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[undiscovered-horizon]

In Emerald Hearts, Emerald Minds - Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

[mentions of unwanted advances + suggested groping + suggestive/sexual (consensual) themes]

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SUMMARY: When Vasily asks you to forget his half-brother and marry him instead, you escape the Little Palace along Alina. Nikolai realizes something strange is going on when Kaz mentions seeing a similar emerald ring on the woman that came with the Sun Summoner. With how much you and Nikolai have been running in circles to find each other, the reunion aboard Volkvolny feels almost fated.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 4.6k

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It feels like the Winter Fete has been going on forever. The champagne keeps on being poured, the guests keep on dancing and the circus acts just keep on performing as though tomorrow is a mere mirage, a concept of a certain time period that never actually comes. Inside those walls of gold and marble, the misery devouring all of Ravka seems like nothing beyond a mad nightmare - something so removed from reality, it’s hilarious in its ridiculousness. Everyone is so carefree and happy you almost take their joy as your own.

Almost.

The orchestra begins playing Waltz of the Flowers and you feel your throat tighten. Despite doing your best not to, your mind relives that fateful night when everything changed. For the longest time, you’d been claiming that the change was for the better but now, standing alone for another year in a row and watching the dashing aristocrats spin to the music, you’re not so sure anymore.

“You really need to stop doing this,” Nikolai says firmly. Although his tone is decisive and clearly unwilling to accept defiance, a pronounced hint of amusement lives between his words - a thread of light-heartedness, one might say.

Your eyebrows gently furrow. “Doing what?”

“Smiling at me like that. Any longer and I might ask you to marry me.”

It feels like you’re about to burst at the seams. Trying to contain your emotions, and failing at it quite horribly, you bite your lower lip. “I might say yes.”

“Where have you gone, Kolya?” you whisper under your breath. The gloss of vacancy covering your eyes blurs the dancing bodies into one mass of faceless strangers. But it also makes you not notice someone approaching you.

“I find it quite admirable.”

Vasily’s voice startles you. To your now-gone relief, you didn’t have the displeasure of running into him all evening - until now. If you were to list all of the things about the older Lantsov son that makes your skin crawl, you’d be done by the time another Winter Fete is organized. The top of the list, however, deserves to be mentioned as it’s an inseparable part of your every interaction with the prince: he’s quite adamant and crude in his desire to be more than just a future brother-in-law to you.

“Excuse me?” you stutter out.

That patronizing look on his face is now accompanied by a cocky half-grin as he realizes he caught you off-guard. “Your devotion to my brother. For all we know, he might be already dead, Saints’ protect him.”

“Don’t even say that!” you hiss at him. Right after, you look around to check whether one of the guests has noticed your unpleasant exchange.

Despite what you’ve just said, you know he’s right. There’s no way you can be sure that your Kolya is either dead or alive. Perhaps this is the detail further ripping your heart apart - you don’t know anything about his fate; you’re mourning, although you’re yet to see the coffin. You haven’t for a few years now and each passing month of silence only made court gossip more cruel and bold.

“All I’m saying, dearest,” Vasily begins quietly as his hand drags along your arm, “is that the moment the news of Nikolai’s death reaches the Grand Palace, you’ll be thrown out. On the other hand, I can make you the Queen of Ravka. And unlike my brother, I won’t disappear off the face of the Earth and forget about his beloved lady.”

The word of endearment is dripping with sarcasm as it leaves his chapped lips. His breath reeks of alcohol and you unknowingly turn your head away. Vasily seems to think you’re about to leave his side, so his hand tightly grips your arm. The hold is almost bruising. He yanks you even closer towards himself.

“Kolya hasn’t forgotten about me,” you say in a shaky voice. Maybe he’s not as foolish as he appears and Vasily is genuinely trying to break you down.

The prince studies your face for a moment, definitely noticing how shaken you are. His eyes have the strangest glint to them - something between desire and contempt. “Is that so?” he barely stifles a grim laugh. “He would have written you a letter if that were true, no?”

Tears sting your eyes. Vasily is certainly smarter, or at least more cruel, than he lets on. He knows exactly what to say to get into your head. It’s a startling difference between him and Nikolai - only one of them does what he can to keep a smile on your face. Well, did.

His dirty, rough hand grabs your chin. Vasily forces you to look at him, his smile wavers upon noticing your desperation. “Consider your options, зайка,” he purrs out. The prince’s other hand trails your face. “The choice is yours.”

A tear falls down your cheek. You feel it rolling across your skin and you silently hope the guests surrounding you are watching this scene. Then, you lean in even closer to Vasily’s face. The whisper leaves your lips like a viper’s venomous hiss: "I will marry you the day you lay his dead body at my feet."

To your surprise, Vasily drops his hands and takes a step back. Despite the self-assured smile on his face, you can see the fury inside his eyes. “As you wish.” He bows curtly, turns on his heel and marches away, undoubtedly looking for another glass of alcohol and a lady naive enough to warm his bed.

The palace suddenly feels stuffy and overcrowded; the music is too loud, the plethora of smells make your head spin.

Outside. You need to get outside.

Bumping into several guests and mumbling half-coherent apologies, you run through the halls of the Little Palace. When the cold, night air hits your flushed cheeks, only then do you stop. Taking in a deep breath, you can actually feel your thoughts becoming clearer. 

With each gust of freezing wind, all the anger and sadness is leaving your shaking body. Vasily just wanted to get a rise out of you and, as much as you don’t want to admit it, he succeeded. Unlike he claims, Nikolai surely is alive. Maybe bruised or sick or not sleeping well but as long as there’s no news about him being dead, he is as alive as one can be. The same starry sky hangs above your and his heads. Perhaps, in this small moment of longing, he’s thinking about you too. Wherever he is.

A tired sigh leaves your lips. You’re about to turn around and go back inside when a silhouette moving in the night catches your attention. The shape is swift although careful like a lizard approaching a fly. You see them looking around before running for another few meters only to hide behind a bush or piece of architecture.

Curious and a little scared, you follow the stranger towards one of the carriages. Quietly, you get close enough to grab their wrist. The shape lets out a gasp and turns around to look at you.

“Alina?!” you whisper. What in Saints’ mercy is she doing? You look at her warm, casual clothes and the bag on her back. “Are you running away?”

“I need to leave,” she answers equally quietly. Her voice as well as her stare is filled with certainty - she’s convinced beyond reasonable doubt this is the right thing to do. “Please, don’t try to stop me.”

You let go of her hand. “Stop you?” A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “I’m coming with you.”

“What?” she deadpans. Alina is staring at you with a vacant stare and her mouth slightly agape. Apparently exchanging royal comforts for hay and stolen apples is unthinkable.

“If I have to spend one more day around Vasily, I will murder someone.”

Alina slowly nods her head - she can definitely understand the sentiment. A dimwitted Fjerdan would have more charm than the older prince. But then she squints her eyes, looking at you with a sense of scepticism.

“Out there, there won’t be warm beds and three-course dinners, you know?”

“I know,” you answer with a careless shrug. Loitering and wandering isn’t for ladies of your sort, it’s like throwing a finless fish into a tank with sharks. Despite that, you’re quite convinced the means justify the end, at least in this scenario. “But out there is my Kolya. And I’m done politely waiting for him.”

A shadow of sadness covers her face. If there’s anyone who can understand your plight, it’s her. In fact, she is luckier than you - she saw her lover maybe an hour ago. Pleasant or unpleasant, the meeting confirmed to her that Mal is at least alive. It’s not a privilege you could afford.

“Then let’s go,” she says to you before opening the chest in the back of the carriage. Forgetting all of your etiquette and social standing, you climb into the compartment with her. Towards adventure or death, you’re going somewhere.

“The ring gave you away,” Kaz announces. “It’s too expensive for a bodyguard.”

Jesper knits his eyebrows together, suddenly remembering something. He leans towards Kaz but speaks a little too loudly for the question to be inconspicuous: “Didn’t that girl wear the same-”

When Kaz’s cold glare meets Jesper’s squinted eyes, the dark-skinned man immediately closes his mouth halfway through the question. Both of them sit back as they were but the cat is already out of the bag. Well, not entirely - half of it is peeking out of the metaphorical sack.

Nikolai looks between them with unmissable suspicion. Although he’s heard enough to be aware of the possibility that the Sun Summoner isn’t travelling by herself, this is the first time either of the Crows admits it.

His heart begins to beat slightly quicker: Alina run away from the Little Palace along with another woman and that lady was wearing a royal jewel at the time. As long as Vasily didn’t lose his signet on one of his distasteful escapades, the course of events points to only one person - you. Shoving his restless excitement into the deepest chasms of his heart, Nikolai manages to remain his composure:

“Who was wearing that ring?” The prince-turned-privateer unknowingly fiddles with the heavy jewellery on his finger. Noticing the Crows’ reluctance, he makes them an offer: “If you tell me who you saw wearing an emerald ring, I might, say, give you ten minutes to escape.” Nikolai vaguely gestures to the closed window on his right-hand side.

Kaz knows there’s no point in lying any longer. The man in front of him is not only well-informed but also smarter than he looks, making the Crow wonder whether he also knows the answer to this question but prefers to play some kind of a game. In any event, he’s done his part of the deal and his ex-accomplices are left to their own devices. Additionally, he could really use those ten minutes. “A young woman that accompanied Alina Starkov. High-born, confident, decisive. Not a Grisha as far as I know.”

“Not a Lantsov, obviously,” Jesper chips in.

Brekker’s keen eyes catch the barely noticeable change in Sturmhond’s expression - the corner of his mouth merely stuttered up and down but it is enough to tell Kaz as much as he needs:

“You know her.”

Know her? If Nikolai had a weaker grip on his emotions at the moment, he’d laugh until his stomach and diaphragm hurt and then he’ll burst with laughter once more, unspeakably joyous that he might get to see her sooner than he thought. Yes, he does know her but in the way heart knows blood and lungs know air. She’s the ligament that keeps his bones together, the fibres that construct his muscles, the very blood that runs in his veins. Does the Moon simply know the stars? Do trees know their roots and branches?

But for now, he needs to stay focused. 

“Not really,” Sturmhond answers while scrunching his nose. “Many aristocrats wear a ring like that. While I may know of a lot of them, I hardly know anything about them.”

Kaz fights back a mocking half-grin begging to twist his thin lips. “I’d argue that an emerald in Ravka is a rather rare gem.”

“Hers is probably genuine. Mine’s stolen.”

Silence falls between the three men. Nikolai and Kaz are staring each other down, battling in some kind of war of wits and nerves, waiting for the other to give in. Jesper is stealing glances at both of them, feeling the cold tension rise in the air.

Against his deep-seated desire, Kaz doesn’t inquire further about the emeralds or the strange coincidence that the two enigmatic characters wearing them might know each other. He sits back in the chair, his shoulders visibly drop. As much as he’d love to dig deeper, he’d much rather get out of here and reclaim his freedom that is now endangered.

“Well, gentlemen,” Nikolai begins in an upbeat tone, “your ten minutes start now.”

Without saying anything else, he leaves the room. Only then, when the dark, wooden door close behind him, does he let suppressed emotions wash over him. A quiet chuckle brushes past his lips and for a moment even tears sting his eyes. Delight, worry, relief - conflicting sensations merge into one, completely overpowering flame burning inside his chest.

Maybe he doesn’t have the Sun Summoner and he still needs to come up with a plan to catch her but Nikolai hasn’t been this happy for a while now: his солиышко is alright, still making the world brighter and warmer. If he can get to Alina Starkov, he might see her again, although he begins to wonder whether she wishes to see him after all those years of silence and ignorance. But if he can see her, just witness the marvel of her entire being even for one last second, he’ll be cured of the longing and loneliness that has been gnawing at him ever since he left Os Alta.

You’re following the Shu man to what you assume is his captain’s cuddy. The ship creeks and groans under the weight of the crew as well as the power of the waves. The bussing crewmen spare the three of you a glance, only to show disinterest and go back to their duties. It’s a nice change compared to the kerchen ship you travelled on to Novyi Zem, where the captain asked Alina and you to stay under the deck because of the sailors’ superstition. After getting off the ship, it took you a good week to wash out the reek of cured cod from your clothes and hair. Sometimes you still felt like you can smell it in the air, even in the dusty wind sweeping through Novyi Zem.

Your ‘guide’ pushes the door and they swing open with a creak, the list of the ship aiding the motion. Except for the squeaky hinges, probably rusting faster than anyone can manage, Volkvolny is in good shape. In fact, it looks brand new - no mould or woodworms.

“Captain, request for charter,” the stocky stranger announces with a hint of amusement or excitement in his voice. Despite his imposing visage, the Shu man has made a good impression on you but the long sword on his back kept you vigilant against getting too comfortable in his company.

Only when he moves to the side, presenting the three of you to his captain, do you see the face of the infamous Sturmhond.

You want to laugh. In fact, you have to clench your fists to stop yourself from bursting out with laughter. This situation feels like the strangest coincidence that you can think of, which in turn makes you suspect that it’s not a coincidence at all. Because what are the odds?

Nikolai’s face momentarily brightens up when he recognizes you, a new glint lights up his eyes. He looks different than you remember but in all the right ways: his shoulders look broader and his hair is longer, curling in a way that makes him appear more infantile. You remembered him as a handsome man but the Nikolai in front of you is beautiful enough to be considered unreal.

He's staring into you like a deer caught in headlights until Tolya hands him Alina’s unusual means of payment. As Nikolai is turning the piece of jewellery in his fingers, you notice another change: his hands look rougher, definitely scarred from all the adventures you hope you’re yet to hear about.

The blond prince turns his attention back to Alina, Mal and you. “A gold hairpin can get you anywhere. But an emerald ring?” He gestures to you. “It can get you everywhere.”

“It’s not for sale,” you answer, although you know he’s not trying to buy it. After all, he’s the one that gave it to you.

“I don’t want it.” Nikolai shakes his head. Then, a flirty smile appears on his face. “Looks better on you anyway, doll.”

You’re about to respond to his remark when his attention is once again placed on Alina. “Now, Tolya says you’re looking for a charter. Where are we sailing?”

Alina begins the story with ‘the creation of the world’ as your mother used to say: the Little Palace, Darkling, Morozova’s amplifiers and the Fold. Nikolai nods along, never giving away that he’s privy to most of the story. He doesn’t believe in the Sea Whip at first but that’s hardly his fault - not too long ago people wouldn’t believe in the existence of the Sun Summoner and now she’s standing beside you, nervously rubbing her hand. As you have expected from the moment you saw that Nikolai is Sturmhond, he agrees to the insanity of taking up the quest to catch the amplifier.

“Tolya will show you around.” He sends you off. You’re about to follow your friends out of the cuddy when he adds: “You, emerald lady, I’d like to talk to in private.”

Alina gives you a concerned look (‘blink twice if you need help’)  but you only smile and nod at her in response. With Mal tugging at her arm, she reluctantly leaves you and Sturmhond alone.

The moment the door closes behind Tolya and your friends, Nikolai runs around his desk towards you, engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug. His hand threads through your hair, pushing your head further into the crook of his neck. Even if you tried, there’s no way you can pull away or even move. Taking a deep breath, you smell the familiar fragrance of his cologne but now it’s mixed with the scent of resin, saltwater and seaweed.

Then he pulls away, looking you up and down with burning worry. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? What are you doing here?”

You swear he could be bleeding out on the floor and still he’d be apologizing for staining your clothes. It’s heartwarming that despite the years and evident change in his appearance, Kolya is still Kolya.

A wide smile enters your face. “Looking for a frisky sailor to take me on a voyage filled with indecency, obviously.”

“Well, here he is.” Nikolai points to himself and winks at you. “And he’d really like to know why you’re in Novyi Zem with the Sun Summoner and whats-his-face and not in the Grand Palace in Os Alta.”

You let out a heavy sigh and shake your head gently. “I grew tired, Kolya.” His eyebrows slant upon hearing the exhaustion in your voice. Despite the sheer happiness he feels when you say his name, the concern gnawing at his heart seems to be more powerful. “Years have gone by without you giving me even the tiniest sign that you’re alive and well. And your brother, Saint’s have mercy on him because I won’t, has been adamant about marrying me ever since you left. I told him I will accept his proposal the day he lays your dead body before me.” You make pause, noticing a strange shadow hanging over Nikolai’s face. But he’s not saying anything for a moment, so you finish what you wanted to say: “I had to get away from it all. There’s only so much uncertainty and intruding fingers a lady can take.”

“By the Saints,” he breathes out, “did Vasily lay a hand on you?”

You feel his grip around you tighten but it’s not painful, rather securing. “If you’re asking whether he hit me or forced himself on me, then no, he did not. He did, however, make it abundantly clear what he wants from me. On multiple occasions.”

Nikolai’s face twists in a scowl. The glint that lit up his eyes when he saw you is now gone, exchanged for something dark and unstable. “I’m so sorry, if I knew-”

“I know, love,” you interrupt him. He doesn’t need to announce the ends he’d go to in order to ensure you’re safe and comfortable. Nikolai has never said or done so but you’re fairly convinced he wouldn’t shy away from fistfighting Vasily if he said something less-than-savoury to you. “But neither of us could have known.”

“I promised you’d be safe in Os Alta.”

“And I promised to stay put.” You can’t keep laughter in any longer. You’re not quite sure whether your chuckle is born out of happiness or disbelief. “Now look at us.”

Suddenly, he knits his eyebrows close. At first, you think he’s confused but then the slight rise of his cheeks suggests something closer to contempt or disgust. "Would you actually marry Vasily if he gave you my dead body?"

You can only give him an indifferent shrug. "Maybe?” you ponder aloud. “If you were dead, I would lose all care about what happens to me or with me. In a way, I’d be dead too."

Nikolai takes one of your hands and kisses its fingers. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his warm lips against your skin. “I could never rest in peace knowing how he’s treating you.”

“Having you haunt me would be incomparably better than you just being gone. Everything is better than silence.”

His shoulders slouch. Nikolai looks away from you for a moment, admiring the floor in his cuddy but even this can’t hide his guilt and shame. “I couldn’t have just popped in for a visit. Not anywhere in Ravka.”

"You couldn't even have written me a letter?"

"Someone at the palace would recognize my handwriting. I couldn't risk it."

"Then you could have dictated the letter to one of your crew."

That self-assured, flirty smirk appears again on his face. "And scandalize my crewmen with the things I want to tell you?”

As much as you’ve dearly missed his insufferable humour, at the moment it’s making your skin crawl. “This is a serious conversation, Nikolai,” you state firmly.

“I am serious, солиышко.” The pet name rolls off his tongue with both weight and lightness as though it belongs exclusively to you and no one else can ever claim it as their own. He kisses your hand again but keeps it against his lips for a while longer. Then, he places your fingers on his chest and you can feel the soft thrumming of his heart. “Do you think I never thought about writing to you? That I didn’t stay up at night thinking about what I will tell you when we meet again? Countless letters I have begun only to tear them apart and throw them into the sea or burn them. If some people found out we know each other, you’d be in much greater danger than Darkling following your steps. I’d rather deal with the heartbreak of staying away from you than know I put you in danger because I can’t live without you.”

It brings you a grim sense of comfort that he’s been equally torn as you were over the lack of contact. You never thought about it before but Nikolai must have been worried sick, not knowing whether you’re alright and happy. Has he imagined your plight and misery as often as you did his?

“What did you write in those letters?” you ask in a shaky voice.

“I wrote about how much I miss you, how it physically hurts to consider that you might think I have abandoned you. When I was hungry, cold, tired or sick, only the memories of you made me push on. On nights when I couldn’t sleep, I’d stare at the sky above me and wonder whether you’re looking at the same stars. I wrote that wherever I go, I see your face. You are in every sunrise and sunset, every flower I see and every fire that warms me.” Nikolai lets go of your fingers, placing both of his hands on either side of your face. The softness in his eyes makes you swoon. “I only wrote the truth,” he says slowly, making sure you understand the weight of his words.

Swallowing back tears, you lean into his warm touch. “My beloved, my heart yearns for you?” you jest in a dramatic voice.

A playful smile creeps back unto his lips. “If only my heart.”

“Gross.”

“You wanted a frisky sailor.”

"You’re a pirate, not a sailor.”

"I’m a privateer,” he drones out the word as though it makes a world of a difference.

"Pirate sounds sexier."

Nikolai gives you a fake frown. “Oh, I definitely am a pirate."

Without thinking twice, he’s kissing you. The sensation is just as comforting as you remember. His soft lips are doting on you, growing needier with each peck as though this is some feverish attempt at making up the lost time. 

He pulls away to catch his breath and although you’re panting yourself, you unknowingly chase after him, unwilling to dismiss this carnal desire just yet. Nikolai seems to notice your eagerness - he flashes you a cocky grin and shortly pecks your lips again.

“You crossed Ravka, the Fold and the sea just to find me?” he whispers. His eyes are stuck to your wet, swollen mouth.

“And I’d do it a hundred more times if I had to.”

You exchange a few more hungry kisses, pecking and nipping at each other’s lips, before Nikolai continues the conversation:

“I want to say that I’m flattered but I’d rather not encourage you to do something this stupid and dangerous ever again.”

“Hate to break it to you but you took all the stupid with you.”

He rests his forehead against yours; hot, laboured breaths brush against your flushed cheeks. “I’d like to clarify that I’m not stupid, I just can’t seem to think about anything other than you.”

Nikolai wraps his arms around your waist. In a swift motion, he turns you around and pushes you against the edge of his desk. His strength surprises you when Nikolai effortlessly lifts you and places you atop the table, pushing off maps and navigation essentials. Firm, warm hands are restlessly wandering across your body, unsure where to lay or what to grab.

You gasp quietly when his fingers sneak underneath your shirt. “Is this the indecent part of the voyage, my frisky sailor?”

“By the Saints, I hope so,” he whispers against your lips. Then, he furrows his eyebrows questioningly. “Is that offensive to say around a living Saint?”

“I don’t think Alina heard you.”

His nimble fingers are quickly undoing the buttons on your clothes. “Well, she will hear you in a moment.”

“Gross,” you say with laughter in your voice but the word gets muffled as Nikolai gets back to kissing you again.

Even if the crew did hear you that day, no one dared say a word.

зайка [zay-ka] - bunny (feminine; term of endearment)

солиышко [sol-nee-shko] - little sun (unisex; term of endearment)

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A Kiss to End All Doubt | Albert Moriarty

Summary: When you agreed to tag along with the Moriarty brothers to a grand ball, the last thing you expected was to receive a noble's offer of marriage. Thankfully, Albert plays the part of your lover well, perhaps a little too well for his affectionate words to be fake...

Content: SFW. Fem!Reader. 3,723 words. Pining. Soooo much romantic tension. Albert is a flirt and no one is surprised.

Notes: I have been writing this fic for what feels like forever BUT IT'S FINALLY FINISHED :3 I'm so excited to finally give this to you. I hope you enjoy it 💖 I may also add an epilogue if there's an interest for one...🤭

Did Albert Moriarty, one of the many faces of the Lord of Crime, truly not have the slightest idea of the effect he had on you?

