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umbry-fic · 11 months

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Summary: She awakens from emptiness, and witnesses a God descend.

Fandom: Arcaea Characters: Hikari, Tairitsu Relationships: Hikari/Tairitsu Rating: T Word Count: 2603 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 25/06/2023

Notes+Warnings: This is a canon divergence fic that contains spoilers for Final Verdict and Silent Answer! It's basically Silent Answer Ending A but two steps to the right. It's not a happy fic, and there is no happy ending here.

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Awareness tugged at the threads of her mind, sluggishly pulling her from the empty void upon which she had floated - for how long, she did not know. Back into the world of the living, where she struggled to open heavy eyelids, a whisper echoing in her head, telling her that she had to wake up.

The world that met her was far too bright, a blinding white that seared itself onto the backs of her eyelids when she screwed her eyes shut instantly, wondering if she could sink back into blissfully quiet darkness.

An icy hand closed around her heart, sharp icicles digging into her flesh, refusing to let her slip away. The whisper had sharpened into a scream, one that she knew wouldn’t go away even if she clapped her hands over her ears - it had embedded itself deep in her mind, grating against its edges.

Continuously, as if stuck in an endless loop, it implored that there was something she had to do. Surely, she must exist for some purpose, and it was her responsibility to discover what it was.

But how could she ever do that when she couldn’t even recall her name, her mind a barren expanse that yielded nothing?

“You’re awake.” The words were muttered in a quiet voice that brushed against her skin, finally quieting the maelstrom within her head. In the silence that pressed upon her shoulders, she opened her eyes once more.

Who am I? was what she wished to ask. It was a sensible question that would give her one of the most critical puzzle pieces needed to fill in the gaps.

“Are you God?” was what slipped from her instead, a girl with no name and no purpose, staring in awe at the figure looming over her.

What she had thought to be the sky revealed itself to be infinite panes of glass, rotating in place, their edges catching the light. They broke apart, gathering together to form flocks. Like birds, each with their own personalities - some skittish and skirting away, some daring and swooping through the air. All clearly under the command of the figure that was the centre of it all - a girl clad in elegant white, hair seeming to float around her knees, piercing pink eyes trained on her.

With but a single wave of the other girl’s gloved hand, all the glass seemed to lose their life, raining from the sky to fall like downed birds upon the ground below. A dizzying display of power that made her heart pound in her chest.

Something told her that if the other girl wanted, she could control this entire world - make it bend to her every whim, reshape it to her very image. Then wouldn’t it make sense for her to have created this physical form she now resided in? In the same manner that Prometheus had moulded men out of clay, before Athena had breathed the gift of life into them.

The other girl came closer, hands clasped serenely before her, her pink eyes boring into her own, sending shivers up her spine. Something lurked in their depths, something that she could not discern.

“No, I’m not.” She smiled sadly, kneeling next to her. A God, fallen from the Heavens, lowering herself to the level of mortals. Perfection, lovely in its magnificence, and equally as deadly. All that broke that image of perfection was a lone black ribbon, tied into a sloppy bunny-ear loop that drooped against the side of her dress. An anomaly that she so wished she could delve into and pull apart.

“My name is Hikari, and yours is Tairitsu.”

Every word that fell from Hikari’s lips pulled taut the invisible string that connected them, dragging her closer, close enough that perhaps they might become one. She could not help but swallow, her throat suddenly dry, utterly still as a hand cupped her cheek, stroking softly.

The spell broke when Hikari’s hand dropped to curl around her wrist, bidding her rise on wobbly legs. She rolled the name she’d been given around in her mouth, contemplating its shape. It seemed right, even if her memories were still but a blank, locked behind a door that her name did not unlock.

She gasped, as all of a sudden Hikari’s grip tightened, nails digging into her skin. Not waiting for her to start walking, the other girl stalked away, forcing her to stumble forward or suffer a painful fall.

“Let’s go.”

It was not a suggestion. It was a statement, a declaration of will that could not be shattered.

Without a word, Tairitsu followed.

~~~

Spending every moment with Hikari became her entire life. All that it was, and nothing more.

It was not a bad life to lead, not by any means. She was never alone, her and Hikari’s fingers interlocked as they wandered this strange world that was devoid of any life but their two flames, flickering lonelily.

They would sit on the edges of crumbling ruins together, staring out over emptiness, Hikari beckoning for her to rest her head in her lap. She would acquiesce, her eyes fluttering shut as a gentle hand ran through her hair.

Occasionally, Hikari would pull down a shard of glass and stretch it into a doorway, taking her hand and leading her through. Guiding her to explore memories of other worlds, bright colours that could never appear in their world of glass seeming to pop around every corner, vibrant and beautiful. Only in moments like these would the stiffness in Hikari’s shoulders fade away, the restraint that she always possessed fading away to reveal an excited child that could light up Tairitsu’s heart whenever she broke into a smile.

When night fell, they would lay next to each other on the ground, Hikari’s arm inevitably wrapping around her waist and holding her close, until she drifted away surrounded by warmth, quieting all the thoughts that swam in her head. Once morning broke, she would retie the ribbon on Hikari’s dress, chiding her for not learning to do it herself. Hikari would chuckle, whispering that she would always have someone to help her, the words never failing to bring a flush to Tairitsu’s cheeks.

It was a peaceful life. One that sorrow could not interrupt, where tragedy was but a faraway dream. It was a life that could go on, unerringly, for all eternity without interruption.

Perhaps another person would be satisfied with this. A paradise where one would be forever protected, where one’s vulnerable heart could never be broken.

Yet she could not hide behind an illusion, pushing away all the inconvenient facts she did not want to see.

Hikari never fully let her guard down, always on alert for threats that may not even exist, the shards of glass that followed her everywhere sharpening into a javelin at the most minute of sounds. If Tairitsu strayed out of her sight for even a second, Hikari would materialise right next to her, scaring the very soul out of her body. What followed would be a cold fury that Tairitsu was sure swept out across all the land, freezing the blood in her body and causing her breaths to quicken. It was a wonder that they did not crystallise upon leaving her.

Sometimes, she would awaken to Hikari watching her, that same unknown thing from before swimming in her eyes. And then her expression would shutter, returning to neutrality.

No matter what, though, any question Tairitsu attempted to voice crashed into a brick wall, making no progress. Hikari refused to answer anything, the glare she shot Tairitsu’s way enough to get her to clam her mouth shut.

And on nights when she couldn’t find the solace of sleep, the thoughts running round and round in her head intensifying to a cacophony… She would stay completely still within Hikari’s embrace, gaze fixed on the ribbon she had helped tie that very morning, a replica of the one on her own dress.

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“Hikari? What do you think of the truth?” she asked, hands clasped in her lap to hide the tremble of her fingers.

“Whatever do you mean?” Hikari replied, her fingers, which had been drumming on her thighs, coming to a pause.

“Do you think the truth is the most important thing?” She pushed forward, desperately trying to ignore the terror that occupied her heart - a nasty, scaled beast that only grew stronger with each second. Despite Hikari’s claim to the contrary, she must surely hold absolute dominion over this world, able to control every facet. If such was the case, she could cease to exist at any second, if Hikari so willed it.

But she did not look away. To do so would be to admit defeat, and she could do no such thing. Not just for her own sake, but for Hikari’s sake as well.

“Wouldn’t you say happiness is the most important thing?” Hikari said softly, stilling completely. “If you’re happy, who cares about the truth?”

“I…” She bit her lip hard, tasting iron against her tongue.

“If the truth threatens my happiness, then I will not hesitate to destroy it.” Hikari’s gaze rose to meet hers. Cold and empty once more, lacking any of the gentle warmth that was usually directed at her. Glass swirled around her like a typhoon, some pieces shattering into dust beneath the weight of her rage.

The warning in those words was crystal clear.

And she heeded them, dropping her gaze, not wishing to suffer the same fate.

~~~

She needed to know. No matter what she did, the doubts, the questions, refused to quieten. Who was she, really? Why did some of these places, some of these paths, seem familiar to her? Why were there echoes of thoughts, of distant emotion? Like starbursts behind her eyes, whispers of rage that almost keeled her over, before Hikari’s caring hands brushed them all away.

And it wasn’t just for herself. She wanted to know, so that she could understand why Hikari was so shrouded in sorrow. She wished to close the abyss between them and truly embrace the other girl - soothe the pain that festered in her heart, and allow happiness to truly take root again.

She could not simply forget, could not give up the past and live only in the present, thinking not of the future, as Hikari wanted. Even if time’s flow could not be reversed, she couldn’t give up.

In the dead of night, when the world slept soundly, she untangled herself from Hikari, staring down at her sleeping form. She seemed so peaceful like this; every crease of her brow smoothed away, making her seem far more youthful.

Whispering an apology within the safe confines of her mind, unable to risk saying it aloud, she scrambled to her feet, tiptoeing a distance away before she began to move normally. Really, it didn’t matter. Hikari must be able to see across this entire world. How else did she always find her so quickly?

Her only choice was to get back before Hikari stirred. Whether she bypassed detection, whether she was caught… It mattered not. It all ended tonight.

She didn’t have a destination in mind. She simply followed her buried instinct, letting it drag her in one direction, a thread tied tightly around her finger.

It didn’t take long before her path was blocked by an invisible wall that rippled when she poked it, revealing itself to be an impenetrable wall of glass. Almost certainly set up by Hikari to hide an ugly truth behind it. The closer she had gotten, the more goosebumps had risen on her arms, nausea rolling over her as she swallowed down bile.

Pulling upon the thread that extended into herself, she focussed, gritting her teeth as she savagely tugged against the resistance barring her way. Tearing and tearing, forcing her way through sticky honey until the glass yielded to her control, a hole ripping open in the wall, large enough to glance through.

Within were the nondescript ruins of a church. The walls were crumbling, lone pillars stabbing into the sky. The roof was torn away entirely, surely in some epic struggle, random stones strewn across the ground.

Haunting, certainly, but what -

A wave of raw emotion forced her to her knees, the deluge of memories slamming into her enough to make her scream in agony, her heart feeling like it was going to rip apart. Images flashed through her mind in rapid succession - sitting in the pews of the church facing Hikari’s hopeful smile, hope that soon soured into angered desperation, a frenzied battle over earth and sky, and a sword -

The same sword that now pierced through her stomach, bringing her recollection to a screeching halt.

Reaching a trembling hand to the tip, she glanced down at her wound. There was no blood, just as there was no pain singing through her body. Only cracking glass, rippling outwards from the wound.

It answered all of her questions.

“I suppose, no matter what I do, you’ll always want to know the truth. But I cannot let you remember your hatred of me,” Hikari murmured, genuine sadness painted over her face as she let go of the sword’s grip, letting it dissolve into glass that returned to the sky. She caught her failing body, all strength fleeing from it as she collapsed.

I… I wouldn’t have…

“That’s just you, and I do love that. No matter how many times this must happen.” A gentle hand cradled her face, another reaching to undo the ribbon tied to her chest as lips brushed against her forehead.

With the last of the will she could gather, she reached out a hand that was nothing more than fractured glass, grinding together. Trying as hard as she could to cross that abyss that had divided them this whole time, now that she was so close, finally within reach…

I just wanted… To save… You…

She wheezed, unable to form the words, the consciousness that had been formed from wisps of a soul and tied in place by a fragile body made of lies beginning to escape now that its vessel had been destroyed. Dissolving into the sky, as all that she was vanished.

