#Since we got sick and couldn't take a shower

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#you #... #you... #Congrats with surviving... I hope it wasn't too bad... #We had something similar last year #We live in a kind of a distant village #And our streets are connected to one heating system #And it was so cold last year that this station just broke #Me and my sister have been without water electricity and heat first day *giggle* It was funny to wear 2 complects of cloths and jacket #It was... like... -14 inside of home? *giggle* #On the second day we at least got electricity back and got a little heater (We were separated from parents so the have been calling 3 #times per day XDD) We closed all doors to not let the heat outside #Since we got sick and couldn't take a shower #We were able to go to school but we looked like shit XDD #Then we were lying next 2 days like potatoes in one room with a heater... it felt awful XDD #They couldn't fix the main heating system for almost 3 days #It was... funny.... never want to experience the same again and hope you will not too

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty Three - She-Devil

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

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Warnings: light smut, oral (fem!receiving)

Just as he said he would, Daniel took care of everything. He got Milo moved to the same school as Olivia and took him out for any extra supplies he might have needed.

Ever since he promised to take care of everything, Milo and his Momma had stayed at his house. It stirred something inside of Daniel, a need to have them there permanently. It certainly would be easier than her stopping off at their house to feed the cat when she took Milo to and from school

(For those of you worried about the cat, don't be. She was able to roam the house ad much as she liked. She could sleep anywhere, was jumping on the kitchen table (were she wasn't allowed) and, every time she was hungry, she had someone come and fill her bowl up).

On Milo's first day at the school, they drove them in together. She sat in the passenger seat, Daniels hand resting on her thigh as he drover the four of them to the school. It was his music playing through the speakers for the duration of the drive.

"How you feeling, Milo?" She asked as she looked in the rear view mirror.

Milo shrugged and she couldn't help but sigh. At least this time he'd have Olivia there with him.

Leaving Milo at the school gates was maybe one of the hardest things she ever had to do. She kissed his head as she said goodbye, fussing over him until Daniel gently pulled her away.

"He's gonna be fine," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Daniel drove her to work after that. Even if she hadn't expressed it, he knew just how nervous she was to go to work while Milo was at school. She was just expecting a phone call, a member of staff calling her to pick him up because he felt sick.

But she made it through the day without getting a phone call. There was a small part of her that was worried the school had called Daniel, taking Milo home without her knowledge.

Daniel picked her up from work. "I think we should get them McDonalds when we pick them up," said Daniel as she climbed into the passenger seat.

A grin split across her face. "You mean Milo stayed for the entire day?" She asked him.

Daniel nodded. "I didn't hear anything from the school."

They got the kids McDonalds before heading home (stopping to feed the cat on the way). As much as Daniel wanted to ask her to move in, he bit his tongue. He could wait just a little bit longer.

For the next week, Daniel took the kids to school while she took herself to work. When Daniel wasn't busy, he brought her some lunch, spending as much time with her as he could before his next Grand Prix.

A benefit of Daniels big house was the distance between the rooms. There was no way the kids could hear what was going on in their bedroom.

Daniel had her on the edge of the bed, on his knees in front of her with his face buried in her cunt. He had become an expert at using his tongue to bring wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, until her body was convulsing and she was pushing him away with oversensitivity.

When she came so hard that her legs shook, Daniel crawled up her body and kissed her. He kissed down her neck and held her close until she was ready for him.

Sometimes it was a night long affair. Sometimes she lasted just three rounds, out of breath as Daniel ran the bath or started the shower for the two of them.

When Daniel went off to the Grand Prix on the Wednesday, Olivia went to stay with her mother. She didn't want to go, crossing her arms and pouting with furrowed brows as Daniel pulled up outside of her mothers house.

He'd given Y/N a key to the house, told her that she could stay while he was gone. She wanted to, she really kid, found comfort in the space that was his. But she couldn't didn't feel right about it. They weren't at that stage in their relationship.

So, she and Milo stayed in their house for the first time in a month.

Without Daniel there, she took Milo to school. She hadn't taken him to school since his first day, and she couldn't deny she was excited to again. Milo told his momma all about what he expected from the day ahead as she drove him.

"Danny normally stays in the car while Olivia and I get out," he said as his mother pulled into the car park.

"Oh?" His mother said as she pulled into a space. "Why, Milo?" She asked and killed the engine.

"Because we're cool," he answered and picked up his bag. He took a minute to look around the car park, spotted Olivia and climbed out of the car.

She had to sit and watch as he made his way over to his best friend. Her little munchkin was growing up. Olivia spotted her in the car and waved before she and Milo headed into the school. He finally looked happy.

But Olivia wasn't the only one that spotted her. She didn't see as Olivia's mother climbed out of her car and strode across the car park, fury written on her face. She muttered something under her breath and approached the car.

Part of Olivia's mother wanted to pull open the car door and yank Y/N out by her hair. But, instead, she knocked on the window.

Y/N rolled down the window, wearing as polite a smile as she could muster as she looked at Olivia's mother. "Hi, Kerry-Ann," she said to her, always remaining polite.

Kerry-Ann gave her as polite a smile as she began speaking. "I'm surprised to see you and your son here," she said and checked her sharp, talon-like nails. "I didn't think you'd be able to afford to send him somewhere like this."

She should have known this was coming. She looked down at her lap and back at Kerry-Ann. "Yeah, well, only the best for my son."

"Danny is paying for this, isn't he?" She asked suddenly. "He's paying for everything and you're just using him." Her tone was harsh, accusing, but she didn't bite. "You're fucking him for his money, aren't you?"

Y/N let out a dry laugh. "Come on now, Kerry-Ann. I'm not you."

"He doesn't love you!" She suddenly shouted. "He won't love you and he'll always put his career first. He did that to me and I'm the mother of his child."

Y/N sucked in a breath. Finally, she turned towards Kerry-Ann. "Get your hand off of my car, move away from my car and piss off," she said her voice low.

Surprisingly, Kerry-Ann did exactly as she said. She stepped away from the car, allowing Y/N to pull out of the parking space. "WHORE!" Kerry-Ann shouted at the top of her lungs.

Y/N drove away from the school. Her heart was beating so incredibly fast as she made her way to work. Even when she got to work, she couldn't concentrate, oh so angered by her interaction with Kerry-Ann.

Kerry-Ann hadn't said much to her. But the little things she had said had really gotten to her, riled her up to the point where she could barely work. Her co-workers noticed, but they didn't say anything, looking between each other as she completed far less work than she was supposed to.

Kerry-Ann was a bitch and she knew it. But she couldn't stop the doubt from creeping into her mind.

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long but we're nearly done with this series (maybe four or five more chapters to go). I'm considering eventually doing a series of one shots about their future, raising the kids, them as teenagers and things like that

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Between your arms [S. R]

Spencer Reid x wife!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: after a hard day Spencer returns to his safe place

A/N: I just finished the third season, imagine it's somewhere in there. And DAMN, with each passing chapter I fall more in love with this man

When Spencer got home, he was completely exhausted. The case had been delayed longer than expected and the fact that the jet had technical problems didn’t help in the least, so the total delay was 5 hours, so it was already late at night when he opened the door of your apartment. He strongly wished that you weren't awake or he would feel guilty and that concern dissipated when he noticed that you weren't lying on the couch as he had found you so many times.

Spencer needed to shower so he could somehow wash off the stress of the case and wash off the dirt he'd picked up during his stay in the woods. Fortunately the shower was far enough from the room to go unnoticed and he took his time, enjoying the hot water running all over his body, considerably relaxing the tension he had in his muscles. Once he left, Reid took a cotton pajama that he had packed in the suitcase, it had colored stripes on the white fabric and you had given it to him for a birthday many years ago. The fabric was already worn by time, but he loved the calming feeling it gave him, and the smell of your favorite fabric softener on it made him feel like he was right at home.

When he opened the door of your room he found you in bed, sleeping so peacefully that he felt some envy, but at the same time he smiled tenderly. He and you were very different when it came to sleeping: he couldn't fall asleep if he wasn't tucked in, he had a hard time doing it alone, he constantly woke up to go to the bathroom and he tossed and turned throughout the night. You, on the other hand, could sleep soundly as soon as your body touched the mattress, fully exposed, and you would stay in the same pose on your left side unless he asked you to reposition yourself. You slept on the inner side for reasons of practicality, because when he was late or had to leave due to an emergency it was easier for him to jump out of bed, and you always did it hugging a stuffed dog that Spencer had won for you in a fair.

Many people would think that getting married at 21 was crazy and even a couple of gossip told you that you were making a mistake or that it would only take a few months for one of you to file for divorce, but four long years had passed since then. Not everything was perfect, because there were arguments as in all marriages, and to that we had to add the constant stress that Spencer's work had, not only for him but also for you. Although, somehow, you had made it work and he always found the time to dedicate himself only to you, because he knew that you deserved it. You had a good position in a real estate company, nothing risky, and with hours that were always respected.

You two preferred not to think about it, especially him, but there was a degree of codependency in your relationship that you hoped wouldn't escalate into something sick or dangerous. You had had a difficult life, Spencer continued to have a difficult life, but little by little you two opened up to each other and the communication helped comfort what sometimes still tormented you. Reid had saved you from committing many idiots and if it wasn't for you, he didn't know how he could have faced situations or ghosts from his past. You were his reason for living and your apartment was that safe place where he could isolate himself from the whole world and live his own utopia. With you there was no suffering, there were no traumas, no crimes, no coworkers who ignored him... and when that existed, you were there to hug him tight and tell him that everything would be fine.

Honestly, the fear of becoming a burden plagued him frequently, but the two of you were trying to work through your own insecurities so that you could carry on your marriage in peace.

As soon as he felt his body touch the surface of the mattress, he moaned calmly and finally allowed himself to feel all the tiredness of the day, sure that it no longer mattered because he was in the right place to rest. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds, enjoying the softness on which he was lying, until your gentle breathing next to him caught his attention. He hated waking you up during the night, but now more than ever he needed to feel you close and he considered that with such a heavy sleep you had his touch would hardly be noticeable. He moved enough to be able to wrap his arm around your entire waist and bury his head in your skin at the nape of the neck, but against all odds he heard you inhale heavily as a sign that you had noticed the grip.

“Spence?”

"I didn't want to wake you up" he apologized, as he kissed you on the shoulder to mask his remorse, although to be honest a part of him was very grateful to be able to talk to you.

"I wasn't asleep" you lied uselessly, because your voice betrayed your state of sleepiness. Careful not to let him let go of you, you turned around to face him and he smiled from ear to ear when even in the dark he noticed that you were smiling weakly at him "Did you just get there?"

“Things got difficult. We came back by train”

“Oh…” you hummed sympathetically. Your hands traveled deftly up to his face and you stroked with your thumbs, watching him turn to putty between your fingers. “Did you even have dinner? Let me make you something"

"No, no, darling," he hastened to say, stopping you from getting up to go to the kitchen. Honestly, hunger was the least of Spencer's worries at that moment, his mind was longing to receive your body heat and with some luck multiple kisses on the face and lips "Just stay here with me"

If in normal circumstances it was already difficult to deny your husband something, it was even worse when he whispered in that pleading tone, so you simply nodded and snuggled closer against him. His long golden hair tickled your nose and you realized that Spencer had used your conditioner again, even though he had promised not to do it again, but you didn't mind at all.

"You feel good?" you asked softly, as one of your hands traveled to the back of his head to stroke his head and you maneuvered your other arm for him to use as a pillow.

He was very protective as a husband, perhaps motivated by the fear that some of the horrible things he saw daily at his work would happen to you, and he constantly looked out for your well-being, but on those occasions when you took the time to pamper him after a terrible day, he swore that it was you who took care of him from the lurking monsters.

"I feel better now that I'm here," he confessed, the words slightly muffled by his lips on your skin. "I missed you."

"Oh, I know you did" you joked, now a little more lucid than at the beginning of the conversation. You were very interested in him being able to fall asleep, because once he did it, all you had to do was close your eyes to imitate him, and how to blame you? With that strong grip and his legs intertwined with yours, you felt total tranquility "I missed you too”

Your hand continued to untangle strands of his hair in an attempt to relax him and you stayed that way for a few minutes, until he broke the silence. You didn't understand at first, so you gently whispered in your ear for him to repeat it.

"I missed our nine o'clock show" it was inevitable to let out a soft laugh at the apparent priority issue of your beloved and you kissed him on the top of the head before answering.

"Yes, it is sad"

"Remember how I told you that Anita and the butler were having an affair?" he asked and you hummed affirmatively “Did I get it right?”

"Almost. She was having it with the gardener” you heard a defeated sigh under your chin and your smile only increased “Now you owe me five bucks”

“Too bad, I don't have cash with me,” he muttered, pretending to be genuinely pained. “Would you accept another method of payment?” There was no need to ask what his suggestion was from him, the gentle kiss he placed on your shoulder spoke for itself.

“Yes, but there is a problem with the currency conversion. Five dollars equals approximately…” you took a moment to think of a suitable number and when you got it a smile escaped your lips “five hundred kisses”

“Five hundred kisses?!” Reid squealed from his hiding place in your chest "That's a huge debt"

"It is"

"I better start now huh?" he said flirtatiously. He started with quick kisses on whatever section of skin was within his reach that made you laugh out loud, then he continued up your neck with more careful caresses and by the time he reached your face the kisses were slow and so gentle that you felt die. But he wasn't so merciful to you, so his kisses touched almost your entire face except your lips. "Do you keep track?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you keep track of how many kisses I gave you?”

"Oh no, I guess you'll have to start over," you whispered, as you felt his smile against your skin as he planted a kiss right on your jaw "Or if you give me one on the lips, we're even”

Spencer didn't think twice to finally indulge your wishes and it was such a warm and deep kiss that you felt like a newlywed again. There were bad times, yes, but it was these moments that made you know that facing the rest was worth it.

"I love you very much, you know that?" he sighed, still with his eyes closed and his forehead resting on yours. You lifted your head a little just so you could steal another chaste kiss from him.

"I love you more, baby"

Spencer settled back, now lying entirely on your chest and you wrapped both arms around his waist while your hands traced uneven patterns on the striped fabric on his back. You asked your ear to please get some sleep and the soft beating of your heart was enough to calm him down until exhaustion overcame him.

If there was a perfect place in the world, he knew that it was between your arms.

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[exhaslo]

Ahhhhh omg ty for writing my request of Pornstar!Miguel x Pornstar!Reader it was so cute and sooooo great <33 I loved it very much !!

IDK if you wanted to write a part 2 for it, but since you ended it off like you did, I was wondering what would happen when they meet outside. I kind of want to see a Jealous!Reader who gets jealous seeing Miguel work with someone else for a shoot cuz it looks like he’s having a great time with his co-star. But Reader takes him back to her place and gives him the night of his life? I appreciate a Dom!Miguel, but I was wondering if the roles can be reversed this time with a Dom!Reader? Not necessarily a Sub!Miguel but like more body worship and Reader trying to prove that she’s the only one for him. Get him pussy drunk >< Thank you again, and I hope the holidays don’t get too hectic for you ;-;

Ty & you're welcome!! I'm glad you liked the first request!!! I hope you enjoy this one too!

PT 1

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, riding, overstimulation, creampie

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It had been a few weeks since you and Miguel started working together. The chemistry the two of you shared was nothing you ever felt before. Honestly, you might even call this love. You weren't quite sure, especially since the type of work you did made you question the concept.

But sure enough, Miguel gave you reason to believe. Every time the two of you shared a screen, you had to compose yourself and remember that everyone thought you were acting. Hell, they were fully convinced that you were a star.

You were good, that much was true. The only time you could let yourself go and be free was when you and Miguel met at either his place or yours. Miguel was absolutely destroy you, making you question if sex work was the kind of job you were good at.

Sex was different with him. Everything was different with him. Part of you wanted to tell Miguel that you wanted to quit working as a Pornstar and just be a normal couple with him, but you were scared. Part of you wondered if Miguel even liked you back. If he even shared the same feelings that you did.

"(Y/N)!" Miguel called out, waving towards you. You hurried to his side, nuzzling your head into his chest to hide from the cold,

"Gosh! I didn't expect it to be this windy today."

"Yep," Miguel wrapped his arm around you, keeping you sheltered from the wind, "Before we get to our movie, I want to tell you something. I got a gig with another person. My manager told me to take it, b-"

"I understand, it's the job." You forced a smile, resting your head against him, "As long as we still have these moments to ourselves, I don't...mind"

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Oh you gave so much shits.

Literally the next day, you went to work and couldn't help but poke your head into Miguel's studio. There were butterflies in your stomach. This was a bad idea, but you were curious. You wanted to know who dared tried to steal your man er, partner, no, coworker. Yes, coworker!

You felt your heart sink as you watched Miguel smile towards your competition. Of course, it had to be your rival. The two started to shoot and it just kept getting worse for you. Miguel looked like he was enjoying himself with her.

Unable to watch as your rival started her horrible moans, you hurried home. You claimed that you were sick.

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Miguel stepped out of the shower after his shoot, sighing softly. He glanced at his phone, seeing a message from your manager. Miguel furrowed his brows as he read that you went home. Sick? You always gloated that you never got sick.

"Wow, Miguel, that was amazing. You know, I think we make a pretty good team. Why don't we-"

"No," Miguel said as he quickly finished to get dressed,

"Awe, don't be so mean~ How about I take you out on a date?"

"No. Got me a girlfriend," Miguel said firmly, packing his bag. Your rival just huffed,

"And she's okay with your job? She's okay with you fucking another beautiful woman?"

That was it. Miguel felt a light bulb appear above his head as he hurried out of the shower room. Leaving for the day, Miguel stepped out of the building and saw you in your car. He approached, wondering what you were doing.

"Get in," You huffed, rolling down the window.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Miguel asked, sitting down. You started to drive to your place,

"Yes." You lied.

Miguel smiled softly towards you, enjoying your cute jealously. He went to reach for your hair, playing with it as you drove.

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You were mad. Once you entered your apartment, you pushed Miguel onto the wall and started kissing him. You didn't want Miguel to enjoy working with other women. You want him to want you only. Who cares about what your managers wanted!

Pushing Miguel onto your couch, you sat on his lap and started to furiously grind against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepen the kiss. Miguel just held your waist, moving his hips along yours.

Gosh, if you weren't taking charge of this, you'd let him fuck you dumb right now. Feeling the friction starting to hurt, you quickly took off your skirt and panties. Miguel helped with your shirt, before you returned to his throbbing dick.

Taking off his pants and boxers, you grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. You were going to have Miguel burn this night into his memory. Have him remember that you are the only one for him. Hopefully he thought that.

Sucking against his tip, you moaned lowly as you played with yourself. Miguel's dick was far too big for you to take in your mouth. You tried several times. You whimpered, trying to take more of him in as you stroked his dick faster.

"(Y/N), don't....force yourself," Miguel groaned lowly, gripping onto your hair.

You muffled in protest, causing Miguel to moan. With one more lick, you watched Miguel twitch, ready to burst. Precum already dripping from his dick. You resisted a chuckle, unable to hold out much longer either.

It was funny how good the two of you were when working, but when it came to being at home? Oh, you both let yourselves loose and gave into the lust.

"I hope you're ready for a long night," You told him.

You whimpered, moaning lowly as you slowly sat on his cock. No matter how many times you fucked, his dick would always stretch you out and fill you. You almost cam on the spot. Resisting a moan, you started to bounce against his dick.

The sheer size of him was going to make you tap out for the night. Your pussy kept sucking him in while his dick twitched inside of you. The sounds of his moans were turning you on more. Resting your head against his shoulder, you whimpered a moan as you cam hard.

Miguel was not long to follow. His tight grip against your waist made you weak in the knees. You kept bouncing on his dick, becoming a slightly moaning mess as he filled you. This wasn't enough. You weren't going to let him go so easily.

"Let me take over, (Y/n)." Miguel whispered, kissing your neck. You gently pushed him back onto the couch,

"N-No! I'm taking control tonight and...I'm not going to let you rest until you learn your lesson." You huffed. Miguel just chuckled, cupping you breasts,

"Very well. I'll just ruin your pussy by sitting still."

You moaned lowly as you began to shake. Your vision was blurring as you felt your burning knot about to burst again. Your gummy walls squeezing the life out of his dick, making your mind hazy. With another bounce, you cried out as his dick rubbed against you g-spot, causing you to orgasm.

"Such a beautiful sight," Miguel hummed. You were breathing heavily, unsure how much longer you could keep going,

"Not...yet."

Eventually, you gave Miguel permission to move you to the bed. He laid down, moaning and groaning to your uncontrollable lust. You were milking him dry. Bouncing against his dick as if him cumming inside you four times wasn't enough.

Miguel was breathing heavily now as he watched you cry out from overstimulation. You were struggling to fuck him, probably because your legs gave out. Sitting up, Miguel swapped positions, pressing you against the bed,

"(Y/N), you're so fucking beautiful. Of course I know that his pussy is mine and mine alone. Think I don't get jealous thinking about all the men who had a taste of you?" Miguel groaned into your ear, snapping his hips into yours.

"A-Ah~ M-Miggy~" You whined, feeling weak. Miguel grunted and moaned as he fucked you roughly,

"You're mine. Only I get to enjoy this pussy like this. Only I can have you like this."

"I...I'm going to quit..." You admitted, squirming as you felt another orgasm coming, "I-I only want you!"

"Then I suppose I'll have to quit too,"

Miguel pulled you into a kiss, shaking as the two of you cummed together. Miguel groaned as he pulled out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. He pulled you beside him, nuzzling his head into your neck,

"You did well...I'm exhausted." He muttered. You rolled on top of him, smirking as you slid his dick into you again,

"I said I...was t-taking over for the night. I'm n-not stopping until you get drunk off me."

Miguel just chuckled weakly in response, already pussy drunk. He held your hips, watching you cry out in pleasure. Perhaps you were just trying to get pregnant, but whatever the reason, Miguel gave you want you wanted.

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You both had a goddamn good reason to call out the next day.

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Hope you enjoyed~

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Roommate: Too sick (chapter 1)

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: Hazel, you, PJ and Josie got accepted in the same college and were living together. You didn't know that Hazel was such a mother hen till you became roommates. You tried not to get too flustered while she took care of you.

Warning: 18+ Themes

Warning: Swearing. Mentions of vibrators and alcohol. This fic most likely contain smut scenes in later chapters.

Other Chapters: Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5

Song Recommendation: Crush - Tessa Violet

PJ, Josie, Hazel and you all wanted to go to same college and accepted which you all were super excited about. It has been months since you share the same place. Four rooms, living room and kitchen are combined and two bathrooms. Of course only one has a shower. But still thank god It's two bathrooms.

It has been a real experience living with them for you.

It's usually Josie and you who cooks. PJ and Hazel were officially banned from the kitchen. Well, not the fridge. But you know, the stove…

It was decided by Josie and you when Hazel and PJ tried to make Hazel's grandmother's recipe. They were alone at home when it happened. PJ wanted to help Hazel to cook, for the first time in forever and it did not end well. You were the first one who found out this incident. You were going to a friend's to study but you realized you forgot your phone at your guys place so you went back and saw the the huge ass smoke and firefighters and a frantic Hazel and PJ on the street.

Sundays were cleaning days. Everyone cleaned their own room, except PJ. Her room was the messiest and most dust producing room which made the whole place worse. All of you argued with her regularly about this but she swore that she cleaned it regularly.

One time she took Hazel's shirt to wear it for a date which she never asked Hazel If she could take it and of course PJ being PJ, forgot to give her shirt back.

"Ugh, I couldn't find it, okay. Just look into my room."

"What do you mean look into your room? If I go there, I don't know If I will be able to come back! Have you seen your room?"

"It's literally a black hole that is disguised as a pile of stuff." You stated with a smirk.

"It's a PJ hol-" Josie was about to smugly say,

"Okay! That's enough! I got it, okay!" until PJ interrupted Josie.

You told Hazel you would help her looking for her shirt which was an encouragement for her cause God knows, It takes lots of courage to go in that room.