It was silly to even fathom that a man of his stature could be so oblivious, but you couldn’t help but start to wonder once he started giving your flushed cheeks and wide eyes a quizzical look.

That, or he was playing coy with you, which wouldn’t be all that surprising coming from him. He’d long since mastered the art of making noble ladies go weak in the knees.

But that was a skill he’d acquired out of pure necessity. If he had things his way, he’d refuse to give the stuck up women of the nobility the time of day. Unfortunately, he had a role to play in all of his brother’s plans, and so he continued flirting with the noble ladies just long enough to leave them wanting more.

You, on the other hand, were no noble. In fact, you had no good fortune, distinguished education, or marriageable prospects to speak of. Truly, you were nothing but a mere face hidden amongst the shadows, which was perfect for an assistant to the Lord of Crime.

You’d begun to empathize with Albert’s disdain for these royal functions, mainly the lavish balls he and his brothers had little choice but to attend. It was important for them to keep up appearances as a well-rounded noble family who knew how to mingle with the upper-class, whether they enjoyed doing so or not. While they seemed to have gotten used to it for the most part, it proved to be quite the difficult adjustment for you. Thankfully, Albert had patiently taught you the ins and outs of noble life, giving you lessons on small talk and etiquette whenever time permitted.

However, he hadn’t yet taught you how to handle a nobleman’s advances.

“You must be Lady [Name],” the man greeted, holding out his hand for you to take. You briefly glanced towards Albert, taking his nod as a sign to follow through with the gesture. A kiss was placed onto your hand before the man let go, stepping back to better admire the exquisite sights around him. “It’s quite a splendid ball, isn’t it? There’s so many well-mannered and intelligent guests in our midst, such as you, young Lord Albert.”

“Lord Darnley, you are far too kind,” Albert said, placing a hand over his heart and bowing. “I ought to be extending the compliments to you. Your presence here is most welcome, as well as that of your entourage. Would the girl you brought with you happen to be your little sister, Lady Georgina?”

“Ah, I see you’ve made sure to memorize the names of all the guests! Indeed, she insisted on joining me, and no matter what I said, she refused to take no for an answer!” Darnley bellowed in laughter, briefly drawing the attention of the other guests nearby.

“She already seems to be quite the free spirit. I’m sure she has a bright future ahead of her.”

“If you’re so interested in my dear Georgina, I would be more than willing to sit down and discuss a potential marriage between the two of you.”

You swore you saw a flash of disgust appear in Albert’s eyes, but he simply smiled brightly at Darnley, careful that his emotions did not look fake or contrived. “While your offer is certainly generous, I have no plans of marriage at the moment. I’m afraid I’m already plenty busy with my service in the royal army.”

“Ah, what a shame,” Lord Darnley sighed, but his disappointment quickly turned to anticipation when his gaze once again fell on you. Your stomach lurched at the look in his eyes, but you tried to retain your composure, copying Albert’s mannerisms by offering a surface-level smile.

“Lady [Name], I am supposing you are not yet married if you’re attending this function with the Moriartys.”

“That would be correct, my good sir. How astute of you to notice.”

Lord Darnley grinned at the news like a hunter mere moments away from ensnaring this prey. “Well then, my lady, is there anyone that has asked for your hand yet?”

Goosebumps ran down your arms as you swallowed thickly. Anyone with a right mind knew exactly where this conversation was heading.

“I…well…” Should you tell the truth? Should you lie? But then who would you say had expressed a desire in marrying you? “It’s…complicated.”

“So, that would mean no formal question has been posed then, correct?”

“...Correct.”

You heard Albert’s feet shift next to you, on guard for whatever preposterous idea this nobleman could come up with next.

“Well, it’s certainly not good for a lady of your standing to be without a husband. I, myself, am quite the romantic, and I believe a courting period fosters a genuine love between both parties involved. If you have no one currently vying for your hand, perhaps you’d offer me the chance to earn it.”

No. No. On so many levels, no.

But this wasn’t about you—your happiness or married life did not come before the liberation of London. Whatever the brothers asked of you, you would adhere to their words, even if it meant having to be stuck with a man such as…this. Though you knew they’d never even entertain the thought of offering you up to some man who cared only for your beauty and status and nothing for your heart. If you were to refuse Darnley’s advances, at the least, you were confident the Moriartys would respect your decision.

Even so, you didn’t want to cause any more trouble for them. If you couldn’t agree to the idea of marriage, perhaps a date or two would suffice, right?

Just the thought made you feel sick. 

“Well, what do you say, my lady? Will you allow me the pleasure of courting you?”

You knew you had to keep up appearances. You couldn’t allow for cracks to show in the perfect and amicable facade the Moriartys had carefully crafted. You knew that well, and yet…

This was a proposal that not even death itself could bring you to accept.

“I’m sorry, my lord, but I must sincerely refuse.”

Lord Darnley stared at you in alarm. “Come again? You didn’t just say no to my advances, did you?”

Your heart rate quickened as his words grew heated, and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to take off and hide somewhere safe and quiet in the manor’s garden, away from other people who might come up with even more ridiculous propositions.

“It’s just as you heard, my lord. I must decline.”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as Lord Darnley stared straight into your eyes, not blinking for several long moments. Your hands had begun to shake as you feared that you’d just begun tarnishing the reputation of the Moriarty family. Truly, there were fewer things more terrifying than a nobleman who felt he’d been insulted, and the consequences for such an offense would be nothing short of dire.

“Lady [Name], you are in no place to refuse my offer. You said yourself that no other man has even brought up the idea of marriage to you! Are you truly so brazen that you would reject the prospects of a life in union with mine? We all know who makes the decisions around here, and they’re certainly not made by women—!”

“My good sir, I believe you’ve said quite enough.”

A small gasp left your lips as Albert sneaked a hand around your waist, still carefully holding his glass of wine in the other. You searched his face for an answer as to what he was scheming, but he simply smiled—a true one this time—wordlessly reassuring you that all would be well.

“You see, Lady [Name] may not have received an offer of marriage as of yet, but that is only because I have been quite busy protecting our beloved country. I wish to propose when I am able to be at home more often and thus can fulfill my duties as a devoted husband to my wife. So I must politely ask that you rescind your offer, lest you make yourself seem as though you chase after taken women.”

Propose? Husband?

If you were afraid of tainting the Moriarty image, Albert clearly didn’t share your concerns.

“Taken? Why, I—! You’re bluffing, Lord Albert! You’re not planning on marrying this woman!”

“And what has brought you to that incorrect conclusion?”

“If that were the case, you would have brought it up the moment I asked if she were single!”

“To be fair, you asked if she’d received an offer for marriage, not if she was currently available to court.”

You could practically see the steam coming out of Lord Darnley’s ears, his face growing redder with each passing minute. He was still unconvinced, and for good reason, too, but you weren’t about to let Albert’s kindness go to waste.

You placed a hand on Albert’s shoulder, smiling up at him as he redirected his full attention to you. “It’s true, my lord. My affections have been reciprocated by my dear Albert, and I am patiently waiting for him to ask me to marry him. It will be a proposal I shall readily accept.”

Darnley scoffed, a hand placed over his heart in disbelief. “And you had the gall not to tell me when I’d begun to question you? Either you’re a terrible liar, or you’re just hoping to humiliate me in front of all these guests!”

“I would never dream of deceiving or insulting you, my lord. I should have made my relationship status clear to you earlier. Please forgive my carelessness.”

“I still think this is some elaborate hoax the both of you are trying to pull off. If not to tarnish my good name, then to convince every noble here that you’re worth the status bestowed on you at birth.” Lord Darnley swiped a fresh glass of wine off the tray of one of the waiters walking by, the man watching in horror as the lord downed all of the liquid in one gulp. His cheeks had started to take on a flushed hue from the great amount of alcohol he’d consumed that night, and with the way things were going, he was sure to be drunk by the end of it. “Perhaps, Lady [Name],” Darnley continued, a lopsided smirk forming on his face, “you’ve been lying about your social status, and you’re hoping that your marriage to Lord Albert will secure you a place in the upper class.”

Anger surged through you at his utterly ridiculous theory. Darnley had unknowingly gotten one fact right: you were a nobody. When you’d been taken in by the Moriarty family, you had nothing to your name but pen, paper, and the clothes on your back. But you knew one thing for sure: you had worth as a human being, and no one, noble or otherwise, would be able to change that.

And marrying a noble for status? What a laughable suggestion. As if you’d stoop so low just for some so-called “honor” among the elite.

“Well, dear sir,” you began, discreetly hiding a smirk behind your gloved hand, “I had no idea you were so foolish as to even come up with such an inconceivable thought. I once held you in high regard as I’ve heard many within the nobility sing your praises, but your current behavior is quite unbecoming of a person of your stature.”

You heard Albert try, and fail, to stifle a laugh next to you. You quietly breathed out a sigh of relief to see that he’d chosen not to reprimand your strong words. If anything, he seemed eager to encourage them.

As Lord Darnley frantically signaled for a waiter to bring him more wine, Albert took the opportunity to lean down next to your ear, whispering a simple yet heart-pounding question, “[Name], would it be all right with you to play further into these roles of enchanted lovers?”

Your breath caught in your throat, butterflies beginning to form in your stomach. “Of course,” you said. If only you knew how I truly felt, you wouldn’t even need to ask.

He smiled down at you, a sight that only stirred up the butterflies even more, and pulled you closer against him. Meanwhile, his eyes bored into Lord Darnley’s frame, darkening with every passing moment. If there was no one else in that ballroom, you had no doubt Albert would have leapt at the chance to get rid of him.

When Lord Darnley had finished downing another glass of wine, his fiery countenance returned to you and Albert. “You both are frauds,” he spat. “Everyone else here might be too dim-witted to figure it out, but I’ll make them aware that you’re not the upstanding moral characters you believe that you are.”

“It’s a shame to hear such vile thoughts coming from your own mouth, good sir,” Albert sighed. “But if I must be honest, I don’t care what any noble in this room thinks of me or the house in which I rule over.”

“Oh? And why is that, good sir?”

“Because,” Albert answered, turning his body towards yours, his visage noticeably softening when his focus returned to you, “the only person I want to please is the woman I adore. Not one person in the nobility is worthy of praise or merit—no one but her alone.”

Setting aside his glass, Albert gingerly took your hand in his own, meeting your eyes to silently ask for your permission. At your nod of approval, he lifted your fingertips to his lips, placing a gentle and almost reverent kiss against them.

“I love her,” he said, his sweet gaze reaching the very depths of your soul, “and when the time is right, I will make her mine.”

His words were like a match igniting the fire blazing in your heart, the flames fed by your deep affections for him, growing with every beat that thumped in your chest.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand came to rest against your cheek, his touch so light yet so dizzying, more intoxicating than any wine you’d had that night. 

Albert searched your eyes as all the feelings you’d tried to keep at bay finally came pouring in like waves. You were sure he could see it all: the admiration, the yearning, the love you’d kept locked away. But somehow he’d managed to find the matching key, the truth you’d been hiding for all these years finally at his reach.

His fingers traveled along your cheek and down to your jaw, this thumb tracing patterns against your skin. You were still dazed from his words to Darnley, but you brought yourself to meet Albert’s gaze once more, curious to see what truths you could uncover in his own expression.

And you wished you hadn’t, because when you saw the affection so clearly present in them, you wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him until the night turned into day.

Albert wasn’t oblivious, and you knew it. Whatever people thought of him as—a genius, a young prodigy, a man of great knowledge—his ability to read people was beyond the average person’s comprehension. And you knew when he’d finally figured out what the person he’d been surveying was hiding. His lips would quirk upwards ever so slightly, the dimples on his face just beginning to show, and he’d cock his head to the side, pleased with his findings.

And that was exactly how he was looking at you.

You’d placed your heart out in plain view of his observant eyes, and he’d figured you out. But now that he knew of your feelings for him, what was he planning to do with them?

Albert’s thumb drifted from your jaw down your lips, careful not to brush off the lipstick staining them. He stared at them for several moments, deep in thought, before he returned his eyes to yours, a single question hidden within them.

May I?

Already breathless, you squeezed his hand once, closing your eyes as Albert leaned in painstakingly slowly, every nerve in your body alight with anticipation. This was the moment you’d only been able to imagine in dreams, on nights where you sat wordlessly under the stars, silently wishing upon them in vain. They couldn’t grant you your desires. They couldn’t give you everything you ever wanted. You were the only one with the power to seize your opportunity and make your own wish come true.

And as Albert’s lips finally fell on yours, you smiled.

Your greatest wish was being granted right before your very eyes.

His lips tasted faintly of wine, and the subdued scent of his cologne still lingered on his collar. Combined with the warm and comforting touch of his hand cupping your face, your senses were overwhelmed in the most wonderful of ways. It felt as if you’d begun to float, brought into a fairy tale-esque trance where the entire world grew still except for you and Albert.

Time had stalled to allow you this moment of pure, undeniable bliss that not even the corrupt powers of this world could take away from you.

With his lips still on yours, Albert’s hand snaked further around your waist, gently pulling you closer against him. You practically had no room left between the two of you, and so in a moment of boldness, you placed one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest, right above his heart. Even through his suit, you could feel it beating wildly.

It only made you wonder: did he truly mean what he’d said earlier? Did he really harbor such affection for you? Did he really intend…to make you his?

Before you could ponder anymore, Albert finally pulled away, cheeks faintly dusted with rose. He appeared somewhat dazed himself, but he kept his composure, still well aware of where the two of you were at the moment.

But this time when he turned to Darnley, he smirked, practically beaming from head to toe with delight as he spoke. “Well, Lord Darnley, do you believe us now?”

If looks could kill, both of you would have succumbed to that man’s rage.

Darnley’s hands gripped his wine glass so tightly that it shattered onto the floor, the remnants of wine staining his once perfectly polished suit. Other nobles stopped their conversations and turned to him upon hearing the commotion, a few of them even pulling out handkerchiefs.

“Sir, let me get you a new glass,” a waiter spoke, holding his hand out to take the broken one from him. But Lord Darnley was already fuming, and he shoved the waiter to the side, smashing the rest of the wine glass against the floor.

“You will pay for this,” he snarled. Sending you one final glare, he turned on his heel, marching out of the ballroom, hopefully never to be seen again (at least for the night).

“Well,” Albert breathed, laughing as he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t think he’ll be bothering us anymore.”

“You’re right…Thank you, Albert.”

“What are you thanking me for?” he asked, gaze drifting back to yours. “I’ve done nothing to warrant your gratitude.”

You shook your head. “You have, Albert. You didn’t have to step in and save me from Darnley’s advances, but you did, even though doing so could have tarnished your family name. I’m indebted to you.”

Albert frowned ever so slightly, and you cocked your head to the side, confused. After a few moments, his gaze flickered to the people dancing around the room, his cheeks still tinged a beautiful red. “If you thought I was doing all that just to be a gentleman,” he murmured, “then I don’t know what it would take to make the truth clear to you...”

Well, suddenly you were the one left blushing. 

“It’s not that. I…I don’t want to assume anything more, not when you’re such a precious person to me. I’m just scared of ruining what we have between us.”

Albert turned his attention back to you, using the hand that was still on your waist to pull you close to him again. Taking your other hand in his, he lifted it up to his lips, your faces now just mere inches apart.

“And what if I were to say that I do want something more?”

You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.

But you still felt the press of his lips against yours, took in the smell of his cologne, and memorized the touch of his fingers running along your cheek. It was not a dream. It was even better.

Albert leaned down next to your ear, his breath fanning against your skin. “If one kiss isn’t enough to convey how much my heart yearns for you, then allow me to kiss you until you’re breathless, and no more words of doubt are left on your tongue.”

Albert smiled as your face grew redder, and with the way he bit his lip, you knew he was struggling not to comment on it.

“For a noble, you sure lack any semblance of shame, Master Albert."

Albert shook his head and chuckled to himself, that mischievous glint having once again returned to his eyes. “Keep teasing me and you’ll find out just how shameless I can be, darling.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Do you want to find out?”

Despite your flustered state, you couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing Albert’s hand tighter in yours. “If you want to kiss me so badly, do so in a place that’s actually romantic, will you?”

Taking you by the hand, Albert began to lead you outside of the ballroom and into the rose gardens. “Of course, and I’ll take my time to make sure I kiss you properly.”

You made a mental note to thank William and Louis for letting you tag along to the ball. If all went well, they would end up becoming your own brothers-in-law, after all.

But that could wait until you finally had Albert’s affections all to yourself.

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[moonit3]

I've been completely addicted to reading your yanderes since yesterday, especially Harem and the Twins.

Therefore, I would like to request a part 3 of the Harem, if possible with more yandere fem, I am extremely lacking with yandere female, if it is not a bother, I thank you in advance for your attention and I am happy with your stories

𓆩❤︎ YANDERE! CONCUBINES HAREM

⟡ cw: yandere! female (of course), gn! reader, mentioned somnphilia (nothing happens i swear), overthinking from concubines, age gap (but like one line only), mentioned blackmail, pure fluff i guess?

⟡ word count: 1.1 k

⟡ notes: a new format? yep, i got a little tired of the same old ive been using since the very first post and its like it changed a lot…also, i am giving up my life to try to get the new mythic mercy skin (even started playing competitive to get more points) and to have aventurine in star rail (i barely have tickets, so i am going to wait to the anniversary rewards…), either way i am working hard to archive my goals and you should too! enjoy today’s writing, my dear readers :)

earlier today you forget to lock your office’s door to prevent the concubines to enter and spend time with you during work hours, which basically mean they are all over the room in completely silence, observing you working in the documents. it’s wearied to have an quiet audience like this one, but you enjoy hearing the breeze outside your office while working and the ladies definitely know, so they keep to themselves when staying at the room with the only goal to admire you.

you catch most of the ladies moving their gaze away when you stare at them when the files start becoming boring, it’s cute to think about these women who often flirt and shamelessly throw themselves at you acting like this. it reminds you they acted so desperate before as many believed that you would kick them out if any of them showed interest in you, but the ladies now know better.

stretching your arms behind your back, a faint smile slowly made to your lips as you know today’s paperwork is coming to an end. it’s a challenge to stay sit down behind the desk and analyze every new law made by the council as the elections has taken place a few months ago. if you only could ask your personal advisers to finish the work so you could take an hour or two to rest, but that won’t be possible as it is necessary to have your signature at the papers.

a yawn came out of your mouth, calling the ladies’ attention towards their beloved one while you didn’t notice their watchful eyes, you did notice how tired you’ve become in seconds. and almost instantly, your body slowly fall into the desk and right there, you began dreaming about tomorrow’s work.

the little noises of snores made all the concubines step closer to check on your sleeping body.

some of them poked your cheeks to try to wake you up, but immediately failed when you just turned out to prevent them from doing so. others had the idea to bring a plate of your favorite meal so you could smell it and suddenly wake up to thank them, but you payed no mind for it. and the remaining ones just accept that you won’t wake up any time soon, so just they carried you back to your chambers to have a proper bed to sleep on.

seeing how your chest goes up and down with your soft breathing, the concubines couldn’t help themselves to just stay quiet to watch you sleeping form. it’s adorable how their great leader looks so precious in a defenseless position like this! all the things they could do with you right now are possible, but they aren’t animal, no. never in a million years would these lovely women use your body without your consent. so, the ladies just stay inside your chamber to admire you.

“should we get our love’s plushies to let them feel savior in their dream?” the daugther of a merchant asked.

“don’t be ridiculous, anne. do you think [name] would be happier if we show that we learn about their secret stock of plushies? I don’t think so.” the third daughter of a former general answered. “also, they can’t know we stole some of them.”

the others nodded, a little scared that you would discover of all the things they have stolen from you. would you learn how many of your undergarments just vanished? or would you question they found out about your recent discussions with the former emperor? every single of them loved hearing the old man scolding you for not having any heirs to the throne, even daring to ask you if you are sterile or just a coward.

while they got angry at the your father for speaking nuisances about your body, the women couldn’t be happier when hearing the words coming out of lips. ”i will h-have my f-first night soon! just let me choose someone, okay?” and that only made them more eager to stay around you. all the ladies made a pact to keep their newly found secret away from the man who are part of the harem, after all, they are already rivals and none of them need more people to complicate their plans.

that’s why the women of the harem have become more overprotective over you in recently days, not that you’ve noticed any change on their behavior. you are too busy working to make the nation better and to take care of the harem as a whole that you barely notice the immense change on their behavior.

“it’s been hours that [name] has fallen asleep! can we wake them up to spend some time with us? please.” a foreign princess was immediately stopped from touching your forehead, her hands quickly slapped away by a older woman.

and that woman is no other than a renowned actress who retired of her incredible care to become part of the harem, but still gaining enormous revenue from her previous works. “didn’t we said to let our love to rest? oh, wait. we have been talking about it for the past hour or so and you keep insisting on waking them up? you are dumb.” the woman’s words made the princess’ face go completely red as a tomato, then leading to a silent argument between the two of them. with everyone else to witness it.

the discussion continued for ten minutes until both stopped when noticing that you’ve wake up due to their constantly shifting in their voices. of course, both of their face became red of embarrassment while the rest of the concubines could only watch you yawning, probably thinking on what you would to the troublemakers.

“…how long i was sleeping?” even with your best attempts, you can’t keep an eye open to see how many women are inside your chamber.

“a-around seven hours, your majesty.” one of them answered. “are we disturbing your rest? if so, we can leave.”

“oh, don’t worry…” a yawn escape of your lips, interrupting your words. “…you, ladies, aren’t bothering me at all. i was just thinking if you guys would like to rest with me.”

did they hear correctly? are you really asking that or they are just imaging those words to make themselves calmer of this situation. but they knew this is real when you began patting the bed, asking them once again if they would like to sleep with you for the rest of the day and of course, all of them accept it.

it didn’t took much time to you fall asleep again, this time surrounded by many and many ladies over your immense bed who almost fought each other to gain the opportunity to lay next to you. the only reason a conflict didn’t broken out was because you began cuddling a pillow of yours, leading to the concubines crying to themselves while others took photos of this precious moment to use as an important blackmail material in the future or perhaps just to sell at a high price to the male concubines.

@moonit3 . don’t repost it, don’t modify it, don’t plagiarize, translate it without my permission.

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[missglaskin]

Yan!Targaryen boys with a Stark!Darling 

Reader is similar to Lyanna’s place per request, which got deleted while I was working on it. 

I have also added other Targaryen boys because they need much more love

Warnings: EXPLICIT, implications/some details of Noncon (especially with Maegor) so beware 

Daemon Targaryen 

It was during a tourney where you first met the rogue prince. Where he had crowned you the maiden of love and beauty. A deed that infuriated your betrothed’s house. Despite knowing better, you indulged in the act; speaking to the rogue prince the following day. Maybe it's your betrothed being a drunken old fool that made you entangle yourself with the charming and spirited prince Daemon.

And then a day came when he gifted you a necklace, gasping in awe when seeing it's made of Valyrian steel. And before long, the rogue prince invited himself to your chambers. Laying on top of you, slamming thick cock in and out of your gushing hole. Your expression melts into pure bliss and lips open in a silent scream as the powerful orgasm seeps over you.