And then there was nothing but blissful darkness.

~~~

“You’re awake.” The words were muttered in a quiet voice that brushed against her skin, imploring her to open her eyes once more.

Who am I? was what she wished to ask.

“Are you God?” was what slipped from her instead, a girl with no name and no purpose, staring in awe at the figure looming over her.

The other girl stayed silent for some time, contemplating her answer, a smile slowly spreading across her face. One that could be described as serene, if not for the terrifying emptiness that yawned in her eyes.

The shards of glass in the sky rained down like feathers, forming the wings of a glorious angel behind her, two black ribbons fluttering on the sides of her dress.

“Yes, I am.”

#fanfiction #one shot #arcaea #hikari #tairitsu #hikaritsu #silent answer spoilers #final verdict spoilers #finally finished this it's from like january

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inventors-fair · 1 year

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Sticking the Landing: Runners-up ~

Our runners-up this week are @bergdg, @hiygamer, and @hypexion!

@bergdg — Monument of the Guardian

You’re an absolute mad...person (Damn you, broken pronoun-bot!). Well! I love this card. Who knew that there were more ways to make shrines absolutely bonkers weird? You, clearly. Good that you didn’t specify the basic type, because that would make it harder in the five-color Shrine piles. You can activate it at instant speed, spending a mana for a combat trick, or pre-combat swingies. Totally fair there! Really enjoy the slightly slower payoff-kinda notion, and I imagine that if you have one other shrine, you can enchant your second color next turn and then boom, your previously enchanted Plains can function as basically a free spell.

First small wording order, it should be “gain vigilance.” Second flavor order, I like your flavor text. Good punctuation impact. Second flavor order that’s not the good kind, monuments are really darn tangible, and as an aura, I don’t feel that “Monument” was the one you should’ve gone for here. There are quite a few others, but considering monuments in MTG’s history? It’s a small quibble and easily rectified, though. Overall? Supremely happy with this card from you.

@hiygamer — Siren Seacharter

I feel this card is printable. I’m not sure how I actually feel that impacts my judgment. When you have a card that’s great and understandable, it makes it really hard to weigh against cards in the same vein. In the end, this one’s definitely commendable, and also a beast to deal with in limited. The explore-on-attack clause means a lot of free pseudo-surveils, a lot of damage in the air, and a lot of card advantage when you build the deck right. Once more, it feels less flavor-focused, but the flavor of charting the islands is still there, which is pretty cool.

Is it too much? No, but I can imagine that this card comes down and it’s an answer-or-you-die kind of deal. If you have any extra pirate support, that’s just a bonus. I’m surprised that there were two explore-themed cards this week, actually. It’s a very popular mechanic and I totally get that. Perhaps the workshop gives ideas... Heh. No, yeah, all the same, it’s just plain good, and I would be remiss not to include it. Perhaps it’s not as weird as some of the other cards, but it’s not asking to be.

@hypexion — Light Mage’s Might

I’m honestly a little floored by this card. I had to think long and hard about the kind of deck you’re making with this, and how it would play in different formats. I’m a mono-white player in Pioneer (sometimes), and I considered the four-mana go-wide sorcery, and honestly, it’s not that overpowered, even though it seems it at times. The balance you made here is oddly fantastic. Even having a 3 or 4-creature brigade in limited would be awesome, but not too much, also depending on your deck.

I suppose that this is, uh... Gobakhan? That would make the most sense. “Geostorm” is a pretty crazy mechanic, and I don’t mind it. I wonder how it would be flavored for other land types, and I wonder how you would balance it. Honestly, it seems small in its design space to me, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s a powerful mechanic for sure and this is a powerful card. The name’s not exactly blowing me away but whatever, I’m sure that an army of shieldmages will be the ones to do that if the sandstorm doesn’t do it first. Overall: quirky, pretty daring, and an excellent thought puzzle for me.

Commentary in the making~

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #runners up #commentary #basic type contest #inventor's fair

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casitafallz · 1 year

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LTRL AU | Pondside Complete

From May, it seem to fly straight to the end of July before Isabela began to get excited for anything. The pond area was completed and Fran was bouncing to get her Abuelo once they finished the last few details off. Once it was done, then for sure, the area would be open for everyone else.

The pond itself was crystal clear, a basic manual hand pump was installed for someone to do daily to help keep the water healthy and now, even fish swam inside. It took a little longer to figure out the right plants to help keep the fish waste down and oxygenated well but it was still stunning to look into it when the sun hit it just right. The bottom was so nicely decorated with rocks and plants and the rest of the area was very complimentary.

The pond edging had a mixture of plants around to a rocky lip made for those desiring a closer look inside or to feed the fish. The young bushes they planted at the area’s edge weren’t yet growing fruits but that was due to the fact it was out of season for it but when it was, the bushes would produce berries and fruits. Non-edible plants were also complimentary in color, large rocks were placed to break the surroundings up a little.

The bench was done and now adorned the area. It was simply varnished with no color but it didn’t need to be colored. It wasn’t just a bunch of wood that was nailed together to make a bench; the bench was wide to seat two people, its backing was delicately carved with the pattern of vines with large leaves with soft intricate patterns to bring out the plant depth. Its seating was without design for comfort but the sides has softer ornamental patterns but that wasn’t the focus of the bench.

Isabela had been blown away at the skill Mateo had to cave such beauty into the wood. She didn’t ask the price for it; almost afraid to ask because she assumed it was a lot if it made Fran wince a little. Still, Fran had been in tears when it was put into place; a metal plate was added last to memorialize her Abuela.

They let her sit in silence and enjoy it privately for a bit.

The second thing Isabela was looking forwards to, was her birthday. Her 22nd birthday, now only a few days away and getting closer and her heart always beat faster when it came to mind. In part of the excitement but also, fear.

All the last 21 years had been beautiful and amazing. Presents, the party, and the joy of a day just…for her. It had always been a special day that Abuela would praise and be happy. Sure, the last few had been harder with the expectations but it had been worth it. Now the fear of all of that being dropped to further her punishment was a very real thing that Isa was aware of; more so that there was very little planning about guests or food. Would Abuela not give her a party? Would no one give her a gift at such an event?

Isabela backed out of those thoughts as she noticed Dolores’s lurking awkwardly a few feet away as she waited for Fran in the plaza. It wasn’t the first time Dolores had been giving her a few looks; it had been the last entire week, and she looked puzzled.

Isa’s patience was not loving it either. “You going to keep staring at me or talk to me?” She finally called.

Dolores squeaked a little but still looked just as puzzled as she got closer.

“Are you feeling okay?” Dolores asked.

Isabela frowned at her. “Si… I’m fine.” She couldn’t help the suspicion in her tone.

Dolores’s head tilted. “Have you felt…nauseous lately? Extra tired? Sore in places?”

Those were very specific questions. “No to all of those.” She answered, “Why are you asking? Are you worried about me overworking at the pond…or in my room?” She hadn’t made anything more adventurous after her huge tree which was fast became the spot she and Mateo would end up in the odd occasion she was able to sneak him up there. Finding private spaces was near to rare and her room—or tree was the safest area for both their sexual activities or to simply hang out and talk; sometimes with Fran if she was about. She had gotten used to the fact nowhere was safe where she could be out in public with Mateo without rumor, Abuela’s reprimand for interacting with a boy, or Mateo’s family finding out.

Dolores’s expression didn’t really change, in fact, she even looked a little more confused. “You’re not feeling anything different?”

“No.”

Thankfully, she was saved from any more awkward questions as she saw Fran with her parents and Abuelo enter the plaza so she flipped her hair away and hurried forwards to the Lopez family.

“Isa!” Fran pulled her into an excited hug. “Let’s go!”

“Francesca,” Señor Lopez gave his daughter a tight look, “will this take long?”

“No, but it’s important.” Fran gave her father an innocent look, “Trust me!”

Señor Lopez didn’t look thrilled but nodded and allowed Fran to lead the way through town and into the treeline though Isa felt Fran’s excitement grow before she dropped her arm and went to her Abuelo and pulled him into the lead.

Dr Lopez seemed more…perplexed but seemly went along with it to clearly humor his granddaughter. Isa could see he just wanted to see what this was and then go about his day, much like Señor and Señora Lopez. It was a little sad to see the disinterest but Fran wasn’t seeing it and they were at least putting effort into it to appease their eldest daughter.

“So, to make things clear, me and my friends; we’ve been working on this a while now. Isa’s been helping get plants in but she hadn’t used her gift to aid any of the plants out here. In the most part, she’s banned from using her gift outside her room without permission and second, we wanted a challenge” She clarified. “I asked Mateo Marquez to help with a few things of course.”

“How long?” Dr Lopez asked, an eyebrow shooting up.

“About…three and a half months? I know you’ve been super busy now the clinic’s been open officially the last three and a half months but I needed to fill my days since you won’t let me work with you and… Isa had nothing better to do.”

“Francesca!” Señora Lopez looked a little scandalized, “don’t be rude.”

“I’m not offended, Señora Lopez.” Isabela spoke, “She’s not wrong. It’s been nice to get out of Casita and the public eye to work on a…project that forces me to be more…manual.”

Señora Lopez’s lips pursed but relaxed a fraction but she still seemed tense but thankfully, they came to the entryway where they had put a rough curtain of fabric blocking their view to maximize the experience so Fran pulled down the curtain and let the view of their hard work

It wasn’t an immediate response though their feet moved forwards to explore with some tentativeness but thankfully, their disinterest melded away into curiosity though underlined with some confusion.

“I know this place.” Dr Lopez spoke up, his tone colored in surprise as he finally set his eyes onto the pond. “I used to bring your Abuela here in the early days for picnics!”

“Wait, what?” Señor Lopez stepped forwards, “This was the pond?”

“Si, Ava loved dipping her toes into the water or would come down and read next to when she wasn’t working.” Dr Lopez sighed out, “thankfully, she never got to see this place decay but I…never really thought to come back here…more so after it became a mess.”

“Abuelo… I know you were mad that I spent a lot but…I wanted to do this for Abuela.” Fran asked, gently leading Dr Lopez with her to the bench. “Abuela should have become old and pruney like you, it would have been nice. That accident took her from us too soon, and… I get that it’s been hard but I want this place to mean something so… why not dedicate it to Abuela?”

Dr Lopez’s eyes widened as he noticed the sliver plating between the carvings of the back, his breath catching the text:

A la memoria cariñosa de Ava Lopez

12 de enero de 1875- 16 de abril de 1923

Isabela stepped back as Dr Lopez sunk down onto it, his eyes welling with tears before she opted to give the family some privacy. It felt odd to be there for such a personal, family moment when she wasn’t part of it. Fran would understand of course.

Isabela returned to the plaza though her eyes caught the distant form of Mirabel with a gaggling group of kids heading down the pathway though rather than cross paths, Isa headed into the nearest café and ordered herself a steaming cup of Chocolate Santafereño and took a seat in the afternoon sun.

Things had gotten better with her and Mira, she had noticed Mirabel wasn’t seated as close to Abuela as much and now, only their parents or Luisa seemed to seat between them. Not that Isa would take it anything less without someone making an issue. Tio Bruno’s…reveal of the present destroyer had made her wearier of Camilo more than anyone and she felt very uncertain on who she was truly talking to.

Despite the soft changes and they hadn’t had the proper chance to talk alone. The family, one way or another seemed to find a reason to linger or to pull either one of them away and leaving a note wasn’t simply good enough…

“Isabela.”

Her head rose sharply to see Mariano sitting down in front of her at her table.

Isabela smiled politely at him. “Hola, Mariano.”

“I heard from Dolores your project with the Lopez girl is done,” He started, “I hope it was fun?”

She could feel his opening wasn’t subtle and she could sense there was a subtext to what he was saying.

“It was. Right now it’s occupied with the Lopez family, I’m sure from tomorrow, you might be able to visit and enjoy. It’s for everyone, after all.”

Mariano nodded, “I’m pleased to hear it. Have you got any more projects to work on?”

“Not yet.” She had yet to fully think about a new project but she supposed she could look into other hobbies as well. “Ever done pottery? That sounds like a…interesting skill to try.” Aside from her pinch-pots that Camilo threw out, she supposed she could take the time to learn and make some proper pots for her own room. Bubo was getting more active and she could make him a bigger enclosure. B2 was almost fully grown as well.

Mariano shook his head, “No but I know the families that do pottery. You’ll have to ask if you want to learn.”

Isabela wrinkled her nose. “I suppose. Maybe I’ll basketweave?”

“Oh, that is an interesting option, you can easily make all the resources you need and don’t need to spend hours collecting branches.” Mariano encouraged. “How’s your friendships going?”

“While I appreciate your questions and concerns, Mariano, why are you asking?”

Mariano’s good-meaning smile vanished a little, “It’s… just been a while since we caught up. I’ve barely seen you the last few months and I do miss talking with you, even if you’re not my girlfriend, you’re still a friend.”

Isabela sipped the warmth of her mug, enjoying its heat that settled in her belly. “I’m sorry, I’m just…a little paranoid.”

Mariano nodded in understanding, “I suppose it’s hard to trust given the circumstances of the last five months.”

Isabela shrugged lightly, “feel free to blame Camilo for that. He’s used his gift to trick me a few times.” She knew nothing had come from him throwing out the presents, aside from Tia and Tio reprimanding him but she hadn’t bothered to really push. Why bother when he wasn’t going to be punished? It made her look weak, made her look like she was trying to make life harder than it already was. Not to mention, the last time she had tried after Camilo sold her out, she got into an argument with her mother.

She’d rather avoid that if she could. It wasn’t worth it… she was the one that came out poorly in it even if she tried. So for now, the broken pot remained in her room still, both inside a box that she hadn’t gotten rid of yet.

“Ah,” Mariano winced. “Sorry to hear that.”

Isabela shrugged, “Life goes on. I can’t dwell on the unimportant people. I just need to focus on my next hobby and project.”

“Isa!”

Both of them jumped at the sudden voice, her head spun to see Fran racing towards then with a little bit of attitude “Why’d you fuck off? I thought you wanted to be there!” She fired off before she got to their table. “Hola, Mariano.” She added as a brief, calm and polite acknowledgment before turning back to her with a firm look.

“I didn’t want to impose on a private, family moment.” Isabela spoke calmly, “I didn’t want to ruin the moment for you, Fran. I know how much this project’s meant for you.”

Fran’s moodiness fizzed away before she huffed out and sunk into the spare chair at her table. “You didn’t, and I…suppose that’s fine but please don’t vanish so quickly. My Abuelo wanted to thank you, you did a lot of the work.”

Isabela shrugged, “Sorry.”

Fran sighed heavily, “Don’t be, my mother’s offered you to come down for dinner tonight as a thank you.”

Isabela couldn’t help but perk up, “wait, for dinner?”

“Si, I told her you have a stupid 8 pm curfew so we’ll have it earlier and have time to talk and chat.” Fran waved off, stealing her drink for a short sip, and put it back.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Mariano rose to his feet, “If I don’t see you before Monday, feliz cumpleaños.”

Isabela waved him away before she felt the burning look. “Your birthday is in two days' time and you didn’t tell me?!” Isabela felt the urge to bang her head up against the table as Fran began to whine about looking like an amiga gilipollas.

“Dinner with a friend?” Julieta questioned, placing her cookbook down on the kitchen side to give her eldest a quizzical look. Not that she doubted the request but it was odd timing. Isabela never asked her to go to a friend’s house, not since before she was sixteen.

“Si,” Isabela nodded, “as a thank you from Dr Lopez for my work.”

Julieta’s expression didn’t change but she had heard some rumor floating about referencing the Lopez granddaughter and Isabela and a pond. Had that been the project she was working on? Without her gift? It certainly opened a few questions

“As long as you’re back by eight.” Agustín spoke his tone light and pleased, “I’m glad to hear you making a positive impact, Isa. I’m proud of you.”

Isabela smiled brightly and suddenly dove forwards and her arms wrapped around Agustín’s neck.

Agustín chuckled a little in surprise, patting her on the back lightly. “Have a good time but please remember, no alcohol.”

Isabela rolled her eyes a little, pulling back a little. “I know, Papa.”

Julieta watched the two for a moment but opted not to interrupt and began to look for her bowls to get a start on snacks, in most part for Camilo but also to feed Bruno when she next saw him. He had finally started to put more weight on but it was too thin for her liking still.

The last three months had been a wonderful change, it was still hard to withhold her food when people still came to her than the doctor’s clinic but it was getting easier; more so when it was a simple bruise or slight cut; nothing deadly or life-threatening.

As long as she had backup snacks, she no longer had to get up too early just for the town's food and she only needed to wake up for breakfast preparations. Not to mention, Agustín certainly enjoyed her early nights now and seemed to make it worthwhile in their bedsheets and something Julieta definitely enjoyed.

She felt more relaxed.

But some things certainly brought back the discomfort but she tried to at least withhold that from showing. Today was the first time in a while Isa had asked anything of them and she supposed… there was little harm that could be made from her taking an evening out. She knew her curfew and the rules…

“Relax,” Agustín’s voice echoed softly into her ear, pulling her attention away to her husband, now alone with her; their eldest gone.

“I know.”

“Isa!” Fran had been the first one to open the door and immediately pulled her in. “Glad to see you here, now it’s just my parents, sisters, and Abuelo joining us.” Fran went off, guiding her into the house but of course it lead straight to the living room where two other girls were seated. Both were unfamiliar in faces but she could see the shared familia resemblance; neither looked too cranky

“Hola,” the younger of the two greeted, barely looking up from the embroidery she had hand-sewing.

“This is my younger Hermana’s, Valentina—she’s the one that dated Mateo for six months—and the sewing one is Madalina.” Fran poke her tongue out at her siblings though it was clear to see some sibling rivalry with how Valentina stuck her middle finger up at Fran.

Of course, the hand gesture was gone before Señora Lopez came into the living room, wiping her hands down onto a kitchen rag.

“Ah, Isabela. I’m glad to see you made it. Is that for us?”

Like any well-mannered guest, Isabela handed over the simple bottle of wine; not that she would have any herself but her father had wanted her to make a good impression. Flowers were too easy to make for a family that didn’t like magical gifts so wine felt more acceptable in this regard.

“Si, I’m not a wine drinker myself but my padre told me it’s a good year, Señora Lopez” Isabela responded with, watching as Señora examined the label with a smile and a nod.

“Ay, he wasn’t wrong.” Señora Lopez agreed, “Please, call me Bella when you’re here. Val, help your Papa set the table. Maddie, get your Abuelo.” She ordered swiftly, “Fran, why don’t you show Isabela around?”

Dinner with the Lopez had felt odd, but she was surprised at how loud the table got and how heated some of the conversations got when debates started up. Isabela found herself watching in silent amusement as Fran got into a discussion with her sister at dessert and from her previous conversations with Fran, this wasn’t an old one either.

“This is why you don’t work in the clinic, Fran.” Valentina butted in, “yes, we know people are stupid but they don’t want to hear that, we’ll be out of business.”

“Someone’s got to tell them that security ropes stop them falling off buildings. A hint of personal safety would save a lot of injuries.”

“Maybe that’s something you should try and encourage politely.” Valentina rebutted

“Politeness won’t stop from falling off buildings.”

“Perhaps we need to find you a job suited away from customers, Fran?” Bella spoke up, interrupting the two before it could escalate further.