You and Hazel started to look for the shirt in PJ's room.

"Oh…Oh my god! OH MY GOD!" Hazel shouted. Hazel put her hands onto her head and moved backwards with worried eyes.

"What? You found i-, Oh my god! What is this!" Hazel gagged as she sat down on the floor and you looked at the thing for a while, not believing what you see.

You snorted and laughed hysterically. "Josie! Josie, come here!" You screamed and held your stomach as Hazel groaned as she was in pain.

"What? Guys, why are you-, Hazel are you okay?" Josie kneeled down next to Hazel.

"I wish I never came here." Hazel's bottom lip quiverred as her eyes got teary. She layed on the floor in fetal position, color drenched out her skin.

Josie left Hazel's side to see what you were trying to show her and she saw the 'thing' and froze in her place like three minutes then PJ came into the room.

The 'thing' was a vibrator. A baby blue vibrator with a silicone layer which was covered a mild green to a dark green mold. Plus tiny flies were on it. You didn't know how many.

"What's this all fuss about, huh? My room's messy I got i-. Hey, I was looking for this… I guess I have to get a new one." she sighed and got out of the room with a moldy vibrator.

"You guess?" you aand Hazel shouted at the same time.

We all got out of her room. Hazel recovered from this incident once she calmed down. As for Josie, we all knew she would never be the same after this incident. Except PJ, who thinks vibrators getting moldy is only natural so she didin't understand the trauma she caused.

Hazel never found her shirt as PJ never cleaned her room. You thought she wouldn't want it back anyways.

You would still laugh whenever you remembered this.

College was never really boring with your roommates. You thought your friends at college were cool but your roommates were TRULY one in a million.

For you, Hazel was one of a kind.

You knew you needed to wear something more suitable for autumn but you didn't want to look like a buritto, going to the parties. It had a cost.

You coughed and it sounded like as If you were an animal who's in pain and about to die. You sneezed into the poor napkin as you layed down on your bed. 'How It was possible to be tired while you were laying down all day?' you thought as you sneezed again. You got up and opened the window. It was cold but you needed fresh air too.

You were upset that you missed your classes. You mailed your professors and they let you know It's okay. You would take your notes from your friends anyway.

You thought of last night. PJ interrupted Hazel's studying last evening, again. You were glad that you studied at library earlier. It was quiet and PJ-free. You liked your friend but she usually would convince you all to watch a movie, play a board game or go to a party. Or she would simply talk to you not caring If you listen or not.

Flashback

"Come on! Barry is giving a huge ass party. There is booze, there are girls, there are-"

"PJ, you are with Brittany. You remember, right? " Josie interrupted.

"Yeah…but no one says you can't look. I am not gonna eat them. I'll just… observe them. Just a small feast for my eyes since she decided to went to a college far away." PJ crossed her arms with a frown.

"You can always video chat with her." Hazel pouted.

"It's not the same thing, Hazel!" PJ yelled, frustrated.

"Yeah but what would she feel If one of us accidentally told her what you have said about party and girls and observing them…" you said with a playful smirk.

PJ raised her brows. "I'd probably beat the shit out of you."

"Ugh, that's harsh." you scoffed.

"Anyways, we should get ready. Move your asses, now!" PJ said as she walked to her room to get ready for the party.

"Are you going, Y/N?" she looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Yeah… I would try to convince you to come but I don't want to interrupt your studying." you said with sad eyes.

Hazel played with her rings. " I had swimming practice. If I wouldn't, I could study with you earlier."

"Study with me?" You raised brow. How did she knew you studied? Did she saw you?

"Yeah…library is on the way to pool so… a-and you always study on the same corner next to window." She played with her rings nervously.

'She saw me all the times...' you gulped to the thought. You looked at her hands, not being able to face her. She was playing with her rings nervously until she catched you watching them. Three, maybe four seconds passed when you realized she saw that you were looking at her hands. It could be just because you liked her rings.

In a totally straight way, obviously.

You averted your gaze and got up from your seat. "I didn't realize you saw me." you chuckled nervously.

"Yeah…I never told you and you look very focused during studying so…" she nodded her head to herself.

"Hm…we can always study another time If you'd like… Well, not here though, cause-"

"PJ?" she smiled widely.

"Yeah." You answered her smile with yours.

"I am going to change now. Have a good study session." you said and walked to your room to change your clothes.

You walked to your room and after spending five minutes in front of your wardrobe, you wore a white crop top, black baggy jeans, black converse and a black denim jacket. You left your hair down.

"Nice…" PJ said with a smirk.

"Thanks. You too." You checked her clothes.

"Isn't that a little bit thin though? You might get cold." Hazel said pointing your crop top. You blushed at what she said.

She was changed her clothes as well.

Josie pointed at Hazel. "Are you coming?"

"Yep."

PJ smirked coyly." That's the spirit!"

"Weren't you going to study?" you raised a brow.

"I'll study tomorrow. I'm not gonna drink much tonight, anyways." she said, looking at your clothes. "Really, Y/N, you'll get sick. "

"It's fine… We have a ride." you sighed.

"Even I don't worry that much for my girlfriend, Hazel." PJ wiggled her brows playfully with a smirk.

You couldn't help but blushed at what PJ said. You saw Hazel was looking down at her shoes and Josie was smiling at both of you.

Josie's smile ended with her phone ring. "Our ride is here. Let's go."

End of the flashback

You didn't know If this was cold or flu but Hazel was right.

You got sick and everything hurt. Moving hurt. Your head hurt. Your eyes felt like they were pierced. Your ears hurt. You could hardly breathe. Whatever this was, It was draining the shit out of you. You hated that you were wrong but you loved that Hazel was all around you. You also felt guilty about it cause she was interrupting her studying by checking up on you, getting you water, food, making you herbal teas every half an hour…

The thing about Hazel, she turns into a mother hen whenever someone gets sick. Especially when you were sick. You thought it was because you were closer with her than PJ and Josie.

You still rememeber the first week of moving here, you had a migraine attack. She went to the pharmacy without anyone noticing and came back with painkillers and a migraine stick.

And she massaged your temple till you fell aslept. You didn't know If you imagined something touching on your forehead. Preferably her lips. But you thought It was probably a fantasy of yours or a dream.

Of course, you were very pleased with her taking care of you. So you didn't mind getting sick. Maybe even It led you to wear thinner clothes. Not on purpose though.

Subconsciously.

You didn't really wanted to admit it but the idea of someone taking care of you, turned you on a little bit.

The idea of Hazel taking care of you, burned and twisted the parts of you, which you never knew that existed because you had a slight crush on her.

Just a tiny one…

Hazel knocked the door three times.

"Come in." your voice came out shaky.

Hazel came into your room with a smile.

"Hazel you don't have to check up on me every hour." you coughed as you said.

Hazel grabbed a chair with her one hand and placed it next your bed with a smile. She became more musclar and the veins on her arms looked like they were going to pop since she decided to join the college's swimming team. You were very enthusiastic about her decision.

She had a bowl in her hand. You looked up to her and saw her pouting.

"I'm so close thinking you don't want me here, Y/N."

'Well, fuck me!' you cursed to yourself for making her think that. You didn't think she was joking.

"Of course I want you here, Haze. It's just you couldn't study last night and now you can't study because of me." you explained quickly.

She grinned. "I know you do. And I am studying very well and I need breaks too, you know."

She usually took things at face value so It made you shocked to see her saying something without meaning it.

"Well you said it seriously so I thought-"

"I was joking." She took the strand of hair which was front of your nose and placed it behind your ear.

She beamed at you for a half a minute. You felt your heart beating very fast.

"Yeah… What's that?" you pointed to the bowl in her hand.

You noticed a spoon in Hazel's hand and the bowl was smelling really good.

"Chicken soup. I squeezed some lemon in it too."

Your eyes widen at what she has just said.

"No, no, no! I didn't make it! I ordered it. Don't worry. I made a promise to you and Josie and I remember." Her eyes widened as well.

You chuckled. "Okay. Cool. Uhm,… thank you Hazel." You sit up staright in your bed and you were going to took the bowl from Hazel's hand but she didn't give it to you.

"Ugh…?" You have her a confusing look.

"Let me feed you, please. " She made a puppy face.

"Y-you don't have to." you stuttered. Honestly, even your arms hurt when you moved them. And you would definitely not mind her feeding you. It was just you were afraid to make a fool of yourself.

"You seem really tired. Come on. " She pouted again.

"Ugh…okay but stop making that face." you said you averted your gaze.

"What face?" she grinned. Maybe she actually knew what she was doing.

"You know what you're doing, don't you?" She ignored your question and sighed as she blew the soup little to make it colder.

"Open up." she smiled as she held the spoon full of soup to you.

You drinked the soup and It was delicious. You would drink whatever she gave anyway.

"Thank you Hazel. Soup felt really good." you smiled gratefully to her. Your cheeks burned but It was okay that your cheeks were pink because you were sick so she wouldn't think it that way.

"Of course. Least I can do." She smiled at you for a moment as you held eye contact with her. "Oh, I forgot the vitamin!" she said as she got up and left your room.

"What? You ordered vitamin too?" you yelled for her to hear you from the other room.

She came back with a vitamin c supplement in her hand.

"No, I went to the pharmacy."

"Hazel you spent too much time. You go study now!" You scolded her.

"Okay, okay! And It was a ten minute walk. It's not much. Plus walking in fresh air is a good break time."

"Here." She held the vitamin your lips and you felt bold and took it with your lips while keeping eye contact with her.

It was awkward.

In a sexy way.

Her body froze except her eyelids, they blinked a couple of times until she gave you a glass of water to swallow the pill.

She cleared her throat. "So, I'll go study now. If there is anything you need-"

"I'll tell you. I know."

"Okay." she said as she rushed out of the room.

'Fuck.' you told yourself and laid down on your back as you wait for sleep.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan #bottoms movie #bottoms hazel #bottoms 2023 #lgbtq #sapphic

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Battling my head (Dokyeom x reader)

As a migraine girlie, I just want someone to take care of me when I’m going through it, that’s exactly what this is.

Genre: : fluff fluff only fluff

I WANT A dokyeom in my life. Im open to fic requests!

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"Can you spot her?" Dokyeom asks you over the loud music.

You shake your head feeling a little uneasy already. It was a little too loud and you hadn't gotten enough sleep last night.

You were at a party with Dokyeom, it was one of your best friend's birthdays and she decided the club would be the best place to celebrate so her single self could get some guys to take home. You chuckled at her idea when she pitched it to you, but of course went along.

She also mentioned you could bring your boyfriend of 2 years, Dokyeom, to the party because her brother is good friends with Dokyeom and he's going to be there too.

You knew your migraine was going to act up, like you could feel it coming, the lack of sleep and the loud music with the strong stench of alcohol everywhere. It makes you want to escape somewhere safe.

Dokyeom saw your face looking uncomfortable. He put his hands on your ears covering it. He just raised his eyebrows as if asking if you're okay. You gave him a tired smile and nod softly. It was too loud to talk.

You were already fatigued. This migraine already drained the energy out of you. You felt guilty to leave even, because it was your best friend's birthday, you have to be here. There is no excuse, you tell yourself and go around looking for her to hand her her gift. Dokyeom following a few steps behind you holding your free hand.

You finally found her, wearing the dress you had picked out a few days ago, a shimmering blue with her hair and nails done with a birthday girl sash over her body. You find the rest of your girl group with their boyfriends too. Dokyeom spots Wonwoo, the brother and they end up chitchatting about something while you talk to your best friend about the boys she met tonight and also had her her gift.

Talking to her was distracting and it momentary helped you forget about the killer headache you were having. She loved the new studded wrist watch you bought her, since her's had recently stopped working. You thought it was the perfect gift. She puts it on right away.

"Let's go dance" she says excited and pulls you to the middle of the club where you could feel the bass of the music in your chest and head. It did not help the situation at all, but you hated the idea of ditching your friend on her birthday, so you just put up with it.

After a while, you're left alone because she's has gone with some random guy dancing so you find your way back to Dokyeom sitting in one of the booths. You couldn't even stand straight without feeling like you were losing balance. It was getting out of hand. You plop yourself next to your boyfriend and put your head on his shoulder closing your eyes, it only made you more dizzy. The whole room was spinning. You could feel Dokyeom’s hand caressing your cheek while he continues talking to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo soon excuses himself to go find his sister while Dokyeom turns to you.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks you pecking the side of your head.

You nod cuddling closer. He hands you a bottle of water to drink from incase you were just dehydrated and that intensifies the headache.

"I think we should get back, take a shower and lay down in a quiet dark room, get some sleep" he says to you and you nod at that. There was only so much holding out you could do.

Dokyeom found your best friend and told her you were leaving, she was dejected but she understood how bad your migraines could get.

The ride back was horrible with the motion sickness and the car.

When you got home, he helped you get out of your heels and you went in to take a shower.

"It's okay, I'm standing right outside," he reassures and soothes you anxious self.

Sometimes the anxiety around lightheadedness makes you shiver and shake, like you're going to faint and no one is going to be around to help you. These thoughts really skyrocketed your anxiety. You've had multiple instances of dizzy spells and passing out because of migranes, something you've been battling all your life.

Anything could trigger a migraine attack. It was the worst thing.

You just wanted to wash up quickly before you possibly pass out. Dokyeom knew this fear and kept singing in the room to just indicate he’s here without outright telling you. His voice really soothes you.

You wash up as quickly as possible and bolt out. The headache felt a little better now that you were calmer.

Dokyeom had your pjs ready for you and he went in to take a quick shower.

You change and jump into bed as soon as possible.

A few moments later dokyeom joins you smelling like flowers.

You immediately turn to cuddle his torso while he lays next to you with his head propped up on his elbow.

“I’m sorry we had to leave early because of me” you almost felt guilty because he couldn’t enjoy the party.

“No party will come close to this” his hands brush your hair softly. “Don’t be sorry, its not your fault, I like taking care of you”

“It was too loud”

“It really was, or maybe I’m just getting old” he laughs.

You could feel his laugh through his belly.

The lights were low, with only some moonlight coming into the room through the window. His fingers were fidgeting with yours in the dark. The fidgeting turns into a thumb wrestling match and suddenly he’s whispering thumb wrestling commentary.

“Player (y/n) almost had it, but there he is, Legendary Player Lee Dokyeom, coming back from the cages of defeat, and will he strike, will he attack”

It makes you giggle and he finally lets you win.

“Indeed, a winner of my heart, and a winner of thumb wrestling”

You chuckle at his cheesy line. He’d do anything to get a laugh out of you. He loves the sound of your giggles. Almost like he takes pride in making you laugh.

“Sing for me” you cuddled into him further.

“Anything for you, Player (y/n)” he says pecking your head.

He whispers a beautiful song, only for the two of you. The one thing that worked better than medicine for your headache was dokyeom’s voice.

His voice fought all the battles in your head for you.

“I love you”

The last thing you say before you drift into dreamland.

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A Love Too Dark (04)

The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Chapter 04: Insatiable Need For Satisfaction

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.

This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, non-consensual creampie, breeding, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.

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Yn lived the day like normal until it was time to meet the Marquis de Gramont for the deal they made.

Yn awoke from her slumber with the sun's first light, though it was still far too early for her taste. She lay in bed paralyzed by fear as the full weight of what would happen that evening crashed down on her fragile shoulders. Today, she would fulfill her part of the deal with the Marquis de Gramont which was to spend a private dinner with him that evening. Yn sighed heavily as she stared up at her ceiling and wondered how exactly she got into this position.

She remembered how her life was before she took the bunny-girl job. She, her mother, and her young stepsister was from a small family who was poor in money yet rich in love. They were happy despite the struggles they faced. Yn and Sydney could see how hardworking her mother was in trying to make ends meet while ensuring that both of his daughters were happy. They loved her truly and wanted nothing more than to ease her burden.

Yn did not bother to ask her about her father since her mother showered her with love and praises endlessly. Yn was given so much motherly love that she didn't feel the lack of fatherly affection. She was fine with just her mother. In their dingy apartment, their life was like sunshine and a rainbow.

And then, the storm struck.

When her mother got diagnosed with a rare disease and needed expensive treatment, it was up to Yn who had to take on the burdens and work as a young adult to do whatever it took to save her. She tried getting loans but was turned down due to her lack of collateral. That was when she turned to the casino and took on the job as a bunny-girl.

But never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she would end up being in a situation like this. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what the Marquis had planned for her that evening. She knew she had to be strong and brave when that time comes, not just for herself and Amelia, but most importantly, for her mother.

Yn got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if the Marquis find her attractive. She had never considered herself a beauty, but the way he had kissed her made her think otherwise. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of such thoughts, and focused on preparing herself for the day.

"Mrraoww!"

Yn turned to see that Rosie, her precious and adorable cat, had entered the bathroom and was sitting and staring up at her with a pair of wide green eyes. Yn couldn't resist herself from bending down and petting its head lovingly. She then spoke, "I know. I know. You must be hungry."

She then busied herself with feeding Rosie and preparing breakfast for both her and Sydney. The latter woke up and suddenly wrapped her tiny arms around Yn's waist, startling the adult female.

"Yn, I had a bad dream," Sydney said in a small muffled voice since she had buried her face into Yn's skirt.

Yn immediately stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands on the apron around her front body, and knelt down to be at eye level with her stepsister. "Oh no. What happened, Syd?"

"I dreamt that mom was sick and we couldn't save her," Sydney said, her eyes filled with tears.

Yn felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She knew that Sydney was feeling the same way she was, scared and worried about their mother. Yn and her mother tried to hide the true severity of her illness and its treatment from Sydney, but the girl eventually felt lonely of her mother's love and became worried about why she was stuck in the hospital for months. It was then she concluded that mom needed saving.

Yn hugged Sydney tightly and said, "Don't worry, Syd. We'll save her. We'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets better."

Sydney nodded her head, her tears drying up. Yn then stood up and said with a warm smile, "Now, how about we get some breakfast? I made your favorite pancakes."

Sydney's eyes lit up and she grinned, "Yay! Pancakes!"

Yn smiled and took Sydney's hand, leading her to the dining table. She served the pancakes while Sydney set the table. As they ate, Yn stared at her young stepsister quietly. It was at that moment she realized that she really needed the job at the casino. She must maintain her position there and earn enough for her mother's hospital treatment. But first of all, she had to fulfill her promise to the Marquis de Gramont. Hopefully, after tonight, Amelia's job at the casino would maintain and Yn wouldn't have any direct confrontation with the Frenchman.

As they finished breakfast, Yn got up and began to clear the dishes. Sydney offered to help, but Yn told her to go and get ready for school. Once everything was done, Yn walked her to preschool and dropped her off with a tight hug.

Yn then headed to the cafe where she would work her morning shift by boarding a bus. Edric was the first to greet her with a grin as she walked in.

"Good morning, Yn! You're early today," Edric said in his usual calm voice.

Yn smiled back and replied, "Yes, I want to make sure I have everything covered before the evening shift. Is there anything I need to know?"

Edric shook his head and said, "Nope, everything's the same. Just be your charming self and serve that coffee and pastries like a pro."

Yn nodded and was about to saunter to the back to change into her uniform when Edric suddenly called her, "Hey..."

Yn looked at him with a pair of wide doe eyes of curiosity, wondering what it was that Edric needed to talk to her about. The male then hesitantly asked, "Umm. Last night, did that guy disturb you again?"

The lady knew he was referring to the Marquis de Gramont. She had told him about a man who kept pursuing her but she never mentioned the Frenchman's name or identity to him and she would like to keep it that.

Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to Edric. She knew that the Marquis was a man of power and influence and she didn't want to get anyone else involved in her problems. So she decided to lie.

"He didn't... Last night was... fine," she lied as she felt goosebumps grow on her skin as she recalled the filthy, rough way the Marquis sucked her mouth last night.

Edric nodded with a stretched smile, an expression that Yn couldn't read. He replied, "That's good then. But stay alert, okay? He is not the only man with bad intentions."

Yn nodded, "I will. Thank you for asking."

With that, she headed to the back to change into her uniform. As she worked her shift, she couldn't help but think about the Marquis de Gramont and what he had in store for her that evening. She tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on her customers and serving them with her usual charm and grace. But the nagging feeling at the back of her mind refused to go away.

Finally, her morning shift was over and Yn headed home to preschool to pick Sydney up. As the former entered the preschool, she saw her adorable sister waiting by the entrance, holding her little backpack tightly. The moment that little girl spotted her, she ran towards her with a wide smile, her pigtails bouncing with each step. To Yn, the sight of her stepsister's innocent smile brought a momentary respite from the heavy thoughts that weighed on her mind.

"Yn!" Sydney exclaimed, wrapping her small arms around Yn's legs in a tight hug.

Yn beamed and patted her head affectionately, "Hey, how was your day?"

Sydney giggled and replied, "It was good! We painted pictures today, and I made one for mom!"

Yn's heart swelled with love and pride for Sydney's sweet gesture. "That's wonderful, Syd! I'm sure mom will love it. Let's go to the hospital and show her, okay?"

Sydney nodded eagerly, her pigtails bouncing with excitement. Yn held her hand as they made their way to the hospital by boarding a bus. Throughout the ride, Yn watched as the little girl hummed a kid's song while admiring the drawing she made with crayons. Yn smiled warmly at the innocent scene, grateful for this moment of serenity amidst the chaos of her life.

Arriving at the hospital, they went through the familiar routine of sanitizing their hands and checking in at the reception desk. Yn noticed the tiredness in her mother's eyes as they entered the room. It broke her heart to see her once vibrant and lively mother weakened by her illness.

"Mom!" Sydney exclaimed, rushing to her mother's bedside, unaware of the sickly condition on the older woman's face.

Yn followed closely behind, a mixture of emotions bubbling inside her. She greeted her mother with a warm smile, trying to hide her own worries. "Hey, mom. Look who's here with something special for you."

Their mother's face lit up with a gentle smile as she saw Sydney holding up her painted picture. "Oh, my sweet Sydney. What a lovely surprise! Thank you, darling."

Sydney proudly presented the artwork to her mother, who admired it with genuine affection. Yn stood by their side, her heart swelling with love and a tinge of sadness. As they spent the rest of the afternoon with their mother, Yn couldn't help but think of the grim reality that loomed over their family. Their mother had been battling her illness for months, and with each passing day, Yn could see her weakening. She knew that time was running out, and it broke her heart to think of a life without her mother.

She knew she must earn enough money fast before the illness could consume her forever. But how? She thought: Does she have to take on a third job every day?

After spending some quality time with their mother, Yn and Sydney said their goodbyes, promising to return soon. Yn held Sydney's hand tightly as they walked out of the hospital, a heavy silence enveloping them. Sydney looked up at Yn with innocent eyes, sensing her sister's unease.

"Sissy, are you okay?" Sydney asked, her voice filled with concern.

Yn crouched down to Sydney's level, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She forced a smile, wanting to shield Sydney from her worries as much as possible. "I'm fine, Syd. Just a little tired. Let's go home."

They boarded a bus and made their way back home. Yn decided to take a shower to wash off the dust and grime of the day. As she stood under the hot water, she felt her body relax. Her mind wandered, wondering what the evening would bring. She tried to push away the image of the Marquis, but it was etched into her mind. She couldn't shake off the feeling of dread and fright that he had evoked in her.

After the shower, Yn put on a wear she deemed fitting for a private dinner - a dress with white and blue floral patterns all over it. The bottom of the dress was just inches above her ankles, and the waist area was made tightened to show her midsection, with a split to show up her left thigh, with short puffed sleeves, and revealing a modest amount of her chest and collarbones. It was a pretty modest dress. It was actually a hand-me-down from her mom and that was the most expensive dress for someone as poor as her.

Before entering the living room to find Sydney, she contacted Barbara yet again. When her cousin agreed to take care of Sydney again, Yn felt an immense sense of gratitude and hoped she wasn't putting too much strain on her.

