” she agreed, her voice soft.

“Get down.”

Her legs were shaking as she moved to push herself off him and she was quick to sink to her knees in front of him. Although, she might have collapsed. She wasn’t sure.

“Look at me.”

Another breath for courage and she lifted her eyes to meet his. She didn’t let herself linger on his cock, slick from her cunt, and she didn’t let herself lick her lips. Her hands stayed in her lap but she pressed them against her thighs to keep them from trembling as she looked into his eyes.

His expression was bored but his eyes were hot. Arousal, certainly, but something else. She’d crossed a line he had put down and now she would need to make it up to him. However he wanted. “Open your mouth.”

Oh. She didn’t squirm even though a rush of arousal ripped through her as she knew what was coming. Letting her jaw drop, she didn’t look away from him and waited.

Sylus stared down at her, propping one arm against the chair and resting his chin against his fist. Beyond being a little rumpled from her hands, he didn’t look like she’d just been sitting on his cock. Well, except for his erection being completely free of his pants.

She kept as still as she could but she could feel her arousal dripping out of her. He might not have come yet, but there was a sticky mess between her thighs already. She tried to quiet her breathing, very aware of how she was nearly completely naked in front of him. The sides of the baby doll were hanging off her shoulders, leaving her essentially bare.

“Clean it,” he said lowly.

She shivered before lifting up on her knees. Shuffling closer to him, she didn’t touch him. Bracing her hands against the floor, she leaned over his lap and ran her tongue along the length of him. She could taste herself on him and she hummed softly. Trailing her tongue up to the tip, she swirled it around him and pulled back to swallow the precum she had lapped up.

Exhaling slowly, she opened her mouth again before closing her lips around his head and sucking gently. She curled her tongue around him, licking away every trace of her orgasm she had left on him. Then she slid further down him and did it again and again until he bumped into the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment before sliding back up him.

She pulled off with a hum and leaned in to run her tongue along him again. She froze when his hand slid into her hair and tipped her up to look at him again. She kept her mouth open, her tongue still extended, and waited. A noise left her as his hand slipped down to cup her cheek.

“You’re not done yet,” Sylus told her, turning her back to his cock.

There was no resistance in her as she took him back into her mouth but she moaned faintly as he guided her down him. He rubbed her cheek for a moment before his hand moved back into her hair. She wasn’t surprised at all when he pushed on her, making her take more of him into her mouth. She barely managed to get a quick breath in before he hit the back of her throat.

He held her there for a moment and let her pull back just a little. But it was a small reprieve before he was pushing on her again.

Calli squeezed her eyes shut as he slid into her throat, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She swallowed around him and heard him hiss above her. He pressed a little deeper before he was pulling back. She swallowed again as he slipped out of her mouth, coughing slightly and licking her lips. She barely got her mouth open again before he was tapping against her lips.

Flattening her tongue under him, she took him into her throat this time without prompting and held him there for as long as she could. She didn’t let him fully leave her mouth this time, hollowing her cheeks to suck on his head. He groaned as she swirled her tongue around him before bobbing along him quickly. She could feel saliva dripping down her chin as she pulled away to lick at the thick tip but she didn’t move to wipe it away.

Sylus made a low noise as she pressed open mouthed kisses down the length of him. She shifted on her knees when it became a broken moan when she sucked his balls into her mouth. His fingers dug into her hair and his nails scraped against her. She thought he moaned her name as she sucked on him, running her tongue over them slowly but she couldn’t hear him over her own humming.

Flicking a look up at him, pleasure washed through Calli. His head was thrown back against the chair, a flush across the tops of his cheeks and his mouth open as he breathed heavily. She did this to him. She brought him this pleasure. Letting him go with a wet pop, she huskily whispered, “Use me.”

His fingers twitched against her head and he tipped his chin down to look at her through narrowed eyes.

Running her tongue back up his cock, she sucked on the tip before taking more of him. She moved to take as much as she could without pushing him into her throat and held him there, just at the edge. But she protested faintly when he pulled her away from him and pushed her back onto her heels. “Sylus?” she mumbled.

He pushed out of the chair and lifted her up onto her knees. “Use you?” he repeated, holding her so her mouth was on level with his erection. “That’s what you want?”

She blinked up at him, not sure how to answer that. She wanted whatever he wanted today. She wanted him to feel good. She wanted him to feel good because of her.

“Open,” he said, taking himself in hand and tapping the head against her lips.

Parting her lips, she stuck out her tongue again and hummed as he smacked his cock against her. He eased it inside her month, sliding along her tongue, before he pulled back.

“Keep it open,” he warned her.

Calli nodded.

“You know what to do if it’s too much.”

Her hands came up to his thighs, resting against them before she tapped one of them twice.

“Good girl.”

She kept her eyes on his face as he pushed back into her mouth, his hips rolling slowly but steadily. She made a soft sound and didn’t miss the shudder he failed to hide. Her lips curved upward slightly but she didn’t let herself do anything else yet.

His eyes narrowed at her. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked lowly.

She hummed again, closing her lips around him to suck on him as he slid out of her mouth. She gripped his pants when he pushed in a little faster, bumping into the back of her throat again. Swallowing reflexively, she kept her tongue flat against him and tried to pull in a breath before he could do it again. If this was what he wanted, he was going to make a mess of her fast.

