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the setback ─ rafe cameron; part five

summary: it's been two years since your departure from the outer banks and rafe cameron has seemingly convinced himself that he can go on with his life as if you never happened, except now more than ever his addiction is at an all time high. whether he was snorting lines of cocaine at wild parties or drowning himself in alcohol to numb the pain, rafe couldn't escape the memories of you. despite his efforts to bury his feelings, your absence lingered like a shadow, haunting him at every turn. meanwhile, you've been navigating life outside the outer banks, trying to carve out a new path for yourself. but no matter how far you've traveled, the memories of rafe cameron still linger in your heart, leaving you with a sense of unfinished business. as you find yourself facing new challenges and opportunities, you can't help but wonder if fate will eventually bring you back to the place where it all began.

warnings: violence, swearing, angst

author's note: YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SOUND OF THE WOMAN THAT LOVES YOU

Rafe's thoughts raced like a whirlwind, his mind a tumultuous sea of uncertainty and fear. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him like a heavy cloak, weighing him down with its suffocating presence.

As he paced the living room of Tannyhill, his footsteps echoing off the walls, Rafe's thoughts consumed him. The news of Sarah's return had rocked him to his core, sending shockwaves of panic and apprehension coursing through his veins.

But amidst the chaos of his thoughts, one question burned brighter than the rest: If Sarah was back, did that mean you were too?

The mere thought of seeing you again sent a shiver down Rafe's spine, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him. On one hand, there was a part of him that longed to see you, to be near you once more. But on the other hand, there was a deep-seated fear that seeing you again would only reopen old wounds and dredge up painful memories he had long tried to bury.

Lost in his own mind, Rafe found himself biting at his fingernails, a nervous habit that betrayed the inner turmoil raging within him. He knew he needed to make a decision, to confront the reality of Sarah's return head-on. But as he grappled with the weight of uncertainty bearing down on him, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for him, and whether he was truly prepared to face it.

As the fiery liquid burned its way down his throat, Rafe felt a momentary sense of relief wash over him, numbing the edges of his anxiety and uncertainty. The familiar sting of whiskey offered a temporary reprieve from the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him.

But as the alcohol spread warmth through his veins, Rafe couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that lingered just beneath the surface. The thought of you possibly being back on the island after two long years sent a shiver down his spine, stirring up a potent mix of longing and apprehension within him.

For so long, he had tried to push you out of his mind, to bury the memories of your time together deep within the recesses of his soul. But now, faced with the possibility of seeing you again, all those buried emotions threatened to rise to the surface once more, threatening to engulf him in a tidal wave of longing and regret. With a heavy sigh, Rafe set the bottle of whiskey back down on the coffee table, the liquid inside now significantly lower than before. He knew he couldn't drown out his nerves forever, couldn't outrun the inevitable confrontation that lay ahead.

With a sense of determination coursing through him, Rafe retrieved his phone from the coffee table and scrolled through his contacts until he found Barry's number. With a steady hand, he pressed the call button, the sound of the ringing tone echoing through the room.

After a few rings, Barry's voice crackled through the phone's speaker. "Countrt club, what's up?" he greeted, his tone laced with curiosity.

"Barry, it's Rafe," Rafe replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning within him. "I need to talk to you. Can I come over? I'll be there in the next 20 minutes."

Barry's response was immediate. "Yeah, sure, man. Everything alright?" he asked, concern evident in his tone.

Rafe hesitated for a moment, the weight of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. But he quickly pushed aside his doubts and replied, "Yeah, everything's fine. I just need to talk. See you soon." With that, Rafe ended the call and pocketed his phone, his mind already racing with the myriad of thoughts and emotions that awaited him at Barry's trailer.

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"You sure she's really back? She could just be messing with y'all."

"I don't know, Barry," Rafe replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It just feels different this time. Sarah wouldn't come back for no reason."

Barry let out a dismissive snort, taking a drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Ah, come on, Rafe, you know how she is. Always stirring up trouble just for the fun of it," he remarked, his tone casual despite the gravity of the situation.

"I don't think she's just messing around, Barry," Rafe insisted, his voice firm as he locked eyes with his friend. "There's something going on, and I need to find out what it is."

"I'm going to find out what Sarah's up to," he declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning within him. "I need to know why she's back and what she's after. And if it means going back to the Cut to find out, then so be it."

Barry raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what about Y/N?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. "You think she's back too?"

Rafe's jaw clenched at the mention of your name, a surge of emotion welling up inside him. He knew that seeing you again would reopen old wounds and dredge up painful memories, but he couldn't deny the pull you still had on him, even after all this time. Your name hung in the air like a weight, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within Rafe's chest. He couldn't help but remember the way your laughter had once filled the room, the warmth of your touch, the way your eyes had sparkled with joy whenever you looked at him. But along with those memories came a tidal wave of pain and regret. The memory of the morning you left, the words exchanged in hurt and frustration, haunted him like a ghost. He couldn't shake the feeling of loss that gnawed at his heart, the gaping void left in the wake of your departure.

But the reminder hit Rafe like a cold wave crashing over him, jolting him back to reality with brutal force. You were a Pogue, and he was a Kook. No matter how deeply he felt for you, no matter the memories they shared, the stark division between their worlds remained. It was a bitter pill to swallow, the reminder of the gaping chasm that separated them, not just in status but in perception and expectation. The societal barriers that dictated their paths seemed insurmountable at times, casting a shadow over any hope of reconciliation.

Rafe clenched his fists at his sides, a surge of frustration coursing through him. It wasn't fair, he thought bitterly. Why did your backgrounds have to dictate your guys' fate? Why couldn't you be free to love who you chose, regardless of the expectations placed upon you?

But deep down, Rafe knew the answer. The world you two lived in was rigid and unforgiving, its boundaries enforced with an iron grip. And try as he might to defy them, to bridge the gap between their worlds, the reality of their situation remained unchanged.

Rafe shook his head, an unhumored, bitter laugh escaping his lips as he replied to Barry, "Knowing her, she probably is. Once a Pogue, always a Pogue, right? Where one is, another is lingering."

Barry's smirk widened into a mischievous grin as he leaned forward, fixing Rafe with an intense gaze. Sensing Rafe's bitterness, he couldn't resist prodding him further.

"Why don't you go find out for yourself?" Barry suggested, his tone teasing but edged with a hint of challenge. He knew Rafe well enough to recognize that beneath the bitterness lay a curiosity, a desire to confront the past and whatever it might bring.

Rafe's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing slightly as he met Barry's gaze. The suggestion hung in the air between them, a silent dare to take action. Despite the uncertainty and trepidation swirling within him, Rafe couldn't deny the flicker of curiosity that sparked to life at Barry's words.

With a resigned sigh, Rafe nodded slowly, a determined glint in his eyes. He knew that Barry was right. It was time to stop dwelling on the past and start taking control of his own destiny. And if that meant facing you again, then so be it.

"Maybe I will," Rafe replied, his voice firm despite the lingering doubt in his heart. As he stood up from his seat, a sense of resolve settled over him. Whatever lay ahead, he would face it head-on.

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"This feels so weird," Kiara remarked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she glanced around the dock, her arms folded across her chest.

You glanced over at Kiara, noticing the unease etched across her features, and stepped closer to her side. "I know that feeling," you said softly, your gaze drifting towards the familiar sight of the chateau ahead. "But we were doing this for John B."

Kiara nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting a solemn determination. "For John B," she said firmly, her voice carrying a sense of purpose. "We'd do whatever it took to make things right for him." You shared a solemn nod with her, understanding the gravity of the situation. With John B's well-being at the forefront of your minds, you both steeled yourselves for the task ahead.

Turning to Sarah, you noticed the subdued demeanor that seemed to envelop her throughout the trip. Concern etched your features as you addressed her softly, "Sarah, are you okay?"

Sarah's gaze flickered up to meet yours, her expression guarded but tinged with vulnerability. She hesitated for a moment before offering a small nod. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. However, you could sense that something was amiss beneath the surface. Sarah's usual bubbly demeanor seemed to have been replaced by a quiet introspection, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for your friend.

You gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the weight of her struggles with family dynamics and the challenges of being back in your hometown. Leaning in slightly, you spoke to her in a quiet, reassuring tone. "I understand how tough it must be for you, especially with everything going on with your family and being back here," you said softly.

Sarah's guard seemed to soften at your words, and she offered you a faint smile of appreciation. "Yeah, it's been a lot to deal with," she admitted quietly, her voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability.

But Sarah paused and looked at you, a serious expression casting a shadow over her features as she leaned in slightly. "But are you okay?" she repeated, her voice laced with genuine concern.

You blinked, taken aback by her sudden inquiry. It was rare for Sarah to divert the conversation onto you, and her serious demeanor caught you off guard. Fumbling for a response, you met her gaze, trying to decipher the underlying meaning behind her question.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of confusion. The concern in Sarah's eyes prompted you to consider your own well-being, a realization dawning on you that perhaps you hadn't been as forthcoming about your own struggles amidst the chaos of the past few days.

"You know what I mean." Her words hit you like a sudden gust of wind, leaving you momentarily speechless. The mention of Rafe lingered heavily in the air, a reminder of the unresolved emotions that still tugged at your heartstrings. Despite your attempts to bury them beneath the surface, Sarah's astute observation cut through the facade you had carefully constructed.

A heavy silence settled between you as you grappled with the weight of her implication. You knew exactly what she meant, and the mention of Rafe brought a flood of emotions rushing to the surface. Memories of your tumultuous past with him resurfaced, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting feelings that you had long tried to suppress.

Taking a deep breath, you met Sarah's gaze, the unspoken understanding between you palpable in the air. There was no need for further explanation; she knew the turmoil that churned within you, the unresolved questions that lingered in the depths of your mind.

You offered Sarah a faint smile, attempting to downplay the significance of her concern. "I'm fine, really," you reassured her, your voice carrying a forced lightness. "There's nothing to worry about."

Despite your attempt to deflect the conversation away from your own struggles, Sarah's penetrating gaze remained fixed on you. It was clear that she saw through your facade, her concern unwavering despite your attempts to brush it off.

"Are you sure?" she pressed gently, her voice soft but insistent. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

You nodded, grateful for her offer of support but unwilling to delve deeper into the complexities of your emotions. "I know, Sarah," you replied, offering her a small but genuine smile. "And I appreciate it. But right now, let's focus on John B and what we need to do to help him."

Sarah regarded you with a lingering gaze, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. Though she respected your desire to keep your feelings guarded, her unwavering support served as a comforting reminder that you weren't alone in your struggles.

As soon as John B and JJ finished docking the boat, you couldn't contain your excitement any longer. With a wide grin, you hopped off the boat and sprinted towards JJ, the rush of adrenaline propelling you forward. Without a second thought, you jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist.

"JJ!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your joy at being back at the chateau.

JJ's laughter echoed through the air as he caught you effortlessly, his strong arms enveloping you in a tight embrace. "Hey there, beautiful," he said with a grin, his voice filled with affection.

You buried your face in his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of the ocean mingled with his cologne. "I can't believe we're back," you said, your voice filled with excitement and disbelief.

JJ held you close, his heart swelling with happiness at having you back in his arms. "Feels like old times, doesn't it?" he remarked, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

You nodded, a wide smile spreading across your face as you looked up at him. "Yeah, but this time feels different," you admitted, feeling a rush of emotions wash over you.

JJ's gaze softened as he met your eyes, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. "Different, but in a good way," he reassured you, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

"Woah, looks like you two are happy to be here," Pope's voice pulled you out of your moment with JJ, and you turned to see him approaching, carrying some luggage on his back. His observation made you chuckle, and you exchanged a knowing look with JJ before responding.

"Yeah, can't you tell?" you replied with a grin, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Pope shrugged, shaking his head slightly as he made his observation. "Seems like there's more than just excitement radiating from you two," he remarked, his tone lighthearted but curious.

Your cheeks grew warm as Pope's observation hit home, and you shot a glance at JJ, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Unsure of how to respond, you found yourself at a loss for words.

JJ chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. "Guess we're not hiding it too well, huh?" he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes.

Before you could reply, John B appeared behind Pope, joining in on the teasing. "Looks like you two are getting even closer these days," he remarked with a smirk, nudging Pope playfully.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, feeling the weight of their scrutiny. "Uh, yeah, just happy to be back with the crew," you said, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising to your cheeks.

JJ nodded in agreement, shooting you a reassuring smile. "Exactly," he echoed, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before turning back to the group.

Pope's eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a knowing glance with John B, the smirk on his face growing more pronounced. "Alright, man, whatever you say," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of playful skepticism. With a shake of his head, he hoisted the luggage onto his shoulder and continued ahead, leaving you and JJ to share a sheepish smile before following after him.

JJ glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings of the Cut. "Man, this place looks just like it did when we left," he remarked, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled at the remark, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, still looks like a junkyard," you joked back, the playful banter lightening the mood as you made your way towards the chateau.

The Pogues made their way into the chateau, their footsteps echoing through the familiar halls as they entered. Despite the passage of time, the place felt just as welcoming as it had before. With an air of familiarity, they began to make themselves at home, setting their luggage down in various rooms and taking in the familiar surroundings.

John B headed towards the kitchen, his eyes scanning the countertops and cabinets as he searched for any signs of activity since their last visit. Meanwhile, Kiara and Pope wandered off to explore the living room, their voices mingling with laughter as they reminisced about past adventures.

You and JJ made your way to your room, the anticipation of being back in the chateau palpable between you. The door creaked open, revealing the familiar space you had shared countless memories in.

As you stepped inside, a sense of nostalgia washed over you, mingling with the excitement of being back. You couldn't help but smile as you took in the sight of the room, every corner holding a piece of your shared history.

JJ followed close behind, his eyes scanning the room with a fondness that mirrored your own. There was a sense of comfort in being back in this space, a feeling of home that you couldn't find anywhere else.

You moved to the window, drawing back the curtains to let in the soft light of the setting sun. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the floor as you turned back to face JJ.

He was standing in the center of the room, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Without a word, he closed the distance between you, his hands coming to rest gently on your waist as he pulled you close.

As JJ's arms wrapped around you, you felt a rush of warmth and familiarity wash over you. It was as though no time had passed since the last time you were in this room together, and you found yourself sinking into his embrace with a sense of contentment.

"Feels good to be back, doesn't it?" JJ murmured, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his chest, feeling a sense of peace settle over you in his arms. "Yeah, it does," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, lost in your own thoughts and the comfort of each other's presence. The weight of the past two years seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being together in this familiar space.

But as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the room, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the back of your mind. The return to the Outer Banks had brought with it a flood of memories and emotions, some of which you weren't sure how to confront.

As you and JJ settled into the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Being back in this space with him felt like coming home in a way you hadn't realized you'd missed. JJ moved to sit on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him invitingly. You joined him, sinking into the soft mattress beside him, the warmth of his presence comforting.