Yn then put on her skincare routine and light makeup to complement her dress, opting for a natural look that accentuated her features. She brushed some neutral eyeshadow on her lids, added a touch of mascara to enhance her lashes, and applied a soft pink shade to her lips. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel in awe of how she looked.

With her appearance ready, Yn made her way to the living room where Sydney was playing with her toys. Her stepsister looked up, her eyes widening in awe as she took in Yn's transformed appearance.

"Wow, you look so pretty!" Sydney exclaimed, her face lighting up with delight, "Like a princess about to talk with people on the streets!"

Yn smiled at the little girl's enthusiasm, her heart warmed by Sydney's innocent admiration. "Thank you, Syd."

"You are going to work like that?" asked Sydney who couldn't keep her eyes off of her sister.

Yn neared her and turned on the television to entertain the little girl. She then rubbed the top of her young sister's head and replied with a small smile, "Yeah. Tonight, I have dinner there."

Sydney tilted her head, her curiosity was evident. "Who are you going to have dinner with?"

Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain the situation to a young child. She decided to keep it simple. "A friend, but don't worry, Aunt Barbara will take care of you while I'm gone."

Sydney nodded, accepting Yn's explanation. "Okay! Have fun!"

Yn hugged Sydney tightly, breathing in her sweet scent and cherishing the warmth of their embrace. "I will, Syd. I love you."

"I love you too, Yn," Sydney replied, her small voice filled with affection.

Reluctantly, Yn released the hug and stood up, her heart heavy with both guilt and trepidation about what would happen next. She then boarded a bus with a huge amount of shyness and insecurity, considering she was dressing up prettily, in the dress she rarely wore in public. Of course, she noticed the stares she got from people and that got her feel even more bashful.

Soon enough, she arrived at the casino, one hour earlier than the start of her usual shift. She entered through the back door which was reserved for staff's use only. She refused to go through the main entrance and the casino lobby and be stared at by the patrons. Once inside the staff's changing room, she began to wonder how she was going to meet the Marquis. He said he would pick her up. She wondered: Does that mean she has to wait outside the casino?

Yn took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She glanced at the clock in the changing room and realized she had some time before the scheduled meeting. She decided to freshen up, ensuring she looked presentable when the Marquis arrived.

She touched up her makeup, ensuring everything was in place. The nerves were still present, but she reminded herself to stay composed and focused. As she finished fixing her appearance, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, trying to muster up confidence.

With a final deep breath, Yn emerged from the changing room, only to have her path blocked by Amelia who seemed to be tip-toeing towards it. The new girl was startled when she saw Yn, her skin visibly jumping in surprise.

"Amelia," Yn greeted her with wide, curious eyes, "You are early."

"Hey, Yn," replied Amelia as she put on a nervous smile. She paused as she scanned Yn's whole figure up and down and commented, "And you look pretty. Is there a special occasion tonight?"

Yn felt her cheeks heat up, flustered by the compliment. "Uh, yeah. I have a meeting with someone tonight."

Amelia made a noise of curiosity, "Oh."

"Anyway, why are you here early?" asked Yn.

An expression of guilt and embarrassment appeared on Amelia's face as she cast her eyes down. She was staring at the ground, apparently unable to look back at Yn, as she answered, "Umm... I figured that I could come early and apologize to Mr. Malone... for being absent without telling him... before anyone comes here."

Yn suddenly realized why Amelia had come in so early. She wanted to speak to Mr. Malone without anyone else around, in case he became angry with her and embarrassed her in front of her colleagues.

Yn felt a pang of sympathy for the new girl. She knew how intimidating Mr. Malone could be, especially when he was angry. Without thinking, Yn reached out and placed a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder.

"It's okay, Amelia. We all make mistakes. I'm sure Mr. Malone will understand," Yn said, trying to reassure the nervous girl.

Amelia looked up at Yn, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Yn."

Yn smiled warmly at Amelia. As the both of them stood in the corridor, engaged in their conversation, the casino's atmosphere suddenly shifted. A hush fell over the area, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. She could sense a presence, a powerful one, entering the casino. She turned her head in the direction of the disturbance and saw the Marquis de Gramont making his grand entrance.

Accompanied by his imposing bodyguards, the Marquis exuded an air of confidence and authority. His presence demanded attention, and all eyes were on him as he made his way through the bustling casino floor. His eyes were cold and intense, a shadow projected upon them, as he looked forward with one of his hands hidden inside his pocket.

He was donning a three-piece suit as usual but this time, it was eye-catching and bright. His suit was a shimmering pattern of rich red. His shirt was plain white, and his waistcoat, necktie, and pants were stark black. Yn couldn't help but admit in her head that he looked dashing in the bright attire.

Amelia and Yn instantly became quiet as they watched the Marquis headed straight for his office which was originally a VIP room for the casino. At some point, his eyes strayed and scanned his surrounding as though he was looking for something.

Yn felt a chill run down her spine as the Marquis' piercing gaze landed on her. Even from across the room, his gaze felt heavy and weighty, as if he was reading her very soul. Yn felt perturbation as she locked eyes with the Marquis. She quickly turned her head away from him, hoping to avoid more of his attention.

Yn's heart raced as the Marquis continued to scrutinize her. His lingering gaze made her feel exposed and vulnerable. She was relieved when he finally disappeared behind the closed door of his office. His bodyguards stood on each side of the door, facing the rest of the casino. The momentary respite allowed her to collect herself and turn her attention back to Amelia.

Amelia, visibly shaken by the encounter, looked at Yn with wide eyes. "Yn, I'm scared. I... What if he's going to fire me?"

Yn reached out, placing a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder. She understood the fear that gripped her colleague. The Marquis's presence was intimidating, and his power within the casino was undeniable. But Yn couldn't let her own fears consume her, not when Amelia needed support.

"I understand how you feel, Amy," Yn said, her voice gentle yet firm. "The first thing you should do is to apologize to him. If you want, I can accompany you to see him."

Amelia looked at Yn, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in her eyes. "You would do that? You would go with me?"

Yn nodded, a reassuring smile on her face. "Of course. We'll approach him respectfully. Oh, and tell them that you were sick these past few days. I told them that. Just to get the story straight."

With Yn's words of encouragement, Amelia's tense shoulders relaxed slightly. She felt a glimmer of hope, knowing that she wouldn't have to face the Marquis alone. She then replied, "Okay. Thanks for that, Yn."

Yn and Amelia decided to wait for a while before approaching the Marquis. They found a quiet corner of the casino, away from the prying eyes of the patrons. Yn reached out and took Amelia's hand, offering support and solidarity.

"Just remember, Amy, choose your words carefully," Yn said, her voice steady. "Give him respect, even if you dislike him or find his views distasteful."

Amelia nodded, a newfound determination in her eyes. She squeezed Yn's hand, appreciating the strength and compassion her colleague displayed.

With their minds set, Yn and Amelia walked toward the Marquis's office once again. This time, as they approached the closed door, they could feel a mix of nervousness and resolve coursing through their veins.

One of the bodyguards stationed by the door asked them in a very thick foreign accent, "What do you want?"

Yn maintained a respectful tone as she spoke, "We would like to speak with the Marquis if he's available."

The bodyguard, unyielding in his stance, scrutinized them for a moment before stepping closer to the door and knock it. They waited for a few seconds before the door was opened from the inside. It was the loyal and muscular bodyguard in a suit who was accompanying the Marquis wherever he went.

He then asked the bodyguard outside the door in another language. Yn realized it's not French, but Spanish. The two bodyguards exchanged a few words before the man who was stationed by the door turned to Yn and Amelia and said, "You may come in."

The Marquis' loyal bodyguard then opened the door wider and waited. Yn and Amelia said a small thanks to them before they advanced. They stepped into the office, the bodyguard closing the heavy door behind them and he then stood aside, becoming a silent observer of the scene. The room was opulent, adorned with lavish furniture and artwork that spoke of wealth and prestige. The Marquis stood behind a large mahogany desk, facing a full-body mirror on the wall, as he adjusted his waistcoat.

His cold gaze shifted to the two girls in the reflection of the mirror before he focused back on fixing his overall three-piece suit. He did not utter a word. It was either he chose to ignore them or he awaited them to speak.

Yn took a deep breath, gathering her courage before she spoke. "Sir, if I may, I have brought Amelia with me today because she would like to speak with you directly."

The Marquis's cold gaze flickered briefly towards Yn, acknowledging her presence. He turned his attention back to the mirror, adjusting his suit with meticulous precision. The room remained filled with an air of tension, the weight of the Marquis's authority palpable.

Amelia, sensing the need to break the silence, stepped forward and spoke with a voice tinged with nervousness. "Sir, I... I wanted to apologize for my disrespectful behavior that night. I am truly sorry for my action, and it will not happen again. I will learn from my mistake and I will improve myself."

The Marquis resumed adjusting his attire. His cold eyes, projected by shadow, looked as his fingers deftly fixed his necktie. His silence lingered, intensifying the tension in the room. Yn could feel her own heart pounding, unsure of what the Marquis's response would be.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Marquis turned away from the mirror and faced them with an air of authority, shoulders square and gaze stony and unreadable. His face was illuminated by shadows, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and the strong line of his jaw. His hands were hidden away in the pockets of his suit. His eyes were blazed with a fierce intensity that left Amelia cowering in fear as if he had a personal vendetta against her.

With deliberate slowness, he spoke in a low and measured tone with his usual thick French accent, "Actions speak louder than words. Your apology is worthless… unless you prove it. It has come to my attention that you were absent for two days straight and failed to notify Malone. Do you have an explanation for this negligence?"

The Marquis's words were like a sword, cutting through the air and leaving a trail of unease in its wake. Amelia swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously at the Marquis and the floor beneath her.

"I… I was sick, sir. I didn't mean to cause any problems," she stammered, hoping to appease the Marquis's wrath, "I'm so sorry for not informing Mr. Malone."

The Marquis's eyes narrowed slightly at her response as if he was skeptical of her excuse.

He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You were sick for two days and couldn't be bothered to notify your superior? That is unprofessional."

Amelia and Yn's hearts skipped a beat, and fear coiled at the pit of their stomach. Amelia knew she was walking on thin ice then and there, and one wrong move could tip her over the edge. She could feel the weight of his disapproval bearing down on her and that her job was on the line.

The Marquis suddenly advanced forward, striding towards them with his hands remaining hidden in his pockets. He gave a fleeting glance at Yn, who was equally nervous as the coworker beside her, before he turned his gaze back to scowl at Amelia whom he deemed was clumsy and unprofessional.

The Marquis's glare deepened as he towered over the young female adults, his imposing presence suffocating the room. He spoke with a voice that brooked no dissent, "Second chances are always the excuses of those who fail. Your actions have consequences, and I have been contemplating if you are fit to remain in this casino."

Amelia's breath hitched, her eyes welling up with tears as she realized the severity of the situation. She pleaded desperately, her voice trembling, "Please, sir, I will do anything to make it right. I beg for another chance. I will bear any consequences, I swear."

The Marquis's gaze shifted from Amelia to Yn, a calculating glint in his eyes. Yn's heart sank as she braced herself for what the Marquis was about to say.

"Agreed. Consequences must be borne," the Marquis responded as he shifted closer to Yn. This time his eyes were fixated on Yn, watching her reaction, as he revealed, "However, it had been discussed yesterday. Yn will bear the consequences on your behalf."

Amelia's eyes widened in shock and her mouth agape in disbelief at what she heard. Yn, on the other hand, had her gaze averted away from Amelia and her face held a mixture of shame and embarrassment. Her body was stiff with a tense posture as the shock of the situation sunk in. It was evident that Yn did not want her to find out like this. If anything, she wished no one would know about her deal with the Marquis de Gramont and their upcoming private dinner.

The Marquis' lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile. He turned his attention back to Amelia, his gaze piercing through her like a dagger. "Consider yourself fortunate, that Yn is willing to shoulder your burden. Remember this act of loyalty, for it may be your only saving grace."

The Marquis looked Yn up and down in a way that was both appraising and appreciative. His smirk revealed his satisfaction with what he saw, leaving no doubt as to his thoughts. His eyes were sparkling with a hint of pleasure, and his mouth curved upwards into a smug smirk.

He nodded his head quietly before he said, "Come, Yn. We shall tend to the deal we made."

Yn took a deep breath, steeling herself against the Marquis's gaze. She knew that what she was about to do was risky, but if she could satisfy him for the night, Amelia's career would be taken from the chopping block. She had done this to herself and made a deal with the devil, so she'd have to fulfill her end of the bargain.

She chanced a glance at Amelia who was still stunned at the revelation. She gave her a sad smile and said, "Don't forget to talk to Mr. Malone, okay?"

She turned around and followed the Marquis out of his office, aware of Amelia's eyes following her until the new girl was snapped out of a trance by another bodyguard who told her to leave the office.

The Marquis and Yn walked in silence down the winding halls of the casino, the only sound was the click of the Marquis' dress shoes on the polished marble floors. His loyal bodyguard followed them from behind. Finally, they exited the casino through the entrance and out into the city streets.

A sleek black limousine awaited them outside the casino, its engine humming softly. The Marquis opened the door and gestured for Yn to step inside, even placing a hand on her back purposely. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and uncertainty. As she entered the luxurious vehicle, she couldn't help but feel trapped.

The Marquis followed suit, sliding into the limousine with an air of confidence and authority. His smug expression remained firmly in place, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and intrigue. The door was closed behind him by his loyal bodyguard, sealing them off from the outside world.

The limousine's interior is luxurious and opulent, with plush leather seats, polished wood accents, and dim ambient lighting lending a sense of sophistication. The atmosphere inside the limousine was heavy with a mix of scents; the leather seats had a scent of newness, while the wood accents carried a subtle hint of fresh cedar. There was also the faint aroma of expensive cologne, adding to the air of mystery and power.

The Marquis settled into his seat, his knee bumping against Yn's, causing her to sneakily look over. He was spreading his legs wide enough that one of his knees brushed against hers. When she sensed his gaze landing on her, she averted her gaze and looked out the window. The male beside her stared at her quietly, like he was silently relishing the control he held over her.

The vehicle started moving, the quiet hum of the engine filling the small space, as the limousine glided through the darkening city streets. Yn felt the tension in the air build as she could feel the Marquis's gaze burning into her head.

The Marquis' voice broke the heavy silence, his voice thick with a French accent was dripping with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You look ravishing, ma lapine."

He paused to scrutinize her. He eyed her figure up and down and harrumphed in pleasure and satisfaction as he spoke, "Hmm... The way that dress hugs your curves, it makes it difficult for me."

Yn's discomfort grew as the Marquis's words washed over her. She tried to maintain her composure, reminding herself of the deal she had struck, but the unease within her intensified. The compliments felt more like veiled manipulation than genuine praise.

"Thank you, sir," Yn responded politely, her voice laced with a hint of unease. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, inching slightly away from the Marquis to create some distance between them. The confined space of the limousine only seemed to amplify her unease.

The Marquis, seemingly undeterred by Yn's reluctance, continued to engage her in conversation. He spoke about the casino's operations, his travels, and various aspects of his glamorous life. Yn responded with polite nods and brief answers, trying her best to keep the conversation at arm's length.

"You seem tense, ma lapine," the Marquis observed, a hint of curiosity and smugness in his eyes. "Is it the anticipation of what lies ahead?"

Yn hesitated, her mind racing to come up with a suitable response. She couldn't reveal her true concerns, the weight of the consequences she had shouldered for Amelia's sake. Instead, she opted for a lie that would redirect the conversation away from her personal predicament.

"No, sir... It's just... I'm worried about what Mr. Malone will think about my sudden absence," Yn replied, her voice tinged with anxiety. "He's a strict man when it comes to punctuality."

The Marquis's lips curled into a knowing smile, amusement flickering in his eyes. His voice carried a hint of something dark as he reassured her, "Ah, don't worry. I have told Malone. He understands the importance of our personal... affair this evening."

As he finished speaking, the Marquis placed his hand on Yn's knee, his touch lingering longer than necessary. Yn's discomfort surged, and she instinctively shifted her knee away from his grasp, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside the window.

The Frenchman withdrew his hand, a faint smirk playing on his lips as if he found it amusing to see how uncomfortable Yn appeared because of him. The air inside the limousine grew heavier, the tension palpable, as Yn felt anxious about what she did.

Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She knew she had to play her part, but the Marquis' advances were testing her resolve. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. But her heart was pounding, and her palms were slick with sweat. Somehow, she had to survive the next few hours with this man, and she didn't know if she could do it.

As the limousine glided through the city streets, Yn's mind was in overdrive, trying to assure herself that she would finish her part of the deal with dignity still intact by the end of this evening. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped, and the Marquis's touch made her skin crawl.

Just then, the limousine came to a stop, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. She realized as she stared out the window that they were located somewhere remote and halted in front of a huge mansion that screamed filthy rich. The door by the Marquis' side was opened by the bodyguard, and he stepped out, offering his hand to Yn to help her out of the car.

Yn hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, feeling a shiver run down her spine as his fingers curled around hers. She stepped out of the limousine, her heels clicking against the pavement as she stood beside the Marquis. She looked up at the mansion, awe-struck by its grandeur and magnificence. It was a stark contrast to the city streets they had just left behind.

Another thing she easily perceived was the great number of bodyguards outside the building. They were all dressed in grey suits, and some of them were women. Their faces were masked with stoic expressions and gazes that can’t be read. They stared straight ahead while they stood in two straight and even lines, a path leading from the limousine to the grand entrance of the mansion.

"Welcome to my humble abode, ma lapine," the Marquis suddenly spoke up, giving out his arm to signify her to grab it. He added, "We have time to spare so I will show you around."

Yn was speechless as she subconsciously grabbed his arm. The Marquis led the way to the front door and passed his numerous bodyguards. Once they stepped inside thanks to two more bodyguards opening the door for them, Yn felt as if she had been transported to another world.

The interior of the mansion was breathtaking, with ornate decorations and furnishings that exuded elegance and sophistication. The Marquis gave her a grand tour, showcasing his collection of art, antiques, and exotic possessions from his travels around the world.

Yn's face lit up, giving her a dreamy and radiant expression, as she took in the grandeur of the mansion. Her eyes sparkled with admiration and awe, and her mouth opened slightly in amazement. The Marquis watched her with a proud and pleased expression, a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes darted from Yn to the various objects around the mansion, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction to each one.

As they walked through the hallways, Yn couldn't help but feel intimidated by the opulence of it all. She felt like an outsider, out of place in this world of extravagance and luxury. The Marquis seemed to revel in her discomfort, his voice dripping with smugness and confidence as he pointed out various artifacts and paintings, as if showing off his wealth and power.

But the tour eventually came to an end as they reached a set of doors that led to a private wing of the mansion. The Marquis turned to Yn with a glint in his eye that made her heart skip a beat.

"Shall we retire to my bedroom, ma lapine?" he asked, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek.

Yn's breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively stepped back, her eyes wide with fear and panic. She was about to protest when the Marquis chuckled in amusement. He told her, "I was kidding. But, come. It's time to see your part of the deal. We would have that private dinner in my bedroom, on the balcony."

Yn let out a sigh of relief. She followed him to the private wing of the mansion, her mind racing with thoughts. She wondered what kind of dinner the Marquis had planned for them since everything inside this mansion was majestic and rich. She looked to the side to see it was his loyal bodyguard still tailing them from behind.

As they entered the bedroom, Yn was struck by its opulence. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed in the middle and a balcony overlooking the city. The walls were adorned with gold-framed paintings, and the furniture was made of the finest wood.

The Marquis gestured towards the balcony, where a candlelit table was set up with silverware and crystal glasses. Yn could smell the delicious aroma of food wafting through the air.

The Marquis pulled out a chair for Yn and seated her before taking his own seat across from her. The bodyguard stood behind the Marquis, watching their every move with a scrutinizing gaze. Yn felt the cool breeze on her face as she took in the breathtaking view of the city skyline. The Marquis poured her a glass of wine, and they began to eat the sumptuous meal that had been laid out in front of them.

The food was exquisite, and Yn couldn't help but feel in awe of this experience. She had never tasted anything like these before, and she savored every bite. The Marquis watched her with a satisfied expression, his eyes drinking in her beauty as she ate.

Yn was acutely aware of the Marquis's gaze on her, and it made her uneasy even amidst the lavishness of the setting. She maintained a composed facade, gracefully savoring each morsel, though her mind was racing with conflicting emotions and thoughts.

"So, enlighten me, Yn," the Marquis began as he put down his utensils and leaned against the backrest of his chair. One of his legs was resting atop the other and both of his arms were placed on the armrests. He asked, "Do your parents work?"

Yn's heart sank for a moment, realizing that the Marquis was delving into personal territory. It was a topic she preferred to keep tightly guarded, as it held painful memories and private struggles. She had learned to navigate life without the support of her father, and her mother's illness was a burden she carried with a heavy heart.

Besides that, she knew she had to be careful with her responses, as revealing too much could give him leverage over her. She chose her words carefully, attempting to deflect the conversation away from her family.

"My mother doesn't work," she replied, deciding not to divulge the whole truth about her family situation. "She's staying at home, and I help take care of her."

The Marquis raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by her response. "That must be quite challenging for you, balancing your responsibilities here and at home."

"It has its difficulties, but I manage," she replied quietly. She hoped that by ending the topic fast, she could avoid any further probing questions.

But the Marquis was an astute and perceptive man, and he seemed to sense her evasion. He leaned in slightly, his eyes locked onto hers as one eyebrow of his rose, and he asked, "What about your father, hmm?"

Yn's heart raced, and she could feel her palms becoming clammy. She had not expected him to inquire about her father, and her mind raced to find a suitable response that wouldn't give away too much. The truth about her father's infidelity and their broken family was too personal and painful to share with a stranger like the Marquis.

"My father..." Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "He's not in the picture. My mother and I manage just fine."

The Marquis studied her carefully, his dark eyes seemingly piercing through her facade. She could feel his gaze weighing on her, and she instinctively looked down, pretending to be absorbed in her food.

"I see," the Marquis said, his voice dropping slightly lower. "You've had to shoulder such responsibilities at a young age."

Yn nodded, not trusting herself to speak further. She tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, hoping to divert his attention from prying into her personal life.

"What about you, sir?" she asked, trying to sound genuinely curious. "You must have a family of your own?"

The Marquis chuckled as if amused by the question. He replied, "Ah, my life is rather... complicated. Let's just say that I have my responsibilities as well. Still, I find ways to entertain myself through them."

He flashed a knowing smile, making it clear that he had no intention of divulging his personal life either. Yn felt a shiver run down her spine as she pondered the hidden meaning behind his words. The Marquis was a mysterious man, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease around him. She remembered Sophia, one of her coworkers at the casino, saying that she had heard of the Marquis being involved in the underworld. She thought: Could it be that he was referring to those kinds of responsibilities?

She tried to shake off her discomfort and focus on the present moment, savoring the exquisite food and enjoying the opulent surroundings.

As they continued their dinner, the conversation remained more on the surface, discussing general topics like art, culture, and the city's social scene. Yn was relieved that the Marquis seemed to have let go of prying into her personal life, but she remained cautious, knowing that he was a master manipulator.

Yn realized that navigating this evening would be a delicate dance, a constant balancing act between protecting her secrets and playing along with the Marquis's advances. She knew she had to tread carefully, as one wrong step could have dire consequences for herself and those she cared about.

After dessert, just as a few bodyguards came in and cleaned up the dishes, the Marquis suddenly called for the bodyguard who was always accompanying him, "Chidi."

Yn shot a glance at the bodyguard whom she then knew his name. Chidi advanced forward till he stood next to the Marquis. That's when she saw it. A medium-sized velvet box was given to the Marquis. Chidi then backed away and, for some reason, exited the bedroom wordlessly.

The Marquis uncrossed his legs, leaned closer to the table, and placed it there, pushing it closer to Yn. She was puzzled and made no move or utter a word as she stared at him quizzically. The Frenchman's corners of his lips turned upward as he told her, "For you. You may open it."