“If I may, I’m starting to think on new hobbies,” Isabela interjected politely, drawing all the attention but this wasn’t one that felt judgemental; but more curious. “Fran would be welcome to join me? I was thinking of starting to see if the pottery makers would be willing to teach us a few things?”

“Pottery?” Fran asked, “Why pottery? That’s a mess and it’ll dry my hands out.” She dropped her spoon to pout towards her fingernails, examining them with great affection.

“I could benefit from learning how to make new plant pots for my room or for making better presents for my family.” Isabela pointed out.

“What’s the benefit for me?”

“Free pottery and you get to beat clay into submission.”

“Oh.” Fran’s eyes lit up. “I never thought about it like that….”

“Ironic for a healer-in-training,” Madalina whispered across the table.

Soon, Isabela helped with the cleaning up though she knew it was due time for her to leave before a knock at the door echoed before Bella left to get it. Isabela accepted the plate of leftovers for her to take back to Casita from Dr Lopez, who seemed to much more cheerful and warm than she had ever seen the man.

“Adrian, I need some ice,” Bella called from the other room

“Coming.” Dr Lopez sighed but hurried away nonetheless. Curiously, Isabela poked her head out though, to her surprise and dismay, Mateo stood in the doorway.

Only his eye was bruised and his lip split but he looked a little sheepish.

“Mateo?” Isabela questioned, “Are you okay?”

Mateo jumped, his eyes widening in surprise as he realized she was there, “Isa? What are you doing here?”

“I was invited, what happened?”

“Ah, he’s just clumsy.” Valentina waved off, unconcerned, and continued to clean the table, “He always used to get into little falls.”

Mateo’s eye twitched though Isabela met Fran’s uneasy gaze. Isabela wasn’t blind that those injuries were happening but… she didn’t like how easy it was passed off, Mateo was not a clumsy man by nature; her own father attested to that. Mateo never liked to talk about it either and seemed to go with the simplest explanation.

Dr Lopez returned before coming to assess the man’s eye, carefully prodding the area, gently talking before seemingly to a firm agreement. “Doesn’t look like you’ve damaged the socket or cheekbone but I’d recommend you keep this on to make sure it doesn’t swell up. Take some pain relief and keep your weight off it, when you sleep tonight, elevated if you can. If it’s not improved, come back tomorrow.”

“Si, Doctor. Gracias.” With a sharp nod, Mateo took his leave, ice to his face as he went.

“I have to go now, but thank you for a wonderful meal,” Isabela announced, and soon enough her goodbyes were done before she raced to catch up with Mateo.

Surprisingly, he didn’t get far, while the darkening sky did hide him well but she could feel the soft leaves brush her ankles that gave his presence away.

“Mateo!”

He groaned softly, turning away, “I’m fine, Isa” The note of panic lingered in his undertone. Telling her enough he hadn’t wanted her to see him; not like this, it seemed.

“Please talk to me. I want to help.”

“It’s nothing, I just tripped in the workshop this evening.”

Isabela reached forwards, balancing her plate carefully and touching him on the arm. He stiffened a little but didn’t shake her touch, not meeting her eye. “I’ve told enough lies like that to know that’s not what happened.”

Mateo swallowed uneasily, “It’s nothing, and can you please just…drop it?”

“You know I care about you deeply, if this isn’t accidental then that leads me to believe someone did this to you.” No one who self-harmed sought out medical attention unless their actions were for attention or they had pushed themselves too far. But… now she really thought about it, Dolores had been uneasy about Mateo’s family and the fact Mateo had made it clear his family would disapprove of their relationship if they ever found out… “Mateo, did your father do this?” She reached for his face.

Mateo shied away a little but didn’t withdraw too much from her touch. “No, no my father’s asleep.” His eyes still didn’t meet and she could feel the growing warmth of his embarrassed flush was hidden by the twilight sky.

“Your sister then.” Isabela knew his mother was no longer in Mateo’s life; either dead or have left the family, she hadn’t asked. But she knew she was absent either way.

Mateo didn’t say anything, which was enough of an indicator, though he shrugged. “I can handle it.”

Isabela inhaled deeply, “I’m…so sorry that you’re dealing with that. Can I do something to help?”

Mateo shook his head. “No…”

“I can get my Ma to heal it-“

“No, I can’t have it healed magically.” He spoke firmly, “Then… then she’ll know I’ve sought proper attention.”

“Mateo, you can’t keep living with that abuse. You deserve better.” Isabela whispered desperately, “please, let me help.”

“Help by not ratting me out! No one will believe me, Isa. I’m supposed to be The Man, I’m not supposed to let a woman hurt me.” He whispered. “If people find out, I’m the laughing stock here because I’m a man. I’m supposed to take it.”

Isabela swallowed thickly but…decided not to press any further. He wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t want to argue and didn’t want to ruin what they had going. “Okay. But…I’m here for anything. You need a place to hide, come to Casita. But… at least tell Fran so she can tend to you less…publically?”

Mateo’s expression remained tense but after a second, he relaxed, leaning his cheek more into her hand.

“Thank you.”

#encanto #encanto au #lest the rot lingers au #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal

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weaselbrownie · 3 years

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U open for a req? Can you do Notice by Little Mix for a Draco smut? Really love your writing aaaaaaa 🙈🙈🙈

notice | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with draco and you are determine to change that

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, degradation, praising, overstimulation, breeding kink (?) (lemme know if i missed any)

word count : 3.3k

a/n : feels like i’ve been dead but hopefully i’ll be consistent again :) also thank you for requesting and hopefully i didn’t mess this up

MASTERLIST

You twist and turn in front of a big mirror that sits on the floor, smiling as your fingertips graze over your figure. Looking back through the mirror to see just the ends of your bed in the dimly lit room. You began to fix your hair into a low ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way of your robe. You looked over the mirror one final time to make sure everything is in place before marching to your boyfriend's dorm. Your reflection was a true beauty, standing so still in the cold atmosphere as the delicate white lace decorates your body, covering only the necessary bits.

Oh, he's gonna love this, or maybe not?

Lately, your relationship with Draco has taken a toll, nothing terrible but it's definitely something, an inconvenience if you will. Since the exams are coming up he has not been able to put down his book, perfecting his skills to come out on top of everyone else. Not that there's anything wrong with being ambitious– he is a Slytherin after all. It's just– he's been benching you to the sidelines, though he still gives you attention he's not giving you the attention that you need. Specific attention that only he can give to you.

The throbbing ache in between your legs has been kicking you in the guts for days and you have been so patient but tonight is the night you change things.

You quietly hum as you pick up your house robe to put on over your lingerie, walking delicately across your dorm as you opened your door, heading straight to the blonde's room. It wasn't a long walk and as you approach the door at the end of the corridor you didn't even bother to knock, slowly twisting the doorknob as you let yourself in.

Just as you predicted Draco is sitting by his desk, drowning in hundreds of parchments and textbooks. Like your dorm, his is also dark, only a little desk lamp to unveil his pale face. You were so quiet he didn't even notice you come in, and so you walk closer and closer to his sitting figure.

With every step, a new feature of his is brighter– clearer. How the top of his head is messy– probably from running his hands over it again and again. How his brows knit together as his eyes wander over the page of the book he's reading. How he bites his lips in between those perfect rows of teeth. Or how his long slender fingers toy with the edge of the paper– the veins running down his flexed arms– oh how much you've missed those fingers.

Right as you revealed yourself from the dark he looked up, his bright orbs meeting yours in the dark. He was happy you've come, you could tell by the way the corner of his lips twitches into a tiny smile he likes to hide– thinking you wouldn't notice them.

"I didn't hear you come in" He whispered as he extended his arms out to reach your hips– slowly pulling you closer to him.

"Well, you had your nose buried deep in those books" You replied with an identical tone, hushing to him in the dark.

Draco was about to set you on his lap before you stopped him, picking up your hand as your fingers grazed over his, grabbing onto it softly as you guided his hand onto your chest. You were halfway there before his hand froze,

"Not tonight darling, I've got a lot t–"

"When is it then Draco?" You snapped at him before he even got the chance to finish his sentence. Shocked at your reaction Draco's brows shot up, looking up at you as if you were an unsolved puzzle with a missing piece. "You're always busy studying! I put in all this effort into myself and– "

"Effort? Not to burst your bubble darling but you came exactly in a school robe, what effort?" He cut you off as you did with him seconds ago.

"You haven't even tried taking it off– oh for merlin's sake–" You continued to raise your voice as frustration takes over you, in which you ended up ripping off your robe– showing Draco everything that sits underneath.

From the way his eyes shot open to analyze every aspect of your body, you really thought he was going to put down his book for a second but everything comes crashing down as he parts his lips. "I'm still busy Y/N," He said as if you didn't just strip yourself in front of him.

He sighs as he continued to speak "Maybe if you go and sit down and be quiet like a good girl, I might just consider your little offer" He finished off his sentence.

"Consider? Oh, you've got to be fucking with me" You started again as the palm of your hands flew to your hips, right when you were about to open your mouth again an idea struck you. Maybe if– yeah that might just work.

"Dray please" Your figure softened as you pouted to him, showing him your big shiny eyes. "I miss you" You continued as you lowered yourself to his lap, your hands slithering around to the back of his neck as you move around in the spot.

"Later okay?" He replied as he kissed your nose.

Frustrated with him you shot out of his lap to stand straight. "Fine, I'll do it myself" You hissed at him as you stomped down to his neatly made bed. You continued your way to the bed as you heard Draco chuckle from behind. You knew he was enjoying this, toying you around on a string knowing he's the only one who could really get you there.

You sat right in the middle of his bed as you got comfortable on top of the heavy sheets. You had a few ideas and one of them has got to work, right?

You began to gently trace your hand from the top of your neck, slowly bringing it down to your collar bone and to the valley of your breast where each sat so beautifully on the cup of your lingerie. You squeezed your breasts ever so gently, drawing out the pleasure that comes with it.

You looked up to see Draco still reading his stupid books. You casually rolled your eyes as you continued your actions. With every movement, you imagined it to not be your own but rather the touch of the boy in front of you. How he would run his hands all over your body before ripping each piece of clothing off.

Your hand left your breasts to continue down to the heat in between your legs. Keeping all eyes on him, you slowly drew your legs apart, touching everything that could be reached before placing your cold fingers directly on top of your cunt.

You were soaked– your juices staining the outside of your underwear. Just then you began to put pressure into your fingers, slowly rubbing your clit through your underwear as you let the little moans slip out.

Draco tensed immediately upon hearing your voice, yet he continued to face the other way, keeping his eyes on the long pages of the book. You resumed your actions and moved your underwear to the side, goosebumps start to form on your arms as the cold wind hit your sopping cunt.

"It's not gonna work princess" Draco called out as he flipped a page. You knew that if you answered he was gonna win, and so you push and push until you could get to him.

Your moans and whimpers grew louder by the second as you worked your fingers faster on your clit, you knew it was starting to bother him, but you needed that one last push to really rail him.

"Oh– fuck" Your moans cut in parts as you found a sweet spot,

"Yes– Oh god Theo–"

The second his name slip past your lips Draco immediately stood up, throwing the book that was in his hand across the room, and sprinted towards you just to rip your fingers away. Right when he touched you, you could see flames behind his cold eyes, anger as you moaned out his best mate's name instead of his.

Draco didn't say anything at first, all you could see was his eyes, roughly as he took both your hands and pinned them right on top of your head on the headboard. "So this is how you're gonna play hm?" He asked as his face neared your own. He was so close that all you could smell was him, how his toxic scent of mint and citrus circles around the air as you inhale it.

You looked deep into his eyes, and you knew he would give you what you wanted all along. The air was thick around you as you didn't answer his previous question. All you could do was wait for him as he trapped you under his body and his strong gaze.

"I asked you a question Y/N, now where are the manners I taught you?" He asked as he slurred his words.

"Y-yes! I mean no or I–" You opened your mouth to answer him yet all that came out was blabber.

"Pathetic" Draco basically spat at you as he pinned your hands higher, making you sit straight rather than slouched down like you were earlier. "Open your fucking legs" He continues as you obeyed every order coming out of his mouth.

You slowly opened your legs as your wet cunt revealed itself, your underwear going to its original position to cover your heat. You could see your juices leaking down the side. You switched your gaze back to your boyfriend on top of you, a small smirk formed on the edge of his lips as he looked into your heat.

You stayed silent as Draco carefully picked out his next moves. Slowly he stroked your thighs higher and higher until he rested his palm right on top of where you needed him, he was so close yet so far away, and so it surprised you when all of sudden he delivered a hard smack onto your cunt, jolting your body awake as your back arches.

He didn't stop there, giving you exactly two more slaps before soothing the covered skin. Tears pooled on your bottom lashes as you looked at him, his eyes still bore into your sopping cunt and his hand strong as he kept both your hands in place.

Draco kept quiet as he slowly moved your panties to the side– exposing your burning cunt to him. Your hole clenches as the cold air swoops over it, the mixture of pain and pleasure clung onto you. Your body jolts once more as Draco gave your cunt another slap, right on your clit where you're most sensitive.

"Fucking Theo" Draco said, breaking the silence. His fingers slither around your cunt as he gathered all the widespread juices. Massaging your clit gently as you threw your head back. "You wanna go down to his dorm now? Show him how much of a cockwhore you are?" He said as each word went straight to your core.

You quickly shook your head but that wasn't good enough for him "Use your words" He spat as his hand broke away from your cunt to grab your face.

"N-no" You quickly said as he tightens his hand around your jaw,

"No who?" He asked once more

"N-no D-Draco," You said as you mentally cursed yourself for stuttering so much.

Draco stayed still for a second, looking deep into your eyes before letting go of your face just to shove his fingers up inside you. He didn't give you time to adjust as he started to fuck you with his fingers.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as you threw your head back and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The continued feeling of pain and pleasure didn't leave you as it got more intense from Draco's actions. His long and slender fingers worked themselves deep inside you, turning you into a puddle under his touch.

"Can Theo do this?" He asked through gritted teeth as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt "Fucking answer me Y/N! Can Theo do this to you?" He snapped as you failed to answer his question once more.

"N-No he can't" You finally screamed out as he speeds up.

His fingers continued to assault your throbbing cunt as he felt every inch of you. How your walls tighten around him every few seconds due to how good he made you feel. The fact that it's been a while since you've done this adds to the pleasure, it feels exactly or even better than the first time he went down on you.

It wasn't long until you feel like you were about to burst. The tight coil starts to form at the pit of your stomach as Draco moved to kiss you down your neck. "This is what you wanted right?" Draco mumbled against your collar bone.

"Yes– please I'm so close" You moaned out loud once again.

You were right on the edge, screaming his name as the once silent room was now filled with the sound of your filthy moans and slick heat. Draco didn't have to do much to get you there and so he continues as you felt your walls tighten and your breath hitched. "Oh, I'm gonna cum– Draco fuck.."

Suddenly he stopped his actions, pulling his fingers out of you as you whined at the loss. "But as I remembered you wanted Theo, not me," He said as a smirk grew on the corner of his lips.

A feeling of panic grew within you as Draco started to get up, without thinking twice you grabbed onto his wrist keeping him from standing up, you got up on your knees as your face met his. "N-no no please, I only want you" You brought your hands up to cup his face as you peck his soft lips. "I'm sorry please–". The room fell into silence as you tremble in front of Draco. Just as you were about to speak again, he opened his mouth.

"Get on your hands and knees"

Your eyes widened as you slowly let go of his face, scrambling back onto the bed to get into position. You settled down as you faced the headboard, arching your back just like he taught you. You couldn't see him but you could hear the light shuffling behind you and soon the warmth of his hands on your hips.

"My poor baby, you want to come don't you?" Said Draco as his fingers work to slide your underwear down– the cold air meeting your open cunt once more. "Let's see if you deserve it" You jumped as you felt a tongue flat on your cunt, slithering around as it works down on you. It didn't take long for that one familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach to return.

You arched your back further, shoving yourself to him to finally reach orgasm yet he surprises you once more. You knew you were close but as soon as that feeling came you felt the loss of his tongue on you as the air filled his spot.

"Draco please– I'm sorry" You choked out as another orgasm was robbed from you. He didn't reply as he simply taps your lower back. Before you know it you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Are you sorry though?" He said as the tip of his cock slips into you "For all, I know you're just a cock hungry whore" He continued as he pushed more of himself into you "Willing to take anyone to fuck you" His hands made way to your hips, gabbing onto them as he rammed the remaining of himself into you, forcing his way in– taking your breath away.

You felt every inch of him, ripping his way through you as the pain and pleasure continued to linger. Just as you were about to answer him, he abruptly pulled back and slammed into you, giving you merely seconds to adjust before repeating his actions.

Then and there he started to pound into you, taking all the air from your lungs. You felt him- his hand as one left your hips to grip your throat, slowly lifting you up so that your back meets his chest.

"You're mine..." He said as the grip on your throat tightens "...And I'm not sharing you with anyone" The feeling that was robbed from you twice started to come back. Your walls tighten as Draco's other hand snuck down to your clit, rubbing in fast motion as you struggled to keep still. "Did I make myself clear?"

You had a hard time processing his words as his cock and his fingers work on you "Y-Yes– Clear Draco" You spat out as the feeling becomes too overwhelming. You couldn't think straight but you knew you were close. Your moans became louder as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the darkroom making you dizzy.

You could hear Draco talk and groan behind you but you couldn't register what he was saying. "I'm c-coming– Please can I cum?" You started to stutter as the feeling sits on the edge of your body. "Please Draco please can I– fuck" You lost your breath as he didn't slow down his movements.

"Go on then, show me how good you can be coming on my cock" He whispers into your ear as you let go. Your hands grabbing onto him as he helps you through your high, continuing the motion on your clit and pounding into you as the feeling grew stronger and stronger. His hand slowly unclasped your throat– letting the air flow through you again. He guided you through it all just like he always does but he doesn't stop there.

"D-Dray too much -p-please" You whined pathetically as he continued to rut into you, overstimulation started to take over you. Black spots started to appear at the edge of your vision and your consciousness started to slip.

"I'm not done darling– you wanted this so be a good girl and take it," He said in between groans as he speeds up once more. You continued to moan and whine as he reached his high.

Finally, his hips began to stutter, his thrusts becoming uneven as his breath hitched behind you. Draco held onto you as he was approaching, making you feel the warmest of love at the pit of your stomach. "Fuck Y/N" Draco groaned as one of his hands reached out to grip the headboard.

Soon you felt him come inside you, shooting white ropes of cum deep into you as he finally stops his movements completely.

His deep breathing could be heard from behind you as he slowly pulls out from behind you and guides you back down onto the mattress. "Hold it in" He whispered as he turned you to lay on your back.