"So," JJ began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "What do you think about all of this?"

You glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the chateau. "It's surreal, to be honest," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "I never thought I'd be back here."

JJ nodded in understanding, his gaze soft as he looked at you. "Yeah, me neither," he said quietly. "But hey, we made it. And we're stronger now, right?"

You smiled at his words, feeling a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support he had always provided. "Definitely," you agreed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "And having you here with me makes it all a little less daunting."

JJ's smile widened at your words, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sincerity in your voice. "Glad I could be of service," he joked, nudging you playfully with his shoulder.

You chuckled, leaning into his side as you felt a sense of peace settle over you. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to relax, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you and JJ would face them together.

"Hey, JJ?" you quietly began, your voice barely above a whisper, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you.

"Yeah?" JJ replied, turning to face you, his gaze soft and attentive.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "I just wanted to say thank you," you said earnestly, meeting his eyes with a sincerity that spoke volumes. "For everything. For being here, for always having my back, even when things get tough."

JJ's expression softened even further at your words, a warmth spreading through his chest. "You don't have to thank me," he replied gently, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?"

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat at the depth of emotion in his eyes. "I do," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the evening breeze. "And I'm grateful for you, more than you know."

A smile tugged at the corners of JJ's lips as he pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Anytime, Y/N," he murmured against your hair, the sound of his voice soothing in the quiet of the room. As you rested against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have JJ by your side, a constant source of strength and support in a world that often felt uncertain.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, the tranquility of the room was shattered by the sudden clamor emanating from the front of the chateau. It was as if the peaceful atmosphere had been pierced by a sudden storm, pulling both you and JJ from the cocoon of warmth you had created.

You exchanged a puzzled glance with JJ, the unspoken question hanging in the air as you listened intently to the rising noise. For a brief moment, the only sound was the rustle of the curtains and the distant hum of the waves outside, before it was drowned out by the voices from the front of the chateau.

With furrowed brows, you sat up, your senses on high alert as you tried to discern the source of the disturbance. JJ mirrored your concern, his gaze locked on the door as if he could see through it to the chaos beyond.

"Should we go check it out?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked to JJ for guidance.

JJ nodded, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes as he pushed himself to his feet. He offered you a reassuring hand, and you took it gratefully, allowing him to help you up as you both prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

As you made your way towards the front of the chateau, the noise grew louder, a cacophony of voices mingling together in a chaotic symphony. With each step, your heart pounded in your chest, the sense of unease growing stronger with every passing moment.

You and JJ shared a silent exchange, a wordless acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. Whatever was happening, you both knew it was bound to be significant, and you braced yourselves for whatever lay ahead as you ventured further into the fray.

As you trailed behind JJ hesitantly and slowly, he held up a finger to his lips, shushing you gently as he approached the side of the hallway wall that led to the living room. His movements were cautious, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger as he edged closer to the source of the commotion.

You mirrored his actions, your breath caught in your throat as you tried to suppress the rising sense of apprehension. The voices grew louder with each step, a jumble of sounds that made it difficult to discern what was being said.

Peering around the corner, you and JJ caught sight of the scene unfolding in the living room. The other Pogues were gathered there, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion as they stared at something you couldn't quite see from your vantage point.

JJ motioned for you to stay back, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly as he edged closer to the doorway. You obeyed, lingering in the hallway as you watched him disappear into the room, disappearing from view as he joined the others in their vigil.

Your heart raced in your chest as you waited, the tension in the air palpable as you strained to hear snippets of the conversation drifting out from the living room. Whatever was happening, it was clear that it was something significant, and you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a heavy blanket.

As the seconds ticked by, the tension in the air became palpable, each passing moment feeling heavier than the last. You could practically hear the collective racing of hearts, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable level.

Then, like a thunderclap breaking through the silence, Sarah's voice erupted in a piercing scream, echoing off the walls of the chateau with a raw intensity. The sound seemed to reverberate through the very core of the building, filling the space with an electric energy that sent shivers down your spine.

For a brief, heart-stopping moment, time seemed to stand still as you strained to make out the words she was screaming. It was as if the entire world held its breath, suspended in a suspended state of anticipation.

As the standoff continued in the living room, your impatience got the best of you. The distant commotion outside the chateau only added to your sense of urgency, prompting you to barge into the room and demand answers from the other Pogues.

"Okay, what's going on?" you blurted out, your voice tinged with a mixture of concern and frustration as you scanned the room for any clues.

The Pogues turned to look at you, their expressions a mix of surprise and bewilderment at your sudden intrusion. John B opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off before he could utter a word.

"Where's Sarah?" you demanded, your eyes narrowing as you realized that she was conspicuously absent from the group.

The tension in the room skyrocketed as the other Pogues exchanged uneasy glances, a palpable sense of unease settling over the room like a heavy fog. It was clear that something was amiss, and the feeling of dread that washed over you made your stomach churn with anxiety.

JJ's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, his tone gentle but firm as he addressed you. "Hey, just… stay out of it for now," he urged, his eyes meeting yours with a silent plea for understanding. "Sarah's handling something, but we'll figure it out." His words were meant to reassure you, but the underlying tension in his voice betrayed his attempt to conceal the seriousness of the situation. Despite his efforts to keep you from worrying, the gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, leaving you with a gnawing sense of unease that refused to be ignored.

But the reassurance did little to quell the rising tide of worry within you. You shook your head again, your eyes wide with fear. "I need to know," you insisted, your voice trembling. "Please, just tell me."

Kiara's sympathetic yet worried expression mirrored your own emotions, her voice carrying a sense of understanding as she spoke. "Listen to JJ, Y/N," she said gently, her eyes filled with concern. "Sarah knows what she's doing. We just have to trust her for now."

As the tension in the room thickened, you glanced around at the faces of your friends, their silence only adding to your frustration. Outside, the noises persisted, amplifying your worry with each passing moment. With a mixture of exasperation and determination, you scoffed and folded your arms across your chest, issuing a demand to the room. "Either someone tells me what's going on, or I'm going out there myself."

"Y/N, you're not going out there," JJ interjected firmly, his voice laced with concern as he stepped closer to you.

You frowned, telling him firmly, "You can't tell me what to do, JJ. So either say it, or I will."

JJ sighed, his expression reflecting the internal struggle he was facing. "It's not safe out there right now," he explained, his tone gentle but firm.

You were about to retort when a loud crash from outside the chateau interrupted the tense moment. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, amplifying your concern for Sarah's safety.

"See, something's happening!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with urgency.

JJ's jaw clenched, his eyes darting between you and the door. "Y/N, I can't let you go out there. It's not safe," he insisted, his tone firm yet laced with worry.

Your frustration peaked, the need to know what was happening outside overwhelming you. "So you're letting Sarah face whatever's out there alone?!" you shot back, your voice rising with each word.

"No, Y/N, it's dangerous for you," JJ replied, his expression pleading for you to understand.

You paused, feeling torn between your concern for Sarah and JJ's protective instinct. The adrenaline pumping through your veins urged you to act, but JJ's words anchored you to the spot, reminding you of the risks involved.

The commotion outside intensified, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on everyone in the room. You glanced around, meeting the worried gazes of your friends, each one silently pleading for you to stay put.

Despite JJ's attempts to dissuade you, your concern for Sarah outweighed any sense of caution. You couldn't bear the thought of her facing danger alone, especially when you could potentially help. Ignoring JJ's warning, you made up your mind to go outside and find out what was happening.

"Sorry, JJ," you muttered, determination etched on your face as you brushed past him towards the door. "I can't just sit here."

JJ's expression softened, a mix of admiration and worry crossing his features as he watched you go. "Y/N, wait—" he called after you, but you were already on a mission.

With a deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as you surveyed your surroundings. The commotion seemed to be coming from the direction of the dock, and without hesitation, you started making your way towards it, your heart pounding in your chest with each step. Your heart leaped into your throat as Sarah's shrieks pierced the night air, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Without hesitation, you sprinted towards the source of the noise, every fiber of your being focused on reaching her as quickly as possible.

Your steps faltered, the urgency in your stride giving way to a sense of unease as you neared the source of the commotion. The air around you seemed to crackle with tension, a palpable energy that set your nerves on edge.

As you rounded the corner and caught sight of Sarah, standing face to face with someone, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Your mind raced with possibilities, but none of them prepared you for the sight that greeted you.

There, standing before Sarah, was Rafe.

His presence was like a punch to the gut, sending shockwaves of disbelief through your body. You couldn't tear your gaze away from him, his figure casting a looming shadow over the scene before you. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you processed the sight before you. The air was thick with tension, and you felt as though you were walking into a storm, unsure of what awaited you on the other side.

Your breath caught in your throat as the gravity of the situation unfolded before your eyes. The sight of Rafe, waterboarding Sarah with a malicious glint in his eyes, sent a shiver down your spine. Anger and fear surged within you as you watched him mercilessly drag her in and out of the bucket of water, his grip tight around her throat.

"Rafe, get off of her!" You yelled instinctively to try and advert his attention away from Sarah, giving her room to get away.

The air seemed to crackle with tension as Rafe's gaze snapped towards you, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. For a moment, the world around you faded into the background as you locked eyes with him, a myriad of emotions swirling between you.

His grip on Sarah loosened slightly, his attention momentarily diverted by your unexpected presence. The horror etched on his face mirrored the turmoil within you, a stark reminder of the tangled web of emotions that still lingered between you.

"Rafe," you called out, your voice tinged with a mixture of concern and defiance. It was a desperate attempt to break through the darkness that had enveloped him, to remind him of the person he used to be before everything spiraled out of control.

But even as he turned to face you, the haunted look in his eyes spoke volumes. It was as if he were wrestling with his own demons, trapped in a battle he couldn't escape. For a fleeting moment, the weight of your shared history hung heavy in the air, the unspoken words echoing between you. But as the seconds ticked by, it became clear that this encounter would be anything but simple.

"Y/N, is that really you?" Rafe's voice was barely above a whisper, his tone laced with disbelief and a hint of desperation. It was as if he couldn't quite reconcile the sight of you standing there before him with the reality of the situation.

"What the fuck are you doing, Rafe?" Your words cut through the air like a knife, carrying with them a mix of accusation and disbelief. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon you, the sight of Sarah struggling against Rafe's grip searing itself into your memory.

Rafe's expression shifted, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face—shame, guilt, and a hint of defiance. "I..." he began, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the right words. But before he could utter another syllable, Sarah's frantic cries pierced the air once more, a stark reminder of the danger she was in.

You took a step forward, your gaze never leaving Rafe's. "Let her go, Rafe," you demanded, your voice firm and unwavering. It was a command born out of necessity, fueled by the need to protect your friend from further harm.

For a moment, there was silence—a palpable tension that hung in the air like a heavy shroud. And then, slowly, almost reluctantly, Rafe released his grip on Sarah, allowing her to stumble backwards, gasping for breath.

As Sarah retreated to safety, you stood your ground, your eyes locked with Rafe's. There were no words that could adequately capture the tumult of emotions swirling within you—the anger, the fear, and the lingering traces of a love that had once burned bright.

But in that moment, all that mattered was ensuring the safety of your friend, even if it meant confronting the demons of your past head-on.

"I didn't think you'd actually come back," he repeated, his tone tinged with disbelief.

You took a moment to steady yourself, the weight of Rafe's gaze bearing down on you. Memories of your tumultuous past together flooded your mind—the moments of passion, the heated arguments, and the painful goodbyes that had brought you to this point.

"I came back for John B," you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "He needed us, and I wasn't about to let him face this alone."

There was a flicker of something in Rafe's eyes—regret, perhaps, or maybe a hint of longing—but before you could dwell on it, Sarah's voice broke through the silence, a stark reminder of the danger that still loomed over you all.

With resolve coursing through your veins, you moved closer to Sarah, keeping a wary eye on Rafe. His presence was an unwelcome complication in an already tense situation, but you pushed aside the torrent of emotions threatening to engulf you.

"Sarah, are you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with concern as you reached out to steady her.

Sarah nodded weakly, her eyes wide with fear as she clung to your arm. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.

You shot Rafe a pointed look, silently daring him to make a move. Despite the turmoil swirling within you, you refused to show any sign of weakness in front of him. Rafe held your gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable. There was a tension between you, an unspoken history that lingered in the air like a palpable force.

As you kept your gaze on Rafe, you suddenly felt a large hand wrap around your bicep and spin you around, much to your surprise. "Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?" JJ's voice was low, his eyes dark with concern as he studied your face.

You swallowed hard, the gravity of the situation sinking in as you met JJ's gaze. "I-I don't know," you admitted, your voice wavering slightly. "I just... I had to do something."

JJ's expression softened, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he searched your eyes. "You could've gotten hurt," he murmured, his voice laced with worry.

"Well look who it is, JJ Maybank," Rafe's voice cut through the moment, causing JJ to snap a look his way.

JJ's jaw clenched as he turned to face Rafe, his expression hardening with a mixture of anger and frustration. "What the hell do you want, Rafe?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

"Heard the Pogues were back in town. Had to check it out," Rafe smirked, his tone laced with a hint of arrogance.

JJ's expression hardened at Rafe's words, his grip on your hand tightening almost imperceptibly. "You don't belong here, Rafe," he replied sharply, his voice laced with a warning.

Rafe's smirk only widened at JJ's response, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you," he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You could feel the tension crackling in the air between them, the animosity palpable as they faced off against each other. It was clear that there was no love lost between Rafe and JJ, and the presence of the Pogues in town only seemed to exacerbate their rivalry.

Rafe's smirk widened as he found amusement in the rise he was getting out of JJ. "Aw, don't tell me you're still clinging onto her, Maybank," he taunted, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Thought you'd have moved on by now." He leaned back, crossing his arms confidently, clearly reveling in the tension he was causing.

Rafe's smirk slowly faded, replaced by a flicker of hurt and anger in his eyes as JJ's words hit him. His expression became a battleground of conflicting emotions, each vying for dominance. Hurt pierced through the facade of indifference he tried to maintain, while anger simmered just beneath the surface. His gaze darted between you and JJ, his mind racing to process the revelation. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the tension palpable as Rafe grappled with his emotions. His jaw clenched tightly, knuckles whitening as he fought to regain his composure. It was as if time itself had slowed, each heartbeat echoing loudly in the silence that enveloped them.

Rafe's voice dripped with disbelief as he muttered, "No fucking way." His words were laced with incredulity, his eyes darting back and forth between you and JJ. It was evident that JJ's assertion had rattled him to the core, piercing through his façade of nonchalance. The hurt and anger simmering beneath the surface erupted, seeping into every syllable he uttered.

"Is that what you came for, Rafe? To see her? I bet it is," JJ's voice cut through the tension, his words laden with accusation.

"I bet you spent every day the last two years hoping she'd come back for you, but the whole time she was with me," JJ spat out, his voice laced with bitterness and defiance.