Yn's curiosity was piqued as the Marquis urged her to open the velvet box. With a mixture of intrigue and caution, she delicately lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Inside the box lay an exquisite piece of jewelry nestled inside—a minimalist rose gold pearl necklace. Yn was thoroughly captivated by it as her eyes widened in awe.

"It's beautiful," Yn whispered, her voice clearly filled with admiration. She was dazzled by the craftsmanship and elegance of the necklace, unable to deny its undeniable allure.

The Marquis leaned back in his chair, observing her reaction with a smirk. He commented smoothly, "It's a rare piece, just like you."

She could not find it in herself to touch the piece of jewelry so she closed the lid and carefully placed it on the table. Yn’s expression was one of shock as her wide eyes gazed at the handsome Marquis as if she was looking for answers in his face. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a glimmer of wonder in her gaze, as she struggled to comprehend the thoughtful gift that he just bestowed upon her.

Yn's mind was in a whirlwind of emotions. The gift was exquisite, and a part of her was drawn to its beauty, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. It was too extravagant, too much for her to accept from a man she hardly knew. The weight of his intentions and the underlying implications of his gesture pressed upon her.

"Sir, I... I appreciate your gesture," Yn began, her voice filled with uncertainty. "But this necklace, it's too much for me. I can't accept such a gift."

The Marquis leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. His voice was silky and persuasive as he said, "Beauty deserves to be adorned and cherished. This necklace is a reflection of the allure and elegance I see in you. I insist you accept it."

Yn's heart fluttered at his words, his charm and flattery momentarily clouding her judgment. She was drawn to his words, the way he made her feel seen and valued. But she couldn't ignore the nagging voice of caution in her mind, reminding her of the potential consequences of accepting such a gift from a man of his stature and reputation. She felt like if she accepted it, she would delve into a dark abyss where she would be more involved with the mysterious Marquis.

Suddenly, the Marquis stood up from his seat without giving her enough time to properly mull over her decision. She remained in her seat, looking up at the Frenchman with doe eyes of innocence and curiosity as he strode to her side. He then reached out his hand and spoke, "Let me put it on you."

Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But the Marquis' persuasive and confident demeanor, along with the allure of the necklace, won her over. She extended her hand and placed it on the open palm the Marquis offered to her, allowing him to guide her to her feet. As she stood before him, she felt a surge of vulnerability coursing through her veins.

He then pulled her gently a few steps away from the table. Once she stood at a spot, he turned her around till she was facing the grand view from the balcony overlooking the city. After grabbing the velvet box on the candlelit table, the Marquis approached her, his fingers delicately grasping the necklace.

He stood behind her, his presence enveloping her in warmth. Yn's heart raced as his fingers lifted her hair, exposing the nape of her neck. Breeze blew softly against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The Marquis then fastened the clasp of the necklace, his fingers brushing against her skin in the process and the coolness of the pearls meeting the warmth of Yn's skin. She couldn't help but catch her breath, feeling the weight of the necklace settle around her neck like a shackle.

Yn touched the pearls with her fingertips, feeling the weight of the necklace against her skin. It was undoubtedly a stunning piece, and she couldn't deny the small surge of pleasure it brought her. But alongside that pleasure was a sense of unease, a lingering feeling that accepting this gift would intertwine her fate with the enigmatic Marquis in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

"Thank you," Yn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's beautiful. But I don't know if I could accept this."

All of a sudden, she felt large hands grasping her shoulders from behind. She knew without a doubt that it was the Marquis who was still standing behind her. Trepidation coursed through her body, freezing the warm feelings she got from the necklace. She then heard his voice from behind, "Take it. It's a gift, and I want you to always wear it."

Yn could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The silence was all she could provide him as a reply as she started to tremble in his grip. That was when she felt something press against her bare shoulder, then a smacking noise followed. She did not have to glance over to know that the Marquis was placing kisses there.

Yn's heart raced with fear as the Marquis continued to place kisses on her bare skin. His hands trailed down her arms in a possessive manner, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. She could feel the weight of the necklace around her neck, acting as a physical reminder of the Marquis' hold on her.

His kisses gradually trailed from her shoulder to her neck. He began planting kisses around the area in a slow, methodical manner, his fingers gently caressing her arms in the process. Yn could feel her heart racing, unable to find her voice to speak up. She could only bite her lip and continue to listen to the smacking noises as he began to nibble on her neck.

"Stop..." Yn managed to mutter, her breath hitching in her throat.

But the Marquis was relentless in his assault, his lips continuing to trail down her neck. Suddenly, his hands drifted to her arms and gently grasped them. Instinctively, Yn attempted to pull her arms away and move away from him, but she was met with his unyielding grip around her arms.

"Don't resist," she heard the Marquis murmuring as his lips neared her nape.

Her heart raced, fear coursing through her veins. She could feel his warm breath and his lips against her neck, and she could hear his words in her ear. The adrenaline rush coursed through her body as she tried to push the Marquis away from her.

But it was all in vain. The Marquis was too strong and bigger than she was, and her resistance only aroused him more. Yn could feel his lips moving to the side of her neck, where she felt teeth clamp on her skin. She struggled to free herself from the man's hold, a faint scream escaping her lips.

"Stop!" she raised her voice, still trapped by him, "This is not part of our deal! It's supposed to be just a dinner!"

Suddenly, the Marquis let go of her and he withdrew his head. Yn immediately moved away from him and spun around to face him. Her face contorted with rage, her eyes wide and her lips forming a tight line. Her cheeks flushed red and her fists were clenched as she stared at the Marquis with a look of utter disdain.

The Marquis' face had a look of satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes glazed with lust. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he adjusted his suit and brushed off his jacket. He seemed arrogant and in control with every movement he made. He then met Yn's gaze.

"Ah, our deal," he nodded as his lips curved upside down in amusement for a fleeting moment, "You're right."

Yn stared at him while breathing heavily before she moved to rush past him. She exited the balcony and strode speedily towards the door of the bedroom. She opened the door aggressively, wanting to just leave this building as soon as possible when she halted abruptly in her track.

Chidi was standing in the middle of the doorway, blocking the exit. He stood with his hands grasping one another in front of his body. His eyes were narrowed and his face was solemn as he looked down at Yn, looking completely unsurprised to see her about to rush off. It's as if he had expected her.

The sound of calm footsteps approaching them from behind her made Yn turn around with eyes widening in fear. The Marquis sauntered toward them, his hands still tucked into his pockets, his dark gaze still boring into her. Yn held her breath as she felt completely trapped on the spot despite how huge the mansion was.

"You are forgetting one thing, ma lapine," the Marquis spoke up as he removed his rich red jacket, fully revealing him in the black waistcoat. He then tossed the piece of clothing to the side uncaringly. Then he added to Yn, "The deal is a private dinner with me until I am satisfied. And now..."

He paused to loosen up his necktie from around his neck, and he continued in a dark tone, "I have yet to be satisfied."

Feeling the Marquis' hungry gaze on her, Yn trembled timidly as she looked at the ground. She then scowled at him and said with slight indignation in her tone, "You twist the deal."

"Not at all," answered the Frenchman as he advanced closer to her, "I said exactly that and you agreed. That's our deal, and you haven't fulfilled that part yet. Your friend could still very well be fired now."

Yn frowned in terror and she stared wide-eyed at him. Her heart raced and she felt a chill run down her spine as her blood turned cold. She was so stunned that she couldn't even see the Marquis coming to her and wrapping his arms around her.

He pulled her close to his chest and Yn's heart jumped into her throat at the sudden closeness. The Marquis looked down at her face and the gleam in his eyes seemed to darken. He then leaned in closer to her face and pressed his lips on hers.

His lips were warm and supple. Yn could feel his warm breath on her face and she could smell his scent - a masculine one that smelt of spice and something else that Yn couldn't name. She could feel him, too - his front body against hers, his lips on her own, and his arms encircling her waist.

The feel of his body touching hers overwhelmed her so much that she finally struggled in his embrace. She yelled against his lips, "No! Don't touch me!"

The Marquis responded immediately by clutching her jaw with his hand and pulling her face closer to his. Yn gasped in shock and he took that chance to deepen the kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue, as his other hand traveled her body, caressing her buttocks before it raised up the bottom of her dress.

That's when she heard the door shutting behind her. She thrashed around in his grip and managed to look over her shoulder to see that Chidi had closed the door and left the two of them. Her heart thudded in her ribcage at the sight and she couldn't help but panic.

"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling vehemently and pushing the man away by his chest.

However, she was stunned to silence when the Marquis grabbed her by the jaw forcefully and tugged her close to his face. His rage-filled eyes glared down at her, the shadow projecting over them making them appear even more ominous, as his mouth was in a straight slash with immense contempt.

"You're forgetting the deal," he hissed through his gritted teeth, "But if you want, I could let you go. But I will call Malone and tell him that your precious friend is fired! And since you disobey me, I will cut your earning!"

Yn froze in an instant, her eyes widening like saucers as she stared back at him in absolute disbelief and horror. No. She could not have the money she earned from the casino cut at this moment. Not when she was so close to paying the full amount of her mother's medical bills. Not when her mother's life's on the line. Not when her mother seemed so sick recently.

But she couldn't believe how far the Marquis would go to achieve what he desired. She could see his eyes burning with desire and his grip on her jaw tightened as if to physically make her submit to his whims. One of her hands instinctively grabbed the forearm of the hand that held her jaw. She stared at him wide-eyed with a frown of stupefaction as she pondered.

The Marquis glared down at her before his eyes relaxed due to realization and confusion. He noticed right away how she froze in his grip and how scared she was when he said he would cut her earning. Her reaction intrigued him and he wondered if she took the casino job only for the huge pay she would earn. But for what, he did not know. However, he then knew for sure that his threat about money had a good hold on her.

She was so scared that her hands started to tremble and her vision blurred over. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and her breath became shallow and quick. She felt something wet running down her cheek, but she brushed it off as sweat. That was until the Marquis brought his other hand to her face and gently wiped it with his thumb.

"If you don't want it to be cut," he said, a dark smile on his face, "Then do as I say and it won't be."

Yn shed more tears as she loosened up in his hold. The Marquis noticed this and slowly let her jaw go before he pulled her into his chest, embracing her in a mock show of affection. His arms went around her waist and he pressed the length of her body against his.

"Do not fret," the Marquis said, his mouth beside her ear, "There's no need for tears. I'll be gentle."

She made no move to hug him back as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks as the horrifying predicament of the situation dawned on her. She couldn't let the Marquis do a pay cut to her earning from the casino. She needed the money badly. She had to endure one or two more months to collect the full amount of money to pay her mother's medical bills. Cutting her earning would make the process slower and her mother's life was at stake then.

Plus, the last time she saw her mother, the latter seemed so frail. It's as if death had gotten so close to her this time. If the Marquis cut off her earning and slowed the whole process down, would her mother still be alive?

She couldn't let that happen. She was so close. She couldn't jeopardize it.

Yn then looked up to stare at the smug Frenchman. Her glassy doe eyes gazed at him and she thought: If she gives him what he wants, he would leave her alone, right? He would not chase her around again.

The Marquis was pleased to her staring at him with those eyes. He then gently brushed off her tears with his thumbs and said in a low voice, "Don't fight me on this. It's for tonight only, okay?"

Yn wiped away her tears with her hand and she gave a small nod in response. She was so teary-eyed that she couldn't meet the Marquis' eyes.

The Marquis smirked in victory before he brought her chin up with his hand, leaned in, and kissed her again. This time, Yn didn't struggle like before and she let him kiss her. She shut her eyes and let out a whimper at his soft touch. She felt him pressing her against him as his kisses grew aggressive and impatient.

She felt his hands roam her body as if on their own will. But before long, she felt that gentle touch and the small tingles of his fingers trailing down her arms. She felt a shiver go down her spine when his hands reached down her back and then picked up the bottom of her dress. She was surprised when she felt his hands grope her ass, squeezing and feeling her there, leaving her skin electrified. He did so over and over again until she felt his fingers delve down past her buttocks and rub against her pussy through the panties.

He kissed her so sloppily because he was more focused on his fingers rubbing against her pussy. His tongue had invaded her mouth and dominated hers easily as she gasped at the foreign sensation he did down there.

That's when she felt her panties being moved to the side. For the first time in her life, Yn felt a foreign object rub against the lips of her pussy. She flinched and twitched at the sensation but the Marquis did not relent and he kept rubbing his fingers against her slit, all the while locking his lips with hers incessantly. She was left to lean her whole body fully against his chest as she let out a breathy moan, her tears brimming her eyes as she trembled in his arms.

The Marquis was relentlessly rubbing against her clit and it sent pleasure surging through her body. She was forced to moan into his mouth as she put both of her hands on his chest for something to grip on. She felt a lot of things were happening. Her mouth was thoroughly sucked and dominated by his while her clit was caressed violently by his fingers. She had never felt so suffocated by many sensations, and one thing she could focus on was the nagging pleasure.

She felt her pussy getting wetter by the second. She felt a strange new feeling, one she couldn't describe. A sound that was not human, but rather the primal call of a female, then escaped her lips.

The Marquis picked up the sound and he then continued to lick and suck her lips even more, forcing out more moans from the lady. He felt her whole body shudder in his arms with every move he made, and it was a sight to behold. He lapped at Yn's lips and drank her sweet saliva as he continued toying with her pussy, finding out what gave her the most pleasure.

She knew it was wrong. What he was doing was wrong. She knew she should hate it. But it just felt so amazingly good. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger and she felt herself getting close to an orgasm. She became tensed in his hold as that sensation got higher and higher. His fingers became swifter too, stubbornly rubbing her pussy and clit with more pressure, and that's when she felt the explosion of a climax.

She moaned lightly as she harshly gripped the Marquis' black waistcoat. Her whole body trembled like leaves due to the orgasm, her mouth was left wide open, giving him easy access to kiss her more fervently. She had subconsciously bent forward, pushing her breasts against his chest as her thighs closed in, leaving his fingers lock against her gushing pussy.

As the climax began to die down, she felt her knees weakening and she was on the verge of collapsing but the Marquis caught her and steadied her. Not only that, he put his hands around her and carried her in bridal style. She was breathing heavily in his arms, her eyes closed, and he stared down at her, enjoying the sight of her flushed face.

She was still coming down from the high of the explosive orgasm when she felt herself being lowered down onto something soft and comfortable. She figured out it was a bed as her hands instinctively grabbed onto the blanket to grip something as she still felt the slowing surge of intense pleasure.

She heard the sound of fabric rustling before something dropped onto the floor. She then felt the straps of her dress on her shoulders being loosened. The dress was pulled down her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps following the trail of the dress. The Marquis pushed the dress down completely and Yn felt it slither off of her body until she lay in only her white lace bra and her plain white panties. She could feel the cold air of the room brush against her exposed skin

She felt the bed shift again as the Marquis got on the bed. Her eyes shot open and she looked towards the source of the movement. She swallowed dryly at the shocking sight. He had gotten rid of his shirt and waistcoat, revealing his upper body fully bare.

He had a strong, muscular physique with distinct chest muscles and a broad, strong back. His abdomen was toned and his arms had visible veins and muscles that rippled as he moves. His skin was smooth, with no blemishes or marks. He had a flat stomach and light six-pack abs that were barely visible against his skin. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. He stared at Yn's body as if he was going to devour her and it really made her feel naked.

Suddenly, she felt sturdy hands grip her ankles and pull her legs apart. She gripped the blanket tighter as she felt a sudden cool breeze brush against her exposed pussy. She realized that he had just taken off her panties, but she was exhausted and powerless to stop him. She was spread and vulnerable.

The Marquis then went for her bra. He moved his hands underneath her body and unclasped the hook. He then tossed the piece behind him. Her body became exposed to the light of the room. She felt a chill run down her spine as her breasts became exposed to the open air of the room. She felt so shy being naked in front of a man. One she didn't actually know.

He put his hand on each side of her head as he positioned himself in between her legs. She then felt something poking against the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes widened with fear and dread as realization set in. She knew what was going to happen. It was apparently what the Marquis wanted. He had to threaten her to get to this point, and now it was going to be real. She gripped the blanket tighter as she felt the invasion near.

That was when an idea lit up in her head.

“Wait!”

The Marquis was startled by the sudden voice of the girl who had been quiet the whole time. He paused his movements and looked down at her.

Yn knew she could not stop him from this. He would threaten her more and make it clear that he would make her life a miserable one. But she had an idea - one that would at least comfort her inwardly as she spread her legs for him.

She began with a soft and whimpery voice, “Please… After this is done, I want compensation… Because this is too much for me… I don’t do this… I want… All I want is just something to compensate for this…”

Understanding registered in the Marquis’ head. He stared her down as his eyes glimmered with filthy lust that plainly told he was desiring her body. He let out a huge exhale as he queried, "What kind of compensation?"

Yn swallowed dryly before she revealed, "50 thousand dollars. Please. That's all. You can have my body and all I want is just that. If you want, you can... reduce it to 25k... or even 10k."

The Marquis scoffed and he looked like he was about to force himself on her, but Yn was adamant this time. She brought her hands to his cheeks and begged, "Please! This matters so much to me!"

He appeared taken aback by her persistence and the way she held his cheeks in her hands. He regarded her with a long stare and Yn could tell how puzzled he was. She could only hope that he did not question her about it.

However, she was astonished when he let out another sigh before he pursed his lips and said, "Fine. 50 thousand."

Yn was surprised. He thought he would choose to pay her the cheapest amount, but he still went with the highest. It was a lot of money, especially for her who was very much poor. She smiled in relief, but then her smile dropped instantaneously as she felt it.

The Marquis' cock rubbed against the entrance of her wet pussy. She was still extremely tight and he could feel her resisting the slight tightness. He slid his cock upwards, sliding it against her sensitive clit. Yn felt like she was going to die from the pleasure that shot up her body. She whimpered as she felt her clit being rubbed by his cock, and she felt like she was going to explode.

She heard the Marquis say as he leaned closer to her ear, "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

She shivered at those words as she felt him push his cock back downwards, rubbing it against her entrance before pushing it in.

She felt her insides being forced to stretch and fit over his girth, which wasn't a small one. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he slowly slid his cock into her. She felt her pussy being stretched to the limit, and she felt like she was going to tear soon. The pain was unbearable as he pushed his cock further into her.

She felt like he was tearing her apart and because of the pain, her hands shot up to push against his bare chest. She cried out, "Stop! It hurts!"

The Marquis just looked at her and smirked, "You are full of surprises, ma lapine. You are a virgin."

Yn tried to glare at him but moaned in pain as she did so. Tears began to brim in her eyes as she felt him thrust his cock in deeper. She felt like her insides were going to be torn apart. She let out a cry of pain as she felt her pussy being stretched further to fit his length. She felt like she was about to split open. She felt the Marquis' hands dig into her hips as he pushed more and more of his member inside her until it reached the hilt.

He moaned in pleasure as her tight pussy was wrapped around his penis. He looked down at her expression and saw that one tear had rolled down her cheek. She looked tired and helpless beneath him as her pussy hugged his cock perfectly. He leaned down and licked the teardrop shamelessly.

The pain continued to pierce through Yn's body. She was whimpering, her eyes closing and her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Her hands had stopped pushing against his chest and she laid them down next to her shoulders. She looked up and realized that their missionary position forced her to stare directly at him. She quickly averted her gaze and looked to the side, not wanting to look at him as he got what he wanted.

She felt his cock twitch and jerk as he leaned closer to her. She looked back up to see him staring down at her with a hungry expression. He began to fuck her like that, deep and slow, taking his time in enjoying the tightness of her pussy. He was thrusting in and out of her extremely slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight cunt around his girth. It was a slow rhythm and he seemed to love the feeling of her tight cunt around his cock.

He groaned in pleasure as her face contorted in pain. Her mouth was opened in a silent scream, and her head was moving back and forth upon each thrust. Her hands lay limply upon the bed as she lay there, taking his thrusts. She felt him pulling her against him with each thrust as he began to pick up his speed bit by bit.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to whimper in pain. She felt like she was being split in two, and the pain was excruciating.

The Marquis just continued to fuck her, thrusting into her as he leaned down and began to lick and suck on her breasts. His tongue licked over her nipples, gently stimulating them as they hardened. He sucked on them and played with them as he continued to thrust into her in a rhythm that gradually sped up.

Yn let out a loud moan as she felt him continue to trace licking over her nipples. They were hardening under his touch and she was beginning to feel pleasure from his tongue. It felt like the Marquis was doing this to purposefully drive her insane. He continued to toy with her nipples with his mouth.

Her pussy tightened even more as that pleasure from her breasts flowed through her body. She moaned lightly as she experienced a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt overwhelmed by a lot of mixed sensations. It was like pain and pleasure combining into this toxic liquid that surged throughout her body and she couldn't think clearly. She felt like she wanted to take it or run.

The Marquis was groaning in pleasure as he felt the incredible tightness of her pussy. He was driving himself crazy with the pleasure that her pussy provided.

He was patient. Patient enough. He had taken his time to make her his, and now that she was here beneath him, he was going to enjoy it. He was going to fuck her senseless until all she could do was moan. He continued to thrust deep into her pussy, his hips pumping against her soft ass. He thrust forward and pulled out, stretching her pussy with his girth and length. He pushed himself in and out of her, rotating his hips and thrusting strongly into her.

Eventually, his pace became harder and faster. Yn gasped and moaned as he began to thrust in rougher. He raised his upper body, his hands grasped tightly onto her hips and he controlled her hips to his liking. He was pounding into her with force and vigor, and both of their bodies were colliding together. Her pussy felt like it was on fire with the rough fucking he was giving her.

Yn was moaning and staring up at him in shock. She felt it. The tip of his cock rammed against the entrance of her womb repeatedly. It sort of hurt yet pleasurable at the same time. He was filling her up, his cock throbbing within her as he fucked her fast. She could feel his heartbeat inside her and it was racing just as fast as she.

Yn watched as his body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing and his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was fucking her with so much force, so much strength. His large hands held her hips tightly as he slammed into her with ferocity. She felt him pounding his cock into her, his hips colliding with her ass, and her legs around his waist swinging wildly in the air following his movements. He was taking her hard like she was his fucktoy.

She felt his cock hitting the entrance of her womb as he continued to pound into her. She moaned in pleasure despite the mixture of pain and pleasure. She was sweating under him, her pussy walls tightening around his cock as he continued to plow her.

The Marquis was a powerful figure, his body slick with sweat, muscle tensing and bulging as he thrust and pounded into her. His hands grasped fiercely onto her hips, controlling her movements as he dominated her. His hips moved in a rapid rhythm, ramming into her rear with pummeling energy that sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.

There was a mix of pheromones in the air, a musky scent of aroused bodies entwined that filled the room. Yn could smell his sweat, mixed with her own as they moved together and heated up the atmosphere around them.

His grunting and moaning matched hers as they collided together, their genitals slapping together like thunder amidst a violent storm. His breaths were labored as he pushed himself harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin overlapping with his grunts and hers.

Yn bounced up and down the bed as her breasts and the necklace swung wildly with her motion. She moaned, at this point, the pain had subsided as if her pussy had gotten used to the stretch and the violent thrusts of the cock inside her. Her hand was gripping the sheet hard on each side of her head. The way she looked beneath him was exquisite to the Marquis as she let him violate her like a toy.

That's when she realized that he was watching her. He leaned down, placing each forearm of his on each side of her head, and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Yn moaned as his tongue dominated her from the inside. She swore she felt her eyes roll up in pleasure and suffocation upon feeling the Marquis ravish her in two ways - through her wet pussy and her mouth.

He was pounding her pussy roughly in a mating press. Her legs were pressed against her chest by him as he towered over her directly, slamming his cock inside her relentlessly. She moaned with his tongue inside her mouth as she felt his cock pounding against her G-spot, sending pleasurable shocks across her body again and again. She could almost feel his cock throbbing with a rapid beat within her.