Soon you sought him out so often. That it was inevitable. Telling him all while weeping. You're with child. But Daemon doesn't appear to be in the least bit concerned, and he calmly makes a suggestion; wed him. So you did, even when he already had a wife and you were promised to another.

Maegor I Targaryen 

In Winterfell, everyone was astonished to see the enormous silhouette in the sky resembling one of a dragon landing. The enormous black dread fills the heart with terror as its head turns. The crowd moves aside so that the lady of Winterfell can approach the beast. Watched by King Maegor as she tries to scale the large dragon.

As soon as he noticed the king's eyes following you around the court, your father sent you to Winterfell with the intention of having you wed off to someone else. But Maegor had other ideas, not only threatening your house but also that of your betrothed. Truly, you never knew what made you catch his eye, but does it matter when your fate has already been sealed.

Instead of the wedding you expected, it's the first taste of what is to come that greets you. After Maegor landed, far from other people's lines of sight. His full weight is on top of you, breasts flattened against his chest. His cock buried deep inside your cunt as he moves, hating how your walls clench so tightly around his length. After that, you are welcomed by a wedding. All with bruised hips and dried cum-stained thighs.

Jacaerys Velaryon 

You were enthralled by Jace the moment he set foot on Winterfell, and so was he. You had to remind the prince many times of your betrothal, even so, you kept giving in to his advances. And soon you’ve stopped reminding him and even grown to forget the man you’re meant to wed. And shortly after, lust started to replace infatuation. The first time you fucked was in the snow. It wasn't an ideal first time, but it was certainly a fond memory. It was before you exchanged your wedding vows, bribing some drunk septon.

In your chambers, the two of you continued your wedding night. As you climb up on top of him, meeting his lips as you grab his cock teasing the head through your slick folds. Jace whines into your mouth as you slowly sank down his cock. His hand reaches to grab your hips, gently guiding you in back-and-forth movements. The sound of your shared moans echoed through the chambers.

But everything comes to an end when the septon confesses to your brother out of guilt. And when a servant informs him they heard noises coming from your chambers, it only infuriated him more. Your brother probably would have killed Jace if you hadn't stepped in. You confess that the two of you are wed. And your brother frowns, asking if you truly understand the implications of this. That Winterfell will no longer be your home. And in all your recklessness, you failed to see this.

Baelon Targaryen 

Baelon was always been sweet to you, even now, as he consoles you after learning about your arrangement. It seems both of your fathers had plans. But so did he. There you were given instructions to meet him at the dragon pit late at night using certain passages. And you followed his instructions to the letter; as promised, he was there to greet you atop Vhagar. When Baelon landed Vhagar, a septon met you there, and you and Baelon were secretly married soon after.

Your maidenhood was already taken by Baelon, many times in fact. Yet that night felt far more intimate. You whimper when feeling his length slowly filling you up and half-lidded eyes are on you as he pushes himself deeper. Your nipples peaked against his chest, a mantra of pleads uttered from your lips, swollen and flushed. Baelon’s breathy moans reach your ears, feeling you clench so tightly around his cock. His body tensed as he came, creaming you with all his cum. 

Both of your families were furious when you two returned to King's Landing, but as was to be expected, nothing was done beyond a few lectures and disappointed looks. Living in King's Landing, where summer lasts a lot longer and having a devoted husband as your only companion, you assumed you'd be the happiest person alive. Yet, there are times where you feel homesick. Telling Baelon you wish to go home, only for him to press a gentle kiss on your head and tell you you’re already home.

Aegon II Targaryen 

Right from the start, Aegon made his intentions known. Whichever lord you were engaged to didn't matter to him. He wants you, and Aegon always gets what he wants. The worst predicament is that you actually enjoy it; given that the man you are supposed to marry is rumored to be already old, the idea of a young, charming prince pursuing you thrills you in the most heinous ways. You should’ve resisted his advances when he had you in a corner, instead, your body ached for his touch.

And when the prince asked for you to come to his chambers, you did so. Many times after, you come to find the prince loves to lie down and watch you do all the work. Lips exhaling as you sat down on him slowly, feeling his girth filling you up. Aegon throws his head back in pleasure as his hands are on your waist to guide you. His hands at times stray to your breasts, fingers brushing your nipples until it hardens, pinching it just to hear your low hiss.

Every other night, you have to push the prince off of you so you can leave his bed to not get caught by the servants. But this time, he convinced you to stay. In the morning, you sensed a presence. It wasn’t a servant. You wished it was. Instead, it was his mother, horrifyingly staring at the two of you. You screech, reaching for the covers to cover your naked body, and tried to get out of bed, but a hand grabs you. It’s Aegon who’s now awake, dragging you closer to him as he speaks to his mother as if there wasn’t a naked person in his bed.

Daeron I Targaryen 

It was the hour of the owl. A knock was hard, and the instinct in your gut warned you against opening the door. Still, you've opened it and greeted by the sight of Daeron. Your stomach flutters under his intense gaze. You knew why he was here. To Daeron, he saw you first. That staked his claim before whatever lord your father arranged you to. This was his way of getting back to your father. His way of ensuring his claim. After all, when have you ever known Daeron to ever back down.

Daeron closes the distance, moving his lips on yours, tongue coaxing your lips apart. And before long, Daeron was on top of you. A heavy weight builds in the pit of your stomach with him rolling his hips in a way that his cock will brush every inch of your inner walls. His eyes never left yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan. His hot cum flooding your inner walls.

You dread waking up the next day. Having to face your father's wrath over what transpired. He'd have lunged at the prince right then and there, but he chose to value his life more. Your father made you know of his disappointment as he watched you and Daeron exchange vows. You wondered if it was all worth it even days after your husband was crowned king and you his queen.

Aemond Targaryen 

You didn’t have the heart to see Aemond upon hearing of your arrangement. The thought of facing him was too daunting. On the day before you depart for Winterfell, you hear a knock on your door late at night and it comes as no surprise when you see the prince. Before you can even have a chance to speak, Aemond makes you a proposal. As the years went by, your heart came to only yearn for him, and at the moment where love engulfed your mind and senses, you agreed to it. 

Holding hands as you sneak through the hallways. Finding yourself in some secret place face to face with a Septon. You thought you always wanted this. So why does your hand waver. Finally, it dawns on you what you've done and the repercussions that'll follow. Yet you two already said your vows. There's a sliver of hope that this all can be fixed; after all, you haven't consummated your union yet. But Aemond has already made up his mind.

And not seconds later, the prince has buried his face between your thighs-your nightgown pulled up to your hips. Feeling a tight pressure on your stomach as he licks between your folds like a starved man. And all soon finding yourself forgetting any doubts or the fury that will be shown to you in the morning as his thick cock fills you up and stretches you wide.

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[liminal-space-lesbian]

BG3 Ladies x Bard Tav headcanons

Request: For request, can you write some about a bard tav and the female companions thank you have a nice day!

Thank you so much for this request, I just wanna apologize in advance and say I’ve never played a bard and know next to nothing about them, so if this is dreadful I fully apologize 😭

Karlach:

Karlach is your number one supporter. She ADORES when you play your lute in the evenings by the fire, it lulls her into a calm sense of security. She admires how you can play something so gentle and comforting, and then at the Tiefling party you strummed an enthusiastic tune.

She definitely dances along to your music, and sometimes if you sing she’ll join in. She’s not a great singer but she makes up for it with her enthusiasm. The time she doesn’t spend boisterously laughing or dancing her breath away, she sings along happily.

She’s so protective of you, oh my word. Any time you’re in a battle, she’s more than confident you can hold your own, but also you’re so precious to her that she tries her very best to keep you out of harms way. However, sometimes she hangs back to watch you viciously mock an enemy. “Yeah, you tell ‘em soldier!” She’ll shout encouragingly as she pulls her great axe from the corpse of an enemy. She also finds it impossibly hot when you mock an enemy.

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart is such a sucker for when you play her a ballad on your lyre. She will lounge back with a glass of wine and listen contentedly as you play. You may or may not have sang her a love song once, and she was quite literally swooning.

When you play a more energetic tune, she claps along and taps her foot to the beat. She’s not much for dancing, since she’s worried she’ll embarrass herself. If you beg enough she’ll give you a little jig though. Only if you’re alone though.

Other than your musical inclinations, she’s extremely impressed with how you charm people so easily. “Well look at you, you practically have them begging at your feet already.” And she’s not wrong, a sweet smile and a bat of your lashes and you get your way. She’s susceptible to your charms as well, don’t get me wrong. She just finds it incredibly endearing to watch you get your way.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel complains that your drumming is incredibly annoying and pointless, but you catch her nodding her head to the beat more than once. If you’re charming enough you can get her to admit your music is… bearable.

When you set a marching beat during your travels, against her better judgment she will tramp along to the tempo you’ve set. During battle she is rather impressed by your skills Though she finds your ability to befriend anyone silly, she can’t deny its effectiveness.

Oh, and when you sing to her? She’s a goner. She will pretend to ignore you, but when you stop singing she’ll turn her head to glare at you. “Chk, tired already?” She’ll taunt, only settling back down when you continue.

Dame Aylin:

Aylin adores when you play your flute for her. She could listen to you play for hours, simply watching you adoringly. Every once and a while she’ll request a specific song, and absolutely sing your praises when you deliver.

Sometimes she asks you to sing for her, so she can fall asleep. She does have trouble sleeping sometimes, since her dreams are filled with memories of being trapped in shadow fell :( but you always are there to soothe her with a song.

Aylin always keeps you out of harms way in combat, even though you can hold your own. You’re too preschools for her to risk, so she makes sure you stay swell away from combat. She does appreciate your help when you boost her and your companions abilities with a warding spell. She is rather proud of your arcane abilities.

“Darling, aren’t you just the sweetest. Whatever would I do without you?” She always showers you with kisses after a battle, making sure to show her appreciation for you <3

Isobel Thorm:

Isobel loves watching you play your violin. She thinks it’s incredible how you so gracefully sway about, your fingers forming chords smoothly as your other hand draws the bow across the strings. It’s all skill, and she can see that.

When you play something more upbeat, she’s the first to be standing and supporting you, dancing the night away and cheering you on. She’ll also encourage your companions to dance as well, she wants to share the joy she feels by your music.

She also loves watching you fight, your nearly effortless grace in which you charm and smite enemies is something she greatly admires. “You impress me more every day, lovely.” She’ll call across the battlefield as you stand amongst a group of charmed enemies. You flash her a thumbs up in response, continuing your spell casting.

A/n

Sorry if these are kinda bad but I’m writing this in bed after working all day so 😀

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[slytherinshua]

GIRL NEXT DOOR genre ➳ fluff. love at first sight(?) warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ sungho x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2.6k. a/n ➳ surprise... i write for boynextdoor now!!

You were moving from the big city to a small town. You were less than excited. All the streets looked the same to you. Plain houses built in the 60s lined neatly trimmed yards and sidewalks surrounded cul de sacs. It was the picture perfect suburbia— a small town where you would easily meet everyone your age within the first week going to your new school. You were dreading it.

“It’s so stupid that I’m moving. I’d be surprised if my dad’s new clinic is the only one that town has. They basically snatched him up the moment he accepted the offer.” You said bitterly, sipping on bubble tea with your best friend. It would probably be the last time you’d be able to have a bubble tea date with her for a while. Your heart sank at the thought.

“You’ve spent your entire life here… it’s a shame.” She sympathised, “But, you know what happens when you’re a new girl coming to a small town?”

“What?”

“You’re popular with the cute boys.” She teased.

“Come on- I’d be very surprised if I had anyone with a crush on me. I’ve never been popular.” You said, cringing as it brought back memories of your middle school years. You had gone through crush after crush, never landing on a proper relationship and always being rejected in the most humiliating way until eventually, you learned your lesson. When you got to high school, you forced yourself to stop being interested in boys. The couples making out in the hallway were enough to deter you, though. You would rather die than be that gross in public with your boyfriend. You weren’t one for PDA, that’s for sure.

“New kids either become popular, or stay quiet. There’s nothing about you not to like, so I think you have a good chance at becoming popular.” She reasoned. You thought about it. Your friend was rarely wrong. That’s what was so annoying about her. She was always right about everything. Maybe she would be right about this too.

Your phone binged with a text from your mom and you sighed, “Shit, I’d better go. The movers are here and I need to help move the boxes into the truck.” 

“Alright. You’d better text me and call me when you get there. I want a house tour and everything. I’m still your best friend even if I’m 4 hours away.” She smiled and you returned it.

“I’ll keep in touch with you, don’t worry. I’ll text you later! Bye!!” You waved at her and jogged off.

Your family’s apartment had been filled with boxes for almost 2 weeks. Your mom was obsessed with having everything ready to go in advance to reduce the stress. This, of course, only increased your stress every time you looked at your bedroom’s plain walls and brown cardboard boxes stacked on the floor in place of your dresser and desk.

You had transferred all your clothes to a suitcase a week prior after having to sort through them and donate everything that was too small or that you didn’t wear often enough. Fashion had always been something you were interested in and you were already dreading the fashion atrocities you might see in a small town. You doubted they would have good clothes stores either. 

You spent the rest of the day hauling boxes into the truck and struggling to help your dad lift the heavy things with the movers. Since you were just slightly stronger and more able bodied than your mom, you had no choice but to help. Moving armchairs down the stairs would be a nightmarish experience that you would remember for weeks, no doubt.

When everything was packed, you collapsed on the floor, tired and muscles aching. You looked around your empty apartment. The walls looked so bare and lonely without your mothers paintings on them. It looked way too clean and way too different. Your entire childhood had been spent living here. 17 years in this old trusty apartment complex. 

You remember going over to the lady next door for tea when you were little. She would tell you about her matchmaking business and all the cute couples she had been responsible for. She promised one day to set you up with someone… looks like that plan wouldn’t be working out after all.

You stood up and walked over to her door. You hoped she was there. You wanted to say goodbye before you left tomorrow. Maybe she would offer you tea just like when you were 7.

//

Sungho peeked out his window with curiosity. The house next to his that had been inhabited by a sweet old couple had finally been sold. He had overheard his parents talking about the new family moving in. Apparently they were going to start a clinic since the father was a family doctor. Sungho wasn’t interested in that, though. What piqued his curiosity was his parents saying that the couple had a daughter. A daughter around his age.

When they had first brought up the topic over dinner, Sungho had shrugged off their teasing about a cute girl moving in. But now he was anxiously looking out his window every 5 minutes, waiting for the moving truck to pull into the driveway of the house. 

His father and him were going to help the new family move in. Sungho’s mother had told him it would be a perfect opportunity to introduce himself to you. He was nervous with butterflies in his stomach at the thought. It wasn’t everyday that a new family moved into town. It was a very rare occurrence.

Soon he spotted the red car driving up the cul de sac with a moving truck following closely behind it. He gulped and fixed his hair in the mirror before running down the stairs. He joined his father outside and went through introducing themselves to your father.

He peeked at the car again, wondering if you had already stepped out. You hadn’t, but you soon did. Sungho wished you hadn’t, because shit you were pretty. He gulped and gave your father a smile before offering to grab one of the boxes. He could feel his cheeks heating up the longer he stared at you and forced himself to shake off his stare and look elsewhere. He hoped he didn’t make his pink cheeks too obvious, but he was pretty sure you hadn’t even noticed him yet. Maybe that was for the best.

“Y/n, come introduce yourself to the neighbours!” Your mother called with a smile on her face as she talked to Sungho’s parents.

You groaned and walked over, keeping your head down for the most part. You hoped they weren’t some country bumpkins who would insist on your family joining the town’s monthly potluck after a church service.

“Hello, Y/n, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mrs. Park,” You nodded with a slightly forced smile. The lady seemed nice, honestly, but you weren’t in the best mood for socialising. You desperately wanted to set up the wi-fi at your new house so you could text your friend, but your parents would scold you if they knew that was the only thing you were thinking.

“And this is Sungho. You two are the same age.” Mrs. Park said happily, beckoning Sungho over to say hello. You looked up, slightly intrigued by what the boys were like in this new town. And Sungho did not disappoint. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. Very handsome.

“Hi.” You smiled and waved a little. He waved back with a little lopsided smile that you could only assume was out of nervousness. He looked nice dressed in a denim jacket and hair brushed back but still a little messy from the light breeze tousling it. He must have caught you staring cause his smile widened slightly making his eyes crinkle into a cute eye smile. Fuck, why did you think he was cute?

Sungho and his dad helped move the heavy stuff into your new house. You were relieved the task wasn’t placed on you this time. While they were busy, you walked through the house, adjusting to the thought that this was your new home. Your room was bigger than before and even had a big window facing the Park’s house. Your brain automatically wondered whether it was Sungho’s room that you could see through your window. If all the houses in this town were built similarly, then it could be the case.

“Your room looks nice.” You turned around to Sungho with a big box in his hand. He set it down on the hardwood floor with a smile. “Do you want help unpacking?”

“Uh, sure! I’m not the strongest so… getting my bed and dresser in here would be a struggle.” You admitted. 

“I’ll grab them for you.”

//

After your first night in your new house you realised that Sungho’s bedroom was indeed the one facing yours. He stayed up late, just like you. It was around 6 weeks later and both your lights were on still, even though it was around 11 pm. You were lying on your bed, trying to count sheep to help you fall asleep. Except all your sheep strangely morphed into Sungho because he was all you could think of.

Your family had eaten dinner with the Parks a lot of times so far, and you would say you were fairly adjusted to the new town. You didn’t go out much unless it was for a bike ride or to the library, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Since it was still summer and you were too introverted to want to go out and hunt for friends, the only person who you knew was Sungho. You talked a lot in your backyard or his. You caught him wearing a necklace that you had wanted for a long time and found out he was interested in fashion as well from the encounter.

It was like the most you discovered about him, the more you had in common. You even liked the same idol groups and were fans of the same authors. How did you even manage to get this lucky with your neighbour? Plus, the more you hung around him, the more you thought he was cute.

You peeked out your window to see if he was visible from his window. He was. He was sitting at his desk and the lamp on it perfectly illuminated his face so you could see all the details of it.

“I should’ve asked for his number by now, darnit.” You mumbled to yourself. You hadn’t thought of it before since you lived right next to each other, but it wasn’t like you could go over this late at night. You’d have to improvise. You thought for a second before searching through one of your unpacked boxes for your sketchbook. Usually you would doodle outfits that you thought you would look good in in this sketchbook, but for now, it was going to serve a different purpose. You got out a sharpie and started writing in large, easy to read text. 

Do you stay up late a lot? 

You thought it would be awkward to put a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ so you stuck to a question that he could answer. It took some courage to stand where he could see you from his window and hold up the sign, but you managed.

It didn’t take very long for him to look up from his desk and notice the sign. You watched him read it and then make eye-contact with you, his charming smile overtaking his features again. He stood up and went somewhere else in his room, presumably to grab paper and a pen. Soon he was back and he held up the sign in response to yours. 

Yeah. If it bothers you that my light is on, I can turn it off :) 

It doesn’t bother me. I usually stay up late as well.

He smiled again, looking down at his desk as his cheeks tinted a bit. He hoped you didn’t notice. Was it weird that he already liked you so much? He was suddenly reminded of how his past crush had been stolen by another boy right in front of his eyes. His friends had told him he hadn’t been direct enough and that was why she had chosen someone more straightforward. But he had just been too shy to confess directly. He didn’t want to repeat that mistake again, so he took a breath and gathered some stored up courage, picking up his pen again.

Can I have your number?

He held up the sign nervously, one hand anxiously fiddling with his shirt as he waited for your response. You shouldn’t be too opposed, right?

I was just about to ask you! It’s *** *** **** :) 

You were smiling as widely as he was which both calmed his heart and made it beat faster. What if you liked him too? What if you thought he was cute? What if he had the same effect that you had on him? He shook off all of his thoughts, telling himself that he was getting ahead of himself. 

He carefully copied your number into a new contact and sent a simple ‘hey, it’s sungho’ to make sure he got it down correctly. You felt almost giddy receiving the first text from him. You had given your number to your crush just like that? And he had asked you for it? The thought had your cheeks heating up again.

It was past 1 and you were still texting him. It was hard to want to stop, he was just so cute, even over text. Whenever he thought he overstepped, he would apologise so fast until you told him that it was fine. It felt different from talking to him over the past 6 weeks. It felt way more like talking to a crush than talking to a friend, which didn’t help your bad case of lovesickness.

When you started to yawn, you decided you should probably say goodnight to him. He must be tired as well.

i’m a bit tired, i think i’m gonna go to sleep for the night - Y/n 1:21am

ok! sleep well, y/n!! - Sungho 1:21am

btw - Y/n 1:21am

yeah? - Sungho 1:22am

you’re really cute - Y/n 1:22am

goodnight! - Y/n 1:22am

You turned off your phone quickly, eyes a bit wide as you wondered why you had sent that last text. Where did you even get the confidence? God, what if he thought you were weird. He probably only saw you as a friend, or worse, the new annoying neighbour girl. You groaned at your stupidity and peeked at your phone again. He had read the text, but hadn’t replied.

“Shit, I really messed up.” You felt like smacking your head against the wall. What were you thinking?!

I think you’re cute too - Sungho 1:26am

You blinked, and then blinked again. Oh. You put down your phone and shut your eyes, willing yourself to go to sleep and not think about it too much. You could always wake up tomorrow and realise that this was a whole big misunderstanding or something. There was no way that Sungho really thought you were cute, right? But what if he did?

You opened your eyes again, looking at the texts with him again.

sleep well cutie <3 - Sungho 1:27am

You failed to get to sleep that night. So did Sungho.

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[leeofthevoid]

Cold-blooded Beings - Part 3

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hello guys! I promise this chapter was hard to write because I might be advancing to Saltburn at the next one. A little less confident this time around but would love to hear your thoughts! Please always remember that Y/N is rich so her dialogue can be very tone-deaf. Keep safe everyone!

Warnings: Sex, Nudity, Alcohol and Alcoholism, Language, Applied Stalking, Death, and Drugs

Word Count: 2354

|| Part One, Part Two

Pity and Power

“I just don’t get it you know? I’ve always tried my best to please Felix and I even studied harder in case he would ask me something.” Annabel scowled while eating a handful of loaded chips from your plate. At this point you figured no one knows what personal space is at all and what is yours is theirs. “Look, Annie, you shouldn’t try so hard for a boy. He barely does anything for you and he’s…Felix. You know?”

Clearly Annabel didn’t know when she groaned in frustration and ate more of your food. “So easy for you to say, you and Oliver have him wrapped in your fingers.” You gave her a confused look and scooped up some of the food you were supposed to eat alone. “Look bitch, he makes time for you and Oliver, but me? “Oh fuck you Annie I’m too busy for you.” But then he turns around and it’s “Oh Ollie, you need me? Okay hold on I’ll make time.”” This conversation is getting too heated and annoying for no reason that you just had to take out a pack of cigarettes to clear your head. Annabel doesn’t know shit about Felix or Oliver.

