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mischiefmaker615 · 11 months ago

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Loki request: Loki telling reader, "I want to see you wearing nothing but moonlight."

Moonlight

Rating: R

Note: Honestly this reminded me of one of my favorite Phantom of the Opera Songs ♥

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you carefully walked through the gardens of the palace, doing your best to not trip and kill yourself while your dress flowed behind you. Honestly, why did he want to play these games now? You had the whole day free and yet he chose nightfall to send a servant to tell you that Prince Loki has requested your presence in the garden. Okay.. he could at least tell you where in the garden considering this place was practically built like a maze and even had raised tree roots where one could easily trip if you weren’t careful.

‘’Loki?’’ you called, your voice hissed but tried to be quiet since it was after hours where one shouldn’t be out here- not alone at least. The silent reply had you a bit more irritated as you shook your head and picked up your dress a little more to make the walk easier.

This wasn’t anything new from our childhood friend and.. new lover. It seems that ever since you both decided to finally be together, his teasing became a bit more frequent. Why? He probably just enjoyed seeing your sharp reactions and how you would handle the situation but honestly- this was borderline childish; and yet you couldn’t help but smile as your eyes searched.

You passed yet another turn in the hedges before you opened your mouth to call his name once more, only to be silenced by a palm and an arm snaking around your waist to pull you back- your back to a solid chest. Your body tensed to fight but relaxed when you recognized his chuckle and scent, giving his arm a whack before he released you to let you spin around.

‘’are you crazy?? At this hour I hope this is imp-‘’

‘’shh darling,’’ he chuckled with a finger to your lips and you gave him a look at being silenced. ‘’I indeed have a proposition- no, a mild demand I wish from you’’ he explained, his voice low as if someone could hear him although you were a good distance away from the palace- enough where you might has well have taken a horse.

Giving a glance around as if you wanted to figure why the gardens had something to do with this request and not in your own quarters where you could have conversed, your eyes changed to mild concern as you kept your voice just as low as is ‘’of course.. what is it?’’

Mischief danced in his eyes and you should have known as you sighed, his hand gently taking yours and pulling you more into the gardens from possible prying eyes before his hands rested on your hips. A gentle smile stayed on his lips and contentment on his features as he relished your presence with him and his grip on your frame told you he wouldn’t let you step away.

The lack of response could have been annoying if he hadn’t pressed his lips to the crook of your neck and collarbone, earning a gasp to leave your lips as your hands moved to his forearms as if to push him away. ‘’Loki- what is your request?’’ you asked, your voice cracked as shyness crept over your features as you glanced behind you, only to feel him smile against your skin.

‘’I want to see you wearing nothing but moonlight." He murmured against your skin as he kissed up your neck and you look back to try to look at his face to see if he was serious but his close proximity made it difficult.

‘’L-Loki- you know you have your chambers or mine.. w-we can’t do that here, we could get caught!”’ you stammered and felt him chuckle as his hands began to glide slowly up your sides.

‘’and yet that never stopped you when you allowed me to take you in the library, the dining hall, the-‘’

‘’this is outside’’ you hiss and grip his shoulders as he walked forward, a leg between yours as you take steps back until your back found the tree he was guiding you towards and trapped you there.

‘’I see no difference darling, we could have been caught any given time. take away walls, there’s still no difference. If anything, this would be easier because everyone should be asleep’’ he smirked and his finger tips ghosted against your back, lightly brushing against you skin as he slowly loosened your dress strings.

‘’and what of the time your poor servant walked in on us when you tried taking me in the stables?’’ you shuddered at the embarrassment and heard him laugh at the very memory.

‘’dear Aura will be fine, everyone knows you belong to me so they should see it as not a surprise that I wish to pleasure you any chance I may receive’’ he warned and began sucking at your neck, your eyes closing in slight defeat and wouldn’t doubt there would be marks tomorrow.

‘’your so shameless..’’ you sighed, biting your lip as he gently grinded his knee between your legs, suddenly feeling the sudden urge to close them as you felt your pleasure begin to build.

‘’and you are so mine’’ he purred and loosened your strings so that the dress could slowly slip down off of you, making you move your arms to try to catch the material to keep you covered but he caught your wrists instead.

The dress fell down to your ankles as he raised and pinned your wrists above your head, the other hand resting at your hip as he leaned back slightly to take in the view of you in just your panties now.

‘’gods darling.. I don’t know how I ever let you sleep at night..’’ he breathed and smirked as you shivered, redness at your cheeks as his eyes traveled and how the slight cold met your skin.

‘’most nights you don’t’’ you corrected, making him chuckle and moved his hand up your side to cup your breast, making you blush.

‘’and each time it’s glorious, how you tremble underneath me as I rut you like a stallion in heat, the noises you make each time I kiss you, how hard you flutter and clench when you cum..’’ his voice got more husky as he spoke, dipping his head down to lick and kiss at your breast while his hand kneaded and massaged the other one.

Your eyes slowly closed, head falling back to rest against the tree as your hands gripped his shoulders. he always loved to tease you, to bring out the redness in your cheeks and make you lose your words. You wondered if people were adding the wrong definition to his silver tongue title as he made you shiver in pleasure and forget where you were.

His tongue flicked and his mouth sucked at your breast, moaning that sent a vibration against you before he removed his mouth to attack the other one and his hand took over where he would pinch and knead.

‘’L-Loki..’’ you moaned, your voice almost a whimper as his knee teased your center and you could hear him chuckle. He always knew what you wanted.. what you needed and he took a step back with him hands grasping yours.

Love was in his eyes as he drank you in, looking at you as if he was gazing at you for the first time as he guided you a bit more into a better yet hidden clearing. Of course, you knew you were safe with him. even if someone’s presence was coming close, he had his magic to conceal you both.. servant Aura just took you both by surprise that day as you both were distracted in the moment.

‘’lie down love, I wish to worship you..’’ he whispered and laid his cape down in the grass before you lowered yourself onto your back where he didn’t hesitate to loom on top of you. ‘’you’re so beautiful Y/N.. so beautiful..’’ he breathed, moonlight highlighting your curves and features as if everything was perfectly placed like a display.

Your cheeks reddened at his words, a smile slowly forming on your lips as you looked up at him with the same shared love as he held for you. ‘’only yours Loki..’’ you whisper the promise and he inhales, his eyes closed as he relishes in the words you gave him.

Dipping his head down, he pressed his lips gently to yours, moaning against your lips as he lowers his body against yours, making you shiver by the cold armor, making him chuckle as he pulls up a bit. ‘’my apologies darling, better?’’ he asks as his eyes flash briefly a hint of green before he is just as naked as you.

‘’indeed’’ you giggle and your hand reaches up to tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his head down and back to your lips again.

Loki happily abides by it and deepens the kiss with his body resting against your own, skin on skin and fitted perfectly against each other. Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss, his tongue gliding into your mouth and massaging your tongue, pulling another moan out of you as you feel him growing harder.. if that was even possible.

His lips eventually left yours as you caught your breath, dragging them down your body as he left open mouth kisses and his hands gliding at every inch of your skin before his lips began to caress your inner thighs.

You bit your lip, a shyness creeping over your body as you suddenly began to feel exposed and went to close your legs but he was quick to stop you. If you had, you might as well would have crushed his head as his hands stayed curled around your thighs to keep them apart where he left hickeys along your inner thighs before glancing up into your eyes with a smirk.

‘’the things you do to me..’’ he breathed, staring up at you in almost absolute awe as moonlight lit up your eyes and body, almost bathing in it as his finger tips curled into your skin ever so slightly in possessiveness.

Just as your body arched by the action, Loki then took the opportunity to dip his head down and attach his lips to your clit, moaning at your taste as he sucked and flicked his tongue over your swollen bud. The sudden action made your body jerk slightly with a gasp but he had a good hold on you that kept you open for him.

You were going nowhere.

Your eyes rose up to the sky, the stars seeming closer tonight as your fingers curled into the grass as his mouth worked his magic. His tongue ran stripes up and down your cunt, paying special close attention to your clit as he flicked and sucked, lapped and moaned- sending vibrations strain through you as you shuddered.

Our pleasure was building and your breathing switched to pants, your back aching as he brought you closer and closer to that sweet edge he knew you were desperate for. That sly devil liked to take his time though, keeping you where he wanted you as your body yearned for your orgasm.

A gasp left your lips as he slowly slid a finger into you, all the way to the knuckle before he kept a steady rhythm of pumping into you while his mouth sucked and flicked at your clit. He knew he was good at this, and each reaction you gave you felt him smirk against your cunt and you knew what he wanted.

‘’P-Please.. please Loki..’’ you begged, your voice barely being able to make out the words as you took short breaths, feeling your orgasm right there as your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched.

‘’anything you ask my darling..’’ he purred, giving your cunt an open mouth kiss before he reattached himself again, this time with faster friction with his tongue and his long digit pumped with a curl- giving you just what you needed.

Your orgasm hit hard as you cried out his name and your hands flew to his hair, gripping it as you felt him moan and pumped every faster, making you squirm as your body shook. It washed over you and you could almost see the stars fall to your eyes as your mouth gasped for air, Loki taking his time slowing down to help you ride it out but also to lengthen your pleasure before he slowly rose his head with a smile.

Your essence was still on his chin, making you blush with almost drunk eyes and he chuckled, wiping his mouth clean and a tongue swiping his hand to waste nothing before he crawled up your body to look down at you again, his body resting gently against yours as you both caught your breaths.

‘’my delicate rose, so sharp but can also bloom perfectly by the right caretaker’’ he grinned and you couldn’t help but laugh as you rested your arms against his shoulders.

‘’you need to work on your pick up lines, silver tongue’’

‘’would you consider that a pick-up line if I already have you?’’ he smirked, beginning to run the tip of his nose along your collarbone and his finger tips ghosting between your breasts.

You couldn’t help but smile and closed your eyes as you felt his tip press at your entrance.

‘’you will always have me..’’

#loki x reader smut #loki god of mischief #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki x reader #lokifluff #loki smut #loki fluff #loki

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the-liars-art · 9 months ago

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Between Claws

CW nsfw, consensual torture, asphyxiation, drug use, non-negotiated everything

Written on a whim, it’s a mess. The idea came from a discord discussion and I’ve come up with many thoughts afterwards.

Using his primarch admin access, Konrad locks Sevatar inside his own armor.

Sevatar’s power armor has stopped responding to any of his commands. He’s grounded and isolated in his own armor, surrounded by the darkness of his sleeping quarters and the echoing beat of his own hearts.

He could have failed the primarch in some way to earn the sanction, but he has no idea what exactly did he do. Sometimes father just feels like it. The Night Haunter rarely explains himself, especially for such a trivial matter as Sevatar’s chastisement.

Unable to remove any armor, his red gauntlets are within view whenever he moves and looks around. They are a striking reminder of what happened that gave his primarch enough reason to disregard him altogether, if not ending him then and there. After all, he deserves all there is to know about punishment.

He never truly took in the power primarchs had over their Astartes until these nights, locked out of everything except his own mind. He can’t even unseal his helm in the relative safety and absolute privacy of his sleeping quarters on the Nightfall. His door remains unlocked, but he’s forbidden from touching it. No one would be there to fetch him either. His brothers have been told that First Captain Sevatar is reflecting on his wrongs. He hasn’t had any skin-to-skin contact for weeks, including with himself. He’s cut off from the legion’s vox network, blind to the fleet status, unreachable except when his master opens their private link.

Physically he’s had much worse, but this is new. He can’t tell if the Night Haunter is playful or simply angry.

He will wake up to a needle in the back of his neck when Konrad deems he’s slept long enough. He lacks energy intake. His interface ports are sore. His bones hurt from the withdrawal of ceramite powder and other chemicals in standard rations of solid food. Can’t even talk to the walls because his speakers are turned off. The armor keeps track of everything his body does with and without his permission.

There’s an itch inside his guts once he thought about how his vitals and the hormone levels in his blood are on display for the primarch.

The awareness of it makes him tense and his secondary heart slowly comes to life, but it’s not an unwanted feeling at all. The primarch watches over everything, his brilliantly dark mind counting Sevatar’s heartbeats as he works on the tedious business of everyone else with little interest. He reads Sevatar’s body like it were a book, or his worn-out cartomancy deck, flipping through it with a practiced, majestic hand. The thought made the tiny graphs in the corner of Sevatar’s retina display pulse and dance in little spiky waves.

He’s denied an explanation but asks for none. The knowledge of how much longer the punishment lasts never mattered. He supposes his father is having fun tweaking the armor system at the other end of the ship.

The Night Haunter has tried everything Sevatar can imagine, and invented so much more he��s able to do to him through the control terminals and dataslates in his habitual seclusion.

Sevatar usually considers asphyxiation a dull experience, but when his primarch inflicts it upon him it’s the closest thing to an orgasm that he’s allowed to feel during his chastisement. With the air circulation system shut down and protective protocols against intrusive xeno atmosphere activated, his air flow is cut off completely.

The first few minutes passes easily. He holds his breath and sits them through. But minutes in is where it feels the worst, with all his senses desperately trying to locate the threat of what’s suffocating him, finding nothing except the merciless coverage of his power armor and the familiar surroundings of his room. Later, he’s clawing and thrashing at himself and the floor, realizing how much he craves the Night Haunter’s marble claws around his throat instead of this sealed little chamber of void. The primarch only lets him go when it begins to risk triggering his Sus-an membrane. Before that, he monitors Sevatar’s vitals, listening to those desperate gasps and heaves into the thinning air, lifting his robes to touch himself under his obsidian desk. Sometimes he groans loud enough for the vox to pick up the sound and transmit to Sevatar’s end.

The combat drugs injections were fun as well. The aftermath leaves Sevatar shivering in a mess of his own sweat while he’s pinned to the floor, immobile in the grip of powered ceramite screwed into his own bones, bodyglove drenched and clung to his rash hot skin. His cock swells and hardens against armor, aching for the slightest touch. He lets out a noise and bites into his lip. His hearts are pounding and he can feel the stimulant-induced urge to move and fight getting tapped in his own veins. After long tormenting hours, he collapses onto himself. The vox in his helm buzzes and brings a low laugh directly into his ears.

A spontaneous release of dopamine sweeps through him. It’s natural to feel proud, he assures himself, since the primarch is accordingly entertained.

That’s all. Good for Konrad. Cats love meat in a can.

#konrad curze #sevatar #jago sevatarion #warhammer 40000 #horus heresy #warhammer fanfic #tw asphyxiation #dad and sevatar #my fic

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trudemaethien · 1 year ago

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Hi! The random generators (even if I had to use a different one for the words) gave me Hardcase/Comet and evanescent shoe.

Beautiful.

“Nah, that guy’s called Comet because he leaves behind a deceptively sparkly trail of icy debris in his wake. You don’t want to go after him, Hardcase.”

“Maybe I’d like to chase that tail, though,” Hardcase says, staring after the path Comet’s circling around the dance floor. He’s soon lost in the swirling, gyrating throng.

“Torrent pup thinks he want to try and run with wolves?” one of the Wolfpack teases, draping himself over the back of their booth. This is the silver-haired one, and he looks eerie under the colorful lights. His grin has more teeth than are strictly friendly, but he is grinning and slouching and talking to them, so Hardcase smiles back cheerily.

“Sounds like an exhilarating good time,” he says, and across the table Jesse mouths (Sinker) at him, so he adds, “You wanna introduce me, Sinker? I’ll wag my tail and everything; only bite for play.”

Sinker throws back his head and laughs. “Only because I think Comet would get a kick out of you. Come on; what am I introducing you as…Bold, Terror, Audacity?”

“It’s Hardcase.”

Sinker laughs harder, chest shaking against Hardcase’s bicep as he guides them through the crowd. He lets go and gives Hardcase a shove, making him trip and stumble right into the arms of—he looks up and it’s who he asked to meet, Comet, looking down at him bewildered and then up at his smirking brother.

“I brought you a squeaky toy,” Sinker says smugly. “Comet, Hardcase; Hardcase, Comet.”

Comet looks at him again, amused and puzzled. “You…squeak?” Hardcase gets his feet back under himself and straightens his fatigue blouse.

“Bet, if you bite him,” Sinker teases, shoving them together again as he passes them to leave. “Have fun; save the pieces!”

At least Hardcase didn’t trip this time.

“Hi,” he says, “I did not ask him to say that.”

“No, I know; sorry my brother thinks he’s funny.” But Comet looks like he thought it was pretty entertaining too, and his smile has the same sort of teeth as Sinker’s had. No wonder people call the Wolfpack feral.

Hardcase glances over where Jesse and Fletch had been and doesn’t see them, and then feels the sharp pinch of teeth on his neck, and a swipe of warm wet tongue between them. He does make an embarrassingly high noise, and Comet’s snickering becomes giggling becomes full-blown laughter.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says unrepentantly, eyes glittering with glee, and that’s it. This is one grenade these wolves have tried to cook off just a moment too karking long.

Hardcase reels him in and kisses his laughing mouth with more teeth than is nice, and apparently that’s exactly the way these lunatics like it. Comet groans and gives back as good as he’s getting.

Hardcase can’t say he doesn’t like it, himself.

He’s not exactly sure how they get back to the barracks, since it’s hard to observe your surroundings with someone in your face; it’s a blur of making out and moving on autopilot.

The Wolfpack survivors had been given smaller quarters, and it seems they remain in them while regaining battalion strength and retraining all their new arrivals. It’s there that they land. No one else is in, and there’s not a whole lot of discussion why or who’s where, only less and less clothing and more and more enthusiastic touching.

It’s very nice, even if Comet’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Hardcase feels lucky to have gotten to know him like this. He’s a lot of fun, joking and teasing and wrestling.

Telling Comet this turns into round number—are they counting? Nope, they have better things to be doing.

<><>

Hardcase checks the chrono and curses with lighthearted annoyance. “I have formation. Wish I could stay.” He sits up and starts sorting through the mess of fatigues on the floor to separate his out.

“Mmm, I’ll keep the bed warm for you,” Comet says, tracing fingers over his hip and up the line of his tattoo on his back.

Hardcase turns and catches his hand, kissing his knuckles and tucking it away where it can’t start anything else they don’t have time to finish. “I’ll probably have detail all morning, and resupply after midmeal. This evening?”

“We’re taking night watch all this next week,” Comet says regretfully.

“And we leave in two days,” Hardcase adds, further dampening the mood.

“If this is goodbye, come tell me properly,” Comet pulls him in, and kisses him until he’s too distracted to think of being sad.

“Wasn’t it, uh, zero-eight for your formation?” Comet asks against his lips, “because it’s quarter-til.”

“Kriff,” Hardcase says with feeling, and scrambles to his feet. “Where’s my belt, cap…” he mumbles, patting himself down and looking around to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. “Toss me my other shoe, by the bed?”

Comet wings it at him, and Hardcase barely catches it, turning into the throw with an involuntary shout. Comet, still tangled in his sheets, is cracking up, so Hardcase flings it back at him to shut him up, and immediately regrets it as Comet tucks the shoe under himself and looks prepared to defend it with the utmost shenanigans.

“Hey, no, I need that! Come on, Comet.”

“No, I think I’m keeping this now,” Comet drawls.

“Hhheckkk. Please give it back? I’m already going to be late; you’re going to make me be out of uniform too? And I just got done dealing with the assholes in requisitions,” Hardcase wheedles.

“Take one of mine,” Comet says nonchalantly kicking the lid off his half-slid-out under-bunk kit box. His boot-shoes, worn with both armor and with fatigues are right on top. “Maybe it’ll help you keep your feet.”

Hardcase pauses, instantly more serious. “You’re giving me a piece of your shell?” he asks carefully, reining back his sudden eager interest.

“You did it first,” Comet says easily, but his smile says he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Keep my paint clean, you hear?”

There’s a thin stripe of grey around the edge of the sole. Hardcase’s boots are still unpainted. He hadn’t been joking about just having to draw new ones from supply after his last set had gotten damaged.

“I’ve still got to paint mine,” Hardcase says. “I can do it next time I see you?”

“Yeah,” Comet says, hugging his pillow. “I’d like that.”

Chasing Tail 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51903022

#writing prompt #ask answered #fanfiction #star wars tcw #cloneshipping #clones #clone armor #hardcase/comet #clone trooper comet #clone trooper hardcase #wonder what mission 501st is going on now? *coughumbaracough*#wonder why comet has this reputation #and why it wont be changing any time soon #bad luck buddy #🥺😭😭#im a little evil sry

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artsycervidae · 6 months ago

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Moksha: Chapter 11

Daki bends Tamaki to her will, and tries to prove herself capable to fight alongside her brother.

Word Count: 4.7k

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Daki, left to her lonesome once again, sat in the center of her room. She was freshly clean from a bath, her brother was safely asleep within her mind, and confidence was particularly easy to come by. Their moods had been rocky lately but Gyutaro seemed happier with the Demon Corps in town. It gave him something to do that wasn't micromanagement over her life. Still, she had to impress him if she wanted any part in hunting the Hashira, or else all the fun would be had without her.

She shed the silken robe off her shoulders and smoothed out the petal-pink strip connected to her abdomen. Slowly, the appendage lifted itself up like a sad excuse of a charmed snake: a hungover cobra, ready to keel over and die any second. She raised a hand and the obi mimicked her gesture as she pointed across the room. She could sense the disconnect in her mind, as if she was trying to write with her arm only halfway through the sleeve.

She twisted her wrist and the fabric shuffled, dancing midair and contorting itself into a neat fold. Then it thinned into a razor-sharp edge-- this was her usual trick, but it wasn't as well-controlled. Almost half its distance became stiff and hard to maneuver. She scoffed and sucked on the inside of her cheek. Property transformation used to be so easy. She beat her head against a metaphorical wall, trying anything she could think of to make this new limb pliable, bladed on the edges but silky and flexible in the center: making her hands into claws, crooking her fingers, clenching her knuckles, so on and so forth.

Slowly, she gained her bearing. The slab of patterned obi went slack, then tense. She gasped before concentrating: the fibers thinned, sharpened, and strengthened. When she swished her fingers the flexibility of silk went uncompromised. It whipped around the room like a tail, threatening to shear through imagined meat and bone, and Daki muffled her own glee into her sleeves.

On cue to ruin her good day, Daki heard her coming, the old hen that had made herself such a nuisance recently. The human's initial steps had weight in the heel, but the surety in her tread weakened once she was outside the oiran's private quarters. Daki's obi circled her, slipping into place under and over her luxurious clothes in automatic obedience.

"Come in, Madam Tamaki," Daki called out once she was decent, the old woman cringing at being caught. The demon smiled as her company cautiously opened the door then closed it behind her, barely stepping beyond the threshold, completely hesitating to sit at all until Daki emphatically gestured to a cushion. Madam Tamaki settled uncomfortably under Daki's 'considerate' gaze. Rather than move the discussion along, the oiran waited, watching the woman squirm, wearing the sweetest smirk she could muster. Until the silence had gone on long enough. "Is something the matter, Madam?" Daki asked, pseudo-sugaring her tone.

Madam Tamaki's tongue darted out to wet her desiccated lips and she lifted her eyes to meet Daki's. She still hadn't found the words to say that would keep her alive; Daki, ever so generous, gave her a push over the ledge. "This is about Sayako, is it not?"

Tamaki shuddered a breath. "I don't know what Sayako did to displease you, Tsubakihime Oiran, but..." Already discombobulated, clearly exhausted, the woman fumbled for words. "There have already been questions about her. Nobody knows where she could be, and--"

"I fail to see how that's my problem," Daki drawled, inspecting her nails pleasantly. "They're your girls, Madam. Can't you keep them from running away, or disappearing, or whatever? Oh, my mistake," she chuckled haughtily, "You can't even keep your own man from running off."

The elderly lady's face cracked, a glimpse of true despair and fatigue shining through her facade. Gratified, Daki leaned onto her makeup table and smiled innocently. "Tsubakihime Oiran," the woman begged, "I don't know what to tell them. I can't even pay off the rest of her contract because we haven't been making as much as we ought to--"

"Watch what you imply. Madam."