The Marquis felt her pussy tighten around his cock, knowing she was nearing her climax. For Yn, it was all too much for her as she felt her body heating up even more. She couldn't take it anymore and she felt a burst of pleasure build up within her body, her gushing pussy walls gripping his cock tightly.

She suddenly tensed up in the mating press, her moans were muffled by his mouth and tongue, as she climaxed beneath him. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock over and over again.

However, the Marquis did not stop there, despite knowing she was orgasming within his hold, as he continued to ram his cock into her with brutal force. Yn was dumbfounded that he wasn't stopping and she felt so overstimulated and oversensitive since she was still climaxing.

She cried out as she struggled beneath him, attempting to dislodge his cock and flee from the mating press she was pushed in, "Stop! Pull out! I'm still...!"

But the Marquis did not stop. He ignored her cries as he continued to fuck her with force as she thrashed and cried beneath him. He felt the grip of her pussy tighten around his cock, feeling her vagina squirt juices all over his shaft and balls as her cunt continued to spasm and convulse around his cock. He smirked and continued to fuck her, knowing full well about the explosions her female body could muster.

His cock continued to pound against her G-spot, overloading her senses and overwhelming her mind. It almost felt like she was on the verge of passing out from all the pleasure and pain in her body. She kept struggling in vain to get him off her, but he was too strong, her body was weak and feeble compared to his.

That's when she experienced her second orgasm, a powerful and strong wave of bliss and pleasure coursed through her body, exploding from her pussy and spreading throughout her entire body. She screamed and her eyes were rolling up as she experienced a powerful one. Her body was trembling and twitching under the Marquis' hold. Her pussy spasmed tightly around his cock with such intensity and power that she swore she saw stars.

But the Marquis wasn't done yet. He fucked her with her pussy juices lubricating his cock, thrusting deeper and harder into her with each thrust. His cock was overstimulated by her second orgasm and she felt the man's cock twitch and pulse clearly inside her pussy walls.

Despite the hazy cloud of the climax, the realization fell upon her like bricks as she understood what was going to happen soon. She immediately yelled, pushing against his chest yet again, "Pull out! Don't cum inside!"

But all her attempts at fighting him were in vain. He was too strong and she was too weak. He didn't stop or pull out despite her pleas and cries as he continued pounding his cock into her harshly. She weakly tried to push against his chest while feeling the way his cock rammed in and out of her squelching pussy.

The Marquis grabbed the hands that were attempting to push him and pinned them against the bed on each side of her head, rendering her helpless. She weakly struggled, but he ignored her and slammed his cock against her g-spot. His grip on her wrists was too tight and she was too weak to fight him.

Suddenly, the Marquis slammed hard and stopped deep within her. He groaned loudly as he pressed more into her. That's when she felt it. Yn cried out; her entire body shaking as he climaxed within her. His cock twitched and pulsed as he shot his seed into her womb. She felt the hot seed coat her womb and fill her like hot water filled a glass.

She cried out in despair as she felt his seed fill her completely. Her pussy spasmed around his cock as her body continued to convulse as she was still climaxing. She didn't know why she was still climaxing, but she felt like her entire body was on fire and she was filled with ecstasy.

"No!" she cried out, "No! Pull out! Pull out! Please!"

But that only spurred the Marquis on. He groaned again, this time releasing her wrists and gripping her hips tightly, pulling her deep against him as he emptied his hot seed deep within her womb. He grunted as he continued to come in her warm and tight pussy. He filled her pussy up to the brim and kept shooting into her.

She felt his hot cum fill her pussy, gushing into her and painting her womb white. The male finally stopped cumming after a few more shots within her. He pushed himself off her with his cock still firmly embedded within her pussy. He sat in between her legs and looked at the woman he had taken. He looked at her with a sinister and satisfied smile.

She turned her head away from him and felt tears building up in her eyes. She clenched her pussy tightly around his cock in an attempt to get him to pull out. But the Marquis gripped her thighs tightly, still embedded deeply in her pussy, keeping her legs spread. It's like he was keeping his cum inside her.

He finally pulled out after a long time with a loud wet noise, leaving her gaping pussy open and exposed. Her legs remained spread wide before him. He smirked as he took in the sight of her trembling pussy, still twitching gently. Soon enough, his sperm dribbled out of her hole. Her pussy and her inner thighs were coated with blood since he had plucked her virginity. Her juices were also dripping out of her used pussy, a mixture of hers and his seed.

Yn trembled, her body still convulsing lightly as she was still coming down from her climax. She glanced to see that the Frenchman was still gazing at her abused pussy and she looked away, feeling humiliated enough. She did not see that the Marquis was stroking his drenched cock.

She looked to the side, looking at a window that revealed how dark it was outside. She began to wonder what time it was and remembered about Sydney. She thought about that little girl being taken care of by Barbara at the moment and she should come home by then.

She was about to get up and search for her dress when the Marquis suddenly turned her around in bed. She was on her stomach when she made a noise of confusion. The man behind then mounted on her thighs, leaned on her ear, and said huskily, "We are not done yet."

She gasped as she felt his warm flesh pressed up against her rear, feeling his hot cock head pushing against her pussy again. He was still hard as he pushed his cock head against her womanhood. She moaned in protest and tried to move away.

He managed to enter her wet and warm pussy again before he plunged in deep. Yn tried to push herself up with her arms but he leaned into her, holding her down with his body weight. The Marquis moved to her ear and whispered, "I'm not satisfied with you yet."

He simply held her down by the hips and started to thrust into her wet pussy. The mix of his semen and her juices served as a lubricant for his cock and thus creating squelching noises each time he thrust in.

He continued to pound into her as he placed his hands on her waist, controlling her movements to his liking again as he fucked her. He grunted in satisfaction, his balls slapping against her cum-filled pussy as he used her.

Yn, on the other hand, could only lie there helplessly, her eyes closed as she tried to cope with the pleasure and the pain. She was still feeling slightly sensitive from her last orgasm and his large cock was continuing to inch into her sore pussy. She gasped a few times as he continued to slam into her, bending her body over the bed.

She cried out and groaned as he continued to thrust into her helpless and abused pussy. She could feel his cock slam against her cervix and hit that sensitive area within her body. The semen inside her was sloshing around his invasive cock. Her pussy was sore, but somehow the Marquis was still able to build up an orgasm for her.

The Marquis suddenly stopped and pulled out completely. Yn was about to look over her shoulder when he grasped her hips and lifted it up with his strength until her knees held themselves on the bed. Yn was left in the position where his upper body fully rested upon the sheet while her butt was raised in the air.

The man behind her then held her hips and rammed his cock back inside. Yn gasped from the intrusion as she felt his balls slapping against her again. He started ramming himself into her with deep and fast thrusts and she could feel his cock pushing against her cum-filled womb with each thrust. She felt her cunt stretch to the limit as his large cock kept slamming into her.

Her moans and his grunts ricocheted off the walls of the room, punctuated by the wet squelching of their juices and the slapping sound of his flesh against hers. His deep and fast thrusts reverberated through her body, every movement sending pleasure and pain mixed together in a potent cocktail. There were no pauses, just an unstoppable rhythm as she felt herself being pushed ever closer to the edge as he fucked and used her like she was his cum-dumpster.

She could feel his cock slam against her cervix repeatedly again and it wasn't even a minute when she felt an orgasm building up in her pussy. She cried out in pleasure and tried to escape but the Marquis held her down tightly.

"No! P-Please! No!" she screamed as she was pinned to the bed by one of his hands on her back.

The Marquis groaned and pounded into her again and again as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Yn screamed into the sheets as another orgasm exploded from her bottom, causing her to tremble violently beneath him. Her pussy lips were spread open due to the deep thrusts and she could feel her juices squirting out, drenching his cock and crotch.

Her orgasm seemed to spur him on as he thrust even harder. He finally let out a loud groan and came again as he continued to thrust into her, albeit this time sloppily. His cock was pulsing inside her with his orgasm as he delivered a few final thrusts into her vagina. His cum flooded her even more than before as most of his semen from the previous round was still inside her.

The Marquis continued to pin her on the bed until they were both spent and exhausted. Soon enough, he pulled out of her flooded pussy and she felt a gush of cum flowing from her abused pussy. She could feel it running down her thighs and for her, it felt so sinful. She had never thought she would lose her virginity like this - so violent yet pleasurable.

Feeling utterly exhausted, her knees collapsed and she dropped her hips onto the bed, the motion caused the juices inside her to spill more onto her inner thigh and bedsheet. That's when she felt hands pulling her. The Marquis, who was lying on the bed next to her, grabbed her closer to his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist and her head was tucked under his chin. The both of them were facing one another and both were completely worn out and sleepy.

"Vincent..."

Yn forced her eyes open, staring at the skin on his neck, and wondered what he meant by that.

As if sensing her bewilderment despite not looking at her face, he drawled out more with his eyes closed, "Vincent Bisset de Gramont... my name..."

Yn did not respond as she stared ahead into space. She wanted nothing more than to get up and run off, but after having two rounds of being fucked like a breeding toy, she also wanted to sleep right then and there. She was still feeling the effects of her multiple orgasms and she wondered if she'll ever be able to walk again.

But, she thought: If the Marquis honor her words and give her 50 thousand dollars as promised, then she would have more than enough money to pay for her mother's hospital treatments. The remaining money would be saved and used for her family's future.

She could finally quit her job at the casino after this and never have to lay eyes on the Marquis again.

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Turn back the hands of time. [Weasley twins x Reader]

Title: Turn back the hands of time.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader, (George Weasley x Reader later)

Timeline: Set six months after Fred’s Death.

Summary: What if you got the gift of time just to relive a moment with your deceased beloved one more time?

Warnings: Fred does the big sleep. Death. Grief, tears, emotional trauma. Use of a time turner (setting my own rules here). Mentions of marriage and kids. So much pain. McGonagall being a queen. Reader is implied Gryffindor.

I apologise, this one hurts. 🥀

The six months that had passed since the love of your life died had been the most intolerable, excruciating months of your life. Nothing brought you comfort anymore; every single thing in your life was attached to memories of him, bittersweet and painful memories you were forced to relive each and everyday by simply existing. Each day from the second you woke you were reminded of the painful fact that you had to carry on living whilst he couldn't. There was no future for you anymore, no more dreams of small weddings and long honeymoons, no blessings of little ones or fantasies of being an author, holed up in a small little cabin hidden away in the forest like you'd always planned with Fred.

He would aparate into the shop each day and you would have a home office with a big, fancy writing desk placed directly in front of a large window to view the scenery around you as you wrote. After closing the shop and settling up for the night, Fred would return home and you'd cook together, spending evenings on the decking under twinkling lights as you appreciated your simple life. You'd had it all planned out in fine detail, the future you were no longer destined to have.

George was naturally devastated too, utterly broken by the loss of his twin brother. You two, being the closest people to Fred, had found just a smidge of comfort in each other initially but over time Fred's loss had built a wedge between you both, each of you only serving as a reminder of what you had both lost.

You'd not only lost your soulmate but also your best friend along the way and the family that had taken you in and loved you as one of their own.

You'd pulled away from them all the same week of Fred's funeral, finding it unfathomably hard to be around them all, the missing piece constantly highlighted in the sea of familiar red hair. 

A good day for you these days meant accomplishing something as mundane as showering or eating some sort of meal. You knew you'd lost weight, the clothes you always wore hung off your body now the same way Fred's clothes used to. But you couldn't seem to stomach anything, the lingering pain and grief creating a sickness in you that couldn't be soothed.

The pain never truly ever left you but it did come in waves. Most the time is was like a background noise, a constant humming that ran through you like a curse but sometimes it was panic inducing pain, taking away your ability to breathe and function as haunting sobs wracked your body until you were crippled with agony, regret and hopeless longing.

You'd had a good day, as far as they went, managing to crawl out of bed and into the shower before trying to distract yourself with some muggle tv when a simple letter, delivered by owl, took your breath away once more.

Dear y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well, my thoughts have been with you each and every day since the battle. In Dumbledore's honour, we are conducting a memorial for the fallen and I would like to personally invite you to celebrate in the life of the loved ones we have lost. Fred's life will be celebrated by his staff, friends, family and fellow students as we pay respect to their bravery and sacrifice.

I would be honoured if you would join us.

With profound sympathy,

Minerva Mcgonagall.

You couldn't breathe again, tears streaming down your face as you read the letter through misty eyes, having to blink away the tears constantly to refocus your vision.

You didn't want to go. Your initial instinct was to burn the letter and hide from it, isolating yourself further and further until no one of your past life could ever find you again, lest contact you by owl. But you couldn't do that to Fred. He deserved everyone he loved and that loved him to celebrate his life, to tell stories of his triumphs and notorious endeavours in his time at Hogwarts. You couldn't be selfish this time, not for your Fred.

——

As you stepped into the all too familiar castle alone, you felt a dichotomy of feelings barrage you all at once. This had been your home since you were 11 years old, the place where you finally had a sense of belonging, where your best memories had been made, the place that you had met and fell in love with Fred Weasley and the place he'd died.

The castle had undergone extensive repairs and looked better than ever since the destruction from the war. Walking through the halls you felt both soothed and conflicted, the trembling of your hands never once leaving as you anticipated seeing everyone again.

"Y/n/n?" A familiar voice called from behind you, making your eyes close momentarily from the pain in their voice. You turned to see Ginny stood there, staring at you with a worried look on her face. She looked well, pretty, in sharp contrast to you.

"How?" She began to say as she walked towards you, thinking better of the statement before throwing her arms around you, "I'm so glad you're here."

You hummed a reply, already feeling an invisible weight tugging at you as you held your friend, the sister in law you'd once anticipated.

"Everyone's through here," she says, taking you by the hand as she led you towards the great hall, before you could protest. Your stomach roiled with nerves as you tried to keep your eyes down, not ready to see everyone again.

"Y/n?" A voice called out, the tone of shock and worry so intricately laced in the maternal tone it was hard to hear it. Molly. You raised your eyes just in time to see her move quickly towards you and embrace you tightly, the all too familiar smell of her and their home encasing you entirely. You bit your lip hard to stop the tears from falling, already succumbing to your overwhelming emotions as hard as you tried to deny them. Each Weasley took the time to give you a warm hug, even Arthur who had cradled you in his arms surprisingly tight.

When the last hug didn't come, you looked up with tear stricken eyes towards the body that had made no effort to walk towards you, George. He looked just as haunted as you, tired and frail as he looked upon you with sad eyes, tears silently falling down his face. You stared at each other for a moment, unsure of how to proceed until your lip quivered and a small sob escaped you. George rushed forward and pulled you straight into his chest, neither of you caring about the tears and sobs that fell from you both, too fixed upon each other to give a single care about the onlookers.

"I'm so sorry," you both said at exactly the same time, earning a little chuckle from you both at the ridiculousness of it all.

You and George never left each others side the entire  time, clutching hold of each other's hand as you navigated the painful memories and eulogies, each giving a squeeze intermittently to let the other know that you were still there.

Mcgonagall had called you away some time before the official memorial had began, walking with you towards the office she now held that was once Dumbledore's. George had reluctantly dropped your hand with a quiet, frantic whisper that you'd better be back soon.

"It's good to see you y/n," she says, gesturing for you to step towards the desk. You'd always felt a kinship with you previous head of house, both of you having a flair for transfiguration and underneath the sometimes harsh exterior, she had a wicked sense of humour.

"You too professor," you replied, trying to force an honest smile onto your face, not having used those muscles in months.

"Oh professor," she laughs, "call me Minerva," you says, scandalised at the notion of you calling her professor. You smiled warmly, this time not having to force the smile, feeling surprisingly comforted by her.

"You know, I always knew you and Mr Weasley would become an item, right from the day he turned your water goblet into a rock," she smiled, taking her seat as she gazed up at you fondly, "I am so sorry for your loss."

You chuckled at the memory, for once not feeling complete anguish at the thoughts of you and Fred. It was your first transfiguration class and you'd been tasked with turning your pets into water goblets as every first year is expected to do. You'd succeeded first try and Fred had then turned said water goblet into a small rock before your very eyes. To his surprise you had barked out a laugh instead of cursing him out for the ridiculous prank and you'd been firm friends with both the twins ever since. Only in your third year did you begin to catch real feelings for him and by your fourth year you were completely smitten. Before fifth year began, just before the Weasley's trip to Egypt, you were officially dating, finally saying I love you and the rest was history, never parting from each other once you'd found your person. You'd attended the yule ball together, been hand in hand for every task, even as the twins gambled their way through the games. You'd spent hours upon hours inventing, perfecting and packaging their inventions with them and had been been included every step of the way in designing and opening the store. You smiled in pure nostalgia as Mcgonagall's comment triggers a pool of memories for you.

"I've never told anyone this, except for Albus, but when I was a young woman, I lost the love of my life too," she says, bringing you back to the present. You look at her with a sympathetic look though with wide eyes, shocked by her revelation. "He didn't die so it's not exactly the same but he might as well have." Her eyes begin to cloud over as you can see painful memories coming to the forefront of her mind.

"I was a much younger woman then, having graduated from Hogwarts and securing a position in the ministry, the department of magical law enforcement. Before I left for London, I returned home and met a local farm boy, a muggle. Fred Weasley reminded me a great deal of him, perhaps that's why his passing has been so hard for me aswell. He was handsome, clever and so terribly quick witted he even gave me a run my money".

You huffed out a little laugh, knowing how fierce and funny she could be underneath the professional exterior. She sent you a warm smile as you listened intently to her story.

"He proposed not long after our whirlwind summer, right in the middle of a ploughed field owned by his father. I didn't hesitate for a second and said yes straight away, blindsided by love. After I'd accepted, I realised that the future I would be creating for myself would cut me off from the Wizarding world completely, just as my mother had when she married my father. I realised I couldn't live a life the only place I felt like I belonged, having to lock my wand away for ever, unhappily drifting through a life in which I'd rejected the gift I'd been given. Three days later I left for London alone though I never stopped loving Dougal."

"What happened to him?" You asked quietly, not wanting to upset her. She sighed in return, looking down at the desk.

"My mother informed me years later that he married the daughter of another farm owner in Caithness, I never heard anything else after that."

"I'm so sorry Minerva," you said honestly, feeling a tightness in your chest at hearing her story. Truthfully it had been your own form of distraction from your own pain and you were immensely thankful for that.

She sent you a sad smile, nodding her head gently as she looked up at you.

"You're probably wondering why I told you all of this," she says with a smile. Before you can protest, she raises her hand warmly like a mother would and smiled, "I have two points to sharing this personal story with you. The first, is that time truly does heal wounds. You may feel as if you will never be rid of this pain, not knowing how to go on or feeling as if you don't want to, and that my dear is perfectly understandable but every month will get easier, every year you will begin to feel less pain and more pleasant nostalgia until you find a version of yourself that had bloomed from the pain."

Your eyes had filled with tears again at her kind words. Something in her tone made you truly believe that this was true and that you did have a chance of healing eventually, but nothing was comforting enough to immediately relieve the pain, nor set your mind at ease.

"The second, is a gift of sorts," she says, reaching into the top drawer of her desk which she unlocks with a wave of her wand. You frowned gently, not knowing how to respond as she pulls out a little wooden box. She casts another spell and the box opens with an intricate unravelling of the wooden box.

Your breath catches in your throat at you recognise the contents immediately; the time turner that Hermione had been given by Dumbledore all those years ago.

"I'm sure you remember this, as I believe yourself and miss Granger made excellent use of this in your third and fifth respective years." You could do nothing but nod, overwhelmed at the sudden implication of the possibilities of the gift.

"As you know, nothing can be altered by reversing the time, everything will always happened exactly as it always had. I know how tempting it could be to try and fix the projection of our lives, but consider this a gentle warning as to why it is not practical to do so," she says, handing you the time turner. You feel the cold, heavy weight of the time piece in your palm as you inspect it, remembering every detail.

"I always wish I'd gotten more time with Dougal, even just to relive a singular moment or to see him one last time but I was never brave enough, never wanting to jeopardise how far I'd come in my healing. But for you, the gift of time could be invaluable."

You began to cry silently, tears unable to be held back any longer at her kind gesture.

"Thank you, so much," you said through the tears, struggling to hold back your sobs. She immediately stood and moved to wrap her arms around your shoulders, her cape falling over you as if she was protecting you entirely.

"You always were one of my very favourite students," she says, rubbing your shoulder. "Despite the trouble, the mischief was usually rather funny," she admitted. Both of you laughed for a moment at her words, your free hand coming up to wipe at your eyes.

"If I were you, I'd chose a memory that you weren't originally around for, you'll get more time with him. Unless you want to watch from afar," she says, straightening herself out, though keeping a firm hand on your shoulder.

You wracked your brain for a time that you weren't around Fred, finding it hard to think of any specifics. Showing up randomly at the burrow would only pose deep, unanswerable questions that you couldn't explain, everything had to fit to the exact projection of exactly what had happened.

A vague memory of Harry popped into your mind, a tale he'd told about the twins that had been endearing to say the least. You remembered him telling you about seeing Fred and George comforting a young boy in the courtyard that had been victim to Umbridge's unorthodox punishments whilst you were in detention with Snape. Perfect. There was no chance of you accidentally showing up, knowing that you'd gone straight to the common room after that particular detention and it wouldn't interrupt the greater timeline.

You closed your eyes and estimated how many turns you'd need, settling on a little over three full turns, praying it would be enough as you fixated on a certain point.

Immediately your sense of space and time began to shift as you broke through whatever dimension you were entering as the time turner rumbled in your hand.

You were immediately met by the sight of Snape's classroom door which was thankfully sealed shut. You ran immediately out to the courtyard, desperation and adrenaline coursing through your body as you fought to get to your destination quickly, not knowing how much time you'd have.

Your knees nearly buckled upon hearing hushed whispers around the corner from you, tucked away in one of the corridors.

"It's not as bad as it seems, see, it's fading already."

"You can hardly see ours anymore and the pain stops eventually,"

"Yeah."

You walk around the corner and your lip instantly quivers at seeing him. You had to act strong, be strong for him so he wouldn't worry, knowing you couldn’t change the trajectory of time but it was so hard.

He was crouched on the floor beside the stone bench where the young boy sat sobbing with George sat next to him trying to comfort the sad boy, showing him his own scars on the back of his hand.

Fred's hair was a little longer than it had been when he died, something that you had always loved on him, secretly preferring when his hair looked a little overgrown and shaggy. He wore a blue striped polo shirt with a mustard yellow long sleeve shirt underneath and his dark trousers, all of which complemented him so well. In the time between the current events and his death, you'd rarely seen him wear anything other than a fancy suit when he worked at the shop or a simple pair of sweatpants when he got home, usually exhausted. It was so refreshing to see him look so perfectly Fred, reminding you of the boy you'd fallen hopelessly in love with all those years ago.

George also looked great, wearing a matching outfit with contrasting colours that complimented him just as well. He looked well and happy and you had to hold back another quiver of your lip at seeing the boy you loved like your own brother be so different to how you knew him now.

Fred noticed you almost immediately as you walked around the corner, stood silently observing him beside the stone pillar and the wickedly playful grin spread all over his face upon seeing you. He sprang up from his crouched position and raised his eyebrows at you in surprise.

You immediately flung yourself into his arms and he caught you seamlessly with a little 'oof' at the sudden impact. Your eyes filled with the tears you were trying so hard to stop as the familiarity and comfort of being in his arms surrounded you. Nothing felt like this. You fit so perfectly into his arms that he had once mentioned that your body must have been moulded from his own, your head resting perfectly on his chest, directly over his beating heart. His scent surrounded you like a delicious fog, the familiar scents of sweet marshmallow and dark notes of whiz bang smoke clung to your nostrils as you took deep breaths in trying to fill your body with his scent so that you'd always remember.

You felt like you could finally breathe again, finally home where you belonged.

His arms had locked around your shoulders, keeping you firmly against his body, no doubt sensing your need for him in that moment. His hand played with the strands of your hair as he bent down to kiss the top of your head.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asks quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, considering you still had an audience. Hearing him address you, calling you sweetheart had your world shattering and you could no longer stop the tears from falling down your face.