He hummed in response, his thrusts not slowing as he fucked into her mouth. But he didn’t push further into her throat, he kept his thrusts relatively short and didn’t give her everything. He would but he was making her wait for it.

She squeezed him when his free hand pulled one of hers away from his leg, threading their fingers together. It was an oddly sweet gesture to go along with such a lewd act but she held on as he slowly rubbed circles on the back of her hand. He was still staring down at her, the hard edge to his gaze shifting further into arousal the longer he did this.

She wasn’t surprised when his hips moved faster, fucking himself further into her mouth and pushing into her throat. She swallowed around him when he lingered, enjoying the sharp sounds he made each time she did.

“Is that what you want? Is that why you wanted me to use you?” he asked, panting softly. “You wanted me to shove my cock down your throat?”

Calli whined as he did that, pushing nearly the whole of his length into her mouth. She tried not to gag as he didn’t move, the hand at the back of her head keeping her there as long as he wanted, before he pulled out of her completely. She sucked in a breath as quick as she could, coughing a little, and dropping her gaze for only a moment to see the threads of saliva between her mouth and his cock. Her eyes snapped back up when he squeezed her hand and it was the only warning she got before he was fucking himself back in.

She dug her fingers into his thigh and knew her short nails were marking the back of his hand. It was all she could do to hold on as whatever restraint he had was gone. Quick, messy thrusts without fully pulling out of her mouth before pressing into her throat to hold himself there and force her to swallow around him. Again and again. A pattern she quickly got used to and had heat pooling between her legs.

This wasn’t as hard as he could fuck her and, while she appreciated him sparing her throat that, her pussy ached at the thought of how hard he was going to use her later.

No more lewd teasing from him as he swore sharply under his breath, his own grip on her enough to bruise. He didn’t move her head, instead holding her still and steady as he took her. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

She knew her make up was running as tears tracked down her cheeks but she didn’t care. She’d known what she was walking into, known he was going to ruin her well before the night was over. But she didn’t want him to stop. She’d come twice already and she’d told him to use her. She wanted him to come.

The flush darkening his cheeks told her he was close. Would he be stubborn and try to hold out to prove that he could when she couldn’t? Or would he give in after being squeezed by both her cunt and her throat?

Her eyes closed for a moment at the flash of pleasure that filled her at that thought.

“Open,” Sylus growled.

More tears spilled over as she blinked her eyes open and looked up at him as best she could with how he was fucking into her mouth. He was almost never this rough with her and it was lighting her up inside. He was only like this when she agreed to it but this was beyond the usual. Was it because she had given herself as a present? Or because she’d told him to use her?

She heard the telltale hitch in his breathing, the tension rolling off of him, but she still made a noise when he pushed as deep as he could and stopped.

“Swallow it,” he ordered.

She didn’t really have a choice as he held himself in her throat but she felt his thighs tensing under her hand as she swallowed around him before he even started coming. His hand tightened in her hair and around hers, a low moan spilling out of him. His cock jerked against her and she swallowed as he came in her throat. She could feel more tears tracking down her cheeks as he didn’t pull out of her immediately, clearly enjoying himself as he kept coming and forcing her to keep swallowing.

She coughed roughly as he pulled out, slowly dragging his cock over her tongue. She flicked it against him as he slipped out of her mouth, trying to catch the last of his cum clinging to him and swallowing again. Sucking in a sharp breath, she winced at how raw her throat felt and tried to keep herself from collapsing against him. She curled her fingers into his pants and clung to him like a lifeline while her body shook. His hands were still tight on her and she stared up at him, watching as his chest heaved as well.

He recovered first, looking down at her as she sank back on her heels. He let go of her to cup her face with both hands, leaning down to her while he stroked her cheekbones. “Are you alright?” he asked, his eyes moving over her face.

She nodded, still panting. Turning into his palm, she nuzzled against him, just wanting to catch her breath for a moment. “Yes,” she whispered after a moment, wincing as even the one word hurt her throat.

Whining as his hands left her face, it stopped abruptly as his arms wound around her and he lifted her off the floor. Her shoes clattered to the floor and she barely had time to grab onto him before he was laying her on the bed. She stared up at him as he moved back from her, trying not to whine again. But he didn’t go far and started pulling off his clothes.

Calli gripped the blanket as he hauled his sweater over his head, pressing her thighs together as his body came into view. Maybe she could convince him later to let her touch him, to let her play a little. Maybe not tonight but they were here for a while so maybe another night. She licked her lips as he roughly shoved his pants down his legs, not missing the way he was still hard. His stamina was likely to be the death of her.

But her gaze lingered on his cock, not missing how slick it was with both her saliva and his cum. She wanted him again.

“Greedy,” Sylus breathed, stretching out beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her flat on her back. His touch moved to gently stroke her throat, running back and forth over where he’d just been. “Give yourself a rest.”

They weren’t here to rest though. His cock was pressing against her thigh, twitching slightly, and she knew he was far from done. “But you....”

His eyes narrowed at how raspy her voice was but she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or upset. “I’ll get what I want,” he assured her, leaning over to kiss her slowly. “So you just lay there and rest.”

That seemed like the complete opposite of what he wanted. But she didn’t say anything as he pressed kisses to the corner of her mouth and along her jaw. Soft encouraging noises left her as he kissed under her ear, his tongue laving at sensitive skin. She melted back into the blankets as he continued to gently kiss her, his hand moving along her chest to cup her breast again.