The obi had shot out from behind her, jutting a pointed sash-spear directly for the old lady's throat faster than the human eye could process. Tamaki gulped, that belt tip scraping the paper-thin skin over her esophagus. "I... I came here for your guidance, Tsubakihime Oiran... wh-what do you command of me?"

"Well," Daki considered smugly, pulling the threat back a fraction. "I think if you need to find more money, you ought to save up more... maybe we could evict a couple of the more higher-maintenance courtesans here. Aiko, for one, pisses me off," the woman's eyes widened at the name of their youngest adolescent, "she's not yet finished with her training and thus she's a liability more than an asset. We could do without Hana, and I know nobody will miss her."

"Who would we replace her with?" Madam Tamaki asked, the word 'replace' being pronounced like its glass edges could cut her tongue, "Hana is a vital support in your entourage--" but Daki was already proudly raising her finger for Madam Tamaki to hush.

"We'll replace her with Kazuko, of course."

"No."

The refusal had been so immediate that Daki almost mistook it for a grunt or a struggled breath. "Pardon?"

"You can have Aiko and Hana. I'll help cover up the disappearance of them both, but," and the woman stammered, aware of her audacity, "Please, Tsubakihime Oiran, leave Kazuko in my care."

Daki sat there, gobsmacked that this pathetic beast would dare to feign bravery right now, that she spoke against Daki's decision so outright. She cocked her head to the side and glared up at the woman.

Madam Tamaki swallowed her words but did not revoke them.

"I want Aiko, Hana, Meiko, Sakura, and Yui then."

Madam Tamaki nodded and made to stand-- fell gasping when Daki's belt whipped down and speared the human's fleshy thigh. Not too deeply. Just enough to bring her back down, to make it really hurt. The obi withdrew and flicked the old woman's blood across the floor. "Oops," Daki cheerfully said, "that was clumsy of me... you would truly give me five girls rather than the alternative? Way to show your hand, you old fool."

Madam Tamaki, clutching her leg, could only reply in whimpers and half-choked sobs. The most coherence she offered was desperately shaking her head, then nodding erratically.

'Why is she so important to you?' Daki let her voice fall low: "If you continue to regard my choices with impudence, I may have to rip that girl into pieces right in front of you." This imagery made Daki peckish: she slid her tongue along her upper lip. The old woman withered, all color and fight draining from her face.

"Please don't hurt her," Tamaki pleaded, trying to sit up with one arm and flinching with agony. "Take me instead."

"Ew!" Daki grimaced instinctively. "You? I may as well eat something off the bathroom floor. You're lucky I'm even discussing these options with you, old granny! Don't forget-- I always get to pick the girls."

"Tsubakihime Oiran, I'll give you every single girl who walks through our doors. I'll steal girls from other Houses. I'll do anything-- just please, please, don't hurt Kayako." The woman had managed to prostrate herself before the oiran without uncovering her puncture wound, blood seeping from between her fingers. "I'll do whatever it takes until you're satisfied, so long as Kazuko is spared. Please."

Daki had almost thought her ears were mistaken-- before she recognized that primitive glaze in the chaperone's eyes, the sudden snap of 'did I say what I thought I said' flashing into her face, her tiny body curling into a tighter ball.

"Oh, my poor madam," Daki chided, drawing closer to the bleeding biddy. Madam Tamaki tensed as Daki rubbed her shoulder-- gently first, but slowly digging her nails into the clothing and the skin below. "You delusional old bat. Whoever you're mistaking Kazuko for isn't here. And she," Daki rested her other hand over her cold heart, "would rather be with me anyway. Don't take it too harshly. After all, there wasn't even a question of which of us brings more value to her life."

Madam Tamaki trembled, her bird bones straining under her trapped muscles. Daki went on. "It's cute that you think you're protecting her or something. But I can assure you... she'll be safer and happier under my wing than she ever was with your help." Daki reached forward to tip the old woman's chin, the rubbing hand halting and locking in a vice grip. The pain-addled whimpers became unfettered. Daki examined the woman's wrinkled face: the dry mouth, the flared nostrils, the leaking eyes...

Such an ugly crier. It was almost enough for Daki to kill her over. But the woman seemed resigned and cooperative now, her eyes lowering before her eyelids followed. She was a problem, but a problem to be kicked further down the road as Daki focused on more vital matters.

"I'll forgive you, just this once; and only because you're clearly so confused! For my troubles, you can arrange for all five girls to be dismissed and erased, before placing Kazuko in my entourage. You really ought to call on that doctor, too... if the stress of this job drives you to hurt yourself like this, then maybe it's time to reconsider your occupation," Daki sweetly consoled. "You can send someone to clean the mess later tonight." She stopped and waited for the house chaperone to dispute this choice. Madam Tamaki didn't even twitch. "I need to recover from the stress of all these new changes... You've given me so much to do, so I won't be joining the others tonight. Don't mistake this for absence, Madam. I will always keep an eye on the House. The remaining girls need a strong figure to look up to, while you compose yourself and handle all this new paperwork."

That was Madam Tamaki's cue. The woman crawled to the wall, pressing a slippery-red palm to the wall for support as she tested her leg. The rip in her clothing had turned dark purple, blood soaking its fibers, and the old woman couldn't resist clamping a hand over it almost as soon as she had exposed it. She limped to the door and croaked, "Good day... Tsubakihime Oiran..." before she slowly, slowly escaped down the hall.

Daki was proud of how she handled that! Nobody died unnecessarily, she had made her expectations known, and surely Madam Tamaki took the threats seriously now. Daki settled back into her room, pushing one of her little tables over the blood splatter with an easygoing foot. As she fixed her hair and makeup, she hummed pleasantly.

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When Gyutaro slowly awoke, the onslaught of stimuli disoriented him-- he rarely saw Daki's room so 'bright' before. Granted, her room faced south into a courtyard and the window was taped over with tastefully patterned paper, so the sunlight was significantly reduced. Still, the daisy midday filter colored her walls with unfamiliar openness. This, accompanied with Daki's immediate greetings and questions ("Good morning, sleepy head. Are you feeling better? What's the plan now?"), prompted a splitting headache, which Daki also complained about ("Eugh, what's this? Older brother, make it stop,"). Gyutaro intended to be productive today: he needed to get his head on straight.

Quiet, he commanded in their mind. You never know who's listening.

Everyone else is downstairs.

Won't they notice you're not accounted for? Way to look suspicious, little sister.

Daki's eyes rolled upward to the ceiling.

I saw that.

They won't bother me, she huffed. I already took care of that.

He let it go. First things first. We need a plan to kill those Slayers before we can prowl for humans. And, with an air of assertion, Tonight I'll take them down--

"Huh?!"

Knowing this would be her gripe, he finished-- and you can hang back. Maybe you can catch us more humans if we're still hungry.

Because someone else was busy playing around last night? Ever so ungrateful.

I told you, the Hashira was a distraction! He hated they way she made it sound. Made it seem like he was easily dissuaded from his duties rather than the fact that he hadn't expected the Corps to find them again so soon. The way she said it, Gyutaro may as well have been one of those bastards who would saunter into Yoshiwara with their entire weeks' pay and no thoughts to obligations, nobody special at home to worry about and make mature decisions for.

And you fell for it, she mumbled, desperate to get the last jab in.

As if you would have done any better. Do you want to eat or not? he snipped.

I've already got food handled! I can have the hag send a girl up to my room right now, if you want. This forethought only aggravated him more.

Don't rely on that fucking human all the time, Gyutaro growled. He couldn't believe he had to be the one to tell her this. You can't let her on that you're starting to need her, especially not with a privately-funded assassin here to murder us. And stop talking! With the Demon Corps so close to home (under the same roof, even!), he wasn't willing to let Daki risk herself. She scoffed and he went on to ask, Have you been practicing with your Blood Demon Art?, figuring that she hadn't.

And she knew he assumed as such, because she folded her arms tightly across her chest with predictable peevishness. I've been practicing!

Have you felt any different?

Well, it has a mind of its own, she antagonized.

Her chest was moving fast, air hissing in and out of her teeth as Gyutaro tried to walk himself back from another explosive argument. Don't get mad at me! I'm just telling the truth! she complained.

This was why he spent most of his time sleeping or hunting. He wished Daki would at least pretend to be serious about this if she wanted to be included. Let's see what you can do then, was his compromise, always the first one to de-escalate their arguments. We'll figure it out together.

This appeased her. Daki nodded and stood, adjusted her feet to shoulder-width as the obi rose and danced, its edges sleek and movements slick. She had been practicing-- even the obi's length was changing, if subtly. Have you managed to make multiple extensions?

She didn't answer, a resounding 'no.' He watched the cloth quiver under her control, her fingers spreading and closing, but the ribbon only wafted and waved.

Don't overthink it. Just do it. The obi is the source of your Blood Demon Art-- that's easy enough to get, right?

Stop hassling me, she replied. I know it's the source. That's not the problem. The problem is that it's a single thing, and splitting it off feels... impossible! It's not as easy as just amputating it.

Can't you find some workaround?

Like what?

Oh, his stupid, silly, sweet sister. I don't know, he said slowly. It's not my Blood Art.

You said we would do this together!

And he sighed, aggrieved because she was using his words against him-- he hated how often that was happening, he was always on the defense lately. Let's try this then... try and regenerate more of it, only in two different directions.

How?

Gyutaro nearly thought aloud how Yasumoto could kill Daki with no effort at all, but he knew this would trigger a mood. He knew her better than he knew himself. Of all things, Daki hated when her older brother automatically discounted her abilities, as hard as it was not to. The memory of that Slayer's contained firestorm lined up next to this, Daki needing the basics of duplication explained to her, made teaching feel pointless. With a full night's all-out fight, his stamina vastly outmatched even the most talented Hashira's. There was no need to bring his baby sibling along, where she was most in danger of decapitation.

He would never give up on her though. As long as he lived, he would protect her and teach her whatever she needed. It was preferable to simply kill the Hashira himself, but she needed to be ready for anything: even if that 'anything' was a toddler with a child-sized knife-sword.

Thus began their 'study session.' Which was more like Gyutaro pitching ideas and observations, only to have the ceiling come into view-- Do you want my help or not? he asked crankily-- before his sister tentatively considered his advice, playing with the concept before proving him right, inevitably.

The obi split, invisible hands rapidly weaving the cloth into a new shape. This was a welcome relief; she learned best with experimentation. She only needed the inspiration, some extra care, and a lot of attention.

"Look!" Daki lifted up both her arms, stretching them out before her-- the obi coiled and thrashed, splintering into two, three, four appendages connected to the original stem, all of them altering their properties to allow for a serrated texture, a scythe-like curve, or a tapered pike.

"Look!" She echoed eagerly, displaying again the precision of her newfound skill. It reminded him of something he couldn't pronounce: an itching déjà vu spurred by the childlike glee in his sister's voice and the warm tones in the room. Her ability to meet Gyutaro's barest expectations granted him an unimaginable bliss. If she could be faster or develop more uses for these obi strands, maybe she could be helpful. Untouchable, even.

Good job! That's a start, he told her. But there's still a lot you need to learn to do. Like regenerating faster, or--

Clearly this wasn't enough praise for her. Let me learn now, she insisted. I can hunt during the day.

Not where we sleep, you can't, he argued.

But look what I can do now, Daki boasted before spinning to face the nearest corner. The obi flattened and flew into the space between the wall and floor with a thhhhhhhwip! Startled, Gyutaro felt blindly around-- within-- Daki's outstretched arm, finding his control over her abilities terribly dampened. He periscoped into her mind anyway: he could sense her focus coasting through the walls, getting further and further away--

How far can it go? he asked her, genuinely piqued by this new opportunity.

As far as next door! she puffed her chest out.

The... next room over.

The next building over?!

No, he said, fully raining on her parade, No, that's not far enough. Reel it back in. That's really the farthest you can send it, huh... have you tried detaching it?

"What?" Daki snapped-- obviously embarrassed and crushed, her nose scrunched up, eyebrows grooving her forehead. Despite her complaints, he recognized the belt pattern shrinking back on itself until the end returned from the house's innards. "Like amputate it? What does regeneration have to do with that?"

Gyutaro felt his headache coming back. She really wasn't the smartest; he always had to do the thinking for her, lest she rub her two brain cells too vigorously and break them... but she was delicate. He had to be more careful with her tender heart. You know how I can control my blood sickles? It's because it's still my blood even when it's not inside me, Daki. You can try and do the same with your belt. Think of it less as an amputation and more as... detaching. Or deploying.

Daki had crossed her arms again, pouting. Gyutaro waited for her to loosen her biceps. She sighed. She took steady breaths and he did not rush her. She lifted her arms again and the obi tentacles mirrored her. The four cloth-puppet tentacles stretched out and touched each wall of her room. Daki exhaled and stood like that; the silky ribbons did nothing.

They stood and stared at the compass-obi for so long that Gyutaro could have fallen asleep. But somehow, the obi twitched and jerked back-- leaving four long, uneven segments aflutter in the air. Daki stared at the unmoving sections and sniffed.

I can't feel them, Gyutaro.

Really? You can't move them?

She stepped over and kicked one of the obi sections away. It flopped, a lifeless piece of fabric. He could sense her mounting tantrum and swept into her ear.

Well, you've advanced a lot, baby sis. Multiple obi parts means multiple weapons! And you're getting back to the level of control you had before. How's it feeling?

It feels okay... she moped, not entirely uplifted yet.

Really? She asked, hopeful. Promise?

It'll get easier. Remember your abilities are still different from mine. You've got space to improve now, and I'll be here to help.

Always.

Then will you take me--

You haven't gotten that much better, he griped. And like I said: you need to uphold appearances.

But people disappear all the time, she theorized, so how will they tell it's us?

They already recognized me, Daki. They know there's a demon in the area. If you can stretch your belt further, use it from a distance, then we'll talk about letting you hunt... that could be used to throw them off our trail if it gets--

But they can't prove it's us, she whined. She would force-fit her contributions somehow, make everything more complicated so she could feel smarter for it.

Don't think too hard-- it'll strain your head and bunch your pretty nose. Besides, how would you even bring a human through the walls like that? They'd have to be skinnier than me.

"Why do you always have to ruin my ideas?!" she bawled, and Gyutaro knew he had dropped one too many straws on her back, just by being the thoughtful one. Even so, he hated when she bitched at him like that. It wasn't his fault she never thought anything all the way through!

Stop shouting!

"Then stop being mean!" She rounded on herself, realized there was no brother to face, then plopped in front of the mirror to glare into her own eyes.

That always got him. It was easier to talk shit about her when he couldn't see the impact. Presented with trembling lips and misty eyes, his temper went cold. Alright, he sighed. It's a good trick but you're not ready to handle the potential consequences. Relax your face, you can't go developing wrinkles. This she did upon his request, perhaps a little scared of that impossibility. You don't need to be so worked up anyways. I'll have this handled by tomorrow and I'll bring their bodies as our reward.

But big brother, she urged, we could take them out together! Even one at a time! Please let me come. You know I can't stand uglies in my diet. I need to make sure I can eat this Hashira!

He was back in the dark, seeing all those faces light up as mere mortals worshipped his beautiful sister, save for a pair of eclipse irises feasting on his abnormal visage as if he were the most sublime thing Yasumoto had seen.

No! His refusal burst came more sternly than either of them expected, but Gyutaro let that suddenness carry his excuse, I'm eating this one. To make up for lost chance.

Not fair!

You got the last one I killed for you. And you haven't even explored all the possibilities of your gift. With a little more honey to his words so that she felt he wasn't sore over it, he added Really, little sister. You ate recently and you're acting as if you're starving. It's not like you to be so greedy.

This made her sulk instead, cheeks puffing with petulance at that latter comment. C'MON. Can't you let me kill the Hashira at least? You said they were only a distraction. Let me handle it!

She was making herself a nuisance. Was he not allowed to have anything for himself anymore? If you keep talking back, I won't ever take you hunting with me again, he threatened.

She audibly gasped-- both hands flying up to her mouth as if he had cursed her. He immediately regretted it, not knowing what he expected: for her to fight back, to challenge him on it? She wasn't purposefully indignant with him... He was loathe to walk back his words and undermine his own authority, but he also didn't want his baby sister to burst into tears.

What do you think he would think of all this whining? Gyutaro asked her, tiptoeing around the blame.

The effect was instant: Daki's chest hammered in that confusing, claustrophobic elbowing between two emotions. He wasn't ignorant to his little sister's crush on Master Muzan; sometimes he could use it as a carrot and stick, though he would rather like for it to be buried and over with by now. Don't say that, big brother! she pleaded, I'll keep practicing and do whatever you think we need to. I won't whine.

No more crybabying?

No more! she promised. And before Gyutaro could be grateful for the change in tone, she added, Please don't tell him I was acting that way! and turned back to the room with the seriousness of a good girl.

Okay, he grumbled. Remember, we're not just killing humans. They're Slayers and they want to take everything from us. We fought for this life. We need to be smart to keep it. Just do what I say.

Daki nodded enthusiastically and said, "Let's make him proud."

Ugh, now all she was thinking about was her infatuation. Get back to practicing, he ordered, and she obeyed. The obi extended out from her and undulated like a cephalopod's powerful appendages. They rippled, shifting between silk and steel, adapting razors and spines.

Gyutaro sincerely hoped he would be awake for when their nocturnal general returned... he disliked leaving Master Muzan alone with Daki, despite how often Daki demanded a private audience with the Demon King. Couldn't she tell what he thought of her? The way his eyes flickered hard before relinquishing some kind of artificial sweetness. Not kindness, though. Never had Gyutaro gotten an inkling of whatever fondness that Muzan may have felt for his sister, yet she begged to differ. It may as well be a proven fact to her. Nothing her brother could say could dissuade her, for some reason, and he hated feeling so helpless in that aspect.

It was a natural fear for an older sibling, after all. Gyutaro wanted her to be safe and happy, and Muzan was the strongest demon alive. If anyone else could keep Daki safe, it was him...

If he felt she was worth it.

And Gyutaro knew for a fact that Muzan didn't-- couldn't possibly-- love her the way she deserved. Nobody could. Not Master Muzan, not Madam Tamaki, not even Daki's favorite girls.

Daki. You know why I'm hard on you, right? he mumbled, seeking relief in her compassion.

Because you care. She didn't even need to think about it, which made Gyutaro's headache go away completely. I can feel you worrying in there, big brother. I'll get really good at using my Blood Demon Art. Then I can keep up with you. Okay? You won't have to worry about me.

Gyutaro laughed at that: the way she always made his level of skill her personal goal, and how she never gave up on the idea of an equally-matched Upper Sixth duo. This mirth was so tangible that Daki's shoulders danced, letting loose hissing giggles galore. Which made Gyutaro laugh a little harder-- the girl had to stifle herself, shushing her brother between her bright, sharp teeth.

As silly as she could be, she was such an ambitious, gorgeous, incredible woman. A total catch-- and whoever caught her, whoever she decided to be with, ought to recognize that. I'll always worry for you, he promised her. Even when you're able to fight any Slayer with me, or on your own. You know that, right?

Of course! she chirped. And then, amused, she asked, Do you feel bad about yelling at me?

Shh.

And it was her turn to laugh-- this one chime-like and effervescent, so unlike his own. Gyutaro felt around for her right wrist, influencing an itching need so that her left reached across and touched its sibling. Daki held her own hands for a brief moment, completely isolated from her peers downstairs, but never alone. Then she turned back to her private lesson.

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m-tribs · 11 months ago

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@nettleberry

It was always a delicate dance with the Gamemakers. Anything that could be seen from anywhere in the Arena was one of two things: to be avoided or to be rushed towards. Often times, as decades of Hunger Games had shown, it was both. If she fled from this ghostly ship, it was more than likely she'd be pushed towards it. Either by deadly fog, a forest fire, a swarm of Mutts... there were hundreds of ways Mercuria could think of to shepherd her towards this thing, and she wasn't even a Gamemaker.

So towards the terrifying, awful ship she went. It wasn't hard to predict its movements; the thing was like a beacon in the sea. It was clearly making rounds to each of the islands, and Mercuria saw her route clearly from the top of the mountain to the shore. She even plotted out a route through the trees to keep herself disguised and hidden from others who might be on the oasis island - others like Helios who might still have a nasty bone to pick with her. She moved quickly and with purpose; if she was going to meet anyone she wanted to, it would be on that ship.

With eyes cautiously peeled for anything small and creepy crawly, Mercuria began the many-hour trek down the mountain. She was stuck, momentarily, at the edge of the water. The water that so many times had tried to take her under. And yet, there was the ship, begging to be boarded. Loose, fraying ropes dangled from its sides like ladders. And so, she chanced it. When the ship was at its closest, she closed her eyes and sprinted. The splashing was loud, but before the water had reached her chest, she was there. Hands closed around rope before breath seized in her chest, so that had to be a win.

Hand over hand over hand, Mercuria muscled her way up the rope. She heaved herself over the edge with a wet plop and looked up in muted horror at the scene. Walking skeletons, with rusted blades, everywhere. Like the one that had laughed at her and Bramble as they nearly drowned. But alive. Luckily, none seemed to notice her - or, if they did, they paid her no attention as long as she stayed away. But there was no guarantee that that truce would hold, so she shoved a fist into her mouth to stop from screaming and ducked behind the first thing she could find: a barrel. Always with the barrels on ships.

A moment's pause gave her time to assess. She needed to be indoors. It was a ship, after all. It must have a captain's quarters. If this ship were designed anything like the one that was wrecked and served as home base, then she'd know exactly where it was. The only problem? She had been found out by something living, but less skeletal. Something more fleshy. Another Tribute.

#early day 4 #t: nettle 5 #no gif bc

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soriaryl · 1 year ago

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Madam Ruby Part 01

“Madam Ruby!” one of my girls, Sapphire, called up to my office. The tone of her voice worried me. I had been ignoring the loud hoots, hollers, and screams from outside, but her shrill cry broke through my concentration.

I set down the pencil that I used for keeping tally of debits and credits. I gathered my dark red skirts in my paper white hands and left the small room with its wooden desk and chair. I walked down the hallway and stairs behind the bar where she was trying to get away from a rough and tumble male. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked him with no hint of politeness.

He turned and faced me. His brown hair was plastered against his head from sweat under his hat. His face was covered in scars and stubble. He dropped Sapphire’s hand, and she fled to me.

Her bright blonde hair was falling from its style, and her pale blue eyes were full of terror. I gave her hand three gentle squeezes to tell her to get the other girls out of here and to the sheriff then head to the train station until someone came for them. She ran upstairs in her blue body-hugging dress.

“You own this place?” His voice matched the gruffness of his looks and demeanor.

“I do. I am Madam Ruby.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”

He spat into the spittoon then whistled.

The saloon doors slammed inside against the wooden walls. A tall man in all black, from his hat to his orange dusted boots, stepped into my bar. The morning light hid his features until he reached an area of shadows. The gas lanterns lit up his face with his scar across his cheek and golden blond hair.

“Eli Carver.” I recognized his face from the wanted posters in the train station and from personal memory.

He sat his hat on the bar and looked around the room. “Marcus, you said you found the owner.”

Marcus took a large step away from Eli and me. “Eli, this’s Madam Ruby, and she claims to own this here saloon.” He must have been new to the gang because I did not recognize him.

Eli finally looked at me, and a smile played on his lips. “Madam? You’ve moved up in the world since you was a dancin’ girl in Goldfield. Decide to open your own joint after your time as a soiled dove?” There was a playfulness on his voice, but it just made me want to slam his face into the dusty wood of the floor. “Been a long time since I’ve seen your pretty red eyes.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” I put my hands on my hips to feel stronger than I was. “Why are you here? We’re a quarter day’s ride to the train station, the mines are all shut down, and there’s nothing here for you to want. So, take your gang and hitch your pony somewhere else.”