Rafe's expression twisted into a mixture of disbelief and rage as JJ's words sunk in. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his jaw working as he struggled to find a response. Finally, he managed to choke out, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about, Maybank."

But JJ wasn't finished. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm talking about. And she knows it too," he retorted, his gaze unwavering as he stared down Rafe.

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with animosity and unresolved emotions. Sarah, still recovering from her ordeal, watched with wide eyes, silently pleading for the confrontation to end.

You stood by JJ's side, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the exchange unfold. Despite the fear and uncertainty coursing through you, you felt a sense of solidarity with JJ, a shared determination to stand up to Rafe and protect each other.

Rafe's fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his gaze flickering between you and JJ, his mind undoubtedly racing with conflicting emotions and thoughts. But before he could say anything else, JJ stepped forward, his voice low but firm.

"Stay away from her, Rafe. She's mine now," JJ warned, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Your heart sank as Rafe's gaze pierced through you, his eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and betrayal that cut deep. Despite everything, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that washed over you, knowing that your presence had ignited this confrontation between two people you cared about deeply.

For a moment, you were paralyzed by the weight of Rafe's stare, feeling as though you were the one responsible for causing him pain. But as the seconds ticked by, you forced yourself to look away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze any longer.

Rafe's bitter laughter echoed through the tense atmosphere, his gaze flickering between you and JJ with a mix of disdain and resignation. With a scornful shake of his head, he pointed accusingly at the two of you, his voice laced with venom.

"You know what? You two deserve each other," he spat, his words dripping with bitterness and contempt. It was clear that the sight of you and JJ together had stirred up a storm of emotions within him, and his resentment was palpable in every syllable he uttered.

The sting of Rafe's words cut deep, igniting a surge of conflicting emotions within you. His accusation hit a nerve, dredging up memories of the tumultuous history you shared with JJ during the turbulent times of your breakup with Rafe. Despite the hurt and anger simmering beneath the surface, there was also a pang of guilt and regret as you grappled with the complexities of your past. Flinching at Rafe's anger and the implication behind his words, you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach. His comment struck at the heart of your insecurities, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable in the harsh glare of his judgment.

"Fuck you, Rafe. You have no right to be mad that I'm with JJ now," your words cut through the tension like a knife, laced with defiance and frustration. The pent-up emotions simmered beneath the surface, boiling over in a torrent of raw honesty. With each syllable, you reclaimed a fragment of your shattered resolve, refusing to be reduced to a pawn in Rafe's game of manipulation and guilt. The anger in your voice mirrored the intensity of your inner turmoil, a fierce declaration of independence against the shadows of your past. In that moment, you drew a line in the sand, daring Rafe to cross it and face the consequences of his actions.

"You ruined my friend's life and you ruined mine. You're the fucking reason I left this place in the first place! Everything would've been fine if it wasn't for you." Your words were like daggers, cutting through the air with a ferocity that left no room for ambiguity. Each accusation carried the weight of years of pain and resentment, a damning indictment of Rafe's role in the chaos that had engulfed your life. The force of your shove mirrored the intensity of your emotions, a physical manifestation of the pent-up anger and frustration that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. In that moment, you refused to be silenced, your voice a defiant cry against the injustices of the past.

As the echoes of your words faded into the silence, you stood your ground, your chest heaving with the effort of holding back tears. You refused to be cowed by Rafe's presence, your gaze unwavering as you met his eyes with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. For a fleeting moment, you saw a flicker of remorse in Rafe's expression, a shadow of the boy you once knew hidden beneath layers of bitterness and regret. But you refused to let his momentary weakness sway you, your resolve unyielding in the face of his deception and betrayal.

Rafe's whispered words hung heavy in the air, carrying with them a raw vulnerability that cut through the tension like a knife. "I knew you'd be back here," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had to show myself that you were still real."

His admission struck a chord within you, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions that you struggled to contain. "Why does it matter to you if I'm back or not?" you challenged, your voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty.

Rafe's gaze softened as he peered down into your eyes, his expression a tumultuous mix of regret and longing. "Because… because you were the only good thing in my life," he confessed, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

As Rafe's words washed over you, a wave of conflicting emotions threatened to engulf your senses. You shook your head in disbelief, your eyes tightly shut as you fought to keep your composure. The weight of his confession bore down on you, threatening to break through the walls you had erected around your heart.

"I can't do this," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. The pain of the past, coupled with the raw vulnerability of the present, was almost too much to bear. But you refused to let Rafe see the depth of your turmoil, steeling yourself against the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

With a heavy heart, you turned away from him, unable to meet his gaze as you took a shaky step back. "You need to go," you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and resolve. Deep down, you knew that confronting the ghosts of your past would only reopen old wounds, wounds that had yet to fully heal.

As Rafe stood before you, his expression a mirror of your own inner turmoil, you felt a pang of regret tugging at your heartstrings. But you knew that for both of your sakes, it was better to leave the past where it belonged and move forward, even if it meant walking away from the one person who had once meant everything to you.

Rafe nodded in acknowledgment, his expression reflecting a sense of resignation. "Okay. Just... don't leave again because of me," he responded, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You swallowed hard, your throat constricting with emotion as you struggled to find the right words to respond. "I won't," you promised softly, your voice barely above a whisper. It was a vow made not just to Rafe, but to yourself as well—a pledge to confront the demons of your past and carve out a new path forward, one untainted by the shadows that had haunted you for so long.

With a heavy heart, you turned away from him once more, the weight of his gaze lingering on you like an invisible tether binding you together. But as you walked away, a newfound sense of determination welled up within you, propelling you forward into the unknown with a courage you hadn't known you possessed.

With a heavy heart, Rafe turned away, his steps weighted with the burden of his past and the uncertainty of the future. As he walked away from the scene, the echoes of the confrontation lingered in his mind, haunting him with the knowledge that some wounds may never fully heal. Despite his efforts to bury the pain, it seemed to follow him like a shadow, a constant reminder of the choices he had made and the consequences that ensued. With each step, the distance between him and the chateau grew, but the memories remained, etched into the fabric of his being, serving as a constant reminder of the tumultuous journey that had brought him to this point. And as he disappeared into the night, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the moonlit sky, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held, and whether redemption was truly within reach.

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Careless Whisper ❤️ AO3 link ❤️‍🔥

Summary: Zesstra is a stripper and she just got off work. She turns on her computer and watches a very steamy streamer.

THIS IS PURE SMUT TRASH, IT IS NOT SERIOUS. If you come to my asks being an asshole, your ass will get BLOCKED.

A/N: there's a lot of emojis and out of character speak going on here. Do not take anything written here seriously, this was done for fun. Consider this a love letter to my friends on the Astarion Brainrot discord and to the ones who let me use their Tavs in this wild idea I had one day when I got too stoned and started to write on Google docs. Might be a one off, might be a thing, who knows?? Either way, enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day 😘💕

@cursedhaglette who let me use Halia (goldengalhal)

@tragedybunny who let me use Sera (SeraQueen)

@micropoe10 who let me use Colette (EcoGirl)

@just-a-refrigerator who let me use Elora (slutty_songstress)

And @bhaalbaaby who let me use Penelope

Thanks guys, I love love love you all 💕

Zesstra flops onto her bed with her laptop and a giant glass of wine in her hand. Another shitty day at work, but what's new? Being a dancer at the Fae Cabaret wasn't the ideal thing, but fuck, if the money wasn't worth getting her ass slapped for 10$ extra dollars in her tip pile.

Today though, was the last straw. The creepy rich dude who comes by every once in a while came by tonight, and did his same bullshit. She could practically recite his opening line “Hey gorgeous, why the sour face?” followed by a stupid smarmy laugh.

Zesstra smiled, put on the fake giggle, and slapped his shoulder. Next, he buys her the cheapest mixed drink, and of course, he gets himself an expensive glass of whiskey he never finishes.

She tries her hardest not to roll her eyes after he makes some degrading comment about her coworker, grimacing while he rants about some meeting with important people she doesn't give two fucks about.

Whatever, that's all in the past now. Tonight was about Zesstra, of course. It's her blessed time off and she was going to spend it the only way she could truly enjoy it.

Zesstra turned on her computer and went through her socials. The public one for family and close friends, some messages from the girls at work, nothing too exciting.

Then she flips to the slutty socials, the ones where she can post pictures from work. She answers some messages on her pay per post site, adds more lewd photos from her various shopping sprees, and scrolls for a few minutes. Messages pour in offering her the world for a few seconds of her attention, but there's really only one place she wishes to be.

Zesstra thinks back on the one bright spot in her nights. A regular she only knows as “The Lawyer”. He's a good looking elf, perfect silver hair, gorgeous face, dazzling red eyes that lock onto her as she walks the floor of the club.

He usually doesn't say much, but when he does Zesstra swears she’s heard that silky voice somewhere before. She put that thought to the back of her mind. Tonight was about seeking her own pleasure.

Clicking through the streaming sites she visits on nights when the images of him won't leave, she finds that her favorite creator, an asmr streamer called ProfaneDelight, just began his stream. Zesstra clicks on his name and pops her headphones on. She drinks more of the wine, and closes her eyes as his voice begins to fill her ears.

“Good evening, darlings.” She watches as he enters the frame of the video, his tight red shirt and black pants hug his body. The camera is at the most unfortunate angle, since it won't allow her to see his whole face which she assumes matches the delicious sound of his voice.

“Have you been waiting all day for me?” He huffs softly, a small laugh follows, “What a good audience you are…” His breathy tone sends shivers down her spine.

Zesstra kept her eyes on the screen as his hands come up to the desk he stands behind. She notices the black leather gloves with red piping along the edges that cover his hands.

“You know I can't stand to be away from you.”, his voice drips, seductively. “I bet you think of me while you do the most boring things.”

Zesstra can't help keeping her eyes locked on his hands, she tries not to, but her mind starts to imagine The Lawyer’s hands there instead.

“Do you get excited when you see time passing by as I get closer to coming back to you?”

His right hand comes up to the top of his shirt, slowly undoing a couple of buttons. A breathy sigh followed his hand as it lowered itself down his torso. Zesstra bites her lip in anticipation, taking another slow sip from her wine.

Her eyes follow his hand as it comes to a stop at the waistline of his pants. The heat rises to her cheeks when she sees the outline of his cock as the gloved hand cups it.

A strained groan escapes his lips, she can already feel the effects of his seduction working on her body. Her cheeks are heating up just by watching these slow teases.

Zesstra swallows more wine, watching as he opens his shirt more. The pale skin of his core seemed to shine in what appears to be candlelight. The soft yellows of the light bathe his body, the shadows cast highlight the muscles that are slowly exposed.

“Ah ah aaahh” he teases, “if you want more…you know what to do, darlings.”

Zesstra smirks mischievously, the money she earned tonight would be put to great use right now. She types a quick message and before she could type it she hears the ping of a donation from someone called goldengalhal.

goldengalhal sent 20$ “Starting off right, love. There's more where that came from 😘”

Zesstra rolls her eyes and sends her 25$ donation, 5 more than whomever that is. Back on the screen she sees her name and message pop up.

TestyZesty sent 25$ “couldn't wait to come home, looks like I got here just in time…”

He laughs and begins to slide one of the gloves off near the microphone. The soft scratching sound of the fabric rubbing against his pale hand sent more shivers through Zesstra’s skin.

As the glove comes completely off his hand, he taps on the mic, Zesstra sighs contentedly and licks the wine off her lip. She notices his fingers, and does a double take. They look familiar? She pours the last bit of this bottle into her glass and leans back to watch more before jumping to conclusions.

“Looks like we have someone who came by at the right time…little TestyZesty…my dear, what are you so testy about? Anything I can help with?” His lips curl into a little smirk, “I hear I give wonderful stress relief…”

Zesstra shoots up on her bed, her wine swivels in the glass and almost spills due to her abrupt reaction. “No fuckin’ way.” her jaw drops and she begins to type her response. Suddenly, another donation pings, this time from a SeraQueen.

SeraQueen sent 50$ “I had a bad day at work, can I get a little love too 🥺”

“Of course, dear. Hope your day can improve now that you're here, my Queen.” he responds with all the sweet words they all love.

Zesstra scoffs, “Biiiiitttttch, please.” she giggles and sends her message. As soon as it pops up on screen, she hears his melodic voice begin to read it.

“Work, irl shit. Life sucks, then you die. You make it better though.” she sees a small smirk on his lips, Gods, she would kill to suck on those lips. “Oh, don't be so nice to me, Zesty…you make me want to be nice back..” He draws out the last bit of that sentence, making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

The second hand comes up and begins the same languid dance of slipping the matching glove off. Bit by bit he takes the glove off each finger, a soft moan flows out of those pretty pink lips when he finally releases his hand from the offending accessory.

He strokes the microphone with his fingers as more soft, breathy moans leave his lips. “You're all so eager to get me exposed aren't you? All these adorable messages just for me?”

“You have no idea…” Zesstra grabs the second bottle of wine that sat on her nightstand, she unscrews the top and drinks straight from the bottle. More images of her Lawyer pop into her head, but her mind decides to think of the way he ran his hands all over her when she took him into the private rooms at the back of the club a couple of nights ago.

No matter how many times she's been told not to let people touch her, she can't help letting him do it every time they're alone. He was paying for the whole experience, of course, but sometimes she wonders what they would get away with if she were the one paying him.

She snaps out of it the moment she hears another donation ping from an EcoGirl.

EcoGirl sent 150$ “do you like to garden? Because I have a hedge that needs tending 😏”

“Oh no, little love. I can't mess up these immaculate hands…then how would I be able to make these streams?” He giggles a bit and stands to remove his belt. It's like a little game of back and forth comments and donations from different people.

Among the many she notices a comment from a slutty_songstress “how do I get you to sing for me? bet you make wonderful sounds 👀”. He apparently noticed that one as well, he reads it out and huffs into the microphone.

“I don't usually do private performances…most of the time I’m the one getting the dance done for me…” A skewed smirk grows on his face, as if he's trying to play coy.

Zesstra’s mind begins to fire off with unhinged horny thoughts. She would do anything to give this man a dance he would never forget. People do love her aloof drow attitude, who’s to say he wouldn't?

Before she could stop herself, she drops another donation.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “what kind of dancing? Are you going to the ballet or stopping by the Cabaret? maybe I'll see you there? 😘”

Another cheeky comment, sure to get his attention. He laughs again, and bites his lip. “Well, I do enjoy both, but I do hold a special place in my heart for the girls at the Fae…have a few in mind actually.”

Within seconds the chat is flooded with questions on who the girls could be. Zesstra sees a few of her coworker’s names flash up on the screen, most notably, Penelope, the pink tiefling with a huge fan base, and Nym the other drow girl who worked part time at the strip club.

Some even mentioned Nym’s brother Sorm, but he had given up the cabaret after finding himself a job as a model after one of his regulars hit it big during Faerun Fashion Week.