Sighing, she closed her eyes to just feel him as he made his way along her body. His lips followed the same path as his hands, working their way down to her breasts again. Squirming a little as he only gave her featherlight kisses, she did arch her back this time, offering herself. He pushed her back down, a quiet chuckle washing over her skin.

“I told you to rest,” he chided gently. “You’re not being very good at following directions today.”

Her mouth flattened and she exhaled shortly through her nose. Yes, she wanted to catch her breath but that didn’t mean he had to shift gears this hard. He knew she wasn’t going to break if he-A trembling moan left her as he took a nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it before letting it go with a wet noise.

“Let me enjoy my present how I want to,” Sylus told her.

She peeked her eyes open and found him looking up at her, mouth hovering over her breast. His hand was full of the other, slowly kneading at her. Closing her eyes again, she made herself relax into the bed. He was right. Just because she’d had expectations for what he would do didn’t mean he was going to do them. It was his present and she- “Sylus,” she moaned as he took her in his mouth again.

Her fingers twitched against the blankets at the long, slow sucks he gave her, swirling his tongue around her nipple with low hums of pleasure. She shivered as he nipped at her, not nearly as hard as before, but enough to make her heart race. His teeth scraped against the soft skin on the underside of her breast and he lingered long enough to work a mark into her.

Could he feel how hard her heart was pounding as he kissed his way over to the other breast to give it the same attention? He must have because her pulse was roaring in her ears while his hand smoothed over her belly again. She moaned as he latched onto her nipple, sucking and licking a little harder than before. But her attention was torn as his hand swept over her belly, stroking out to her hip to squeeze it before coming back in to press on her.

She bit her lip as his hand slid down further and shifted her thighs just apart. Her face heated when he chuckled against her breast, sucking a mark onto the top of it.

“You want another?” he teased, kissing the mark and over her breast. “You want me to make you come again?”

Maybe. Yes. But that was being greedy when she was the present. God, she really was bad at this. “If you want to,” she whispered.

His lips curved into a smile she could feel against her breast. “If I want to?” he echoed, his fingers stroking just below her navel. He hummed against her before taking her nipple back into his mouth and returned to slowly sucking on it. Long, lazy pulls again that reminded her he had all night to enjoy her how he wanted. His hand stayed right were it was, stroking back and forth.

Calli clutched at the blanket again, wishing that it was him under her hands. She wanted to feel the muscles in his back bunch as he teased her, to feel the tension in him and know that he was as on edge as she was. He was so much better at hiding it than she was, but his body always told her exactly what she wanted to know. But she kept them on the blankets because he hadn’t told her she could touch him yet. She wasn’t sure he was going to.

She shivered when he pulled away from her nipple and blew gently on it. He hummed softly before he shifted so he could kiss along her belly but it quickly shifted into bites hard enough to leave marks and more sucking. She was going to be absolutely covered by the time he was done with her which was likely what he wanted.

A startled moan left her when his hand slid down between her thighs to cup her again, his fingers rubbing slowly against her. It was all she could do to keep from closing her legs on him again.

“When do I not want to?” he purred against her skin.

He was still kissing and marking her belly, taking his time as he let his fingers slide back and forth against her slick folds. She knew he wanted her to relax but she was the furthest thing from it as he played with her. Her thighs fell open a little more, a silent plea for more.

Sylus kissed her hip and scraped his teeth against her. “You’re still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice low as he pushed one finger between her folds to slowly rub against her entrance. “You liked me using you like that?”

It wasn’t something she thought she could handle all the time, especially not with him being rougher than usual, but.... “Yes,” she whispered.

A soft, thoughtful sound from him as his finger teased around her entrance. He kissed along her thigh, feather soft this time. He made his way down to her knee and rubbed his cheek against her before he let it rest on her. She didn’t need to look to know he was watching his fingers moving through her sex. The weight of his gaze was pressing into her but she didn’t open her eyes.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making her flush further.

Her eyes screwed tightly shut as his fingers parted her, letting him see just how desperate she was to be filled again. God, she wanted him inside her again. Evol, fingers, cock, she didn’t care. She just wanted him in her.

Sylus kissed along the inside of her thigh, leaving marks this time. He spread her legs further as he settled between them and gripped both of her thighs to keep her open. “And all fucking mine,” he growled, his breath washing over her and making her cry out.

Wet kisses to her labia, sucking and pulling on her enough to make her squirm. His fingers dug into the plush of her thighs as he felt her push to try to close them, keeping her wide open for him as he continued to take his time with her. She whimpered as he kept her exactly where he wanted her, her strength no match for his any day of the week. If he wanted her legs open, they were going to stay open.

She squirmed as his hair tickled her thighs but froze when he turned his head to bite into her leg. “I can’t help it,” she whined.

His tongue flicked against her skin, slowly tracing a line back to her sex. He didn’t say anything and his hands slid down her legs until he could use his thumbs to part her again. “Keep them open,” he said against her, making her shudder, “or I will.”

She didn’t need him to finish that threat. If he did it, he’d use his Evol and she wouldn’t get out of it for the rest of the night. Forcing her fingers open, she felt them shake as she reached down to hook them under her knees. Stars burst behind her lids as he purred into her as she pulled them back a little and kept them spread. God, if she came again before he even really touched her, she’d be so embarrassed. It didn’t matter that she felt sensitive enough to do it, that was a little too easy.