He stepped uncomfortably close to me. He gently moved a piece of my silver white hair away from my face. “Is that any way to treat your first customer as a whore? I was the only one not afraid to make your albino body mine.”

I slapped his hand away from me. “Customers pay. You kidnapped me and stole my virginity, Eli. Once I had the stigma of being a whore, there was no going back to being the dancing girl I was.”

“It can’t have been that bad.” He lifted my chin to force me to meet his eyes. “You are a pretty woman, and, from the look of this place, you made good money.”

I took a large step away from him. “Thank you for the trip down Memory Lane of the worst time of my life. Now, get out, before I call the sheriff.”

He laughed, and his gang followed suit. “If you mean the man who’s a bit tied up at the moment, I don’t think I need to worry.” He motioned to the door. “But if you don’t trust me, see for yourself.”

I glared at him, but I needed to make sure that the sheriff, my husband, was all right. I did not even need to step out of the saloon, because once I opened the doors, there was no doubt that he was hanging from the gallows. I covered my mouth behind my hands as I cried out. He was still alive and kicking.

I tried to run over to him, but Eli grabbed me from behind. “You should really get a better sheriff for your little town.”

“Cut him down,” I said under my breath. “Cut him down, or I’ll kill you where you stand.”

“You can try.” He smelled my hair, so I took the chance to elbow him in the face. He let go of me with a shout.

I pulled my skirts up and ran over to my husband. His tan face was turning purple as he hanged by his throat. His normally pulled back long black here was slick with sweat and out of its tie. “I’ll get you down, Marshall.” I stood under him, letting him use my shoulders as footholds to take the pressure from his neck. I looked around and saw the other people of our small-town staring from their windows. “Help me!” I screamed to them, but none of them moved.

Eli sauntered up and bent down to almost nose-to-nose with me. “No one is gonna to help you. Not after what they saw how easily we strung your sheriff up.”

“Then damn them alongside you to Hell!” Marshall’s weight was hurting my shoulders and back, but I refused to let him die.

“I might be amendable to cut him down, if you do somethin’ for me.” His smirk told me everything that he wanted.

Sweat covered my face and body as I struggled to keep Marshall from hanging. “I’m married, Eli, and I won’t ever join your bed again.”

He seemed to put two and two together. “Is that why you’re desperate to save this sheriff? He’s your husband?”

I saved my breath for my trembling muscles.

Eli grabbed me from under my husband and shot Marshall then the rope that held him. Marshall’s body crumpled when he hit the ground. “Go grieve for your spouse, because startin’ tonight, this is my town.” He let go of my arm.

I raced over to Marshall and tried to stop the bleeding, but there was nothing I could do. I was not a doctor, and I doubt our town’s physician would come help. I laid his head in my lap, hoping to make his passing more comfortable.

Marshall reached up and touched my cheek with his fingertips. “Atsa.” He called me by the nickname he gave me when we first met years ago when he saved me from my position as a painted lady with marriage.

I cupped his hand to my face. My tears splashed on his shirt. “Don’t talk, Marshall. You gotta save your breaths.”

“You have to stop them,” he whispered. “You’re the only one who is strong enough to stand up. I’m sorry that I won’t be there to help you.”

I cried in his hand. “You’re wrong. If you couldn’t, there’s no way I can.”

“I love you, my Atsa.” He smiled softly and closed his eyes for the last time. I lost the only man to have never used my past against me, the only one who helped me pursue my dream of a peaceful life, and the only one who was willing to help me build the saloon from the ground up.

I bent over and kissed his forehead. “I love you too, Marshall. Rest in peace, and I will try to save our home,” I whispered to his corpse.

Eli’s men ripped Marshall away from me and threw him to the side. I had no fight left in me while Eli dragged me back to my saloon. He sat me down at one of the tables. “Here’s how this’s gonna go…”

I stared at the wood grain in the table. Memories of meeting Marshall after my escape from Eli the first time flooded my mind.

Marshall came into the saloon I was whoring at one day. He was looking for a few good men to help him rebuild a town that was abandoned after the mines were empty. He wanted to create a town that would become a waystation from the trains to other parts of the county and state.

A customer had tried to take me upstairs, but I was too enthralled with Marshall. He stood tall and handsome with his high cheekbones and black hair. He saw me trying to fight off the customer and came over to my rescue. “This man botherin’ you, Miss?”

The proprietor laughed as he stood behind the bar to clean glasses. “She ain’t been a ‘miss’ since she was soiled by Eli Carver.” He was pencil thin and refused to stand up for his girls.

“I didn’t ask you,” Marshall snarled at the saloon owner. He turned back to me. “Do you want my help?”

I had to make a choice. Either I refused his help and stayed a painted lady, or I go with him. He said he was looking for a few good men, so maybe he had room for me, if I could prove myself. It would mean that I would lose my job and home at the same time, but I saw a future in Marshall’s light brown eyes.

I pulled my hand from the customer, slammed my heel into his foot, then elbowed him in the face. I guess my time trapped with Eli’s gang was not a complete waste. “Only if you don’t mind taking me with you?” I hoped he would accept.

He smiled warmly, and my cheeks burned. “I was lookin’ for a few good men, but I can see where you’d be an exception, Atsa.” When the customer grabbed my arm again, Marshall punched him in the face. The man crumpled to the ground.

The proprietor came around the bar. “Now, see here—”

Marshall pulled the pistol from his hip. “The Lady’s made her decision. She’s comin’ with me. If you got a problem with that, then meet me outside.”

The smaller man shrank away. “Her things’re upstairs.”

Marshall looked at me. “There anythin’ you need?”

I looked down at the dress I wore and thought of everything else I owned. “Won’t take me long to get my things.”

He let go of my hand, and I rushed up to my tiny room. It was barely larger than the bed, water basin, and wardrobe. I opened the wardrobe, then found the little notch of the hidden compartment. I gathered the important things, including the earnings I stole from drunken customers and my papers. I smiled at the extra cash that I had been building over the past few years from my customers and the owner’s coffers. I stuffed them into a bag and ran back downstairs.

Marshall held his hand out to me, a perfect gentleman. I grabbed it, and we went outside. “I never caught you name, Atsa,” he said while we walked on the wooden boardwalks toward his horse.

“My name is Ruby. Why do you keep calling me ‘Atsa?’”

He lightly moved a piece of hair from my face to behind my ear with an intimate touch that sent flutters through my stomach. My cheeks burned when he cupped my face in his palm. “Atsa is the color of your pretty eyes and cheeks.”

“Atsa is ‘red’?”

He nodded. “Stay with me long enough, and I’ll teach you everythin’ I know.” He helped me onto the horse at the front of the saddle, and he sat behind me. “Here’s how this is gonna go…”

A loud crash brought me back to the present. Eli’s fist was sitting on the table in front of me, the glass mug shattered over the wood. “You ain’t been listenin’.”

You’re the only one strong enough to stop them. Marshall’s last words came to mind. “All right, what do you want?” I could pretend to be surly. I could push my grief down until I had my revenge. With the girls gone, I just needed Eli to trust me for this to work.

Eli lifted an eyebrow at my sudden change. There was cold calculation behind his eyes. “You’re tryin’ to figure out how to kill me.”

I gave nothing away. My poker face was a blank mask that he taught me when I was kidnapped the first time.

He waited for any change in posture or movement to that would give away my thoughts. When I did not move, he continued to talk, “As I was sayin,’ this’s my town now. You can either be friendly with me, or I can send you to God, just like I did your husband.”

I clenched my teeth, but he saw that small muscle twitch. He grinned as he stood up. “Only reason I’m keepin’ you alive is because you own this joint. It’s a good place to hide out from the law.” He came around to behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Then there’s the extra benefit of havin’ my girl back.”

“I ain’t your girl, Eli.”

He dug his fingers into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. “I think you’ll be singin’ a different tune after a while. Especially if I send my men after your girls.”

I whipped around in the chair. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on ‘em!”

He stooped down to my eye level. “Be a good woman to me, take care of my men as your customers, and run the saloon like the proprietress you claim to be. And if they come back, I’ll keep my gang from harmin’ them.”

It was an easy choice to make. “Why here? You coulda picked the damn town with the railroad going through it. Why did you pick Silver Hills?”

He pulled the chair up next to me. “Simple. I need to be close enough to strike, but far enough away to avoid gettin’ caught. Findin’ you was just a bonus.” He pulled my face to look at him. “And before you get any ideas in that pretty li’l head of yours, if you call for help from the rangers, I’ll kill everyone in this town while you watch. Think of it this way, the life and death of this town depends on you and your actions. Choose them carefully.”

“I do exactly what you say, and you’ll leave the town alive?” I needed confirmation.

“You do what I want, and yeah, I’ll spare your town.”

I took as deep of a breath as I could. It was shaky, but it only settled my resolve. “You have a deal.”

He smiled, cold and cruel with a promise of the taste of Hell in the future. “Good little dove.” He mashed his lips to mine.

Continues 11/15/2023

#BlackCatOrangeCatPub #short story #SorAryl #western #Madam Ruby

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HHL 1

prologue

synopsis: our guy Terry discusses some of the HHL's logistics with the MC while they both deny the pure domesticity of their relationship (they're just friends guys). mostly exposition.

word count: 7535

genre: werewolves, my own take on A/B/O, female OCs, domestic bullshit

warnings: some talk of b*tchering cows, blood mentions, brief panic attack, violent werewolf attacks, implied s*x trafficking, brief recollection of a leg getting c*t off, medical injection, mentions of alc*hol, cursing (through out)

notes: this is edited! no beta, but hopefully I've looked at it enough that there aren't any glaring issues. i didn't originally think there were any warnings to mention, but holy cow was I mistaken. and it only goes down from here! the end of this book (i've split it into three) is hella rough too. maybe i should add the "dead dove" tag.

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“You in there, C?” The words were accompanied by the door flinging open, a lithe frame slipping past to settle on the occupant’s bed.

“Do you just come in even if I’m not here?” C shot him a side glance before going back to pulling on the leather wrist guard she had thrown together years ago.

“Right… because we're not sleeping in the same bed most nights.” The intruder gave her a dead look, daring her to challenge his words.

“That doesn’t mean this is your room, Terry.” C looked away as she sat next to him, the—arguably valid—statement sounding flimsy even before the words left her mouth.

Terry gave her another look, “Your case is weak, and you know it.” She shrugged, unwilling to give in, and went back to struggling with her improvised wrist guard. The younger of the two watched with a blanked-out stare, until a particularly annoyed grunt brought his attention back. “Need help?”

“Please,” she huffed, holding out her wrist.

Practiced fingers threaded an old shoelace through holes in the worn leather. “Remind me why you still use this thing?”

Amusement danced in her eyes as she watched his intent expression, “I’m too lazy to make another one?” He laughed, smile brightening the room further than the mid-day sun was capable of.

“You’re a lot of things, C, but lazy?” He finished the last knot of her wrist guard with a shake of his head and looked up at her. Smiling, she raised her hands in surrender. He rolled his eyes, “Where were you headed?”

C stood up, rolling her wrist. “The shooting range,” she grabbed her quiver and slung it over her shoulder, “then I need to check with Beah on our power status.” Her movements paused as she narrowed her eyes in contemplation, “I think I’m due for a Pros shot too.”

“Can’t be skipping that.” Terry said, getting off the bed to open the door. “I’ll come with you. I have to talk with Beah about getting some new shooting gloves.”

“I can get you some leather.” She said, moving past him and into the empty hallway, not forgetting to retrieve her bow from its mount on the back of her door. Walking backwards to face him, she continued, “I’m probably going on a power run in the next few days anyway.”

“You think there’s enough wild boars for that?” He pulled the door shut behind them, locking it before chasing after his friend.

C raised a brow and turned as he caught up, “It’s one boar.”

“Didn’t Beah say they should be left alone for a while?”

“I’m pretty sure that was a message for you guys,” she gave him a pointed look, “but I’ll check when we see her later.”

He nodded, attention going back to his thoughts as they made their way down the stairs and into the crisp winter air.

The shooting range was kept far from the living quarters as a safety precaution—not many people knew how to shoot properly before they got to the HHL and that led to many a stray arrow. At the beginning they had tried to keep everything in a central location, but with more and more people joining, things quickly got dangerous. About a year into Terry’s stay, C and Beah had made the executive decision to move some of the more treacherous sports to one of the corn fields just off of the community area.

The arrangement caused some dissent to rise amongst the less physically inclined residents, but to the leaders of the HHL an hour jog seemed like a fair trade off to bandaging wounds caused within compound walls. In all honesty Terry didn’t think it took that long, but nine times out of ten, he began the journey from C’s, admittedly closer, home.

They had been living together for nearly two years, much to the woman’s distaste. Originally moving in because of a space shortage, Terry ended up staying even after the new human residences went up. He did have his own room on the safer side of the compound (used on occasion), but C had a whole house to herself—a gift from Beah for putting up with the HHL’s more deranged residents—and, deranged as they were, no one dared to mess with him after C put down a few of his more proactive antagonists last year. Of course, there was always a newbie out for his blood—and his dick—but the more experienced populace kept them in check.

Spending copious amounts of time in the west quarters meant that he had definitely heard the whispers. The one calling him her human pet was probably the most amusing, though that was more because it pissed C off, and he lived to piss her off. Possibly since nine times out of ten she was the one getting under his skin, he took any opportunity he could to see her frustrated. Annoying as he could be, he was careful not to overstep and could take as much as he dealt. Though that was entirely because she made sure his quality of life was a cut above most. Life during the apocalypse was always strained, but she kept him both well-armed and well fed, though he had a sneaking suspicion she did it to annoy Beah, the true voice of the HHL .

The two women ruled over their sliver of the new world with an iron fist, keeping their respective species away from each other’s throats. Terry wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends—seeing as they mostly talked business when they did see each other—but the innate understanding threading between them went beyond his comprehension.

Looks wise they were almost exact opposites. Beah was dark skinned, petite, and had a belying innocence to her features while C was ghostly pale, nearly as tall as him, and had a sharpness to her gaze that scared him more than once when he first moved to the HHL.

Despite this, Terry would choose C over Beah any day. C was far more laid back—though that might have had something to do with her thoughts on her leadership skills, or lack thereof—and it made her much easier to talk to. To him, looking past her itchy trigger finger was a simple matter, especially since she never killed outside the rules, she and Beah had initially laid down.

Beah, on the other hand, was… intense . Because of her small stature and dark skin tone, she faced far more challenges keeping the humans in line than the official second in command. This led to her being an uptight pain in his ass, but he begrudgingly admitted, it made her a far more capable leader than anyone else there. Not like he wanted to lead in the first place.

“Ah,” C’s exclamation brought Terry out of his reverie, making him realize they were steps away from the archery gate, “now that I think of it, we’ll have to cull the cows soon.” She swung open the entrance and motioned for him to walk through, “The newbies are going to need sheaths soon and our leather demands can’t keep up with the blacksmith’s output. I’ll get you some leather for gloves when that happens.” The gate latched behind them with a clang.

“Can we cull that many?” Quickly making their way to their usual spot, Terry picked up a bow laying in the grass, muttering something about lazy bastards under his breath.

C cocked an eyebrow, “It's not like a pair of gloves takes up that much cow.” She stepped past him to grab a loaded quiver from its proper position on the rack and handed it to him without thought.

He shot her an unamused look as he grabbed it, “I'm talking about supplying the newbies with sheathes.”

“Ah, well we won’t be culling enough to supply everyone with a sheath, but there's about 200 bulls now. We can afford to butcher a few of them.” Pulling an arrow from her quiver, the tall archer took her place in front of a target.

“200 doesn't seem like that much.” Terry loaded and shot his own bow, arrow piercing the center of the target with a dull thud.

C shrugged and released, her own arrow narrowly missing the squirrel sitting on the branch above one, fairly close, target, “It's not, but we only need a few good sires to pair with the cows.”

“How many do we have in total?” He aimed at the alarmed animal, shooting it clear through the eye.

She paused to think, “650? The cows add up to about 300 and the calves, about 150.” He lowered his bow, so she could grab the squirrel without the threat of having to dodge an arrow. “It’s not like we don’t have the space for more, but it’s easier when we can rotate the cows through their farms.” She handed him his arrow and proceeded to tie the dead animal to a rope hanging off her belt.

“How are their farms doing?” He took aim again this time pointing at a target a bit further than where the squirrel had been.

“Fairly well. It was a pretty wet year, so we’re expecting a baby boom when they start breeding this spring.” She notched another arrow watching him hit the next target dead center.

“What about the fruit and vegetable farms?” C released her arrow, hitting just below Terry’s.

She pursed her lips, “I'm not sure, but probably the same. Beah did say we have one last batch of apples coming in.” The brunette brushed frizzy strands from her forehead, “Benefits of the new greenhouse.”

Terry’s eyes lit up in excitement, turning to face her fully, “Oh right! I forgot about that. Do you think that means we'll finally grow our own peaches?”

“In like another 5 years maybe.” She shot him a look and targeted another unsuspecting squirrel.

His eyes followed her arrow—once again missing the squirming target, “That's frightening to think about.”

“It seems like it's been forever, doesn't it?”

He took aim and another small life before replying. “Longer for me than for you.”

She made her way to pick up the arrow and squirrel, surveying the damage even though she knew it was another bullseye, “Don't pretend like you aren't living well.”

“I'd live better with two legs.”

C’s eyes drifted to the running blade where his right shin should have been, a mixture of concern and regret sliding over her features. “Yeah. You would.”

A flash of sympathy passed through Terry’s eyes. As easily as she could take a life, C had equal respect for it and letting him live below full capacity occasionally haunted her. He held his hands up in mocking, “But I'm totally fine with being a cripple.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to notching an arrow, “To think I almost felt bad for you.”

“You're saying you don't feel bad for the poor boy whose leg you stole?” He clutched at his chest.

“Stole is a strong word,” Her target, an ignorant bird, fell out of the tree with her arrow stuck in its throat, “but if you want, I could make you my Beta right here right now.” It was his turn to roll his eyes as he went to grab the bird.

“Aren't I already your Beta?” Terry tossed her the arrow and sneered at her poor aim while tying the bird to his waist.

She gave him a tired look, “That's not how it works.”

He notched his own arrow, aiming at a bird even further. “And I'm thankful for that every day.” The bright smile accompanying his words caused her to scoff.

“Ha! If you're gonna be such an ass, you can go pick out some cows to kill.”

He smirked and released the arrow, “I thought I wasn't your Beta.”

Her scoff further brightened his smile and then she had to answer, “You're my minion.” His smile slipped off his face immediately.

“Go get my dinner.” She laughed despite his demand, happy to have gotten the upper hand and walked to get the bird.

Terry sighed as he watched her squat down to dust the snow off his prey. She was never going to give it up, but he kind of understood why. More and more humans were changing by the day, and she needed a hand to take care of it all. Most of the time he was able to fill that role, but being weaker than them and missing a leg on top of it didn’t give him many points in their books. Being human during the apocalypse was certainly not easy, but he continued to refuse her bite for reasons she probably understood better than him.

C interrupted his thoughts by handing him the arrow. “Clean shot again. I don’t know how you do that.”

He shrugged and moved back to the previous topic, “Only pick them out? You’re not going to let me kill them?”

The woman furrowed her brows in confusion, searching for the earlier conversation in her mind, “The cows? Of course not. There's too many new Lupi to let a human do it.”

He groaned, “I hate it when newbies kill the cows. So much goes to waste.”

"Then you're in luck!" She shot him finger guns, dropping the dead bird so it dangled from her hip with the two squirrels, "The Lunar New Year is coming up in a week. I'll be doing the killing personally and distributing blood then." C shrugged, "Though if you were my Beta, you could do it yourself."

He sent her a flat look and pointedly ignored her last statement, "I'm on wall duty that night. Save me some please."

She laughed at his obstinance, "Sure. Only a cup though. There's 17 new Lupi I gotta feed plus some of the older ones and any that join in the meantime. That's about…" wiggling her fingers she looked up in thought, "13 bulls? Just in case?"

Terry nodded, putting the bow away, "Sounds right. Can you help me with my hand-to-hand combat?"

Nodding, C placed her bow on the ground next to his. "I don't know why you won't just let me bite you. You'd be a fantastic Beta."

He scoffed internally, fully aware that she knew exactly why he didn't want to be turned, "You only want me to be your Beta because you don't want to be Alpha." He turned a finger on her as she moved into an offensive stance. "And if you bite me, what would be the point of cutting off my leg? It's not like it's going to grow back."

She pursed her lips and sighed, reluctantly admitting that he was indeed right, "Yeah, but at least you'd get a bit more respect from the Lupi ."

"They respect me plenty." She sent a high kick to his face.

"When I'm around." A dodge and a punch to her gut.

"That's all I need." She grabbed his arm, pulled him close and smacked him in the chest with her other hand. The quick succession of moves sent him stumbling back.

C ran her tongue over her teeth in contemplation, eyes brightening at what seemed like a good argument, "If you become my Beta, there's no more wall duty."

He wheezed at her proposal, chest still burning from her hit, "And oh, how tempting that is, but I'll still pass."

"You're so stubborn." She huffed at him.

The amusement didn't leave his face as he responded, "Well, that makes two of us." He settled back into a defensive stance.

A mischievous smile spread across her features, "You sure you’re ready?" Before he could respond, she launched a fist at his face—easily dodgeable, but the motion was meant more for her to vent than anything else.

“How’s your bond been doing lately?” Terry decided to keep the conversation moving, this time smoothly evading her punches, partially to aggravate her further, but he’d never admit that out loud.

Not completely unaware of the younger male’s tactics, C sent him a glare as well as a kick. “He’s…” chewing her tongue, she reached for that part of her that had been around for nearly a decade, “still alive and hasn’t been bitten yet. It feels like…” she furrowed her brows, “he’s moving again.”

Now that caused him to pause, “Again? Wasn’t he moving last week? Was it just a pitstop?”

“I don’t know, Taehyun.” She launched a cheap kick at his gut, succeeding this time.

He coughed, the impact nearly sending him to his knees, and graciously ignored the emphasis on the government name, “Damn.” It took the man a moment before he could respond, “You don’t gotta get pissy about it.”

“If I was actually pissy you'd be—” The rest of her words were cut off when she gasped, crumpling in on herself as if she had been the one who got kicked.

Terry dropped to his knees, pulling her into his arms as he turned her to sit on the frosted ground between his knees. “What happened? Is it him?” His words sounded panicked, and C could feel his arms trembling. Whatever anger she previously held was wiped away in an instant. Between short gasping breaths, her hands moved to his arms, thumbs rubbing in a comforting gesture.

Once she caught her breath, she lightly tapped him on the arm, “Do you have any of my meds?”

“Yes!” He frantically shifted through his pockets, pulling the transparent orange bottle from one on his thigh, “Here.” He twisted the cap off and tipped a pill into his hand.

C grabbed it and tossed it to the back of her tongue, grimacing as it stuck to her throat on the way down. Dry swallowing pills was never fun, but she had gotten somewhat used to it. A trembling hand threaded through her hair, and she took a deep, shaking breath, forcing herself to fully relax into his embrace.

They let a tense silence drift between them before Terry tried to lick his lips, tongue suddenly sticking to the roof of his mouth, “Taking those every time isn't a good idea.” The words came out in a nervous whisper.

She sighed in defeat, “It’s not like I have much more anyway. Frankly I'm surprised they've lasted this long.” Her tongue ran across her bottom lip, “Going off them is gonna suck.”

“Going cold turkey is going to ruin you. You might want to ease off them while you still have some.”

Another sigh, “I don't know if I could handle that.”

His eyes widened, “It's that intense?”

She groaned and yanked on her hair, “It's gotten worse lately. I’m not sure I want to know what they’re doing to him, T.”

Terry cursed under his breath, “If even you can't handle it, I can't imagine how he's able to.”