You could feel your eyes stutter and Draco moving from somewhere above you. The warmth of his palm made contact with your skin as he glides them up and down the side of your legs. "Dray–" You whined as you could feel yourself returning from the fizzy headspace, moving around as you slowly sat upright before you were stopped by him once more.

"Oh no we're not done here," He said as a small smirk formed the edge of his lips. You wanted this, and now you will have to sit in for the whole night as you two caught up on what you've missed.

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#Draco Malfoy #Draco #draco smut #draco malfoy smut #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco x y/n #draco x female reader #draco angst #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter Smut

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yanderedreaming · 2 years

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What is love?

Pairings: Reader x Killua (platonic/family)

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Summary: Killua’s older cousin teaching him how to find happiness in life and teaches him the meaning of love.

Word Count: 1.3k

Killua’s life was a tragic one. Having to bear mindless abuse since a young age, all in the name of making him stronger made him lose sense of what was important, love. His idea of love was a twisted one, he learned it from his parents own twisted sense of love. Their love was controlling, torturous, manipulative and self serving.

One day, before he turned 9, Killua asked his older cousin and confidant, Y/n, what love is. He heard his mother talking about it, telling him she loved him, but he didn’t quite understand what it meant? “What is love?” he asked.

Y/n smiled at him, she lost her mother 3 years ago, everything about Killua reminded her of her mother. The same white hair and big blue eyes, her mother was also free willed just like Killua, he really did take up after his aunt. The strong resemblance to her mother was the reason Y/n would chose to spend her free time sitting with the child in the garden of his house.

“What do you think it is?” You asked, turning your head to face the impressionable child, his eyes were wide and sincere hoping for an answer that would explain everything to him. He stopped to think for a second, the love he heard about was different to the one that was shown to him. He couldn’t really understand which one was actually real.

“I think its when you” he dragged on the ‘you’, trying to find the right words to continue his sentence, “care for someone?” he replied in the form of a question. You hummed when you heard what he said, “and what is care?” You asked raising a brow. The child huffed and said, “you’re not answering my question!” he crossed his arms over his chest, unsatisfied with your answer. You chuckled, pulling him into a side hug, “Just answer one last question for me Killua”

“Fine. Just one more.” he said puffing his face up. “How does it feel when I hug you?” You asked as Killua paused for thought. He always thought of you as a sort of protector, a pseudo mother of sorts. He felt warm, he felt safe, he felt happy whenever he saw you, whenever you provided him with the comfort he craved. “I feel safe.” he said, “And?” You asked him, placing your head on top of his. “I get a warm feeling, i feel.. safe.” he said.

You smiled looking straight ahead, the two of you sharing the same view. “Well Killua, that’s the feeling of love.” squeezing his arm slightly, “So, I love you?” he asked, genuinely puzzled. “I don’t know, you tell me.” He huffed when he heard you say this, throwing a small fit, “You said you won’t ask me any more questions!” his mini tantrum ended as he finished his sentence.

“You do. Love comes in all sorts of forms, a mother can love her child, sister can love her brother” you paused, giving him time to picture the relationships you talked about, “That kind of love is called familial love. It makes you feel stronger, it makes you feel safe, it gives you a warm feeling, it makes you happy. That’s the kind of love we have.” You said, a smile on your face. he thought, suddenly, an imaginary light bulb formed on top of his head as he said, “Like with Alluka?” he asked, with his signature smile, y/n smiled and said, “Yes, like with Alluka.”

“Then what are the other forms of love?” he asked, he wanted to know all the ways he loved someone and didn’t even know. “Well, then the other most basic form is called romantic love.” You lifted your head off of his and turned to look at him, he has a confused look on his face, his big eyes staring back at you looking for answers. “Unfortunately I can’t tell you what it is from experience. You’ll just know when it happens.” You smiled.

“Really? But I heard you talking to your friend on your phone the other day and you were telling him you loved him.” Killua said, a small smile forming on his face, you could distinguish his smiles, you know the one on hi s face was a knowing one.

“What have I told you about eves dropping on me?!” You said clearly flustered at what the child was saying. “Besides, its not like that..” you said pouting, trailing off the end of your sentence. “Then what’s it like?”

You blinked, you didn’t really know how to answer. The curious child in front of you deserved answers. He wasn’t going to get any from any of his family members, nor was he going to get the right idea observing the relationships in front of him.

“Hey, Killua. Do you remember my mom?” You asked, staring off at the distance. “Yes, I do.” He said, his eyes softening remembering the time you lost her, how much you cried and how you changed after that.

“Well, you remember how my parents were with one another?” You asked, reminiscing about the times you spent with them, idolising them from a young age, never once seeing your mother sad in the company of your father, he would always make her smile, you could’ve sworn you saw her eyes from into literal hearts whenever she saw him.

Killua was very close to Y/n’s mother, she loved all her brother’s children equally, but Killua was the only one who would actively seek her out, enjoying her company, as a result, you formed a close relationship with Killua yourself. It started off as you seeing him as your little brother, but as time went on and you saw what he went through, you felt the strong need to protect him, to baby him, acting as his pseudo-mother.

“I do” he responded. “Well, thats what romantic love looks like. You’d be ready to give anything up just to see the one you love smile. You’d do anything to protect them and make them happy.” She said turning to face the boy who seemed to be satisfied with her answer.

“I think i’ve answered all your questions then.” Her hand made its way to the top of his head, ruffling his hair while the other wrapped around him to pull him close, tickling him. The boy began to laugh, begging her to stop in between laughs.

He was strong enough to push her away, heck, he could’ve killed her on the spot. But he enjoyed their foolishness, he loved the feeling he got when she would sit with him, talk to him about various things which would always end with a tickle attack.

“Okay okay, i’m going to stop now. Don’t end up peeing your pants!” She said, laughing. He clicked his tongue out of exaggerated annoyance, fixing his hair. She loved teasing him, making him laugh genuinely for once, knowing the kind of torture that awaited him when he would go back to the mansion.

“I have one more question.” He said, placing his finger on his chin. She hummed “Sure, go ahead” perhaps thinking he wanted to know the kind of love his parents had, clearly it was a twisted one at best.

“Where do babies come from?” His head tilted to the side. Her eyes widened, not knowing what to say, he was smart enough to know it wasn’t the magical stork, the thing she believed until she was 15, but he was too young for him to have the talk with him.

“Well, aren’t you full of questions today?” She asked, her eyes narrowing as her foot tapped on the grass. She raised her hands which were formed in the shape of claws, signalling another tickle attack, seeing this Killua got up to run, she followed after him. Thus ensued a chase, her never really catching up to his speed, but following after him none the less.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #killua zoldyck #killua #killua fluff #hxh killua #hxh fluff #hunter x hunter imagines #hunter x hunter scenarios #zoldyck killua #zoldyck #zoldyck family

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scott-mccall-the-hot-girl · 3 years

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my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

#this took me so long #please go read these or i’ll cry #fan fiction #fan fic recs #teen wolf fic recs #thiam fanfiction #thiam fic recs #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf gay #teen wolf #ao3 #fuck you fuck this & fuck it #thiam fanfic rec #thiam fanfic #thiam is endgame

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sunwoahkim · 2 years

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one, two, three, four times too much - l.hj

pairing: lee jaehyun x oc

genre: pure angst

word count: 1.6k

note: i do not condone cheating at all, this is just purely made up and it's a fiction only.

one.

'babe i'm home!' hyunjae's yell was heard throughout the shared apartment of him and his girlfriend.

ever since that time that hyunjae bumped into her on her first day at work and messed up her clothes, so he offered her his coat.

and that's how they ended up together, until now.

not forever.

'hi babe' seola greeted her boyfriend with a smile on her face.

hyunjae greeted her with a warm hug, which to her, isn't that warm.

the smell of a sweet, floral scent filled up her nostril, which is a huge contrast to his usual woody cologne. a dark bruise, hidden away under his ears, and a faint red lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt, which didn't go unnoticed by her.

with a small frown on her face, seola still displayed a solemn smile.

'i made dinner, your favorite.' 'really? this is why i love you babe.' he said cheerily, dropped his bag and went to the kitchen.

seola went to take the bag and place it neatly on the drawer, when she saw something slipped from the bag.

it was a red lace underwear.

with a pessimistic expression, she grabbed the bag and tried to ignore whatever she just saw.

trudging back to the kitchen island, she sat beside her boyfriend, who was happily munching away the food.

but she can't get what she saw earlier off of her mind.

hyunjae, who noticed her gloomy expression quickly asked, 'babe are you okay?', making her break from her trance, 'yeah, i just,' taking a deep breathe, she tried forming a sentence, 'are you cheating on me?'

with that, hyunjae quickly dropped his food, his eyes pleading for her not to leave him, 'i'm sorry babe please. you know i love you right? i truly do, please don't leave me, that will never happen again.' he begged.

seola was puzzled, he really did cheat on me...

'it's fine, i forgive you.' she said softly. hyunjae was over the moon, his heart filling with relief.

there will never be a second time. hopefully not.

two.

mentally and physically strained from the hectic amount of work today, seola returned home rubbing her bicep in discomfort, she expected to see the love of her life there in the living room, welcoming her home with a happy smile that could light up her mood.

but instead, the familiar scent that she smelt a week ago, came back rushing back to her the moment she stepped foot inside of her home.

there was no sight of hyunjae, that is until he leapt from their shared bedroom.

'babe, i didn't know you were coming home this soon.'

'it's 10:37PM jae...'

'oh really? haha,' he awkwardly rubbed his nape, 'i didn't look at the time, sorry.' he said.

seola slowly scanned her boyfriends appearance.

messy bed hair, wrinkled shirt. that's okay, its 10PM he could've just gotten out of bed, seola tried to convince herself.

until she spotted that darn bruise, marking his collarbone that he tried to hide but failed miserably.

walking further in, she saw 2 wine glasses, of which the wine bottle beside it is his favorite one. a bright alluring red colored lipstick on one, looking as if someone had just taken a sip from it.

not taking her eyes off from the sight she slowly parted her lips to ask, 'did you invite someone here?'.

hyunjae had a haunted look on his face, 'uh, yeah, mom was here you know. she likes to surprise visit at random time. she really wanted to meet you but you weren't here.'

seola hummed as an answer. 'doesn't she hate sweet perfume?'

hyunjae panicked even more, calming himself to answer 'dad bought it for her recently and you know he forget things a lot, so he forgot that she doesn't like sweet scented perfume. she must've felt bad.' he quickly rapped, trying to keep a stable expression and voice.

'ah...' seola replied cheerlessly, letting a million of scenarios seep into her brain.

'i'll go to bed first.' she said looking at him dead in the eyes, basically saying -i know that's not the truth- and he perfectly understood that.

three.

the couple laid in their bed, comfortably cuddling with each other, when hyunjae's phone rang.

'ah, sorry babe i gotta take this real quick.' he told her softly before picking himself up and went outside of their room.

seola was never the type to stick her nose in anyone's business, but what business does her boyfriend has to keep him so busy, even during their free day.

slowly tiptoeing her way to the close door, she pressed her ears on it to eavesdrop on his conversation.

'-wait for me to be there alright? i'm with her right now. i'll find an excuse. stay there and don't be naughty. keep on-' that was all seola heard before the sound of his voice slowly disappears, indicating that he's walked away from their bedroom door.

she despondently walked back to bed and covered herself with the cover, soon a tear trickled, then two, then three, the waterfall of tears pooled on her pillow as she sniffled, stuffing her face in the plushie-that he bought her on their first anniversary- trying to keep the sobs hidden.

their bedroom door creaked open, revealing hyunjae.

'i'm so sorry babe, i promised that we'd have the whole day together but there was something urgent that came up at work and they needed me to-' 'just go.' she said groggily, cutting him off without lifting her face to look at him.

he placed a gentle peck on her forehead before picking up his car keys and leaving.

one more chance lee jaehyun, one more chance.

four.

four times. four times that she's caught him and turning a blind eye on it. four times of him doing it with no conscience that he might be hurting her the slightest bit. four times of her washing away his stained collar.

this last time really pulled the trigger. she walked into his office, to see another woman,

on his lap, her lips all over him.

seola was quick enough to close the door just as she opened it.

four fucking times that she'd been betrayed.

seola had had enough. she doesn't want to confront him, because why should she? it's not like he's gonna change. once a cheater, always a cheater.

with her luggage packed and hyunjae asleep, she planned to leave him in the middle of the night. until he woke up, patting the side of his bed and having no presence of his girlfriend beside him.

or is she even his girlfriend anymore?

'babe?' he opened the bedroom door, sleepily rubbing his eyes until her got a clearer view of what was in front of him.

'what are you doing..?' he asked, glazed at the sight of his girlfriend's luggage, and her dressed up.

still not turning around to meet him in the face, seola quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to fall.

'let's break up.' she quickly say before pulling her stuff with her.

hyunjae hurriedly and confusedly ran to stop in front of her.

'seola, baby, why? what's wrong? why are you doing this? please stop joking, it's not funny.' he rapped, bug eyed glancing at her every feature.

seola stifled a chuckle. 'you know what's funny though? finding out that the person you love so dearly, cheating on you. forgiving them many damn times cause you still love them and expected a change. but that didn't happen.' slowly looking into his now guilty eyes.

'baby please, let me explain, we can work this out hm? please i won't do it anymore.' hyunjae dropped on his knees, begging for forgiveness which leaves a pang of pain to her already shattered heart.

'four times lee jaehyun. four times. i gave you four chances and you decided to throw it away like it's nothing. i kept forgiving and forgiving, but don't you know that i'm suffering? everyday i kept questioning myself, 'am i not pretty enough, am i not skinny enough, am i too dumb, too clingey' i question all about me,' seola stopped mid sentence to take a deep breathe, 'jae-ah,' the name felt bitter in her mouth, 'you know i still love you, i will always do, i know that for sure you can change for the better.' she smiled softly, hands cupping his face, wiping away the tears that adorned the pretty face that she fell in love with.

slowly removing the ring from her finger, hyunjae panicked even more, 'no no no no no, seola please, please, don't do this please don't take it off, i swear i can be better. i'll cut her off. i won't talk to any girls if you want me to okay? please don't do this i'm begging you!'

forcefully grabbing hyunjae's hand, dropping the promise ring that he gave her that she never once took off ever since the start of their 5 year relationship.

the shape of the ring engraved itself into the skin of her finger, the longer she stared at it, the longer she wanted that ring back on her finger, but she knew she had to give it up.

walking away with her luggage, she closed the door of their apartment, hearing his broken sobs and whimper made her want to run back to him, to tell him she still loves him, to tell him that she still forgives him.

'i still love you lee jaehyun. we'd meet again in the future if we're really destined for each other. but now, four times is too much.'

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taglist: @t5u, @dailykitplusmelatoinin

a/n: phewww i'm writing this at 12:03AM lolol im glad i dont have school tomorrow. i apologize if some part is a little weirdly written as i am currently lacking braincells, and english isn't my first language. i welcome all criticism <3333

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thefools-journey · 3 years

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So. Some of you may be wondering why we haven’t written a whole ton about the secondaries or what have you. Here’s the reason: we were waiting for them to end before we really dug into the problems we were noticing. We felt that it was only fair to wait for the routes to finish so that we had an understanding of the writers’ vision. Who knew, we thought, maybe they would see the problems themselves and course correct, maybe they are building to something we can’t quite see yet and these issues will have actual payoff, maybe-

In light of Muriel and Lucio’s endings, and the general mess that has dominated Portia’s route for a year plus now, we are breaking our silence. We are actually going to talk about this shit show.

The fandom at large has talked about a bunch of issues with the secondaries but for me, the cardinal sin, the thing that really all the issues lead back to, is this: the writers lost sight of the tarot themes which so strongly defined and held together the primary routes. Let me explain.

The primary routes each center around three thematic cores:

The Love Interest’s Major Arcana and its Reversed/Upright meanings

The MC’s Fool’s Journey, both how it can go right and how it can go wrong

A question about the MC’s identity and their relationship to said identity

Asra’s route asks: Who was the MC? How does the MC navigate a past they cannot and will not remember? What do they owe a past they cannot remember? How do they handle the revelations of what Asra, Nadia, Julian, etc did? How do you right the past? Can you?

Nadia’s route asks: Who is the MC? The MC has no past. Are they the Fool only? Are they actually the same person they were? How can they tell? Who are they, really? Are they an imposter? No one can answer these questions for them.

Julian’s route asks: Who will the MC become? How does the MC see their future? Is there anything worth fighting for for that future? What will become of them and their loved ones?

Now, if you notice, these themes are expertly woven throughout the primaries. Asra’s past dominates his route, Nadia is also missing memories and trying to construct her identity both with her family and with Vesuvia, and Julian’s fear of the future drives his flailing for control. Asra has to learn to take a broader view of his actions to get his Upright Ending, Nadia has to learn to trust herself and those around her for hers, and Julian has to learn how to let go for his. These lessons are the issues their cards stand for. The primaries are so dang elegant and delicate in their handlings of theme it is honestly awe-inspiring.

Thematically, the secondary routes have completely lost their hearts. First of all, the MC does not have strong, core questions which need to be answered. They just don’t. I suppose the writers did not want to retread old territory (which is weird considering how tightly bound the primaries are; it really tricks you into thinking you’re living the same events but from different angles depending on your route) but they did not replace the old with anything new. Muriel’s route is, on the surface, about discovering and owning his past, the good and the bad. Why not tie MC’s self-discovery to that story? Or they could have taken the angle that Muriel’s route is about convincing him to be present and active in the world while MC builds an identity for themself outside of Asra, the shop, and the memories they cannot retrieve. Why not tie the investigation themes running through Portia’s early route back to MC and their past? Portia has the unique angle of being as in the dark as MC about all of this, why not discover the past together? And for goodness’ sake, Lucio has no future when his route begins, why not tie that to his need for growth, responsibility, and MC’s own future between the Fool, the Devil, or something mortal and in between?