Her inner muscles clenched as he pressed a kiss to her clit, flicking his tongue across it. “Fuck,” she whispered, shaking.

“Soon,” he promised her. “But I need you relaxed.”

She was anything but that! She felt like a live wire waiting to explode. Relaxing was the last thing on her mind. Her teeth sunk into her lip as he kissed down her folds, nudging his nose against her clit as his tongue circled her entrance. But it did nothing to stop the noises spilling out of her as he lapped at her arousal slowly, taking his time cleaning her. Even though he was going to make a bigger mess of her shortly.

Swallowing hard, she quivered as his tongue slipped inside of her, rubbing and licking at what he could reach. He didn’t linger before licking a stripe back up to her clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. He gently lapped at the little bud before he closed his mouth around her. But when he didn’t suck immediately on her, she rocked her hips slightly.

It earned her a swat and had her stilling.

“Relax, sweetie,” Sylus murmured, brushing his lips against her. “Let me have you.”

Her eyes rolled slightly before she blew out a breath. A consummate tease. That was what he was. He could, and would, have his wicked way with her but he wanted to tease her into oblivion first, have her a limp mess that only wanted him to take her. Have her so desperate and ready for his cock and cum that she’d let him fuck her however he wanted.

She just had to survive getting there.

Her nails bit into her skin as he slid his finger inside her, sucking absently at her clit as he did. There was nothing absent about the way he pushed it in as far as he could and slowly drug it along her walls as he pulled it out. She let out a short breath as he did it again, arching her back and wishing she could push against him. But that would mean letting go of her legs and she didn’t want him to stop.

She moaned as he slipped a second finger inside her, turning his hand so he could push down on her, opening her up as he fucked them into her. Wet sounds filled her ears as her heart pounded with every push. He was still sucking so slowly at her and it made her want to scream. Her legs strained against her hold, wanting to push against him and fuck herself onto his fingers. She wanted to let go of her legs and grab his hair to hold him tight to her. She wanted him to fuck her into the mattress until she was screaming his name.

God, she really was so bad at this.

His chuckle made a breathless shriek spill out of her, almost like he knew what she was thinking. He always knew what she wanted and, even with his face buried between her legs, this was no different. She whined at him as he pulled away from her clit with a parting lick. “Sweetie,” he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to her thigh and chuckling again as it trembled. “You’re usually better than this.”

Was she? She felt like he got his hands on her and she turned into a needy wreck. Was everyone like this with their partner? Did everyone feel this kind of greed when it came to their lover? She had nothing to compare it to and didn’t want to. “Sorry,” she mumbled thickly, trying not to pant as he kept thrusting his fingers into her.

“You aren’t.” Another kiss, this one with a little teeth, before he lowered his head back to her clit and fastened his mouth over her.

She did scream as he hummed against her, his fingers curling to stroke her g-spot. She writhed against him, unable to stay completely still and her hold on her legs wavered. Before they could land on his shoulders, she felt his Evol curl around them and pull them back. Her hands scrambled to stay on them, gripping her knees, before she shuddered as more of his Evol curled around her breasts. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head.

He somehow shifted closer, fitting himself tight to her. His next suck was anything but slow or lazy and had her toes curling in the air. She yelled his name as he didn’t pull away and continued the deeper sucking, pushing his fingers into her in time with his sucks. He was doing it hard enough she felt her body moving but his Evol was keeping her in place, whispering over her skin in gentle caresses.

Whimpering, Calli tried to breathe. This was almost too much. She’d wanted more and he was giving it but she was still only human.

His purr against her as her walls fluttered around him made her twist in a desperate attempt to get away from him. His Evol tightened on her immediately, his hand curling around her body to press flat against her belly and pinning her in place. She cried out as his Evol curled around her nipples, plucking at them in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Her head spun as he pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm, broken noises tumbling out of her she couldn’t control anymore. She gasped for air and swore she saw spots across her vision.

Screaming his name, Calli barely heard the pleased groan that left him as she came around his fingers. She completely lost the grip on her legs, her hands moving into his hair to hold on and his Evol keeping them up for her. He wouldn’t be budged as he continued to suck at her, his fingers still rubbing against her walls while they clutched at him. Her back arched off the bed, his Evol loosening enough to allow her that, but it kept her in place as she shuddered.

“Please,” she whimpered, tugging weakly at his hair as his fingers slipped from her and his mouth slid down to push his tongue inside her. His nose rubbed against her swollen clit and she jerked harshly. “Sylus, please!”

He didn’t move, greedily lapping at her arousal. He growled deep in his throat when she pulled at his hair again before his Evol slid between her fingers to pull her away from him. She moaned as he caged them together before pinning them above her head but it broke into a sob quickly.

He had her well and truly trapped. Exactly as he had warned he would. All she could do was quiver on the bed as he pushed her past pleasure and into over stimulation. Tears pricked at her eyes, spilling over as everything in her screamed for him to stop.

Panting heavily, Calli stared at the ceiling without seeing it as he finally moved away from her. She mumbled something incoherent as he kissed up her body and she could feel how wet his face was. How wet she’d made his face. She melted further into the bed when his mouth covered hers. She could taste herself on him again and her fingers curled into tight fists. Or maybe it was because of how deeply he was kissing her. Or that she could feel the thick length of him pressing to her sex.