“What can I say?” C shrugged, “He’s definitely a fighter.” She couldn’t keep the hint of pride out of her voice, but her good mood left as soon as it came. “I don't know what to do, T. Every instinct is screaming at me to go get him, but I can't just up and leave.”

He felt himself relaxing, relieved that she appeared fine, “Seems intense.”

Sensing the tension leave his body, C pulled on his hair bringing his chin to rest on her shoulder. “Just raw instinct to protect and kill and…” a pause—as if debating whether she should say it or not—then, “and fuck.” He let out a short laugh, amused by her sudden desire for decency. She pointedly ignored it. “If I saw him, I don't know what I'd do. Would I jump him? Rip his abuser’s throat out?” Another pause and a cock of her head, “Both?”

Her hand continued to massage his scalp while they sat in a much more comfortable silence, broken by: “What if he's a terrible human being? What if he demands you kill everyone in the compound?”

C choked on her laughter, “That's… rather dark. Is that what your mind's like?”

“Just…” He buried his face into her neck, “answer the question, please?”

She swirled a strand of his hair between her fingers, as if debating whether or not she should really answer the question. Then she sighed, “Well, you better figure out how to take me down while you still can.”

Ignoring the problem with her words, he pulled back, “You'd do that for a guy you've never met before?”

She shrugged, “I'd do that for a guy whose highs and lows I've felt since I was 14.”

“What if he doesn’t want you?”

Another disbelieving laugh, “In that case, my mind would probably break. I'd have to sever the bond before that happened or I'd go full on werewolf.”

Terry hummed in thought, “Is that why you'd do anything for him? To make sure he doesn’t leave you?”

C pursed her lips, considering her reasoning, “Partially, I guess.” She concluded with a shrug. “Most of it is just because I want to feel him happy.”

Another hum, “So, if killing everyone makes him happy…” he trailed off not wanting to say it himself.

“Then I'd kill everyone.” Her reply was instantaneous. He sat back on his ass with a huff, hands bracing himself, and legs flinging out around her. “Sorry,” she shifted off him, giving him space to take off the running blade, “is your leg ok?”

He rubbed the stump just below his knee and nodded in affirmation. “Just phantom pain.”

“Your ankle again?” Another nod. She sighed and grabbed his blade, moving under his right arm to lift him into a standing position. Though he could certainly manage on his own, she rarely let him, and he had moved past arguing over it a long time ago. At least he was able to talk her out of princess carrying him every time his blade came off—that was a conversation his embarrassment had done well to suppress.

They hobbled over to the giant tree stump where she sat him down and kneeled in front of him. Practiced hands pulled the layers of fabric from around his stump and massaged the skin at the bottom.

Terry sighed at the feeling, staring into the trees above them as she continued her ministrations. “Would you kill me?” He tried to keep the words to himself—truly—but curiosity was eating him alive and before he knew it they left his lips.

C’s fingers stilled, an amused smile tilting her eyes into crescents. There was no way in hell she’d let someone else kill him—let alone doing it herself—but telling him that would give him even more reasons to be a snide bastard, and she didn’t think he deserved the satisfaction. “I'd give you time to run.”

Still watching the branches sway above their heads, he narrowed his eyes in thought, “How much time?”

She tried to keep the laughter out of her voice, “A minute?”

He sighed, oblivious to her pleasure, and began to bargain, “Make it two.”

“One and a half.” C grabbed his stump socks from where they laid inside out on the ground, “But I’ll close my eyes first.”

Terry fixed her with a blank look, before sighing again, “I’ll take it.”

She laughed, sliding the fabric back over his leg. “For what it's worth, I don't expect him to be like that.”

“How comforting.” He deadpanned as the woman grabbed his running blade to slot his stub back into.

The prosthetic suctioned to him with a whoosh of air and C rolled the rest of its sleeve up his leg and under his shorts. “Considering I have a first-row seat to his mind; you should find that very comforting.”

“You have a remarkable amount of faith in humanity.” He tested the blade to check its fit, more out of habit than need.

“Nope,” she stood up and offered a hand to the younger man, “just faith in him.”

He grabbed it with a roll of his eyes, “Faith in a guy you’ve never met before.”

She let out a defeated snort, heaving him to his feet, “Has anyone ever told you you’re remarkably negative?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re remarkably positive?” He countered.

Shrugging, she went back to where they had left their bows, “Even on Pros, the Were could take over my mind if I let it.” She bent to dust them off and place them back on the stand. “Staying positive is just a countermeasure. Having a pack helps too though.” She added with a nod.

“Speaking of which,” He tugged at the prey around his waist to make sure they were still attached, “should I go get Kai?”

C shook her head, “No, it's ok. I'll go to him. He and Beah should be in the old greenhouse.”

“Speaking of which, we should go see them while there’s still daylight.” She took a glance at the setting sun and hummed in agreement. Instead of heading for the exit, she beelined to the shed standing on the other side of the field. “Where are you going?”

“To get the golf cart.” She shot him a smile over her shoulder, “I’m feeling lazy today.”

Terry laughed but didn’t protest. Judging by the height of the sun there would be about an hour left of daylight, and he sure as hell didn't want to spend it sprinting five miles up the compound. He reasoned that it wasn't because he hated cardio, but because adjusting his running blade for actual running was a pain in the ass.

Definitely not because he hated cardio.

He didn’t bother following C, knowing she would bring the cart to him without complaint. And bring it she did. The rickety old plow attached to its front knocking against the ground every few seconds. Terry could already feel irritation tickling the back of his brain, but he did his best to ignore the sensation—missing a ride was not worth an hour or two of cardio.

He hopped into the vehicle, grabbing the vertical bar in front of him for some semblance of stability, while C directed the cart to rattle off at a pace slightly faster than a jog. Seeing as it would take a while, he let his thoughts drift off.

The beginning of the apocalypse had been brutal. When the USA called a hard shut on its borders, he, his group mates, and a bunch of other Korean artists were essentially stranded. What was supposed to be a thrilling, but exhausting, time at KCON LA quickly turned into something that still gave him nightmares.

They had holed up in their hotel room for the first few weeks, watching the news in horror as they witnessed the world burn—both literally and figuratively.

Riots spread faster than the California wildfires, but food within the hotel building was growing scarcer. Determined to keep the boys from starving, their staff ventured out in pairs. More often than not, only one returned until eventually no one did.

It was a mere six weeks into the end of the world when their manager decided to go out for food. Terry remembered pleading with him, begging him to not go, but everyone was hungry. Kai 's stomach had rumbled at the most inopportune time and that made up the older man's mind. Tensions were high and Terry snapped. He screamed at their youngest—not his best look—asking him why he couldn't have just held it in. Looking back, it wasn't fair to the boy. Everyone was hungry and someone's stomach was bound to grumble eventually, driving their manager to search for food outside the building.

At the time, though, Terry felt it was justified. The eldest members did not. Soobin took him to the side while Yeonjun wrapped his arms around a crying Kai. To his credit, Soobin didn't snap at the younger boy, merely explaining to him why his anger was uncalled for. Reluctantly he apologized, seeing the logic and feeling it were two different things.

Their guardian had nearly made it back. Hearing his voice accompanying the knock on their door caused them to burst into tears and they rushed to pull it open—only to find a Lupus tearing his neck open.

Soobin was the first to move. He shoved his band mates back, snatched the bag of food from their manager's slipping grip, and slammed the door shut with a determination even he didn't think he had. Of course, the other four yelled at him, but he tuned them out. His priority had always been them.

His head had whipped around the room looking for something to block the door with. He swiftly spotted an old chair and sprinted to get it under the doorknob. Just in time too, if the slamming against the door was any indication.

It was then that everything felt real.

Terry could barely remember the sequence of events that followed, vaguely recalling Soobin's command to eat before they snuck out the window and onto the fire escape. They moved slowly, safety being their number one priority, but there was no way they could all stay safe.

It happened in the middle of a street.

Yeonjun had seen a convenience store that seemed to be relatively intact, but there was no way to get to it without venturing out into the open road. Unanimously the group decided it would be safer to sprint. And sprint they did.

What they couldn't have foreseen was the hoard of werewolves appearing out of nowhere, charging them from both sides of the street. It was then that one of them swiped Kai's arm.

No matter how hard he tried, Terry would never forget the heart wrenching scream their youngest let out as the Were's bite tore into his shoulder. Soobin stumbled and that time it was Yeonjun who had to lead them.

The eldest members of TXT managed to get to the convenience store without harm, but the damage had already been done. Soobin was a mess, Yeonjun barely holding it together enough to comfort him. Terry flopped to the ground with a haunted expression, leaving Beomgyu to scramble for something that would keep the door shut, though it wouldn't do much good–the walls of their new safe house were almost entirely glass.

Then suddenly the beasts' attention shifted. With only Beomgyu paying attention, a force swept across the street, shooting arrows at any Were in their path. Terry wouldn't find out until years later that it was the HHL. A very small HHL, still in its infancy, but reeking of an all-too-familiar power.

It turned out that they had been combing through the country for individuals ranking at the top of their respective fields. Their goal this time was a particular physiatrist that was rumored to be hiding somewhere in the area.

Terry still couldn't remember exactly what happened, but when he came to, there was no sign of Weres… or of Kai. The remaining boys began to freak out, wanting to at least bury their friend. Beomgyu had taken a moment to breathe, eyes still fixated on the far end of the road.

She took him.

They froze.

It could have been seconds or minutes, but then the yelling began. So many questions swirled about their heads, but it was all he could say, repeating the words over and over as if to comfort himself.

Eventually they gave up, resigning themselves to the fate of never knowing if their youngest was dead or alive. As things turned out, Kai likely had the kindest outcome of them all (something Terry would be forever grateful for, if not a bit jealous), but in that moment they felt as if their world was collapsing. The real world, however, didn’t stop turning just because theirs had ended.

They weren’t safe in the store for long, merely an hour passing before a gang rode up. Scrambling for the exit, the boys barely made it out without being seen. They heard glass crashing behind them, a sound that still sent adrenaline flooding through Terry’s veins.

Most of the following events were a complete blank, but sometime later, he found himself curled up with Beomgyu in a nondescript alleyway of the city—Yeonjun and Soobin nowhere to be found. That’s when they were caught.

A group of men bigger than them came around the corner faster than the boys could react. Even before they could cry, gun barrels were pressed painfully to their skulls, forcing their faces into the ground. The gang shouted at them demanding a response, but they were too shaken to translate and too smothered to respond even if they could. Terry could hear Beomgyu’s sobs, his own tears threatening to spill over. A hand replaced the gun, yanking his face up to meet his assailant’s. From the corner of his eye, he could see his older friend in the same position.

They’re pretty.

Despite his spinning mind, the unspoken threat in the man’s words made his blood run cold. With a screech he yanked his head out of the aggressor’s hand, landing hard on his rear, and scrambled to run away. His attempt was cut short, however, and he was dragged across the alley floor by his ankle. Limbs thrashing, he felt his fingers brush up against something sharp. Grabbing it, he barely paused before he slashed the glass shard across his face.

The gang’s shouting got louder at his action, and they dropped him. He didn’t have time to process their words. Moving on pure instinct, the brunette launched himself at Beomgyu, first slashing at the hands that held his friend, then going for the elder boy’s face. He was too late.

One of the men behind Beomgyu grabbed his collar before the makeshift blade could touch him and a kick landed on Terry’s gut, sending him to the ground.

It was then that he blacked out. Sometime later he found himself in a hospital bed, bandaged and Beomgyu-less, but alive. A nurse pulled back his curtain a moment after and informed him that he had been saved by the Alliance.

The Alliance would become both his haven and his ruin. The organization was more like a gang in how they operated—or at least how Terry assumed a gang operated. For a while, they saw him as a valuable asset. He picked up new skills faster than anyone else could and soon turned into their star sniper. Two years into the apocalypse, they assigned him a job in Vancouver—a job that could have him living in luxury if executed correctly.

His target? Terry glanced to his left, taking in C’s sharp features being illuminated by the setting sun. “What?”

He shook his head, looking forward again, “Nothing.”

The Alliance had gotten wind that the second in command of the HHL would be traveling to Vancouver to recruit another elite—and they wanted that elite. A man specializing in cold weapons was highly sought after and, with their dwindling supply of gunpowder, firearms were getting more and more risky to maintain.

So, they sent him.

Three weeks later his team was halfway to their lookout when they got swarmed. He shouldn’t have been so surprised when they ran—the Alliance always had that every man for himself mentality—but even so he couldn’t contain his shock.

He remembered closing his eyes, feeling the werewolf claws sink into his arms, the teeth in his ankle, and then… nothing. A whoosh of wind blew past his ear and his eyes flew open to see a tall woman sliding towards him on her knees, serrated machete poised to kill. In a display of strength, he hadn’t thought physically possible, the blade sliced straight through his upper calf, slicing the limb clear off. Without waiting for a response, another person hurried onto the scene.

At that point his mind was a blur, both from pain and from a lack of sleep, but he could have sworn the man said something about a “blood-crazy bitch” before he drifted off into oblivion.

Terry chuckled under his breath and C looked at him, “What are you laughing at?”

He smiled, “Blood-crazy bitch.”

Her eyes turned back to the road in front of them, a smirk on her face. “Awe, you were thinking of me?”

“When am I not?”

She gave him a dead look, but the golf cart pulled up to the old greenhouse before she said anything.

“Alpha!” The door slammed open as Kai sped towards C, throwing himself into her arms. No matter how many times it happened, Terry could never get over how easy it seemed for her to catch the taller man’s full body weight. Though most of it was certainly supernatural, he’d witnessed on multiple occasions how hard she worked for her strength. Not that she’d ever acknowledge it, but he knew.

“Hi Kai!” She greeted him with a butterfly kiss, the younger Lupus melting from the display of affection. Terry groaned and walked through the greenhouse entrance, ignoring a muted comment about his hypocrisy. They followed behind him after a moment.

“Do you know where Beah is?” He wasn’t impatient, but he didn’t want to waste any more time than he had to, seeing as the humans' festival was nearing full swing.

Kai hummed, “She’s over by the cauliflower.” The older man nodded, beginning the walk to the top left corner of the building.

C hung back to walk hand in hand with Kai. Though he had always been a touchy person, the change seemed to have upped its intensity. When Terry asked the Alpha, she chalked it up to the boy’s Omega status. More questioning ensued and at the end he came away with two points. One; being Omega meant that they didn't have a soul bond. Two; knotting wasn’t something Alphas did.

That last point he really could have gone without knowing, but when C was in a sharing mood there wasn’t much stopping her. In all honesty, he knew more about Lupi than most Lupi did, but with his position as acting Beta, it wasn’t too much of a surprise.

“Have you given any thought to binding into the pack?” C asked Kai, pulling Terry from his thoughts.

“I have. I don’t know if I want to though.” Terry thought it was stupid to avoid a pack bind as an Omega. Though most Lupi would figure out their class on their 20th birthday, Alphas and Omegas knew from the start what they were. Denying a pack bond as an Omega would leave Kai on Prosorinos for the rest of his life and relying on a drug whose direct translation literally meant ‘temporary’ didn’t seem like the brightest idea.

“Well you could always find someone specific to bind to instead.” C tilted her head in thought but was interrupted by Beah calling her name.

Hurrying over the larger female saw her much smaller companion struggling under a bag of soil. She grabbed it with one hand, relieving Beah of its weight. “Thanks. Could you put it on that table over there?” C hummed in affirmation and placed it gently on the workbench her companion pointed to. Beah dusted her palms off and climbed onto the makeshift step stool made out of a wooden plank suspended between two upturned, five-gallon buckets. Now just barely looking down on C’s intimidating height, she addressed the younger woman, “Was there something you needed help with?”

“Two things, actually. Do you know how the power facility is doing? And I’m in need of a Pros shot now if you need me to go check on the facility tomorrow.”

Beah clapped and hopped back off her makeshift bench, walking over to a half height fridge and pulling something out of it. She returned with a needle in hand and motioned for C to roll up her sleeves. A command C quickly complied with, exposing the veins in her right forearm to the experienced nurse. Terry watched as the liquid gradually disappeared into his friend’s body, her eyes lighting up with a blue overtone before going back to their typical hazel-green color when the tube had emptied. No matter how many times he saw that, he could never get over the creepy factor.

The petite black woman pulled the needle out and pressed a cotton ball (that seemed to spawn from nowhere) to the puncture wound. An unnecessary gesture since Lupi always healed quickly, but one that was appreciated, nonetheless. Sure enough, when C removed the fluff seconds later, there was no more evidence of her injection. “I definitely need you on that power run. We’ve been getting some weird readings, and though it might just be the wild boars chewing through wires, I want you to check it out for yourself.” Her movements stilled for a moment. “Take a few electricians with you as well. If it is the boars, we’ll need to repair what we can.”

C nodded in agreement, but Terry could see the disbelief flit over her features. Beah hadn’t been out of the compound in years (neither had he, but C spoke often enough about her ventures) and clearly didn’t know how the facility was set up. A topic for another time though. “Speaking of the boars, Terry needs some leather for gloves, and I have a few Lupi that are missing the taste of pigs blood. Mind if I kill one?”

Beah waved a delicate, dirt-covered hand and turned back to the workbench. “Do what you want.” Terry refused to look at the obviously antagonizing stare C shot him. He should have known. If C stayed out of human business, she was free to do as she pleased. Once again he was thankful she was on his side. “Did you need anything, Terry?” The human jolted as Beah directed her attention onto him, a gentleness in her voice not present when speaking to the Alpha.

“Uh, no. Just the leather thing.” He cursed his nerves and hoped the words came out more confident than they sounded in his head. Judging by the poorly concealed smirk on C’s face, however, they did not. If Beah noticed, she gracefully declined to comment, sparing his feelings at least a tad.

Despite her silent teasing, C wrapped an arm over his shoulders and gave them an out, “Alright! We’re gonna go now. I’ll head off at dawn with a small team. Bai Bai, Kai!” She turned him around and called to Beah as they headed out, “Be back by noon!” Beah grunted in acknowledgement and waved them off. “You're hopeless.” This particular comment was mercifully whispered into his ear. Even so it sent a flush running down his neck. He shoved her off before sprinting to the golf cart, something he definitely should not have done without adjusting the height of his running blade first. C politely disregarded his near wipe out and followed at a slower pace to give him some space.

The ride to the community center was silent except for the increasingly rowdy crowd of humans swarming to the community center, prepared for a night of drinks and unwinding without worrying about Lupi.

Twice a year most of the Lupinas would go into heat at roughly the same time. This year the first heat wave was just before the Lunar celebration was set to take place. During the time when most Lupi were confined to the West Quarters, the humans had their own celebrations–mostly just dancing and copious amounts of booze—that helped them ignore the bigger problems of the apocalypse.

Starting tonight, Terry wouldn’t be allowed into the West Quarters. It was a rule C imposed on him after the first time he’d almost been jumped by a mob of horny Lupinas. Not that he would mind the sex part, but the biting part was a strict no for him. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to be turned. Bond or not, he wouldn’t feel a thing as a human, so if she ever came along, he’d have to fall in love with her first.

Amid his thoughts, the cart pulled up to where most of the HHL’s humans had congregated. “Your stop, T.” He hopped off, blade taking the impact, and turned to disappear into the crowd. "Wait!" Her shout had him turning back only to get a wad of fur to his face. "Don't forget your dinner and don’t get too trashed and- and make sure you get to bed, ok?” He sent her a noncommittal wave.

He was going to get wasted. There’d be no C telling him what to do. No Beah and her—totally not—intimidating presence. He was going to enjoy this. Never mind the inevitable call to C in the afternoon when he awoke and the scolding that would follow. For right now, there were no authorities to shove a stick up his ass, and he was going to relish it.

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Yes, Baby [M] Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x Fem!Reader Tags: 3.8k, Roommate!AU, F2L, Smut, Fluff, Humor. Summary: Getting caught physically fantasizing about your roommate is the worst thing you could possibly imagine but Soonyoung thinks differently.

Warnings: [Explicit Sexual Content 18+] masturbation (f), sex toy use (vibrator), unprotected sex (m/f), audible voyeurism?, teasing, mild dirty talk, breast play, little bit of body worship, lots and lots of kissing because hoshi is a simp above all else, language, perf unit got mad jokes.

Thursday is probably your favorite day of the week.

It’s your day off and also the one day a week your roommate is out for almost the entire day, opting to spend practically all waking hours in the dance studio approximately twenty minutes from the apartment. It gave you the freedom to do anything you damn well pleased without interruption and that….included yourself.

Normally, you tried to be quiet, discreet, muffling yourself in the pillows as you drove yourself over the edge with the same person in mind that you were hiding from. It was a maddening cycle of pretending you were unaffected by the way Soonyoung always called you baby, or the way he walked around the apartment wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a smile, and then waiting until you said goodnight, parting ways before you ran to your bedroom to part your thighs and picture that smile between them.

You were still in bed when Soonyoung left this morning. He’d walked right in, per usual, and dropped a kiss to your hair, letting you know he’d be back later...or something like that. You were still asleep, hardly managing a grunt when he chuckled at your lack of response. He could have told you the world was ending and you still wouldn’t have budged.

It was a quarter past nine when you finally rolled out of bed, literally, barely getting your feet under you before trying to stand with your eyes still glued shut. They don’t open until you’ve been standing at the sink, brushing your teeth for what feels like ten minutes. You blink a few times, taking in your own appearance.

Your eyes immediately fix on Soonyoung’s shirt, the one he took directly off his body and thrust into your hands last night. You’d both gone to dinner with a few friends and in the middle of him telling a ridiculously animated story, he’d accidentally knocked his drink over and totally ruined your shirt. He’d fussed over you endlessly, apologizing every two minutes until you’d gotten into his car. He tore his own shirt off and passed it over, ordering you to change out of your wet one.

It still smells like his cologne and that alone makes you groan in frustration. You finish washing away the last remnants of sleep and wander out into the kitchen. The tile is cold under your bare feet as you pad over to the fridge finding a bright orange sticky note that reads, ‘Drank the last of the milk, will pick some up on the way home- xx Hoshi’. You chuckle at the tiny, poorly drawn hearts and leave it there, pulling the door open to find something else to eat.

A few hours later, you’re sunken into the couch, half watching the television, half your attention dedicated to scrolling through your socials until a familiar video on instagram pops up. Soonyoung’s account is mostly selfies and pictures of you taken entirely off guard but every once in a while, he’ll post a video of a new choreo he’s working on and this particular clip has haunted you ever since he posted it last week.

Black t-shirt, black sweats, platinum hair wet and sticking to his forehead. It’s not that you’re unfamiliar with the sight of him in the studio. You’ve been there. You’ve seen him dance in person. There is just something about this video...the way he looks, the way he moves…

It takes all of fifteen seconds for you to grab your cell phone and run back to your bedroom.

You crack the door closed but don’t quite shut it in your haste, not that it matters anyway when you’re home alone. You set the phone on your bedside table with the video still playing, sensual music filling your room softly as you open the bottom drawer and pull out your vibrator. The bright blue silicone reminds you mockingly that you’ll never have the real thing, but it’s happy to let you pretend. You flop back against your pillows before shimmying out of your panties and press a button that brings the toy to life.

Teasing strokes through your folds cause an airy sigh to pass your lips and the video restarts just out of reach. You can still picture it in your head, the entire choreography ingrained in the forefront of your mind. The way he rolls his hips and grinds into the floor during the chorus, it makes your head spin and you dip the tip of your toy inside, testing the stretch before pushing it far enough in to stimulate your clit with the press of another button.

Your hips jolt upwards with the shock of vibrations and you release a pathetic moan. Using your free hand, you push Soonyoung’s shirt up until both your breasts are exposed before you start massaging and teasing, imagining his hands on your body. His pretty lips pressing against your skin, perfect teeth tugging at your nipples before sucking them in his mouth to play with you. The spring in your gut coils tighter and tighter as you continue, vivid imagination distracting you from anything other than your building pleasure.