Penelope and Nym are Zesstra’s friends and friendly competition. Most nights where the three of them work, they'll place bets on which one of them will get hit on first (Penelope), which one will get a four figure tip (Nym), and who can get the client the most drunk within 30 minutes (Zesstra).

She giggles as the comments keep flying, eventually, one commenter names her!

“Have you seen Zesstra?? She's kind of a bitch but total dommy mommy energy 🥵”

Zesstra cackles like a banshee, “That's right, babes, fear me!” She takes a long drink from the bottle, amused that someone out there thought of her.

Back on stream, the delightful treat in front of her sucks his lip and releases it with a pop, “Darlings, I will never kiss and tell, but I do know one of my little friends is here right now.”

Zesstra sputters into her wine glass, she cannot believe what she just heard! Is he trying to imply that he's a possible client of the Fae??? There's no way, he's probably talking about the ballet that her cousin Octavia is a part of. But then again, how many of those girls sit in their room after a performance and flick their bean to this shit?

She chuckles the thought out of her head, and focuses her attention on the screen. She starts to type a message when a donation pops up.

goldengalhal sent 200$ “I do ballet, maybe you’ve seen one of our performances? I'm the prima ballerina at the Gate’s Performance Hall.”

“Good for you, goldengal. I do appreciate the arts, and I do love dressing up for the occasion, but….there's just something about the girls at the Fae that gets me going…”

Zesstra’s brain short-circuits. “OH MY FUCKING GODS.” Could he be one of her regulars????

Another donation. EcoGirl sent 50$ “CAN WE GET BACK TO THE MATTERS AT HAND?? our boyfriend is still wearing a shirt. 👀”

Zesstra laughs and sends her donation, TestyZesty sent 69$ “i agree with EcoGirl, can we get back to these pressing matters? In particular, the rest of those buttons 😏” An amused chuckle comes out of his lips, he stands and Zesstra could see him lean in closer to the microphone.

His hand slides down his chest, following along the line of buttons at the front of his shirt. The almost hushed sounds flowed from his lips. A strained groan here and a breathy moan there. Zesstra’s skin prickles under his teases.

His hands linger on the buttons that hold his shirt closed, one by one he begins to slide his fingers over the closures, his pale skin becoming more visible by the second. More soft whines and moans fill Zesstra’s ears, the vibrations pooling down in her core.

He leans over and speaks directly into the camera “I hope you all are pleased with yourselves, I don't usually let you all have this much power over me, but I figured with it being Lover’s Night, I would give my little pets a treat.”

He blows a kiss to the camera and begins running his hand down his neck, slowly trailing his hand down his now exposed chest. A low groan, almost a growly noise flutters out of his throat as he pulls the rest of his shirt open. The red silky looking fabric hung off his shoulders as his hand lingered on his waistband.

“Shall I keep going, lovelies? What do you think?”

The messages fly on the left hand side of Zesstra’s laptop screen. One after the other they compete for his attention until another high donation drops.

Slutty_songstress sent 200$ “off with the shirt, please (respectfully)”

“Well, my songstress, since you asked so politely…” The last word is drawn out, he lets his shirt drop from his shoulders, his hand throws it off and palms his cock again. He sucks his lip into his mouth, Zesstra could see what looked like a fang pop out the right side.

More breathy moans fill her ears as she begins to remember earlier in her night, when her bright spot waltzed into the club. She watched as the Lawyer walked up to the bar, he leaned on the counter and began to text furiously. Zesstra didn't usually feel so flustered because of a client, but the way he looked at her was not usual of the other patrons.

When she walked up to him he looked straight at her eyes and smiled. “Hello, beautiful.” She smiles back and leans over the bar, letting her shoulders drop, pressing her upper arms together to puff out her chest. The little game of playing it cool failed under his gaze.

They talk for a while before she hears her name being called, at the same time he checks his watch and notices the time. “I’m late to a very important meeting. Looks like we have to part ways, gorgeous. Maybe next time, we can have some time together? Perhaps away from these prying eyes?”

Zesstra could never properly hear him, no thanks to the loud ass music Alfira played behind the DJ booth, but she was pretty good at reading lips by now.

He slips her a note and winks as she bends down seductively to shove the little scrap of paper inside her platform boot. The moment ruined by Nym, who comes to pull her up on stage. Soon after she finishes her set, she pulls the little note out and reads it.

Zesstra’s jaw drops and sees that it's a business card for one of the most elite law firms in Faerun. It was a plain white card with his name, Astarion, and number written on it. On the back there was a note that read “I helped you once before, don't hesitate to ask again.”

She had given him her landlord’s number when they were trying to pull some shady shit and not fix her leaky shower. One call from “her lawyer” and it was done.

Seems like this was her chance, and given the amount of alcohol she's drunk so far, Zesstra decides to text the number.

“Hey, Astarion. It's Zesstra. Pretty bold of you to give me a business card.” She hits send and throws her phone on the nightstand. She'll check it later, he was probably busy at that meeting he mentioned.

Back in her room, she snaps back to reality yet again when she hears the sound of hundreds of messages scrolling past. Apparently in the time that she was in her daydream, her streamer had already undone his pants! She scoffs and types out a message.

TestyZesty sent 123$ “Holy shit, I looked away for five seconds and you sluts got his pants open??”

Zesstra hears the sultry voice reading her message out loud with a little wince at the end, “I guess if you were paying attention, you wouldn't be surprised.”

Her throat feels dry, she clenches and swallows. “You're all so sweet, letting me ramble like this…I wish I could see your face when you let me do whatever I want to you.”

Zesstra was already extremely turned on from seeing her crush earlier and the way she could feel his eyes studying her reactions.

“Touch yourself. I know you want to.”

As if she was being compelled to, her hand begins to trail down her center, slipping into her tiny shorts. She feels her wetness coating her fingers, her body opening up under his commands.

“Be good for me, I could be really good for you…” he slips his pants down, and she hears them hit the ground. His hand moves up to his waist, pulling at the fabric of his skin tight boxers, his cock very clearly hardened by this point.

“Oh fuck…” she slips her shorts completely off, spreading her legs on both sides of the laptop sitting on her bed. Her left hand goes back to work herself open while the right is tugging her bra up to play with her nipple.

“Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want, darlings.”

Another flood of donations and messages ring out, Zesstra wishes they would all just shut up and enjoy the show, but it's all part of the game.

EcoGirl sent 100$ “pleeease, I need to see this man cuuuuummmmmmm 🥵”

“As you wish, dear. Any particular way? Or is it the dealer's choice?” his voice drops as a sharp exhale escapes with a pout, his muscles tense and release as he runs his hand over his cock.

“Tell me how you want me to.” a sigh, and a moan, “I really wanna come for you all, you've been so good to me tonight..”

Two donations come in at the same time, each opposes the other.

SeraQueen sent 350$ “love the teasing, keep going, we love anything you give us”

goldengalhal sent 420$ “fuck your hand. Let us see your cock leak.”

“Ooh, the war begins…So direct, goldengal, and sooo generous…thank you, love. I do like what SeraQueen adds though, maybe I can give both of my generous beauties a compromise?’

He runs his left hand down the front of his boxers more, his breath hitches and stutters. His fingers teasing the length of his cock. He pulls the camera and the microphone down a bit and flops into the chair behind him.

TestyZesty sent 422$ “you look comfy, just how I imagined when I think of riding you when I touch myself.”

Zesstra had to take her hand off her tit to type that, but she could tell it had an effect on him. As a stripper, she could pretty much tell when any of the patrons got too excited by the dance. This guy clearly loved the attention he got doing these streams in more ways than one.

He begins to pull his boxers down, teasing them all with how slowly he was inching the fabric off. As soon as his cock is freed, it bounces back, bobbing with a twitch. “Is this what you think about, Zesty?”

TestyZesty sent 100$ “ fuck yes. I want to milk you, you drive me crazy.”

A pleased hum that turns into a moan follows as he runs his hands up his thighs, digging his nails into his skin. Zesstra can see the red scratch marks grow bright against his pale skin. Gods, she would love to bite down and see how pretty he would look bruised with little love bites all over.

He wraps one hand around his cock, the other continues to work his way up his toned chest, tweaking a nipple as he begins to lazily stroke his cock.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “get yourself nice and hard, I wanna have a good image of you underneath me.”

“Let me give you a better image then, darling Zesty…”

Zesstra is rewarded with a louder moan, he strokes himself a little more, grabbing a bottle off camera with his other hand. He flips the top and drizzles what looks like lube all over his cock.

EcoGirl sent 50$ “yesyesyesyes get it nice and slick, daddy. I would suck you all day if you let me.”

SeraQueen sent 240$ “you have the prettiest cock, so thick too”

“Oh EcoGirl, you like it when daddy fucks his hand? Would you like it to be your cunt instead? Maybe you and Sera can share?”

Zesstra clenches around nothing, she can't take it anymore and reaches down to fully indulge in herself. She begins to circle her clit, stroking slowly, trying to imitate the movements of his hand on screen.

His hand now coated in a combination of lube and precum slides up and down his hardened length, the muscles on his thighs flex and he lets out more breathy moans. “Let's see who can get me to come all over their beautiful tits, I do love it when they're covered with my come, bouncing in my face.”

Zesstra strokes down her pussy, her slick entrance is so desperate to be filled by him, to be the only one bringing him pleasure. She lets herself wander to the place in her mind where Astarion is the one making her mewl underneath him.

goldengalhal sent 300$ “faster, I love it when you can tell how desperate you are to come.”

He huffs and does as he's told, his hands find their places on his cock and on his balls, both working in tandem to ruin him for the audience. With one hand he strokes himself more, building up speed. His other cups his balls as his fingers spread, moving down towards his frenulum. He arches his back, thrusting into his hand more desperately.

Zesstra wants him to cry out for her like this, she wants to be the one to make him feel as good as he does for her, all she can bare to think of is his cock sliding inside her, splitting her open and taking what he wanted.

Waves of pleasure crash into Zesstra as she watches him stroking his cock faster, she can see how everyone's words affect him. The way his chest stutters as he's getting closer to his own high. His hips thrust up into his soaked hand, seeking release, his breaths growing more ragged and strained.

Zesstra's fingering herself in time with his thrusts, she lets the images of Astarion flood back into her head, his hands all over her as she grinds herself onto him during her dances. She rubs the heel of her palm into her clit faster as she feels herself getting closer, the moans and breaths in her ears pushing her closer to the edge.

“That's right, come for me…let me fill you with my come, get you nice and full for me. Have my seed drip down your legs as you go about your day…” a stutter followed by a strained groan “fuck yourself faster, I want to feel you come for me.”

Zesstra feels herself winding up more, the tension ready to snap at any moment, when she hears his moans grow louder and more primal. He's desperate to come and she would do anything to get that to happen. She keeps her eyes locked into his hands.

With her free hand she sends the last donation she thinks she can type before the lust fully takes her.

TestyZesty sent 69$ “come for me, gorgeous. Let me see you come and coat your beautiful skin.”

“Yes darling… gods, I'm so close… are you gonna come too, Zesty? Come with me, sweet girl.”

As if on command, Zesstra can feel herself crossing over the precipice, her body writhes and clenches as her cunt squeezes down on her fingers. She rides her orgasm out as she hears him panting and whining.

“Yes yes fuck you're so tight and wet, I can't take it anymore, fuuuuck…” he twists his hand on the rise of his hand, giving the head a bit of a squeeze. He thrusts into his hand with little shallow movements, his fingers from his other hand grip on his balls as he fucks his hand.

His body is clenching, tensing up more and more as he pushes himself over the edge, his cock twitches as he comes. The thick liquid coats his hand as it drips down. His body shudders as he keeps fucking his hand through his climax.

His moans stutter and his hips tremble. His waist and stomach are coated with his come, an obscene display for such a composed subject.

“Looks like I gotta clean up here, darlings.” he pants with a small laugh, his breath shallow and chest heaving. “For my little messenger, I hope you liked it. Expect a response from me soon, pet. Good night, loves.”

The stream ends, Zesstra thinks that little sign off was strange, but everyone has their thing. As she's coming down from one of the best orgasms she's had, she hears her phone ring and notices that Astarion has actually texted back! His meeting must've just ended, perfect timing.

When she opens the message, she nearly dropped her phone from the whiplash from throwing her head back. As plain as her own red eyes could see, was a short text. “You were pretty bold tonight, yourself, testyzesty…” Zesstra gasps, her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “OH MY FUCKING GODS?!?!”

She immediately feels her hands trembling wildly. All she could think about was him, and it turns out that it was. Zesstra’s brain immediately blanks out when her phone rings again. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really want me like that?”

She quickly types a response and sent it back “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now, dear. Don't play coy.” his response reads, “Pretty easy to figure out it was you, not many girls mention seeing me at the Cabaret. Thought you were trying to drop a hint? Figured you recognized my voice from earlier?

Zesstra didn't even think about it, the club is so fucking loud, her mind races at the fact that now she knows that he definitely got off to her watching him. “Did you always know?”

“No.” he replies.

“So then…you meant to give me your phone number tonight?”

“Yes. Let's just say, you intrigued me. Besides, you're not the only one who has a public and private life. I was hoping to let you in on my little secret eventually, but it seems life had other plans for us.”

Zesstra cannot believe what's going on right now, her mind is racing through the hundreds of times he's come through the club. The sudden departures and strange late night meetings, it all makes sense now. There were never any meetings…well, not with other lawyers at least.

“So….what happens now? I know who you are, you know who I am…do we keep going down this path or do we split ways?”

“I think you're a rather curious little kitten, why don't we see how far down the rabbit hole we can go? I'll send you my address. Let me know what you decide on.”

Zesstra bolts out of bed, she puts on the skimpy dress that hangs on the bathroom door. She slips it on and gathers some things before running to the door. As she makes her way down the stairwell of her building, she gets his address. She bites her lip and replies “I’m on my way, see you soon.”

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #everyone is out of character #it is what it is #happy valentine's day

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ja3yun · 4 months

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Rudolph | S.JY

bf!jake x gf!reader

warnings: suggestive, fluff, lap dance (it's unserious), they're cringy and in love, not proofread anything else lmk!

wc: 2.2k+

synopsis: jake gets a secret santa present from work and he wants to show you what he got, giving you a present of your own.

a/n: hi! this is just a short, fluffy, unserious one shot for xmas. i was intending to make this smutty but i left it where it is because i got lazy. anyway, happy holidays from mine to yours <3 i hope santa is good to you.

“FREEDOM!” Jake bursts through the door, his voice booming across your shared flat, “Out of office is on, alarms are off, Christmas is upon us, and I am free for the next 2 glorious weeks.”

It’s finally the 23rd of December which means Jake has finished up work for the holiday period. After a year of working countless overtime, he was never more thankful for this time off.