Secondly, the routes lost their tarot backbone. We have a primer on how to get specific endings for each LI and it still holds, but the writers did not follow through on the thematic coherence of each secondary. The Hermit is looking for something, be it perspective, insight, a solution to a problem, whatever. The key here is that the Hermit must find or learn what they are searching for, this thing must change their understanding of the world, and finally, they must bring this lesson back to the world from which they retreated. Can someone please enlighten me as what exactly Muriel learns then teaches the world around him? Nothing Muriel learns from Morga, MC, or even the Hermit ties back into anything. The Devil warns that you are out of control and exerting a lot of manipulative, destructive behavior on the world around you. It asks you to take responsibility for yourself and your actions. So can someone tell me why Lucio’s route actively avoids any interaction or reflection on two of Lucio’s biggest victims: Muriel and Julian? Why does the route only try to make amends with the “easier” of his victims in the cast? The Star is first and foremost the card of clarity, the light at the end of the tunnel. Perseverance, if you will. Yet Portia’s route has been the muddiest of the trio; the writers drop the investigation aspect of her route in favor just handing her and MC information they could have easily found and muddying the waters with Tasya (she blows up the palace but it’s all okay bc she has a secret daughter Julian never thought to bring up or mention) and the complete removal of the Devil as antagonist.

So that leaves just the Fool’s Journey trying to hold this stool up with only one leg. And well...it doesn’t go well. At best, the secondary route books pay the barest surface level homage to the themes of the individual cards. At worst, they ignore the cards completely. Muriel's Moon book has nothing to do with illusions or delusions or lies or even an Alice in the Looking Glass upside down world. Portia's back half is a complete and utter mess, starting with her Temperance book being so badly mangled that Muriel's aftermath book does it better. Lucio's route too bungles the Tower and the Star. There just isn't enough here to carry the routes alone.

Add to the core loss the loss of intertextuality. The primary routes are very good, even great but they too do have their moments and mistakes. What helps strengthen them when the cores stumble is how the trio is woven together. Things you learn in Asra's route can inform the way you play Nadia's, for example. Julian's route informs what is going on in Asra's route and slots some missing puzzle pieces together. Nadia's route tells you of the power struggles she is facing and informs the other two routes' handling of Julian and his trial. On and on, the three routes support each other because they are built out of the same basic plot beats, just tackled in very different ways. Now, the writers are allowed to try and write whatever they want. They apparently wanted to be more experimental and less tied down to an overarching plot with the three secondaries. Okay, fine, they are allowed to do that. The problem is that they sacrificed one of the key strengths of the primary trio and didn't replace said strength with anything else. They also, on some level, harmed the very premise of the game, which is that only the player's choices and route selected change the overall plot. Instead of feeling like legitimate possibilities or offshoots of the same timeline/plot, the secondaries feel almost like Arcana AUs. The secondaries throw out all relations to the primaries and each other as quickly as possible and for what?

It is probably the height of arrogance to suggest fixes for works whose behind the scenes I do not know. At the same time, some small, obvious changes could have salvaged Muriel and maybe Lucio's endings (rip Portia). Instead of having the Hermit appear as a disappointing cameo, why not have him say something cryptic to Muriel, then have MC start trying to seal the Devil. Then let Muriel use his forget me mark to cloak MC and hide them from the Devil's attacks. Protecting MC by hiding them from Lucio, keeping him focused on Muriel, seems to me a simple third solution between Muriel's desire to run and his desire to never fight again. It lets him stand up to Lucio and let him have it while holding onto who Muriel has become. The Reversed End would have MC try to draw Lucio's attention at some point, disrupting the sealing, and eventually leading to Muriel killing the Devil. With Lucio's Upright End, I just have to ask: why doesn't MC fully claim the power of the Fool instead of the Devil? We don't need the other Arcana involved in this fight; we have three routes that demonstrate that. Just have MC pull Scout into the conflict, then have Lucio tell MC he believes in them, then add his power to the mix. You got yourself a full Fool who leaves Scout guarding the realm until they and Lucio's mortal bodies fail and they return to the realm to be together forever. Boom, you're done, you can even add some ambiguous lines so that players can decide how happy their MC is with this arrangement, send me the check.

Here is the bottom line. Our group is full of aroace, and several combinations therein, individuals. We are the last group who should have gotten into a dating sim of all things. But the Arcana did something with the primaries that was special; they wrote a compelling plot with dazzling lore, complex characters, and strong themes wrapped up in a dating sim bow. The writers know better and we know they know better. I do not know what happened with the secondaries, especially around books 10-11, which is where minor issues slowly start spiraling into major ones, but it is clear that Nix Hydra needed some more planning before they released these routes. Hopefully they will learn.

TL;DR: Nix Hydra fired their tarot consultants about eighteen months ago and it has wrecked their secondary routes until they were just embarrassments. They never intended for the secondary routes to even exist and once they had to make them, they scrambled and threw out everything that made the primaries work.

- Mod Telos

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skvatnavle · 2 years

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True love's kiss

Masterlist - ch. 1 - Ch. 3

Marcus Pike x OFC! Lily Dawson

Summary: Marcus had always believed in true love, soulmates and happily ever after. Had. Now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

But coming home for Christmas, can Lily make him change his mind?

Authors note: Marcus is a precious bean, that deserves a happy ending. Beta'd by the lovely @yespolkadotkitty, who also made the amazing banner ❤

Warnings: Insecurities, past heartbreak, pinning if you squint? And fluff.

Chapter 2: Maybe... Just maybe...

Marcus is sitting on the floor with Will, doing a puzzle, when his older brother comes over. “Right, get a shower and put on a shirt, we’re going out.”

“Going out?”

“Yeah, you need a drink and there’s a party at O’Malley’s”.

Knowing his brother, Marcus doesn’t have much to say on the matter, so he just stands to get ready. Honestly, maybe a drink and meeting some old friends could be nice.

As they enter the local pub, it’s already buzzing. Marcus and Matthew make their way to the bar and order some beers before they sit down. The atmosphere’s warm and homey, smiling faces everywhere. But as Marcus looks around, he’s relieved to find the happy face he was hoping to see the most.

In a group of women, Lily is smiling and laughing. The woman she’s talking to, which, due to the resemblance, can only be her sister Dahlia, is dressed in a tiara and a sash emblazoned with the words ‘bride to be’.

Not long after, Lily walks to the little stage in the corner and taps the mic. “Hi, everyone”. The pub goes silent, except for a single whistle, which makes Lily smile.

“Dahlia and I always loved Disney growing up. We both fell in love with fairytales and the possibility of true love’s kiss from a prince. Well, tonight we’re here celebrating that Dahlia found her prince.”

There is an ‘aww’ going through the crowd and Dahlia wipes away a single tear. Marcus can’t help but smile.

“So… I hope you don’t mind, but I wanna sing one of her favorite songs for her”.

The room hushes as Lily begins to sing, her voice clear as a bell, and captivating.

Storybook endings, fairytales coming true

Deep down inside we wanna believe they still do

In our secretest heart, it's our favorite part of the story

Let's just admit we all wanna make it too

Ever ever after

Enchanted, Marcus can’t help but lose himself in her voice as she pours her heart and soul into the lyrics. It’s like time stops for a while, as he looks at her. Hell, he is straight up staring, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Ever, ever after

Though the world will tell you it's not smart

Ever ever after

The world can be yours if you let your heart

Believe in ever after

No wonder your heart feels it's flying

Your head feels it's spinning

Each happy ending's a brand new beginning

Let yourself be enchanted, you just might breakthrough

To ever ever after

Lily’s gaze picks him out in the crowd, looking into his eyes, but she might as well be staring into his soul. The lyrics of the song cutt deep. Marcus could listen to her velvety voice forever, but the song is over too soon. Matthew yanks him out of his trance. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Yeah… yeah, she is.” He swallows hard, smiling at his brother. His whole world has been rocked on its axis.

Lily walks over to Marcus with two beers in her hands. She offers him one and they both take a sip. Marcus gives her a sideways smile, his dimple on display. “So… You believe in happily ever after, huh?”

“Yeah. Of course. Don’t you?”

Her answer is immediate, without hesitation.

Marcus swallows hard, looking into her sweet eyes, wondering if she’s been lucky enough to never have her heart broken.

“Well, I did once. But…”. He exhales sharply, fiddling with the label on the bottle.

He pulls himself together and looks at her.

“So, what would the perfect happy ending look like to you?” he asks softly, trying to draw the attention away from himself.

“Oh, I’m so basic it hurts. Husband, kids, dog, and a house with a white-picket fence. Eating blueberry pancakes on Sundays.”

The last sentence makes Marcus feel a slight pull in his heart. That’s exactly what he’s dreamed of. Something as simple as making his wife pancakes, while the kids are playing. Such a simple thing to ask for. Then why was it so hard for him to find?

As if she has read his mind, Lily puts her hand on his, yanking him back to reality. She smiles softly.

“I don’t know what happened, but all I can say is… she was an asshole for breaking your heart.”

Marcus laughs, smiling at Lily. He takes his hand out from under hers and instead takes Lily’s small hand in his. Feeling her soft skin under his thumb, as his fingers trace a small heart tattoo on her hand.

“Honestly, Lily. I feel broken, so you shouldn’t waste your time on me. Certainly not if you believe in true love and fairytales.” He pauses, before he looks into her eyes, the hurt and sadness visible, “’cause I don’t think I believe in it anymore.”

His smile fades, and he looks down at the table, as he removes his hand from hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lily smiling, despite everything.

She cups his cheek gently. “Give me a day, Marcus, and I’ll make you believe again.”

The next day Marcus finds himself sitting in his car, waiting for Lily to come out. When the door opens, she instantly smiles at the sight of his car. The skip in her step lets him know how happy she is. Marcus shakes his head, smiling.

Maybe… Just maybe this is what he needs.

She gets in and they drive off. He looks at her, looking adorable in her knitted hat and matching gloves.

“So, what’s your plan for today?”.

Lily turns, a goofy smile on her face. “Oh, I’m going completely Hallmark on you today. Christmas market, ice skating, hot chocolate, the works”.

They both laugh and Marcus can’t help but fall a little in love with her.

The day goes by too fast. At the market, they buy some decorations and candy. Marcus even manages to find some last minute gifts, laughing almost the whole time.

He feels so content in her company, it’s almost effortless being with her, as if Dare he think it… they’re meant to be?

Ice skating is a disaster, but it’s still one of the highlights of his day. Neither of them manage to stay on their feet for more than a few minutes, looking drunk while trying to hold their balance. As Lily takes his hand to steady herself, his heart skips a beat.

Once again, they fall.

Despite his best efforts, he falls on top of her. As he has her pinned beneath him, they both laugh so wholeheartedly, they are almost out of breath. The laughter stills and they look into each other’s eyes. Marcus wonders if he’s ever seen eyes as beautiful as hers before. As captivating.

But he pulls away, murmuring an apology, as he stands and pulls her to her feet. With their bums hurting from all the falling and their lungs aching from all the laughing, they leave the ice skating rink.

“Well, had I known you sucked at it, I would have thought of something else” she teases, as she puts the rented skates back on the shelf.

“Oh, you’re one to talk. I don’t see you signing up for the Olympics anytime soon”. Lily breaks out in a laugh, putting her hand on his arm for balance. Before he can think, he puts his arms around her. As they look into each other’s eyes, it’s like time stands still. His gaze falls on her lips, wondering how soft they are. He is about to lean in when his phone buzzes.

“Sorry, I” he pulls away and looks at the screen. When he looks up, he can clearly see the disappointment on Lily’s face, even though she is smiling.

“You want some hot chocolate? My treat?”. Lily smiles softly and nods. Marcus is suddenly nervous as he extends his hand. Without hesitation she takes it, and they walk to the café hand in hand.

It’s dark when he parks outside his parents’ house. It’s been a long, but wonderful day. They exit the car and look at each other, before she leans in and places a soft kiss on his cheek, before backing away.

“I hope I managed to change your mind a little”. She shrugs and smile softly. Marcus closes the distance between them and takes her hand. Wanting to say so much, but afraid, the ghosts of the past holding him back.

“Maybe a little. Thank you for a wonderful day, Lily”. He gives her a quick kiss on her cheek. He inhales softly, the lilac and apple scent of her perfume filling his nose. How easy it would be to just kiss her. God knows how much he wants to. But he finds the strength to pull away.

She gives him another one of her heartbreakingly sweet smiles, before she walks towards the house. A smile he would gladly see for the rest of his days. Maybe… Just maybe he could believe in love again.

Thank you so much for reading! <3

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 4 years

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Jigsaw Puzzle Bonding Time With The Brothers and Undatables

Warning: Uncensored Swearing

If there is something I know that serves as a good bonding time is getting one of those huge fucking Jigsaw puzzles, get a big ass table, sit everyone's butt down and start finding the corners.

Lucifer

He bought the 2000 pieces cursed jigsaw puzzle for you after a lot of pestering (and the power of puppy eyes)

Helped set up a table in the common room and left you to your own devices, he has work to do.

He is the type that puts in a piece or two everytime he passes by the unfinished thing, refusing to participate the group session but still giving a helping hand.

Sometimes he can end up getting distracted and you may find him standing in an awkward position with a concentrated frown on his face as he tries to find the dammed piece tha t completes the part he is building, leaving the picture unfinished makes his perfectionist self have a nervous spasm.

If you call out his attention he may either (run away) go back to work or actually ask you to join him, teasing you whenever you are struggling and potentially turning the whole thing into too much of a heated atmosphere, like, does he need to sit this close he's basically on your lap-

Overall it is a very de-stressing thing he enjoys.

Mammon

At first he was skeptical. What fun would a jigsaw puzzle be anyways? It takes too long and it has no purpose at all.

You may need to tell him to sit the fuck down and have a bonding time with you or else he is not going to focus on the thing.

The kind of guy that puts the wrong piece on the wrong spot and refuses to agree that it's wrong. They're all the same colors! How the hell is he supposed to work with this thing?!

He is only good at the corners because the pieces are different from all others, but once it's over he may end up getting a migraine from looking for pieces.

Either way he will still have fun because it's you. Even if it's killing his eyes if you are having fun he is happy.

You guys manage to finish the puzzle somehow.

Leviathan

This boy loves it.

He may actually get too much into it just like he does with his games.

That said, now you guys have a full fucking collection of completed jigsaw puzzles you can use as decoration for the house or something.

Some of them are most likelly anime themed.

You will never finish a 10000 pieces jigsaw puzzle in so much little time than when you are with him.

He keeps most of the completed puzzles as if trophies in his bedroom, afterall, they were made with you!

Satan

The nonchallant casual puzzle builder

The moment you sit down with him around the pieces, this man becomes a multitasking chatterbox.

He can easily finish big jigsaw puzzles in one single day, but he takes his time just so that he has some quality time with you~

It turns into a really fun experience specially since Satan isn't imune to mistakes but because he is very knowledgeable it just makes it more ridiculous.

You will catch him stopping on his tracks out of nowhere as he has to give the current piece he is holding a second, long glance.

Then he will proceed to glare at it and put it aside, he may look okay and back to normal but oh he is definetelly going to find where that one single fucking piece fits even if it is up Lucifer's ass.

Asmodeus

Another multitasking chatterbox

Probably won't stay for too long, those pieces dry his skin and make his nose itch.

He's actually pretty good at it tho, seeing he most likelly has a good eye to spot color differences and such.

Will use the bonding time to spill the tea and trash others, but further into the session he may get relaxed enough to actually spill out some of his genuine feelings and emotions.

Puzzle bonding time may become a way for you both to have quality time together in a private setting that doesn't involve anything frisky.

He will flirt with you tho, it's part of the package. You signed up for it the moment you made the pact.

Beelzebub

Choose the themes wiselly, if any of them resemble food he will eat the pieces.

Taking that out of the way, he enjoys it. May actually end up taking it too seriously and actually refusing to go sleep to finish the thing.

You will also get the experience to see Beel grabbing food and eating it without using his hands. He doesn't want to dirty the pieces afterall.

He is an average puzzle builder, but instead of building parts of it outside and only linking it together to the puzzle after it's done he is the type to build in said pictures right into the puzzle itself, picking pieces here and there and helping with many places at once.

Sit on his lap while you guys are at it and he will ascend back to the celestial realm.

Belphegor

This bitch.

Will not take it seriously at the start.

Have you ever seen a picture of a jigsaw puzzle of a horse but instead of joining the pieces someone just organized the pieces together in the shape of a horse?

That someone is Belphie

There is a garden? He will take all the flower pieces and just, place them there, not even linking the pieces. What do you mean he has to, just because it's filled with empty spaces it does not make is less of a garden, and no he is not being dramatic what do you take him for.

Will actually start to help at some point. He is the type to build the pictures separatedly but just leaving them just where they were supposed to be but not actually linking the pieces to the puzzle.

Expect him to fall asleep at some point, most likelly in the middle of a conversation while holding a piece.

He will slowly fall sideways, let him perish.

Solomon

Another bitch.

Just like Belphie but instead of putting the pieces on the spots they were meant, he just builds a whole fucking different picture.

Like how the fuck did you make an umbrella with those pieces, there isn't even one in the actual puzzle-

He will use a spell that will make this entire session into something more exciting.

That exciting ranging from being stuck inside the puzzle and bulding it from within to having the actual picture of the puzzle move around as you fucking build it.

He still manages to finish it.

What the fuck are you even Solomon

Simeon

An asshole.

He is good at it, he knows exactly where the pieces fit, but he will still watch as you struggle with a smile on his face.

Will make so many ominous and mysterious comments the entire thing just feels like you are bulding up an ancient jigsaw puzzle that if ever finished would end the entire world except for you and you would need to live the rest of your days in isolation as you hear Simeon's voice in your mind everytime you make a decision repeatedly asking 'are you sure' with that fucking I-Know-The-Answer-But-I-Won't-Tell-You smile of his-

You take a break from the session because of a minor existential crisis

He decides to actually be normal when you come back and you both have a good time.

Luke

Excited baby.

He is happy to spend time with you, will most likely bake cupcakes or cookies or some kind of snack for you guys to eat while at it.

Will get grumpy at some point because his eyes are getting tired and its making all pieces look the same.

He is so proud once it's finished tho.

Make it an re ocurring thing, finishing hard jigsaw puzzles always puts an extra layer of pride to his steps.

Diavolo

Finding a spare time to spend with the demon lord is difficult, but thankfully whenever he is free he is happy to invite you over, specially if now he can use finishing the puzzle as an excuse.

He takes his sweet time. The puzzle is indeed basically an excuse to spend time with you so he won't make much effort, opting to talk while he casually looks at the pieces, mesmerized by them, and takes forever to actually link them, if at all. (He has grabbed one and just placed it back down many times).

He will have a bittersweet smile in his face with every completed puzzle.

He keeps every single of the completed ones as decoration everywhere in the castle.

Barbatos

Oh the mysterious man.

Is he an expert at jigsaw puzzles? Is he just pretending to struggle to not make you feel bad?

Either way he is having a lot of fun.