That’s how you miss the sound of the front door opening and four people entering, some dropping onto the couch to press ‘continue watching’ for whatever you’d had on Netflix while the others raided the kitchen. Soonyoung laughed at the way his friends made themselves comfortable and let them know he’d be right back after giving you a head’s up that they were all there since you hadn’t responded to his texts.

He’s almost to your door when he hears it. A low, desperate moan floats into the hallway and he freezes in his tracks. Soonyoung knows exactly what you’re doing and he has no idea how to proceed. Your door is open, not enough for him to see you but surely wide enough that if the tv was not playing in the living room...the other’s would definitely hear you but if he closed it, you’d know that he caught you.

A second later, the sound of his name falling from your lips makes him blink rapidly. He thinks he must have imagined it but you say it again, “ahh, Soonyoung...please…”

He hasn’t a single rational thought before he’s closing and locking your bedroom door behind him. He crossed half-way to you before you notice him but right as you open your mouth to scream he lunges the distance and covers it with one hand. “Shhh! It’s ok! It’s just me!”

Your eyes are huge as you stare up at him in shock, the only sounds are that of the video still playing on an infinite loop and the sound of your vibrator shoved deep in your pussy. Neither of you say a word, heavily breathing and staring at one another like you have no idea what to do next. You’re thinking of packing your bags and moving somewhere far away from civilization. Secluded enough to ensure you never get caught like this ever again but Soonyoung…

His eyes fall to your breasts, still exposed, nipples stiff and underappreciated in the cool air of the room. It’s really a shame they’re not being lavished with more attention, he thinks. At home between warm, wet lips. He licks his own, suddenly aware that he has them and they would be perfect for the job.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” You suddenly say and Soonyoung’s eyes drag slowly back up to your face.

“AC was broken in the studio,” He mumbles in a daze, “You were saying my name.”

“I…” You fumble, attempting to bury yourself into the covers but you jostle the vibrator just right and your words turn to whimpers with your roommate staring down at you in fascination.

You quickly jab at the buttons with your thumb, turning the toy off and moving to withdraw it but Soonyoung’s hand shoots out and grabs your wrist until your fingers loosens their grip. He gently moves your hand to the side and takes the handle of the vibe in his own, pushing a button to bring it back to life. You lock eyes with him as he pushes it all the way back into you, gently pulsing it in and out while he finds a setting he’s content with.

“Is this what you do when I’m gone?” He asks, tone noticeably lower than before. “You play with your pussy and call out my name when I’m not around, is that it?”

“Hosh- ah!” Your words are cut short when his free hand comes up to cup your breast, massaging the flesh roughly. Words die on your lips as he hushes you, plump lips pouting teasingly.

“That’s not fair, baby,” He whispers just before he shuts off the vibe completely and pulls it from your sopping core. “If you’re going to pretend I’m the one touching you, I should at least get an invitation, right?”

When you don’t answer, he pinches a nipple and you arch off the bed. “You’re not gonna talk now? You’ll only beg for me when I can’t hear it?”

“You’re literally not even supposed to be here right now! Every Thursday, you spend the entire day in the studio and I-,” Your mouth snaps shut as you realize how you basically just admitted to memorizing his schedule so you could get naked and fantasize about him in peace.

The smile on his lips is one you don’t think you’ve ever been witness to and you whine as he steps back from the bed but then he surprises you again and begins stripping off everything but his tight briefs and it’s then that he notices your phone. He picks it up and smirks at the video playing on repeat before gently setting it back down and turning the volume up a notch or two.

You’re looking up at him in anticipation, a chill running down your spine as you look him over. Firm muscle under soft skin you want to sink your teeth in greets your eager gaze as he rounds the bed, standing near the foot of it. “I realize I should have asked before I took my clothes off,” He smiles awkwardly, “But baby, can I please do the sexy tango with you?”

“How are you going to literally fuck me with my own vibrator, dirty talk down to me, and then refer to fucking as the ‘sexy tango’?” You scoff at him, mirth dancing in your eyes.

Soonyoung laughs loudly, leaning a little more weight onto the bed, “Is that a yes?”

“You’re insane, but yes,” You wave him forward with an eye roll, “You’re already half-naked and I’m embarrassed but ridiculously horny. So, yeah, sexy tango or whatever. Let’s dance.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” He mutters under his breath, tearing off his underwear before literally pouncing on top of your body in the bed, immediately wrapping one of your thighs around his waist. He rubs his warm hand up and down the expanse of your leg, squeezing every few seconds. “Your thighs are so sexy. They’re so soft,” He groans, rolling his hips against you, “Every time you let me lay my head in your lap on the couch I want to bury my fucking face between them.”

His words make your body hot all over but he doesn’t give you room to speak or even breathe as he dives in and kisses you messily, tongue and teeth clashing in pure carnal desire. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined being naked, in your bed, tangled up with your roommate but here he is with his tongue down your throat and hands on your body greedily kneading and stroking any ounce of skin he can reach.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Soonyoung groans out against your throat in the same breath he slots his cock between your folds, pressing forward with little resistance. “Tell me what you like,” His voice falls away into another loud moan as he draws his hips back and thrusts them forward languidly, “I’ll do whatever you want, even the weird shit. I will give you literally anything.”

It’s impossible not to snort at the fact that no matter how hot Soonyoung is, he is still the same idiot you’re usually groaning about being friends with in the first place. That’s the real reason you have this big, fat, stupid crush on him anyway.

“I like...I l-like,” It’s also impossible to think straight when he’s dragging his cock back and forth at this slow, deep pace he seems to like so much. “Fuck, Hoshi...you could do whatever the fuck you wanted and I’d probably last all of three minutes so just- christ,” You voice breaks off in a sharp moan when he thrusts in a little harder, switching up the tempo, “Do whatever you want. I can take it.”

He swiftly pulls out and flips you over with lightning fast reflexes before hooking an arm under your hips and dragging you up on all fours. You don’t have a half a second to be sad about feeling empty because he’s pushing right back into you without stopping. “Respectfully, I’m blowing your back the fuck out for having the audacity to keep this pussy and all your little fantasies to yourself.”

His hand cracks down on your ass so hard that your scream from the shock of it and your arms tremble beneath the weight of your body. If he second guesses himself, the way you clench around his length reassures him that you’re just as turned on by the slap as he is and he does it again to the opposite side before he takes your hips in both hands and begins a brutal pace that leaves you clutching onto the bed sheets for dear life as loud moans and whimpers that border on sobbing leave your parted lips.

“Should have made a fucking move forever ago, just like Seungcheol said,” Hoshi grunts out, pounding into your hips relentlessly while his right hand still rubs and kneads at your ass cheek, “He said you were into me and I told him he was out of his mind because you were too- fuck,” He crushes your hip in his left hand, positioning up into your heat with an loud groan, “...Too fucking perfect for my dumb ass in the first place but you love me anyways, don’t you baby?”

Your desperate chorus of affirmation comes out muffled against the mattress after all the strength in your arms up and left your body. The sharp angle had Soonyoung plowing into your g-spot none too gently and suddenly everything was too overwhelming. You were moaning obscenely and Soonyoung was no better as he frantically shouted over all the noise, “I’m gonna come, where can I come?”

“Inside, inside, inside!” You cry, the sound so wanton and depraved it sends both of you over the edge at the same time.

Warmth floods your body and it zings with energy for what feels like an eternity until Soonyoung folds over you in exhaustion, surprising you when his lips ghost over your spine, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

The sound of his voice, a little raspy and overused, loosens a chuckle. “Can’t feel my legs, Hosh.”

“Right, right,” He snickers, sitting up off of you. He takes extra care to pull out gently before easing your hips back down to the bed and turning you over. He smiles down at your face, burning with a sudden wave of shyness. “You look so pretty right now.”

You tug a pillow over your face and laugh, “Stop it! There is no way I don’t look like a hot mess right now.”

“I’m serious,” He pries the pillow away, looking down at you with his signature smile, “You’re always gorgeous but right now, you’re a goddess. I’ll keep you in this bed all fucking day until you believe me”

You scrunch your nose, a smile twitching at your lips. “I’m not opposed to that idea but I need food first.”

Soonyoung’s eyes suddenly light up. “I totally forgot,” He dropped his head against your chest, laughing to himself before looking back up at you, “I brought food home with me. Obviously, I was distracted and forgot all about it. We can take a food break.”

“A food break,” You huff out under your breath in amusement. “Yeah, okay. Let’s eat.”

Soonyoung moves to sit up but he stops midway and leans down with a soft look on his face. His eyes meet yours briefly before they dip down to your lips and he brings his face closer, kissing you tenderly for the first time. It only lasts maybe three or four seconds but when he pulls away it feels as though something has shifted. His cheeks are flushed as he takes your hands to help pull you up.

“Are you okay? I can help you clean up if you need me,” He asks sweetly, hands braced and prepared to catch you should you go sprawling out of bed. It’s cute and you laugh.

“I’m okay,” You tell him, standing on your own two feet, “You made good on the whole ‘Blow your back out’ thing but I think I can handle the bathroom on my own. Go heat up the food, I’ll meet you out there.”

Soonyoung nods and grabs his clothes, quickly throwing them back on. He grabs the door handle but turns around at the last second, grabbing your face in both hands to lean down and kiss you again. He pulls away and second later with the biggest smile. “Get used to that,” He turns the handle and cracks the door open, “I had a hard enough time trying to keep my hands off of you before all this.”

“I think I’ll live,” You wink at him, grabbing your clothes and a clean pair of panties to take with you to the bathroom. “Go, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Soonyoung grins, heading out the door and around the corner while you sneak off to the bathroom across the hallway. You relieve and freshen yourself up, giggling as you brush your hair. You had to stifle full on laughter at the absurdity of it all. It could pass as a very vivid dream had it not been for the hickies littered around the base of your throat or the phantom touch of eager hands. You quickly redressed and left the bathroom, stomach rumbling in anticipation of food but…

Why are there voices? Multiple? And.... laughter? In your living room?

You slowly wander down the hallway and around the corner, peeking out into the open space to find your worst nightmare. Your friends, who also happen to be a part of Soonyoung’s dance company, Jun, Chan, and Minghao are all spread out around the table in your living room, half eaten to-go boxes littering the surface.

You’re about to run right back to your bedroom when Minghao snickers, “Oh, she’s alive after all. Thought you were in a coma or something.”

You practically float out from behind the wall. “Oh...hey guys...”

Soonyoung is still digging into his food when you stop a few feet away but he pauses, looking at you curiously, “Come sit down, baby. Food’s still hot.”

The boys watch you with barely contained amusement as you skirt around them, falling into the seat next to your roomie turned...well, you weren’t sure. You squeak in surprise when Soonyoung hooks an arm under your knees, swinging your legs into his lap before placing a box of noodles in your hands. “Eat.”

“When uh...when did you guys get here?” You stutter out, twirling the noodles around the container absently.

Jun snorts, tilting his head to the side innocently, “Same as Hoshi.”

Chan looks between Jun and Minghao with a little nod, “Yeah, so like...I don’t know, twenty? Thirty minutes?”

“However long you two spent fucking each other’s brains out in the other room,” Minghao comments offhandedly and you choke on the bite of food you mistakenly put in your mouth.

Soonyoung has the decency to look embarrassed as he pats your back and shoots a glare at the others who are entirely unaffected. “That’s none of your business.”

“You made it our business!” Chan laughs incredulously, “How were we supposed to ignore how fucking loud you guys were? The whole complex knows what you were doing in there!”

“Not to mention the fact that you went to check on her and disappeared for half an hour,” Jun cackles, “You literally invited us over.”

“Unlocked the door and everything,” Minghao adds.

Chan shrugs, “You drove me here, dude.”

You set your food down on the table and swat Soonyoung’s worrying hands away, “You meant to tell me, that you knew they were here the whole time and didn’t think to give me a heads up?”

Soonyoung looks like a deer in headlights as you glare at him. He puts his container down as well and holds his hands up placatingly, “Baby, to be fair...I was caught off guard. We got here and I came by your room to let you know we were home but then I heard you moaning my name and...and- you’re the one who left the door open! How the hell was I supposed to remember anything before that?!”

“Soonyoung!” You cry in indignation, burying your face in both hands.

He stutters for a better explanation then whips his head around, “OK- but if you knew what we were doing why did you stay? Jun’s car is here. You could have left at any time!”

“And miss the show?” Minghao arches a pretty manicured brow. You toss a flimsy drink coaster at him that he swiftly catches and tosses back with a smirk.

“Also,” Jun chimes in, “Didn’t want the food to get cold.”

“You guys are the worst,” You groan, shaking your head though a bit of laughter slips past your lips until everyone else joins in. “This is close friends on a whole new level.”

“We could be closer if you want,” Chan jokingly suggests and Soonyoung immediately leans over as Chan tries to squirm away laughing but the older boy latches onto his forearm with an iron grip.

“The only thing you’re getting closer to,” He tugs Chan’s arm, making him topple over before leaning down to whisper in his ear, “...is me..breaking your arm.”

Soonyoung’s never been good at sharing anything, unless it’s with you. He was never actually that fond of sharing you with his friends to begin with but he got over that when he saw how well you all got along and how happy they made you. It seems as though the process is starting all over again with the newest development in your physical relationship.

He’s going to have to learn to share all over again.

“Hoshi,” You admonish him with a delicate laugh. Jun’s still too invested in his food to help and Hao, never one to break up a good fight, just giggles at the interaction.

“Yes, baby?” He utters sweetly, still glaring at his best friend he has locked in a vice grip.

“Let him go,” You snort, reaching over to tug a strand of his hair lightly.

Soonyoung melts into your touch, dropping the younger boy carelessly to the floor with a thud. “Yes, baby.”

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amerrierworld · 4 years ago

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Little Songbird (pt 2)

Part 1: x

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu becomes addicted to your voice and wants to hear you… sing some more.

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,870

Warnings: The Smut Chapter~

Over the next few days, Lady Dimitrescu barely caught a glance of you. Either you were overworking yourself, or avoiding her. The thought made her bristle with annoyance, mostly aimed at herself. Had she scared you off?

Down below in the servants’ quarters, you tried your best not to pay attention to the rush of heat that went through your body every time you remembered Lady Dimitrescu’s lingering gaze on you.

You hadn’t seen her, or frankly you had tried avoiding her. You kept to your duties, overworking yourself, distracting yourself, wondering if what you felt was unholy. Wondering if she felt the same.

“Lady Dimitrescu has asked you to clean her personal study,” the head housemaid said one day in the kitchens. You paled a little, nearly dropping the plate you were drying off.

“..Oh?”

“You’re to go there after dinner tonight.” She was absent-mindedly polishing some of the silverware at the counter, not noticing how you had reacted. “The Lady will run you through what’s needed.”

“She.. she’ll be there?”

“Yes, of course," she replied, “she’d never let any of us in by ourselves. I would know.”

She definitely would. It was only her that would ever be allowed in Lady Dimitrescu’s study to clean. But she didn’t seem to mind it was you who was on that duty tonight... you dreaded the massive list of things you would probably have to do. Was this a punishment?

“Clean yourself up before you go.” She eyed your dirtied apron and ashy skirt. “No use if you're just going to mess up what you’ll be cleaning.”

And so, with fresh clothes and your face scrubbed clean of grease, you made your way up through the castle levels to get to the study. On the way, you heard faint buzzing down the hall.

You turned to see dark robes disappearing around the corner, and suddenly the dimly-lit hallway was a lot more ominous and foreboding than before. Hurrying down the direction you needed to go, you tried not to drop any of your supplies as your heart-rate picked up.

Just around the corner, you kept thinking, just a little further and-

“Boo!”

You shrieked, shock coursing through your body in a split second as Miss Daniela appeared right in your face when you turned the last corner. Her bloodied mouth split into a wide, cunning smile at your reaction, your face flushing red in embarrassment and sudden fear.

“Oh, now that was fun, wasn’t it?” she cackled, circling around you with the curiosity of a feline, far too close for comfort, “I haven't seen you up here before.”

The water in your bucket had managed to spill over the side in your jump, and you felt your stockings and shoes soaking through. You grimaced at the feeling and Miss Daniela could only giggle.

She tugged at your hair like a bratty younger sibling as she disappeared in a swarm of insects that buzzed around your head, calling after you,

“Have fun~”

You felt the water squish in your shoes as you walked the last few steps towards the intimidating double-doors of Lady Dimitrescu’s personal study.

It wasn’t anything like the last study you had cleaned. It felt massive to you- everything must have been custom made for her. The chairs, the desk, the bookcase. You’d have to do some real climbing to clean all the nooks and crannies in here.

But it was the piano in the centre of the room that really caught your eye. It was dark- but not quite black. There was a rich, deep red sheen to it, and just like everything else in the room, it seemed to tower above you.

And her-

Lady Dimitrescu was already in her nightly attire- a long-sleeved nightgown. It was a cream colour, as always, and you wondered if the light was a little stronger, how sheer the fabric would be..

“Ah, there you are.” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you straightened up a little. “Come closer, little songbird. Into the light.”

The nickname made you blush furiously, though you did as she asked. So she hadn’t forgotten you. Was that supposed to be a relief? The squish of your shoes made you grimace, and from the way her eyes trailed down, she heard it as well.

“Did it rain on the way here?” she asked, dryly. You looked down at the carpet, clutching your supplies. You were leaving footprints behind. You’d definitely have to clean that thoroughly.

“I- I spilled some water on the way here. I.. tripped,” you said. You didn’t think ratting out her daughter would put the Lady in a good mood.

Her expression didn’t prove to you that she believed you, but she let it be. She picked up a small sheet of paper with listed chores and handed it to you without much thought.

You expected an explosive list of unending duties, but you were quite surprised with the sparse instructions. Dust the bookshelves, sweep under the piano, scrub the floors...

This was one of the few rooms in the entire castle that looked, quite frankly, immaculate. Everything seemed to have a place already, so you really didn’t need to do much at all.

You quietly set to work without any further commentary, and didn’t catch the way Lady Dimitrescu watched you from her desk when you came into her peripheral vision. The letters from Mother Miranda didn’t register in her mind as she listened to you work, hoping for the sound of your voice. Then she heard you hum, lightly, only for you to catch yourself mid-dusting, and stop altogether.

When you got to the piano, you needed to move the bench to get under and sweep, but when you pushed against the heavy piece of furniture, it screeched against the floor, startling both of you.

“Sorry,” you squeaked, barely audible. You looked up and caught her deep yellow eyes staring at you intently, and something stirred deep inside you.

“I didn’t know you played,” you commented once you realized Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t going to say anything to break the awkward silence. In fact, she adored seeing you so flustered and shy, and didn’t want it to end.

“I don’t often,” she eventually replied. She stood up from her desk, and you nearly snapped your neck keeping your eyes on hers as she rose above you.

You hurried out of the way as she came to sit on the bench. Lady Dimitrescu lifted the fallboard and a soft, light chord rung out as she pressed down on the keys.

“Can you match pitch?” She was testing some of the sound in various chords, simple but effective. You watched her fingers dance, only to realize you had not seen her without gloves before now. The nails were painted in a dark, deep red. Her fingers were long and pale, and the skin on the backs of her hands were marred with little silvery scars. You wondered what they tasted like.

She gestured for you to come sit next to her, and you clambered up on the bench to kneel on the cushion. Lady Dimitrescu played a little more as you hummed along with the chords.

“Sing a song for me, pet,” she said, without glancing towards you. Her hands stilled to give you a moment to think, but your brain was only short-circuiting. It was like all of a sudden, every known song had disappeared from your memory.

Then a finger tapped your chin and lifted your head up to gaze into her eyes, and you sighed in contentment at the physical touch.

Her eyebrow quirked a little, as if barely registering the sound you made.

“No? No ideas?” she asked. Her perfume was that much denser when close to you, and it overwhelmed you. You could only weakly shake your head, nerves churning in your stomach.

“Well, we can’t have that,” she hummed. “I still want to hear you, little one.”

“I’m sorry...” you began, but she tutted. She’d make you sing in a.. different way. She wasn’t going to let you go after all those agonizing days without getting to hear you properly.

The hand that was holding your chin dropped down to your thigh. Your eyes were still adoringly glued to her face as she dropped the fallboard back over the keys. It nearly made her blush.

The world surged around you as you were suddenly lifted up from your seat. You were put on top of the piano, facing Lady Dimitrescu, and she nudged your legs apart so she could lean forward a little more. Your eyes were level with hers now, and you caught a flash of her white teeth as she smiled, lovingly, but devilishly.

“Do you think you can sing well?” she asked, one hand wrapping around the entirety of one of your ankles. You immediately shook your head. The dampness of your feet and legs caught her attention, and she tutted again.

“Off,” she ordered, leaning away, before wiping her hand on her dress. You hurriedly did as she asked, tugging down your still-wet stockings, ripping a little bit of the fabric, but you couldn’t mind with the way Lady Dimitrescu was eyeing you.

“Good girl.”

You clamped your thighs together, and she definitely didn’t miss that. Her hand went back to wrap around your ankle, now fabric-free. The other reached out to cup the side of your jaw, trailing down and wrapping around your neck, squeezing lightly for less than a second. Then it lowered even more and undid the top button of your dress.

“Still want to stay and sing for me, little songbird?” she asked, her hand lingering, but not moving from its spot. “Your tasks are long done.”

That was not true, you hadn’t even swept yet. But you slowly began to realize maybe the chores had nothing to do with you coming up here tonight.

The question burned deep inside you, and Lady Dimitrescu looked like she wasn’t going to move until you gave your consent. Though you loved the tension that was building, you began to feel restless.

“Yes, please.” You inched your legs a little wider, and her smile grew.

“Such a pleasant sound, your voice,” she said, as her hand from your ankle trailed up your leg. “I was enraptured many weeks ago, when I heard you for the first time.”

“You.. you’ve heard me before?” you gasped a little, because her cool fingers pressed against the sensitive inside of your thighs. You thought you were always alone when you sang during work.

“Oh yes,” she grinned, “now sing for me, little pet. Make all the noise you want.”

Her mouth was on yours in an instant, filling your lungs with perfume and warm breath. The buttons on your dress came apart as her hands pulled at them one by one. Your skirt was pushed up, and then she pressed down on your torso to get you to lie on your back. The piano was smooth and cold beneath, and there was a brief moment you regretted that it was definitely going to be dirtied by what was to come. But then Lady Dimitrescu’s mouth latched onto your neck and all thoughts evaporated from your brain.

There was a pinch as she nipped at the soft skin between neck and shoulder, making your back arch and your body lift off the piano.

“Hmm.. delightful,” she growled. Her large hands slid up your dress and your entire lower half was exposed.

“Oh, I can smell you,” she sighed. She pulled back only a moment to tug the dress off your whole body. Your fingers scrabbled against the piano’s slick surface as you felt your nipples harden at her touch.

She sat back on the bench and scooted forward, leaning down to inhale your alluring smell as you lay there, gasping for air.

“Now.” She pulled your legs apart, eyes zoning in on your cunt. “I want to hear you sing.”

Her mouth pressed against your folds and a warm, wet tongue slipped up to catch your clit. A squeal escaped you and she kissed it a little more in reward.

“That’s it. More.”

Her fingers dug into your thighs before she began sucking and licking almost aggressively. Your body was trembling with every swipe of her tongue, every delicate nibble on your folds.

Your gasps rose in volume, your voice breaking in small squeaks and whimpers. Though she adored it when you carried a tune, this was much more satisfying.

Her tongue pressed inside without any hesitation. You felt it curl and push inside you, catching your wetness and scent. A low growl in the back of her throat made you cry out, and her grip tightened even more.

It wasn’t going to take long, you realized. The despair in her relentless tongue, her piercing eyes watching your body rise and drip with sweat made the coil tighten with every passing moment.

Her pupils were blown, and every time you let out another sound, she pressed on a little harder, a little faster.

“Oh!” Her tongue had slipped out and were replaced by two thick fingers. Your cry of delight earned you her warm lips wrapping around your clit, and you couldn’t help but grab at her head of thick, smooth hair.