You look up from the couch and smile widely, matching his excitement, “Did you get away early?” It’s not like him to come home this time of the day, which is sad because it’s 6pm.

“Mhm, the boss had a thing with his in-laws so he wrapped everything up quickly and told us to get lost” Jake imitates wrapping a present and tying a bow before pretending to kick it away as he speaks, your boyfriend was always so animated when he was excited.

He places the shoes he slipped off in the caddy and replaces them with his bell ringing elf slippers. To say Jake loved Christmas would be the understatement of the century. The 2 weeks off were lush, that’s true, but the whole season was so precious to him. Everyone was happier than usual, he could eat and drink as much as he wanted and just use the excuse ‘it’s Christmas’, and he got to spend time with you.

Unfortunately, you don’t have the luxury of a paid holiday but you always get at least 4 days in a row work free which is a rarity. Those 4 days you never ever take for granted.

Spying a red and gold gift bag at his feet piques your curiosity, “Ooh did you buy me something?”

Jake scoffs and skips over to you with it in hand, “Eh, excuse me, I am actually liked in my work and someone got me a gift.” He held his head proud before sitting down next to you.

“Right, you mean you got your Secret Santa present today that your boss forces on you every year?” You lift your eyebrows waiting for him to respond.

“Well yeah, but mandatory or not,” He waves the bag in your face, “I got a present.”

Swatting it away, your eyes roll as you smile. He looked proud as punch to have gotten something, “Did you open it?”

“Do pigeons fly in the sky? Of course I opened it.” Traditionally, you’re supposed to wait until the 25th to open any gift but it wasn't going to be gold, frankincense, or myrrh, so big boy Jesus in the sky isn’t going to care if presents are opened before his birthday.

“So what did you get?” You try to sneak a look in the bag but he pulls it away and tuts.

“I got the usual, socks, a festive tie, sample bottles of whiskey, and,” A smirk graces his face when he remembers what else he got, “Actually, there might be a present for you in here.”

Puzzled, you eye the bag up once again but he stands up, “I’ll be right back, baby.” Leaving a peck on your lips he dashes out, gift bag in hand, waddling like a kid about to show his parents his new drawing from school. Jake was so cute you could cry.

After a few minutes you hear the jingle from his slippers once again, “Okay, baby close your eyes,” your overly excited boyfriend shouts from the bathroom, “close them tight!” His voice is filled with glee.

“They’re shut!” Shouting back, you wonder what it could be. All you hear is the sound of his slippers trotting towards you and all you can do is laugh.

Once you feel his presence standing in front of you, the urge to open your eyes is too much to resist, so you peek one open.

Jake is standing there with his arms spread wide and mouth with the biggest cheeser you’ve ever seen, “Ta-da!” He wiggles his hips to drag your focus down and you cannot believe what you are seeing.

An eruption of laughter fills the room as you double over, your chest losing all ability to breathe at the sight in front of you. Jake laughs along with you, “Good, right?”

Jake stands there in nothing but his elf slippers and a g-string which has his cock tucked into a pouch that’s designed to be Rudolph’s face. The novelty underwear is not at all what you were expecting and you still can’t string a word together for the hilarity of it all.

He turns around to showcase the thong aspect of his underwear, “I do think this finally shows that I have an ass.” In any other circumstance, you probably would make a sarcastic quip about how he’s never going to beat the flat ass allegations but you can’t even look at him, burying your face in the couch seat next to you.

Not helping the situation at all he starts flexing his muscles like he’s in some body building contest, “Do you like it?” His eyes are shining as he looks down at you, your happiness and laughter will always be his favourite thing to witness, even if it means embarrassing himself like this for you. Although, truth be told, he isn’t embarrassed at all, he never is when he’s with you.

“Who bought you that?” You wheeze out, trying to regain some composure.

“I don’t know, it’s a secret Santa, remember.” He has a suspicion it’s either Jay or Sunghoon but it’s one and the same, he’ll find out eventually.

Poking the red nose at the tip of his cock you howl when it lights up, “Oh my fucking god.”

“I didn’t even know it did that! How cool.” If his smile gets any wider his face will split in half. You look so fascinated by it, your hands guide him to twist around and showcase his butt again, “See what I mean with the ass? I’ve got cake.”

Slapping his left butt cheek you laugh, “Yeah, yeah.” It’s Christmas so just like some people believe in Santa, you’ll let him believe he’s double cheeked up.

“Want another surprise?” Jake wiggles his eyebrows and leans down to kiss you, lips soft and gentle against yours. Placing one of his hands on your face he grins widely before pulling away, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, “Yes or no?”

“Yeah, I do.” He plants one more kiss on your lips and walks away, leaving you time to take in your boyfriend’s body. Someone so lovely and goofy shouldn’t also be graced with such a gorgeous body. He’s the perfect package.

Music infiltrates your ears as the melody of Nat King Cole’s ‘The Christmas Song’ blares from your hi-fi. Jake seductively walks back to you, his eyes narrower than before, “Sit back and feel free to tip me.”

Oh god, “Sim Jaeyun you are NOT giving me a lapdance in that thong.” He cannot be serious, Nat King Cole nor Rudolph deserve this.

His hands run down his body and his teeth take hold of his bottom lip, “C’mon, baby, let me take it for a ride.”

Lap dances weren't something you guys did a lot of, most of the time it was you just showing off your new bra and panty sets, so to see him eagerly swing his hips and offer you one, you can’t really refuse.

Taking your hands, he puts them on his chest and guides them down to his toned tummy. Whoever sculpted him in their lab must have had you in mind because he was everything you could have asked for. You keep your hands on his v-line and claw at each side slightly, he loves to be scratched like this.

Jake’s cock twitches at your action and it makes Rudolph jerk up, causing another laugh to leave you. Your boyfriend is too caught up in the feeling of your hands on him that he doesn’t even register what you’re laughing at, “Hmm?”

“Rudolph’s getting a bit excited,” You say smiling, staring at the garment.

“I heard he likes to be petted.” Jake jokes, wiggling his cock in your face.

Looking into the wide eyes of the pouch as it moves from side to side is actually quite unsettling, like he’s pleading for help to be off your boyfriend's penis, something you can’t relate to, “Jake please you’re giving Rudolph whiplash.”

Stilling his hips he takes your left hand and puts it over his clothed member, waiting for you to stroke down, but when you don’t he pouts, “You’re going to make him sad.”

“This is supposed to be my present.” You state, removing your hand and sitting back, “I’m still waiting for it.”

Jake smirks because you’re playing his game back to him. Honestly, he’s so lucky to have you, someone who just goes with whatever the flow is, not taking anything too seriously, he loves you so much for that. Continuing his previous task he puts his hands on your knees and strokes up your thighs, his eyes not leaving yours. The booty shorts you’re wearing leave your skin bare to receive his wet kisses, each one lingering longer than the last.

His hands slink around your hips and under your ass to pull you to the edge of the couch, “If this is how lap dances go in your world you are never allowed in a strip club ever again.” You say anticipating his next move. What you are expecting though doesn’t happen.

Rather, he moves up to hover his whole body over you, body waving as he does and it makes you giggle. When he rolls his hips his cock brushes against your abdomen, and the feeling of the material covering him tickles you. The over dramatic ‘sexy’ face he is trying to pull reminds you of when Hozier used the sexy Squidward filter which only adds to the merriment. He’s no Magic Mike, more like a Mediocre Matthew, but he’s yours and he’s trying, that’s all that matters.

Jake stops his attempt at seducing you when Mariah Carey's ‘All I Want for Christmas’ blares from the speakers, instead opting to sing the words to you, “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need,” His fingers tickle your sides to make you squeal in delight and titter, his mouth grazing your neck, smile is evident as you feel it across your skin.

“I just want you for me own, more than you could ever know.” He scatters a short burst of smooches on the base of your neck whenever there are no lyrics to be sung. The song was true though, all he wanted for Christmas was you, everything else was just a bonus because he didn’t need anything else as long as you were with him.

As the song picks up, Jake shoots up with a shit-eating grin and pulls you up with him, “Dance with me!” The bells on his slippers are going crazy as he kicks his feet and does what you think would be considered a shit version of the jive but you’re not too sure. That’s the thing about your man, one minute he can be sultry and sexy, then in a flash, he’s being silly and eccentric. It keeps a dynamic in your relationship that you love, making it easy to fall more and more in love with him every day.

When you start to join in with his terrible dancing the room is filled with laughter, exactly how Christmas is supposed to sound. Taking his hands in yours, you twirl him around, both of you stumbling as he trips over thin air. Instinctively, his hands grab ahold of your waist to steady you.

Your eyes are shut due to how much you’re laughing so you don’t see how fondly Jake is looking at you, like you’re his whole universe. Jake has wanted nothing more than to have a relationship that felt like you were everything to each other; lovers, best friends, soulmates. And he found that in you, you’re his one true love.

“I love you.” It comes out of nowhere, so much so you tilt your head with a ‘huh?’, “I love you, Y/N.” It’s not the first time he’s said it, Jake’s probably proclaimed his love for you a million times over, but this one feels like its meaning runs a little deeper than the others.

Pouting you squish his cheeks with your palms and kiss his protruded lips, “I love you too, Jake.” The moment is so sweet it could make anyone sick and if you saw anyone else act the way you two did you would probably want to throw them in a fireplace for being so cringy but by your logic, since it’s you and Jake it’s fine.

It dawns on you how this sentimental moment is being had with his current attire, “I need you out of this thong, I’m sorry.” A giggle leaves your lips when you look down to see distressed Rudolph once again.

“He still wants that pet, y’know. He’s earned it now.” Jake jumps slightly to bounce his cock and make the reindeer nod.

“For the love of God if you stop doing that I’ll do anything you want.” You plead, hands covering your face.

Kicking his slippers off hurriedly and ridding himself of the hopefully never to be seen again underwear, he lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom, kissing your nose delicately. As he walks you see the thong lying sadly on the floor.

You’re never going to look at Rudolph the same again.

#enha fluff #enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #jake smut #jake fluff #enha x reader #aj writes #enhypen #i will forever write unserious jake content

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gretavanlace · 7 months

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Sugar II (part 1)

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: adult content, descriptions of alcohol abuse, illusions to casual sex, language, all the angst, etc.

“That had better not be a fan in there.” Josh hisses, just loud enough for his disheveled twin to hear as he stumbles by on his way to the bathroom.

There’s a girl, sprawled out and snoring softly, in the bunk Jake has just lumbered from without grace.

A sound of irritation grunts out of a still half-inebriated Jacob. “Dunno. Met her at that bar, I think. Can you get her out of here? Call a car to meet us at the next rest stop, or something? Make sure she gets home?”

“Get her out of here yourself.” Josh snipes, clearly angry and far beyond exhausted with this all too familiar song and dance.

His brother ignores him and slips into the bathroom. Likely to expel whatever whiskey is still sloshing around in his belly, before showering to wash her perfume from his crawling skin.

The girl, another nameless body to sink into, will be gone by the time he’s through, he knows. Josh will make sure of it. Bless him.

Under the spitting heat of the water raining over him, the tears come again. He loathes them, these tears. Will they ever end? Will he ever find something he can at least pretend to call peace?

Yet, he clings to them…a security blanket of sorrow. Each one a talisman of grief and loss. He would gather them all up if he could. Bottle them into something tangible and accusatory to shove in the face of fate…

Look what you’ve done to me! He’d spit, vibrating with rage. You took her! How could you fucking take her? Where is she? I can’t breathe another second without her. I’m dying, I’m fucking dying.

Most days, he wishes death would finally find him. Most nights, he hunts for it, in self destructive ways. He doesn’t find it, of course, that would be a kindness the universe doesn’t seem to care to offer him. Instead, he seeks that numb and beautiful void. Crawls down into the darkness of endless bottles and women he doesn’t know.

No, he doesn’t wish his agony away. He is attached to it. Comfortable inside the dank, slippery claw of its cruel embrace. For without it, what would be true? That he was finding light again? Without you? The very idea makes him want to crack open his own skull to wash the thought away.

You live in his pain, and if that is how he must have you, that is where you’ll stay. He will keep his pain, gladly.

George Jones was right - he’ll stop loving you the day they lower him into the ground with pennies resting over his eyelids. The sooner, the better.

You’re gone, but you’ve never left him. If he has things his way, you never will. Though, you’re fading…blurring around the edges. Were you ever really there at all?

He once imagined it was all a dream, you belonging to him as well, and he’d wished to never wake up. He wishes for that still, when sleep doesn’t evade him and the booze doesn’t steal his dreams of you. Your laugh, your voice, your skin, soft as a sigh and just as warm. The way you held in your sneezes. Why does he dream about that? It always worried him, mildly. Annoyed him, even.

“Just sneeze!” He would goad you, shaking his head. Why? Why does he dream of that? It makes him feel off-kilter, slightly insane.

When, finally, he trudges out of the bathroom, hair dripping onto his still clammy shoulders, Josh is waiting, just like a spider.

He stretches his arm out across the narrow hall, blocking Jake’s path with his makeshift web “When are you gonna get your shit together?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” The shove between them is half-hearted. Jake is too drained, and too hungover to make it stick, and Josh’s soul hurts for his twin too badly stomach much more. “Move.”

Josh ignores him in favor of nodding over toward the now vacant bunk, “She looked like her.”

“Fuck you.” Jake ducks beneath Josh’s arm and instantly feels unsteady. Shit, he drank way too much…but what else is new? Josh sidles right back into his path and the spinning in Jake’s head is all for nothing.

“Yeah yeah, fuck you too, brother.” The elder twin is unfazed. Concerned, but unfazed. “They all look like her. But none of them are her, and you know it. You have to stop this, Jake. You have to fucking stop.”

“What part of fuck you didn’t you understand?” He’s being cruel, lashing out with anger that has nowhere else to go. He’s just so angry all the time; it’s a revolting but necessary salve for the hurt. Rage is softer than pain.

Does he blame his brother for you loving him, too? For the fact that Josh held half of your heart and ultimately, that took you away? That it was easier for you to leave than to choose? No.

Does he blame Josh for getting over you? For somehow finding solace and peace? For letting you go? Yes. It seems such a betrayal.

See? He wants to say to you, to hold the words out like some twisted, desperate offering. See? I loved you more all along. Do you see? Come back.

Josh stands his ground, but his words come kindly, and soaked in empathy, “It’s been three years, Jake. You can’t keep living like this. I’m worried. We’re all fucking worried. I look at you and it’s like watching some disease swallow you up. She isn’t coming back. I’m sorry, but you need to hear it. You need to get your head around that.”

With another shove, Jake maneuvers the tight space and steps forward to slide his bunk’s curtain aside, “I don’t want to talk about her.”