You turn to look at Annabel with a genuine expression and gave her a comforting smile, “You know Annie, you’re a hot girl. Felix is just a stupid boy in a sea of stupid boys. You deserve way more than that. Oliver is just…A new friend that he wants to impress?” Annabel laughed at you and held her stomach with how much she was bursting out. “Oh god, You? Babes you’re also part of the Oliver fan club. Always making Oliver’s life be ten times better than what a scholar snot should have.” You pressed the butt of your cigarette on the concrete thinking hard on Annabel’s accusation. “He just needs help sometimes Annie, stop being a bitch…” Annabel scoffed and rolled her eyes, “He’s poor babes, not handicapped. Quit being a savior.” You sighed and leaned against the pillar behind you.

Your phone buzzed in your pockets breaking the silence between you two. You checked and it was Farleigh, “Hello?”

“Hey pretty lady, can I steal you so I can hangout with my favorite people?” You chuckle, earning a confused look from Annabel that you later dismissed. “Depends. What am I needed for?” He chuckled, a little too deep and too hot for your liking. “An eye-candy would certainly take away from the boredom.” You breathed out and laughed softly. “Alright then. Where is my presence needed?”

“Roof top. Be a doll and drag Felix along.” He said goodbye with some kissy noises then ended the call without another beat. Annabel waved her hand for you to go without a word and you simply gave her a kiss on a cheek, thankful that she didn’t ask any questions.

Dragging Felix out to the confines of the chilly night was the one of the most awkward experiences you’ve had. You were waiting outside his dorm when you could hear the lewd sounds and the bed squeaking from out the hallway. Truly a horrific way to spend your Friday night, especially after listening to Annabel talk about her problems with him. “Umm…Fee are you in there?” You heard colorful lines of curse words and a lot of stumbling around. After a few minutes of waiting outside hearing scuttling, Felix finally opened the door.

Two girls dashed out of the room holding on to their dresses for dear life while Felix leaned against the door, half naked, still sweaty and flushed. “Any reason why I’ve been interrupted?” You look unimpressed, crossing your arm over your chest. “Get dressed. Farleigh told me to fetch you.” He rolled his eyes but went back into his room to grab a shirt, took a few seconds before he was walking out of his dorm with no snide remarks, waiting for you to lead the way.

The rooftop was chilly, and weirdly when you arrived you only saw Farleigh sitting by himself with a ton of bottles next to him. “Finally, you two took too long. What happened? Did Felix fall into a hole? Spoil me, Love.” You can’t help but laugh while you sat down on a spot beside Farleigh, Felix following suit while grumbling under his breath. “Our dear Felix fell in two holes.” You said in a scandaled manner. “Would it be too mean to assume one of those holes was Oliver?” You guffawed and looked back at Felix clearly unamused as he uncapped one of the wine bottles. “Farleigh. I already told you how I feel when we talk about Ollie. He’s a nice kid so…Tone it down, Mate.” Farleigh sighed loudly and draped his arm over your shoulder, mouthing boring while looking at Felix.

“Oh yeah, would I be boring if I asked dad to cancel your Veyron order now, Farleigh.” Felix snagged you away from Farleigh and used you as a headrest. “I wonder what Elspeth would think if she found out you kissed an ugly bitch at the bar, Felix.” Farleigh stuck his tongue out at the boy who was using your lap as his pillow. Chuckling at their childish banter while you played with his hair, chugging down more alcohol.

“Hey Fee, Oliver has been asking about you…I don’t know what to tell him. Kind of weird hanging out with him when he just looks for you.” You mentioned passively.

“You still hang out with him?” Felix asked.

“Well…Yeah. Why?” Felix and Farleigh both look at each other which was both endearing but annoying thing you’ve witnessed. “What. Come on guys what did I miss?” Farleigh just shook his head and looked back at you. “Nothing. Let’s just enjoy our time together, no?” You let it pass and stole Felix’s wine bottle. You three ended up enjoying the company, dare you say that it was a needed moment of solace. Talking about your life in Switzerland and their life in Saltburn the years after you.

You even talked about Venetia and what goes in her life without the three of you. It was nice knowing how she was, knowing she was a little bit more isolated from the group due to her two-year age gap from the rest of you. In a way you empathized with the pressure and the burden of being the oldest daughter. You even dwelled into your sex lives because of Farleigh’s incessant teasing over Felix’s failed threesome. My, these boys haven’t been the most pure, but then again so were you.

You forgot how you got to your dorm room when you woke up the morning after, just glad that you were able to sleep enough to be a sane person for the rest of the day. Felix and Farleigh both sent you some messages and some photos that you don’t remember taking from last night. You lay down with a huge smile on your face, content with your life before the hellish exams start to eat at you.

A few weeks go by when you were out in the field talking to your friends, actually, complaining to them about how stupid the term was and what possessed your professors to fuck with all of you. You were immersed in the conversation when random goosebumps engulfed you out of nowhere. You realized Oliver’s piercing gaze directed at you.

You excuse yourself from your friends and walked up to Oliver from across the courtyard, alone and awkward. “Hey Ollie! How was the exam week for you?” Oliver awkwardly nodded his head, looking down to his shoes. It was a little weird that he changed so fast just because you were near him…Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing type of weird. “Um…How was it?” He finally looked up at you with those lost eyes, pursing his lips. “It was alright. I studied pretty well. What about you guys?”

“I mean…We all managed in a way.” There was an awkward silence in the air and you disliked it so much. “Walk with me?” Oliver nodded the same way and followed you down the path of the courtyard, you were careful to make your steps smaller than usual so he could keep up. “How’s Felix?” You looked back at Oliver, watching him play with the hem of his shirt while walking behind you.

“Felix? Pft well he’s okay I guess? Being a dick and a dumbass at the same time.” He looked so small. So fragile that it unnerved you. It was disturbing but you can’t let Felix and Farleigh’s words eat your own opinions. He was still your friend, you had to give him a chance too. “How have you been, Ollie? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to reach out to you these last few weeks. Been very busy with other T.A. Stuff and it was draining.” He gave a small smile and walked a little faster to keep up with you, “It’s been alright. Carrying small baggage but it’s been good.”

“Oh? Baggage you say?”

“His face fell a little when you asked, “Yeah my mum she uh…She’s a bit of an alcoholic.”

You stop in your tracks to look at him. Truly look at the whole him. He looked meek and fragile and you had conflicted feelings over it. It isn’t real, a part of you say. “Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that, Ollie. No child deserves that kind of parent.”

“My…My father he’s in the hospital and I just…It’s so hard right now especially after the holidays. He tried to look okay but deep down I knew he was struggling. Keeping himself together for me while my mum was wasting away in alcohol.”

It felt weird making a sound, even to just breathe. It felt rude and perhaps disrespectful? Oliver is going through a lot and you were doubting him like the asshole your parents told you not to be. You saw tears run down his cheeks and instinctively reached out to offer your handkerchief.

He took it, quickly wiping his tears away.

You opened your mouth to say some comforting words when some of Farleigh’s friends greet you and hogged around you. You weren't sure if they purposely pushed Oliver out of the group while they dragged you away to compliment you but it was likely. You watched as Oliver looked at you with disappointment as he walked out of your line of sight.

“You look amazing, darling what did you do to your hair?” His name was Mercutio, from what you remembered. He slowly yanked off the ponytail you had and let your hair spill to your lower back. It caught you off-guard but you were careful not to show. “Silky and smooth like feathers.” He said as he ran his fingers through it. You smiled at them while trying to register who they were, there was Mercutio who was descended from an Italian Monarch. Elise, daughter of a powerful family from East Asia. Then there was Leon. He was new money rich and Farleigh made sure you remembered that.

They always said New money burns faster than the jewels that lasted centuries.

They took you to a restaurant to eat dinner together. It wasn’t unusual for people to pull you out to eat with them, people have been doing it way more now that the Catton boys were known to be close to you at a chance to impress you. You didn’t mind the dinner or how they made you pay in the end too. You actually admired how thick-faced they were. It was just another inconvenience that you wanted to get out of the way.

You didn’t tell Farleigh about the encounter but you guessed that they did when he decided to sit you down after a party with Felix, who called for a meeting between his inner circle because of what Oliver told him. The same story about how his father was very sick, dying almost, and how his mother was dealing with it. Felix even told you about how he invited Oliver to Saltburn for the summer to cheer him up.

It started off as bouts of bad mouthing towards Oliver from Farleigh to making you spill what happened between his friends. “Why did you let them take advantage of you like that?” You looked up at him while you cradled your bottle of Champagne. You were at the back alley of the bar, trying to sober up and get away from the head-throbbing music they put on. “It’s nothing Farleigh, they were just being nice.”

“Nice my ass. Those snakes are pathetic liars who can’t fuck off. Did they really think that being all buddy-buddy with you would make them earn a spot to go to Saltburn?” He took a drag of his joint and sat next to you. “Now I hear Oliver gets the pity poor boy card and go to Saltburn because Felix was being a fucking saint.” You snicker and get a shove from Farleigh, hard enough to jolt you.

You rest your head on his shoulder while looking up at him. “What can I do to ease your mind off of it?” He leaned back and looked down at you with a smirk, “I don’t know baby, what can you do?”

You smiled up at him as your faces move inches closer from each other. No wasted moments later, when you felt the warmth of his lips on yours. How soft it felt just like when you made out in the club a few months back. It was too delicate for a guy with a sharp tongue like his. He sneakily snaked his arms around your waist and at the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His tongue slowly swiped at your lower lip when suddenly…

“Love! Where are you!” India slurred as she walked out of the club. You pulled yourself away from Farleigh and giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek to tend to your friend. He exhaled loudly while you walked away from him, leaving him alone again.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Between the Lines 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, Lee is rude, customer service triggers. and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters:Lee Bodecker

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another day, another shift. It starts off less than ideal. Traffic is a slog and there’s customers outside waiting for open as you walk up. You have to escape them like a zombie horde to get inside. This time of year, they tend to resemble extras in The Walking Dead.

You put your things in the back and punch in. You help Giselle with the opening list as her lashes droop precariously. She’s never very awake on her morning shifts. As you balance the till, she yawns and checks her phone.

“That old lady is out again. Something about her back,” she pops a piece of gum in her mouth and starts chewing noisily. “Not like she could do much more than wring her hands.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you login and look across the store. You prefer being on the floor but you won’t get to stretch your legs until after noon.

“Eh, whatever. Not many seasonals this year,” she drones, “good, I don’t have to put up with children.”

You glance at her. She’s not much older than the high school students who come in to work the holiday sales. She’s just into her sophomore year and has the false sense of authority that often replaces the freshman fear.

You won’t mention that you have a masters and you’re still standing in the same place as her. Albeit, you’re full time and a pay grade higher. Still, it’s not that steep a gap between you.

The first customers are let in and swiftly fan out in their missions. A man comes up to ask about Tom Clancy’s novels and you point him in the right direction, telling him that Colton will be there to help out. He thanks you and shuffles away.

The morning drags by as you ring through the early birds. It’s that time of day where everyone is still waking up and seems to have something to complain about. You’ve suggested complementary coffee in hopes that it might quell their gripes.

Around eleven, you lean on the counter, the store effectively empty, and your headset crackles. Your name is called over the line to go to the operations room. You look at Giselle but she’s transfixed on her phone. She doesn’t even hear you say you’ll be right back.

The assistant manager, Colin, greets you in the operations room, one desk empty as he sits in another and wiggles a pen. You hover by the door as he keeps his focus on the monitor. For people who work in a bookstore, they do prefer the digital to the hard copy.

“Alright, let’s not waste time,” he leans back, finally tearing his attention from the computer, “got a complaint about you.”

“What?” You frown.

“Doing customer surveys, the online ones. This one’s particularly glowing,” he squints at the monitor again, “‘extremely dismissive and condescending. Kept trying to walk away’.”

“I never… are you sure it’s me?”

“They got your name. I went over the tape and it tracks. This guy, cop it looks like, you walked away twice. Why?” Colin points the pen at you derisively.

“Um, well, he told me to but changed his mind,” your eyes flutter as your nerves wind up. God, it has to be that jerk officer. “I did help him but he didn’t seem to want it.”

“Not what he says and he is a customer,” Colin sighs, “going to have to write you up, sweetie.”

You blink and hold your eyes shut. This is bullshit. You know better than to voice that thought.

“A write-up?”

“Relax, you got three before we do anything,” he pulls a paper over the desk and turns it towards you, “take the slap on the wrist and get back out there. It’s books. Just… smile a bit more and…” he pauses, his gaze dipping beneath your face, “maybe push your shoulders back. Posture’s important.”

You sniff back your disgust. You know what he means. Shoulders back; chest out. Gross. You cross the room and take the pen, reading over the write-up and the comments copy-pasted from the survey. Wow, what a jackass. You sign. Despite being a corporate peon, Colin’s right. It’s easier to just take the mark on your record.

“Thanks, sweetie,” he slides the paper away, “get back on the till.”

You nod and back out of the office. You shake your head as you stride through the store. This is so stupid and where the hell is Mr. Pine? He would’ve at least heard you out and overridden this nonsense decision. He’s been elusive lately and it shows.

You get back to cash as Giselle pops her gum noisily, “where were you, I gotta pee.”

“Go,” you wave her off as you step up behind the machine, “dead in here anyway.”

🚓

The day ends in the furor of after-work shoppers. You finally get free of the rush and into the lot. The air is crisp and whispers of the coming snows. Not quite cold enough as only a cold mist flecks down and has the tarmac shining black.

You go to your car and fish out your keys. As you do, someone rolls up behind your bumper and stops, exhaust puffing up in a stink. You shove the key in the door and glance over as someone gets out, staring at you over the roof of the cruiser. What the hell?

“Finished for the day?” The officer asks, the very same blight you had the pleasure of meeting the other day.

“Yes, officer.”

“Don’t sound so happy,” he comments, “nasty weather, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you nod and open your door, throwing your bag across to the passenger side.

“You’re being shifty… you nervous around cops?” He challenges as he rounds the hood of his car, nonchalantly idling in the lane.

“No,” you shrug, “I’m just headed home. Worked a long day, sir.”

“Oh yeah? You work so hard, don’t ya?” He scoffs, “smiles all worn out, ain’t it?”

He looms close, putting his hand on the roof of your car as his other comes up to touch your chin. You step back to look at him, crowded against the open door. You gape at him, heart pumping wildly.

“Officer, can I help you with something?”

“Sheriff,” he taps the star emblazoned on his coat, just under the fleecy collar, “I’m not lookin’ for your help, don’t you worry, but you look like you got a load on ya so I’m just doing my duty here and checkin’ in.”

You set your jaw. You’re not working, you have no obligation to pander. You’re parked between the lines, your insurance is up to date, and you’re tired as fuck.

“I’m good, sir. Thanks for asking. I gotta get home.”

He smiles, his hand falling to your scarf. He fixes the fabric as you fidget, resisting the voice that hollers at you to push him away. Assault on an officer is the last thing you need.

“Get home and cozy, huh?” He smirks, his blue eyes sparkling, “got someone special waitin’ on ya?”

“Sir?” You frown.

“Dangerous livin’ alone. I’m just makin’ sure you’re safe.”

You clamp your lips tight. He wrote a whole essay about you’re disservice to him, so why is he bothering you now? This is quite the power trip.

“Fine, sir. My cat will be hungry, so uh…”

“Ah, one of those,” he snorts and pulls away.

“One of…” your voice trails back.

“Don’t need no man,” he tuts, “you got your cat. They all say that before they know what’s what.” He wags his fingers as he backs away, “there’s only so much you can learn from books, you’ll see.”

You stare, frozen in place. Is that a threat? Is this all because you tried to help him? Because you didn’t just take his entitlement and swallow it like cherry pie? As absurd as it seems, it’s still scary as hell.

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[katasstrophy]

I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

#—ping! new message from (anon) #AKSHHDJD THIS GOT SO LONG AND RAMBLY AGAIN SORRY!! #but you have a fat juicy brain on you nonnie #idk if this is exactly what you wanted but these are the thoughts that jumped out so hope that’s okay!! <3 #blue lock x reader #—bllk.thoughts!

[christinebloodwrittings]

Till' death do us apart: Chapter 2.

Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Warnings: Blood, violence, harsh language, the v's. Usage of she/her pronouns, bc the character identifies mostly as a woman.

Masterlist –– Last chapter–– Next chapter

Taglist: open...

(Picture taken from Pinterest, creator unknown)

“Hell-born, Sinners, Ladies, Gentlemen, and whatever the fuck you are!” The crowd went wild, every single seat occupied. The lights came on, the referee advancing to the illuminated area, with the microphone in hand and a brilliant attitude.

“Here in our humble ring, I come to offer you an event that, if I say so myself, will be unforgettable. I have to show you fighters whose origin comes from Pentagram City, to the Ring of Sloth, and a last-minute addition, which I will leave for last as the pièce de resistance” hungry roars filled the place once again.

“The time has come, welcome to another night of blood, sweat and tears, please place your bets and remember that if your player loses, you can throw stones at her. May luck be on your side, and may the strength of her fists make you millionaires”.

“I hear this is your first clandestine fight, Ricky?”

“Yeah, I mean, in Greed, this type of things are very recurrent, never been to one myself till’ now, still, to think this isn’t managed by Mammon is crazy”

“Well, we have our own thing going on ‘ere”

“Seems like that, okay, so we begin with our first couple”

“Wanna know what makes my games unique?” his friend nods, sweating.

"Unlike normal boxing, hitting the back of the head or behind the head; kicking, either stepping on, or biting the opponent; holding, trapping or grabbing the opponent's arms, hips or neck are totally legal" he announced with a wicked smile.

“So, your players…”

“Either one of them surrenders and gets killed by the crowd, or they kill each other”  

You could hear the screams of the crowd through the weak walls of the dressing room, that and how much the demons were beating each other in the ring. They were going very hard at each other, it seemed.

Bloodlust must’ve been the best show this hell-hole could offer, giving that the day before, there was already word around that a fallen angel was going to fight, naturally, sinners lost their minds for that kind of proposal, tickets sold out almost immediately.

“So doll-face, I need to ask ya' a favor” Jambo walked through the doors, dangling his cigarette around in his hand, “I need you to stall the fight, I know it’s a big opponent, but don´t knock him out so quickly, and maybe let him make you bleed a little” he blew a little smoke in your face, a distorted grin adding to his fat face, as he watched your face, no reaction whatsoever.

“A bigshot is here to watch” he smiled in return of your wit, taking a few steps back as he kept gloating about his efforts, but how much does it really takes to properly advertising bloodshed? “Exactly, a true money maker that sick fucker, so the more pain he sees the more he´ll invest, and  you’ll get 20% of what he hands out, plus your wager” you nodded, not really caring how high was your cut, in your current state it was better to have a miserable pay than absolutely nothing.

You’ve spent a few days in intensive training, drawing punches to make it seem like you knew anything at all about boxing, was definitely different than waving your spear and oz around. Truth to be told, elegance and strength didn’t go well until Jambo saw you fight, it resembled a ballet, your body moving gracefully and quickly, while your fists could break the earth in two if you wanted to do so.

He loved that.

You took a deep breath, your fingers anxiously playing with the bandages covering your knuckles, they didn't let you wear the proper gloves, according to Jambo, to ensure the most damage to the recipient, however he agreed to the bandages and pads between the joints of your fingers, keeping thus, a certainty that due to an excess, whether due to adrenaline or the tension of the moment, there would be no easy way for you to break your own fingers.

“It’s time” a demoness broke the silence, you’ve been twenty minutes drifting, instead of warming up, “Thank you, wish me luck” you caught the smug smile she shot while watching you walk out of the room.

The bull-like demon awaited you on the contrary side of the squared circle, your breath caught in your throat, not because one good punch at you from his massive humanity could probably hurt a lot, no, that was a fact, but because you noticed Jambo making signals at you, his eyes looking up, making you search in the raging crowd above you, two demons highly dressed sitting in the golden section, the bigshots, you figured.

After the introductions were adjourned, the bell rang, the demon launched himself at you, fully forward hitting your chest with his elbow. You flew against the ropes, using then to propel yourself, a severe punch to the underside of his chin made him fall back against his back.

Mentally you had counted ten minutes, it was time to put an end to the constant violence, the bull took advantage of the second you took your eyes off of it to spit blood, to grab you by the neck and crash you to the ground, a dull sound accompanied your fall, it echoed through the room, a terrifyingly large crack manifesting beneath your head, shattering the floor of the ring.

Your vision clouded for a few seconds, the demon completely deforming, his figure ended up resembling a corrupted dislike of your brother Michael.

His sharp grin mocked you, “So many years of being the devil's defender. Millennia spent training, watching the world deteriorate, unable to do anything for his creations, simply leading them to their eternal punishment. How does that make you feel, Azrael? Are you letting a godless creature win? Are you really going to abandon everything you've fought for? Yourself, your brothers…” he laughed maniacally, your fists cracked due to your strength.

“Your beloved sinner husband?" he rolled his tongue in a sarcastic way on the word beloved, that is what made you lost it.

The demon saw your black eyes turn into a shiny gold color, the whites going completely black, the darkness taking you down into the deepest of the abyss. Your hands weren’t soft and white but black and sharp, breaking into his muscles, “H-Hey, the fuck are you doing!” the demon let your neck lose, air finally making its way into your lungs, giving you free range to let your voice go free in a guttural way, it made the bull shiver and start praying for his life, desperately pulling on his own skin trapped into your iron grasp.

Saying you saw red was an understatement, with a kick the demon broke free, his blood leaving a trail visible in your distorted vision, for you, he had a smirk and your wings in his hand, waving them in front of you while laughing.

“You…are unworthy of all love” you muttered for yourself, the bull looked around as the crowd demanded you to finish him, then his eyes landed on your darkened face, a cold feeling crawling up his spine. “Death, I beg you, spare my life” he cried, “Pathetic” you uttered, launching yourself at him, full speed, crashing your fist into his skull.

The dust from the already broken floor raised up, covering both of you, “Lay still, don’t move, or you’ll be dead for real” you whispered, canceling the nerves and spine of the demon under your heel.

As soon as the dust cleared everyone’s view, Jambo went ahead, taking the hand of the demon into his hands before cheering into the microphone, “He has no pulse, we have a winner!” he pulled your arm up, clearly happy with the result.

A rose fell on your face out of a sudden. The green stem laced with a black ribbon with three V’s embroidered. You couldn’t care less about it.

After the place was cleared, you found your way into the infirmary. There you found the demon, still froze in your work, which you set him free after a swift move of your fingers. His back rose up violently from the bed, his breathing intense and shaking.

“I am truly sorry” you said as soon as he calmed down a little, seeing that you weren’t angry anymore,  “I…I have seen you before, right? when I was…alive”.

“Most likely” I would be lying if you told him you remembered every single soul you meet.

“You are Death, the exorcists sent their master to kill us now?” it didn't surprised you that humans like him had little grasp in the concept of death, they chose to believe in whatever makes them feel safer, but the truth was only one.

“I don’t cause the termination of a life, your kind, and time, does that, I merely am a collector. And the extermination was an unknown term for me, until a few days ago.” Sighing, he took your hand in his, “Figuring that out, caused my fall” he hummed in response to your words.

“Are you against it?” he asked, in complete disbelief.