The curls slipped delightfully through your fingers and you were watching the ceiling, trying to make out the shapes in the darkness, until she pulled away and said,

“Eyes on me, dear. Nowhere else.”

You had to hoist yourself up with one hand to watch her, and she got back to work immediately. Eyes locked, one hand in her hair, and hers wrapped around you so tightly you couldn’t move away.

“Fuck..” you hissed out as her fingers curled. Her eyes flashed; she seemed to like it, so you kept going.

“Please..” you begged, hips trying to buck in her hold, “oh, please please.. it feels..s-so good.”

Your thighs had been completely smeared by her lipstick, or those were bruises forming from her grip. Either way, the marks made your head spin with arousal.

“Please don’t stop... Please, don’t ever stop.” You were gasping, trying hard to focus on your words, but then her mouth sucked hard on your clit, and you were lost in meaningless sounds and little cries of pleasure as you came.

She didn’t stop, revelling in your gasps and broken whimpers, music to her ears. When your body began pulling away and you felt a tingling sensitivity every time she tried to touch your clit again, that was when she knew to let you go.

Lady Dimitrescu sat back a moment, basking in the sight of you, wet and spent, spread out over her piano and with cum dripping down your thighs. She lifted her hand and wiped her mouth with the back of it to catch any further stray lipstick, but she didn’t quite catch all of it.

When you could finally breathe normally, you sat up slowly and trembled again under her piercing gaze.

Your small hands reached out to cup her cheeks, startling her. She thought you’d dash off with your bucket and leave immediately. You inched closer and used your thumbs to wipe the last bits of lipstick, and then kissed her. Soft, sweet, just like your singing.

You peppered her lips and chin with kisses for a few minutes. She allowed all of it, held you close as you breathed her in. You shifted, feeling your body unstick from the piano with an unsavoury sound and you pulled a face, making her laugh. It made you giddy inside.

You stayed like that for a long while, and you relished in how warm and soft she was.

“Perhaps you can sing again for me sometime,” she suggested, “an actual song.”

You buried your head into the crook of her neck, making a whiny noise in the back of your throat. She said she liked your singing, yes, but it still intimidated you. Whether it was nerves, or the fact it was her that was listening.. but you did want to please her. Always.

“You realize you sing beautifully, little one?” she eventually asked. “Even when I’m not inside you?”

You let out a burst of giggles and she lovingly kissed your shoulder. The glee of her enjoying your voice and the aftermath of your orgasm soared like butterflies inside you.

“You best get back to your duties,” she hummed, though her hand curved around your waist and held you close, like she wasn’t going to let you go. “The shelves in this castle aren’t going to dust themselves.”

You laughed again, feeling adoration swell up inside you as you ran your fingers through her loosened locks of hair.

“...can I come back tomorrow night?” you asked feebly.

She chuckled, low and sultry, and tipped your head up to look at her, “you can come whenever you want.”

Your face went beet-red in a matter of second and she grinned widely.

“But tomorrow night.. come to my chambers. And don’t bother with your supplies. Won’t want you getting wet again... at least not like that.”

A/N: thank you all for the love on part 1 ☺️ I hope this meets your expectations <3

#Lady Dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x you #lady dimitrescu x reader #tall vampire lady #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x you #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #merry writes #wlw

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ceruleanchillin · 3 years ago

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When You're At The Function F***in It UP And Your Man Walks In (Mayans)

Warnings: Implied sexual content, language, fighting

Characters: Angel, Coco, & EZ

You’re on thin ice as it is sis. The little forest-green dress with the the deep plunge front and slit sides, the one that ended up purchased after your friends hyped you into it. That’s supposed to be in the trash according to one Angel Reyes. That, or reserved for private nights in.

Currently, it was wrapped around your form, helping you grab envious/admiring glances from around the room.

Your hips twisted to the layered bass, using the random behind you for stability. Your friend next to you cheered you on, her inner hype man on full display. There’s a breakdown in the song, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice telling you “Superstar mama, say hi for the gram!”.

Your eyes zone in on Gilly, eyes wide. Everyone knew the Mayans rolled deep when they went anywhere. Where there was one, there was the rest. Especially when it came to the three musketeers and their wrangler, EZ.

Like you were busted sneaking back into your room as a teen, you froze. You narrowed your eyes at your friend who shrugged and mouthed sorry before disappearing.

“Gilly fuck off!” You hissed, moving away from the random. Your eyes scanning the crowded den.

Gilly laughed, tucking his phone into his kutte. “Ayy, don’t get mad at me,” he fluttered his eyelashes and fake coughed into his hand. “I don’t feel so good baby, I’m just gonna stay in tonight.”

You narrowed your eyes at his high-pitched mimicry of your last conversation with Angel.

He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Your friend swore she nixed all Mayan related invites, just for that night, on your behalf. All you wanted was to be able to turn up like you did pre-relationship. Normally you could at clubhouse parties since Angel trusted everyone there with his life. Any party outside of that was a gamble, and Angel could referee like he got a check for it.

Your eyes finally met said man’s across the party and a chill and went down your spine. Angel was propped against the wall across the way, eyes on you.

The rest of party fell away as you made your way over to him, schooling your features into your ‘what did I do daddy?’ pout.

“Nah, don’t come over with that lip poking now.” He shook his head, speaking when you were in range of him.

“And what are you doing wearing this fucking pillowcase out here? What did we talk about?” He pinched the thin strings of your dress.

“Nooo, don’t be mad. I was walking through my closet and it fell on me. Besides, you liked it when I modeled it for you.”

Angel scoffed, refusing to even entertain your comments. Coco chuckled from his spot next to his friend as he lit a cigarette.

“I thought you had club shit, I didn’t even know you’d be here.” You cringed as soon as the words left your lips, the shots you’d taken earlier still putting in work.

“I didn’t know you’d be here either. I thought you were sick. There’s some soup in the car that thought it was getting dropped off. Apparently wrong thoughts is the theme of the night.”

Petty by Angel Reyes.

“Soup? Baby, that’s so sweet.” You tried to pet his cheeks, but he was keeping you at bay.

“You aren’t even sick! Imma give that shit to Gilly.”

“Nooo.” You whined again, still trying to get him to let you touch him in some way.

“Get that bitch you were dancing with to buy you soup.” It was his turn to pout, but there was fire in his eyes as he tracked the guy you’d been dancing with. “It’s all he’s gonna be able to fucking eat in a minute anyways.”

“Sorry I blew up your spot ma, I just wanted to see my plug and get out.” Coco opened the palm of his hand not holding the cigarette and revealed a small bag of weed.

Angel snapped his head towards him, expression incredulous. “Don’t apologize to her, she lied to her man! She gave some puto hope! Get on code!”

“I love you hermano, but this is your guard dog-ass fault.” He pointedly ignored his friend’s heated glare as a girl in the doorway caught his interest, slipping away when she positively returned his gaze.

Angel’s attention was claimed by you once again when you pulled his head down towards you. You smothered his cheeks in kisses, to which he was physically unresponsive.

“I don’t know if I want you kissing on me querida.”

You rolled your eyes. Petty or not, everyone knew Angel’s life force depleted the longer he went without touching you. Even in your tipsy state you could see his fingers literally twitched with the need to take their rightful place on your hips.

“I just wanted to dance like I used to, and you don’t dance. Then you beat down guys who want to. You left me no choice, so let me have kisses.” You locked your arms around his waist, successfully avoiding his half-hearted attempts to push you away.

He scrunched up his face. “How the fuck am I catching strays in this situation? I’m the victim!”

“I’ll make it up to you later if you stop being a hatin’ wallflower and let me grind on you.” Your hips found the rhythm of the slow wind song thumping through the room.

His hands encircled your throat, drawing you closer to his person. Your pupils blew at his darkened expression, your lower half squirming with interest. He pressed his lips to yours, and the party faded to nothing again. His fingers flexed around your throat before closing just enough for him to draw the subtlest gasp from you. He felt it more than heard it over the noise, but it was enough.

He pulled away, licking his lips as you tried to remember where you were and if sin always tasted so good.

“You’ll make it up to me right now in the traitor’s car.” he held up keys you recognized to be Coco’s.

You started to protest on principle, but your body was going through withdrawals from a lite touch (for Angel). He could see the wheels turning, but you were letting him lead you out of the room, palm openly covering your ass.

“Who are you texting?” You asked, more annoyed with how his hands were no longer possessively roaming your body than a real answer.

He quickly pocketed his phone and returned his hands to you. “No one baby.” definitely not telling his boys via group chat to handle the random for him. “Stop worrying about anything other than how you’re gonna get around at work tomorrow.”

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It was bad enough you couldn’t make it to New Orleans due to work, and Old Lady “responsibilities”, but this petty fight you were in with Coco was the kicker. You couldn’t even remember how it started, but it escalated back and forth until you weren’t speaking and were back staying at your apartment.

Poor Letty had been reduced to messenger girl, especially now that she had a car. A tug of war with your point being “she was my girl first, that’s how we met” and his point being “she’s my kid, blood first ma” had broken out. You didn’t know what was going to wear through its welcome first, your lack of Coco, or Letty’s patience, but they were competing. It wasn’t like Coco was doing any better if your daily updates from Letty were any indication. He was impatient, tense, chain smoking, and was getting closer and closer to going through with the apology call he was openly fighting.

It wouldn’t be long before you were back to getting your back arched out of shape if that was anything to go by. Not a moment too soon if your own miserable habits were anything to go by. You wanted to use the party to distract yourself, hoping Coco would break first the following day. If not, it was sure to be you.

You spent the whole day throwing your frustrations into decorating your best friend’s backyard. It looked like the French Quarter threw up its best years, but it was the perfect backdrop to lose yourself to some bounce music.

Normally, you could goad Coco into being your twerking post, and that resistance (plus his turned on bi-lingual hypeman compliments in your ear) was everything missing at the moment.

You pouted and weaved your way out of the crowd to your friend who was busy playing good hostess.

“Ah ah, no whining. If you wanna really make it Mardi Gras, shake your ass on a dude.”

You narrowed your eyes, annoyed she shut down and solved your problem before you could whine about it. “Coco hates that shit! Plus he’s spoiled me, it won’t even be the same.”

“Coco isn’t here, and it doesn’t have to be the same, it just has to do.” She turned away from where she’d filled two shot glasses for the two of you. “Besides, we both know your ass is gonna be all in his neck crying about how you miss him tomorrow. Do your thing before you go out sad.”

She clinked shot glasses with you, pleased at her accurate assessment and your sourpuss face.

“Fuck you.” You laughed, voice rough from the burn of the shot.

“Save that for Coco.” She smacked your ass, draped one of the many beaded necklaces hanging off her shoulder around your neck, and sent you on your way back to the crowd of writhing bodies.

It was nothing to find dudes to grind on, and you fell into the synergy. You couldn’t count how many fast paced songs you’d thrown it back to, or how many guys you’d danced with. The stack of beads you’d acquired gave some idea though.

Meanwhile, Coco’s skin was alive with the kind of anger he felt. He’d been seriously contemplating coming to your place and forcing out admissions of how his life wasn’t right without you in it. He couldn’t remember who or what started it, but it didn’t even matter when your scent was starting to fade from his pillow, and his touch starvation was acting up.

All of that went careening out the window when he stumbled upon a pouty Letty, huffing and sucking her teeth at her phone. Turns out you, and “everyone in the goddamn world but me” according to Letty, were at your friend’s blowout Mardi Gras party. Coco knew it was your favorite holiday, but it was news to him that you had any plans since you couldn’t officially go this year. News he didn’t welcome at all, since all of the videos he saw you in you were throwing (his) your ass on multiple dudes. Did you think he wouldn’t fight everyone???

He was already on his bike before he’d even registered leaving the house. He sent a quick summoning call in his boy’s group chat, your friend’s address the destination.

The party was louder and wilder than the videos let on. He’d already spotted his boys by their kuttes, mingling in their respective ways, but didn’t seek them out. They’d find him if he needed them to. Coco on the other hand, needed to find you.

His eagle eyes picked apart the crowd until he spotted you twisting yourself to the rhythm. Coco didn’t know whether to shoot the asshole behind you, or take you away to deal with the feelings you were bringing out of him.

You knew he loved when you brought the South to the West Coast with your hips and ass.

He charged into your space, his hands immediately going for the guy’s arm and snatching him towards him.

“Make a choice cabrón. Get the fuck out, or be an expensive bill and sad memory for your moms by morning.” He pressed his kutte to his person, emphasizing that he was strapped.

The guy raised his palms and quickly exited the scene. Unwilling to test what clearly was a warning that Coco would happily make good on.

You tugged on him, trying to get him to move away from the crowd. Scanning those around you to see who saw or heard, you noticed more than you would’ve liked. They wouldn’t make a fuss, noting his kutte, but still.

“Stop it. What are you even doing here?” You hissed, tugging his arm harshly for his attention.

He turned his gaze, wild with adrenaline and arrogance at his victory, on you. “You should’ve stopped yourself before throwing it back on random fuckers for the internet. This is on you.”

“No, this is on you. If you hadn’t done what you did or said what you said…”. You trailed off remembering that you couldn’t recall what had happened, just the frustration.

“What did I say or do (y/n)?” He noted your visible annoyance that he’d chosen to use your real name instead of a pet name, and with a smirk, he walked you backwards until your back gently hit the fence.

Between not recalling what started the fight, and your man looking amazing, you settled on a pathetic. “You remember.”

“No I don’t, and neither do you.” that familiar prickle of intensity sparked between the two of you.

Everything between you and Coco felt like a live wire dancing back and forth. High energy moments usually ended in either great sex, or separation (sometimes by the force of your friends) to let things cool down.

“I know you’re gonna catch a case if you keep moving like that Johnny. Is that what you want?”

“Nah mujer, that ain’t what I want. I want you home where you belong, but you’re out here playing me instead.” Slender fingers tugged sharply at a few of the beaded necklaces in your stack.

You sucked your teeth and turned your head, ignoring the warm cheeks and butterflies in your stomach at his on-brand admission of missing you.

He placed a hand on the fence next to your head, grasping your chin to turn your attention back to him.

“You’re being a drama queen. I thought I was talking to Angel for a second.”

He threw his head back as laughed, and you got an almost overwhelming urge to kiss him. Or at least bury your fingers in his soft curls, they were begging for it at this po-

“Fuck that, he’s still got me beat. Wait til you see the tantrum he’s saving for you for not getting invited tonight.”

“He was, I just told her to can it because of you. He should be mad at you.” You pouted, but your tone was teasing.

“I could put in a good word for you…you know, if you’re done being petty.” He leaned in, running his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Or I could just offer to throw it back on him to make him forget.”

It was your turn to laugh when Coco tensed, and pulled back from where he’d been teasing you with light touches. You didn’t love him no longer touching you, but faltering him made it almost worth it.

“Or you could take me home and we could both forget…” you clutched at his kutte, leaning into him.

He pulled your hands away by your wrists, his thumbs rubbing over your pulse points.

“Nah, if dancing is this fucking important to you, come on then.” He pulled you after him.

“Cocooo,” you whined, more interested in getting him to touch you again. “Take me home already.”

“My lady wants to dance.” He sat on the outdoor wicker couch and patted his lap. “So dance.”

You stood there in confusion for a second, before what he meant became clear. “I’m not doing that here!”

“You didn’t have an issue earlier, move those hips ma.” He looked between you and his lap again.

Could’ve been the way he was biting his lip, or the laid back way he rested against the couch, but that coupled with lack of access to him, had affirmative words running through your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes, faking like his request was that expensive. “Only because I want to get you home, and I know you’ll never quit whining if I don’t.”

You slipped onto his lap, the action already drawing attention from partygoers just for the potential of what was to come.

He grasped your hips to still you before you started to move, his palm pressing you back to him by your throat. “And don’t half-ass it yeah…or I might do the same when I get you home.”

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It wasn’t until Creeper hit his shoulder and informed him of how hard he was smiling that EZ realized his cheeks ached. He couldn’t help it, he loved watching you dance more than anything.

As soon as you heard a melody you liked, you came alive to it, and stole everyone’s attention. You could find the beat on anything.

That wasn’t his sole reason for cheesing so hard though. Tonight had been the first night you brought your closest friends around the club, and he knew it took great trust in him, his brothers, and your relationship to do that. Your family was on the East Coast, so your friends filled that role for you. Coupled with EZ, they were your world and he thanked you everyday for letting him in.

“Gonna stop calling you boy scout if you keep enjoying the show this much.” Creeper took the seat across from him, half blocking his view.

“Oh you didn’t know how EZ gets down?” Angel’s lips formed that mischievous grin, his eyes taking on the same glint. “You should’ve seen him begging me for tales from Angel’s crib.”

“She and her girls look good out there. Might be too much for you junior.”

EZ rolled his eyes at the ribbing from his brothers, his grin still intact. “At some point I’m gonna be patched, I’m happy to make a cage date for that day. Pretty sure I can take both of you.

Creeper and Angel exchanged exaggerated incredulous expressions.

“See what happens when you go easy on the help?” Angel scoffed. “You sound like you’re hurtin’ for work prospect.”

“Could use some more water.” Creeper shook his water bottle at him, just barely missing splashing him.

EZ rose from his seat, empty beer bottle in hand. “Just remember that day is coming.”

Angel and Creeper laughed raucously at that.

“Don’t get your ass beat in front of your woman lil bro!”

EZ shook his head, choosing to ignore his dumbass older brother. and tossed his bottle in the trash. Slipping through the moving bodies until he was near you, he gently patted your friend who nodded and stepped from behind you.

You jumped, surprised at his sudden appearance, but settled back against him.

“Hey baby.” You gently encouraged him to follow the sway of your hips as he placed his head on your shoulder.

“Hey. I’m back on the slave clock, you want anything?”

You turned to him, his arms instinctively encircling your waist. “Hard tea please.”

“I gotta go to the trailer for that, and get the variety hour table over there a drink. I’ll try to be quick.”

“Don’t rush, but remember, you owe me a dance.” You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He grinned goofily, his attention solely yours until he felt your girls draping themselves over him.

“Can you get us some too Zeke? Thanks.” “Preciate it Z.”

You giggled pushing them off him, but you knew he didn’t mind. You guys were a package deal and he’d take whatever you came with. At least their requests came with pleasantries.

“Sure ladies, not a problem. Don’t let anyone take her while I’m gone.”

They laughed, giving affirmative replies while you rolled your eyes pushed him towards the side door.

Once he began his drink fulfillment quest, it was like every brother wanted something from him. It was a full house that night and he should’ve known once he was no longer under Angel’s break protection, he was back to errand boy status.

Every task he completed was met with teasing about how his rushed pace clearly pointed to him wanting to get back to you. He didn’t argue the fact, just moved faster every time you were mentioned.

Finally, he was able to to focus on your request when he stopped being flagged down.

He was heading to the trailer when one of your friends stopped him.

“One of the other charter’s guys is annoying our girl. She doesn’t wanna make a fuss cause’..you know.” She gestured to his vest to signify his prospect status. “But I know she’s not feeling it.”

He could feel the the muscles in his jaw flex in anger, feet carrying him across the crowded yard. People moved before he could plow through them, which was just as well, because he wasn’t fully in control at that point, and didn’t think he could slow down enough to sidestep them.

The clubhouse had filled considerably since his absence. He scanned the room for you, finding you in a crowd of moving bodies. Your friend was right, you had a good poker face, but your man knew you.

He didn’t waste time physically separating you from the Yuma patch member. He gently put you behind his person, feeling your small hands press against his back through his vest.

“I’m good baby. He agreed this was the last dance.” Your voice belied your annoyance despite your words.

“I’m guessing he said that more than once.”

“I don’t mind, I know clu-“

Yuma interrupted you. “See, she doesn’t mind. Go find something to do with yourself prospect.”

“I’ve got a project in mind.” EZ pushed you back a little more to give himself room to work with.

“Be smart bare vest.” Yuma smirked, his eyes saying how much he’d love for EZ to make the mistake he was thinking about.

In the span of the next few seconds, Yuma’s vest and shirt was covered in beer and Coco had appeared at the same time. If the obvious way he was holding the bottle didn’t give away he did it on purpose, his dry “my bad” and shrug did.

Yuma swung on Coco who anticipated it and dodged it, before firing back with a successful punch of his own. A sea of Mayans of mixed charter filled the space and EZ quickly pushed you behind the bar before he lost you in the shuffle.

Understanding what Coco had done, he got in the middle to give the Yuma patch what he’d been asking for while he was covered by the chaos.

It didn’t last long before the presidents stepped in, but it didn’t have to. He was happy to take the few licks he’d received, because he was pretty sure he’d broken Yuma patch’s nose, and would get away with it.

His brother’s words against theirs, and the presidents didn’t feel the need to make it a drawn out issue. He pretended to have played bouncer instead of active participant, and it all ended with a basic chewing out.

His only thoughts were of you once his rage had subsided, and he could think clearly again. Had he scared off you and your friends? Embarrassed you?

He was happy to find that hadn’t. Your friends couldn’t help but fawn over him and how “perfect for you” he was. He especially enjoyed reveling in the jealousy of Coco, Angel, Gilly, and Creeper. Coco slightly less salty when he got praise for his efforts.

He got his admiration from you later when you patched him up in the trailer, soft voice telling him how sexy he looked to you, and how you appreciated him thinking of you in his position. You held his face and gently went over everything you could find, while he said on his makeshift bed content to let you.

He couldn’t stop grinning, the one that always got him mercilessly mocked because it was now associated with him thinking of you.

“Seriously EZ,” you dabbed at the final cut you hadn’t attended to. “Thank you.”

“I want you to feel safe with me, it’s only fair if you can accept all this shit.”

You grinned down at him, hair framing your face, and he had to remind himself to breathe at the sight. “I do, all the time.”

He cupped the side of your face, unwilling to fight the urge to kiss you any longer.

You laughed speaking between kisses. “I’m not done.”

“It’s ok, I’m good.” He chased your lips, unashamed to want you so badly.

“Ok,” you returned his kisses, your fingers dancing down the nape of his neck. “But I’d like to cash in that dance you owe me…you know, before we get too busy.”

He rose to full height, hands finding both of yours. “I can do that.”

AN:

I don’t speak Spanish, so if I made a mistake feel free to hop in my messages and let me know and how to fix it please. You’re more than welcome to.

1.) I remember seeing a meme vid about this years ago, and finding it hilarious. I could see this happening with these dudes and their personalities. That, and I just really wanted a lil southern culture in a Mayans drabble. 🤷🏾‍♀️

2.) I did a rewatch of the whole series (including the original), and I’m back on the obsession train. Just tryna to be happy before S4 kicks my shit in.

3.) I kept telling myself I wouldn’t end up writing for these fools and here I am in my Ringling Bros. best🤡.

#mayans mc #mayans imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #Coco Cruz #Coco Cruz x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes #reader insert

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first-edition · 2 years ago

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Not Yours.

Aemond Targaryen x reader.

Around the castle you smile and the sun shines, you give a hug to a servant and thier day is made. You’re always happy and kind no matter what but the day after your wedding something so precious is taken from you that your world goes dark and your husband Aemond takes notice.

CW- suggestions of NONCON, sexual harassment prince aegon forcing himself onto you. Cussing, 18 + language and topics

THIS IS A DRABBLE SO NO EDITING OR PROOF READING WILL BE DONE

Your wedding with the love of your life and prince Aemond Targaryen was the best thing that could ever happen to you. You were able to give him all of you on your wedding night and he cherished every moment you spent under the sheets with him. He forced all the servants and staff to remain away from his quarters not wanting anyone but him so see your body your mind, your soul, only him, you royal husband, was allowed to feel you, see you, be with you.

He looks forward to waking up to your smiling face and growling skin every morning, making him happy for the rest of his days. You are known throughout the castle your presence always being known. Your smile making the heavens open up to you, your kindness spreading. Aemond made sure to spend the entire day after with his lady wife. Sitting under a tree with you, walk-in through the great hall, spending time with you in the corner room sewing along with his mother and sister.