Will also use it as an excuse to hang out with you but may not stay too long. More often than not your puzzle bonding sessions were interupted by something urgent or unexpected. Being the demon lord's servant is not easy.

Always has another jigsaw puzzle at ready whenever you guys finish one. It will most likelly have more pieces than the previous one, he likes increasing the difficulty of things.

Drinking tea while building jigsaw puzzles together at the dinner table? This is where you find it

(Shout out to my best friend who gave me a 1500 pieces jigsaw puzzle as a birthday present that served as inspiration for this post)

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Online dating

darcy lewis x reader / masterlist

summary; darcy decides to try a dating app, least to say, the guy isn’t anything like his picture. and thus she ditches him, and finds someone else in a hot second / warnings; the oc guys in this fic are dicks, homophobia, darcy being bae, swearing, mentions of sex and cheating, mentions of joy x reader.

he was a polar opposite to what he had portrayed his online self to be, screw the internet! this date was truly tragic, darcy had plenty of things that she could be better using her time for, rather than sitting opposite this oaf, that was licking his unappealing lips, and staring at the waitress when he thought that she didn’t notice.

“huh?” the scientific doctor pulled her phone out, ushering a puzzled expression on her face as she stared at the blank screen. she of course recognised that no one was making any attempts to contact her, but he didn’t know that. “one second.” she held her finger up, bringing the phone to her ear as she blabbered into the speaker that was inherently catching nothing that she was saying.

“slow down jane.” darcy falsely ushered, using her hands to exaggerate the conversation in her head. she put the phone down, a facade of panic elaborating behind her spectacle adorned eyes as she grabbed her belongings in a frenzy, standing upright and out of her seat. “im so sorry, my friend has just hit some guy with her car and she needs some moral support. tonight is going to have to be cut extremely short.”

short was a relief, but the hopeful expression on this dude’s face wasn’t. perhaps it was cruel to leave this guy hanging, and well, she couldn’t blame him for wanting more, she sent him an awkward smile as he began to speak. “we should do this again some time - properly.” darcy wasn’t dumb, she noticed how his eyes sped to the side as the curvy waitress walked by.

“sure...” no, definitely not. darcy was well aware that she was wasting her time with this moron, she didn’t need a man, let alone a dweeb of one. a quick wave was all she bade him as she exited the coffee shop, only to become engrossed in a scene erupting on the local streets. there was a woman, flinging shirts, and a bra within the bundle that looked as though it was not her size, what was she thinking, clearly it wasn’t, at said example of figurative masculinity.

“screw you durkus!” any guy named ‘durkus’ was basically a label confirming that he was a dick. “i don’t need you, nor the next man! i am a well established woman who has done more for this country than you could ever know, you’re dust beneath my feet, a pathetic layer of residue that i want nothing more to brush off.” perhaps she was being harsh, but it sounded like he deserved it.

from the red lipstick, that the woman was not at all sporting, from the random bra that she had flung at her partner, it was a safe bet to assume that he had cheated on her. darcy plodded closer, listening whimsically in, and realising that her life was pretty calm, there were no longer asguardians or dark elves infiltrating her life, nor the work that she had attained to field in.

she had only recently earned herself the title of doctor, and it was frustrating that people would assume that she opted for a profession in a hospital room, or they would forget the professional endorsement all together, and address her as ‘miss lewis’. she was no one’s puppet, she had scaled herself up the ladder of her career to be where she was now, but another thing that she was alongside such a wave of potential was a feminist.

this dick was shouting in the streets, calling her inexplicable names such as a ‘whore’, and a ‘two faced bitch’. having the ability to hear the insults brew anger in her stomach, she couldn’t just stand there. “what are you going to do, turn into a complete lesbian?” now that was the last straw, it had darcy marching over, and promptly she shoved the guy, making him drop all the items that were grasped in the basket of his arms.

a flabbergasted ‘huh’ was riveted from him, and it made darcy smirk as she attuned his attention towards her; the stranger that had gotten involved in his public display of disrespect and homophobia. “how about you watch your damned mouth before i make sure you can’t open it again. and whilst you’re at it, get some new shirts, you’re not a model, unless you’re the kind that are put on prison pamphlets.”

“who the fuck are you?” he spat his saliva on the ground by darcy’s feet, establishing her with the information that her first impression of this dick had been correct. women just knew with this kind of thing, they could sense trouble from a mile away. “you know what, keep that crazy bitch. maybe you can help her store her katanas, and go on double dates with danny rand and his plus one. rather you than me.”

“don’t ask.” the woman shook her head, tired of the drama that durkus always seemed to bring. she had enough trouble, involving work and extracurricular night time activities, without him adding to them. darcy presented her with a sweet smile, picking up the box of random bits and bobs that was on the floor. “that’s just work stuff, i’m moving offices and as i came to collect some things from our apartment, and i found him- well let’s just say he wasn’t alone.”

“that was pretty easy to pick up on. how’d you not realise that you were dating a total sleaze?” she was blunt with her enquiry, though the woman shrugged, a guilty expression cowering upon your features, like an ashamed shadow. a small, attractive smile graced her lips, secrets hidden beneath the span of the expression.

“oh, i knew. i just had to pretend to be happy, so that my ex, or well now, my other ex joy would stop chastising me, claiming that i haven’t got over her. she’s so up her own ass sometimes and it drives me- shit, i’m sorry, you don’t know me, nor do you need to hear about my problems.” the y/h/c haired woman shook her head, stretching her hand out to miss lewis. “i’m y/n, thanks a bunch for helping me out back there.”

darcy accepted her handshake, completing the action as she smiled. “i’m darcy.” this woman didn’t need to know about her doctor title, in fact, darcy was keen on knowing everything about her instead. “so’d how you meet him?” referring to the person that had most recently became y/n’s ex. y/n was relieved that darcy had shown up, she was sure she’d have used her martial art training for more than composition; she’d have kicked durkus’ flat ass.

“on a dating app.” it was a normal answer, she wouldn’t share the intel that before that she had saved his ass whilst wearing a black hood, stopping him from getting mugged in the dead of night. perhaps she should have saved someone else that particular late evening. darcy couldn’t help but let a small laugh out, finding both their circumstances quite amusing. she was sure a similar situation would have unfolded if she had decided to regularly see the date that she ditched.

“online dating man, it sucks, am i right?” it had quite the reputation, for the two of them especially. “maybe we should just date each other.” she joked, though she was being partially serious. it felt right, they had bumped randomly into one another’s faulted situations on the same day, it almost felt like fate, though that subject was too cheesy to say aloud.

“well doctor lewis, i would not at all mind going on a date with you.” darcy frowned at the title that she had been called, pointing at the side of the woman’s jacket, that had a recyclable label stuck upon the material. “so you majored in science, if i am correct?” finally, someone got it! she could get used to that.

y/n did not appear as a deity nor a creature from another realm, she was normal. or so as far as the eye could tell, in fact, she did not suspect a thing from this woman, much less to be a defender of the earth that worked in a small and less know league than the avengers, yet still roamed the us to protect its people.

darcy though had won this battle for her though, giving her a moment of peace from fighting, and had idly sent durkus on his route far away. y/n could get used to not being the hero all the time, more so if this doctor was her knight in shining armour.

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fic-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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A Happy Accident

A/N: The other day I found out that Chris Evans may possibly have a sex dungeon? I don’t write real people fics but I knew I HAD to write a Steve Rogers fic about this because I mean...c’mon. Also the text conversation in the fic is indeed a real conversation between my friend and I.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, dom/sub, flogging, being tied up, penetrative sex, honorifics, praise kink

Word Count: 5.4k

You knew there was trouble before you even reached the meeting room, it was like a palpable tension you could sense coming from the conference room. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever was to come as you walked in and took your usual spot next to Natasha.

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” You questioned her, murmuring under your breath since nobody seemed keen to speak above a whisper for the time being.

“Some kind of security breach, we don’t know how bad yet, we have to wait for Stark.” She explained, speaking in clipped tones. She seemed nervous, which was understandable given the circumstances. A security breach could mean a number of things, none of them good. Anything from weapons tech to secret identities could’ve been revealed in the breach.

The tension seemed to come to a head when Tony and Steve walked into the room. Everyone erupted into a flurry of activity, peppering the two men with so many questions it was hard to make out what came from who.

“What was taken?” Someone asked.

“Was it anything serious?” Someone else wondered.

“Do we need to scrap the new suit designs?” You asked, adding your voice to the babble.

“Okay everyone settle down and give Tony some room to think.” Steve urged all of you, forming a one man barrier around Stark. Which you had to admit was rather effective. Once everyone reseated themselves and Steve gave Tony a nod, Tony cleared his throat.

“By now you all have obviously heard that there’s been a security breach. We don’t know who is behind the breach but so far all that was leaked was text conversations of the following Avengers; Wanda, Sam, Bucky, and Y/N.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were a target in the security breach. But why? Why you specifically and why just your text conversations? It seemed rather harmless considering everything else they could’ve taken.

“Luckily Wanda doesn’t really text anyone because everyone she knows is here. As far as Sam, Bucky, and Y/N are concerned they only leaked conversations from your work phones, meaning your personal phone security isn’t in question.” Tony reassured you all. Well, it reassured Sam and Bucky at least.

“Um, what do you mean ‘work phone’?” You asked, looking around with a puzzled expression on your face.

“You do have a burner phone for personal use, right?” Nat asked from beside you. Now your heart was located somewhere in your feet.

“I didn’t know I needed one.” You whispered, barely contained horror edging its way into your voice.

“Well, I mean what’s the worst that could be there?” Sam asked, trying to reassure you. Luckily, or unluckily enough, you didn’t have to answer that question because within the coming days they would all find out.

After the meeting you tried to go about your normal routine and ignore the security breach as best as you could. That got considerably harder the following morning, when the hacker released your private conversations with your friends for all the world to see. They went something like this:

Sarah: Do you think Steve Rogers is good in bed?

You: Obviously, dumb question.

Sarah: Do you think he’s kinky though?

You: Oh 100%, no way he doesn’t have a secret sex dungeon or something.

Sarah: Since you’re an Avenger now you should try to find out.

You: HAHAHAHAHA that’s hilarious and something I’ll never do, in reality. But in theory PUT ME IN COACH! I bet he would probably make me sign an NDA and I would totally be down for that.

Sarah: I’ll sign a DNR

You: HAA, I would sign the NDA but also have to tell you what’s happening and then I would make you sign an NDA.

Sarah: Then you’re breaking the NDA??

You: Not if you don’t tell anyone goddamn be cool.

Sarah: It’s the principle of the thing

You: ...I wonder what kind of dom he is

Sarah: Idk if he’s a daddy. He feels like a Sir or Master. I also think he doesn’t have soft limits, only hard limits.

You: as much as I would like to think he’s a pleasure dom I don’t think that’s true

Sarah: I agree

You: Maybe a brat tamer?

Sarah: That feels too tame for him.

You: Okay so then just a no holds bard whipping dom. I would wait all day in his sex dungeon just to lick his boots when he came home. Does that make me depraved? Probably.

Sarah: Possibly, I also think he’d degrade the shit out of you, like kinda pet play shit. I also think he has a spreader bar collection. Aaaand an overstimulation kink.

You: Oh agreed, that and edging. I feel like he would edge you for hours and then leave to go on a mission or something and you’re not allowed to touch yourself and then he comes back hours later and you’re just aching for release. And then only after you’re BEGGING he would let you come.

Sarah: Oof. How much do you wanna bet his dungeon is like a sensory deprivation thing? Think about it, hours upon hours of not having any form of relief, after begging nonstop, no real form of your senses and then BAM normal orgasm but heightened to the absolute max.

You: YEP! I bet he’s like the king of aftercare though, like 1000/10 so sweet. Like Steve Rogers is legit such a nice human being so I assume aftercare is the same.

Sarah: AYO SIR LEMME BE YOUR SUB

You: GOD FORREAL!

Needless to say, you did not leave your room that day. The next day you tried to get away with not leaving your room again but Nat was having none of that.

“Come on Y/N, I promise it’s not that bad, I’ve said much worse.” She assured you as she practically dragged you out of your room and into the elevator.

You buried your head in your hands and let out a frustrated scream. “He’s a coworker, Nat, and I totally objectified him and basically said all the filthy things I wanted him to do to me.”

“And I bet he’s real flattered about it! The man needs a good ego boost every now and then.” She replied with a laugh. To which you responded with another frustrated scream and a kick to the elevator doors as they opened. “I bet he didn’t even read it, I doubt anyone on the team did.” She said, sounding certain in her own thinking. She half convinced you until you walked into the training room and every pair of eyes turned to you, including Steve’s baby blues. Fuck.

“Okay we’re working in a group today people, focusing on enhanced individuals with external powers. Wanda and Y/N against Sam, Bucky, and Steve.” Nat announced, opening the door to the special training facility. So you and Wanda wouldn’t trash too much of Stark’s equipment with your powers.

“Hey Y/N, you been to any good sex dungeouns recently? I’m looking for one.” Sam quipped as you made your way to the starting point. Before you could even think about what you were doing the smell of ozone was ripe in the air and you sent a bolt of lightning hurtling towards Sam who was barely able to dodge it in time.

“Sorry...hand slipped.” You mock apologized, making it clear that you would have another ‘hand slip’ if he didn’t keep his mouth shut. He got the point well enough but the damage was already done. The tension was worse now than when you first found out about the breach, everyone trying not to bring up the elephant in the room.

Nat cleared her throat and started her countdown and then the training began in earnest. After an hour you were all panting and sweating, utterly spent from your session. Steve passed everyone a water bottle and you took it gratefully, chugging the cool liquid in earnest. It was then that another comment was made, this time by Bucky.

“Thanks for the aftercare daddy.” He mocked as he opened his own water bottle. Once again the smell of ozone was in the air but you didn’t have a chance to meet your target before Steve had Bucky pressed against the wall, his forearm digging into the other man’s throat.

“That’s enough.” He growled through his teeth. Everyone was silent for a minute and you almost felt sorry for the deer in the headlights look Bucky was now wearing on his face, almost. A shower of frustrated sparks extinguished all the lights in the room as you stormed from the room, embarrassment trailing after you.

That had been four hours ago and you hadn’t left your room, despite Natasha banging on the other side of your door. You had asked FRIDAY not to open it for anyone unless given your express permission. It seemed even the AI knew what kind of a mess you had landed yourself into, as she was immediately understanding of such a request. You were in the process of ordering a burner phone off of Amazon when there was a knock at your door.

“Nat, I don’t care how many books you offer to buy me, I’m NOT coming out of this room.” You yelled into the empty space of your room.

“Noted, but uh, it’s Steve. Can we talk?” You were at the door before he finished his sentence. You opened it no more than a crack, not courageous enough to do more.

“I don’t wanna talk to you, I’m mortified.” You mumbled, looking down at your feet instead of the imposing figure outside of your door. Steve gently pushed on the door with his hand and you let him open it the rest of the way. He brought gentle fingers to your chin and tilted your head back so you were looking into his eyes.

“There’s nothing to be mortified about, sweetheart. I just wanna talk.” He replied beseechingly. And maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the way he looked at you, but you relented and let him in, closing the door softly behind you.

“Listen, I’m really sorry for what I said. I obviously never thought it would see the light of day but that’s not an excuse and doesn’t make it okay. Fuck, Steve I’m so sorry. I can get reassigned if you want, have SHIELD put me somewhere else.” You rattled off apologies and half baked plans before you felt his hands gently clasp your shoulders and once again you were forced to look up into his eyes which had gone saucer wide.

“Doll what are you talking about? You don’t need to be reassigned, it's not that big of a deal.” He said, in an attempt to comfort you.

“Not a big deal? I practically accused you of having a sex dungeon and being a mega dom.” You blurted out, mortification making your voice rise half an octave.

He let out a soft sigh before he sat down on the edge of your bed, “It’s not like you were completely in the wrong.” He replied, and that’s when your brain short circuited.

“What? You have a sex dungeon?”

“Well, it’s not a dungeon, it's just my bedroom, but yes I do, partake in those types of things you described.” He explained, his voice as even and calm as if he were discussing the weather.

“Oh.” Was all you could really bring yourself to say.

“Oh? That’s all? I have to say you were much more articulate in your texts.” He teased, his voice suddenly becoming deeper and taking on an air of authority that wasn’t there a second ago. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

And again, maybe it was because of his tone or because of the absurdity of the situation you found yourself in but you answered him honestly. “I’m thinking I’m absolutely mortified that my coworker found out how badly I want him to fuck me.”

“What else?” He prompted. You couldn’t breathe properly, he was taking all the air from the room and the intensity in his gaze pinned you to the spot, like an unsuspecting doe finding itself at the barrel of a gun.

“I’m wondering how correct my predictions were. What kind of a dom you are.”

“Would you like to find out?”

“Yes.” You answered before you could think better of it. The second the word left your mouth your eyes went wide at the confession. Because you did want to find out, God did you want to find out what kind of shit Steve Rogers, the golden boy, was into.

“Then we have ourselves a deal. You want to find out what I’m into and I want to show you.”

“Right now?” You asked, breathless. You could feel your core ache at the suggestion, the want plain as day.

He chuckled before he moved to stand before you. “No pretty girl, not yet.” He whispered, bringing his right hand up to cup your cheek and stroke his thumb across the expanse of your lips. “First we have to talk about a few things.”

“Like what?” You questioned, completely enraptured by this man, finding yourself willing to submit to whatever he wanted you to. You were terrified by how much the prospect excited you.

“Like exactly what you want me to do to you. Your texts were very...explicit. But, that may have just been talk. I need to know specifics if this is going to work.” Steve explained, backing you up until you hit your dresser. Without a word he lifted you on top of it and stood between your legs, one of his hands tracing absent minded patterns on your thigh.

It was hard to think with him in such close proximity but you tried to clear your mind because you really wanted this, your mouth went dry at the thought. “I want...I want to be tied up. And I want to be blindfolded. And whipped.” It felt weird to lay your desires out plain before you like this. It made you feel exposed, but it was also oddly empowering.

Steve nodded his head at your requests. “You mentioned something to your friend about edging and orgasm denial, is that something you still wanted to try?”

“Yes, but not, not yet. I’ve never um, I haven’t- I’ve never been kinky with a partner.” You explained to him, feeling an embarrassing heat creeping up your face.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, we all start somewhere.” Steve insisted, bringing his hands up to settle on your hips. “Anything else?” After you shook your head he gave you a nod in reassurance. “Okay, I’ll be in touch.” He said as he stepped away from you.