“I think it is cruel enough making sinners spend the rest of their afterlife among people even worse, hunting each other, so that, on top of it, the best and most sensible solution that they came up with is even more blood, pain and fear, they treated sinners like a vermin that must be eliminated, that is not correct, that is not how heaven should keep things in control” your eyes glowed almost like in the ring, making the demon shiver.

Nonetheless, he caressed your face with a tenderness, that could be considered holy, “Thank you” he starte, “If you hadn’t, they would’ve...” you nodded, offering him a sweet smile, “You may not believe me, but it is truly the least I could do in such a conundrum, I am…glad I stopped when I did”, he laughed and agreed with you.

⚰️ 📻

“Hey doll, come ‘ere” Jambo called you as soon as he saw you coming out of the infirmary.

As you came closer, you noticed two demons in front of him, the air thickened more and more as you got closer.

“This are Vox and Valentino, our main patrons, Overlords of hell” the fancy suited man nodded, his head was rectangular and resembled a television, how odd. “Charmed” you lied, feeling the icks as the taller demon eyed you up and down with a smile on his face, and red drool coming down his chin.

“My, my, what a ravishing creature you are” he had four limbs, one of them grabbed your hand, harshly pulled you close,  you mad the mistake od flinching at the touch of his golden claws againt the curve of your waist, his smile widening at it.

“How much you want for her?” Valentino asked, not taking his red gaze off of you, “Name your price, shitbag, we don’t have all day” he urged after getting no response.

“She’s one of my best fighters, there’s no way in hell I’m givin’ her away” being under contract with him gave him that upper hand, him thinking he owned your soul.

But how could you? When there was never a soul to begin with?

“Well that can be arranged” the moth pulled a pink gun, and without even blinking, the deafening sound lead to another, Jambo’s body collapsed, lifeless against the floor, “A real fallen Angel video, will make me rich”.

You made no attempt to move, one of his hands was dangerously close to the hem of your scars, if he touched them, you would probably have to clean his rests off the walls.

“No, thank you” the hand in your back crawled its way up to forcefully lift your chin up, “I don’t think you’re in position to refuse us, perra” another word for bitch, is that the best he could do?

After a few seconds of silence, your laughter echoed in the hall, “Go ahead, you two have not a single speck of dirt about me that I care being spread to the masses, not anyone that I care enough that could easily fall into your hands, and there is no amount of torture you can practice on me that will make me change my mind” you hissed at the incremental of his grasp on you, “So, gentleman, what card will you play against me now?” this time It was Valentino's time to laugh.

“You know~, I just remembered I like to play with my toys before sharing" he licked his lips with his long tongue, moaning in anticipation before finishing his sentence, his lips ghosting yours, "Can't wait to destroy you".

“I can already see the title of the film, 'Exorcist, divine punishment' first of two parts" you felt a sting on the back of your neck, then everything began to spin, dizziness took over you, losing strength, visibility,

"You can do better 'Tino" the TV man sassed, taking a strand of your hair into his claws, admiring how soft it was.

“Shut the fuck up Vox, see you on the other side, preciosa” he purred before you lost all senses.

It all fade to black.

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[lechemoon]

the one where you think spencer reid is going to kiss you

spencer reid x gn reader

wc: 834 (drabble)

mentions of: magic tricks, allusions to alcohol, misunderstandings, use of open-endings

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every night the team has together is the same when there isn’t a case taking up all their time.

derek’s getting his game on with the ladies, hotch and gideon are chatting it up, penelope’s trying her best to win at a game of darts while shamelessly flirting, and emily and jj are busting a move on the dancefloor.

you’ve been hopping between penelope’s game and emily and jj’s very non-sober dance moves. occasionally, you make your way to whichever table spencer has occupied to glance at whatever magic trick he was doing.

“i-i…. i want to.”

scratch that- every night was the same. tonight is the exception to that.

“reid, it’s okay. you don’t have to say that to make me feel better.” you practically hear yourself sounding pathetic, as if you were a bystander hearing someone else get rejected. the knowledge that spencer can hear your tone of voice change from playful to whatever this was makes you bite your lip in embarrassment.

“i knew it was a card trick,” you say to him, tucking the hair behind your ear (the same ear you felt his fingers touch just seconds ago before hearing a flick of an ace of spades card) and scooching a few inches at a time away from him. “i just… you were so close so i-,” your eyes start to wander, nerves getting the best of you. 

you want to look anywhere but at him. at his confused features, at the hand laying atop the card to keep it in place, at eyes behind frames because they’re absolutely big, and round, and sparkling, and-

wait, no. those are the glasses making them twinkle.

right?

“that was just so wildly inappropriate, i apologize.” you run both your hands through your hair, catching a few tangled knots along the way. you take a glance at him again, daring yourself to at least try to keep eye contact for more than 3 seconds. “and i know you don’t-“

“hey, hey, hey,” he cuts in.

and spencer, who had told everyone on multiple occasions that he prefers not to touch, places his hand at the crook of your arm gingerly.

“did you hear me the first time?” he asks lightheartedly, the sound of amusement dancing in his words. 

the 3 seconds of eye contact you managed to brave out is enough for you to see his smile reach his eyes. “i said i-.”

his halted sentence makes you look at him again, this time holding your stare pointed at him. you will yourself to not break it, and you wait in anticipation for him to finish.

the confidence he had goes away as quickly as it came. he looks away this time, eyes on the floor trying to figure out exactly what it is he needs to say to you to explain what he needs to tell you. and it makes you feel a little bit relaxed that you aren’t the only one struggling to have a conversation right now. 

you think he feels the tightness in your body go away, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. you don’t know if the squeeze is for your vote of confidence or for his own, but it feels nice anyway. the closed-mouth smile come back, and it brings out the apples of his cheeks.

he starts from the beginning again, clearing his throat and swallowing. his adams apple bobs. “i said i… want to.” his hand is still wrapped around your arm, and you feel his index finger tapping. you can read it in his feature that he’s debating on whether or not to say something else. 

“kiss you, i mean. i do want to kiss you.” when you don’t respond negatively, his demeanor changes again. the flip flop of confidence to none and back to confidence he’s showing is endearing to you. 

he slides into the middle of your shared booth to get closer to you, confidence surely back. you don’t move from your seat, welcoming his advances in. 

you’re trying your best to not look too excited at spencer being so forward. you have to bite your bottom lip again to keep your grin from growing. “you do?”

spencer nods. “i do.”

he releases the soft hold he had on your arm so that he can slide the ace of spades somewhere in the middle of the deck randomly. or, what you think is randomly.

you’re not too good at figuring out magic tricks. 

“but first,” he licks his lips as he starts shuffling the cards this way and that, “how about another magic trick? i guess your card right, you kiss me. i guess your card wrong, then i’ll kiss you?” he takes a glance at you, and you can only assume that he’s probably hoping that his attempts at flirting aren’t too bad or too dorky.

and you think it’s the cutest thing he’s done.

you lean into the table, ready to be dazzled. “so i win either way?”

-

a/n: thank you for reading :) i hope you all are having a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night. was thinking of s2 when i wrote this!

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[daemour]

banner by @nixiecreates

Pairing: Hongjoong x f!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

WC: 1009

Summary: You're oblivious to Hongjoong's advances. So he decides to tell you in the most obvious way he can

This took....way too long to write lol. it was supposed to come out like a week ago but I never finished it. atp tho, i just wanna get a fic out for u guys lol so no beta we die like men

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Hongjoong doesn’t know exactly when he started falling in love with you. And to be honest, he doesn’t want to pinpoint the moment either. That’s just not his style at all. He’s happy loving you without any of the theatrics. You haven’t caught onto his feelings, and Hongjoong is totally okay with that. He wants to see where this will lead naturally, so he does nothing but flirt…rather badly. And yet, you are still oh-so blind. Some days, he even questions if you do it on purpose.

Okay, maybe it bothers Hongjoong just a little bit. How much more obvious does he have to be? He wrote you a goddamn song!

“Seonghwa, I’m going to go mad,” Hongjoong complains to his best friend. “How is (Y/N) so dense?”

Unbothered, Seonghwa continues rearranging his mug cupboard. “Maybe you should talk to her,” he suggests, but Hongjoong physically cringes at the thought.

“Talk to her?” he repeats and Seonghwa sighs, finally turning around to face Hongjoong with a look of exasperation apparent.

“You said it yourself, Joong. (Y/N)’s totally oblivious to your…honestly quite embarrassingadvances. Either you tell her how you feel, or you don’t and just continue wallowing.”

Hongjoong huffs. “Stop being logical,” he grumbles but Seonghwa just smiles and returns to his task.

To be honest, Hongjoong might just follow Seonghwa’s advice. He’s a patient man…but not that patient. He values your friendship but knows that if he leaves it be he’s going to grow to resent himself and even you.

“Seonghwa.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!” Hongjoong whines. “I just need your help with one thing!”

One of his mugs slams down on the counter. “Why am I friends with you? Fine, what do you want from me?”

Hongjoong beams. “I owe you! Okay, so I need you to help me convince this old lady to let me on her roof.”

Seonghwa is unimpressed. “Can I go back on my word?”

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When Hongjoong called you to meet him on your apartment rooftop, you had many questions. One of them was how he even got access to the roof, but that was not too much of a worry. He always knew how to charm people and your landlady was no exception.

“Joong, you better have a good explanation,” you start to playfully scold him but stop dead in your tracks at the sight before you. Flowers, far too many of them decorated…everything. It looked like a flower shop and you were stunned at the sight of it. In the centre of it all stood your very best friend.

“Surprise?” His words come out carefully and you can’t help but smile at his obvious nervousness.

“What is all this?” You can’t keep the wonder out of your voice.

Hongjoong smiles gently. “So…you’re kind of an idiot,” he proclaims, the (not so) baseless accusation making your mouth drop open.

“What?” you question, voice hardening.

Hongjoong backtracks, as he should. “Wait– that didn’t come out properly. I mean…you’re kinda blind?”

You stare at him. “For someone supposedly really good with words, you’re sure doing a shit job, Kim Hongjoong.” The corners of his lips pull down into a slight pout and you can’t hide your smile anymore. As much fun as it is to tease him, you know he didn’t mean it in that way. “What really is it, Joongie?”

Hongjoong is nervous, uncharacteristically so. You’ve seen him like this before, when he was best man at Wooyoung’s wedding and when he was working on important projects with a looming deadline, but never to this extent. “(Y/N), I have an important question.”

You frown, taking a few steps closer. “What is it?”

He takes a deep breath before looking at you with such softness in his eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

His words hit you like a truck. “You’re in love with me?” you can’t help but repeat his words although he doesn’t mind.

“Yes.” Hongjoong smiles crookedly, his eyes focused on you. “It was a slow process, I will admit. It took me a long time to untangle whether I was just…extra fond of you or if I was in love. In the end, are those two that different?”

You can’t help the smile making its way onto your face. “I suppose not.”

“And when I finally figured it out, I tried to tell you. Honestly, half the stuff I did was so damn embarrassing. But you just never noticed.”

You blink. “That was you trying to flirt?”

Hongjoong blinks, once, twice. “What?”

“What?” You stare back.

“You didn’t know I was flirting?” Hongjoong’s voice rises in pitch. “It was so obvious! I wrote you a song!”

He’s panicking and now so are you. “Which song? Every time you showed me a song all you did was ask my opinion! How was I supposed to know they were for me?”

“It was labelled your name, (Y/N)!” Hongjoong takes another deep breath as he sees that the conversation is not going the way he wanted it to. “Look, despite all that, I just figured you should know.”

You smile gently, and Hongjoong braces himself for the worst. “Well, thank you for letting me know that you’re falling for me too.”

Hongjoong’s brows scrunch at how you phrased that sentence…and then his mouth drops. “Too?” His voice cracks and you giggle, taking a step towards him.

“You heard me right, Joongie. You’re not the only one in love with their friend.”

Hongjoong can’t help his eyes tearing up, he really can’t. He wouldn’t say he’s an emotional guy per se but in this moment it seems all right to let it all out. “I’m glad,” he manages to choke out as he smiles back. “Can I kiss you?”

The question is sudden, but welcome judging from the shine in your eyes. “Please do,” you whisper, and Hongjoong moves to close the gap between you two. As his eyes close, he can’t help but think to himself that this is the life he wants to have forever.

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[feeder86]

Dominate

Levi loved sex. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it and he didn’t really care that the people sharing the corridor of his dorm all prudishly looked down on the fact that he had so many guys staying over. He was eighteen, handsome, and in college for the first time. There were sexy guys all over the place. Of course he was going to indulge himself!

But whilst he could shrug off most of the disapproval, the thing that did annoy him was the fact that the guy living right opposite him was pretty much exactly the same. Julian seemed to bring a different girl back almost every time he went for a night out; sometimes more than one. However, no one seemed to mind about that. The girls all loved him for his toned body and good looks; whilst the guys admired Julian for his confidence with the ladies and generally fun personality. Julian seemed to get on better with people in a way that Levi didn’t. Maybe that was why they accepted his promiscuous lifestyle more than they did Levi’s. Was that where he was going wrong?

Two months into college, Levi decided to forgo a night hunting for his next conquest and graciously accepted an invite from the people in his corridor to meet up for a social evening in the shared kitchen. He knew it would be lame, so it didn’t come as too much of a surprise when he was trying to stifle a yawn after only twenty minutes. Still, he plastered a smile on his face and made the small talk that was expected of him. Eleven o’clock came and people started to drift away to bed. Within another hour, everyone had gone, leaving only Levi and Julian left behind. The pair looked at each other, seeming to think exactly the same thing.

“What a lame party!” Levi said aloud, looking at his watch and seeing that it had only just turned midnight.

Julian laughed and nodded, clearly in complete agreement. He opened another bottle of beer and seemed quite prepared to stick around and keep the night alive for just a little longer. 

“At least Sally won’t be complaining about you tomorrow morning,” Julian joked. “She says she has to sleep with ear-plugs in when you bring guys home. These paper-thin walls aren’t great for privacy!”

Levi smirked at that. Sally wouldn’t know fun if it bit her on the ass. “I can’t help it if I’m good in bed,” he joked back, suddenly feeling as if he wanted to be a little flirtatious. That was probably the beer.

“Well, you’re doing something right, I’ll give you that!” Julian laughed, nodding in agreement. “Even I’ve heard you a couple of times!” He looked impressed, then added, “Well, maybe not YOU. But I’ve heard the guys you’ve been with. They sound like they’re having a pretty decent time with you in there.”

Levi nodded proudly, deciding that Julian was tipsy enough not to be offended if he flirted with him a little. “You’re welcome to find out for yourself,” he teased. “Although I’m not so sure that you could handle me.”

Julian seemed to delight in being flirted with. It was a weekend and they had both given up a night out in town for this lame party. Maybe Julian felt just as sex-starved as Levi did? “Oh, yeah?” he grinned. “What makes you think that?”

“Because I like to be the dominant one,” Levi stated frankly. “I’ll admit that I’m pretty good at making guys submit to me.”

Julian reacted by losing eye-contact with him. He closed his legs, as if he was suddenly turned on by the idea but unwilling to admit it. “I figured as much,” he nodded. “You definitely have that slight edge to your personality…”

“I have even more of an edge in the bedroom,” Levi pressed on, making an undeniable advance on the guy. “Seriously,” he smirked, “Come see for yourself.”

Julian looked around, as if he was suddenly unsure that they were truly alone, Then he leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “So, what? Do you have handcuffs and stuff?” he asked with undeniable interest.

Levi chuckled. “Handcuffs, ropes, cable ties… you name it,” he flirted, suddenly realising that this might actually happen. “Are you telling me you have a submissive streak?” he asked excitedly.

Julian seemed to consider before he answered. “I might have fantasised about it a few times,” he nodded. “I’m a lot kinkier than most people realise.”

Smiling, Levi let his hand travel down to Julian’s knee. “I really don’t think you understand the meaning of the word ‘kinky’ until you’ve spent a night with me.” His cock was hard with anticipation of spending some sexy time with such a handsome guy.

Considering things, Julian seemed to weigh up his options in his head. “Your room, or mine?” he asked at last.

Levi pulled out his rolling desk chair into the middle of the room. “Sit,” he ordered and smirked as Julian did exactly as he was told. Of all the guys he had had in here, he’d never expected to have the handsome jock from across the hall. “Get your shirt off,” he barked next. Again, Julian did as he was told, revealing his awesomely toned and athletic chest. Levi had never been with someone this in-shape before, but he wasn’t about to tell Julian that; this session was all about his dominance over him. He instructed him on where to place his hands and then watched as a tent formed in Julian’s pants, just as the handcuffs came out. But Levi didn’t set to that straight away; that wasn’t his style. Instead, he made Julian wait, watching as he rattled his handcuffs and realised how restricted he was. Then, at long last, he unbuckled Julian’s pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear, leaving the young stud completely naked.

Julian’s cock was just as pretty as the rest of his body. Long and perfectly shaped, it almost made Levi jealous to behold. No wonder all the girls loved this guy! He bent down, taking some rope and tying Julian’s ankles to the chair, just above the wheels.  As he did so, he could see the guy’s hardness weeping with excitement. He hadn’t been lying, he really did have a submissive streak to him. But again, Julian was in no rush. He teased the handsome boy by kissing him and then pretending to go down on him, before aborting and chuckling with laughter at his torturous ways. He smirked, seeing Julian getting more and more aroused by this. He could smell the lust coming from the guy, as he ached to be touched.

At long last, Levi put a little lubrication on his hand and started to handle Julian down below. Gasps and moans escaped from the guy’s lips each time, followed by frustrated sighs whenever he deliberately stopped. But this was Levi’s method. If anyone wanted to know how he got his conquests to moan with such deep delight after he’d finished with them – this was it.

Levi took Julian to the edge a couple of times; expertly pulling back at the very last second. “You say you’re a kinky guy?” Levi questioned, sitting down on the edge of his bed and pulling the strapped in guy towards him; as if to interrogate him. “I want to know everything. Every last dirty, kinky little thought in that brain of yours.”

“I want to be dominated,” Julian whispered, out of sheer exhaustion. It had been over an hour since he had been first strapped into this chair.

Levi laughed. “I can already see that!” he exclaimed mockingly. He reached in and grabbed Julian’s hardness again, massaging it to relax the guy and loosen his lips. “Tell me about how you fantasise about being dominated?” he insisted soothingly.

The sexy guy’s eyes rolled up into his head from the touch. “I want to be owned…” he confessed. “I want someone to take complete control.”

“Don’t stop there…” Levi whispered back. “Tell me everything…”

Julian was relaxed and more aroused that he had probably been in his whole life; wound up like the tightest of coils. Making him say out loud his weirdest, dirtiest and kinkiest fantasies was bound to ensure that he came like never before.

“I want someone to treat me like a pig,” Julian admitted, his cock pulsing dangerously as the words slipped beyond his lips. 

Levi eased off. Now he was getting somewhere. “A disgusting little piggy, huh?” he asked interestedly. “How perfect!” he smiled. “I think you’d make the perfect little pig for me!”

Julian moaned and listened carefully, having his secret and closely guarded kink indulged for the first time. “I want someone to turn me into one!” he stated more confidently. “I want them to take control and make me look like nothing more than a fat, greedy pig!”

Julian grinned from ear to ear. Of all the kinks he had heard guys confess to him, this had to be the weirdest, as well as the most perfect. What could be more submissive than this?

“Pigs have big, fat bellies on them, you know?” he teased, just massaging the very tip of Julian’s hardness in an almost unbearable way. “Does that mean I’d get to destroy your abs?” he whispered.

Julian moaned louder than ever. “Bury them in blubber!” he pleaded, sounding as if he could come in a microsecond with the right push.

Levi looked around his room, spotting a box of cookies his mom had sent him. He stood up and collected them. “Look what I’ve got!” he teased, shaking the box. “The perfect pig food!” he chuckled, ripping open the box as the helpless, horny young guy watched on. “Open up!” he insisted, popping the first into Julian’s mouth. “These will turn you straight into my fat, little piggy!”

Julian chewed, but even as Levi kept his hands away from the guy’s crotch, he could see it pumping as if it was about to give way. 

“You're mine, Julian!” Levi stated forcefully, taking hold of the guy and stimulating him with the utmost ferocity. “My fat-bellied pig!”

Even with a full mouth, Julian moaned louder than any other guy Levi had brought back here. His long dick squirted endlessly, with high jets landing all over his torso and even on his face and hair.

Grinning, Levi looked at the mess he had made of the hot jock from across the hall. The guy was completely spent, exposed and vulnerable. The sight was absolutely thrilling. But there was one thing Levi knew for certain; Julian would be back for more of this. There was no going back.

After being released and sent back to his room, Julian’s shy gratitude made Levi chuckle to himself. He thought about it all the next morning, still grinning as he went into the shared kitchen.

“There he is!” grumbled one of the girls. “Did you really have to make so much noise at two in the morning? No one wants to be woken up to the sound of one of your one-night-stands coming!”

Levi felt a little ambushed, with them all looking at him, annoyed. In the background, Julian quietly buttered his toast, not saying a word and clearly not wanting to be implicated.

“Yeah, he was a bit of a squealer, wasn’t he?” Levi laughed, completely unrepentant to the grumpy faces that surrounded him.

“It’s not on!” another argued at him. “We all have to live here, you know!”

Levi simply raised his eyebrows and carried on with what he was doing. He wasn’t about to apologise; especially when the person who had actually woken them all up was stood right there, saying nothing at all. But as he got his milk and cereal, Levi noticed that Julian was deliberately avoiding eye contact with him. Was he embarrassed? He’d never been with a guy before last night and probably didn’t want to advertise that fact.

Over the coming days, Levi waited for Julian to come to him to discuss what had happened. But, instead, the handsome jock seemed determined to ignore him entirely. Maybe if Levi was a better person, he could have left things there and allowed Julian to forget the whole thing. But with the guy playing hard to get, it seemed to make Levi all the more excited. It was the thrill of the chase. He was the predator and there was Julian as his juicy little piggy, just waiting to be taken.

By the end of the following week, Julian had seemingly bounced back. He’d been out on the Thursday night and returned home with a new girl. He spoke about her loudly in the kitchen area, as if he wanted Levi to know that he was over whatever had happened the weekend before. That was when Levi realised that he was going to have to get more creative.

“Whose is this massive cheesecake in the refrigerator?” asked one of the guys that Saturday night. 

Levi smirked. It certainly did look delicious and it was large enough to comfortably feed everyone on their corridor. “It’s mine,” he replied. “I have a hot date tonight.”

Collectively, everyone sighed. “You’re not going to keep us up all night, are you?” one jumped in.

“That whole cheesecake is for you and your date?” asked another.

“Oh, the guy I’m seeing absolutely LOVES his food!” Levi smirked, noticing how Julian was trying his best not to get involved in the conversation, despite the fact that he was undoubtedly listening in. “He could eat this whole thing in one go!”

“You’d have to be a real pig to eat that in one sitting,” dismissed the girl who had first noticed the cheesecake in the refrigerator, closing the door to it.