“I know, but she…”

Jake turns on his brother, whipping around with feral, furious flames burning wildly in his glare, “I said I don’t want to fucking talk about her, and don’t you ever fucking say that to me again. That she isn’t coming back…”

That seething fury dies out in an instant, only to be replaced with that all familiar sorrow as he hangs his head, loathsome and ashamed of his display. “I’m sorry…just don’t, just please don’t say that. I can’t stand it.”

Josh can feel his heart splintering for his brother. The misery that radiates from Jake like a blackened aura makes him want to turn away, but his loyalty holds him still, to bear witness. He won’t leave him alone in this.

“It should have been you.” Maybe he shouldn’t say it, maybe it will only make the hurt worse. Maybe he’s feeding the beast. But he says it anyway, because it’s true, “Probably right from the start it should’ve been you. But it wasn’t and at some point you’re just gonna have to swallow that.”

Jake visibly deflates, shrinking in on himself as though he’d love nothing more than to disappear…and then he’s silently climbing into his bunk, where Josh knows he’ll stay until he is forced to emerge for soundcheck and wardrobe.

Josh has watched this play out over and over again. A groundhog’s day of mourning.

Jacob will go through the motions - he will make sure your name and a pass is waiting at will call, as though you might decide to materialize at the venu like some miraculous mirage. His eyes will scan the crowd incessantly for a face that isn’t there…and those same eyes will avoid his twin’s when he sings those terrible lyrics, please stay, don’t go away.

…and then he will get smashed as quickly as possible on whatever is readily available and take someone to bed who has eyes that remind him of yours, and a name he won’t care to ask.

Hours later, things are going to plan, just as they always do, with three of them checked into their respective rooms at yet another hotel, and Jake lingering in the lot, hidden away in his bunk.

Josh is trying to meditate, humidifier hissing moisture into the air beside him as he searches for his center. Legs pretzeled and folded beneath him. He hums quietly, just enough to coast along the vibrations. Some days are harder than others when he’s seeking to turn off his mind, relax and float downstream. Today is one of those days.

The carpet in the hotel is too thin, he feels as though he’s perched upon concrete; the walls are also thin to match the flooring, and Jake’s torment is tugging at him relentlessly. Something is different. Something feels off.

He reaches up and runs a flattened palm across his chest, finding comfort in the stark white cotton of his shirt and the mala beads that rest against it. When your world changes as often as theirs, you find your constants in the strangest places.

With a slow, deep breath he begins again, but a knock snatches the promise of celestial calm. Immediately, he’s annoyed - but it fades almost as quickly as it came. It wasn’t going to happen this evening anyway…something isn’t right, and it’s got to be Jake. He’ll deal with his unexpected visitor and then make his way back down to the buses to talk with him.

Connecting with his brother a little will serve as his meditation tonight.

Josh finds Danny’s face distorted and warped by the peephole, and pulls the door open.

“I was trying to achieve inner peace, dick,” he jokes, turning to allow Daniel in, “but you just had to—“

His brother by heart is on such high alert he’s nearly sparking with the electricity of his frantic nerves as he cuts him off, “She’s here, man.”

They rush out of him, those words that carry so much weight, as his hand rakes through his unruly curls, “I just saw her. She’s fuckin’ here.”

Josh needs no clarification, he knows exactly who Danny means, “No she’s not.”

“Yes, she is,” For all of the space he takes up in the room with his size and presence, he sounds remarkably small. They both understand the weight of this, and what it could mean for Jake. “I ran into her in the lobby. She’s in town for work, had no idea we’d even be here…she asked me not to tell you, but…”

“Fuck,” there is a tremor in Josh’s curse, and the weakness of his own voice makes him wince, “Fuck! This is bad. What if he sees her? He can’t handle that, I’m telling you right now.”

Josh can handle that. In fact, he thinks it might be nice to say hello. To hug you and ask how you’ve been, to smile and let you know that hard feelings don’t exist…

But Jake is another story altogether. You broke his heart when you went away. This time, you might rip it right from his chest.

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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The Campaign (modern!HOTD)

Part 1 of The Campaign

pairing: modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Your support for Rhaenyra Targaryen's political campaign takes an interesting turn when you find yourself face to face with your arch nemesis (enemies to lovers trope).

warnings: NSFW 18+ (explicit sex, fingering, p*ssy slapping, degrading language, oral m-receiving, finger sucking), general language

word count: 3.5k

note: I just really wanted some Aemond filth on this Monday afternoon, I hope you enjoy my loves!

You casually sip on your second glass of wine for the night, letting the soft sound of low-playing jazz roll over you. You used to love events like this. Getting dressed up and smiling for pictures, pressed between your parents. The picture-perfect family.

It was easier when the elections were local, the politics of your backyard. You played the role of the good girl next door well, but it grew tiresome as you grew older. But your family’s role in politics became greater and suddenly you found yourself at another reelection campaign dinner, surrounded by sharks.

Your parents were smiling now, enraptured in conversation with Rhaenyra Targaryen, a popular candidate they were backing. This election was supposed to be historic, Rhaenyra was running against her half-brother, who was not present this evening, though very well represented. You take another sip of wine, watching the show in front of you.

You know he’s here somewhere.

Jace Velaryon walks up to you, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. Not who you were talking about. He wraps a hand casually around your waist, playing the part perfectly. You and Jace aren’t really dating, just putting on a little show to gather some publicity for your parents. Works like a charm.

Good girl next door dating the perfect boy next door.

A story for the ages.

Your eyes flicker around the room. He has to be here.

Aemond Targaryen rarely misses an opportunity to support his family.

And to annoy you. But who’s counting?

You and Aemond have known each other since grade school; both funneled into private school when your parents became more well-known. You quickly began to hate each other, both of you top students always battling back and forth for the number one spot in classes. He was such a pretentious ass.

You finally spot him across the room, next to his grandfather of course. Everything is a learning opportunity for Aemond. He’s dressed in a dark suit, a green pocket square the only pop of color. Your eyes flicker to the dark-haired beauty on his arm, dressed in a deep blue cocktail dress.

Floris Baratheon.

The drama of the evening. Her family notably always supported Rhaenyra’s campaign, but when the tabloids spotted Aemond on a trip to Storm’s End, everything turned upside down.

Quite the scandal.

You meet Aemond’s eyes, blue and violet, his gaze reminiscent of a shark. Dating my ass, you think to yourself. Everything in this world is a game.

Aemond looks away, not acknowledging he’s seen you. Typical. You’ll peruse the crowd for a while, circling each other until the opportunity comes to lunge at each other’s throats. The usual game you two play with one another.

It comes sooner than you expect when you peel yourself from Jace’s grip to get a third glass of wine. They’re being stingy with the pours, it’s barely a sip. You thank the bartender when you hear his voice.

“If we look at the numbers there’s really no chance,” he says to Jason Lannister, motioning to the bartender for another drink.

Jason acknowledges you first, not without a quick scan of the black cocktail dress you wear. You can hardly blame him, you know you look hot. You force a tight smile.

“Good to see you,” Jason says nodding.

“Nice to see you too Jason,” you lean forward, politely kissing his cheek, “Aemond.”

Aemond returns your tight smile with one of his own, taking a sip of the new glass of whiskey in his hand. The ring that bears his family crest catches the light as he swallows.

“Y/N,” he says.

“Ah! Ms. Y/L/N,” Jeyne Arryn says, sliding up to the bar and smiling, “I thought I recognized you, but I had to come over to make sure!”

You smile brightly. Lights, camera, action.

“So nice to see you Ms. Arryn,” you tell her, kissing her cheek.

“Please, call me Jeyne,” she insists, “I’m so happy you are here, I find these events terribly dull.”

“As do I,” you tell her, earnestly, “but that’s what I love about Rhaenyra Targaryen, you know? She makes these events so worth it, it's really time well spent.”

“Is that so?” Jeyne asks.

“Oh yes, she really understands the need for addressing critical issues while also not wasting anyone’s time,” you glance around the room, “Not to be a gossip, but you just don’t see other politicians making that effort.”

“I see,” Jeyne says nodding.

Aemond lowers his head beside you. God you fucking annoy him. Your fake sweet voice that floats around the room as you continue to talk to Jeyne, the smell of your perfume. Good Girl by Carolina Herrera. The exact opposite of what Aemond knows you are. You flash him a look, eyebrow raised as you escort Jeyne Arryn to Rhaenyra to converse. Aemond knows you. You’re a predator just like him.

Entertaining Jeyne Arryn is easy enough, but you put on a good show reeling her in. The rest of the evening is exhausting, spent campaigning for Rhaneyra and biting your tongue. Politicians can be such dicks.

Aemond finds you once more when you’re returning your glass.

“Well done,” he tells you.

“You could have tried a little harder,” you tell him, taking out your lipstick, “Where’s Aegon anyway? Scared?”

“Yeah right,” Aemond says, finishing his drink, “These things aren’t important to him.”

You use a small mirror from your purse to adjust your lipstick.

“Funny,” you tell him, pouting, “I could have sworn Aegon loves a good party.”

It’s low-hanging fruit, but it riles Aemond up all the same. You know exactly what buttons to push. He hums, staring you down, but you can tell he’s pissed. Aegon’s a retired party boy, you haven’t got your hands on all the stories yet but you know there are juicy ones. Ones to ruin political careers. But that’s the hard thing, dealing with families with money. It buries things.

You smile sweetly at him, as Jace finds you once more.

“Almost ready to go?” he asks, draping an arm over your waist.

You stare at Aemond a moment more, before turning your gaze to Jace and nodding.

“I just need to get my coat,” you tell him, “Then we can start saying our goodbyes?”

“Sounds good,” Jace tells you, smiling at Aemond.

You walk quickly out of the ballroom, toward the coat closet. To your dismay, a small card that reads back in a moment rests on the counter, the window shut. You tap your foot impatiently waiting for the coat checker to return. Minutes tick by and your impatience grows.

“Fuck it,” you hiss to yourself, and try the door to the side.

Luckily, it's unlocked and you walk inside the spacious closet, full of different coats. You paw through the expensive fabrics searching for your own.

“Impatient,” Aemond’s voice is behind you.

You don’t bother turning around as you continue searching for your coat.

“Need some help?”

“Not from you,” you snap, continuing your search.

Aemond chuckles and you freeze, turning to face him.

“Could you be any more insufferable?” you ask your annoyance at a tipping point.

“Probably,” he answers with a shrug.

You roll your eyes, humming.

“Go away, Aemond,” you tell him, but he doesn’t leave.

“I don’t think you really want that,” he says smoothly, causing your brows to furrow.

“Trust me, it’s all I want right now,” you think for a moment, “well, that and going home having a hot bath, and saying goodnight with my vibrator. This evening has fucked me enough already, might as well get off.”

“Velaryon not doing it for you?” he asks with a tone of curiosity.

You smirk at him.

“You want to know how my boyfriend fucks me?” you ask.

Aemond scoffs.

“Boyfriend? Please,” Aemond chuckles, “That little show out there might fool everyone else, but not me sweetheart.”

You stare at him for a moment, mouth twisting into a frown. You don’t like being called out, let alone by Aemond.

“Doesn’t mean he’s not fucking me,” you tell him.

Aemond merely chuckles again.

“He’s not fucking you,” Aemond says, hands in his pockets, “You’d be much more pleasant if you were getting off more frequently.”

“Is that why you’re such a peach?” you ask him, causing his eyes to narrow, “Floris must be sucking you dry on the daily, huh?”

You watch as Aemond’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. Gotcha. You laugh slightly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“And here I thought you were all over that,” you tease, “Maybe I should go out there, and see what you’re missing out on.”

“Whatever,” Aemond says, shrugging, “Be my guest.”

“Maybe I will,” you continue, “She seems pretty unsatisfied.”

“Do you ever shut up?” Aemond snaps, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

“Please, I am just getting started,” you counter, ignoring his rising anger.

It feels good getting a rise out of him like you’re flexing a muscle you haven’t worked in forever.

The party was just a warm-up compared to the fights you and Aemond have gotten into.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you had it in you,” you tell him, “Did you call TMZ yourself on your way to Storm’s End?”

You walk closer to him.

“You pay some photographer to take those raunchy photos on her family’s yacht?” you ask, standing right in front of him now.

“Got any more tricks up your sleeve, Targaryen?” you ask.

“You don’t even know,” he says smirking, “What about you and Velaryon? You expect me to believe you were just careless?”

You know what he’s talking about. The photos that revealed your ‘relationship’ a month ago outside a little coffee shop.

“I was careless,” you answer, making a pouty face, “Jace and I are in love.”

“Bullshit,” he says, barking out a laugh, “Got to hand it to you, you’re a good actress.”

“Fuck you,” you tell him, the sweet facade dropping, “I hate you so much.”

Then his mouth is on yours, his hand securely on the back of your neck, the other painfully squeezing your waist, dragging you flush against him. You gasp against his mouth in surprise as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. His hands move down to grab your ass, squeezing the soft flesh painfully.

You moan as he does so and he takes the opportunity to bite your lower lip, dragging it outwards. Aemond wrestles his hand underneath your dress, parting your legs, dipping his fingers below the waistband of your lace panties. He lets a long finger stroke through your dripping folds.

“You’re pretty wet for someone who hates me,” he taunts, slapping your pussy, “Fucking pathetic.”

You twitch against him as he delivers another painful slap to your throbbing clit. Your hands tangle in his silky hair as he sinks two long fingers into you, crooking them against your spongy walls. The tips of his fingers press into the rough spot inside of you that has you gasping against his hot mouth.

“Oh, is that good?” Aemond asks, thumb circling your clit.

“Fu-fuck you,” you manage, biting your lip as continues to fuck you with his fingers.

“I plan to,” he answers, “After we put those pretty lips to better use.”

You slam your head back into the wall, the blow is cushioned by a fur coat that got pinned between your back and the wall. Aemond lowers his head to your neck, sucking and kissing the smooth skin. Aemond’s fingers work magic inside of you, creating a wave of pleasure in your abdomen about to crest. Your legs begin to shake and Aemond lifts his head, a sly smile on his face.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he scolds, but he continues thrusting his fingers, swirling his thumb around your sensitive bud.

Tears well in the corners of your eyes.

“I can’t,” you whine, feeling helpless as your orgasm washes over you.

Your vision goes white as you clench around his slender digits, a rush of wetness coating your inner thighs. Aemond makes a tsking sound as you come down from your high, before removing his fingers from you. His face is disapproving as you regulate your breathing, feeling flushed.

“As I said,” he shakes his head, “Pathetic.”

“Fuck you,” you snap, dropping to your knees.

Aemond smiles down at you as you begin to unbuckle his pants. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his pants. You try to keep your face neutral as you release him, but you’re shamefully impressed by his thick length, how he’s already twitching and leaking precum. You spit on your palm before you take him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his length. You pump your hand around him, once, twice, and lean forward when he stops you with a hand under your chin.

You look up through your lashes, momentarily confused before he’s shoving his fingers between your parted lips. You can taste yourself on the slender digits and gag slightly as he presses them deeper into your mouth. Aemond smirks down at you.