That was three days ago and you hadn’t heard anything from him on the matter since. You had trained with him, went for a run with him, had the usual team meetings and exchanged the usual pleasantries but nothing out of the ordinary. You had even gone far enough in your wandering mind to think that maybe you imagined the whole interaction.

On Friday, you were told that Steve had gone away on a mission and by that point the team was done teasing you about the leaked conversation, already having moved on to the next thing. You had made plans to go out with them that night to a community outreach thing in Manhattan. You had just gotten your jeans on when a piece of paper slid across your floor from the door.

You walked over to it, thinking someone had just dropped their paper, when you saw what was written on the other side of it.

Text an excuse to Stark for the outreach and then come to my room. -SR

Your heartbeat sped up to a gallop as you read the message through two more times, just to be certain. This was it, it was happening. With shaky fingers you texted Tony a flimsy excuse about draft reports you needed to finish before you put your phone back on your desk and calmly made your way to Steve’s room.

You went to knock but found the door slightly ajar. Taking that as your cue you stepped into Steve Rogers room. While it wasn’t the first time you had been here, it was certainly a circumstance that you weren’t used to. Everything seemed...different somehow. The curtains were drawn and the only light came from dim overhead lighting. There was a faint scent of jasmine that you assumed came from a candle or incense burner you couldn’t see somewhere. On the bed, the sheets had been changed to something that looked like silk and resting on top was an eye mask and two long chords of rope. Which seemed innocuous enough, current circumstances notwithstanding.

“Shut the door and lock it please.” A voice commanded from a shadow in the corner of the room. As soon as you locked the door Steve Rogers emerged from the shadows in an all black version of his Captain America suit. You had never seen him in such a suit before and the sight of him in it made your mouth water and your knees buckle. This was really happening.

“I have to admit, when I read your text conversation I was surprised to say the least. I didn’t know how many dirty thoughts resided in that head of yours but you did not disappoint, did you sweetheart?” He questioned as he made his way over to where you stood, rooted to your spot by the door. He gently pressed against your shoulder and you followed his lead, letting him back you against the door, his strong hands landing on either side of your head, arms caging you in. “And then when we spoke, you were /very/ specific in what you wanted and I am nothing if not obliging, you’ll find.” He whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your mouth at the implication behind his words.

“Are you ready to be my good girl? Hmm sweetheart?”

“Yes Steve.” You whispered, your mind not being able to form anything other than those words.

He made a slight tsking sound. “In here, don’t call me Steve. It’s Captain. Got it?”

“Yes Captain.” You replied obediently.

“Good girl, now get undressed for me.” He commanded, stepping back to give you room to complete his task. With nervous fingers you lifted your shirt above your head and undid the clasp on your bra. You watched as Steve’s eyes took in your exposed top half, he licked his lips which made you shiver in turn. Confidence growing by his visible excitement you unbuttoned your jeans and slipped them down your legs along with your panties, until you were gloriously naked before him.

“God, you're so beautiful sweetheart. I’m already getting hard and all you’ve done is get undressed.” He praised you as he palmed himself through his tac pants. “Come here pretty girl.” He insisted as he picked up the blindfold.

You walked over to him and turned around as he secured the blindfold against your eyes and tied it for you. “Now, we’re gonna use a color system, okay? Green means you’re okay to keep going, Yellow means to slow down, and Red means stop. Can you remember that doll?”

“Yes Captain.” You murmured as you adjusted to not being able to see. You tuned into your other senses to rely on what was happening. You felt Steve take your hand and walk you over until you reached the side of the bed. He helped you up before asking you to lay down on your back.

“Okay pretty girl I’m gonna tie you up now.” He told you as you felt both of his hands take your left arm and maneuver it above your head before securing your wrist in place with rope. He pressed a gentle kiss to the spot before repeating the process with your other arm. “How do you feel sweetheart?”

“Good Captain, I feel good.” You told him as your heartbeat kicked up another notch. You felt him take your left leg with gentle fingers and tie your ankle to the baseboard of the bed. You gasped as he secured your right ankle, knowing you were now naked and spread bare before him. You felt the bed dip as he kneeled over you and brought his mouth down to whisper in your ear.

“What’s your color baby?”

“Green.” You replied. Almost immediately you felt his lips press against yours, desperate and hungry for you. You kissed back with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. It was a strange sensation, kissing someone you couldn’t touch let alone see, but that didn’t make it unpleasant. You felt blissfully detached from your body and the need raced down to your pussy until you had the sudden urge to close your legs and hide your arousal.

Steve chuckled against your mouth as his left hand snaked down to see what you were trying in vain to hide. “So eager for me and we’ve hardly started” He lazily swiped his fingers along your folds to feel the wetness that gathered there. He then brought the same hand up to your breast and worked your juices around your nipple, making you groan at the sheer wantonness of it all. Steve happily swallowed your groan with his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to pass your lips.

You fervently kissed him back as his ministrations against your nipple continued. His lips left yours and left a trail of hot kisses down your throat and over to your neglected right nipple. You felt him blow cold air on it and your back bowed against the bed, your arms straining against the restraints. He scraped his teeth against your sensitive bud and you couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Captain.” You let out as he took your nipple into his mouth. You could feel his left hand leave your nipple and you let out a whine of protest. He only laughed against your skin before you heard the faint opening of a drawer. Your ears picked up the sound of him rummaging around for something but you couldn’t focus too much on that as the rest of your body was alight with fire as he continued to work on your nipple with his mouth. He finally found what he was looking for in the drawer and he released your nipple with a wet popping sound before you felt his weight shift and he removed himself from you.

“You mentioned something about being whipped.” He teased, and you could hear that his own arousal had made his voice hoarse. Your cunt throbbed in response. “Do you know what a flogger is pretty girl?”

“Yes Captain.” You replied from your position on the bed. Your mouth went dry at the mental image you had of Steve in his black tac suit with a flogger in hand. How would he use it on you? Would it hurt? Be pleasant? The anticipation was eating you up in the best of ways.

“Good girl. We’re gonna do some counting. Since this is your first time we won’t do too many, just ten. But you have to count them pretty girl. If you forget, or lose count, we start over. Do you understand?”

Oh fuck. “Yes Captain.” You heard him chuckle from somewhere above you before you heard the whoosh of the flogger and the sensation on your skin. You gasped as the leather straps came down hard against your left nipple. “One.” The second one came down against your right nipple and you found that your pussy clenched around nothing. “Two.”

Numbers three, four, and five were placed on your nipples and your stomach.

“Halfway there pretty girl, you’re doing so well.” Steve’s voice came from somewhere around you. A thin layer of sweat had broken out over your skin and your arousal was through the roof. You found yourself panting in anticipation of the next strike. It came, the leather striking against your dripping center and you let out a gasp as your back arched off of the silk sheets. “Six”

“Oh you liked that one didn’t you sweetheart?” Steve teased.

“Yes Captain.” You replied breathlessly. Number seven came in the same spot and another lewd sound left your mouth as the flogger found its spot. Numbers eight and nine he placed on the sensitive insides of your thighs.

“Last one pretty girl. You’ve taken it so well I’ll let you decide where this last one goes.”

“Hit my pussy again, please, I want it so bad Captain.” You practically pleaded. Under any other circumstances you would’ve been ashamed at how pathetic you sounded but you didn’t care. Steve Rogers was doing depraved things to you and you couldn’t think straight. You just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, to take all of you, every tiny nook and cranny of your being until he knew your pleasures like the back of his hand.

“Such a needy girl, maybe after the flogger I’ll give you a reward.” He replied, sounding pleased with you, before he placed the tenth and final flog against your aching core. “God you look so sexy like this, blindfolded and tied to my bed, maybe I should leave you here as my own personal fucktoy, would you like that baby?” He asked as he inserted two fingers into your mouth.

You mumbled your response against the digits, your pussy getting wetter at the thought of him using you like that. You were only half kidding when you had texted your friend about it but now, with your arousal so strong, it sounded more and more enticing. Steve removed his fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your sensitive center, rubbing them up and down your slit before inserting them into your slick heat. You gasped at the intrusion and felt your hips buck up in response to being filled.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he began to pump them at a leisurely pace. You felt him make his way down your body to nestle himself between your spread legs and then his hot breath was fanning out over your cunt as his fingers continued to fuck you. “You look so good, pretty girl. Spread open for me like my own personal feast. God you’re so wet. I guess you like to be flogged.” He spoke, the filthy words that left his lips making you wetter than you already were. Without warning he brought his tongue to you and kitten licked your clit, sending a shockwave through your system.

He took your clit in his mouth and sucked as he continued to work you with his fingers. You fruitlessly tugged against your restraints and bucked your hips in an attempt to get the friction you so desperately needed.

“God sweetheart you taste better than I imagined.” Steve commented as his tongue lapped up your juices. “I bet I’ll be able to taste you on my tongue for a week.”

“Fuck, Captain, please can I cum?” You begged, tears wetting the inside of your mask from the intensity of your session.

“Come for me baby, let me feel you come on my fingers.” Steve commanded and that was your undoing. The knot that had been building inside of you was finally released and you came loudy around his fingers. You felt him lick you through the aftershocks.

“Talk to me, pretty girl, how are you feeling?” Steve questioned, voice hot once again by your ear. His suit gently pressing against your overstimulated skin. “Give me a color.” He asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your jawline.

“I’m good Captain, still Green.” You responded, coming down from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl for your Captain. You’re doin’ so well pretty girl.” He said as he left the bed. You weren’t sure where he went until you felt his dexterous fingers undoing the ropes on your left leg. “I’m undoing the leg ropes first. And then I’m going to fuck you senseless like I’ve been wanting to do since I saw those damn text messages.” Your spent cunt clenched around nothing, as you eagerly waited for him to undo the other leg restraint. You could hear him undo the many zippers and clasps on his tac suit until the bed dipped and he was once again between your legs.

This time skin met skin as you felt his upper thighs press between yours as he brought himself closer to you still. You felt the tip of his cock slide between your wet folds before slipping inside. The breath was stolen from your lungs at the feel of him sinking into your waiting cunt. A low moan left your mouth as you felt every perfect inch of him spreading you until he bottomed out and his hips nestled perfectly against your own.

You felt his forehead press against your own. “Fuck you feel perfect, you know that pretty girl? My perfect little pussy.” He breathed against your mouth as he let you adjust to him. He retracted himself from you fully before swiftly filling you up again. Any noise you may have made was swallowed as he kissed you with a hunger you didn’t think was possible. What started as a slow rhythm quickly changed until he was snapping into you with a fervor akin to a madman.

Your hips eagerly met his thrusts and soon your combined pants and skin slapping filled the room. Still blindfolded, you felt the moment his hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed just so. That had your walls flutter around him and your hips stuttered.

“Oh you like that don’t you? You like when I choke you huh pretty girl?” He asked eagerly, his voice husky from moaning.

“Yes, fuck, please Captain, fuck me.” You rasped out. You grunted as he brought his other hand down to press your hips into the mattress before he slammed into you at a relentless pace. Eventually, his hand left your throat to play with your bundle of nerves.

“Come on pretty girl. Come for me.” He ordered and you were only too happy to comply. You came hard around him, enough that you saw stars behind the blindfold and Steve let out a string of curses and praises for you as he pulled out of you and you felt his cum paint your stomach.

You had a moment to catch your breath as you heard Steve pad over to what you assumed was the bathroom. He came back and placed a warm washcloth against your skin, cleaning up the combined mess you both made. Then you felt his hands move up to untie the blindfold around your eyes. You squinted into the low light of the room and were shocked to see Steve bare chested and glistening with sweat before you.

“Hi.” You murmured shyly, finding that some of your confidence had left you along with the blindfold. Seeing him like this, because of you, because of what you had done, somehow cemented this moment in reality. There was no turning back now.

“Hi yourself, how do you feel?” He asked as he undid the ropes around your wrists.

“I um wow, I feel great.” You said and realized it was true. In the afterglow of the scene you felt amazing. Sexy and empowered and utterly spent but undeniably amazing.

“You did great.” Steve assured you as he took lotion into his hands and massaged the areas on your wrists and ankles where the ropes had been. He placed a gentle kiss on each palm when he was done and went to get you a glass of water. “Drink all of this.”

You took the glass from his hands and drank deep. Appreciating the cool feeling of the water as it slid down the column of your throat, you didn’t realize how thirsty you had become. You finished the glass and handed it back to Steve, who placed it on one of his bedside tables.

“Good girl.” He praised and you felt yourself blush in response. He noticed. “Do you like being praised, sweetheart?”

“Yes Captain.” You nodded.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied as he helped you into one of his shirts and placed you underneath the covers. He rested beside you and wrapped you in his strong arms. “You did so well today for your first time. It wasn’t too much for you was it?”

“No, I really liked it.” You reassured him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead with a promise to discuss it more after you slept some.

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The Night We Met

Part One - The Night We Met

Pairing: Javier Peña/ Female Murphy!Reader

Words: 5.3k

Summary: Murphy's sister travels to Colombia after realising Steve might not quite be A-Okay and meets the Javier Peña.

Content Warnings: 18+ Smut-ish (I wouldn’t wanna read it out to my mom), dry humping, dirty talk in Spanish which reader doesn’t understand so does it really count?, gratuitous love of the black shirt from the torture scene.

AO3

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Author Note: So here is my return to writing! The word count got away from me but I loved every second of it. Always after prompts, so drop me a message on here if you'd like to see anything in particular. If it's in my wheelhouse, you'll definitely see it.

Pedro in the black shirt in this scene is what inspired me to write this, I can’t lie.

If you were brutally honest with yourself, this spur of the moment decision may have been a mistake.

Other people could make these choices and not have that nagging feeling in their gut from the second they booked their fuckin' airline ticket. You had attempted to grab life by its metaphorical horns and go and sort this shit show out by yourself, but after your momentarial bravery was used up, all that was left was a crippling anxiety that threatened to send you into a full scale panic attack if you thought too hard about the fact you were following your big brother to Colombia.

Yes, Colombia. You, a U.S. national with no particular interest in hunting Pablo Escobar, had decided to vacation in sunny, crime ridden Bogotá on a whim.

You were fuckin’ dumb.

Sarcasm aside, you weren’t actually here on vacation, you were going to check on Stevie. Your brother, one of the DEA agents assigned with taking down Escobar.

You’d been worried about him for a few months, it had sounded like he was dealing with heavy shit in South America, you knew that was the job, but he was still your brother.

His calls had gotten less and less frequent until he stopped returning them all together and the only reason you knew he was alive were your pep-talks with your sister-in-law, trying to help her keep her shit together, but hell, you weren’t a therapist or a miracle worker. So when Connie rang asking to stay at your place you had obliged and she had returned to Miami a mere shell of her former self.

After a mammoth amount of prodding over the course of two days you managed to wring the truth out of her, not the nuggets of information she had given you over the phone in hushed whispers during her time in Colombia but the whole messy story; the communist Elisa Alvarez, Steve’s kidnapping and the cold edges your brother was developing.

It was all you could do not to book the tickets there and then, but you held out and supported Connie in the ways Steve couldn't have, taking care of Olivia when you could and just trying your hardest to be there for her. Your presence alone seemed to be enough to help her through the days that followed. A week and a half after her return, you booked your flight to Colombia in secret.

You had to check on Steve.

He hadn’t answered a single one of your many many calls. You packed light and told Connie the morning of, and whilst she didn’t like it, she understood. You supposed that a part of her was relieved to know her husband would have someone in Colombia that wasn't there to kill him.

So here you sat, two hours into your flight to the paradise destination; Bogotá. Your brother's address scrawled on a scrap piece of paper in the one hand and a glass of cheap whiskey in the other. The alcohol did little to to calm your nerves, this was a dangerous place for a cop, let alone a fuckin’ clueless civilian.

When the plane finally touched down, you stood from your seat emptying the last few drops of whiskey which had tried to evade you onto your tongue, you picked up your backpack and queued to leave the plane.

The second you left the aircraft the humidity hit you like a brick wall, it was like all of the fresh air had been sucked out of the atmosphere. On a normal evening you would appreciate such a warm climate, but now the heat meant frustration to your tired brain and it only added to your baseline levels of anxiety as your hairline and upper lip were drenched as you walked through the arrivals gate.

Cards on the table; you didn’t have much of a game plan, you spoke no Spanish and stuck out like a sore thumb. You had the address but no means to get there, you didn’t relish the idea of getting in a taxi as a woman alone in a foreign country, but with little to no other options you went to hail one of the cabs that sat outside the airport.

Your fears turned out to be for naught, well not quite naught as the man had raked his eyes across your body for a large percentage of the trip in his mirror, but he had the good grace not to kidnap or murder you, which for you meant it was a successful journey, how low you had set the bar was just occuring to you.

After paying the gentleman he dropped you outside what appeared to Steve’s apartment building. You take a moment on the pavement to recollect yourself ready for your reunion. Peeling your denim jacket off, you decide instead to wrap it around your waist, tying the sleeves securely. With a harumph, you grab the handle of your suitcase, and drag it behind you. Your success thus far gives you a second wind of determination.

Though apparently dumb luck can only get you so far, because after heaving your suitcase up a flight of stairs and rapping on the door of apartment 20 until your knuckles ached, it began to dawn on you, you had no clue if this was even the right building.

“Fuck.” you mutter to yourself, you should’ve rang Connie or tried Steve again when you landed, but you’d been so single minded in carrying out your plan all common sense had apparently abandoned you. So with a million different scenarios of things you could’ve done better playing out behind your eyes you dragged your suitcase to the small lobby of the building, where the front door stood.

You huffed and dropped onto the bottom step in surrender, not quite sure where to go from here.

Weeks of anxiety and worry finally took their toll on your body as reality set in, and as it did so you couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of the situation you’d put yourself in. A light chuckle escaped your body as you held your face in your hands,you rubbed at your eyes as a way of refreshing yourself before sighing and leaning back.