Levi laughed. “Oh, he sure is!” he nodded, noticing that Julian had turned to look. “He’s coming over at nine this evening,” he said directly to Julian, leaving him in no doubt that it was actually him who was expected. “And he’s in for a real treat!”

Waiting in his room later that night, Levi nervously watched the clock. Would Julian show up? Had he connected enough with him, or been obvious enough in his approach to calling him over. But at nine o’clock on the dot, a faint knock came at his door. Julian was standing there, having crept over silently from his room so as not to alert the other people in the dorm.

Levi raised his eyebrows with a grin on his face. “Get inside!” he whispered in the same dominant tone that had driven Julian so wild last time.

When Julian walked in, he would have immediately seen the desk chair, with handcuffs ready to hold him, left in the middle of the room. The cheesecake was sat to the side, along with a large container of full-fat milk. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Julian muttered, as if he was simply talking to himself.

Levi didn’t say a word. He simply stood before the handsome boy, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out his belt, undressing him without a hint of emotion on his face. He could hear the fast, nervous breathing of the jock and could tell, just from looking, how fast his heart was beating.

Before Julian seemed to make sense of what was happening, he was standing entirely naked, with his pants dropped to his feet; his perfect hard-on looking dangerously erect, just like last time. But Levi had chosen this spot very carefully. He opened his closet door to reveal the full length mirror screwed into it; allowing Julian to see his athletic physique. “Tell me, what do you see?” Levi asked him.

Unsure what to see, Julian shrugged. “My body,” he replied.

“Do you see your tight abs?” Levi asked teasingly, stroking his stomach. “Or your strong chest? What about that handsome jawline? Or this cute, little butt?” he continued, grabbing Julian’s ass with that last question. 

Julian nodded, knowing that this was all part of some twisted game that he was being lured into. 

“And what am I going to do to those things?” he asked, lubricating his hand and already starting to gently caress Julian’s hardness in preparation for what was to come.

Immediately, Julian melted, just as easily as last time. “You’re going to reshape me,” he replied. “You want to transform me!”

“I’m going to fatten you like the greedy little piggy you are,” Levi stated more bluntly. “But…” he paused dramatically. “...Only if you beg!”

Julian looked at him as if he had not been expecting Levi’s sudden request.

“On your knees!” Levi grinned wickedly, taking his hand away from Julian’s groin and standing there expectantly.

Slowly, Julian sank to his knees. He hesitated only for a second, then looked up at Levi and placed his hands together. “Please…” he whispered obediently. “Please do it to me!”

“Do what?” Levi smiled, wanting the boy to elaborate.

Julian sighed slightly, relinquishing his control on those kinks of his a little more. “Fatten me,” he stated. “Turn me into your own, greedy little pig!”

Levi sank to his knees as well and kissed Julian sweetly. He resumed his teasing of the guy’s hard-on and whispered seductively into his ear. “Am I going to grow a large, fat belly on you?” he teased. “And a round, jiggly ass?”

Julian nodded and became more aroused with every word Levi said. In fact, Levi estimated that another ten seconds would have seen the boy come already. And so he stopped, leaving Julian gasping with disappointment. But he knew what had to happen now. Without a word, he got up and slipped into the chair that had been left for him. He then waited excitedly as the cuffs were set and the rope was tied around his ankles. But this time, Levi added another rope, pulling the guys knees out and ensuring that his legs remained splayed.

“Aw! Such a handsome boy!” Levi cooed teasingly. He picked up the cheesecake and dug his large table spoon in violently. “It’s such a shame!” he smiled, stroking Julian’s handsome jawline. “A shame that you got yourself mixed up with someone who is going to feed you into a greedy, gluttonous porker!”

Julian gasped with delight. Those words, every one of them, seemed to deliver a shot of adrenaline into his system.

“Open up!” Levi insisted, slapping him gently on the side of his face. “It’s time to fatten into my pig!”

Julian’s mouth couldn’t have been opened any wider. He took the large spoonful like a professional; chewing, swallowing and then opening up again, just as wide. Every now and then, Levi would tease the guy’s hardness, but he hardly needed it; it wasn’t going anywhere. In time, as Julian started to slow down, Levi smeared the cheesecake around his mouth, laughing at the ridiculous sight as the boy’s tongue came out, licking all around it and trying to scoop as many of the calories up and into his mouth. Levi would also space things out, unzipping his own pants and feeding his harness to the jock in short intervals. Then he’d wash it all down with the milk, watching as the guy’s stomach bloated more and more. Julian could clearly see it too, and his legs twitched as he ached to come.

“I meant what I said last time,” Levi stated seriously. “You’re mine now! I don’t want anyone else going home with you.” He paused and looked harshly at Julian. “You’re MY personal plaything from now on!”

Julian nodded in agreement. “I’m yours,” he exclaimed emphatically.

“Swear it!” Levi insisted, taking hold of Julian’s cock for the grand finale.

“I swear! I swear! There’s no one else but you” the guy cried out as he finally gave way, with those forceful jets streaming all over his bloated form.

Julian managed to sneak over quite a few times over the following week. Neither of them wanted to announce their new romance, if it could even be called that. The secretiveness of it all was, in itself, rather thrilling.

“I haven’t been to the gym in over two weeks!” Julian grinned, rubbing his still flat stomach with excitement.

“Good!” Levi shot back. “Pigs don’t use gyms, so why should you?”

Levi smiled at that and gave a short little ‘oink’ of excitement before leaning in to kiss Levi. His attitude towards Levi had completely changed. He seemed full to the brim with gratitude; delighted that Levi was so willing to indulge his kinks to such an extreme. They talked about it endlessly and, over the coming days and weeks, Levi began to understand it a lot more. He knew the TV shows and movies that had sparked the gaining interest in Julian as he was growing up. He knew the phrases and scenarios that the guy imagined to be the most arousing, and he also knew how much Julian’s sexuality was driven by it all. Within only a couple of weeks, he could tell just how much Julian was falling for him; the way he held him in bed, or kissed him upon his arrival. In a way, it almost made Levi panic. He hadn’t anticipated being in an exclusive relationship, but he also no longer had the desire to explore with other guys; not when he had Julian, who could submit to him better than any other guy could.

Being a ‘Trust Fund Brat’, Julian lived on a surprisingly healthy allowance from his family. While other students were scraping by, he’d had money to burn. Now he’d handed over one of his cards to Levi, asking him to use it to buy foods to fatten him up with. That was the only brief Levi had been given. At first, he’d used it to buy in pizzas and doughnuts. Then he’d researched it better, buying in crates of extremely high calorie shake products, which he kept concealed under his bed during the day; bringing them out in the evening when his horny little piggy came over to see him.

It was hard to know which of the measures was having the most effect, but it was soon clear that Julian’s body was gradually succumbing to it all. The gentle softness that covered his abs formed a distinct, fleshy crease across his belly button as he slouched, handcuffed to the desk chair most evenings. The guy’s sides had also thickened, although it was only really noticeable when his shirt was off. However, it excited them both immensely to know that Julian’s narrow waist was on the way out.

“Pretty soon you’ll have a fat, little pot belly sticking out of your shirts,” Levi declared as he spoon fed very soft ice cream to his horny lover in the dead of night. “Then everyone will be able to see what a greedy pig you’re becoming!”

Talking about the future always excited Julian. It made him eat more and made his hardess flex and pulse. Levi only had to watch it to learn all that he needed: Which words worked best on him? Which names got him the most excited?

“You’ll be a whole new man after the holidays!” Levi grinned, poking his finger into the new flesh on the boy’s lower stomach. “You’re going to secretly gorge and guzzle everything in sight while you’re without me.”

Julian nodded. He’d already been reminded of the expectations of him during the three week break. In the time they had been dating, he’d gained twenty-two pounds, taking him from an athletic 140lbs, to a more robust 162lbs; yet it still wasn’t all that noticeable to most people. “I promise, everyone will see how chubby I’m getting when we come back to college!” Julian declared; his voice full of enthusiasm and lust. “I’m going to eat so much for you whilst I’m back home!”

“I’m very glad to hear it,” Levi replied, gazing down and seeing how much the guy’s long, perfectly shaped cock was weeping with joy at the thought of it all. He both loved and hated that thing. But having a boyfriend who was so well-endowed somehow made it harder to see him as a true submissive. He poked a finger around the flesh that surrounded the shaft and pondered. “Maybe I can get the fat to start swallowing this dick of yours soon,” he mused aloud. “I want to take off a good few inches off this thing!”

Julian’s eyes widened and he suddenly looked around in a panic. His hands were bound and Levi had been busy holding the tub of ice cream, spoon-feeding it into his mouth. Yet, Julian gave a long, agonising groan and picked his butt up as much as he could from the chair. Gentle waves streamed down his shaft as he came, entirely on his own, from just a few simple words.

Levi had hardly had any time to react. He dropped the spoon into the almost melted ice cream and threw it down onto his table, exchanging it for a large, fluffy muffin. Then he stuffed the fat-filled treat into the greedy boy’s mouth; pressing it firmly against his teeth and deliberately stifling the loud moans that the horny guy always made, never failing to get Levi in trouble with his neighbours.

Even though Levi had not intended to let him come for a little while yet, he was still pleased. Now he’d found something else to get Julian excited, just as much as himself.

Despite their regular contact over the holidays, Levi’s eyes still widened slightly as he saw Julian for the first time. He’d popped into the kitchen after getting back and saw Julian with his back to him chatting to one of the guys. He’d seen pictures of how far the horny guy had been pushing his stomach, but he hadn’t been expecting how dramatic a transformation was taking place from this perspective. Previously tight and cute, Julian’s butt had somehow developed a little width to it. It looked rounder and fuller, pressing up against the material of his pants. The sight gave Levi an instant boner, and he wondered why Julian had failed to show him this change through the many, many pictures he’d sent him over the holidays. Then an even more exciting thought came to Levi: maybe even Julian wasn’t aware of just how much his body was changing!

“Julian’s been eating well over the holidays,” chuckled Dan, one of Julian’s supposedly best friends, once the former jock had left the kitchen. “Did you notice?” he asked the room collectively.

“I noticed!” nodded Emma, one of the girls Levi knew that Julian had slept with in the past. “He’s getting chubby cheeks,” she chuckled, with a little bitterness.

“And the rest!” exclaimed Dan. “Did you not see his belly?” His eyes were wide, as if the whole thing was a lot more serious than it actually was. “What the hell has that dude been eating?” he joked cruelly. 

“Well, it’s no wonder,” went on one of the other girls, opening up one of the refrigerators and spying on what Julian was storing on his dedicated shelf. “Look at all the crap he’s eating!”

Dan gazed in and then went over to Julian’s designated cupboard, opening the door quickly. Out fell candy bars and packets of savoury snacks which had all been packed in tightly. 

“Shit!” Dan laughed. “What the fuck?”

“No wonder!” Emma tutted. “He’s going to have to watch that, or he’ll end up getting fat!”

“He already is fat!” Dan replied, laughing in sheer shock from their discoveries. “The guy’s a complete pig!”

As hot as it would have been to explain to Julian all that he had heard, Levi decided to keep it to himself. Hearing it second hand wouldn’t have been quite as thrilling as Levi wanted it to be for Julian. Instead, a rather cunning and wicked plan was forming in his head.

Julian sat strapped to the chair. It was a Friday night and so the two boys went late into the night, stuffing and packing as much as they could into the transforming porker. Levi noticed with glee that the boy’s chubby butt seemed to be spreading out a little wider in the seat and his overall capacity had increased dramatically over the last few weeks. Tonight, his beautiful belly had bloated up well, looking round and packed to the brim. And so it should have been; Julian had been fed a feast of treats: a rather strange mix of ice creams, cookies, bacon, pizzas and sodas; along with the usual calorie shakes that Levi had become accustomed to making.

“Ugh, I don’t think I can actually finish this…” Julian winced, twitching his strapped up hands as if he itched to stroke and soothe his tight gut.

“That’s all right,” Levi smiled. “I don’t need you to eat it all. Do you want a little break?”

Julian looked up at him, completely shocked, for this was not how Levi usually pushed him. Levi didn’t compromise when it came to feeding his pig.

“Yeah, please,” Julian nodded with relief. “Just a quick break.”

Levi smiled. “Okay. But if you’re not going to eat for me, you can wait out in the corridor until you’re ready. Then, with that, he began pushing the naked boy’s chair to his door.

“No, no! Please!” Julian quietly cried out as the door was opened. His eyes were wide with horror as he suddenly found himself being wheeled into the very middle of the corridor, his head throwing itself from left to right and back again, searching for anyone who might come out and see him like this. “Please!” he begged quietly. “I’ll eat whatever you want!”

“I don’t know…” Levi pretended to consider. “A pig who can’t finish his meal is no good to me. I might as well just leave you here. That way, everyone can get a peek at that small pot belly you’ve grown, if that’s the biggest it’s ever going to get.”

“I’ll grow it bigger. I’ll grow it so much bigger!” Julian promised. “Take me back in and I promise I will show you how much I can eat for you!”

Levi smiled. He always knew there wouldn’t be anyone about at this time, but the exercise had helped to make his point. When Julian was taken back in, he ate everything up without complaint. Then the greedy glutton came, knowing with complete certainty that he had a feeder who would push him to the very extremes.

“Who ate my ice cream?” Emma cried out in shock, as she opened the freezer.

“Someone took my frozen pizzas as well!” Dan nodded, sounding unsurprised.

“My bacon’s been taken too,” Levi threw in, trying to build momentum.

Suddenly, like a pack of cards falling down, everyone was complaining about items that had been taken from their cupboards, freezer or refrigerator space. Everyone, it seemed, had lost something.

The timing was absolutely perfect. It had gone exactly to plan. Levi stared across at Julian as the realisation dawned on him. Everything that had been stolen had been fed to him by Levi the night before. His face flushed a little red and he looked over at his secret lover.

“Well, I think, whoever the greedy pig who has taken everyone’s food, should own up to it immediately!” Levi declared.

Julian’s feet shuffled, but he clearly knew what he had to do. “I might have… accidentally taken some of it,” he mumbled.

“You?” Dan asked, dismayed. “You don’t have enough crap in your own cupboards?” he asked, opening it up and seeing that Julian had made a good dent in all of his supplies.

“What the fuck has gotten into you, man?”

“That’s not cool,” agreed one of the others.

“I’m sorry,” Julian offered. “I just got a little hungry.”

Levi looked around. Was anyone going to properly call him out on it, like he deserved?  “You know…” he began, pretending to find the situation delicate, “…we’ve all noticed that you’ve put on a little weight recently.”

Around him every single person was nodding, looking with disappointment at Julian.

“That t-shirt you’re wearing is looking pretty tight. We can all see that belly you’re getting,” he stated, as if only commenting on the sight for Julian’s own good.

Everyone gazed at Julian, as if this was some form of intervention. In turn, a few more people commented on how they had seen Julian cooking up large portions for himself, or sneaking out for snacks constantly throughout the day. But their message was clear and made with complete agreement: Julian needed to do something about his greedy appetite.

Levi sat in his bedroom, hardly able to contain the smile on his face. He listened out until all the activity settled in the corridor and everyone went back into their rooms to study, before the inevitable gentle tapping sounded on his door. Julian entered with a shocked look still on his face. “I can’t believe you did that!” he chuckled, as if the adrenaline rush was continuing to pump through his body.

Levi nodded and grinned, undressing the increasingly stout boy as he always did upon him entering his room. “I needed them to start seeing you as the greedy little pig that you’re turning into,” he explained. “And I needed you to hear the sorts of things they’ve all been saying about you behind your back,” Levi added, giving Julian’s increasingly oversized butt a pat.

Julian’s hardness twitched. “They’re talking about me behind my back?” he asked excitedly.

Levi opened the door to his closet before he spoke, revealing the mirror inside. “Of course they are!” he laughed, pushing Julian forwards a little so that he could see his body better in the reflection. “The best looking guy in the building suddenly starting to let himself go; growing a little pot belly and one hell of an ass! You bet they’re talking about you!” 

Julian sighed with lust. He loved his stomach being referred to as a ‘pot belly’ even if it wasn’t quite there yet. It was simply a little, chubby paunch, but the abs were now very much gone. “Look at what you’re doing to me!” he mumbled excitedly as he gazed at his reflection. He rubbed his stomach and twisted his body to marvel at the changes to himself. “I’m actually fat!”

Shaking his head, Levi closed the closet door. “No, you’re not,” he clarified. “Not yet! But I’m going to get you there; one jiggly pound at a time!”

Just as he had been trained to, Julian sank to his knees. “Please!” he begged, looking up at his dominant boyfriend. “I want to get so damn fat for you!”

Now Levi smiled. He reached out and grabbed one of the pre-bought calorie shakes he’d left out, punching a hole in the top to let the liquid flow out. Then he reached his hand out and pulled at Julian’s chin. “Open up!” he ordered.

Doing as he was told, Julian’s mouth stretched to the widest it would open; as if that would allow him to take on more calories somehow, or to show just how much he wanted it. The highly fattening liquid poured into his mouth, filling it up and making him swallow every few seconds. Then, out came the next shake; then another, and another, providing a hearty base of calories before the food came out. Each time he would pause, placing Julian’s mouth over his crotch and setting his greedy tongue to work in payment.  By the time they both came later, Julian was massively stuffed and well on his way to generating even more comments about his expanding waistline.

“Are you trying to hide this double chin?” asked Levi a few weeks later, as Julian’s head popped up for a brief break from blowing him off. He’d noticed that Julian hadn’t shaved for a few days now.

“I’m just trying out a new look,” Julian replied innocently.

Levi simply shook his head. “Shave it,” he stated. “I’m finally softening up that jawline and I want EVERYONE to see it!”

Julian’s eyes twinkled with delight. He loved to be told how to present himself. He got a kick out of Levi insisting on him wearing tight shirts and pants that showed off his gains; those t-shirts that clung unflatteringly to his developing love handles, or the overly tight pants that showed off how out of shape his butt was getting. “Yes, sir!” he nodded eagerly, setting his mouth back to work.

“Pig!” Levi called, holding out a cookie and feeding it into Julian’s mouth to give him another brief break. This was their routine. Julian could eat so much more than he realised if he was kept busy with a job. Besides, he’d really improved his skills in giving blow jobs recently; so it worked on multiple levels. The boy was so grateful, so in love, and in lust, there was no one on Earth who would try harder at pleasing him with his tongue.

People were cruel, Levi realised, readjusting his crotch as he’d been turned on once more. Since no one knew that he was sleeping with Julian, they didn’t hold back around him. The girls were especially nasty. As if trying to make up for how much they had all lusted after Julian back in September, now they sounded full of disgust whenever they mentioned him.

Levi had insisted that Julian wear his tight jeans that morning, resulting in Emma getting an eyeful of his butt crack. And that had fuelled an entire morning of petty, mean talk in the kitchen. Emma had recounted it over and over again, pretending to gag as she thought back.

It was as if the entire past had been erased. As if Julian had never been that hot, stunner that they all loved. Now he was just the chunky, overfed ex-jock. At 200lbs, his beautiful, tight butt had been bloated and morphed into something of ridicule, rather than admiration. His handsome face no longer looked the same. Those puffy cheeks and slight double chin removed the athletic look that made him appear so energetic and lively before. Now his pecs were starting to grow pointed and a tight, round little stomach was slowly pushing its way out of his torso. Julian was transforming, all because of his desire to submit to Levi – and the eroticism of that was unlike anything Levi had ever experienced. When he heard people discussing the changes like this, it made him want to speed it up; increase the effects; make it more extreme - and get his little pig oinking!

Julian never knew whether he was eating the food Levi had bought in for him, or whether it had been stolen from the other residents’ cupboards in the kitchen. Whenever food went missing, the finger was always squarely pointed at the growing glutton, making him flush red with embarrassment and yet grow harder than ever before. His popularity was dwindling and chains started appearing on cupboards to help protect people’s food. ‘Pig-proofing’ was how Levi described it. He’d then spend hours picking those weak locks to get at their snacks to continue to rile them all up. Then he’d smile broadly, watching Julian unknowingly taking it all down into his chubby body.

“How fat are you going to get for me? he’d ask his horny lover.

“As fat as you want me!” Julian would reply between chews. Talk like that was always so arousing. Levi couldn’t help how horny it got him to hear those submissive moans of discomfort as Julian was stuffed beyond reason. Yet he would still open his mouth and take in more food for him; knowing how it would transform his body.

The chubby boy looked at him in confusion as his handcuffs were unclipped before he had even come. Then he looked with even more bemusement as Levi laid a complete and oversized chocolate cheesecake on the floor. “Come on, Pig!” he ordered.

There was a groan from Julian as he had to lift his bloated body up. Movement was always hard when he was this full, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t keen to see what Levi wanted from him. He was sent down onto his knees and then fell onto all-fours; the little chub that had been gathering on his stomach now drooping downwards, along with the slight fleshiness of Julian’s chest. Levi simply admired for a short while, until he encouraged Julian’s knees a little wider so that his hole was exposed and stretched. Rubbing in a little lube, Levi heard Julian moan softly at the gentle touch, even as the tips of his finger slid inside; knowing that he was being prepared for something new.

Levi grabbed at the flesh in Julian’s middle, pinching it and jiggling as he laughed mockingly. “You’re going to guzzle down this whole cheesecake while I fuck you,” he explained bluntly, as the boy looked awkwardly up at him, wide eyed and obedient. Then, as if to counter any potential protests, Levi once again grabbed at the fat roll around Julian’s middle; jiggling it until the boy moaned in delight. He slapped the widening butt and then pushed the guy’s head, lowering it into the cheesecake that had been placed under his nose. There was only a little resistance and soon Julian’s mouth had been plunged into the creamy surface.

The sight was even more arousing that Levi had anticipated. Seeing his pig’s teeth biting into the fattening dessert for him, with such enthusiasm and greed, his hardness was ready to explode.

“Come on, Pig!” he called again, slapping the softening butt in approval. “Get it all down!” he ordered, now beginning to pushhis hardness inside. He could already feel himself getting ready to come. It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked Julian, but it definitely hadn’t felt as good as this before. He gazed down at him, shouting more words of encouragement for the pig to continue eating. In return, Julian gave grunts and moans of compliance. It was all so intoxicating. Levi could feel the power of the orgasm building and he had to close his eyes to take it all. He was exploding into the chubby boy, like never before. Then he heard other moans from below, as Julian had done the same, cheekily grabbing his own hardness at the last minute and climaxing.

As they both got to their feet, Levi’s face was a mess, covered in chocolate cheesecake. His plate however, had been almost entirely licked clean.

Exams were soon over and the first year had come to an end. It was going to be a long summer apart, as both of them went home to their families. As always, Levi would be spending the free time working, building up cash to fund his studying next year. Meanwhile, Julian would return to his family in Manhattan, living the pampered lifestyle that he was used to.

“I’ve got you something,” Levi smiled, passing over a bag. “I want you to wear it all summer.”

Julian nodded, smiled and slipped his hand inside, taking out a bright red baseball cap. “Thanks!” he replied automatically, turning it in his hands to inspect it. Then his eyes caught the logo on the front and he simply stared at it in shock. “Zarian?” he mumbled.