“Show me how much you want to suck my cock,” he tells you, “And clean up the mess you made.”

You feel a new rush of desire between your legs at his instructions but do as you’re told, greedily sucking on his fingers, while continuing to pump his cock with your hand. Aemond hums with approval.

“I guess you do know how to listen, who knew?” he taunts, yanking his fingers from your mouth.

A string of saliva connects you to him before he wipes his hand on some unfortunate person’s coat. You look up at him, watch his lip curl and know another smart-ass comment is about to be hurled your way, so you lean forward quickly, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.

Effectively shutting him up.

Aemond lets out a breathy moan, he quickly silences by biting his lip. His hand finds the back of your head as you bob your head around his length. You want him whimpering, you want him shaking as he made you, so you remove your head before spitting on his pulsating cock making it as sloppy as possible.

It works, eliciting a whimper from the tall Targaryen as he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes beam triumphantly as you let him slip through your lips, wrapping them around his tip and sucking hard. The salty taste of him lingers on your tongue and you hold back a moan as you flatten your tongue over his slit. He hisses through his teeth as you take him fully once more, raising a hand to fondle his heavy-set balls.

“Fuuuck,” he moans, before gripping the back of your head and pulling you from his length.

You laugh breathlessly, mascara beginning to run, your mouth a puffy ruined mess.

“Pussy,” you taunt, as he drags you to your feet.

He turns you to face the wall, pushing you through the coat racks and pressing you against it.

“You were so much prettier with my cock shutting you up,” he tells you, lifting your dress and dragging the lace panties you wear down to your ankles.

You step out of them to assist him, listening as he pulls a condom from his wallet. He tears the foil with his teeth, rolling the condom on his hard length.

“Better shut me up then,” you challenge.

Aemond chuckles, bunching your panties in his hand before shoving them in your mouth. Your eyes widen slightly as he angles himself behind you, pushing the head of his cock through your folds. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction but he feels so fucking good stretching you open; you squeeze your eyes tightly shut to focus on anything besides the pulsing ache between your legs that matches your thundering heartbeat in your chest.

Aemond rolls his hips and your eyes roll back into your head. You whimper against the lace in your mouth as the sound of wet slapping fills the small space. One of Aemond’s hands clings to your waist, pulling you toward him to meet his brutal thrusts and the other wraps around your neck. You can feel Aemond’s breath near your ear as he continues his unrelenting pace.

“Keep making those sounds, I’m only going to fuck you harder,” Aemond says in your ear, increasing his thrusts to make his point perfectly clear.

You try to retort back something along the lines of ‘I’m barely making any noise you prick’ but it comes out a muffled moan as he sloppily kisses the side of your neck.

A noise distracts you momentarily, as the door to the coat closet opens. Aemond and you freeze, your walls clenching around his cock as he stills. You turn your head, meeting his eyes. Aemond purses his lips, silently shushing you. Your eyes are wide as you hear the coat check move around.

“Sorry ma’am, we’re a bit short-staffed tonight. I need to be in two places at once!” the coat check says, rummaging through the coats to your left.

You close your eyes, hoping you’re hidden enough behind the coats that you won’t be found out. Your heart pounds, matching the pulsing of Aemond inside you. The bastard is still rock hard, warming his cock inside of you.

“Here you go ma’am,” the coat check says, “Thank you for your patience.”

The door opens once more and closes with a click as the coat check leaves. Aemond and you are still for a moment longer, and then he chuckles.

“Fuck, I could stay just like this,” Aemond teases, “make you my personal little cock sleeve.”

You glare at him and he begins his thrusts once more, easily sliding in and out of your slippery folds.

“I think that made you even wetter, huh?” he taunts, balls slapping against your ass, “You like that idea? Getting caught being my little cockslut?”

Aemond moans at the thought, a shiver rolling through you as he pounds into you. He’s so deep, you’re sure you feel him in your stomach as you clench around him. The wet squelching of your soaked cunt is humiliating, but he feels so fucking good you can’t find it in you to care at the moment.

You whimper, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure build in your abdomen, a pleasurable burning coursing through your veins like you’ve been dipped in fire. Aemond’s hand tightens around your throat and you babble against the panties in your mouth. He lifts a finger, plunging it through your lips and tearing the material from your mouth.

“I’m going to cum,” you whimper, free from the gag.

“Are you?” he asks, a cocky grin on his face, “What do we say?”

You bite your lip as he angles his hips, thrusting his cock perfectly against your sweet spot, and your legs begin to tremble.

“Can I cum?” you ask through gritted teeth, heat flooding your face.

Aemond’s answering grin is sadistic.

“Is that any way to ask?”

You glare at him, lips set in a tight frown.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please can I cum, Aemond?”

“Go ahead,” he says, “Soak my cock like the greedy, little slut you are.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust of his hips slamming into you.

With a final strangled moan, you’re trembling, falling over the edge and taking Aemond with you. Your mind turns to mush as he thrusts a final time before finding his own release with an elongated groan.

For a moment, Aemond rests his head against your back as you both regulate your breathing. Then he’s unsheathing himself, removing the condom and buttoning his pants, as you shimmy your dress back over your ass, reaching for your discarded panties. You step in them quickly, smoothing them under your dress. Aemond tosses the used condom in a trashcan.

You fix your hair, and blot the corners of your eyes with the tips of your fingers, trying to fix the ruined mascara. You wipe at your lips too, certain your lipstick is completely gone, most likely staining Aemond’s cock. Aemond wets his own lips, before wiping them with his hand and smoothing his hair. He clears his throat before reaching forward, grabbing your coat from a hanger.

You snatch it from his hand, before leaving the room, heading back to the ballroom not looking back. You spot Jace and plaster a smile on your face, despite the ache between your thighs, and your trembling legs.

“Hey! They want to take one more picture,” Jace tells you before frowning slightly.

You look into his eyes.

“What?” you ask.

“You have-uh,” he motions to his neck, “Is that a hickey?”

His comment gathered some attention, and a woman turns to look at you. You smile, laughing brightly, pressing a kiss to Jace’s cheek.

“Honey, what did I tell you about leaving marks?” you tell him, wrapping a hand around his waist, “We’re not a couple of teenagers.”

“I think it’s adorable,” the woman says, smiling now, “You two are clearly crazy about each other.”

You smile, and give her a polite laugh, spotting Aemond reappearing on the other side of the room. He meets your eyes before Floris joins him, beckoning him toward his grandfather’s table.

Crazy is one way to put it.

Note: Teehee I hope you enjoyed this! As always, likes, comments, & reblogs are greatly appreciated, I LOVE hearing your thoughts! Until next time besties 💖

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Gun-Slinging and Impressing the Literal Devil

Your favorite place to hang out was the constantly buzzing saloon owned by one of your acquaintances, Rosie. But after hearing too many men brag about how good they are with a gun, you grew tired of their egos and decided to shut them up. But in the process of showing off your skills you happened to impress a certain cowboy outlaw.

A/N: This is based off of the LOVELY art of cowboy Lucifer drawn by the incredibly talented and sweet @bat-boness so please go give them some love!! This fic is literally so outside of the Hazbin universe, Lucifer isn’t even the king of hell I just took his character and ran with it. Thank you all so much for all the love from my sneak peak for this fic, I barely had the motivation to finish it but you guys definitely helped me out with all the love so thank you ❤️

Warnings: Femme reader, AFAB terms and she/her pronouns used for reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read!

You tilted your head back as you finished off your second glass of whiskey, letting out a groan from the burning in your throat. You pushed the glass back towards Rosie for a refill before tucking the stray hairs falling out of your braid behind your ears.

“Well sugar, I think you’ve had enough this afternoon… I want you to be able to walk out of here,” she grinned, taking the glass and starting to clean it. “Any particular reason you’re trying to drink yourself under the table today?”

“You know I got nothin’ better to do,” you chuckled, looking at Rosie. “And all these boys taking up air in this damned place are making me wish I was elsewhere.”

“They are rather… loud.”

“That’s an understatement,” you scoff. “I dunno how you put up with their bullshit, Rosie.”

A hush fell over the saloon, causing you to perk up and look towards the entrance.

“Shit,” you whisper, absolutely dumbfounded.

“My days… is that Lucifer?” Rosie gasped.

You nod your head, ensuring that your mouth was closed and not completely open in shock. What was he doing here in a place like this?

He walked in, completely ignoring the silence and heading towards the bar. His spurs clinked against the wood floor, and you quickly take in his appearance before looking away back towards Rosie. You only saw his eyes, which were narrowed in concentration. The rest of his face was covered by a white hat tilted over his brows and a red bandana hiding his mouth and nose that made his eyes nearly glow. Although the bandana wasn’t doing much, since the cut of his shirt was rather… low…

He stood to your left, leaning his arm against the bar counter causing him to nearly press against you he was so close. You couldn’t help but look up at him.

He smelled of barley and gunpowder… and his hair was unkempt from the wind that most-likely came from riding horseback.

“Well howdy,” he greeted Rosie, tipping his hat.

…What?

His voice was so… cheery. It didn’t match what he looked like at all. It contrasted his concentrated and unapproachable appearance.

“Well hey there, Lucifer… what can I get for ya this afternoon?” Rosie smiled as she grabbed a glass, being her usual charming self.

He pulled the bandana down to speak. “Strongest drink you have, if you please.”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

He was pretty… Smile that could make your knees buckle, rosy red cheeks, and… a surprising amount of manners for such a well-known outlaw.

“Of course… What brings you to our little town? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Just passin’ through. You know me. Well, not really. But I mean- I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Wait, that sounds awful full of myself, doesn’t it?”

“Just a little,” you butted in, causing you to widen your eyes in spite of yourself.

Why did you say that?

This brought his attention towards you, smile still on his face as he gave you a once over. You pretended not to notice, but it made you squirm in your seat and subtly adjust your ruffled skirt.

“Well hey there pretty lady. You come here often?”

You snort, which makes you flush in embarrassment. “Sure do. Rosie here is a close friend of mine.”

“Well, you both look absolutely lovely this afternoon,” he winked at the both of you, causing you to shrink in your seat and Rosie to let out a giggle.

“Why thank you,” Rosie smiled back, sliding over a glass of clear liquid to him. “Enjoy your stay here.”

“Thank ya, ma’am,” he tilted his hat once more and grabbed his glass, taking a sip before heading over to that damned group of men you’ve grown to hate and starting up a conversation.

“Well he was… surprisingly friendly,” you observed, looking to Rosie.

“Yeah… especially towards you,” Rosie smirked, propping her elbows on the bar counter and leaning her face into her palms. “He fancies you.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and dismissing the thought. Even if it was true, you couldn’t entertain the idea. He was an outlaw always on the run. You didn’t really want that life.

“Oh please, I could shoot circles around you.”

This caused you to glance behind you at one of the buffoons that was inflating his own ego earlier. Which he somehow had the audacity to say that to Lucifer, which caused your jaw to drop just slightly in disbelief.

But Lucifer didn’t even challenge the statement, for some reason. He just laughed and nodded.

“Oh, yeah, sure. I believe ya.”

“Damn… for a famous outlaw you don’t have a spine, now do ya?”

You slam your hands on the bar counter, causing the group of men to shut up for once.

“Y/N… I really don’t think-“

“Y’all sure are cocky for a bunch of bitches, aren’t ya?” you cut Rosie off, ignoring her warning and standing up out of your seat.

You ignored the snickers coming from a few of the men, standing in front of them with your back straight and proud. You sure as hell weren’t gonna back down now that you’ve stepped in it.

“Every goddamn day y’all come here and talk about your skills but I never see it.”

You lift your skirt, high enough to show your mid thigh, which caused almost all of the men to blush, wide-eyed as some stared and others looked away. You reveal your gun holster strapped to your thigh, pulling out your revolver and spinning it by the trigger guard with your pointer finger as you let your skirt fall back down.

“So how about you boys let me show you mine,” you smirk, tilting your dark brown hat back so they could all really get a look at you.

“Why the fuck would we give you the time of day, little lady? Why don’t you go back to sittin’ and lookin’ pretty at the bar counter there-“

You pull back on the hammer spur of your revolver, lifting the gun up with one hand and narrowing one eye as you aim. You shot directly in the center of the cocky man’s hat, knocking it off of his thick skull before the bullet bounced into the wooden wall, it coming to a stop once it was wedged in between the boards.

“Hey!” Rosie snapped, causing you to wince. “Not here, not inside- get out! All of you- you too Y/N!”

You shot her an apologetic look as you pushed forward on the hammer spur of your gun, walking outside with an anger bubbling in your chest. How dare those dumbs bastards speak to you that way…

You turn around when you hear the swinging doors open, watching with a smirk as the group of dumbs men get on their horses and ride away, not even sneaking a glance at you.

But then Lucifer walks out, and you look at the ground. Was he angry? But why would he be?

He called out your name, which he probably figured it out when Rosie yelled at you to get out, gaining your attention and causing you to look up.

“Ya still wanna show off your skills?” he asked, raising a brow and giving you a smile.

Your heart fluttered and you gave him a shrug. “Well if I have an audience.”

“Of course you do, couldn’t take my eyes off ya, sweetheart.”

He grabbed 3 empty food cans out of the bag hanging on the side of his horse, which he probably ate out of during his travels, leaving you to stare at him with wide eyes and blushing cheeks at his words. He set them up on different posts on the fence of a pasture that was next to the saloon.

“Alright, show me what you got,” he shot you a toothy grin, stepping away from the cans as you scoffed.

“Please,” you laughed, making sure to take more steps back than what he was expecting.

You shot the cans just like you shot the man’s hat from before, one eye slightly narrowed and gun raised with one hand. You shot one after the other, hitting them perfectly and knocking each one off of their posts with only a few seconds in between each shot.

Once they all hit the floor, you put the safety back on by pressing forward on the hammer spur.

“Damn…” Lucifer whistled, stepping towards you. “Haven’t seen someone shoot like that in a long time.”

“Glad I could impress someone like Lucifer himself,” you smiled, tipping your hat before lifting your skirt again and hooking your gun into the holster strapped around your thigh.

You tried to pretend you didn’t notice him staring at your skin as you let your skirt fall.

“Already was impressed when I saw you for the first time. Wasn’t kiddin’ when I called you a pretty lady.”

You blushed at the compliment but played it off, taking a stop towards him. “And you’re strikingly handsome for an outlaw… you’d think always being on the run would ruin one’s appearance.”

“Well, I suppose I’m criminally handsome as well.”

You snicker behind your hand. You really liked him…

“I’m not stayin’ here too long…”

“What a shame,” you frown at him, sticking out your bottom lip in a fake pout.

“But I’d still like to have a pleasant stay. Any ideas on how I can make my visit a little more… fun?” he asked, stepping so close to you that his crossed arms nearly touched your chest.