Everyone knows how much he adores you and how happy you make each other. But as soon as your happiness showed it was also taken from you. You had your wedding and spent the night with aemond and the day after but night fell and you disappeared. Only to be found by a servant girl in the pouring rain.

Aemond and the kings guard had been searching for you till 3 am. You were found out side the walls of the kingdom your dress ripped and exposing your skin as the rags hung off you. You were bruised and had scratches all over. Your once done up white hair was now out of order falling down your back.

Aemond immedetly runs to your broken state through the pouring rain as you stumble twords him. There to witness it all is his brother and your brothers, aegon, jace and Luke. You collapse in his arms as he reaches you no longer being able to stand.

“What happened?!” He asks you holding you in his arms. You shiver violently he picks you up. Hurrying to get back into the palace.

Once dry and wounds tended to your ladies in waiting dress you. Aemond refuses to leave as they do this he notices the marks placed on your body. And how uncomfortable you are with your ladies are touching you.

“Stop!” He orders.

They move away from you he goes to your side.

“please my love tell me what happened?” He pleas. You look up at him concern written all over his face. your break down sobbing into his arms he pulls you into him kissing your head.

“you have brushing on your thighs ribs and breasts please…who hurt you. What did they do.” he says

“h-he tried to kill me…h-he.. he s-said that marrying you w-was a mistake.” You say.

“who? Who said this.” He now demands hating your pain. “it wasn’t my fault please husband I didn’t mean to.” You sob falling to you knees he holds you as you kneel he kneels on the floor with you.

“y/n.” He says lifting your head to look at him.

“prince a-aegon.” Aemond is suddenly filled with rage and hate for his own brother the looks he gave you both at your wedding. The walk out at the first dance. And now this. He’s always been fond of you even being bethrothed to you before aemond swooped you up to become his.

“please my prince husband i b-beg of you.. I didn’t mean anything by it- i-i-i didn’t mean for subduction.” You sob. As he holds your face in his hands.

“NO! You my love did nothing wrong! He convinced you of your doing! Do you understand by gods you did nothing wrong!” Aemond raises his voice making sure you knew that it wasn’t your fault.

“did he touch you..did, Fuck, Did he bed you!?” His eye searing with hate for his brother you breaking into another sob nodding. You gets up walking out of the rom grabbing his sword on the way out.

Walking viciously down the corridor he meets his brother and the others in the main hall.

“YOU! YOU MANGY FUCKING MUTT YOU FUCKING DISGRACE! I WILL NOT HAVE YOU FRO A BROTHER!” Aemond yells swinging his sword.

Aegon dodges and runs out aemond follows. Meeting his outside the rain still pouring down as they begin to get drenched.

“I WILL HAVE YOUR FUCKING HEAD FOR THIS!” Aemond sword is held to his brothers neck drawing slight blood.

“AEMOND STOP!” Alicent yells. “HE HURT Y/N BED HER! RAPED HER!” Aemond yells back to his mother. aegon smirks. “aegon is this true.” Rhaenyra asks.

No answer is heard from the eldest brother. Just a snicker. Alicent in the pouring rain walks to her sons and beds down to aegon.

“you are no son of mine.”

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mistress-ofmagic · 3 years ago

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Around the Realms in 80 days - Chapter 8

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes: I kind of let this chapter get away from me! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this, I had some of these scenes planned for a while!

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You were on the move again. With your back against Halvor’s chest. It felt slightly easier this time and not quite as awkward, also you were pretty sleepy and had quite frankly lost all sense of pride by this point.

After seeing far, far more than you needed to see the night prior, you had quickly turned and headed back to the main hall. You were seething, first of all how dare he do…that, in the place where he knew you had to sleep? Couldn’t they have gone to her room? Now every night you had to sleep in that bed you were going to have to be reminded of what had happened.

Gross.

You shivered involuntarily.

“Are you cold miss?” Halvor asked you, bringing you out of your musings.

“No I’m fine, sorry.”

When you had reached the hall again last night, you found Thor to complain; and complain you did.

“And then he forced me to listen to his stupid Gene Kelly story while I embarrassed myself in front of everybody trying to dance, before shimmying off and banging that Yrsa woman in the bed that I have to sleep in! It’s not fair! As if it wasn’t enough that I have to be here in the first place now I’m constantly plagued by some narcissistic maniac who, when he’s not appearing next to me every two seconds, is ensuring I have difficulties having a place to sleep!” You were yelling by the end of the conversation.

Thor was looking at you with an irritating air amusement on his face.

“It’s not funny!” You hissed, and crossed your arms.

Thor tried to force his face into a neutral expression.

“I apologise my lady for my brothers actions which were heedless and inconsiderate. It’s not ideal, but you are welcome to rest with myself and the rest of the men in the infantry’s quarters.”

You sighed. Judging by the way Ylva was staring at Thor from across the room you doubted very much that Thor would be “resting” with the rest of the men.

“This sucks!” You said out loud, to no one in particular.

“You could stay with Fandral in his room if you like.” Thor suggested, misunderstanding your annoyance to be with your sleeping arrangements, rather than the situation on a whole.

“I thought Fandral would be with everyone else” You mumbled, sending a hard kick at a tankard laying by your feet.

“Given that Fandral is a Lord he has been offered a room of his own - ”

“Norns forbid if he should be without a looking-glass for any length of time.” Volstagg chimed in gruffly, chortling at his own joke.

Thor joined in with the laughter until he saw your continued frown. Thor cleared his throat,

“The lady is not in a joking mood. Come, it has been a difficult day for you, let me take you to his room; Fandral will have no qualms with relinquishing his chambers for a poor maiden.”

You inwardly protested at being referred to as a poor maiden, although you supposed during your time here things had been quite unfortunate.

Thor wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave you a squeeze, and you fought off both tears that threatened to spill and an urge to wrap your arms around him and not let go. He felt safe and warm, things that you were missing, clearly the day had caught up to you.

You let Thor lead you up to Fandrals room, passing a few scandalous make-out sessions in darkened corners, and a quiet whispering assembly that dispersed as Thor walked past.

When you got to the door Thor stated,

“I will come collect you in the morning before we set off.”

You rubbed your tired eyes, “I thought we were staying for two nights?”

Thor’s faced changed slightly, even in your tired state you caught that it perhaps darkened slightly.

“We changed our plans.”

His shortening of tone piqued your attention, and you looked at him waiting for more.

Thor looked around him heedfully, before speaking lowly.

“My brother and I we…have our suspicions…”

“Is this to do with the conversation you had outside the tent earlier? About Yrsa letting the trolls in or something?” You interrupted.

“You overheard that?”

“Uhuh “ You nodded and yawned at the same time.

Thor sighed and thought for a moment, as if he was deciding how much to divulge.

“There is unrest in Asgard, there has been for a while really but Odin isn’t getting any younger and -“

He sighed again,

“There is more to our trip than a normal tour and parading Loki around, we have fears around uprisings building in the outskirts. The convergence always generates a certain turmoil, and the weakening of boundaries between realms makes it easier to cross them. If certain individuals in certain realms wanted to uprise against Odin, now would be an opportune moment to try. Believe me, my father is not without his enemies.”

You scrunched your face up, sort of wishing you hadn’t asked, this was a bit too much to take in.

“So, what, you think Yrsa et al are uprising against you? And let in the trolls to kill you?”

“We cannot take any chances, me and my brother are worried - “

You snorted,

“Yeah he seems pretty worried alright, maybe he needs to take a day off and relax a bit, I hate to see him so upset.”

“Look, I know you haven’t exactly… been getting on well during the trip, but Loki truly wants what is best for Asgard.”

“Sure, whatever. I’ve had enough plotting and intrigue for one night to also conspire around Loki’s moral compass.”

The two of you were quiet and thoughtful for a while.

“You seem disheartened my lady. I know my brother can be difficult but you shouldn’t let him bother you.”

“Hm? Oh, it’s not that, it’s just -“ You thought for a second “I am being constantly reminded while I am here of my mortality I guess, it makes me feel fragile and weak. I feel…useless.”

Thor’s eyes opened in disbelief.

“Latte! Of course you are not useless, you have…” He floundered “you have provided much use while you have been here!”

You laughed,

“Which part? Nearly being throttled by a Troll? Being unable to ride a horse? It’s fine Thor,” You added noticing he seemed distressed, “I know I’m not as strong as you guys and I don’t have any like formal battle training or whatever, and I know as a human my life is short, I’ve just never been so constantly reminded of it before.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, Thor seemed upset and you felt bad.

“It’s not really that big of a deal honestly, I’m just tired.”

“I am sorry that you have had a less than satisfactory time while being in my care and have been made to feel in such a way, that was not my intention.”

Now you were the one horrified,

“That…that wasn’t what I meant I didn’t mean you I just meant generally, I -“

“I will endeavour to ensure you do not feel like this again during the trip.”

“It’s fine honestly. I’m going to go to sleep now.”

Thor smiled tiredly down at you.

“I bid you a goodnight my lady.”

You got ready for bed in a blur, casting a fleeting thought to the fact you kicked Fandral out of his room but overall, was feeling too tired to care.

Now, you were on your way to see what fresh hell awaited you in the next town. You remained cautiously optimistic, that perhaps it would be better than your time in Deill. The bar remained low, if you could not get attacked in the next town that would be a win.

You had not spoken with Loki that morning, and were hoping to continue that streak for as long as possible. He was riding in front with Thor of course, and you may have been imagining it but you felt he looked even more smug than normal and it made you want to smack it off his pretty face.

“How are you faring this morning, lovely Latte?” Fandral appeared alongside you and Halvor. His booming took you by surprise and you jumped slightly.

“Okay. Hey, thanks for letting me sleep in your bed last night.”

“Of course my lady, it was no problem, I would rather die than leave a lady without refuge.” Fandral said, placing a hand upon his heart.

God Asgardians were dramatic as all hell, and you struggled to keep your face straight.

“How long are we staying at this new place then?” You asked.

“A night or two perhaps?” Fandral answered.

“And where is it we’re going?”

“Boer; you will find it much different to the place we have been. Boer is more of a settlement than a town like Deill. They have a leader, Gunnvladr who keeps the people in check. The people of Boer used to be nomads, some say they used to be barbarians or criminals.”

Oh good, so much for my optimism, you thought. It wasn’t raining this time at least, which gave you a better view of the Asgardian scenery. You let yourself zone out for a while, listening to Volstagg and Fandral bickering about who had landed the defeating blow to the fire demon they had been fighting a few months ago.

You arrived at Boer in the late afternoon, and you slid off your horse with help from Halvor, your aching shaky legs reminding you that riding by horseback was still your least favourite way to travel.

Boer was in stark contrast to the pretty stone architecture of Yrsa’s town, with a mismatch of wooden shacks, and large dark tents. You spotted vendors stood in front of tables displaying their wears, weapons and cloth. It was quiet, as you walked through you had only spotted a handful of people, and most of them had been children running around and playing. Fandral was right, it was a small place, and you seemed to be heading towards the centre towards a large white tent.

In front of the tent, stood two men you supposed were guards. When they saw you approaching, one disappeared inside the tent for sometime, before returning and opening the front of the tent.

You kept your head down and followed behind Halvor as closely as you could without standing on his coat.

The inside of the tent took you by surprise, it was very spacious, decorated with hanging coloured cloths and drapes giving the space an interesting dimension and giving you an unnerving feeling that someone would suddenly appear from behind one.

In the middle sat a very large man, with shaggy grey hair and a stubbly chin. A lady was stood next to him on his right, and there were a couple more guard looking types lurking close by.

“Ah, the Odinson’s have returned to Asgard, we are surely blessed.” He spoke in a deep but frail grumbling voice, and grinned maliciously at them.

Thor gave a half bow,

“Gunnvladr. Thank you for accommodating us.”

The man gave a strangled laugh.

“Accommodating you indeed, where abstinence precipitates the wrath of Odin.” He croaked.

Okay, you were getting the feeling no one was exactly wanted here, and if they weren’t wanted you certainly weren’t. You shuffled impossibly closer behind Halvor.

“There will be no wrath here, we merely wish to visit the people living outside of Asgards capital to support where we can.”

“So you say. You would do well not to follow your father so blindly.”

“How may we be of service while we are here?” Loki asked.

Gunnvladr gave him a piercing look.

“Service, boy? An Odinson at my service.” He smiled coldly “Or perhaps not an Odinson at all.”

Thor cleared his throat, “We can go out into the fields and help aid the people working there.”

Gunnvladr kept his eyes on Loki as he spoke,

“As it is, I do have something you could be of use for.”

“Name it.”

“Ragnar’s men have set base to the west and are constantly raiding our humble hamlet, they are proving to be troublesome as of late. Ever since you have been off-world chasing your brother around, oh mighty Prince of Asgard.” He shot Thor an accusatory look. “Did you enjoy your exploits on Midgard?”

Aw man this guy was pissed.

“I can only give my sincerest apologies, I realise that in spending time away from Asgard groups like Ragnar and his men have had opportunities to thrive.”

Gunnvladr made a non-committal humming noise and sat back on his chair.

“I see you brought one back with you. A mortal from Midgard.”

All eyes in the room suddenly turned to you. So much for your plan to make no noise and pretend you don’t exist.

“Yes well, while we are here we will seek out Ragnar and endeavour to detain him.”

Thank you for your time Lord Sugar. You inwardly laughed at your own joke while Thor hastened to say goodbye to the creepiest man you ever met and departed the tent.

You sighed in relief once you were outside again, and continued to follow Thor and the others until you were out of earshot.

“Okay this is what we are going to do Volstagg, take the men down to the farms and help out around there.” Thor started.

Volstagg nodded and signalled for the party to follow him. Once they were gone, Thor continued,

“Loki, Latte, I want you to head west and scout out the area, find where Ragnar and his men are based. Fandral and I will…”

“What?” You and Loki exclaimed at the same time.

“I…what?” You stammered.

“I’m not going scouting with a mortal.”

“Well I’m not going scouting with him.”

You hadn’t forgiven him for his little stunt last night, the last thing you wanted to do is spend hours scouting with him.

“Also, scouting? Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” You asked.

Loki scoffed and turned to his brother,

“Thor, you can’t be serious, she’ll be a hindrance, I’ll go alone.”

“Hey! I could be a helpful scout!” You butted in.

It was pride more than anything, you were pretty sure honestly you would be a hindrance, given you had all the stealth of Volstagg when he spotted food; it was not a pretty sight.

“Oh really?” Loki turned to you, with his eyes narrowed.

“Yes. I just don’t want to go as I don’t want to have to be with you for more than five minuets.”

“And prey tell, what abilities do you suddenly have in this area?”

Truthfully you probably didn’t have any abilities in terms of scouting, you weren’t even 100% sure exactly what the job entailed. But you’d flunked job interviews before right?

“I… I was a girl scout when I was younger.”

Technically you were a Girl Guide and you doubted your skills in types of knots or your circus performer badge were going to be much help.

On retrospect, it would have been best to keep your mouth shut.

Thor looked marginally impressed at your statement and even Loki was quiet for a second. You were betting on neither of them knowing what a girl scout was on Earth.

Loki looked as if he was about to open his mouth, no doubt to bite you back when Thor intervened.

“Look, both of you go, Loki help the lady learn some skills so that she may feel helpful during her time here.” He winked at you.

Very subtle Thor.

Loki rolled his eyes dramatically muttering something under his breath which, knowing Loki, was probably some sort of curse on your first born, and you followed him towards the horses.

***

You had been riding for around half an hour now through the woods and you were feeling pretty fed up. Loki seemed to have some idea of where he was going at least. You were also feeling very uncomfortable, from sitting with your back in an unnaturally straight position, to touch Loki as least as possible as he sat behind you on the horse. The pair of you had not said a word since you left, and you didn’t want to be the one to break the vow of silence first.

“We need to get off here.” Loki spoke quietly behind you.

“Excuse me?”

“The horse, we need to get off the horse and walk the rest of the way.”

He helped you down and tied the horse to a nearby tree.

“Are we close?” You asked trailing behind him.

“Not too far.”

Unhelpful as always.

“What exactly are we looking for?”

Loki sighed, “Any sign that the barbarians are close by or where they have made their base.”

“And do you know where you’re going?”

“I have an inkling, yes.” He replied, stiffly.

“Do you think the barbarians will be there?”

“I preferred it when we didn’t talk mortal.” Loki shot a glance at you with his eyes narrowed.

There wasn’t as much bite in his tone as normal so you ignored him. You had been hit with a brilliant idea for payback for last night, to talk to him; he seemed to find that very irritating and as he was stuck with you, it provided a perfect opportunity to irritate him.

“You know what I miss? Coffee. Do you have coffee on Asgard?”

It seemed like Loki was going to ignore you so you continued,

“My favourite kind of coffee is a vanilla latte from Costa, have you ever been to a Costa Coffee when you visited earth? Actually, I’m not sure they have Costa’s in New York, did you ever spot one?”

Loki stopped walking and you accidentally walked into the back of him.

“Ow, what are you doing?”

He glared down at you and you met his gaze. Finally, he rolled his eyes and sighed.

“No, I have not visited that particular establishment. The last time I visited Midgard…well you know what. There was little time for frivolities such as visiting different eateries.”

“Ah yes, that will be because of all the time you spent trying to overthrow the world.”

The side of Loki’s mouth twitched slightly almost as if he was amused, before he strode off. You had to jog slightly to keep up with his brisk pace.

“But you have had coffee before right?”

“Indeed.”

“How do you like it?”

“Filter, milk and two sugars.”

“Huh. I had you pinned as an espresso guy.”

You were quiet for a moment and you didn’t think Loki was going to reply, but a few minuets later he said,

“Too bitter.”

You hummed in agreement.

“Why was that Gunnvladr guy so…mean?”

Loki snorted,

“He’s not a massive fan of m- Odin, I’m sure even you picked that up.”

“Seems not many people I’ve had the pleasure to meet have been.”

“Hm.”

“So, Thor told me that you guys were kind of suspicious about these places were visiting incase they rebel against Odin.”

Loki threw his hands up,

“Oh for Norms sake! Would it kill that Oaf to keep his mouth shut for five minutes.” He grumbled.

“Well, I for one am glad he told me, it gives me a better understanding. It’s the worst being stuck on a different planet, never mind being stuck on one with no clue to what’s actually going on.”

You came to a place which involved a bit of scrambling and avoiding muddy muddles and the two of you concentrated for a while on that before Loki answered you.

“It was perhaps better you didn’t know, the less you are aware of, the safer you are here.”

You huffed, “Oh please.”

Loki raised an eyebrow at you to continue.

“Well it’s not as if I’m exactly safe to begin with, between you threatening me or grabbing me every three seconds when I say something that pisses you off and then being attacked by mythical creatures, I may as well be informed.”

“Shh” He suddenly said.

You tutted at him,“Don’t shush me.”

“Shh sh” He repeated.

You looked up at him, and he had stood rigidly still and was peering intently around him.

He put a finger to his lips and signalled you to follow him. He pulled back the branches of a tree you were near revealing a camp.

“The barbarians.” You whispered.

Suddenly, you heard noises and voices approaching the camp. Loki grabbed you (again) and pulled you close, as the two of you waited and watched.

Men filled the camp, bringing with them exploits from their latest raid.

Ragnar, you assumed which one he was based on how the other men treated him, was a tall man with long black hair tied up with a red ribbon and a black goatee. He would have been kind of good-looking, but goatee’s weren’t really your thing. He did kind of remind you of a sexy pirate though.

The men started to build a fire up, looking as if they were settling in for the evening.

“What shall we do?” You whispered as quietly as you could.

“Just wait.” Loki whispered back.

You became aware at that moment of how close you were to him (yet again). There was that familiar scent, something vaugely orangey and like pine nuts. His arm was cool around your middle where he was yet to let go. You fought the impulse to lean back against him. You wondered what he would do if you did that. Probably push you into the barbarian camp.

“I can use my seidr if necessary.”

God why did he have to sound like that, it made it very difficult to listen properly and not to melt into a puddle. Which is probably why you asked,

“What? How is that going to help us? Why do you even have that?”

Loki looked at you, confused.

“What are you babbling about mortal?”

“Why, do you have some cider with you?”

You watched as something bubbled up on Loki’s features. His eyes started to crinkle at the corners and his mouth quirked.

“Seidr, mortal. My Magic.”

“Well how was I supposed to know it was called that, I don’t speak Adgardian.”

During your bickering, you had taken your eyes off the barbarians and their camp, and a feeling of dread hit you in the stomach when you heard,

“Well, what do we have here then?”

As you looked up slowly and stared into the face of Ragnar.

AN: Also I know not everyone loves asshole Loki but remember this is an enemies to friends to lovers fic, and it can't be that if there isn't a bit of contention to begin with between Loki and Latte! If that's not your cup of tea and you just want fluffy loki all the way through this clearly is not the fic for you! However, of course dear readers he will get softer as the fic goes on and gets to know our reader character, and this is not a fic in which RC and Loki will get together while Loki is still acting like an asshole, but both characters have some growing and getting over past traumas and beliefs first and these things take some time my dudes before we get to the fluff and smut and happy endings ect! But I hope you can start to see how the dynamic is changing between them!

Also for those wanting more of a confrontation between Loki and Latte about the night prior that is coming in the next chapter hehe! This one ran away from me before I had time to address it lmao

Taglist: (someone has actually asked to be on my tag-list, big thanks I didn't know if anyone was that interested so I never asked but if you did want to be on let me know!) also ps - I hope I've tagged you right!

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years ago

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Tease [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4110

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Every time George tries to get you alone, something seems to interrupt you and he can’t seem to catch a break. Maybe he just needs to get a bit more creative, or maybe teasing you under the table is enough to get you as worked up and desperate as he is.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. george is being a hot cheeky bastard wanting to shag his girlfriend.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @harrysweasleys @toranyx @theweirdsideofstuff @ickle-ronniekins @levylovegood @wand3ringr0s3 @diary-of-an-onliner

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: idk, george makes me feel things. enjoy and thanks for requesting nonnie! ❤️

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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George was frustrated. In both senses of the word. He had originally thought that inviting you to the Burrow over Christmas was a wonderful idea, and whilst he loved having you around, he felt as though he’d barely even seen you since you’d arrived. And it was beginning to drive him insane.

He loved that you got along with his family so well, that they constantly wanted to be around you but, in his eyes, he’d invited you there to be with him, and the fact you’d probably had around 10 minutes alone over the last week was starting to get to him.

It didn’t help, and he was certain you were doing this on purpose, that you kept wearing his shirts around the Burrow - something you knew turned him on - or that one day you wore a jumper that fell off one shoulder, exposing the area of skin that George wanted to kiss and bite down on. Or, worse, that one day you wore a skirt and knee high socks - Merlin, George thought he felt his heart stop that day.

He’d tried multiple times to get you alone - pulled you into empty rooms in the Burrow to kiss you, locked Fred out of their bedroom and even tried snogging you outside but it had gotten too cold and started snowing. Unfortunately, each time you were alone in a room together, you’d been interrupted fairly quickly by his family coming to ask you something or other, or in the case of locking his twin out, Fred had grabbed a broom and flew up to the window and knocked on there instead, wiggling his eyebrows and wolf whistling at the both of you as he found you underneath your boyfriend (fully clothed, much to George’s dismay).

So to say he was getting desperate would be an understatement.

And as he watched you from across the living room, sat cross legged on one of the couches as you laughed with Ginny, he began thinking of new ways to spend time with you, without the rest of his family barging in.

He thought about locking Fred out again, but this time closing the curtains and the window. He thought about the shed outside, and as much as he’d like to be in those close quarters with you, he knew it was far too cold. All he wanted was to be with you, without everyone else hanging round.

He finally saw his chance when Ginny decided to go off to talk to Hermione about some work she had for the next coming school term, leaving you in the living room with just the twins.