"F-Fred?" You said with a shaky breath, trying desperately to hold back the sobs that built up within your body.

"I'm here, I'm right here," he said soothingly, rocking you both back and forth gently as he pressed another kiss to your head.

"What's happened? Did Snape do something? Umbridge?" He says, pulling you back slightly so that he can look you in the eye, his worry clearly evident on his face, the protective side of him coming out as he considered that someone had hurt you.

You shook your head quickly, knowing you couldn't say anything that would work as an excuse.

"No, I just, I just needed to see you," you said honestly, the innocence and the weight of your words tugging at your heart, knowing he would never know how much you meant it.

His brown pulled together quickly in a slight frown before it disappeared off his face as he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

You tried to push away all the intrusive thoughts that plagued your mind, things that only propelled you to feeling sadder, things you wanted to tell him and all the things you missed about him but you couldn't.

"I love you Freddie," you said, looking directly into his eyes, watching as they sparkled and an honest smile pulled at his lips.

"Not as much as I love you sweetheart," he replied, pulling you in for another hug, though this one was more playful as he squeezed you, making a laugh erupt from your mouth.

You suddenly pulled away and looked towards George who looked on in equal parts confusion and worry. The young boy had gone, no doubt feeling awkward about the whole interaction, leaving you with just the twins. 

You broke away from Fred and moved towards George who stood instinctively as you approached him. You threw your arms around his neck and he fumbled awkwardly for a moment before moving his hands to wrap around you, holding you to him.

"I love you Georgie," you said. He chuckled against you.

"What the bloody hell happened in that potions room?" He jokes but suddenly squeezes you tighter and replies that he loves you too.

"Trying to steal my woman brother?" Fred says from beside us, his tone just as joking and playful as you'll always remember it to be.

"Maybe, I am the better looking one after all," George jokes as you slip out of his hold.

"My future wife disagrees, don't you sweetheart," Fred says, pulling you back over to his side.

You felt your heart shatter at his words and you tried desperately to act neutral under the circumstances, knowing that he had referred to you that way since fifth year. It had always filled you with pride and giddiness each and every time he would call you his future wife, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering wildly at his determination to marry you.

Somehow you found your strength and like magic you slipped into the moment, casting all thoughts aside as you spent your time wisely.

"Sorry George," you smirked, turning back to face Fred to really look at him, knowing that your time would soon be up.

"You think I'll make a good wife?" You ask Fred, who beams down at you with a smile as he slips his arm around you again.

"The best, only one I'll ever need," he smirks, his hand wandering on your waist to reach down and pat your bum.

"I'd do anything to marry you," you said, your voice breaking slightly towards the end as your emotions overcame you once again at the deeper, more painful meaning of your words.

"I have to go," you said to Fred, knowing that you couldn't linger around much longer. "Don't mention this again please, I don't want Snape to know I snuck out of detention," you lied. He nodded in understanding and you moved forward to give him a kiss, pouring your heart and soul into it as you clutched onto to the collar of his polo shirt, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

"I think you should get detention with Snape more often," he says, still holding you tightly to him. You laugh and nod enthusiastically as you spend your last moments really looking at him, trying to commit every inch of his skin to memory.

The little scar above his eyebrow, the mark on his nose, the curve and little bump on the bridge of his nose, the way his hair shaped his face perfectly.

His greeny brown eyes, always glittering with mischief, that's what you'd always remember of him.

"Bye Freddie, I love you" you said, barely able to contain your tears as you walked quickly away, hiding around the corner as you started to sob. You flicked the time turner back just the right amount and tolu felt yourself once again being pulled in every direction until you landed back in McGonagall’s office.

She’s still sat at the desk, signing some papers when you return and she offers you a kind smile, seeing your tear stained cheeks.

“Thank you,” you said, owing her all the gratitude in the world for gifting you the opportunity to see your beloved once again as you placed the time turner delicately back in the box on the table. She nodded warmly and smiled again.

“It’ll be here for you whenever you need it,”

She says, placing it back into the drawer desk, “now, shall we begin the ceremony?” She stands and gestures for you to join her and you do, already feeling stronger by the minute, like your brief visit with Fred had recharged you and given you enough strength to continue.

George slipped his hand into yours the second you were reunited, both of you sitting together as Mcgonagall lead the remembrance ceremony. It was hard to hear Fred’s name and the memories of him shared around the room, but you’d found a strength you didn’t know you had. You cried, you laughed and you celebrated him in every way you could, in the way that he had always deserved.

Epilogue

As the years drew on, you’d visited McGonagall’s office numerous times to visit Fred as it were, only doing so when you felt you desperately needed to, which happened to be less and less over the years as you found your strength. Sometimes you watched from afar as you both interacted, seeing the love between you and sometimes you intercepted memories so that you could interact with him, smell him and feel his skin against yours.

You never dated, feeling no pull or desire for another man in your life, never able to commit to anyone else, knowing that they would always come second to your true love. George had become something to you which you could never explain, a love of sorts which teetered between friendship and more, though it was hard to cross that line, knowing that anything you did would be irreversible. Years passed with you both stuck in limbo, until one day the line was crossed and you found no guilt or pain on the other side of the line but instead found comfort and love. You’d moved in together to a little cabin in the woods, the dream that you’d once had with Fred that George fulfilled for you and one sadness filled night had changed everything when you both sought comfort in each other, needing to feel like you weren’t alone anymore.

It was a natural progression to love George, and you both found that the only way of moving past your pain was to accept that Fred would always be the other half to both of you, with the rest completely dedicated to each other. You both knew you were the only ones that would be able to have this together, that somehow the gap left by Fred would remain but it would be comfortable, like an additional blessing to your relationship. No deciding between the two, no competition and no guilt at loving both.

You married a year after moving in together and you were happy, finally a Weasley just like you’d always wanted. You’d expected to be conflicted and initially you had been, but you and George were perfect for each other and you started a new life together, always keeping Fred in your hearts but finally putting yourselves and your relationship first.

When your first son arrived not a year after your wedding, you’d both cried tears of utter joy when he was born with fiery red hair and little freckles, a complete clone of both his daddy and his uncle Fred.

You didn’t name him after Fred, nor Gred or Forge as George had somewhat jokingly suggested throughout your pregnancy, but instead chose to give him his own name, letting him forge own legacy in this calm world, one where he would always know about his uncle Freddie and how he died a hero.

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[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-five

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: now we're getting somewhere.

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It was just after one in the morning and after the long night of the show, everyone had crawled into bed as soon as we got back to the house. It's been a few hours since then but I stayed outside in the backyard of the house as long as I could, enjoying the quiet night air. The show went off without a hitch; the energy from the crowd was intoxicating. Since the merch booth was located away from the stage, I only watched a few minutes of the guys set.

They left the venue before I did since I took my time tearing down and to help the rest of the crew tear everything down. I wanted to avoid coming back to the house as long as I could because my mind was clouded with too many thoughts. Between my mom, money, and Noah I couldn't think straight.

I ended up wearing Noah's shirt but haven't seen him since he left me in my room earlier today. There was this nagging voice in my mind that begged me to ask him how he knew I still had the shirt. He obviously remembered giving it to me.

The shirt I was still wearing, not bothering to change when I got back to the house. As soon as my feet crossed the threshold, I grabbed a blanket and a random book from the stocked bookshelf and parked my ass outside on a large chair swing. The time at the venue did nothing to clear my mind, so this was my last option. I desperately needed a shower but knowing that Noah was asleep on the couch right outside my room gave me some reserve. It wasn't like he knew I would shower so why did the thought of having him watch me turn me on so much? The way my core tightened made me close by the book with a sigh.

When I watched their set for a few minutes tonight, I got so turned on by Noah seeing and hearing how beautiful he sounded. And those growls? Fuck, who'd be so turned on by someone growling like that?

Me.

I probably would have came by the breeze that's how wound up I was right now.

"I'm so horny like a god damn teenager," I grumbled while standing up from the chair.

I spun on my heels, ready to go inside, but froze when I saw Noah leaning against the sliding door frame, hair tousled from sleep. My breath caught in my throat as I worried if he heard what I said.

"When did you get back?" Noah asked.

Even his sleep riddled voice sounded sexy and he was only wearing a pair of grey sweat shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide the imprint of his cock. The tattoo's that covered every inch of his chest, arms, and neck almost glinted in the moonlight. I forced my gaze to stay locked on his face, not wanting to deter any farther.

I licked my suddenly dry lips and tried to find my own voice. "Not that long ago."

He pushed himself off the doorway so he could stand straight up.

"Why did you stay so late?"

"Some of the other members of the crew needed help tearing down, so I figured I would help," I shrugged.

Noah hummed while taking a small step towards me. "You didn't have to do that."

"I know," I nodded.

Silence fell between us for a few beats, him watching me with such an intense gaze I almost folded right in front of him. His eyes took in every inch of me from my reddened cheeks to the rise and fall of my chest then to the way my thighs clenched together. Noah moved past me to sit on the outdoor couch with his legs spread wide. I bit my lip at the sight, almost forgetting that he was watching me.

"Do you need help with something?" He asked, breaking the silence.

My eyes snapped away from his lap to his eyes. "What?"

Noah reached for my hand and pulled me down to his lap, situating me so my legs were hovering over his thick thigh. The coil in my stomach tightened even tighter while I held my breath at our proximity. We'd been close to each other before but nothing like this; his large hands held tightly on my hips as he leaned his head back against the couch. Brown eyes stared up at me under long lashes and my hands rested on each side of his head to keep myself upright, not wanting to fall into him.

"Relax, angel. I want to help you," he breathed.

I shook my head. "I don't need-."

Noah hushed my words when he forced my hips to move along his thigh, the sensation immediately sending a shock wave throughout my entire existence. My eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan fell from my lips when he shifted his position so his thigh was pressed up against my aching clit. I let my head fall forward onto Noah's bare shoulder, his skin on fire.

"Such a good girl riding my thigh like this," he groaned into my ear.

I should push him away for my own self respect since he's been an asshole to me lately but my body outweighed my morals. It needed this so fucking bad; needed this release.

Just this once.

I couldn't speak, the sensation of how good this felt took away my breath, so I did my best to nod against him. I was so wound up that my orgasm was cresting higher and higher to a crescendo and I rutted harder against Noah.

A noise sounded from inside the house that made my head whirl up and my hips halted. Noah, however, kept his grip on me, not allowing me to stop for more than a few seconds and started moving me against him once more.

"Fuck," I bit out when I saw Folio rummaging around the kitchen for something to drink.

"Who is it?" Noah asked into the crook of my neck.

"Folio."

His grip on me turned bruising, and I seethed in pleasure. I knew Noah was jealous about my friendship with Folio but that's all it was. Folio and I didn't think of each other that way, not when Noah was the only one I thought about.

"Did you want him here instead?" Noah bit down onto the skin between my shoulder and neck.

I cried out in pleasure, quiet enough that only the two of us could hear.

"No," I panted out, my orgasm so fucking close to plowing through me.

The white haze brushed along my vision as I shook in Noah's embrace, his strong arms now wrapping around me to bring himself closer to me. The heat that radiated off of his bare chest was enough to make my breath hitch as the coil snapped deep in my belly, orgasm finally releasing in such a way that I collapsed deeper into him.

I came hard on his thigh, his name falling from my lips in a quiet whine. Noah brushed away the strands of hair from my face as he forced me to look into his eyes; pupils dark with his own desire. I could feel the press of his hard cock against my thigh.

"Is he still there?"

Through fogged vision, I peered past his shoulder to the house and noticed that the kitchen was empty so I shook my head.

Noah didn't say anything as he hand brushed against the skin of my stomach underneath my shirt; his shirt. I shivered under his rough palm, wanting more but knowing I should push him away.

"You should get some sleep, angel."

Before I knew what happened, Noah had lifted me off of him and set me to my feet. When he rose to his, he went to walk past me but I grasped his hand to stop him.

"What just happened," I nodded towards the couch. "Was a onetime thing. Understand?"

Noah let out a low noise from his throat before running a hand through his hair. With a quick cast downward, I noticed how effected he was by what happened. His cock was hard as it pressed against his shorts, almost begging for its own release. But I didn't let the mouthwatering sight change my mind.

"I mean it," I stuttered out.

Noah's fingers brushed over the tattoo that I had on the inside of my arm. It was a simple design of a Cosmo flower; the birth flower for October. I got it earlier this year for my mom, since both of our birthdays were in October.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

With that, Noah left me standing in a heap of my arousal soaking my panties.

NOAH

Fuck.

I didn't expect that to happen. I had no intention of making Y/N ride my thigh when I saw her outside. I only wanted to check in to see why she came back to the house so late. But hearing that she was horny made my dick twitch. It's something that always happened around her, I couldn't stop it.

I didn't want too.

Ever since the first day she came to work for Bad Omens, my cock throbbed with need. She crept her way into my everyday thoughts even though I tried to stop it. I told myself that I would never get involved with someone that worked for us because if it ended sour, it would make things awkward for everyone. But there was something different about Y/N that made me throw that rule right out the window. The way her eyes sparkled as she watched us on stage, or the way her infectious laugh made my heart flutter in my chest. It was that typical romantic bullshit you read about in books but it was true.

Y/N had her claws dug deep into my heart and I wanted her; in so many ways.

But ever since that night in Chicago, I had a thick wall around my heart.

She had gotten drunk, which was fine. That didn't bother me but the reason she did bothered me still to this day. Some asshole was flirting with her all night who ended up being married. When the wife found out, she said some hurtful things to Y/N which dulled the light that I became infatuated with. As I walked out of the venue that night, I saw that asshole trying to get her into his car. I didn't stop to think; I acted instantly and rushed over to them to remove her from his arms. She didn't even protest, only mumbled drunken words under her breath as she snaked herself against me.

He fumed saying that they had plans to hang out after the show. Furry filled me she would stoop so low to hook up with a married guy when there was someone willing to give her everything right in front of her. Not only that, but this piece of shit was going to take advantage of her in her drunk state.

But of course, I was too stubborn to tell her how I felt. I also never told her about me knowing that she had plans with that guy so instead, I became an asshole to her hoping it would stop my feelings for it. Except, it made it worse because when I tried not to want her it made me want her more.

The fire behind her whenever she stood toe to toe with me made something ignite inside of me and I wanted it more and more.

My eyes darted over to her small form as she came upstairs, our gaze locked for a few beats before she slipped inside her room letting the door shut behind her. My cock ached in my short, begging for its own release and I groaned while palming myself hoping it eased the pain. I couldn't take care of myself out here in case someone walked out of their rooms.

At that thought, I remember Folio walking into the kitchen when Y/N was riding my thigh and for a moment, jealousy raged through me. I knew nothing was going on between them, Folio told me they were friends but it did nothing to ease the ache in my chest. It was bad enough her and Davis were close, now her and Folio. I wanted to be that with her, someone she can confide in.

I heard her phone conversation earlier and knew something was going on her with mom but was unsure what. When I brought it up to Folio and Davis, neither of them knew.

"Whatever it is, let her be the one to tell you." Folio had said.

My eyes glanced over to the closed door of her room as I wondered what she was doing right now. Was she sleeping? Browsing on her phone? Laying in bed?

The thought of her laying there naked did nothing to help the deep ache in my balls and I snatched my phone before trekking over to the bathroom downstairs. With the door locked, I pulled up the Only Fans website and browsed through the collections of profiles. I had a fake account, not being stupid enough to use my real name, and my finger hovered over one specific profile. It was a new one, only being created within the last week, and deciding for something new I clicked on it. My dick throbbed at the profile picture of a girl kneeling on a bed, arm covering her bare chest. She was wearing a pair of deep red lace panties and you couldn't see her face. But what I did see on the inside of her left arm gave me pause.

A tattoo of a Cosmo flower; the same design Y/N had in the exact spot.

"No fucking way," I said.

She created an Only Fan's page, just a few days ago. For what?

Obviously, it was none of my business but that still didn't stop me from subscribing to her page. This was wrong, it had to be. I was about to watch her videos and cum to it.

It can't be so bad considering what happened outside.

With that thought, I clicked on the video of Y/N laying spread open, a light blue vibrator pressed to her clit, and let her moans fill the small bathroom as I pulled my dripping cock out from my shorts.

READER

The laughter carried all the way from outside to up to me as I descended the stairs, donning my bathing suit and towel draped over my shoulder. It was well into the early afternoon and knowing I couldn't sleep anymore cause Matt wanted to do this team bonding bullshit; I forced myself out of bed.

Noah and you did plenty of team bonding last night.

My cheeks reddened at the reminder of what we did as I stepped through the doors, the warm afternoon air sticky with humidity. The guys were either in the pool or at the grill making lunch.

"There she is!" Davis raised a beer at me. "We were taking bets on how long you'd sleep for."

I gave him the finger while tossing my towel on the spot where I came on Noah's thigh last night. Knowing what we did last night while the others didn't made my heart thump loudly in my chest.

"I didn't back till late and since it's my day off, I slept in," I said.

My eyes dared a glance over to the pool where Noah and Jolly were leaning against the wall. Noah wore a pair of black sunglasses as he peered over his shoulder to me. Now in the sunlight, I saw some dark stubble graze his chin and upper lip. As I took him in, Noah did the same; drinking in the sight of me in my black bikini. He gave me a knowing smirk before returning to his conversation with Jolly.

Folio brought me a plate of food and motioned for us to sit at the table. I followed and took the plate from him with gratitude until I remembered he was in the kitchen last night and could have seen what Noah and I were doing. But Folio gave nothing away if he knew so I breathed easier.

"Noah mentioned you hung back late last night," Folio said after taking a sip of his beer.

"Is that all he told you?" I wondered while moving my food around with the fork.

"Just that he saw you get in after one in the morning and go to bed."

I nodded. "Yep, that's it."

He raised a quizzical brow at me. "Did something else happen?"

"Nope," I said popping the 'p' loudly.

Folio hummed then we talked for the next while. The ease and flow of our conversation made me forget all the bad in my life for the moment and for the first time in a long time, I let myself relax. I enjoyed the afternoon, smiling and laughing with everyone.

A large shadow blocked the sun from my vision and when I looked up, I saw Noah towering over me. Water dripped from his hair down to the tattoo's on his chest

"Need something?" I asked.

Without a word, Noah lifted me from the chair and tossed me over his shoulder. I fought against his grasp when he began walking towards teh pool.

"Noah, no! I don't want to get wet," I protested while thrashing against him.

A large hand came down on my ass, the smack echoing outside, and immediately I froze as a moan bit out of my lips.

"We both know you love getting wet, angel."

Those were Noah's parting words before he tossed me off of his shoulder directly into the pool.

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[thirstydemisexual]

2, 10, 23 with ghost pleasee

anon!!! I love this combo so much thanks for requesting it! I had so much fun writing this.

COMING HOME|| Simon "Ghost" Riley X reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex

no beta we die like Soap

It had been a long three months, not only Simon was deployed but their comms and connection were compromised and thus he had not being able to neither call or text you. Which very much worried you lots, but you had faith that Simon would come home to you so you tried your best to keep yourself occupied and not to think about the whole that was digging in your chest every time you thought about how long it had been since you last heard of him.

You where just getting out of the shower, towel wrapped tight around your body and hair damp when you heard rustling of keys at the front door.

You froze like a deer in headlight until you heard the familiar sound of combat boots being dropped next the entrance and recognizing the voice of your boyfriend greeting your cat, Phantom.

You rushed through the house almost slipping a couple times because of the water that was still dripping from your body.

And there he was Simon Riley, your dear boyfriend, duffle bag in hand and staring right back at you.

You literally drew yourself at him, towel falling behind you. Simon catching you by the hips keeping you steady while you straddled his torso.

"You're back!" You couldn't help but shed a few tears as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the fear of loosing him finally subsiding.

"Not that I'm unhappy with you trowing yourself at me naked but you're going to catch a cold darling" he said chuckling

But you couldn't care less if you got sick. You finally removed your head from the crook of his neck and went in to kiss him, Simon meeting you half-way.

The kiss started sweet but soon turned intense, all tongue and teeth.

"I missed you so much darling" he mumbled before starting to trail kisses down your throat, soon finding that sweet spot that always turned you a moaning mess. His hands groping your ass and bringing you closer if even possible.

"S-Simon please" you said, trowing your head back to give him more access to your neck.

"Tell me what you want" he said, voice low while he kept the attack on your throat going, leaving marks behind every harsh kiss. At your lack of response he left a harsh bite on your shoulder which made a small yelp leave your trembling lips.

"Speak, princess" he continued

"I want your dick!" you finally let out, desperate to feel him after being away for so long " ' missed you so much! I need you inside me Si"

That was all he needed to hear as he started heading for your shared bedroom, unceremoniously trowing you on the king sized bed before he began stripping. You rested on your forearms as you admired him undressing, a pool of arousal forming in your stomach seeing his chiseled figure for the first time after many months. Even tho admittedly he ALWAYS had that effect on you.

As he was done stripping he crawled the bed and positioned himself above you, hand exploring and caressing your figure, his warm brown eyes were still surrounded by smudges of the black paint he put under his mask and with the darkened gaze he gave you they looked like they were going to suck you in like a black hole does with matter.

"Missed seeing you like this princess" he said giving you a tender kiss before positioning himself at your glistening entrance

"Already so wet for me, huh?" he chuckled as he finally entered you with a deep pleasured groan. Your hands reached out and grasped as his shoulders while you jaw went slack. The stretch was just so good, the feeling of being finally being filled by your love being almost too much for you to take in.

As he started to set the pace your mind went blank as it often did in times like this. Pleasure taking over your body as you turned into a mess of moans and mentions of your boyfriend's name. It had been so long since you had been intimate that your peak was being reached way too fast.

"Simon- I'm coming" you saying breathlessly before correcting yourself under his harsh gaze "Can I come? Please Simon"

"Beg for it" he responded, thrust becoming impossibly harder and faster, which made you head spin like you were on a rollercoaster.

"Please Simon! I need it so bad" You almost screamed gasping for air "Please, please, please"

His thrusts started becoming sloppy as he also was coming close to his pending release. "Come for me love" he groaned "Now"

And you did. The knot inside you finally snapping at the same time as he reached his peak. Your cunt spasming and milky every single drop he was painting your gummy walls with.

"so perfect for me, love" finally said Simon, breathless as he pulled out and admired his essence oozing out of you before collapsing next to you and drawing you in by your waist.

And in this moments as you both rested in each others arms he finally felt at home.

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[harrysmimi]

Kids In The Kitchen

Synopsis: One where Harry walks in on his girls jamming to Taylor Swift songs whilst making cookies. Later he has a nice chat with his daughter with loads of snuggles.

More of my work

Harry never knew how big of a Swiftie his wife was up until their wedding preparations started.

She didn't had to convince him much to make a playlist of just her songs to be played at their reception. Well, to feed into her obsession he invited Taylor to their wedding and YN had lost it that day. Their wedding night was also the night they both found out they're gonna have a baby.

Yeah, he dated Ms. Swift but his missus could careless. She's in fact jealous of him, her words.

It was inevitable that their children are going to be big Swifties as well. Even her cats seem to be smitten, who are named August and Archer.

Moon, their daughter has been listening to Taylor's music since she was still in womb. Harry knew it was going to happen.

He'd just returned home from gym to find The Man playing on a blast. Little Moon was jumping and dancing with her mother, which is nice. She's fallen sick last night, high fever and cold had made her all drowsy and sleepy. She wasn't herself all day. Both of the girls were dressed in their sweats and matching Lover hoodies.

Harry still doesn't know where YN found that tiny hoodie.

"If I was a man, the I'd me the man!" Moon sang the last lines. Surprisingly hitting right notes.

Why wouldn't she, her mum is a music teacher and her dad is a singer. Music runs in her blood. But for a two year old (soon Three!), her vocabulary is very developed, so is her pronounciation.