Sylus pulled back just enough to rub his nose against hers and murmured, “I’m not done with you.”

Her head pressed back into the bed as he moved between her legs, rubbing himself along her. “Sylus,” she moaned.

He trailed his nose along her cheek, slowly making his way toward her neck. He kissed the corner of her jaw and buried his face in her neck for a moment, inhaling deeply. “I’ll never be done with you.”

The words made her clench around nothing. The possessive edge to his voice made pleasure coil in her belly again. “I’m yours,” she mewled. “Always.”

He pressed closer to her, his body covering her completely and pushing her into the mattress. Like he wanted absolutely nothing between them. She wanted to touch him back, to sweep her hands down his back, to close her legs around his hips, but his Evol still had a hold of her and it hadn’t budged an inch.

Her breath caught when he closed his teeth around her neck even as his tip prodded at her entrance. She held it entirely as the harder he bit down the further he pushed into her. Even though she’d already had him inside her once, she still moaned brokenly as her body stretched to take him again. She panted desperately as he slowly filled her and couldn’t stop her heavy sigh when she felt his hips flush to her thighs. “Sylus,” she breathed, turning her head slightly to rub her cheek against his hair. It was about all she could do with his Evol still coiled around her limbs

His teeth dug in further, hard enough to hurt and she flinched slightly. He growled against her, pressing his chest firmly to hers. As he let her go, he passed his tongue over her and sighed deeply. “Calliope,” he murmured before hissing softly as she clenched around him.

It was entirely unfair how he used her name against her. He always waited until he was buried as deep as he could get to say it, letting it roll off his tongue with so much emotion that it threatened to pull her under. It always made her think of this moment every time he said it and she knew that was why he did it. She rubbed her cheek against him again, mewling softly as he gave a short thrust.

His mouth moved to her ear and he purred, “Calliope.”

She strained against his Evol to no avail as he kept his thrusts short and shallow, rocking his hips against hers. He was still at her ear, pressing kisses to her and breathing heavily. She kept her cheek pressed to his hair, savouring the only contact she could get. She moaned as he ground down against her on the next thrust, putting pressure on her clit.

She mewled in protest when he pulled out of her, holding himself just against her. His breath was hot against her skin as he slipped the head in, stretching her, and pulling back. She pressed her head back into the bed as he teased her again and clenched around him as soon as he was inside her.

Sylus inhaled deeply before he breathed, “That’s enough.”

Her eyes widened as she watched him push away from her, sitting back on his heels. She wanted to cover herself as he let his gaze wander over her, the look on his face getting more possessive the longer he did. She didn’t know how many marks he had left on her but she could only imagine if he was making that expression.

He licked his lips slowly and moved his hands to stroke her suspended legs. She stared at him as his fingers trailed along her calves before he hooked her knees over his arms and leaned back into her. Her lips pressed together as he planted his hands on either side of her, her ass lifted off the bed as he nearly folded her in half.

The smile that curved his mouth was her warning before he was thrusting into her, driving himself fully into her. There was no time to make any sound as his hips snapped back and did it again, driving the breath out of her as he set a fast and hard pace.

Her nails bit into her palms as she squeezed her hands shut. His hips were smacking into her ass now, sharp slaps that rang in her ears, followed by the wet sounds each thrust caused. She could feel her arousal dripping out of her, forced out every time he drove back in.

Scarlet eyes were watching her possessively as she writhed under him, completely caught with nowhere to go. “This is what you wanted,” he purred, his voice thick. “When you said you would be my present. This was what you wanted.”

She shook her head a little bit. She hadn’t fully known what to expect. Sex, of course. A full claiming from head to toe?

“This is what being mine is,” he continued, not slowing at all. “This is what you want.”

Her toes were curling again, her body already ready to shove itself off the edge for him. It didn’t matter how many orgasms she had had. If he wanted her to have another, it would give it to him. She pushed against his arms, wanting to meet him somehow, but all he did was lean into her more, spreading her further.

“You’re mine to fuck, Calliope,” Sylus said lowly, panting softly around the words. “You’re mine to take.”

She nodded weakly, trying not to sob at the pleasure building in her. She wanted to keep him inside, wanted him to linger so she could squeeze around him, but he kept thrusting, pushing as deep as he could. Claiming all of her and taking what he wanted.

The sob left her when he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking on her. She jerked on her hands, wanting them to be free so she could touch him. “Please!” she cried. “Let me-! Please!”

He growled against her but didn’t stop and didn’t let her go.

Calli screamed, her voice giving out as she felt his Evol brush against her clit suddenly. “Fuck, Sylus!”

Low purrs against her breast as she squeezed him, clutching at his cock. “You’re dripping, Calliope,” he breathed, lips moving against her breast. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”

No, no, no. If he started talking to her, she wasn’t going to last.

“You’re taking me so well,” he continued, pushing himself further up her body even as his hips slammed into hers. He kissed his way to her ear, tugging on the lobe.

“Please!” she wailed, gasping as he brought her legs to her chest.

More kisses as his thrusts didn’t slow. The sound of him fucking into her filled her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut. It didn’t help as it was all she could hear but his panting against her neck was nearly drowning it out. “You’re going to be good for me,” he murmured, “and come.”

Her eyes flew open on a gasp, squeezing him immediately at the sudden command. Her breath stuttered in her chest as his Evol rubbed over her clit, circling and flicking it while he drove into her. Did he just...?