You must have sat with your head in your hands for around three hours before anyone of note arrived, you had received strange looks from residents in their comings and goings as they stepped around you, your expectant looks turned to disappointment when you realised they weren’t Steve. In fairness, you, a gringa sitting on the stairs at 2am, most likely wasn’t a daily occurrence to these homeowners.

By the time he came through the door, your eyes were closed and your head was leant on the bannister, trying to get what little rest you could. Your eyes opened a crack to see a man and a woman enter the building and turn right, the man had his arm around her as he stared at you in confusion, the look was so quick you may have missed it if you blinked, but they were talking in low whispers of Spanish and from the looks of things he didn’t give you a second thought.

So you extended him the same courtesy and shut your eyes once again, you heard the metal jangling of keys going into the lock, the sound of smacking lips and then the door was closed. You figured that was the end of it, instead you heard hurried footsteps coming towards you, your eyes shot open as he rounded the corner.

“Estás bien?” The man questioned. It took you a moment to realise he was talking to you, as you took him in you were struck by your stupidity, how could you have dismissed this man so quickly even in the throes of a mental breakdown. His chocolate brown eyes bore into your own as you realised he was waiting for a response.

“Uh… no hablo... español?” you pretty much asked him, cringing internally at your butchering of the most basic sentence of this gorgeous strangers language, his lips quirked at your mumbles making his mustache raise on one side with his smirk. Now, you’d never been a fan of a mustache, Steve and your father had both taken to styling their facial hair in such a way, and as a rule of thumb they were a big no-no. But my god. This man made that mustache his bitch and that bitch worked for him.

“You’re American?” He questions, smirk dropping along with his eyebrows in confusion as his brain processes the information.

“Oh thank god and Jesus fuckin’ christ above. You’re American!” Your timid nature had given way to pure unadulterated relief. “Stevie, Steve Murphy, he lives in this building, yeah?”

“Yeah… Stevi...Steve lives here- I’m sorry, who the hell are you?” He asks with a puzzled look and a shake of his head, there’s an air of distrust about him for some strange reason.

“I’m Y/N Murphy, I’m his sister.”

“Sister? Mierda... does he know you’re here?”

“Nope,” You pop your P as you shrug at the man before you with false nonchalance. “He’d have to answer the phone to me or Connie to know that now, wouldn’t he?”

“Steve.” The stranger sighed, annoyed.

“Sorry, who are you?” You asked, yourself becoming more bemused by the man by the second.

“I’m Steve’s partner, Javier.” He held out his hand which you were more than happy to take in a shake, his tan hand was soft yet strong as it held your own captive within it. “C’mon in I’ll give him a call, God knows what time he’s planning on getting back.”

“Uh, I don’t want to interrupt…” You mumble, waving your free hand vaguely towards where you knew the woman was waiting for him, making him smirk once again.

You were beginning to think that the sarcastic raise of his mouth was just his default resting face.

“You’re not interrupting anything.”

Now I know what you’re thinking, ‘cause I’d think it to. This is how people die in America, let alone fuckin’ Colombia, but if it's a choice between dying at the hands of a gorgeous man who seems to know your brother or a stray that wonders in through the non-descript lobby door then you’d rather go out with a nice view, even if he did have a girlfriend.

If you had to gamble, you’d say you had a damn good chance of making it out of this apartment alive.

So you nodded and used the hand he hadn’t released yet to pull yourself up into a standing position. He wasn’t particularly tall but he still towered over you, your eyeline gave you a great view past his black shirt which was unbuttoned quite liberally, you assumed that was courtesy of the woman he’d entered with.

“Thank you,” you nodded at him with a genuine smile of relief. He didn’t reply, only grabbed the handle of your pull along suitcase before extending his arm towards his apartment and motioning to wordlessly say, after you.

Now you know how people say when you can feel a stare? You had the sensation before, but as you leaned over to pick up your backpack from the bottom step, you felt his eyes laser focus on your denim clad ass. You turned your head in disbelief and found his eyes still lingered there for a moment before meeting your own. Unbelievable. Part of you was flattered, the other part was bemused that he had a beautiful woman in there waiting and here he was ogling you.

You rolled your eyes, instilled with a new confidence as you turned and walked towards his apartment, you felt his eyes follow your form once more.

Steve’s hot partner was an ass man... Good to know.

...

As it turns out Javier’s girlfriend, or what you we’re starting to think was more of a one night stand, was not happy with the situation at all, you came to this discovery as Javier pointed you to the sofa before beginning arguing with her in hushed Spanish, the beautiful woman huffed and sent a dirty look your way before storming out and slamming the door behind her, with enough power to make it shake in its bearings. You raised your eyebrows at Javier from your seat. He shook his head with a sigh and began lighting up a cigarette, he turned and offered you one.

“No thanks, I quit.”

“Woman with an iron will?”

“Not quite,” You whisper, shaking your head.

He smiles before clearing his throat and moving over to pick up his landline. Javier presses a combination of buttons, before putting it to his ear and blowing the smoke from his lungs. His eyes met yours as the phone rang, he gave you reassuring wink.

“Murphy? … Yeah… you need to get back to your place now... You’ve got a guest.... No … come find out why don’t you?” Sarcasm dripped from his lazy tone, his voice was so smooth. It was like chocolate on gravel, you could listen to him talk for hours, which led your mind down that deep dark hole of what he sounded like during more carnal acts, he’d be a talker, for definite, what with all that confidence and swagger. “‘Kay… I’ll see you soon.”

Shaking your head you centred yourself, it had been a dry patch for you. You needed to calm down and not throw yourself at your brother's partner, even if he just so happened to be the first man you had any interest in to show you attention in months.

“He’s on his way,” He confirmed what you already knew but you liked hearing him speak so you nodded in thanks. An awkward silence filled the air for a few moments, as you two perfect strangers shared one another's company.

“Drink?” He offered pointing at the bottle of whiskey on the counter.

“God, yes.” You all but moaned at the offer. Javier chuckled, and grabbed a second glass from his cupboard, before pouring you both a generous serving. He walked around the back of the sofa, and passed you the glass of liquid gold and took a seat next to you. Close enough to initiate something, but not touching, quite a respectful distance.

Initiate something? God Y/N, get your mind out of the gutter. This poor man had only invited you in because you were his partner's sister and he was doing the decent thing.

“Uh… The television work?” You ask, pointing at the empty screen.

“I didn’t realise you could speak Spanish…” His voice was dripping with false surprise, mocking your earlier attempts at the language, though he reached across and switched the box on with the remote, he began flicking through the channels so quickly he almost gave you a headache.

“Oh yes, I’m very proficient, I just didn’t want to intimidate you earlier. Hola Señor Javier.” You say continuing his ruse. He chuckles at your words, it's a deep warm noise that shakes his entire frame. You were definitely thinking about adding Javier’s voice to your top ten list of favourite sounds.

He flicks through the channels, for a few seconds before sighing and dropping the remote in your lap. Taking your assignment seriously, you sit up, bringing yourself a few inches closer to the man next to you, purely accidentally of course and begin flicking through the channels as Javier had done moments before, though 3am TV scheduling left a lot to be desired.

News, News, Colombian QVC, News, News, Soap opera. Bingo!

“Ah, now we’re talking.” You mumble, eyes stuck on the screen of the Colombian Soap opera playing. The two of you sat in silence once again as you slowly sipped on your drinks watching drama play out.

You watched in silence for around ten minutes, not understanding a single word of what was being said. The scene was on two latino actors sitting in a bedroom. The woman was sat on the bed being confronted by the man in a serious tone.

“What is she saying?” You question narrowing your eyes at the beautiful woman's tone. Javier, who had been watching your reactions the whole time as you got into the awful tv show scrambled as he tried to listen and translate the woman's words.

“Uh… her dads an alcoholic and she’s trying to support her son… that guy didn’t know about the son... I think… she was happy living a double life without the worry and she wants him to forgive her and start over…” Javier translated, giving you the general cliff notes.

“Oh shit,” You gasped at his words, but your attention diverted to the screen where the two had continued their heated argument and began kissing or rather where the man was devouring her neck, “I’m getting vibes that he might be open to forgiving her.”

You chuckled at your own joke, as did Javier. Though this time when his body shook his bare elbow touched your own.

How was he so goddamn warm?

All he was wearing was a black button down shirt. One that looked to be the wrong size it was so tightly fitted- not that you were complaining about the view. My God, were you horny today.

You took a gulp of your drink, trying to refocus for the third or fourth time this evening, trying so desperately to reign in your inner school girl and focus on the television, though that didn’t help as the actors were now eating one anothers faces on a bed. The silence was thick with tension, though that could’ve been entirely on you; one innocent touch of a man's elbow and you’re a blushing mess.

Get a grip Y/N.

The silence dragged on as you pretended to watch the soap opera you had absolutely no understanding of in a futile attempt to ignore the man next to you. You can only imagine what he thought of your levels of focus on the tv, as you stared at the box in the corner of the room like it was the greatest cinematic masterpiece of all time and you were getting ready to write a full-scale analysis on the work of art.

Javier broke the tension in the room by finally asking the question that had been on his lips all evening.

“You came all the way to Colombia... Why?” Javier grabbed a cigarette off of the coffee table, placing his drink where the carton of smokes had been. He lit the stick and waited for your response, honestly, you were thrown. The question had come out of nowhere whilst you were still trying to analyse why exactly this man had such an effect on you when he was doing nothing but being a good host. You hastened to think up a half coherent reply before you just answered truthfully.

“Steve stopped answering the phone, I mean he’s always been shitty at checking in, even when he was in Miami. When he got here we’d have a catch up every week or so, we all know how dangerous it is for you guys over here, so we joked about calling it ‘the alive check’. For the last couple of months, I was checking in with Connie more than Steve but he’d still pick up once every week, without fail. Then four weeks ago the fucker stopped answering my calls all together and Connie showed up on my doorstep with Olivia in tow last week.”

“Look, you coming down here probably makes more problems than it solves, Steve’s a big boy if he doesn’t call to check in, it's probably ‘cause he’s busy... He’s-” Something about Javier’s dismissive tone rubbed you the wrong way, call it sleep deprivation or blame the weeks of stress, but you were tired of being called paranoid. You were not an overbearing mother hen.

“My brother always answers my calls. Or at least he used to. I can’t begin to understand what you guys are going through, but I’m not losing my brother to some piece of shit Colombian drug dealer.”

Javier raised his hands in mock surrender, cigarette still in mouth. “He’s actually more of a drug lord slash narcoterrorist, but-”

“How is he?” You interrupt Javier’s attempt at diffusing the situation with humor, turning to him on the sofa. You rearranged yourself, bringing your leg up so your knee touched his thigh as you gave him your full attention, you plucked the smoke from between his lips and held it between your two fingers as you spoke. “Tell me Steve’s fine. Tell me I’m worrying for nothing and I’ll get back on that plane and leave tomorrow morning."

You take one drag and offer it back to him, he accepts it, deliberately looking you in the eyes as he places the cigarette in his mouth, attaching his lips to where your own had been seconds earlier. He takes it from his mouth and stubs it on an ash tray that rests on the arm of the sofa, his focus is single minded on his task. The pressure in your lower stomach is mounting as you stare at the tanned man before you who is carrying out a menial task that has you more turned on than you’d ever admit.

When the red tip is extinguished thoroughly, taking much longer than you thought it needed to, Javi turns to you, his mahogany eyes have you pinned in your tracks. You found yourself admitting they were gorgeous for the second time this evening, they were the type of brown you could never quite describe, they had so much depth, not quite a chocolate, not quite coffee, they were rich and deep pools. They reminded you of the forest, not the green leaves but the earthy brown, the strong beams of wood that held everything up around it.

Javier's hand emigrated forward slowly, your eyes followed the movement in your peripheral but you didn’t dare look away from the pools of molasses as he reached to grip one hand at your denim thigh, his eyes roamed your face for any sign of this being an unwelcome approach and when he found none his other hand began its climb to rest on your jaw, just below your ear.

You couldn’t say if you moved towards him or if he advanced on you, all you knew was he was on you now as the tips of your noses rubbed against one another.

“Quiero saborearte…” He whispered so lowly you barely even heard it before he leaned in that last inch and captured your lips in a single, chaste kiss. Your lips connected and you realised the heat you had felt from his arms had been nothing. Fire coursed through your veins upon contact, surging through your blood and going south to a pressure that built in your lower stomach.

Your hand shot up to land on his collarbone, before you could even really consider your own actions you pulled apart until your foreheads were the only thing touching. He was intoxicating, you could lose yourself completely in this man, he somehow smelt like cinnamon, whiskey and sweat, a combination you’d never thought would send liquid fire through your central nervous system. You’d give anything to taste him properly, but this was wrong. So so wrong. This was your brother's partner, this was inviting complication to your door, when you were just here to check on Steve. You were here for Steve.

You were here for Steve...

“... This isn’t a good idea.” You all but whisper, closing your eyes. Regret pulses through your veins at your self imposed restraint.

“Never is.” He leaned forward and captured your lips. You didn’t have any fight left in you, exhausted and at wits end you embraced your spiral into stupidity instead and your hands glided across the clammy skin of his neck to grab at his short ink black hair. You wrapped your fingers around it to drag him closer to you, your lips clashed, all teeth at first but you didn’t care as his tongue began to fight against yours for dominance.

He tasted as good as you imagined, he was the right combination of sweet and bitter, with undertones of whiskey and tobacco on his tongue. Your response to his assault on your mouth told him it was go time, Javier pulled you into his lap and his hands lowered to your ass. Your body was flush with his own as your breasts pressed against his chest, you could feel every solid line of his lithe body against your own.

You licked at his honied tongue, before withdrawing and pulling his bottom lip into your mouth and sucking on the soft plush skin. His mustache tickled your upper lip, a sensation you weren’t used to but could so easily grow to love. This made him tighten his grip on your backside in response and he let out a throaty groan at the meat he found there, Javier was definitely an ass man, you felt his bulge pressing against your core as you both began grinding against each other in earnest. You felt like a horny teenager as you grinded on a man you barely knew.

You felt him grip at the bottom of your tank top and begin to lift it, except he stopped, and began to rub patterns on the stomach he exposed. Javier’s mouth descended from your lips to begin to suck and lick at your throat. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his work as pleasure rippled throught your body. His hands slid the length of your body to grab at your chest, which conforming to every stereotype was heaving, he palmed your breast blindly as his face was still buried in your hair, sucking and kissing along to your ear, before he raised his mouth a mere inch and whispered “Te follaré toda la noche niña.”

He said it with such surety that your body convulsed in on itself without even needing to know what the man above you was saying. You could only hope it was absolutely filthy and profanity ridden, because then at least, the sentiment would be shared. He bit at the lobe of your ear before his hands left your breasts and travelled to the hem of your tank top, getting ready to pull it over your head.

It was strange to say that you remembered your brother was on his way here as a man tried to take your t-shirt off, but that’s just the way it went. You knew if that top came off, dry humping would be the most PG action of the night and if Steve turned up and found you mounted on his partner, he probably wouldn’t be too thrilled.

You couldn’t stop yourself from stroking the man's hair whose face was planted in between your tits as his hips rose against your own pushing his hardened length up against the seams of your jeans, you gasped as he hit that sweet spot. You let out a noise that sounded like a wail. You wanted nothing more than to lie back and let this man have his filthy way with your body. And you know, from the hour you’ve spent with this man it would be phenomenally filthy. The kind of sex that would ruin all men for you, but no. You had to be a good sister. Like a fuckin loser.

Sighing, you threw your body sideways before you could change your mind and ended up on your back. Javier followed you, caging you with his frame as he covered your body with his own. Gripping your face like he was a starving man and you were the only sustenance he’d ever need. It would be so easy to get lost in him, to give in to that magic tongue but you couldn’t let this go any further so you placed a hand on his chest.

Taking your cue he paused his tongues assault on your mouth and stopped, resting his forehead against your own. You were both breathing heavily trying to come back down to reality, his eyes were no longer the chocolate brown you’d been comforted by when you met, but rings of obsidian staring into your soul. You wanted this man, my god you did. But this would make more problems for Steve.

The two of you stayed that way for a while, foreheads and bodies pressed against one another until both of your breathing evened out. The silence dragged, heavy in the air as you two strangers both waited for the other to break it.

“...Is Steve okay?”

“...No... He’s been fuckin’ mess ever since Connie left.” Javier sighed whilst closing his eyes and breathing deep. You raised your hands from his chest, which was difficult as he was crushing his body to yours and cupped his cheek, you joined your lips once more, much like the first kiss. This was sweet and there wasn’t a carnal appetite behind it but rather an understanding.

The loud knock on the front door startles you both as you’d been so wrapped up in one another you’d not heard the steps leading to it. The two of you split apart like a pair of guilty teens caught in the act. You both stared at each other for a second before he nods at you and walks to the front door whilst rearranging his bulge discreetly in his jeans, this was something you pretended not to see as you sat back up right on the sofa. You had only a moment to fix yourself, as you pulled your tank top from where it was hooked by your breasts and ran your fingers through your hair so you didn’t look like you’ve just had the ravaging of a lifetime.

Javier pulled open the door and you clutch your hands into your lap, not quite sure what kind of reception you were about to receive from your brother. You hear the two men greet one another in hushed whispers, you couldn’t make out Steve's voice much until you hear his voice clear as day “...what the hell was so important it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

You stand from your spot on the sofa and quickly realise the button on your jeans is undone; if you’re honest you don’t even know how he managed to do that without you noticing, even though it's not the time you take a solitary second to commend Javier on his artistry of disrobing a woman. Turning quickly you pull the rivet back through the hole and swing around as Steve crosses the threshold from the hallway.

Steve looks from you, to Javier and then back to you once more in complete surprise. It takes his brain a hot second to process that you’re here in front of him and in Colombia before he rushes you. Clutching you tight and hugging you to his chest. You hear something that sounds suspiciously like a sob leave your brothers chest before he collapses into you. The front door and Javier’s bedroom both in rapid succession, giving you the privacy you knew your brother would need after breaking down like this.

You couldn’t support Steve’s weight with your considerably smaller frame and the two of you fell to the ground as you held your broken brother. His body shook with silent sobs as he buried his face in your shoulder.

You said nothing as you held him and stroked his hair. In that moment you thanked your every instinct that screamed at you to come to Colombia.

This had definitely not been a mistake.

Part Two

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