Levi nodded. Zarian was an expensive brand, but that wasn’t why Julian had been shocked. It was also a brand for very large and heavy men; their sizes ranging from XXL to quite simply ginormous. Their logo was unmistakeable. “You may not be ready for their clothes yet, but I want you to wear this all summer, as a promise to me; a promise of what will happen to you next year.”

Julian looked at the hat with disbelief, then there was an unmistakeable bouncing throb in his crotch. “Next year,” he echoed, with a cheeky smile.

All summer long, Levi had been working. But each evening he had set aside to video call Julian. He’d chat to the rich boy, relaxing in the comfort of the family’s fancy Upper East Side apartment. It was when the glutton would eat for him and excitedly show off all of the clothes in his wardrobe that no longer fitted. He’d also recount tales of family or friends who had reacted to his new, chubbier physique; all of which seemed to excite him more and more as the weeks went by. Levi hadn’t just indulged Julian’s kink, he’d also developed it; made it more extreme and urgent. Now the idea of getting fatter wasn’t just a fantasy, it was a reality. And, even more than that, it was imperative that it happened as soon as possible.

Julian returned to college with a sizeable belly. Levi measured the width of him and placed him on the scales before they had even kissed each other for the first time. “Right, our first job is to push you over the 250lb mark as soon as we can this semester,” Levi declared, seeing that Julian was still about 12lbs off. 

The new fat was hypnotic. It had gathered all in his chest, softening up his nipples like never before. “I’m getting tits!” Julian threw out excitedly, the moment Levi’s eyes spotted them. But that wasn’t all. Julian’s love handles had thickened to rather extreme proportions, even considering the fact that his butt was already strangely wide. When Levi sat him back down in his old chair, he could also see how deep his belly button had become as his fat little tummy rolled up in the pinched position.

“Oh, boy! Look at what hashappened to your face!” Levi marvelled, seeing the fat that had now swollen into Julian’s neck, developing a sizeable chin and almost melting into his chubby cheeks. “You’re almost unrecogniseable!” His fingers explored it all, knowing how erotic Julian would be finding it, having his fat touched again. He slipped his finger lower, inside the belly button and bounced it, seeing how excited and aroused the fat boy became. He pressed his mouth up against the nipples, realising that they were becoming large enough to be developing some real sensitivity now. He listened keenly to the moans of delight and then ripped open a fresh gainer shake from the massive collection he already had stashed under his bed. He shook it and watched the erotic excitement fill Julian’s face. He’d waited all summer for this. “If you think you’re fat now… just you wait and see what I’m going to do to you…” he teased.

Julian’s eyes widened in excitement and he tipped his head back to take the shake, swallowing it down with more speed and enthusiasm than ever before. He wanted this. He really wanted this!

No one was left on their corridor from the previous year. Everyone had moved out, or requested transfers away from the greedy thief who made their lives so much harder. Levi grinned as he saw them all, taking a peek in their kitchen cupboards to see what treats he could feed to Julian later on. The pig was going to be waking up a little fatter tomorrow.

Julian had brought far too many clothes with him back to college. Levi knew how excited the boy got, feeling them all getting so tight on him, but there was no room left for anything else. “You do know, this isn’t just a fantasy, don’t you?” he asked the porker a little impatiently. He was searching through his underwear drawer, having already been through the shirts and pants, now pulling out endless amounts of overstretched boxer shorts and briefs, shaking his head crossly. “Do you really expect any of this to fit in a few weeks’ time?”

“I like it when I put them on and….” Julian began.

“I know you do,” Levi nodded. “But this is impractical. You are actually going to need some clothes that fit” he explained, finally compromising on a few items that they could keep for future comparisons and letting the rest of the stuff go. Most of it, Levi kept for himself. His wardrobe had never had such an influx of a rich boy’s designer shirts and pants. He certainly looked a lot better in them than Julian had for quite some time; all he had to do was sew a couple of the buttons back on.

Julian settled back into his evenings of being fattened. Like the food he was eating, the regular schedule was comforting and predictable. He would allow himself to be strapped to his chair, taking the food and shakes as his hardness was slowly teased and edged. The process could take quite some time. There was always a lot to get down. Julian would gasp and moan as he was stopped from coming each time he got close. He should have known better; he was never allowed to come until his food was all eaten.

The fat boy had been particularly aroused that night. Someone on his course had made a comment about his weight and he hadn’t been able to shake his boner since. He’d been desperate to come, even before he’d arrived there that evening. That was why he had tried being sneaky. As Levi edged and fed him, Julian must have been trying to hide how close he actually was. He gave none of the usual signs, trying to act as normal as he could. It was only when Levi felt the eruption that he knew he’d accidentally jacked his pig off far too early. 

“Oh, Julian!” he cried out crossly. “You know you’re not allowed to do that yet!”

Julian gave a satisfied smirk as he sat back in his chair, feeling that he had finally outsmarted his feeder.

“That was naughty!” Levi grumbled, continuing to work Julian’s hardness regardless.

The boy’s smirk faded a little and he looked at Levi with only the smallest traces of concern at first. He’d enjoyed coming, but he’d never been so disobedient with Levi before. Now his penis was getting sensitive after the ejactulation, yet Levi was still stroking it up and down. What was worse, Levi didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon. 

Julian wriggled a little, but the guy simply reflected that smirk back at him, letting him know that this was exactly what his punishment would be. Julian gasped as the feeling became almost unbearable. He jumped and panted, but never once told Levi to stop; even as Levi placed his palm over the head of Julian’s cock and ground into it with that sly smile on his face.

“Fat boy is not allowed to come until I say,” Levi stated with absolute authority.

“I understand!” Julian squeaked, almost in panic. “I understand!”

“You’re going to eat even more than I had planned tonight,” he demanded. “Pig has to be punished.”

“I will! I promise!” Julian bellowed back, repeating it over and over until Levi finally pulled his hand away. He was true to his word too; gaining an appetite that Levi had rarely seen in him. His hardness never faded. Julian had always wanted to be owned and dominated. Now he seemed to understand, even better than before, just how far Levi was willing to go.

Julian’s punishment continued over the next few days. Levi was concerned over how much the blubbery guy had enjoyed coming early, and the consequence that had been given to him. So instead, Levi began a hands-free strategy. No matter how much he begged, Julian was strapped to his chair and not stimulated by Levi at all. “You need to earn my trust back,” Levi simply stated as he watched Julian’s untouched hardness dribble with arousal. “Obedience will need to be trained back into you.”

When everything was eaten, Levi simply unstrapped him and watched as the guy’s hand flew in desperation onto his aching erection, stroking it with a ferocity; needing to come as fast as possible. Some days, Levi would insist that Julian got up off his chair and slide onto all-fours on the floor. It was always amusing to watch that bloated gut sag and jiggle as Julian came all over the carpet like a pig. Other days, he would allow Julian to stay where he was. As the guy worked his hardness, Levi would pick up the flab around Julian’s stomach and push his arm back so that the fat sat effortlessly on his wrist, jiggling and shaking from the movement of the guy’s attempt at masturbating. 

It was November and still Levi hadn’t touched Julian in the way that he was used to. He knew that Julian had learned his lesson, but the punishment had had the most remarkable effect on Julian’s appetite. He now seemed more willing than ever to submit. He ate, he gorged, he talked about getting fatter every second of the day. 

Like a true glutton, Julian snacked constantly, taking down sodas and cookies with only one aim in mind. Even his fat clothes were getting tight, with an umistakable build up of lard in his tummy, chest and butt. Levi especially admired the way the fat had crept from the guy’s chest and under his arms, giving his shoulder blades a strange puffiness that looked incredibly amusing next to his swollen love handles.

“Do you miss the way I used to make you come?” Levi asked at long last.

Julian nodded; his eyes filled with lust, just as they always were, half way through a feed.

“I’ll make you a deal then,” Levi smiled. “I’ll make you come on one condition…” he looked thoughtfully down at Julian’s pulsing dick, pleased with how well the fat was starting to make its way into the guy’s groin and, in turn, gradually swallowing the shaft from the base. “...Once I resume making you come, I don’t want you to ever pleasure yourself again. Only I can make you climax from now on. Forever.”

“But… the holidays are coming up…” Julian fretted, knowing that they would soon be parted for three whole weeks. That amount of time without being able to come at all was definitely not something the horny ex-jock would be acustomed to.

“Just think of how much extra time you’ll have for eating…” Levi teased, beginning to touch Julian’s dick for the first time in weeks.

Julian moaned in surrender as their lips met and tongues slid into each other’s mouths. Of course Julian agreed; parting with yet another piece of control over his life.

The New Year brought even greater revelations as Julian returned with the most shocking news. 

“They bought you an apartment?” Levi asked, flabbergasted that Julian had been keeping this little surprise right up until they had arrived back in college that January.

“My dad decided that the dorms clearly weren’t encouraging a healthy lifestyle…” he smiled, rubbing his bulging belly fat and giving it a pinch. Having gained so consistently over the last few months, Julian had seemingly developed layer upon layer of fat; blubbering up to make him appear more fleshy and lardy than ever before. “It’s across the street from this super expensive gym they’ve signed me up for as well… as a Christmas present,” he grumbled. He looked a little sheepish and shook his head. “But I have no intention of using the gym,” he clarified, trying to assert his absolute determination on that point.

“So your folks think that if they get you out of these dorms you’ll suddenly start losing all the fat you’ve been packing on?” Levi chuckled to himself.

“Something like that,” Julian nodded, mindlessly picking at the cookies Levi had brought over with him.

“You know that I need you a lot fatter than this, don’t you?” Levi asked, always loving the way Julian’s eyes sparkled with arousal whenever he talked about making him even fatter. “You do also realise that alll this blubber is only just the beginning of what I have planned for you?”

Julian’s big, docile eyes looked up at Levi as he moved to stand over him, before sliding behind him to whisper into the softening boy’s ear. 

“If your family want to buy you a nice apartment to live in, that’s fine by me. But I’m coming with you…”

Julian’s arousal could be heard in the sudden deep breaths that he was taking as Levi’s hand swept over his large, doughy stomach.

“Out of the frying pan and into the fire. I think your folks have just given me the perfect opportunity to keep my greedy little piggy growing twenty-four hours a day!”

It wasn’t long before Levi had packed up his stuff and signed out of the dorms, eagerly counting up how much cash he would be saving by living rent-free with Julian. Money that he could reinvest into massive amounts of calories and joyously pour down his fat boy’s throat.

Obesity had taken Julian, there was no doubt about it. His stomach was bulging like never before and even his arms had become fleshy and jiggly as he began to make a steady climb up and over 270lbs. Watching the gentle flutter of body fat as he strolled around the apartment naked was intoxicating; the awkward grunts as he bent down to slide socks on in the morning. The gut was now starting to wrap around his back, making him almost stoop forwards with the increasing mass of it. Then came the lines where the fat began to fold and eventually emerge into creases of blubber that asserted the dominance of the love handles. Oh, those beautiful fleshy love handles! 

Meanwhile. Levi had dutifully taken the free gym membership that Julian had been gifted by his family. In doing so, he had discovered a whole new thrill of working out with the personal trainer, whilst leaving a whole stack of gainer shakes for Julian to finish before he got back. As long as he answered to the name Julian at the gym, no one would ever know.

As the exam season arrived, Julian and Levi found their shared lives consumed in a way that it had never been before. Suddenly the reality of only having a single year left in college dawned upon them both. But whilst the shift in focus had been entirely justified in order to finish their academic year on a high, Julian’s gains had started to plateau for the first time. Partly, he had become slightly enthralled with how toned and fit Levi was getting with the personal trainers in the gym. The contrast between them was even more distinct once they both got shirtless after a day of lectures, and the thrill of their very different bodies led to more than a few steamy sessions together.

It hadn’t been something Levi had especially looked forward to, heading out to Manhatten with Julian to meet his family. But now that they were over eighteen months into their relationship, with only a single year left of college, they both knew that this was something that had to be done; speaking at length about it for months. Julian had laid the groundwork, heading home for a weekend a few weeks earlier to drop the bombshell that he was dating another guy. It meant that Levi wouldn’t have to sit there as Julian awkwardly explained their relationship, with all of them having plenty of time to get used to the idea first. Still, the prospect clouded his mind for weeks.

No one was home when they both arrived. Even though Julian had taken Levi on a virtual tour of the apartment many times in the past when they were online together, it was still incredibly awe-inspiring to see the wealth of Julian’s family so lavishly displayed in the luxury of their Manhattan home: enormous windows with incredible views of the park, giant rooms and the most contemporary of designs. Yet, as the time trickled by, there was still no family at home to enjoy it all. The refrigerator was all but empty and there was no sign that any of them had been expecting their arrival at all.

A cell phone pressed to his ear, Julian’s father was the first back, just before seven. He raised his eyebrows in greeting as he continued to chat, roughly shaking Levi’s hand, listening keenly to whoever he was chatting to on the other end. Julian’s mother had arrived back from the gym then, kissing them both politely on each cheek without actually pressing her lips to them; not getting at all close until she had showered. 

Dinner arrived soon afterwards, confirming to Levi that the immaculate designer kitchen was indeed hardly ever used. Then all four of them sat down awkwardly at the large, grand dining table, beginning to make difficult conversation. To Levi, it felt more like an interview than a friendly ‘get to know you’ chat. Julian’s parents wanted to know about his schooling, his career goals, what his parents did for work; whether his siblings had made anything of themselves yet. Then, with each unimpressed and disappointed look Levi received, he felt himself resenting them both more and more.

For the first couple of days, Levi swallowed his dislike of Julian’s family. It was only as he walked quietly down the large spiral staircase one morning that he heard the sharp whispering of Julian’s mother as she grumbled at him before heading to work.

“You’re going places, sweetheart. You’ve got a dazzling career in front of you, here in New York. Levi is never going to amount to anything, and you know it!” She gathered her bag and slipped a light, sleek jacket over her arm in case it rained later on. “Find someone better connected because, I’m telling you, that boy upstairs is just going to be a dead weight.”

Levi heard Julian trying to protest, but his mother clearly wasn’t listening as she slipped out the door. Then Julian sighed loudly and rested his arms against the kitchen counter.

“I see I’ve failed whatever test your parents have put me under,” Levi laughed, sneaking up behind Julian and hugging his increasing bulk from behind.

“You heard all that then?” Julian sighed sadly.

“I sure did,” Levi smiled. It might have been difficult to hear that Julian’s parents disapproved of him, but at the same time, it felt incredibly freeing as well. “Come on!” he chuckled. “You hardly expected your folks to like me, did you? I’ve been purposefully fattening you up since we first met!”

With that, Levi gave Julian’s chubby rear a pat and grabbed at both of his love handles, pinching and jiggling them; immediately taking away Julian’s depressed state. Now that Levi had met Julian’s parents, he felt like he understood his boyfriend more than ever before. He’d grown up with two cold, money-hungry parents who had clearly never put him first in their entire lives. They’d been overly concerned about looks, wealth and status, sending their boy off to college in the hopes that he would return, ready to live life in exactly the same way that they had. But Julian had always wanted something else; that true feeling of being properly loved and looked after; fattened to the point that no one could doubt how much he was cared for.

“I want to apologise to you,” Julian stated seriously. “I think, ever since we moved in together, it was obvious that we couldn’t keep our relationship just between us anymore; that we would have to do the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing by coming here.” His hand went back to exploring Levi’s large rear, pulling down his pants to get a peek at the blubbery cheeks. “I think it may have been holding me back a little bit; stopping me from doing what I was always meant to be doing.”

“And what is that?” Levi asked. His dick already hard; it had always been pathetically easy to get him aroused.

“Now that your parents have decided they don’t like me, your final safety net has gone. There’s nothing holding me back anymore; nonone’s approval that I need to obtain. If your parents don’t want me to have you, I’m going to take you anyway. I’m going to turn their chubby boy into the greediest, most disgustingly fat piggy that they’ve ever seen.”

Like always, Julian’s eyes sparkled with lust as he craned his neck to see Levi feeling up his rear; squishing and bouncing the glutes in the way he always did before he would bend Julian over the counter and take him there and then.

“I’m done hiding this. From now on, I want everyone to know exactly what we are to each other.” He pointed to himself and then at Julian. “I’m the feeder and you’re my big, fat, growing pig.”

Julian looked aroused enough to climax right there and then. He’d always loved Levi making declarations about how fat he was going to make him, but this one felt more real than ever; that this really was it; the final mental shiftt that they both needed to make in order to ensure their fantasies became a reality.

Levi saw Julian’s parents several times over the coming months and years; relishing in their mutual shock and disapproval of Julian’s physique. It was one of the things he was most excited about as their wedding day approached; letting them see just how much he had pushed and pushed the weight onto their boy as he stood there in his custom made suit; large bulging belly pushing its way out in all directions. At over four hundred and fifty pounds, Julian’s entire neck had completely disappeared, with his fat-filled chins constantly kept shaven and on display for all to see. His face had widened with the balloon-like cheeks swelling up with each passing week; yet those piggish, lustful eyes still sparked with desire. He grunted as he stood up to use the bathroom and watching the enormous man struggle to move when he was stuffed never failed to get Levi hard. Every inch of his body spoke of his monstrous obesity; the sagging of his enormous former pecs, the mass of his giant, flabby arms and thighs. Every stick of furniture they owned groaned under the weight of Julian’s wide and lard-filled rear. Even now, sat at the top table at their wedding reception, Levi secretly longed for Julian’s inadequate chair to buckle underneath him, sending his almost spherical husband crashing to the floor in front of all of their guests.

“Try some of this,” Levi smiled wickedly, feeding Julian from his own plate in what most others would view as an entirely romantic gesture. But if Levi couldn’t will the chair to break, the least he could do was to ensure that Julian’s most strained shirt button blew before the end of the night. With a two-week all-inclusive honeymoon to enjoy from tomorrow, the journey to five hundred pounds and beyond was well and truly underway.

Julian watched as Levi’s greedy, obedient mouth opened and accepted whatever was on the fork without a second thought, hopeful that the boy’s parents would be scowling at him from further down the table.

“Just think,” Levi teased, placing his hand on Julian’s bloated, ball-like gut and stroking it just below the table, “you could have been marrying some beautiful, well-connected member of New York’s elite right now. That gorgeous, hunky guy I met in college could have had any girl he wanted, until I came along.”

“Do you think that’s what everyone else is thinking as well?” Julian asked; always enjoying hearing about the potential life he could have had were it not for Levi indulging every last one of his suppressed kinks to fatten up well beyond the gigantic size he was today.

“Of course they are,” Levi nodded discreetly. “They’re thinking what a shame it is that you fell into my hands; that you let yourself go and allowed yourself to be so uncompromisingly overfed by me, day after day. You’ve been fattened into a pig, Julian.”

“Do you think they’ll miss us if we sneak back to our room for a little bit later?” the horny, greedy man asked before filling his mouth with even more food.

Levi smiled and placed his strong arm over the wide shoulders of his massively obese husband, whispering into his ear. “Not just yet, Piggy,” he teased. “We’ve got a five-tier cake to cut and I’ve been training your appetite up for weeks in preparation for this. It’s time to show our guests exactly what my pig is made of…”

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Yes, My Lady?; Pt.2

Characters: Ada Tennant/fem!reader

Cw: a bit of angst, pinning, secrets to be spilled and more.. (just wrote this at 12am..so if there’s some spelling mistakes i apologize in advance :P)

A/n: I love my wife. Real.

The sudden question by Tennant made Y/n’s breath hitch. ‘move in together? It’s nearly been a few weeks since we met!’; she thought as Tennant smiled, looking around the apartment.

“I know its so sudden but, I could use the company my lady”

Sighing, Y/n didn’t know what to say, it was too sudden, yet something was telling her to accept.

“Well, in all honesty..I had thought about it for sometime, are you sure it’s okay?”

Tennant nodded, kissing her hand as Y/n felt her heart melt at the soft gesture. Of course, the move would take several days but Ada didn’t mind, as long as you’d join her

The following days felt endless, boxing stuff and making sure her things were all ready to go. Tennant was outside of what would be Y/n’s old apartment, being received with a hug on her behalf

“You’re here! Sorry I didn’t text you..I was busy gathering the last boxes”

Her lips found Y/n’s cheek, embracing her tightly while the last people finished up with Y/n’s boxes

“It’s alright darling, I’ve got a surprise for you. I’m certain you’ll love it”

After exiting the apartment complex, Ada had her arm linked with Y/n’s, opening the door of her car as they made their way towards Tennant’s home. During the car ride, her free hand found comfort in the soft, plush feeling of Y/n’s upper thigh

“I hope it’s not a trouble that my home is far away from the city”

Ada commented, making the tension between them lessen. As the pathway narrowed, a two story house could be seen from the distance

“I don’t mind, your home is lovely”

Y/n spoke, arriving to the driveway as they entered Ada’s home. A few hours of settling in and making her room cozy, Y/n went downstairs, staring at Tennant as she cooked. Her eyes looking all over the kitchen as Tennant smiled

“Are you hungry? I just finished making dinner, you’re welcome to join me”

Without hesitating, Y/n began taking out some silverware and plates for both her and Tennant; Dinner could’ve gone better, they both sat on opposite sides of the table, and the tension between them returned again. There was something she wasn’t telling Y/n, after finishing dinner, Tennant excused herself, quickly rushing towards the basement.

She decided to explore around the house, there were many pictures of Tennant and who, presumably, was her father. However, turning the frame to its backside, her full name was displayed..”Ada Tennant”. A sudden wave of panic hit her, she’s the missing daughter of Laurence Tennant! Suddenly, Y/n felt a hand on her shoulder

“Oh, it seems you’ve found some of my old photos..”- Tennant paused, looking at it while smiling -“I was rather a rebel as a kid back then.”

Holding Y/n’s wrist slightly, Ada came closer, staring into her e/c orbs

“You aren’t anymore? I’d be surprised, really”

She laughed, pressing Y/n against the table, a few pictures and books tossed onto the ground

“You don’t know what I’m capable of, sweetheart, you’re tempting me..I might not be able to resist no longer…”

Almost disappointingly, the bell rang, she let Y/n go back to her room, sighing and answering the door

Days, weeks, months..had passed and little by little, Y/n was discovering Ada’s secret. She would be gone almost everyday, and during the night, Ada would come home with a bag. Y/n noticed she was an arcanist, always doing anything rather than spending time with her. One night, curiosity got the best of her, and as she was following the steps to the basement, Y/n remembered.

Ada was her childhood friend, after the big crisis occurred, she went missing, along either some valuable gems. She was right, it looked like a museum full of precious diamonds and jewelry, some crafted by hand, others mined and the rest, stolen.

“Seems curiosity lives within you..”

Crap. Tennant smiled, taking her hand and tossing her onto the couch of the basement. She turned on the dim light of the room, letting Y/n see clearly what she had been hiding all this time. However, at the very end of the room, was a board with newspaper articles about her disappearance and..herself?

“Wait, you knew all this time that we met as kids? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She inquired, a bit offended as Ada came closer, taking a good look at the necklace she wore, holding it between her fingers as Tennant smiled

“You still wear the necklace I gifted you a few years ago..it seems you never forgot me either”

As she inched even closer, Y/n placed her hands on her shoulder softly, almost gasping as Ada’s hands traveled south

“All these diamonds yet..you stand out brighter than the rest..”