“Give it to me,” Sylus breathed. “Let me feel you come around me.”

A broken wail as her body obeyed him, doing exactly what he wanted. Her nails dug further into her hands and she pulled at her restraints to no avail. This climax was anything but gentle as he fucked it out of her, pleasure ripping through her with each thrust.

He hummed in her ear, purring, “Yes, Calliope. Just like that.”

She moaned, trapped under him as her orgasm overtook her. She strained against his hold, her muscles screaming as she pushed as much as she could. Tension coiled through her as he ground into her, rubbing against her clit and making her legs jerk against his arms. Tears tracked down her face again as the pleasure continued to swell, seemingly without end.

But it wasn’t enough to make her miss the fact that he hadn’t come.

He seemed to soak up every bit of it, his thrusts slowing as he pushed himself up to watch her. She was trembling harshly, soft, pathetic noises spilling out of her. Even without his own climax, the satisfaction rolling off of him pressed into her.

Calli mumbled something nonsensical as he fully leaned back from her, letting her legs lower to rest against his hips as he sat back on his heels. He was looking at her again, but she closed her eyes and turned her face away. It was all she could do.

The muscles in her belly jumped when his hands stroked over her, trailing down to where he was still buried inside her. A deep inhale before he was easing out of her.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt the wet rush between her thighs of her own arousal and she lifted her head to stare at him. He was slowly stroking his slick cock, gaze firmly locked on where he’d just been. “Sylus?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her before he lifted one of her legs and pressed a kiss to her ankle. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” he purred, shifting her leg to the other side of him. “Don’t worry.”

Heart leaping into her throat, she continued to stare as he pressed her legs together before the Evol around her wrists disappeared. Before she could even think to do anything, he was rolling her onto her belly and caging her in again. She dug her fingers into the pillow and resisted the urge to push herself up. Turning her head to the side, she didn’t even try to keep her breathing even as he knelt on either side of her thighs.

“Open them for me,” Sylus said lowly, his cock sliding against her ass.

Biting the blanket, she wriggled on the bed to get her thighs as far apart as she could with him there. Shivers broke out across her as one hand trailed down her back, gently tracing the small bumps of her spine before both hands gripped her ass. She bit down harder on the blanket as his cock slipped back inside her, moaning at the change in angle but her heart trembled in her chest.

This wasn’t a favoured position of his, he much preferred being able to watch her face. But it was one of hers. She’d made the mistake of telling him how much she’d enjoyed it after they’d tried it the first time, how deep he’d gotten inside of her. She hadn’t missed how often he had fucked her like this, purring about how well she took him, how good she felt, how loud he wanted her to be. “Sylus,” she breathed.

He didn’t respond. Not with words at least. A scream spilled out of her on the first thrust and she bit down on the blanket again. She tensed when his hand came down heavily on her ass. “Do not quiet yourself,” he told her, squeezing. “I want to hear you.”

She whimpered against the blanket before letting it go. Panting softly, she waited for him to move again, anticipation humming through her. Another whimper but pleased this time as his hips rolled, giving her a short thrust. Her hands tugged at the blankets as he set a steady rhythm of short, deep thrusts.

His hands moved to her hips, keeping her pressed to the mattress and arching her back enough to shift him inside her. He made a low noise at the keen that left her when he withdrew further and slid back in, stroking over her g-spot. She thought she heard a chuckle as she clawed at the blankets, one leg lifting to connect with him. “Behave,” he teased, squeezing her.

She was going to be lucky to be alive if he kept up like this! “Sylus!”

A tendril of Evol wrapped around her ankle and tugged her leg back down but he didn’t hold her this time. “I know how much you love this,” he said, nearly pulling out before driving back in. “I know how hard you come when I take you like this.”

Pressing her cheek against the blanket, she panted as he fucked into her. The sharp smack of his hips meeting her ass had her flushing but not nearly as much as the wet sounds of him moving inside her. She was too far gone to be embarrassed by it, instead revelling in how aroused he had made her so he could fuck her like this.

“Dripping on my cock and the bed,” Sylus purred. “You’re going to soak right through it.”

If she hadn’t already.

She cracked an eye open when he moved her hair away from her face, tilting her head to try to see him. Calli stared at him as he worked himself inside her, watching beads of sweat roll down his body. His hair was hanging over his face but that didn’t hide the burning gaze that was locked on her. His expression tightened as she clenched around him, nearly coming at how aroused he looked.

Maybe he could hide it better than she could, but not when he was inside her. Those walls came down and she got to see all of the arousal, the tension, the love that was pouring out of him.

His eyes narrowed at her before he leaned over her, letting go of her hips to shove his hands into the blankets on either side of her. “You like what you see, Calliope?”

A quick bob of her head because she didn’t want to try to speak.

His thrusts were quicker now and she was bouncing against the bed from the force of them. But all it did was push her back onto him.

She kneaded at the blankets, panting heavily now as pleasure coiled through her. It wasn’t a slow build. They were well past that. Every stroke of his cock inside her only tightened that coil further, building the fire in her belly that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her eye closed when his body covered hers, his chest pressing tightly to her back. His nose rubbed against her cheek before he nuzzled into her hair. “You are so good for me,” he whispered.