"Mummy!" She gasped when Love Story came on jumping and clapping her tiny hands together. "We were both when I first saw you..." And he sang along.

"Jesus, you know all the words?" Harry was surprised.

"Papa!" She ran towards him and hugged his legs excited. "Mummy and I making biscuits!"

"That sounds so delicious!" Harry gasped in amusement as he picked up his princess and walked back in kitchen, he greeted his wife a kiss.

"'cause you were Romeo an' I was scarlet let'er and my daddy sai' stay away f'om Juliet..." Moon sang looking at her Mummy who joined her and they sang the entire song together she clung onto her dad.

"Yeah, daddy is going to ask them to stay away from Juliet. You're too young for a Romeo." Harry squinted his eyes.

"Silly Papa!" Moon chuckled as she cuddled his side.

"You feeling any better now princess." He placed a kiss on her cheek and checked for her temprature with the back of his hand. She was still a little warm.

"Lil." She shared.

"Alright, Papa needs to shower." He placed her back on her feet carefully, but she was quick to climb back on her little step stool to help her mum. And eat the rest of chocolate chips.

Harry glanced at YN once before, she looked very tired. Fair enough, she's had a long week at work and Moon kept both of them last night. Whilst he got to get in some sleep she couldn't because Moon wanted her last night. He was going to force her to take a nap right after he's showered.

"Mummy I do it?" She looked up at her mum wanting to pour in the melted butter.

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The chocolate chip biscuits were being put into oven Harry came back out. Moon stood afar. She's a very obedient baby, she knows the real oven is dangerous for her to use just yet. She can still play with the pretend kitchen her dad bought for her as she was throwing a tantrum at the toy store.

She absolutely loves it!

Harry's sure she's going to be a Chef when she grows up as she's always after him or her mum during meal prep. It is always a nice sensory play for her, playing with the food of different textures, eat some too, and wear most of it.

But yesterday she wanted to be a Superhero and help people out when she's grown up. So who knows!

Now even Moon looks tired and drowsy with her medications making her all sleepy. She could use a nap too.

"Baby, do you want to go take a nap?" He asked hi wife, "you look very tired."

"Oh yeah!" YN agreed. Harry was proud of her for saying that.

It has taken her a long time to adjust and take time for herself. Coming from a very conservative family (Moon being born just six months after their wedding stirred up some family drama from her side) and growing up with her mum around most of time, all she knew was it was her sols job to be there for Moon.

Harry had done everything possible to tell her he's there by her side, and she doesn't have to feel guilty about asking for help. So seeing her agree for taking a nap in a heartbeat, melted his heart.

"Moo-moo do you want to take a nap as well?" He asked.

"Ummm..." She put a thought to it, her chubby pointer finger on her chin, "No!" She announced, "I wan'o watch Miss Amewicana Papa?" She made a puppy face at him.

She knows she's not allowed screen time more than a few minutes, she's also learnt that her puppy face works on her father. He of course agreed.

"Okay, let's go lay on the sofa, yeah?" He suggested, "Mummy can rest in her room and we can have a lot of fun!"

"Yay!" She squealed. "Mummy, go sleep!"

"Okay, your highness." YN chuckled, "you sure you can be alone?"

"Of course." He assured her.

"Okay, please take out the biscuits when the alarm goes off on my phone. I'm going to leave it out." She shared.

"I will baby," he nodded. She walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

Harry and Moon got all cosy on the sofa. Her dad spooning her as she was buried under her Blankie.

Yeah, she's got a Blankie now!

They were halfway through the he documentary, he remembered to take out the cookies. Harry never in his wildest dreams ever saw watching a Music documentary of his long time Ex with his daughter. But here he was. Moon looked up at him, "Papa is that real?"

"What is real princess?" He was confused, watched her point her finger to the TV.

"That." She said, "Is she real?"

He chuckled, "of course baby." He answered.

"Mummy and I love her swongs!" She smiled, "she's very cute too. I have hair like her!"

She talked half sleepy, realising she's got blonde hair too which were slowly starting to get darker. She takes up a lot after Harry in that aspect, she's bis copy print, except few of her attributes and habits like her mummy.

Moon is perfect mixture of both of parents!

"You do, don't you?" He hummed, "you know when Papa was your age, he had same hair at yours."

"You were small?" She looked surprised.

"Yes!" He nodded, "everyone is small and they grow up. You're going to grow up too."

"I want to be like Papa when I grow up then!" She grinned, showing off her tiny teeth, "I want to be this tall." She raised her hand as far as she could to show how tall she wants to be, "just like Papa!"

"Yeah?" He was amused and smitten by the little girl, "you can be whoever you want to be. Papa will love you no matter what!"

"I love you!" She reciprocated and got back to watching her favourite documentary.

"You know Papa does that too?" He asked. She's yet to be at any of his shows.

Harry wants to keep her out of media and lime light. She can always get a private concert from her dad, he could play all her favourite Cocomelon and Taylor Swift songs at home.

It wasn't expected, but Harry has grown too protective of his little baby. When she's old enough, she can decide for herself. He'd take her everywhere she asks him to. Because no matter how hard they try to keep her away from cameras, there are those slight chances of all their efforts failing.

People hate on his wife enough already. He doesn't want that for his daughter who really did not chose to be born to a famous parent.

"Yeah! Mummy said you go an' play your music for your fwends." She nodded, "you have a lot of fwends?"

"Yeah, a lot of friends." He agreed.

"Does Taylor do that too?" Her questions kept coming.

"Mhmm!"

"Can we go?" She gasped.

"You want to go see Taylor Swift concert?" He was surprised what for he didn't know.

"Mhmm, is it somewhere we can go?" She asked, because the other day she wanted to go where Dragons from Dragon Tales live. She was left disappointed as it is not a real place.

"Yeah it is somewhere we can go, darling." He assured her, "you want to go?"

"Mhmm!"

"Papa will see what he can do then," he wasn't going to let his little princess down.

The Princess gets what princess wants!

"Can Mummy go too?"

"You know she will go with us baby." He shared. No way YN is going to be skipping a Taylor Swift concert!

"When can we go?"

"Umm... I'll let you know a month before, so you and mummy can plan your little outfits, yeah?" He suggested.

"You can dress up?"

"Of course you can." He chuckled at her amusement, "you can do whatever you want to."

Moon's questions kept coming as they talked. She got distracted many times during her favourite songs playing in the background.

She talks a lot. She's also very curious about every little thing he sees. The talking alot, she gets from her dad. Harry sometimes doesn't know how to answer her questions the way her two year old brain would understand. And he honestly doesn't know how his wife and people around him bare with him as well.

He never knew a lot of talking can be frustrating sometimes. But he isn't complaining, he loves hearing Moon talk. Her little babbles sometimes make no sense but she's adorable so she can have a pass on it.

She finally fell asleep after and hour of talking and singing along to the documentory. So did Harry.

With a thought of how he's going to take his little baby to see her favourite person perform live. He's going to have to put a lot of effort into getting the VIP tickets. Which he's willing to do.

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N O T E :

This is in honour of The Eras Tour starting. Ik I'm late. But it's a good time for us Swifties. *Cries ferociously in India*

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[akiswife1237]

Somewhere only we know

Little Satoru drabble thing I thought of in the shower LOL

AFAB READER !

tw: angst, death, reader and Satoru are in a hospital, fluff, both reader and Satoru have sickness that will be unnamed, bittersweet ending, short(?)fic

Meeting Satoru after your illness leaves you hospitalized once again.

The doctors thought it was a good idea to put you two together since you both had the same illness and it would make check-in easier—for them at least.

He annoyed you at first, honestly, with his never-ending boasting and never-ending chit chat. You felt like he could go all day just talking about himself.

Although you were annoyed, you were in fact listening to him, and as much as you wanted to block him out, he was the only entertainment in the room.

You learned that he was quite popular at his school and was the best player on his basketball team. He also loved partying and practiced martial arts on the side.

His life seemed so lively, compared to yours. You felt bad that his illness seemed to take his freedom away.

You expected him to get tired after yapping your ear off, but when he was done going on and on about himself, he began to ask about you. 

Much to your surprise.

You didn't have much going on. To be honest, your life was the exact opposite of Satoru's.

Nights where you could've been partying or getting into mischief were filled with studying or work; you felt as if enjoying yourself would only slow you down and that you'd fall behind.

You expected Satoru to actually get bored, this time; since all you really told him about was your career plans and a bunch of things that would seem uninteresting to a person like him, but he listened and responded to everything with such enthusiasm and interest.

Talking to him... wasn't so bad.

As the months went on, you and Satoru continued to form a close bond. He was just so easy to talk to, and he thought the same of you.

The nights you both couldn't sleep were spent talking about anything and everything. You eventually opened up to him about your life, and he just felt himself becoming more intrigued by you.

You were staring up at the ceiling as you talked, but as you took a quick glance to your left, you noticed Satoru was laying on his side, staring at you intently as you spoke.

The moonlight shone over him from the window, and it only made his features stand out more; his slightly messy, snow white-like hair and ocean blue eyes, to match, complimented the moon so well. He was practically moonlight itself.

You felt yourself blushing and began to stumble over your words. Had he always been that pretty? Geez.. Get a grip.

Before you could indulge in his looks any further, you quickly went back to staring back up at the ceiling as you continued your ramble.

Little did you know:

"You're very pretty, Y/N."

He had been staring too.

(You went to sleep with a red face and racing heart that night.)

The months continued to go by, and unfortunately, both of your conditions seemed to worsen.

Late-night talks were filled with heavy coughs and labored breaths. Doing simple things, such as talking, began to get harder.

On nights you didn't have the energy to speak, Satoru did the talking, and vice versa.

You noticed how when he talked, he took multiple glances at you, just to make sure you were okay, and when you smiled in confirmation, he felt huge amounts of relief wash over him every time.

You were becoming someone very important to Satoru, and he was becoming very important to you too.

The more you got to know Satoru, the more you realized how much your perspective on life had changed..

Before, you couldn't care less if your sickness had killed you. You thought you had nothing to look forward to in life anyway.

But being able to wake up, talk to, and laugh with Satoru up until the late hours of the night was something you subconsciously looked forward to every day.

Satoru, though he didn't outright vocalize it (neither of you really did), was slowly getting lost in his own thoughts as well. Thoughts of you.

He found himself imagining what life would be like if you two had met under different circumstances, if you two weren't cooped up in this damn hospital room, slowly rotting away...

He had become attached to you, undeniably so. Every day and night he spent with you made his whole stay a thousand times better. He could almost forget the past life he used to have; it practically meant nothing now that you had entered his life.

He had fallen. Hard. Hell, he fell the first time you were wheeled into the hospital room.

Your smile, your laughter, the way your features only enhanced when the sun or moon shone down on you—it was all turning him into a lovesick fool—something he had never been before.

He thought about all of the dates you two would go on, the walks you would take, the kisses you could share, being able to actually hold you...

His fantasies were soon interrupted and came crumbling down when he heard you let out a nasty cough.

His head darted in your direction, and he was saddened when he realized just how much you'd paled.

He wanted to reach out and do anything to reassure you that everything would be okay.

But you both knew there was no truth in that statement.

Satoru had convinced the nurses (more like pleaded) to move your beds just a biiiit closer together, and when you awoke, you found yourself frozen when you realized just how much closer to Satoru you were.

Satoru thought he had this situation under control, that he'd say a cool one liner when you woke up, but it wasn't his illness that made him weak this time-

It was you.

Gorgeous eyes that sleepily stared up at him with the cutest, confused expression. He could see it all so much clearer now, and it was turning his brain into mush

What could he say... What could he do?

His plan backfired onto him and he tried to play it cool by giving a smirk as he turned more towards you, the only thing keeping you apart being the stupid hospital bed bars that he wishes he could rip off.

"Y/N, if you wanted to scoot closer you could've told me~"

He teased, which earned a small giggle from you that eased all of his worries away.

It was now late at night, and you and Satoru were doing your usual talks, but as Satoru looked at you, more urges rose within him as he stared down at your hand

This is the most he could do...

You trailed off with your words when you felt a warm hand envelop yours slowly, and you were quick to look down in surprise when you saw Satoru's hand holding your own. 

As he intertwined your fingers, you slowly looked up to see him staring into your eyes with an expression you couldn't even describe...

A mix of love, grief, and peace managed to swirl in his eyes all at once as he stared at you longily, just wishing he could do more; it killed him more than the stupid sickness was.

The look he gave you was enough to know how he was feeling, and you hated that you began to look at him the same way

"Satoru.."

You whispered, trying to supress the tears welling up in your eyes as the bitter truth began to rear its head

The bitter truth is that this was absolutely the right person at the wrong time. You hated those tropes in the movies and books, but here you were, barely holding onto a man whose time is as limited as yours. 

You thought you didn't care whether you lived or died, so why is it that you whisper these words out?

"I...I'm scared... I don't... I don't wanna die yet... I... I finally found something i wanted to live for and I realized it as such a shitty time..."

You confessed, and Satoru is quick to try and lean over to wipe the tears that have spilled onto your pretty face, but it takes a lot of strength to even move to get you, and he's cursing himself, cursing this damn sickness.

"...Y/N... who says this is the end? If- If there's a paradise or a heaven or even if there's nothing but a fucking void after death. I'll find you... I promise."

Satoru says this firmly and gives your hand three squeezes as he puts on a determined look that's full of love and promise. 

It's enough to reassure you and put you at ease, so you sniffle with a smile as you try your best to giggle.

"Even if we are reborn, Satoru, my heart has only known you, so I'll find you again.."

Now Satoru is tearing up as he shakily brings your hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, wet tears fall on them but you don't care.

It's been about three days, and the both of you are in the same critical condition.

Satoru can barely turn his head to look at you anymore, and he knows his time is nearly up.

You're fairing about the same, and you use the last of your strength to weakly look over at Satoru, and if you had the strength, you'd giggle when you realize he's trying to do the same. 

As you make eye contact, you feel your life flash before your eyes, but this time, new memories filled with Satoru are added, as well as fantasies of what could have been.

No matter where you two ended up, Satoru would make sure over a thousand times again that he'd never let you go. He'd give you what he couldn't in this life, in this place.

You both share a smile that's barely there, and he gives your hand one last squeeze before everything slowly dark.

"I'll see you wherever we end up, my love."

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru

[queenshelby]

The Director (Part Four)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

After saying goodbye, Cillian made his way back to the hotel where you were staying to quickly shower and get changed and, just as he emerged from the bathroom, he noticed that he had three missed calls from his wife Danielle. 

As their relationship had been strained of late, he knew he had to call her back, but he dreaded beginning the conversation.

Nervously, he took a deep breath before pressing the green button on his phone.

"Hey," he said, as soon as his wife answered and, immediately, she asked him why he did not answer the phone when she called. 

"I was in the shower," Cillian sighed before telling her about his busy schedule on set, but Danielle appeared somewhat irritated by the lack of correspondence on his part of late.

"You could at least make an effort to communicate with me while you are away filming," she told him, her voice breaking a little. "I am so sick of me having to work around your schedule all the time," her voice rose and he could hear her sigh deeply.

"Dani, I am sorry, but with my work there needs to be flexibility and you know that," he tried to reason with her.

Since the very beginning, Cillian's career demands had resulted in schedules that changed frequently and, unfortunately, this began affecting their marriage.

Lately, there was less communication between the both of them and it felt as though they were living separate lives especially since, just two years ago, when Cillian was away filming, Danielle had cheated on him with no other than his best friend at the time. 

This indiscretion had only come to light after the dust had settled and it took a heavy toll on their ability to reconnect intimately.

Ever since then, they had both struggled to revive the zest of their earlier days together, a time when they could effortlessly laugh, banter, and share secrets until the sun came up.

Yet, somehow, it seemed like the fractures that had riddled their relationship became increasingly hard to ignore, and they grew further apart.

With both his children being older now and one of them having moved out to live abroad, he couldn't help but question whether the time they had left as a couple was being wasted and, before long, he found himself at a crossroads: should he maintain the status quo, or would he allow himself the freedom to explore new horizons available to him, even if just in his mind?

While he was contemplating these questions, his thoughts repeatedly circled back to the connection that he had formed with you on set.

He marveled at your strength and intelligence, struck by your blunt honesty and love for the art of filmmaking as the very qualities that he found so wildly attractive in you.

And of course, he felt guilty for even entertaining such thoughts about another woman; he was, after all, a married man.

"Cillian, are you there?" his wife's voice broke through the silence, pulling him back to the present.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about work. I promise to communicate more with you from now on, okay?" he said, hoping that this would alleviate some of her frustrations.

"Okay, I'll hold you to that," she replied, sounding slightly mollified. "And, by the way, you should fire this assistant of yours. She really gets on my nerves," Danielle said, sighing heavily before continuing. "Every time she takes my calls, she is sounding rather annoyed, and I still think that she's got the hots for you," she added, her voice skipping between annoyance and an unspoken jealousy.

"Oh god, here we go again," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as his wife's insecurities drifted back into the conversation. "She is not interested in me and, even if she was, I am not the unfaithful one here," he told his wife, thinking back to her affair with a man he had trusted for years. 

Sighing deeply, he added, "Look, I've got to go now," cutting the conversation short before the anger within him boiled over.

"I'll call you tomorrow," he promised, already dreading the conversation to come after his wife had time to reconsider her actions and accusations, all of which left him feeling emotionally exhausted.

With the stark reality of his crumbling marriage now believing, Cillian changed into a pair of dark jeans and a grey sweater before making his way downstairs to the hotel lobby where he was to meet Emily, Robert and Y/N.

Emily had booked a restaurant nearby, one that was small and somewhat private so that all of them could avoid unwanted attention.

"Sorry I am late," he told you and the others when, finally, he arrived at 7.30pm and Emily gave him a quick friendly hug before leading him towards the table.

"At least you made it," Emily said gently in reply, casting a knowing glance at you before Cillian sat down besides you. 

You were sitting next to Cillian, your knees practically brushing against one another while his presence and touch somehow still lingered in your soul, triggering a longing for something that you couldn't quite understand.

Fumbling with the sleeves of your shirt, you again tried to hide your scars from him as you were unbearably self-conscious about your appearance and whilst Cillian noticed your slight discomfort, he was polite enough not to say anything.

Instead, he asked you about your family, revealing tidbits of his own life in the process. You told Cillian about your two children and a soft smile played at the corners of his inviting lips as he listened attentively to you, and you watched as he tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a beat in his heart that perfectly mirrored the dynamic energy of the conversation between you both.

Cillian, in turn, told you about his daughter who was 16 and his son who was 19.  He also talked about his wife, Danielle, but there was a certain hesitance in his voice as he described their relationship.

The night went on, and you found yourselves becoming increasingly immersed in conversation, discussing not only your lives but also your passions and interests.

Cillian joked and laughed, making witty comments that would have you chuckling softly, while Emily and Robert could not help but notice your connection. 

For a moment, you could forget the stress and troubles that plagued by life, feeling alive and free in a way that you had not experienced in a long time.

For that moment, the world seemed like a perfect place, and everything about this night felt just right.

In the end though, Cillian had to call it day as his first scene tomorrow was scheduled for 5 o'clock in the morning. 

"I suppose I should hit the hay," he said to you and the others as he glanced at his watch and drained his glass.

"Oh come on, Cill! It's still early!" Emily protested with a pout, but Cillian shook his head.

"I have to be up at four," he reminded her. "And I need at least a few hours of sleep before that," he then told her honestly, hiding a yawn behind his hand which was causing you to giggle.

"I suppose I should head back too. I have to be up at 4 as well," you agreed, feeling a slight disappointment that the night was coming to an end.

Cillian hesitated for a moment before standing up, causing you to avert your eyes from gazing any further into the deep blue ocean that was his eyes.

"Should we walk back together then?" Cillian asked, his gaze holding yours for just a moment too long, and you felt a flutter in your chest.

"Sure," you finally said, smiling at everyone before standing up.

As you left the restaurant, Cillian matched your pace and chatted casually about the movie set and the previous scene they had worked on. Every now and then, you would laugh, and, in those moments, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

But you knew that wasn't true. You were acutely aware of each passerby, each car that drove past you, each potential witness to the chemistry between you and Cillian.

"I usually hate going out after work, but I had a lot of fun tonight," Cillian suddenly admitted as you reached the lobby of your hotel, interrupting the thoughts that had invaded your mind. 

"Me too," you replied truthfully, a warmth spreading in your cheeks. "It's nice to socialize now and then I guess," you added, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian smiled, his eyes brightening with excitement as he spoke. "We should definitely do this again sometime," he suggested, his tone casual but his gaze steady. You nodded, completely captivated by the actor's presence.

There was an undeniable pull between the two of you and although you were aware of the risks involved, you couldn't shake off the connection that had formed between the two of you.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Cillian said, his voice deep and husky as he looked at you with an intensity that stole your breath away.

"Goodnight, Cillian," you replied, feeling a strange mix of excitement and guilt as you turned to leave.

As you entered the safety of your hotel room, your mind was racing. You couldn't stop thinking about Cillian and the way he made you feel alive.

Despite your marriage to James, you couldn't deny the attraction between you and Cillian.

You had never felt this way before, at least not since the early days of your relationship with James.

Your mind was in turmoil as you tried to make sense of these conflicting emotions. Was it just physical attraction, or was there something deeper at play? Was it worth risking your marriage and family for this fleeting desire? You didn't have the answers to any of these questions, but one thing was clear: you couldn't ignore the feelings that had surfaced.

The following two days on set were uneventful and, unfortunately for you, your interactions with Cillian were limited as you were tasked to film scenes with Robert instead. 

Every time you passed him by, he would flash you a warm smile that would light up your insides, and sometimes, your heart would skip a beat when his eyes would meet yours for just a moment too long.

On day six, you finally found yourself on set with Cillian again, and there was an undeniable tension that hung in the air between the two of you, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore.

You spent the whole day directing him, seemingly lost in his charismatic blue eyes, while he seemed to have only eyes for you. At one point, you had to ask him to put on a prop hat for a scene, and you couldn't stop yourself from letting your fingers linger on his forehead just for a moment longer than necessary.

Cillian's eyes widened slightly at your touch, but he didn't say anything.

Just a simple smile, a brushing of hands, a linger of stares and this continued all day until, eventually, after 14 hours, you were finished filming for the day and Cillian asked you whether you would like to grab a bite to eat.

"I, uhm, yeah," you agreed hesitantly, already knowing that this was a step closer to the slippery slope that both of you had been treading on for a while.

"But maybe we could get take away or something and eat it up at the room because I am pretty tired," you admitted softly, hoping that he would understand that you weren't pushing him away but rather, you simply needed to rest.

Cillian nodded in response, understanding your sentiments perfectly.

"Yeah, that sounds good," he said, a curve at his lips as he smiled. "We could just hang out at your room and order some food from the restaurant downstairs, unless you think that's weird," Cillian trailed off, leaving the last part open-ended as if giving you an option to change your mind.

"No, no. That sounds perfect," you assured him, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

"Grand," Cillian nodded, his smile representing his relief.

"See you at your room at about 7 then?" he asked, and you nodded nervously before finishing up on set and making your way to the hotel room that you had been staying in for the past week.

As you stepped into your room, you couldn't shake off the sense of apprehension gnawing at the pit of your stomach. Your mind was in turmoil, battling between your sense of loyalty to James and the undeniable attraction you felt for Cillian.

You paced back and forth in your hotel room, trying to sort through your conflicting emotions.

The sound of incoming messages pinged on your phone, and you picked it up, hoping it would distract you from the thoughts plaguing your mind. It was a message from James and, after what he did to you the last night at home, he was the last person you wanted to hear from. 

You sighed, knowing that you couldn't ignore him forever though, so you crafted a quick response, assuring him that everything was fine.

After messaging him, you quickly made your way to the bathroom for a shower, letting the hot water wash over your skin as you tried to calm your nerves.

Then, as you stepped out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

Your hair was damp and unsettled, your bruises and scars visible, and your usually bright eyes looked tired and worried.