#reverse: 1999 tennant #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #ada tennant x reader #ada tennant #reverse 1999 tennant #tennant x reader

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Be my Baby ch. 6

Warnings: (angst)

A/N: Sorry in advance.

Word Count: 3.9k

A few days after your beloved pizza party you finally met another member from the army photo. Santiago Garcia walked into the garage with an air about him that alerted you how well-acquainted he was with women. He was absolutely beautiful but he was the exact man you prided yourself on staying away from. Though being in a situationship with a married man wasn’t much better. 

“Hi, welcome to Miller’s Motors how may I help you?” Your customer service voice and smile instantly take over. 

“I mean I wouldn’t mind just hanging out here with you until one of those jackasses come out here.” His dazzling smile is working overtime while he leans on the counter and you can’t help the laugh that emitted from you. 

“Okay, Mr. Garcia suit yourself.” Back on your ‘work’ computer, you opened the Twitter tab again and continued scrolling. 

“Just how attached to Catfish are you or are you still looking at other options?” While Santi frames his question as flirty, he wants to see how you feel about Frankie. 

“Catfish?” Unsure of how you should answer you counter his question with one of your own.

“It’s his callsign from our army days. Mine is Pope, Will is Ironhead, and Frankie is Catfish.” All the tidbits you find out about Frankie make him so much more interesting.

“Okay but why is he Catfish? And what about Benny?” The other callsigns seem to align with personality, except for Frankie’s.

“Well he always had trouble growing his beard and he had a reputation with the ladies at training camp, thus the birth of Catfish.” You can’t say you’re surprised by Frankie’s past discretions, he had to learn that from somewhere. “As for Benny he came much later so we never really thought about it.” 

“Well, what about Goldilocks? I think that suits him, especially because he would go into someone's house and eat their food without a second thought.” Your analysis of Benny’s callsign has Santiago burst into laughter at how right you are. 

“And he definitely would talk about how bad the food is after scarfing it all down.” The both of you are now loudly laughing in the empty lobby like you’ve known each other for years.

“Pope step away from my receptionist.” William is the first through the door and he playfully narrows his eyes at Santi from behind you. 

“Benny we found a callsign for you, how does Goldilocks sound?” At the mention of the name, you and Santi laugh in remembrance of your jokes. Despite the inside joke, Benny looks pleased. 

“How is it that I’ve known you asshole’s years and she’s the one to come up with a callsign for me?” Benny’s large arms swarm around you to hug you in appreciation. 

“I mean we had some names but you wouldn’t like it.” William nudges Frankie in jest with a smirk plastered on his face.

“You know for such a quiet man you are so sassy.” Your words cause a roar of laughter from the group of men and you take that as your cue to take a nice long lunch break. 

……..

“Bitch,” Hearing the drawn-out exemplative from your best friend over the phone brought a smile to your face. Either you were going to hear the juiciest gossip or Dante just proposed, “If you could see this fucking ring I have on right now.” 

“Finally, I’ve been waiting 40 days and 40 nights for this.” There was no one rooting for Ronnie's happiness as much as you. 

“Before we even get into this wedding stuff you’re gonna be my Maid of Honor right?” The sentence tumbled out so quickly that if you listen so well you might’ve missed it. 

“Of course, what cake do you think you’re gonna get?” You take a bite of your caser salad while you listen to her rattle off her top 5 flavors. With a simple hum every couple of seconds while she gets all her excited rambles out.

“Shit, let me call my parents so they think they’re the first people I called.” A goofy smile graces your face at the fact that you were the first person she called. 

“Okay, text me when you’re gonna be free for a sleepover so we can go through the actual details. Love you.” You end your sentence with an exaggerated kiss that she would hear on the other end. 

“It’ll probably be Friday or Saturday but I’ll know for sure by tonight. Love you bye.” Her exaggerated kiss was the last thing you heard before the line cut out. 

It’s been about an hour and a half since you left for your lunch break and Ameilia has been keeping you company intermittently. A slightly disappointed sigh leaves your lips when you’ve taken the last bite of your salad realizing you’ll have to get back to work. When you leave your cash on the table you make sure you tip a little extra since Ameilia snuck you two pieces of berry pie. 

Upon re-entering the lobby you find Santiago behind the front, seemingly taking your place for the long break. He’s focused completely on the computer in front of him and by the time you round the corner, it’s too late for him to close the window. 

“Plenty of Fish? I took you as more of a Tinder kind of guy.” The side eye you receive from him makes it hard for you to cover your smile. 

Before he can say a smart comeback the phone blares and you set your pie on the counter to answer. 

“Miller’s Brother Automotive, how may I help you?” The cheeriness of your voice makes you grimace. 

“Hello, this is Nurse Lauren calling from Lake Montessori. I’ve been trying to get ahold of Rosie’s father Fransico Morales and he listed this number as his work contact.”

“Of course, he’s in the garage can you hold for a moment?” Without waiting for her answer you head to the garage to summon Frankie. 

“The nurse for your daughter’s school is on the phone asking for you.” As soon as he hears it’s about Rosie he’s walking faster than you to get back to the phone. 

“Hello, this is Fransico Morales.” You can see the tension in his shoulders trying to figure out why the school is calling him. Both you and Santi scroll through his dating profile while he talks on the phone. 

After presumably finding the reason for the call his shoulders deflate and he utters a faint “Jesus,”

“I see, I can be there in about 15 minutes.” There’s a slight pause before he says, “Take care.” 

When the phone hits the hook he heaves an irritated sigh before turning to you and Santi. “Apparently Rosie’s stomach was bugging her since she got to school and she ended up throwing up on the playground. Maria was the one to drop her off and they tried calling her but she wasn’t picking up.”

“So she knew she was sick when she dropped her off?” Irritation is written all over Santiago’s face and voice.

“Seems that way because there’s no way Rosie wouldn’t say anything. So fucking irresponsible.” Frankie grits the last sentence out before heading to the back to wash his hands properly. When he comes back out with clean hands and a more patient face he stops by you. 

“We should be back in like 15 minutes.” He slightly bends to kiss your forehead before heading out the front door. Santiago wolf-whistles when it’s just the two of you but you roll your eyes.

After 5 minutes Will and Benny come inside to ask what happened and there’s no time wasted by Santiago to fill them in. You head to the break room to see what would be helpful to a sick kid. Luckily Benny has a collection of tea and you take out peppermint and some sugar. 

You pop your head out only to see them huddled together and gossiping like school girls.

“Hey, are there any pillows or blankets in the back offices?” Each of them turns to you with wide eyes before Benny tells you he has some in his office. When you come back out you place the brown blanket on the sofa closet to the garage door and prop the pillow on the armrest. 

The guys can’t help but watch and exchange looks as you make the area cozy for Rosie. You beat them to it. Looking at the time you head back into the break room to heat water for the tea. By the time you come back out with the steaming tea, Frankie is laying Rosie down on the sofa and the guys are circling her. 

“I made some peppermint tea and I think I have some cough drops in my purse.” As you carefully place the cup down on the table in front of her Frankie watches you in awe. Rosie’s tired brown eyes steal a glance at you and you nearly melt. Even though her little face is sickly pale she’s the cutest kid you’ve ever seen. 

“Thank you,” after he shows his gratitude he turns back to his daughter and continues running his hands through her curls. 

“And if you feel up for it I have an extra piece of berry pie.” Her downcast eyes widen at the mention of pie and it almost livens her chubby face. 

“Really?” She perks up on the sofa and tries to remove the blanket before Frankie settles her. 

“After you drink some tea and lay down kay?” She pouts at his words but obliges and lays back down. 

With all the guys personally checking in on Rosie you head back to your desk and check your purse for those cough drops. There are about three but that should be good enough, plus they’re the ones that taste like candy. You lay them out on your desk before looking up to find Frankie in front of you. He leans across the table with that look in his eye, the one that makes your tummy flutter. 

“I meant it when I said thank you back there. I appreciate you so much, Hermosa.” He places his warm hand over yours. 

“Never a problem Catfish.” You let your eyes fall back on the desk and remember to ask him, “It’s fine that I give these to Rosie right?” 

He laughs at your genuine sweet nature before answering, “Yes, and if it’s not too much would you mind checking on her, I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to.”

“Like I said never a problem.” You give him your biggest smile, making it a point to scrunch your face. 

The two of you share a moment before he releases your hand to head back out to the garage. Coincidentally you find the guys staring at you with smirks plastered on their faces. They say their last comforting words to Rosie and trail after Frankie.

Since two of the three cars were going to be ready in an hour you called to let the customers know. You peer over to find Rosie drinking her tea and you grab the first cough drop before heading over. 

“How’s your tea?” You take a seat in the chair next to the sofa.

“It’s good but I like more sugar.” Her direct answer has you nodding your head in faux contemplation. 

“If you finish that cup I promise to make your next one extra sugary.” She smiles at your bargain and begins tipping the cup back to drink more. “You don’t have to get it all now sweetie but I love the enthusiasm.” 

“What’s your name?” You tell her your name and she says it a couple of times while nodding. You return the question to her as if you didn’t already know.

“I’m Rosie. So are you my Daddy’s friend?” The tilt of her voice makes you think she’s teasing you. 

“Yes, I am why?” You put a tilt in your voice similar to her.

“You’re really pretty to be his friend.” She tries to hide her smile behind the mug. 

“Thank you, Rosie, I think you’re really pretty too.” Her giggles warm your heart and you almost forget the reason you came over here. “I brought you a cough drop but I promise it tastes like candy.” 

“Thank you, I don’t think I feel as bad anymore so can I have that piece of pie now?” Her puppy dog eyes resemble her father’s so much that you don’t think you can deny her. 

“Alright finish that tea, but not too fast, and I’ll get it ready.” You make your way back to collect the pieces of pie from your desk and bring it to the break room. Each piece is placed on a paper plate and you grab two plastic forks from the box on the counter.

When you come out of the break room Rosie is criss-cross applesauce on the couch pleasantly waiting for the pie. A huge smile breaks out across her face when you place hers in front of her and she thanks you immediately. Neither of you wastes time digging into your respective slices. 

A few minutes pass before the tell-tale bell rings above the door and a customer walks in. You leave your half-eaten slice to go back to the desk and greet them. She gives you her last name and you bring up her paperwork in the system. 

“Okay let me check in and it shouldn’t be long. Please take a seat anywhere and I’ll get back to you.” On your way towards the garage, Rosie smiles big at you with purple smeared around her mouth. You wave back before going through the door. 

“Who’s working on Monroe’s Honda?” You call out to the four men in the area, and Benny’s head pops up from the hood. “She just arrived and I wanted to know how much longer.” 

“I was literally about to come inside I’m just running my third check to make sure.” He heads back to the car and you leave to head back but Frankie saddles up next to you. 

“How’s my baby? I have about 10 minutes left on this car before I’m done.” You are tempted to answer for yourself but you know what he means.

“Tearing down that berry pie like it’s going out of style.” His laugh sounds full and boisterous and you’re glad after how irate he was when he went to pick up Rosie. 

The waiting area is the same as you left it and you let Mrs. Monroe know her car is just about ready. As you turn around you almost bump into Rosie who’s holding her now empty plate in her small hands. 

“I finished and I couldn’t find the trash.” You shouldn’t be surprised at her manners since Frankie is her father but you tell her to follow you. She rounds the desk behind you and you point out the trash can under your desk. “If you want you can have the rest of my pie.” 

Rosie still places her plate in the trash but she thanks you before running back off to her corner. Benny slides through the door and checks out Mrs. Monroe so you head back over to Rosie. 

Before you can sit in your seat she tells you, “I have to tinkle.” And just as quickly as you sat down you’re right back up and guiding her to the bathroom in the back. You wait in the hallway while she finishes up her business. The moment she opens the door you double-check that she’s washed her hands. Thankfully Rosie provides her slightly damp hands for your approval.

“What’s your favorite color? Mine is all of them, I can’t pick one.” Her charming voice fills the empty hallway you two walk down. 

“I used to love all the colors too, but now I really love purple.” You look down at her to smile while giving your answer and she slips her slightly damp hand in yours. 

“Purple is really pretty but so is the rainbow and cheetah.” You didn’t have the heart to correct her on cheetah being a pattern. 

When you two re-enter the lobby the both of you are so engrossed in conversation that you miss the tension unfolding while you’ve been away. Frankie stands in front of a stunning woman with dark brown hair who’s seething in anger. But she’s not the only one, Frankie’s irritation is coming off his body in waves. 

Clarity alludes you the more you look between them, there’s a familiarity. It doesn’t take long for the pieces to fall into place when Rosie raises her other hand to wave at the woman before yelling out, “Hi Mommy.” Two sets of eyes land on you and you’ve never felt more out of place in your life. Suddenly being swallowed by the earth sounded delightful. 

“Who the hell is this?” Her sharp but alluring voice cuts through the air and you finally allow yourself to fully take her in. This is Frankie’s wife. You can’t help but notice her polished appearance, her hair looks freshly blown out and her French-tipped nails only add to the form-fitting dress she’s wearing. 

“I’m the receptionist, I just took Rosie to the bathroom.” You try and keep your voice level, not wanting to escalate the situation in front of Rosie. 

“I’m gone for a couple of hours and you pawn our daughter off to some receptionist?” Though she kept her voice down you end up hearing every word. 

As much as you’d heard about her you still weren’t prepared to see her, part of you was pretending as long as you couldn’t see her she didn’t exist. 

“A couple of hours?” Frankie pauses at that to give her the nastiest look you’ve ever seen cross his face. “You dropped our daughter off knowing she was sick so you could-” He stops himself to gesture at her clearly put-together outfit. 

“I didn’t know she was sick, how was I supposed to know she would throw up all over the place.” From Frankie’s face, it’s clear he wants to say something but with Rsoie here he holds himself back. 

“But I told you I didn’t feel good Mommy, you told me it would pass.” The silence that followed her innocent statement scared you, and you weren’t the one Frankie had his eyes set on. 

Shaking yourself out of your stunned stupor you gently coax Rosie to go see her Uncle’s in the garage. For the first time since you’ve worked here, you close the door behind you. The guys take notice and you simply tell them, “Frankie’s wife is here.” Confused faces instead turn into silent understanding and they pause their routine for closing.

…………

“Maria,” In all their years of marriage she’d never heard this tone of voice. “Are you fucking crazy?” The lack of yelling made it even worse, not that he ever really raised his voice. 

“Look Francisco, I had a meeting and it didn’t sound serious so I still dropped her off. Okay? I’m sorry.” Maria places her hands on her husband's biceps but he backs away from her touch. 

“You are unbelievable, they couldn’t get in contact with you for 5 hours. How long could this meeting have possibly been?” It was one thing for her to disregard him but for her to do it to their daughter was something unforgivable. But there was only one reason she would be so careless, and her outfit told him everything. 

“Tell me you weren’t meeting with Chris, tell me you didn’t drop our daughter off so you could run off with your boyfriend.” 

“I-,” A panicked expression crosses her face and Frankie doesn’t allow for any more of her excuses. 

“I’m done. Putting a man before our child is in-fucking-sane.” He can’t recognize the woman in front of him, and he understands how she felt during his addiction. The person he met at the altar is gone.

“I agree. The open marriage thing has gone too far and I’m ready to close it okay?” At this point even she can see her marriage crumbling before her and despite previous thoughts, she’s not ready to let go.

“I’m not talking about closing the marriage, I want a divorce.” The distinction in his voice before he turns and heads to the garage fills her with desperation. Maria follows closely behind him as he opens the door. She stays in the door way silently watching and waiting for another chance to talk.

You are gently rubbing Rosie’s head while she sleeps soundly in a makeshift bed of two chairs. The way Frankie’s face lights up when he looks at you makes her skin crawl. But it gets worse when your eyes meet his there’s no denying there is something between you. 

She thinks back to how Frankie told her Benny introduced him to the girl he was seeing. She supposes it makes sense you are beautiful and you seem caring. As much as she wanted to throw the rules in his face she knew she had no leg to stand on. At this point, she had nothing else to lose and Rosie was asleep so it would only be fair to warn you. 

From the doorway she makes herself known and Frankie rolls his eyes, hoping that ignoring her will make her go away. One look around the room and she can see how outnumbered she is. The men who once welcomed her with open arms now disdainfully glance at her. 

“I’m not sure how well he’s hidden it but he’s a drug addict and his PTSD will always send him right back down the cocaine rabbit hole. Save yourself from the endless baggage.” Maria threw her last card on the table and from the way Francisco froze, it had the desired impact.

No one could have predicted that would come out of her mouth. Your eyes widen at the sudden intake of information and you seek out Frankie’s eyes but he’s turned away from you. Seconds feel like minutes and no one else has said a word. What could be said to follow something so cruel? 

All you want to do is tell Frankie that you don’t think less of him, but that’s a private conversation. And unlike some people, you understand the need for privacy and tact. 

“It’s time for you to go.” William steps in to shield Frankie who keeps his eyes locked on the ground. 

While Maria struts away like she didn’t ruin what little comfort Frankie had, tears begin to rim his eyes. As if his shame wasn’t bad enough it had to happen in front of you. There was no telling how you would feel about him now and he wouldn’t blame you.

Benny and Santiago circle Frankie whispering about something you can’t hear. You stand to approach him but Will’s chest fills your vision. His eyes are cast down in a way that you can tell you’re being shut out of this private moment. 

“I don’t think now is a good time sweets,” His hand rests on your shoulder before squeezing in what you think is reassurance. 

“Could you tell him I don’t think any less of him? And to call me when he’s ready please?” Your voice cracks as you try to keep it together because you’re the last person who should be crying. 

Will feels terrible about making you go but it’s too late and you’re already out the door with your sniffles following. When the door closes again Frankie knows you’ve left and his shoulders begin shaking. The only reason he’s still standing is because of the three men holding him up. Thankfully Rosie’s cold keeps her knocked out so she misses her father’s breakdown. 

@harriedandharassed @emilianamason

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Okay, so I was re-reading your Slider one-shot for like the twentieth time, and what really struck me (beyond the brilliance of your writing, and the way you’ve presented the disillusionment of growing up, expecting the world to be a certain way, only to realize that life doesn’t quite work out the way you think it will, when you’re seventeen), is the casual sexism just tossed ‘round by our main characters!! :o We have canonical evidence of both Ice and Mav being pretty sexist (what with “the plaque for the alternates is in the ladies’ room” and the downright stalker-ish behavior exhibited by Mav at the O-club…), but it still surprised me a lil’ when twenty-y/o Ice was just like: “The Soviet Union did the impossible and taught women to drive” —and I realized that ah, he truly was born in 1959, or something. There’s little scenes throughout your story where I find myself wondering, which one of them is better, in this sense: When Ice tells Mav that Sarah isn’t talking to him ‘cause of his combat kills, justifies it by saying: “You know how women are”, and Mav tells him all women aren’t the same… I thought that maybe, it was Mav; but then later, Ice shows a distinctive amount of empathy for Juno, sees and respects her for the skilled pilot that she is… and I thought that maybe, it’s Ice after all—he does seem to be more progressive and accepting than Mav, in general? It also made me wonder, that if either of them had been a woman, would they even have respected the other person enough to consider them to be a rival??—or would it have a been a mildly-amusing circus side show for them, to have a female pilot at TOPGUN?

Ty for the ask anon!! ice is more socially progressive than mav yes.

But—maybe this is my experience growing up in one of the bluest counties in Commiefornia and then going to one of the most leftist-coded colleges in one of the most leftist-coded cities in The World; uhh, even if a white man votes D all the time & has professional respect for women/minorities to their faces etc, get him in a room with a bunch of other white men, especially in a masculine and competitive environment like the gym or the navy, and uh. progressive or not, what you get is a lot of “The Soviet Union did the impossible & taught women to drive.”

And it was the 1980s. (As a reminder, in top gun’s 1986, less than 45% of Americans even approved of interracial marriage.) It sucks to say it, but if Ice was making fun of Cougar for quitting the navy cause of his psych issues such as they may be, and openly calling bullshit on Maverick’s MiG story in front of everyone, I am quite confident in saying he Would Not respect a female pilot to her face—if they were the same rank. At the same rank, it’s a competition. All weaknesses, even perceived biological ones, are to be exploited and called to attention. —But, once he’s advanced in rank, proven his own superiority, he’s more inclined to favor a meritocratic “sex doesn’t matter just fly good” attitude, ergo his relationship w/ “Juno” (she’s just a literary symbol to show that Ice may have respect for other minorities in the Navy “your career speaks for itself” but NOT FOR HIMSELF as a closeted man). This “who cares about gender/race just fly good” attitude is probably where 50s+ Maverick lands too, which is why no issues with Phoenix.

but jesus GOD maverick is a sexist in the original Top Gun. That’s why I wrote the prologue to WWGATTAI—a part of me definitely believes both he and Ice are definitively queer, but a part of me also wonders, are they just also conditioned to dismiss women as intellectual/societal equals because of their time in the 1980s male-dominated Navy? CAN they really only have a truly equal relationship with another man? I have no idea what my Ice’s sexual orientation is for exactly this reason. Yes, he’s functionally gay by the end of it, and that’s what I keep calling him—but sexuality is fluid & complicated. It’s definitely more-than possible he’s mostly straight and it’s just the circumstances of his wildly intense trauma-bond relationship with Maverick that led to their relationship as I wrote it. If you don’t LIKE/understand/respect women, and only feel at home/excited by committing acts of male-typified violence with the few men you respect, how does that bend your definition of the word straight? ...its still straight, but only straight-ish!

not to take it a step further, but WHY ELSE is canon maverick single in TGM? he canonically can’t make it work with women until he retires from the navy!!! he doesnt know how!!! His military environment is not conducive to normal long-term relationships with civilian women!!!

#and it’s well well documented that career military service does this to you! #Jesus look at cops. 40% etc. #yeah mil/LEO relationships with women are historically quite bad. #if you only respect men & then a man comes onto you—might be easier to sustain that relationship than with a woman you do not respect #I forget where i read it but this is the element of the homosocial vs the homosexual. i want to say Foucault but I think thats incorrect #EVE KOSOFSKY SEDGWICK. from her 'between men: English literature & male homosocial desire.' I think she's the preeminent homosocial scholar #if ur interested in 'further reading' not to sound like a geek #fellas is it gay to like women #after all…women kiss men…so if u kiss a woman ur kissing something that’s kissed another man…gay #ice (mid-makeout): well mavericks kissed women before so really this is the most heterosexual thing i could do #anyway #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun maverick #icemav #asks #edts notes #mav is a social libertarian live & let live & keep the govt out of my bedroom (except for my marriage license uwu) #ice is a social moderate liberal. donates to actblue firmly believes diversity is the militarys greatest strength etc. #(i hope this isn’t too provocative to say but) look at ices outfit in tgm. libcoded. those gay little round glasses? solid lib. #the interracial marriage stat is from Gallup btw; 94% in 2021. weve come a long way. a lot has changed since 1986. #but our fav characters are FROM 1986 too so... we still cant forget that