She made a low noise in the back of her throat. It changed into a pleased hum when his hands slid over hers and she quickly opened them as he slotted his fingers through hers. But the gentle touches were completely at odds with the harsh thrusts and the constant smack of his hips into hers.

“Hold on.”

Desperately clutching at his hands, she clung to him. He was pressing against her, pushing her deeper into the bed even as he kept thrusting into her. Even though he had finally given her something to hold onto, he was keeping her from touching him in anyway except the one he allowed.

“Do you have any idea,” Sylus panted against her ear, “how fucking good you feel?”

Only because he told her.

“Do you know how badly I want to fill you up? To have my cum dripping out of you as often as I can?”

Calli shuddered and lifted her head to press back against his shoulder. “Please,” she moaned. God, she wanted that. It was filthy and perfect. She wanted to start and end every day with it.

“You take it so well. You take me so well.”

She squeezed around him. His voice was getting huskier, breaking on words as he drove into her.

“Made just for me,” he breathed, pressing harder against her. “Only me.”

“Yes!” she cried, shuddering. How was he still fucking her so hard?! His thrusts were long and deep and getting faster, but they weren’t as controlled anymore. He had to be getting close to his limit.

His mouth moved over her neck, kissing and nipping, but he was still panting into her skin. “So fucking good,” he breathed.

Arching as much as she could against him, she begged, “Please!”

He shuddered against her. “You want it?”

“Yes!”

“Come for me first,” he growled.

Fuck! She squeezed her eyes shut hard enough to see stars. Or was that because of him? She didn’t care. Her toes dug into the blankets and she clenched around him, her body responding to him immediately.

“Give it to me,” he breathed against her ear.

Calli’s breath hitched before she screamed again as she came. She pushed against him, clinging to his hands, and shuddered as pleasure washed through her. His short curse barely registered as his thrusts faltered as she came around him again, her body doing everything it could to force him to join her. She wanted to feel it, to feel the press of his hips against her as he kept himself as deep as he could, pushing his cum as deep as it could get.

“Good girl,” Sylus said, his voice breaking. “Good fucking girl.”

She mewled softly as his thrusts grew shorter, the smack of his hips on her skin getting louder. He squeezed her hands back as he snapped forward and a deep groan spilled out of him. Calli purred as he jerked inside her, hot cum filling her. She rolled against him as much as she could, gently moving him in her and milking him for everything that he had. She wanted all of it. Everything that he had was all for her.

He swore again and nipped at her ear. “Minx,” he murmured.

“’s mine,” she whispered.

No denial from him about that. More kisses on her neck and a slow, deep breath.

A wordless protest left her when he let her hands go and pushed himself away. She tried to push herself up but her arms gave out and she flopped back onto her belly. Pouting into the blanket when he pulled out of her, she quickly hid her face in it when she felt him part her with his thumbs. She didn’t need to see to know he was watching his seed drip out of her.

And she wasn’t surprised when he used two fingers to push it back in.

“If it’s yours, you’d better keep it.”

She tried to squeeze around his fingers but she didn’t have the strength to do that either. A small shudder was all she could manage when his thumb brushed over her clit. “No,” she said softly, entirely spent.

“I know, Calliope.”

She mumbled something as a warm hand curled around her hip to roll her gently onto her back. Her entire body was limp as she settled on the bed and blinked up at him as Sylus leaned over her. He brushed her hair out of her face, carefully stroking her cheek.

“Alright?” he asked huskily, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Calli inhaled slowly and nodded. Sore? Absolutely. But absolutely alright. She didn’t think she’d be able to walk for a week with how hard he had just fucked her. Which was also fine. He could carry her everywhere anyways. Snorting softly at the thought, she turned her face into his touch and sighed deeply.

“You did so good for me, Calliope,” he murmured, stroking down her face and being careful of the marks he had left on her neck and shoulders.

She didn’t even have the energy to preen at the praise but he was lying. She hadn’t been as good as she could have been. “Be better next time,” she mumbled.

He’d been admiring the necklace, or maybe her marked breasts, but his gaze came back to her face, a little frown on his.

“But...later?”

The frown melted into a soft laugh and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Later,” he agreed. “Maybe when we’re home.”

Oh. Well. She didn’t think she needed that long to recover. She pouted when he pressed a finger across her lips.

“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow. You took more than you usually do.” His hand moved down to rub against her throat. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she sighed, willing her body to move. It was a struggle and she think he helped more than anything but she managed to roll onto her side to snuggle into him. “I can take you.”

His exhale stirred her hair and his arms wound around her. “I know you can,” he murmured.

God, she was exhausted though. She wanted to pass out in his arms, warm and safe and loved. But her nose wrinkled as she shifted and felt how sticky the insides of her thighs were.

Before she could say anything, the bed was moving and she was moving with it. Her head spun as Sylus scooped her up easily to carry her toward the bathroom.

She frowned up at him. “Could you at least pretend like you just rocked my world?” she grumbled.

He laughed, the lights switching on as he walked into the room. “Sweetie, you make my knees weak just by existing,” he said, lifting her to plant another kiss on her forehead. “I’ve learned to get used to it.”

That was cheesy but she still found herself flushing. She flinched as he set her on the counter and immediately tried to get back into his arms.

His hands came back to her hips, already starting to lift her. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s fucking cold!”

Sylus paused before chuckling. He easily lifted her back up before tugging a towel off a nearby rack. He spread it out on the marble before setting her on it. “There,” he murmured, laughter in his voice. “A heated seat.”