George seized the moment, standing up and walking over to you. He leant down to your ear, his voice low and warm breath hitting the side of your face, “My room, in two minutes.” You felt a shiver down your spine as you watched him walk off towards the stairs, eyes glued to the way his back muscles were moving in the t shirt he was wearing, but not missing the warning look he shot at Fred, who was sat in front of the fire and smirking at his younger twin.

You stood up after a minute, straightening out your sweater before following in the direction of where George had just left, rolling your eyes but laughing all the same when Fred called after you, “Not on my bed, okay?”

“That was one time!” You joked, laughing harder when you heard him spluttering out a horrified, “What?!”

Reaching the top of the stairs, you made the familiar journey to the twins’ room, where George was waiting. No sooner had you pushed the twins’ door open were you suddenly pressed against it, your boyfriend’s lips on yours, kissing you desperately, as if it were the last thing he’d ever do. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands resting on the skin underneath the hem of your sweater.

His fingers ran up your side to the base of your bra, gently stroking along the lace as his eyes widened, him pulling away very slightly, both to catch his breath and ask, “You’re wearing lace for me?”

You shrugged, grinning at him, “Maybe.”

He groaned, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, “You’re killing me, love.”

He ducked his head to press open mouthed kisses across your neck, talking between each one, “Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been not being as close to you as I want to be? I’ve been going insane.”

“You think you’re the only one?”

His hands ran down your body and round to your bum, giving it a squeeze as he pushed you against the wall. As he trailed up towards your mouth to kiss you properly, he tugged gently at the hem of your sweater.

Just as you had pulled it over your head - George mesmerised by the way your lace bra accentuated your breasts - you heard Molly call up the stairs that food was ready, and for everyone to come down.

George shook his head, grabbing your waist, “I can’t wait any longer, just look what you’ve done to me, love.” He pressed himself against you, and you could feel him hard against where you wanted him, making your breath hitch.

“Let’s just not go,” he mumbled, tracing kisses across your collarbone and down to the tops of your breasts.

You let out a breathy sigh as you ran your hand through his messy hair, “We have to, your mum has made food and honestly I’d love to eat it - I’m hungry and she’s an amazing cook.”

George buried his head into your shoulder,

“I’d rather eat something else to be honest.”

“George!” You playfully swatted at his arm, before pulling away and moving around him to grab the sweater you’d dropped, putting it back on.

As you passed him again, he reached out to grab your hip, “Are you sure we have to go?” You nodded, “Yes! Everyone will be waiting for us.”

“Fine...” He agreed, albeit reluctantly, running a hand through his hair to tidy it a little as he sat on his bed. You stood near the doorway for a couple of minutes, waiting for him to stand up, however he continued to sit there, making you raise an eyebrow and turn to walk out, hoping it would prompt him to follow, “Right, come on then.”

“Give me a minute,” he replied, staring at the floor.

You turned back to him with a frown. “Why- oh!” You realised, “Want me to wait or go?”

George licked his lips, his eyes looking you up and down, “Should probably go darlin’, knowing you’re right next to me looking like you do is enough to keep me hard all night.”

Scoffing out a laugh, you looked at him sympathetically, “We’ll finish this later, I promise.”

You left him in his room, heading down the stairs to where the family usually ate meals, finding most of them already there, bar Ron and Harry, who arrived a few minutes after you, pushing and shoving each other as they laughed at something one of them had said.

You were sat at the end of the table, Fred across from you, an empty seat to your left for George. Molly rushed into the room, placing plates of food down with a wave of her wand, fussing over Harry before heading over to you, “Do you know where George is, dear?”

“I think he’s in his room, Molly. Said he’d be down soon,” you replied with a smile. She placed a plate in front of you and nodded as you thanked her, “That boy is never on time for anything I swear - he’ll be late to even your wedding, just you watch dear!”

Her comment made your cheeks warm, and you ducked your head to hide your smile just as she wandered off to grab a plate for Percy, who was sat at the other end of the table beside Arthur, deep in conversation.

“So, where is my dear younger twin?” Fred asked, shooting you a knowing smirk as he began eating the food on his plate.

“Well-“

“I’m right here,” George announced as he entered the room, finally making his appearance as he took the seat beside you.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Fred spoke with a knowing grin shot in his twin’s direction.

“Yeah well, I had something to take care of,” George grumbled, sharing a glance with you and rolling his eyes when Fred let out a mocking laugh.

The beginning of the meal went by as normal, the family laughing and joking, you joining in. You’d just placed some more food in your mouth when you felt George’s hand on your thigh, just above your knee - the place he knew got you worked up. You glanced over at him, but his focus was on the conversation going on about a new muggle artefact Arthur had discovered at work.

Thinking it was just a coincidence, you went back to eating, however you suddenly felt his hand slide up your thigh slowly, fingertips squeezing gently, and dancing across the waistband of your trousers. Noticing the small smirk on George’s face, you shook your head a little at him, gesturing discreetly at the rest of his family, but he didn’t seem to be too concerned.

His hand moved down into your underwear, his fingers finding your clit easily - both from practice and from just knowing your body so well - and he gently began tracing circles, making your hips jolt forward and causing you to almost drop your fork.

He gave you a cheeky grin, “Everything okay there, love?” You grit your teeth as you replied, “Everything is just fine.”

His applied a little more pressure, circling faster and making you bite your lip. You swallowed a content sigh so as to not egg him on, and tried to focus on the main conversation, which had moved onto Hogwarts.

“So Y/n,” Molly began, making everyone turn to you, including George, who shot you a half smirk before picking up his pace, making you swallow harshly, “How are your lessons going?”

“They’re going quite well, Molly!” You replied, though your voice was slightly shaky, “I’m enjoying Care of Magical Creatures this year, there’s some interesting-“ you let out a half gasp as George suddenly pushed a finger into you, earning a few looks of concern.

“Are you okay, dear?” Molly asked, “Do you need me to get you anything?”

“Oh no! I’m fine, thank you! I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened there! But as I was saying, there’s some interesting creatures we’re learning about this year, so I’m really excited,” you smiled, hoping no one would be suspicious (nobody seemed to be, even Fred seemed preoccupied and wasn’t paying much attention, which you were thankful for.)

Hermione began talking about her own lessons, and you shot a warning glare over at George, who smiled innocently at you, as if he wasn’t currently fingering you under the table where his family were eating their evening meal. He added a second finger casually, bringing you closer to the edge.

He moved his fingers in and out, smirking to himself as he continuing eating his meal with one hand. He carried on for a couple of minutes and your hips began thrusting slightly towards his hand.

However, just as you clenched around him, he stopped what he was doing for a moment. You glared up at him, raising an eyebrow but he just shot you a lazy half smile, waiting for you to come back down a little before moving again, purposely teasing you.

Thankfully, the food was eaten quickly, meaning George had to stop. You were both grateful for that, and annoyed as you were now even more frustrated than before, as he hadn’t actually let you finish.

Soon after the plates were cleared, Molly ushered you all into the living room to sit down and wait for her to bring you all some hot chocolate. It was a tradition you adored usually, however since you were sat near your hot boyfriend who had now made you extremely sexually frustrated, you couldn’t wait for everyone to just go to bed.

George shared a couch with you, draping a blanket across both of your legs, and making sure you were comfy. You leant your head against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A few minutes later, you were all sat around the roaring fire, chatting together over your mugs of hot chocolate. You brought it up to your nose and revelled in the amazing smell, before taking your first sip. You had to admit, if there was one thing you loved about Christmas at the Weasleys, it was Molly’s hot chocolate.

You rested the mug on your knee, however nearly spilled some of your drink when you felt George’s free hand creep under the blanket and across your thigh. You tensed, still on edge from his antics at the dinner table - something that made him smile to himself, knowing you were getting just as worked up as he had been all week.

Placing a hand over his, you halted his actions, trying to push him away just a little, in order to be more decent. Undeterred, George decided to wait a couple of minutes before trying again. He placed his hand on the inside of your thigh, and then left it there, unmoving and right where you wanted him, making you shift uncomfortably.

You quickly drank your hot chocolate and placed it on the side table next to you, before looking over at George and raising an eyebrow at him. He grinned innocently just as he squeezed your inner thigh, making you press you lips together and it taking everything in you not to buck your hips against his hand.

Luckily, Hermione stood up soon after she’d finished her own drink, placing the mug on the table and stretching, “Thank you for the hot chocolate, Mrs Weasley, but I think I’m going to head up to bed. I’ve got a new book that I can’t wait to start!”

And then after Hermione, one by one, you noticed everyone bidding their goodnights and heading up the stairs and further into the burrow, until you realised it was just Molly and Arthur left. And after a while, even they retreated upstairs too - Molly ensuring you knew there was more food left in the kitchen if you wanted it - meaning you and George were finally alone.

“You tease!” You scolded, “Under the bloody table and then under a blanket when your family were literally less than a metre away from us? What were you thinking?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it. It excited you, knowing they were there, didn’t it?” He said in a low tone, his eyes flickering down to your lips. You opened your mouth to reply but no words came out, knowing he wasn’t exactly wrong, and he knew it.

George bit his lip and gave one last glance up the stairs before bringing you into a rough kiss, pulling you onto him so you were straddling him on the couch.

It didn’t take long for you both to be breathing heavily, hot breaths hitting your face as he licked down your jaw.

He shifted under you, rolling his hips up into you, making the both of you groan, before you had to pull away a little.

“You sure you want to do it here?” You asked as you glanced up the stairs at where his family had disappeared to moments before.

“We’ve tried everywhere else, and kept being interrupted. Here, everyone is going to sleep. It’s our best chance,” George reasoned, running a finger along the waistband of your trousers.

“What if someone needs something from down here and catches us?” You asked, though you began leaning towards him to bring him into another kiss. He smirked back at you, “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

And you hated to admit it, but he was right. Something about the risk of being caught whilst being fucked by George was definitely appealing, and you looked up at him, biting your lip as you smiled, “I suppose so.”

That was all George needed to bring you back into a hot kiss, swirling his tongue around your mouth as you ground your hips down onto him, making him groan into your mouth. His hands gripped your waist pulling you against him further as one of yours ran through his hair, the other resting on his chest.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmured against your lips, taking a quick breather to grab the hem of your sweater and helping you to pull it off, throwing it on the floor and leaving you in that lacy bra that George had been picturing the entire time he was sat at the table.

You reached round to unclip it but George stopped you, “Keep the bra on... and your knickers while you’re at it, I’m just gonna pull them to one side and fuck you whilst you’re wearing them.”

You moaned at the thought, grinding down onto his hard cock again, making him let out a shuddering breath. Pulling away for a moment, you stood up to take your trousers off, George doing the same. He then pulled off his underwear, his cock springing out, long and hard as he stroked himself a couple of times before sitting back down on the couch, pulling you down onto him again.

You could feel him against the lace of your underwear, and you circled your hips, making him groan against the skin of your neck, where he was pressing wet, open mouthed kisses, occasionally biting and sucking to elicit breathy moans from you.

“Look at you being all desperate for me,” George commented, watching as you kept bucking your hips against him, needy for the friction between your legs.

He reached down into your soaked underwear for the second time that evening, teasing your clit again before bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them off. He felt you grinding yourself down onto him and smirked to himself before deciding to move you a little to the right so you were now straddling his thigh, “Reckon you could come just from fucking my thigh, love?”

He jolted his leg a little, the skin of his muscular thigh moving against the material of your underwear and hitting you in just the right spot, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Merlin, you look so wickedly hot right now,” George breathed out, watching as you circled your hips around his thigh, eyes shut, head falling back as gasps fell from your pretty lips. At the back of his mind, he was aware that you couldn’t be much louder if you didn’t want to be caught, but Godric, did George love the sounds you were making.

“I’m close,” you gasped as he squeezed your hips, lifting his thigh a little to add more pressure. “That’s a good girl, I’m right here,” he murmured in your ear. Just a few minutes later, you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure washing over you, leaning your head onto George’s shoulders as he pressed kisses along the side of your neck.

“You looked so pretty coming for me like that, darlin’. Did you enjoy my thigh?” He murmured, sucking on a patch of skin below your ear. You nodded feebly, still seeing stars, and George smiled against your skin. He gave you a couple of minutes to bring your heart rate back to normal, however as soon as he felt your hips moving again, he leaned back with a smug expression and bit his lip, glancing from your dazed eyes to your swollen lips, “Are you ready for more, princess?”

All you could bring yourself to do was nod, finally satisfied from all the teasing he’d done to you over the course of the evening. He kissed you gently, a difference pace from a few moments previous, before thrusting his hips up to meet yours, enjoying the moan that escaped you as he hit your sensitive clit.

You felt him move your underwear to the side, and he lifted you up a little, allowing you slowly sink down onto him, making you both groan, enjoying the feeling of him being inside you again.

“You feel so bloody good, love,” he praised as you started to move up and down on his cock, circling your hips and falling into a rhythm as you rode him, “Taking me so well. My good girl.”

“George,” you breathed out, clutching his shoulders and he grabbed your hips to guide you. His head fell back, heavy breaths leaving his lips as you continued to ride him, both of you getting close - you from all the stimulation and him from his lack of.

You continued moving on him as he pushed his hips up to meet your thrusts. He sat up a little bit, causing him to go deeper, and you had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out.

“You’re so good to me, love. I’m getting close,” he groaned, leaning forward to press kisses to the tops of your breasts, gently biting at one in order to leave a mark.

“Georgie you feel amazing, I’m-“ you finished your sentence with a groan as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he murmured into your neck, and you let your second orgasm of the night hit you, pleasure flowing through your body as your eyes closed and head fell back, clenching around him and moaning again as you felt George finish inside of you just as you began to come down from the high.

You both stayed there for a moment, the only sounds being the both of your heavy breathing as you tried to steady your heart rate.

And that’s when you heard the sound of the steps creaking and you froze, hands gripping onto George’s shoulders as your heart beat fast for a different reason this time, praying whoever it was wouldn’t find you in the position you were in currently - namely, sat on top of your boyfriend on his couch with him still inside you. You waited with bated breath, eyes shutting in anticipated embarrassment as he pulled the blanket around you in case he had to hide you.

“Will you two be a bit quieter? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

You exhaled at the sound of Fred’s voice hissing down from the top of the stairs, thanking Merlin it wasn’t Molly.

“Please just go back to the room, Fred,” George called back to his twin through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know, I kinda want a glass of water now I’m up...” Fred replied, and you heard him step down onto the next stair tauntingly.

“Fred!” George warned. “Fine, I’m going, I’m going!”

You heard him heading back up the creaky stairs and across to where you knew his room was before opening your eyes to look up at George, letting out a small giggle as he leant his forehead against your shoulder for a moment, before pulling you off of him carefully and standing up to grab a cloth for you, unable to keep himself from laughing too.

“You know he’s never going to let us forget this right?” You grinned in the dark, before grabbing the cloth from him.

“Might as well make it a night to remember then, huh?” George grinned cheekily, leaning against the nearby wall and crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes wandered down the veins in his lower arms before looking up at him, “What do you mean?”

“I’m thinking, round two, you sat on the kitchen counter, with my head between your legs. What do you say?” George smirked, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked you over.

You stood up quickly, grabbing his hand, “I say let’s go.”

“Well that didn’t take much convincing,” he followed you into the kitchen with a grin.

“Yeah well,” you replied as you reached the kitchen counter, him grabbing your waist and lifting you up onto it, standing between your legs,

“Right now I’d rather you use that tongue for something other than talking.”

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jujutsubabe · 4 years ago

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“This is so pathetic”

Synopsis: In which you and Megumi get really touch starved after not seeing each other for too long 😌

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: reposting this cause the last one got super blocked! It got no likes at all omg

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You laid in Megumi’s bed squinting up at a textbook you were supposed to be taking notes on. As you stared all the words blurred together the longer you went over them and Itadori’s mumbling as he read aloud made you lose focus.

You sighed before reaching over the bed to tap his head. “Itadori can you please read in your head.”

Nobora clicked her tongue from across the room, “You’re almost an adult and you still can’t read in your head!?”

“I can’t help it, it helps me focus better.” He whined.

“Well if you could, could you just,” you pinched your fingers, “quiet down a little more, I’d love that.”

“If you could read in your head I’d love that.” Nobora grinned.

As Itadori pouted you moved the text book up and down, trying to see if a change in movement would do you better. You squinted, glared, flipped pages, whatever, no matter what the words continued to jumble.

You dropped the book and looked over to Megumi, he sat at his desk effortlessly writing away. It looked as though he did this daily, skimming his eyes over the pages and flipping within seconds. He had filled notes piled all over his desk in messy, but organized stacks.

You turned your head to the few sheets of notes you took, with margins full of doodles. You had to write so much more information.

If only you, Nobora and Itadori hadn’t slacked off all day watching movies, you would be at the same level as him. Or better yet, finished!

You popped some candy Itadori bought into your mouth. You had all been studying for hours, you figured it could be time for a bit of movement.

You hopped over Itadori’s legs to the door, “I’m gonna get a drink from the vending machine, anyone wanna come?”

Nobora shook her head, “I’m good, can you bring two sodas for me though?” She fluttered her eyelashes until you rolled your eyes and held your hand out. She squealed before placing some quarters in your palm. “You can keep the change!”

“Thanks.” With what she gave you, you’d have enough change leftover to throw one penny at someone's car. “Anyone else?”

Megumi stood from his chair while Itadori looked up from his game, “I'll go.” They said at once.

They turned to each other, Itadori’s face full of interest while Megumi’s was full of anything but that. You didn’t like being around people for a long period of time, but he really didn’t like it. Especially when they were in his space for this long.

He did tell them to “go somewhere” but like usual you all didn’t listen and procrastinated all day. Leaving a loud group of teens within Megumi’s quiet space was torture, you swore if you squinted you could see him twitching every time anyone talked.

You looked between the boys, Megumi probably needed an excuse to go outside. You hoped Itadori would somehow get that.

Itadori cocked his head, not reading the room. “Nice! It’ll be the three of us the—”

Before he could finish Megumi already slipped out and slid the door shut, leaving Itadori hanging with his mouth open. Nobora laughed at him.

———————

The two of you walked in silence, Megumi thinking and you in your own little world. The sounds of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement.

He wondered what you were thinking about as you hummed and blew on your hands. Your sweater didn’t have any pockets so you kept pulling your sleeves over them.

“Are you cold?” Megumi asked.

You nodded but continued to rub your hands together, “But we might get caught if we hold hands.”

The two of you were dating. Very secretly, only being romantic whenever you had definite private places to kiss and hold hands. If it was in public it would be you giving a quick peck to his cheek or his hand slipping into yours.

You two wanted it to be a quiet relationship, at least until your friends and teacher happened to catch you guys, which you were both very careful to avoid. He figured as soon as the group found out it would be full of so much chatter and teasing, something you both weren’t too interested in dealing with at the moment.

He flicked his eyes around the building then held his hand out, “No ones here.”

“Are you sure…? What if Gojo comes out of nowhere?” You checked your surroundings as you whispered.

The two of you silently listened for any rustling or footsteps of some kind. He continued to glance at you while your eyebrows pushed together, when you were focused on something he thought you had the sweetest expressions.

Even you looking frustrated made him feel soft, like today when you struggled with that book. It was cute and he couldn’t help but look at you every so often, whenever someone looked back at him he would turn and start writing something random down. He had a few piles of paper with random crap all over it… he really hoped Nobora or Itadori didn’t check his notes while he was gone.

He looked down at the hands by your sides, at this point he didn’t care if the relationship got exposed to everyone.

“Please.” He mumbled.

You pulled on your ears, leaning forward to hear him again. “Huh, what’d you say?”

He squirmed the longer you looked at him. “I didn’t say anything...” he looked away the closer you got to his face.

“You didn’t? I thought I heard you say something.” You backed down, teetering on your toes.

“I…” his tongue tied as he tried to spit out what he wanted to say. It felt like he was confessing to you all over again. He internally groaned as he lost courage to say the words that he felt were too embarrassing to share. “This is so pathetic…”

You grinned, “What are you trying to say? Is it that bad?”

He shook his head, covering his mouth as he circled his brain about how to say his thoughts. Get it together! You two are dating. This shouldn’t be that hard to express, why was he struggling so bad with this?

He glanced down at your hands, flickering his eyes between your face and them. You were shivering and he wanted to do something nice, and he also kind of didn’t see you all day. So he didn’t understand why it was so embarrassing to admit it.

You followed his gaze down before twisting your hand around. “Are you trying to ask if you can hold my hand?”

He frowned, it was even more embarrassing for you to catch onto him...

“So that’s what it was?” You pulled his hand away from his mouth, pulling it up to your lips. “That’s not bad, it’s cute.”

You gave a quick peck to his knuckles, making him let out a flustered noise he tried to eat up with a cough. His brows knitted together as he tried his best to look away, he must have felt overwhelmed or something, your hands were cold but so much warmth spread through his arm.

You two hadn’t held hands in so long, it was like that first sip of drinking cold water on a hot day. You were refreshing, well needed company after a long day.

He intertwined your hands correctly, fingers wrapped up in each other, held inbetween the center of you both.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

You grinned as you squeezed his hand, “I missed you too.”

He let out a sigh, letting the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as you two stared at each other. The crickets cooed and the wind wisped soundly against the grass, if you listened closer you could hear the whirring of cars on the main roads.

You turned your head closer to his, looking up to him as you cupped his cheek. Your eyes danced over every feature of his face as he looked down at you with his glossy, painted like eyes.

He leaned down, fluttering his pretty lashes shut as you pulled him in closer. Up until your lips touched, a light butterfly kiss that felt like a small cloud graced your face. You could feel him smiling the second your lips touched, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you in just a tad bit deeper.

Your lips were soft, pushing onto his with a gentle squish. He was a little too excited for this. But who could blame him? With the way you touched him it made him warm on the inside, you had him wrapped around your finger with every smooch.

You grazed his cheek with your hands pressing kisses all over his face. He felt himself go weak under your fingertips, every press of your lips against his face made his heart rise into his throat.

How did he get someone like you?

This felt right to him, pulling you away from friends for a night time kiss felt needed. You pulled away, tapping his cheeks while he blinked his eyes open.

His eyes glided over your features, the moon highlighting every lovely aspect of your face. He ran his thumb over your cheek, making space, about to give you one more kiss before he heard a gasp.

“Fushiguro you creep! What are you doing!?”

The two of you flipped around to see Nobora with Itadori trailing right behind her. Itadori’s face dropped open while Nobora’s face twisted into itself.

“Yeah Fushiguro, get it!” Itadori pumped his fist up and down.

You were blinking and taking in your surroundings, one second you were being romantic with your boyfriend, the next you were caught by your friends. You looked between the two wondering where they even came from.

“Why are you guys out here?”

“I didn’t tell you what sida to get and you two were taking a long time!” Nobora pinched your cheek until you apologized.

You rubbed the side of your face as you checked your pocket for change, you forgot she sent you out here. You were too caught up in this quiet boy’s eyes to realize people could have gotten suspicious if you didn’t hurry.

You sighed, nothing you could do now, Itadori was already embarrassing Megumi and you couldn’t help but giggle. As hectic as this situation was, at least now you two could show a tad more affection in public. Nothing more than holding hands, but this reaction from the two wasn’t bad.

You cocked your head, though sweet, this situation felt a little too calm… you looked around as you thought of something that was missing in this situation, like an almost full puzzle piece with one left to fill.

Itadori sighed, “I can’t believe Fushiguro started dating before us…”

“Right it’s not fair…” Nobora nodded solemnly.

Megumi scoffed as the two moped. Scolding them for ‘not minding their business’ as you laughed at them. It was so cute seeing your friends like this over your secret relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit happy your secret was released.

That was until you heard shuffling from around the corner. You all turned your heads until you heard a voice.

“Did I hear Megumi and dating in the same sentence?” Gojo slipped from the deep dark shadows below, a goofy smile wrapped around his cheeks.

Ah there it is, the missing piece.

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