"Everything will be fine," you told yourself, but your reflection didn't look convinced. "It's literally just dinner and socializing. Nothing more," you whispered to yourself, trying to convince your reflection. But as you looked into your own eyes, you saw the doubt and uncertainty.

In that moment, time had gotten the better of you and, as you were still standing there in a towel, you heard a knock on the door.

For a brief moment, you stood completely still, unsure of what to do. You were feeling vulnerable, and the idea of opening the door wrapped in nothing more than a towel was a little disconcerting.

But then, as you heard the knocking again, you shook yourself out of your trance to realize that you couldn't possibly leave Cillian waiting outside. So you took a deep breath and quickly walked over to the door, giving the towel a little tug to ensure that it wasn't coming loose.

"Hang on, I am just getting changed," you told him after opening the door a little bit so that he could not see you before hurrying back to the bathroom while, at the same time, yelling out for him to come inside. 

The situation was awkward, but you handled it well and, after as little as two minutes, you came back out of the bathroom, dressed in a long sleeve shirt and tracksuit pants.

Cillian was still standing close to the door, a curious expression painted on his face, one that you couldn't quite decipher.

"Everything alright?" he then asked, watching you itch your arm where you had been burned.

His eyes gave away a hint of sympathy, but he didn't mention anything else.

You glanced at him for a moment, realizing how you had caught him looking at your arm. You wondered if he saw the pain behind your eyes, the long nights of reliving the accident.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you said, forcing a smile. "Sorry. just time had gotten the better of me," you explained, and Cillian nodded, taking a step forward to sit down on your bed before noticing a blood stain on your shirt, coming from the wound you were hiding. 

The wound had not yet healed properly due to a lack of medical care, and Cillian's eyes darkened with concern.

"Y/N, I was not going to say anything," he began to say, but you interrupted him gently.

"I know, I know," you confessed, absently rubbing your arm before catching yourself and looking away. "I accidently burned myself a few days ago," you lied, trying to pass it off as a minor mishap.

"And I am glad you work behind the camera and not in front of it," he told you jokingly to lighten the mood and you couldn't help but chuckle before he continued in a more serious tone. "Listen, it is none of my business, but I think you need to get this looked at by the medics on set," he said, a faint crease furrowing his brow.

"I can't," you stammered, your heart racing as you avoided his gaze. The thought of revealing the truth about the home situation you were in scared you. You didn't want Cillian or anyone else to pity you or, worse yet, to judge you but he quickly picked up on your cue.

"You should report him Y/N," Cillian said, his voice soft but firm. "No one should have to endure that," he added, anger flashing in his eyes as he placed a gentle hand on to yours. 

You were touched by his concern but at the same time, you didn't want to burden him with your problems. 

"You don't understand Cillian. I really can't!" you insisted, pulling your hand away from Cillian and standing up from the bed. You couldn't let him get involved in your personal life, as much as you wanted to confide in him.

"But why not?" Cillian asked, confusion etched on his face. "You don't deserve to be treated like that. No one fucking does. It's abuse," Cillian told you. 

"I know I do," you whispered, turning away from him. "But it's not that simple."

Cillian sighed before standing up as well, his towering figure casting a long shadow over you.

"Alright, I won't push it," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I am sorry," he told you with a warm smile, taking a step closer to you, close enough for his warmth to caress your skin. "I didn't mean to upset you," he added, concern evident in his voice.

"I know," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, "It's just complicated, and I don't want to talk about it right now."

Cillian furrowed his brow at your words, but he didn't push the issue, understanding that there were some things that one simply couldn't force.

Instead, he changed the subject, steering the conversation towards your shared love of cinema and the project you were working on.

As you talked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Cillian's understanding and acceptance of your situation made you feel seen, heard, and respected – a stark contrast to your own husband's behavior.

As you continued your conversation, the tension between you slowly began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of ease and familiarity.

It was as if you had known each other for years, rather than just days, and you reveled in the feeling.

Cillian's genuine interest in your thoughts and opinions was refreshing, and you found yourself opening up to him in a way that you hadn't with anyone else in a long time. You spoke about your love for storytelling and the power of film to transport and transform audiences.

Cillian listened intently, nodding along and contributing thoughtful insights of his own.

He shared his experiences working with various directors and actors, discussing their different approaches to the craft. You felt a sense of excitement building within you as you connected over your shared passion for film.

As you spoke, Cillian couldn't help but feel drawn to you. There was something about your confidence and intelligence that captivated him. Your vulnerability, too, pulled at his heartstrings, making him want to protect you from whatever was causing you pain.

But Cillian knew he had to tread carefully. He was married and had a family of his own to consider.

Besides, he wasn't the type of man to go after another man's wife, even if that woman seemed to be in need of rescuing.

"It is getting late, and we both have a big day tomorrow," Cillian finally said, glancing at his watch.

"I suppose you're right," you agreed, feeling a twinge of disappointment that your conversation was coming to an end.

As he stood up to leave however, there was an awkward silence that hung in the air between you both.

Cillian hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to say goodbye to you without crossing any boundaries.

Sensing his discomfort, you leaned in and gave him a friendly hug, feeling his warmth and strength surround you.

"Thank you," you told him, your voice soft as you stepped back, releasing him from the embrace. "For tonight, I mean and for caring and so on," you stammered nervously, and Cillian smiled, understanding the gravity of your words.

He nodded slowly, moving to open the door, before turning to you one last time. "I'm here if you need me, Y/N," he promised.

And with that, he stepped out into the hallway, leaving you behind in your room, pondering over the gravity of your words and his response.

You locked the door behind him and leaned against it, letting out a deep breath. Your thoughts were racing. You were playing back the entire evening, analyzing every little detail, not knowing what all these emotions you experienced meant.

It had been a long time since you've opened your heart and soul to someone other than your family. Cillian Murphy had this certain charm that lured you in, and you didn't want to resist it.

To be continued...

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[ilovemattsturn]

Hotel

warnings- p in v, unprotected sex (dont do that), kissing, cumming inside, HELLA PLOT, pet names (ma, baby, etc) praising and hair pulling, enemies to lovers

sub and dom!chris x fem!reader

dont like, dont read thanksˏˋ°•*⁀➷

this was on my head bec this guy guys.

No one understood the reason why there was so much hatred between the black haired girl and chris sturniolo, the sexual tension between them was thick enough to cut through like a thick wire.

they were paired up to stay at a hotel and argued all the way to the hotel they were staying at, everyone told them to shut up or they'd have to walk themselves to the hotel so they shut up and gave each other dirty looks on the way.

matt decided he wanted to play a game,

"what if we play a game? how does that sound? at least something to cheer this car up since you guys are fucking boring" matt spat

"dont start with your shit matt we're almost there" nick snapped back.

- time skip- 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 -

everyone was going to there rooms but the girl unexpectedly tripped and almost fell.

"can you get the fuck up and stop being so clumsy?" chris decided to slightly yell at the girl while she got up.

"can you shut the fuck up? just open the damn door damn" she spat obviously sick of the boys shitty attitude.

he obeyed and opened the door.

she was surprised when he didnt say anything when she told him what to do. she brushed it off but once she walked in she realized,

she had to share a bed with chris.

"mhm, it had to be this if it wasnt him" she thought to herself not wanting more arguments with chris knowing theres never an end to the story once it starts.

him on the other hand, he decides to have fun with this opportunity.

"hey ma, would you mind sharing a bed? i mean this room is for the both of us" he flirts making her feel something she 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 felt while he was around but she couldn't wrap her finger around it.

"chris.. fuck- its fine just don't be a fucking pain in the ass" she tried her best to sound mad but she knew she dreamt of this moment before but never told anyone.

"you good baby?" chris kept on with his game trying not to fumble the bag and mess it all up resulting into her not wanting him.

"dont call me that christopher" she said but in her mind she admitted she loved it.

She wondered what would she feel if he called her that while he was pounding into her? or while she was giving him head?

"it's okay ma, dont lie to me. i know you like it" after he said that he proceeded to follow her around like a lost puppy.

"chris stop following me dammit! you're being annoying." she yelled not realizing he found it attractive.

after a while she discovered it was getting really late so she decided to take a shower not knowing chris was already there considering she was on her phone the whole time he was trying to tell her he was going to shower.

she opened the door and saw a naked chris in the shower, "his eyes were closed but his skin looked smooth, his lips looked red, his neck was shockingly attractive, his fingers looked long, and his dick" before she could finish thinking he spoke

"get out or what?"

it caught her by surprise but she quickly left and closed the door.

"holy shit" she gasped out.

the girl then heard the water stop running she quickly realized he was done even though she wanted to hide her red face from the embarrassment she decided she wanted to play with him too not be aware what this could bring her to.

"hi beautiful" he said as he opened the door seeing her standing there.

"hi handsome" she flirt back as if this was a competition.

he was meant be shocked, but instead as the girl walked into the bathroom he quickly wanted to take care of the painful erection she caused.

before he knew it she was done but he wasnt, though he was unaware of her being done he kept on jerking himself off on the bed. she came out of the bathroom fully clothed, quickly catching chris jerking off. she slowly walked towards him and replaced his hand with hers.

he whimpered in response to her cold skin on his hard dick, he thrusted his hips upwards wanting more but she stopped.

"p-please why'd you stop?" he asked painfully wanting her to make him cum.

her self respect got thrown out the window once she asked "you dont want to fuck me?"

"y-yes! p-lease i do" he begged.

she thought he looked so good in this position, her having full control over him as he was submissive under her hold.

she undressed and layed down infront of chris. he spread her legs open and wasted no time pounding into her.

"HOLY FUCK CHRIS- SHIT" she yelled completely forgetting they were in a hotel.

"so tight baby, you feel s-good" he moaned as he thrusted deeper and faster

she uncontrollably moaned, but chris quickly came back to his senses and made out with her to silence her beautiful moans while he placed his chest on hers.

"chris you fill me so good" is all she could get out before she started moaning because of chris pulling her hair aggressively.

the hot warm kisses made her even wetter then she already was. his dick hitting all the right places and his tongue exploring her mouth.

his praises and moans were like music to her ears.

her moans were music to his ears.

"so good baby" "you were made for me love"

she felt amazing as chris praised the shit out of her while he relentlessly fucked her brains out.

she was close tightening her walls around chris.

"so tight baby. im close too beautiful" he told her as she was trying not to cum from how fast chris was going, you could see chris's bulge on her stomach. that's how deep he was, making her feel so good.

"go ahead gorgeous, cum with me" he said before letting his warm strings of cum inside her at the same time she let go, cumming on his dick. he pulled out once they were both done.

"i love you" chris said as he chuckled knowing every room heard that.

"i love you too" is all she could get out from how exhausted the girl was.

he quickly cleaned her and himself up then fell asleep together♡♡

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okay im done goodbye for another month gusy🫶🫶

@sillysillymatt @sturncrazy @strniohoeee @recklesssturniolo

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #chris x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo

[allthingsfangirl101]

*I'll Be There For You – Joe Keery

Wattpad Request by minty-fox-candyyki

Warnings: protected sex, rough sex, public sex, dominating, fingering, language

Due to Joe's busy work schedule, we rarely had time to be intimate. When we did have time, we didn't bother to take it slow.

As soon as Joe was done with work, he instantly came home. The second he opened the door and walked in, I jumped him. He laughed as I pressed my lips to his and roughly started moving my lips against his.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe started walking us into our apartment. We bumped into walls, tables, and furniture, knocking down lamps and pictures as we went.

"I missed you so much, baby," I moaned against his lips.

We both moaned when Joe pressed me against our bedroom door. I reached behind me and opened the door. We let out matching laughs as we almost fell. Joe smirked at me before leaning down and picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and started kissing his neck as he carried me into the room.

The second he laid us down we fell into our usual rhythm of making out and undressing. We never did it gently. Every time we were together was like a reunion. We have been together for so long that we knew exactly what the other needed to climax.

Since it's been so long since we were together, we expanded our usual foreplay. We kept going until we were basically begging each other to finish. As soon as we did, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up the next morning to someone gently kissing my forehead.

"Where are you going?" I mumbled sleepily.

"I have my interview," Joe chuckled. "I'll be back as soon as it's done. It shouldn't take too. . ."

I cut him off and grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the bed. He laughed as I smashed his lips onto mine. Joe didn't fight it as I rolled onto my back, bringing Joe with me. I felt him smile as he slipped his tongue in my mouth.

"Baby," he mumbled against my lips, "I really need to go."

"Fine," I pouted as we broke apart. I sat up on my elbow, making sure our comforter was still covering my bare chest. "But next time you leave, don't you dare only give me a kiss on the forehead."

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"I want a real kiss whenever you leave," I clarified. "None of that kiss on the forehead crap. That is for when I'm sick."

Joe chuckled as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and kept his face inches from mine.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered.

"Text me when you're done?" I asked.

"The second it's over."

* * * * *

After Joe left for his interview, I fell back asleep. When I woke up again, I showered and got ready for the day. Knowing that Joe would be home soon, I didn't go do the errands I needed to run. Instead, I stayed home and got things ready for him. The second he walked into the apartment, I ran to meet him.

Joe laughed as he easily caught me. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. Without breaking the kiss, he easily carried me into the other room. As soon as he sat down, I started grinding on him.

"Sorry," I mumbled, not breaking the kiss.

"It's okay," he replied.

"I missed you," I moaned. "So much, baby."

Joe finally broke the kiss, nothing but lust in his eyes. He didn't break eye contact as he laid us down. I gasped when he ripped my flannel open. I couldn't help but moan as Joe's eyes scanned my body. I had to bite my lip when his eyes finally returned to mine.

"I missed you too," he said under his breath.

I gasped, quickly moaning as Joe smashed his lips to mine. We skipped the foreplay altogether this time. Soon our clothes were scattered around the room and we had only a throw blanket covering us.

I arched my back as Joe pulsed into me while making out with my breast. I wanted to moan his name, but I could barely breathe as he pleasured me.

"Fuck," he moaned as he switched to my other boob. I grabbed his shoulders, bringing his chest closer to mine. We both let out matching moans as we rubbed our bare chests together.

"Damn, gorgeous," he moaned into my ear. "I missed your perfect body under mine."

"I missed your perfect body on top of mine," I barely moaned out. I gasped when he started nibbling my ear.

"Baby," I gasped. "I'm getting close."

"No," he growled. "You don't release until I tell you to."

"Anything for you, baby," I moaned. Joe pulled out of me and turned me so my chest was pressed against the back couch cushions.

"Shit, baby!" I yelled as he pushed into me. This was one of his favorite positions. He loved how he had complete control.

While he kept his hips moving, Joe reached his hand around my body. I swore under my breath when he squeezed my boob. He didn't stop there. He slid his hand down my body, squeezing randomly as he went.

"Oh, Joe," I gasped as he pushed his finger into me.

"That's it, baby girl," he growled into my ear. "Fuck, I missed your gorgeous, perfect, wet body."

"And I missed. . ." I cut myself off with a moan when he pushed his finger in deeper. "Everything," I gasped.

"Fuck yeah, you did," he chuckled darkly.

It didn't take long for us to give in. Once we did, neither one of us moved. We laid like that for almost thirty minutes before Joe moved us so we were still back to front but now facing the TV.

Joe turned on the show we've been binging and we stayed in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry," I sighed.

"For what, gorgeous?" He asked.

I rolled over and looked up at him. "I know I've been kind of clingy," I started.

"I like it when you're clingy," Joe gently interrupted me. "It shows me that I'm important to you."

"You are," I said quickly. "You're the most important person in my life, Joe."

"You're the most important person in my life," he repeated to me. "I want everyone to know that I found the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

"The rest of your life?" I teased. "You sure you want me for that long?"

Joe leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss with a soft smile on his face.

"I would scream it from the rooftops," he whispered, "if I could."

"Nothing's stopping you," I said a little nervous.

"Nothing?" He asked. "You'd be okay with me talking about you and me in interviews? Y/N, are you sure?"

"It would make you happy, right?"

"More than you know," he whispered.

"Then let's do it."

I gasped, turning into a giggle as Joe got up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Joe?" I giggled. "Where are we going?"

"I am taking you to our bedroom so I can show you how amazing you are."

After Joe showed me how amazing I was, we ordered dinner and talked about how he planned to tell people about us. He had a few interviews coming up but the big thing was his Fargo premiere. FX was throwing a big premiere to celebrate the newest season. There was going to be a red carpet and a party before they showed the first episode which will be followed by another party.

I was currently going through my closet, trying on all of the fancy dresses I owned, hoping to find one that would work for the premiere.

"None of these work," I mumbled as I tore off another dress.

"It's going to be okay," Joe said from the bedroom. "We will find something you feel gorgeous in."

"I just. . . Nothing is looking good," I stuttered, trying to push down the frustrated tears. "And I need to look good."

"Baby," Joe sighed as he stood up and walked into the closet. He briefly got distracted by my almost nude body.

"Are you sure you want me there?" I cut him off.

"What?" Joe asked, refocusing. "Of course, I want you there with me, baby. I wouldn't want anyone else on that red carpet with me."

I walked past him into the bedroom and started pacing back and forth. "I'm not sure about this, Joe. I don't know. What if people don't like me? What if your fans hate me? What if I say the wrong thing? What kind of dress should I wear? I'm not even sure I have a dress fancy enough."

"I have an idea," Joe said as he walked over and stopped me from pacing. "How about, tomorrow, we go to lunch? After lunch, I'll take you dress shopping. We'll find a dress that you look drop-dead gorgeous in. A dress so sexy I won't be able to stop from tearing it off of you. I promise, baby, we will find you a dress that makes me look like the arm candy, not you."

* * * * *

Like Joe said, we went to the mall during his lunch break. After eating, we went to different stores. So far, I've tried on over 10 ball gowns and 12 cocktail dresses.

"This is hopeless," I sighed as I stared at all the dresses in my dressing room.

"Come on, baby," Joe said gently from the waiting area. "Try on a couple more for me."

"Fine," I grumbled as I slipped out of the dress I was wearing. I looked at the dresses I hadn't touched and debated which one to try on. My eyes stopped on one that was my favorite color. It was a deep, dark blue with ombre sparkles- light on top and heavier on the bottom.

When I put it on, my stomach flipped. Not only did it make my chest look amazing and my waist look tiny, but there was a slit up the right leg that made my legs look incredibly long. I smoothed it out before opening the dressing room door. The second I did, Joe's eyes fell on me. His jaw dropped as he slowly stood up.

"Holy shit," he whispered as I stepped in front of the mirror. "Baby, you look. . . I mean. . . You are. . . Fuck."

"You really like it?" I couldn't help but ask as I looked down and smoothed it out. I bit my bottom lip when I felt Joe step up behind me. I looked up as he put his hands on my hips.

"Baby," he whispered, giving me chills. "You look so fucking gorgeous."

I gasped when Joe leaned down and started kissing my neck as his hands roamed my stomach.

"Joe," I moaned.

"The way you look in that dress," he moaned against my neck, "makes me want to take you. Right here. Right now."

I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming Joe's name as he pressed his hand against my stomach, slowly sliding it down.

"Holy shit, baby girl," he growled. "Please let me take you."

"There are people here, baby."

Joe grunted in frustration as he let go of me and grabbed my hand. I smirked as Joe led me back into my dressing room. The second the door was closed, Joe pushed me up against the mirror and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe leaned down and took off his pants. I smirked against his lips as I heard his belt hit the ground. He grabbed my right thigh, pulling it through the slit in the dress. He used his other hand to push the skirt further up so the start of the slit was now at my stomach, revealing everything underneath. And more importantly, revealed what wasn't underneath.

Joe grunted as he pushed me further against the mirror as he roughly pushed into me. I bit his tongue as he pulsed in and out of me. We let out soft grunts and moans as we pleasured each other. He broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck.

We froze when we heard two women coming into the dressing room. Joe looked at me, not pulling out of me. We had matching smirks as the women kept talking as they walked into two dressing rooms.

"Fuck, this is hot," Joe leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"We should. . . Can we. . ." I stuttered as he sucked on my earlob and pushed deeper into me. "Fuck, Joe. Take me home."

Joe leaned back, slowly pulling out of me but kept us pressed to the mirror.

"As long as you buy that dress." He looked down and growled as he saw my body. "Holy shit, baby girl. You have to buy that dress. I'll buy it for you."

"We probably should considering the fact that you fucked me in it," I smirked. Joe pressed his lips roughly to mine before stepping back and pulling his pants up.

He sat on the bench and signaled for me to get dressed. I remained facing him as I changed. When the coast was clear, we snuck out of the dressing room. We walked to the cashier and bought the dress with Joe holding my hand the entire time.

When we got home, I instantly went to our closet and hung up the dress. I turned around to see Joe watching me.

"Are you sure the dress looks good?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.

Joe walked over and grabbed my hands, unwrapping them. He wrapped them around his neck before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It looks so good on you, babe," he whispered. His eyes softened when he saw the doubt in my eyes. "I mean it, Y/N. The rest of the cast is going to be so jealous that I get to go home to you every day."

"What if I embarrass you?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Nothing you could do would ever embarrass me," he said firmly. "I will be right by your side the whole time. If you get too overwhelmed tell me and we'll go someplace quiet."

"Really?"

"Really," he said, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'll always be there for you, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too, Joe."

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery smut #smut #spicy

[thatfuckinjester]

more hybrid baby phantom because idk, i just feel like writing fluffy shit today. also i wanna write more with delta and alpha soooo

Fairytale

phantom likes noise, it was obvious since he was about two weeks old, his ears twitching any time he heard even a creek, he liked when his dads sang, he liked when omega was speaking, it never failed lulling him to sleep.

and that's why alpha was going to lose it.

he knew it's not the baby's fault, he's only two months old, but fuck is it annoying that the first time that he's left as a babysitter that noise doesn't calm phantom down.

he turned on korn, everyone likes korn and he didn't even dialed the volume all the way up!!

he's got the baby pressed to his chest, his necklaces under the soft fabric of his shirt, trying to copy the way omega usually holds phantom.

"you look like you're about to cry." a voice said behind him, and alpha would have growled if he didn't think it would make phantom cry even more, instead he said through closed teeth, "shut up delta."

the other ghoul held his hands up, before flipping his hair to the other side of his face, "maybe try to play something... bit calmer? more baby friendly."

"korn is baby friendly." alpha bared his teeth at the other ghoul who just smiled at him, he knew that the fire ghoul wasn't mad, he just doesn't like when people try to help him.

"okay then." and then he waited, not too long, delta knows alpha well enough now, and soon enough alpha let out a sigh.

"he ate about twenty minutes ago, i changed him, his dads gave him a shower... i don't understand what i'm doing wrong."

"nothing firefly, you're doing amazing, i think he just wants to hear you talk for a bit, look at how he relaxes when he hears you speak." delta nodded towards alpha's chest and he looked down, phantom was yawning, looking up at him with a pout right after and alpha couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"yeah, maybe."

"so? want me to call the dads or you gonna tell the tiny dude stories?"

"let them rest, i'm his uncle i can take care of him."

"that's the spirit!!"

and it just rolled from there on, alpha was telling phantom about his day, the kit looked at him with stars in his eyes, until he ran out of things to tell.

"shit, i don't know what-"

"it's okay," delta said, grinning at alpha, "there's fairytales, no?"

"i don't remember them" alpha breathed out but then delta started talking.

"once upon a time, there was a girl called red riding hood, she was only a child but her mother still send her through a forest to her sick grandma's house, which we will never do to you i'm not even sure if you have grandparents-"

alpha snorted at delta who gave him a smile back, before continuing his story,

"she gave red a basket full of baked goods and probably alcohol too-"

"не говори ребенку о пиве, идиот"

"alles gut ich glaube er versteht uns noch nicht, außerdem ist es für die oma!!"

until delta got to the end of their story, phantom was already sound asleep

#jester rumbling #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #alpha #alpha ghoul #delta #delta ghoul #hybrid baby phantom #this is based on me telling my baby brother stories and my dad being like “wtf”