The towel was warm under her but she gave him a look. “You’re my heated seat.”

He snorted before shaking his head. “Sit still,” he told her before reaching for one leg.

She watched as he peeled one of her stockings down her leg, his fingers ghosting over her skin light enough to make her shiver. She was in no way ready to have more sex but his touch was addicting. Wriggling her toes to try to distract herself as he gave the other leg the same treatment, she twisted slightly to look in the mirror before gaping at what she saw. “Holy fuck,” she muttered.

“I told you I’d make a mess out of you.”

Her eyes slid back to him. He sounded far too proud of himself for that. She didn’t have the energy to fight with him about it but she mumbled, “I look like something out of a horror movie.”

“You look like a woman who just got fucked. Good and hard.”

If he kept talking like that, she was going to do something dumb. Like ask him to fuck her good and hard again. She protested softly when he stood up to grip her chin and make her look at him. He held her there as his eyes moved over her. The mascara and liner tracks down her cheeks. The smudged lipstick. The wild mess of curls framing her face. She made a soft, purring noise when he leaned in to kiss her slowly.

“I’d keep you like this if I could,” Sylus said against her mouth, making her flush harder.

Fucking hell. She swayed as he pulled away from him, gripping the edge of the counter to keep herself up. She watched him as he moved to wet a wash cloth before protesting as he didn’t hand it to her, but instead started gently washing her face. “Sylus, I can-”

“Let me,” he cut in. “It’s easier to see you like this.”

Did he not believe her when she said she was alright? Yes, he was rougher than he usually was but it wasn’t like he’d gone beyond what she could handle. She hissed softly as he rubbed the cloth over her mouth and his thumb gently rubbed her lower lip.

“You nearly bit clean through it,” he chided.

“I was being fucked good and hard,” she said dryly, “and wasn’t allowed to touch the man who was doing the fucking.”

“I told you what you needed to do to keep your hands.”

Hands he was now uncurling to see the crescent shaped marks she had dug into her palms.

He shook his head slightly before tossing the stained cloth towards a hamper in the corner of the room. “We’ll deal with everything later,” he told her. “You need to soak.”

Later meant he was going to mentally catalogue everything he had done to her and everything she had done to herself. Anything that had broken skin would be treated with care and love before he tucked her into bed.

Calli lazily watched as he went to the tub to turn it on and steam start to billow out of it. She was already well acquainted with how hot he liked his showers and baths, something he adjusted when she joined him, but right now the thought of all that hot water on sore muscles sounded absolutely amazing.

Wobbling on the counter, she let herself slump back against the mirror and yelped at how cold it was. He turned quickly from the tub, his Evol wrapping around her when she teetered on the edge. “It’s still cold,” she complained when he stared.

His shoulders slumped on a sighing chuckle. “I’ll warm you up in a moment,” he promised. “Be patient, kitten.”

She huffed a little and reached up to search for the clasp on the necklace. Her fingers fumbled with it but eventually she got it. It slid down her chest to pool in her lap as she didn’t catch it fast enough. Staring down at the glittering jewellery, she didn’t miss the bruises and bites he’d worked into the skin of her thighs. “I’m gonna look like this damn thing,” she muttered.

“A priceless beauty.”

Calli rolled her eyes at the flattery and carefully set it aside. “Wouldn’t go that far.” Fucking hell, those were actually red teeth marks around her nipple. How hard had he actually bitten her?

“I would.”

Yes...he would. She looked over at him as he walked back to her and tried not to squirm. The answer was fairly obvious but she still wanted to ask him, the question catching in her throat. Fear of it being something different kept her quiet.

Sylus didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he reached up to twist her hair up on top of her head and clip it into place. Eyes and fingers wandered lower, tracing over her neck and lingering on the marks he’d left. He smiled faintly when she shivered as he stroked down to her breasts before hissing softly as he touched the bite around her nipple. “You could have stopped me.”

Squirming on the counter top, she shook her head. “It wasn’t that bad,” she admitted. “I would have said it if it was.”

He hummed, his fingers still wandering lower and tracing over the bumps of her ribs. “I don’t think five is your limit.”

She quickly caught his hands before they got too low on her belly. “It’s my limit for right now,” Calli said as firmly as she could manage.

He turned that smile on her and she read the message under it. Some day soon, he was going to push her past that limit and see just how many she could give him. But he would respect her decision for right now.

Keeping her hold on him, she looked over his face. He looked pleased, satisfied...loved. Reaching up, she stroked his face and prayed he didn’t feel how her fingers were still trembling. “Did you...like your gift?” she whispered.

His expression softened and he turned his head to kiss her fingertips. “Yes,” he murmured, “I did but I’m not done with you yet.”

Her gut clenched at the reminder of his insane stamina and she jerked back from him.

Deep laughter bounced around the room and he scooped her off the counter before she could truly get anywhere. He lifted her in his arms to press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “We’re getting to the best part,” he breathed.

“Best part?” Calli squeaked, her thoughts spinning back to everything they’d already done. What more could he want?!

Love and adoration filled his expression. “I get to take care of you,” Sylus purred.

Her heart thumped in her chest even as she felt tears prick her eyes again. This man was absolutely going to be the death of her. “I love you,” she whispered.

A warm smile and a gentle murmur. “I love you too, Calliope.”

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