Your eyes widened at his words. You looked at him, and his eyes were narrowed, honed in on you and only you and taking in your appearance.

Well shit. Who are you to deny someone like him?

“I might have a few… it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to show a merciless outlaw to my own home, would it?”

“Well… I certainly don’t think so… at least, not this outlaw,” he smiled at you, placing a gentle hand on your hip, and you caught him staring down at your figure.

“Well, let’s get on your horse and I’ll show you the way.”

“You don’t have your own?” he asks, taking your hand and showing you to his horse, which was a beautiful dusty grey color with a black mane.

“Nah- everything ‘round here is walking distance. If I need one I usually use one of Rosie’s- that there is her pasture, she has a few animals she likes takin’ care of,” you explain, ignoring the hand he puts out to help you and mounting the horse by yourself.

Lucifer’s eyes were slightly widened in shock as you made it clear that you didn’t need his assistance, getting on the horse and sitting behind you. “I see,” he smiled, pressing himself against you and holding onto your waist. “Lead the way, darlin’. And take your time, I’m in no rush.”

Your lips part and your heart hammers at the sudden touch, gently snapping the reins of the horse to a soft trot as you guide it to your home.

But just after a few steps from the horse you felt Lucifer’s hands travel down your waist to your hips, and then they slowly made their way forward.

“Lucifer, just what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, breath falling short as you sneak a glance over your shoulder back at him.

“Just keep goin’ sweetheart. I’m just havin’ a little fun.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to concentrate on getting the two of you to your home, breath hitching as his hands travelled down towards the center of your thighs.

“Lucifer, I’m… I’m trying to concentrate here,” you try to scold, lungs sputtering for air out of nerves and excitement when his grip tightens on your thighs and teases the area where your pelvis meets your hip.

“I know, darlin’. You can still get us there, can’t you?”

“Well… yeah,” you sighed, placing one hand on the hand that was getting dangerously close to a place you DIDNT want him touching out here.

“Don’t try to hold me back, baby,” he teased, breath hitting your ear.

You pull on the reigns of the horse, getting him to stop.

“We’re here,” you sighed. “Thank god.”

Lucifer jumped off the horse and you quickly followed. “I have some fenced off land in the back. You can keep your horse there, if you’d like,” you offer, handing him the reigns and showing him to the land you had behind your house.

It was peaceful where you lived- just at the end of town but close enough to everything you needed.

Once Lucifer let his horse back, and made him comfortable, he turned to you with a smile. “Thank ya, darlin’.”

“Why, of course,” you teased with a smile, taking his hands and leading him inside your home.

As soon as the door closed behind the two of you, he grabbed onto your waist and you gripped onto his shoulders as he pulled you into a lip-bruising kiss.

He pulled you close, hands lowering to your hips and slotting one of his legs in between yours to press his thigh against you.

“Lucifer…” you breathed, running your hands to his hair and gripping onto the roots, moving towards his neck and pressing soft kisses along the skin.

“Baby, you are…”

“C’mon,” you interrupt him against his skin, pulling back and leading him to your bed. “You wanted some fun while you’re in town, right?”

“Right,” he nodded, pushing you atop the covers as soon as you got near the mattress, kicking his shoes off and getting on the bed.

He hovered over you on his knees, already beginning to hike up your skirt which made you laugh under your breath, slightly nervous. You reached for your ankles, sitting up slightly as you unlaced your shoes and threw them to the side as Lucifer removed his hat and serape and putting them to the side.

You watched carefully when he took off his shirt, pulling it off and placing it aside, immediately inviting you- whether he meant to or not- to touch all of his chest and stomach that you could. You sighed out a deep breath (of slight disappointment) when he pulled away from your hands and pushed up your skirt enough to see your bloomers and under-skirts which he quickly removed. “You alright?” he checked in, looking up at you, barely able to rip his eyes away from your body.

“Yeah,” you whispered, giving him a smile and reaching out to run a hand through his hair. “Of course I am.”

He gave you a cheeky smile, immediately ducking down and starting to kiss along your upper thigh. He didn’t even have the patience to take your skirt off first, he just lifted it up so it would be out of the way and pushing it back so he could still see you. Right after the skirts were out of the way, he unclipped the gun holster around your thigh and dropping it onto the floor.

“Damn, you’re impatient…” you teased as an attempt to keep your composure, letting out a small, nervous laugh as he looked back up at you.

“I said I wanted to have fun while I’m here… and I don’t play around. I get what I want, if ya didn’t notice, sweetheart.”

“Aw, but you don’t wanna take your time with me?” you teased, trying but failing to hide your smile.

“I think you and I both know you like it hard and fast too, darlin’. I don’t really think you care if I take off our clothes or not. Do you?”

You flushed at those words, unable to get yourself to answer, let alone decide what to say.

“That’s what I thought.”

He dives back into your thigh, immediately making his way to your pussy and spreading your folds before licking a stripe across your hole and to your clit.

“Jesus- fucking christ, Lucifer,” you gasped, glancing down at him and placing your hands in his hair to brace yourself.

He doubles down, chuckling against you causing to let out a breathy moan. You felt your whole core spasm against the sudden attention, tilting your head back and getting lost in the feeling as soon as he thrust his tongue into your hole.

“Fucking shit, Lucifer!”

You let out a small cry when he holds your thighs open, causing them to shake. “Please, oh my god-“

He pulled away so that his lips were just barely against your clit, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Please what, baby? What do you want?”

“You, you… please-“

“Already desperate for me?” he whispered, having the audacity to laugh at you.

“Shut your trap…”

He apparently didn’t like that response, so he gripped your thighs harder and started sucking on your clit with an unwavering vigour.

“What- Lucifer!” you cry out, one hand gripping onto his hair and the other slamming onto the mattress, gripping onto the sheets in a desperate attempt to keep your composure and not burst into tears right there.

He moves one hand from your thigh up to intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly and still keeping his gaze on you.

He finally gave you a break, pulling away and giving you a smile.

“You’re so beautiful…” he breathed, studying your face and tracing his fingertips along your thigh.

You blushed under his admiration, looking off to the side out of embarrassment from his intense gaze.

“Whatta ya say, darlin’?”

You look back at him, face warm and eyes wide. “Thank you…”

“Atta girl,” he chuckled, sitting up on his knees before leaning over you, his arms planted by your torso against the mattress to keep himself up.

He pressed his face against your neck, causing you to inhale a sharp breath and gripping onto his hair with one hand again as he peppered kisses along your neck. “Are you teasing me now?” you laughed under your breath, slowly lifting your bare hips to press against his.

He let out a gentle groan, nipping at your jawline. “What can I say? I wanna take my time with ya…”

You scoff, smile evident on your face as you trailed your hand down. It rested at the top of Lucifer’s pants, slowly undoing his belt. “But I thought you were here to have fun, sugar… where’s that needy attitude now?” you mutter back, placing the belt next to you two on the mattress and trailing your hands down again to push down his pants, just enough to…

“Well, you’re gonna take away my fun by rushing me,” Lucifer frowned, immediately grabbing you by your wrists and pushing your hands away. “Fun doesn’t mean quick, sugar,” he mocked. “Let me play a bit.”

He gently pressed your hands down against the mattress, a silent signal to keep them there, before trailing his hands along your chest. He grinned down at you, slowly unclasping the hooks from your corset and throwing it aside before beginning to undo your shirt. “Beautiful- best part of this town.”

You shudder at the touch to your breasts, letting out a small laugh. “Do you say that to all the girls you bed?”

He looked at you with a raised brow, unbuttoning your shirt all the way as he obviously began to lose his patience with you. “Haven’t done this in years, baby. You’re special, don’t you worry.”

He tossed your shirt to the side, straddling your hips and running his hand along your jaw. He ducked down, kissing your lips and nipping them immediately. You opened your mouth, tentatively, which he took advantage of and invaded your mouth with his smooth tongue.

You gasped, his tongue working wonders as you were able to taste yourself, and you lifted a hand to place on his hip as an attempt to get him to not stop.

He pulled away, though, and stared down at you with narrowed eyes. “I thought it was obvious I wanted you to keep your hands to yourself, but apparently you didn’t pick up on that.”

You opened your mouth to complain, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed his belt, which made your mouth go dry. “Gimme your hands, love.”

You stutter, tongue feeling as if it was swollen while your hands remain still. “Lucifer, you won’t-“

“C’mon baby,” he interrupted, gaze turning slightly cold which sent shivers down your spine. “Hands.”

Your eyes widen and you shakily hold up your hands, embarrassed at the feeling of your pussy already dripping onto the bedsheets.

“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll still treat you right. I’d never hurt you,” he reassured, slightly alarmed at your shaking, but he gave you a look that you knew was him telling you you could stop whenever.

There was the man that you saw at the bar. Bless his heart, he’s too kind.

“I’m…” you trail off, thighs nearly twitching when he pushes your hands against the bed frame. “I’m just fine.”

He wrapped the belt around your wrists and the headboard of the bed, finally fastening it which caused your thighs to press together.

“Goddamnit will you PLEASE get on with it,” you felt your voice betray you, causing Lucifer to pause as soon as the belt was fastened.

He pulled away, going back to hovering above you with a smug grin. “Darlin’… you like the belt?”

“I didn’t fucking say that, did I?”

“Oh, touchy… you’re a brat, aren’t ya?” he laughed at you, situating himself so that he could reach back, pushing past your thighs and pressing against your clit in between your folds, before reaching down further and pressing one finger into your hole.

Your eyes closed, body relieved at the attention as you slumped against the mattress and gently tugging against the belt around your wrists.

“You do like it.”

“Perhaps,” you muttered, looking down at him.

“Oh, no need to be shy… it’s alright, you can tell me anything,” he teased, slowly pulling his finger out of you, then slowly thrusting back in.

You gasped, now realizing just how powerless you were at the fact that your wrists were completely restrained, looking at his face as he pressed barely-there kisses along your sternum.

He teased the pad of his second finger around your entrance, then slowly pushed it inside to join the finger that was already there. He was stretching you out.

“Lucifer… please go faster, I’m fine, y’know. Don’t need to worry about me.”

He looked down at you and smiled, pressing a quick and soft kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look at you as he rubbed against your walls with his fingers. “Ya sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you before trailing them up to his face and licking his tongue along the two fingers slowly, savouring the taste. “You’re just perfect, love.”

You shrank under the praise, heart skipping a beat in your chest at his actions. He pulled away though, tugging down his pants. You watched, with hardly any shame at all, as he throws them to the floor, and he climbs closer to you again, leaning over you as he uses one hand to press himself against your entrance. He looks up at you with his hair slightly in his eyes and an excited grin stretched across his lips.

“You ready, angel?”

You smile, surprised that he checked in with you so suddenly, but it made your heart swell. “Yes… of course,” you nod.

He gave you a soft smile which made your chest tighten, and he pushed himself into you slowly. Your breath got stuck somewhere in your throat, and once he noticed that your breathing stopped, he stopped too. “Breathe, sweetheart… breathe.”

You gasped for breath, probably louder than you realized, and your wrists slacked then tightened against the belt. “Keep going,” you whispered, words barely falling out of your lips.

“Okay, just… tell me when you need me to stop, alright? I don’t wanna hurt ya,” he soothed, leaning up and pressing careful kisses against your cheek as he pushed in further.

Tears welled in your eyes at the stretch, your back arching and your jaw nearly going slack. Lucifer tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you still.

But then he kept going, and your eyes squeezed shut at the lack of control. But you weren’t panicking.

There was something about the smell of dust in his unkempt hair against your face, and the way his body slotted against yours, that just made you trust him completely. Which was… jarring, to say the least, since you just met him.

You grew used to the intrusion, even if it did just keep growing and growing. But then his hips slotted against yours, and you were finally able to breathe again.

“Wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“Easy for you to say…” you panted, smiling at him when he pulled back to look at you.

“Mmm… not THAT easy. You have no idea how much it’s taking for me to not fuck you into this bed right now.”

It was then that you noticed that his arms were shaking, and you smiled a little to yourself. He felt this way just for you?

“You can go, baby… just go slow, please,” you instructed, holding back a laugh at the way his face lit up.

“God bless ya, darlin’,” he laughed breathily as an attempt to tease you, gently pulling out, which made your wrists unintentionally tug aggressively against the headboard.

But once he slowly pushed back in, your vision went white and you let out an unfiltered, drawn-out whine. You didn’t want to say it out loud, but holy shit… he was huge.

“You’re so pretty like this, love. Look at you…”

You open your eyes a bit, peeking at him only for them to roll back when he pulls out and pushes back in again, this time a little faster.

“Sound so good, angel. And you feel so good, too. Easily best part of coming to town.”

You let out a breath, or at least tried to, since your lungs were absolutely fluttering at the feeling and his words.

“Lucifer, you can go… faster,” you muttered, looking at him with watering eyes and a wobbly smile.

He cursed under his breath, examining your face for a moment before pulling out again. The friction against you made you cry out, weak and soft, only for him to push back into you.

But this time he didn’t stop in between thrusts, he just kept going, which made your hips twitch.

“Fuck…”

He groaned, turning his head so that his lips pressed against your ear. His breath hit your skin, causing you to shiver against his hold. He liked the reactions you were having, though, which made him double down and push your limits even more.

“I felt that, baby… You’re reacting like that just for me?”

Your eyes squeezed shut, nodding as an answer. He pulled back a bit to look at you, giving you a smug grin before lifting your hips slightly and deepening his angle.

“Oh- oh…! Lu-!”

“I bet you’d like me to come back every now and again, just for me to fuck you like this over and over. Ain’t that right?”

“Yeah-! Right, Lucifer!” your voice hiccuped with the way your body moved against the bed with each of his thrusts, eyes half-lidded.

“Lucifer, wait,” you gasped, jaw clenching.

He stopped in his tracks, not moving as he looked down at you. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, of course not. I feel so good… just… please undo the belt. Please.”

He immediately nodded and reached over you to the headboard, quick to listen. As soon as the belt was unfastened he threw it off the bed and massaged along your wrists, trying to soothe the slight burn.

Instead of letting him continue you grabbed his hands, pushing him away before sitting up, pulling him back so he was laying down. You straddled his hips, placing your against his chest to keep him there.

“What are you…?”

“You pick up on things easy, just wait.”

You reach back, lining him up with yourself before lowering down onto him. He let out a breath, instantly gripping onto your hips.

“Baby, sweetheart, I can’t keep this up that long if ya-“

“I know, that’s the point,” you smile down at him, raising yourself and lowering again.

He let out a noise. You’d never heard anything like it, it was soft and high pitched, but you’d do anything to hear it again.

You looked down at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as you rose and fell again, then again, until you started consistently bouncing.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so goddamn tight.”

“Just for you, baby.”

Something in him shakes and he slams you down on his cock, forcing a near scream out of your throat.

“Just for me?”

“Yes- yes, just for you!” you exclaimed in surprise, doubling down and speeding up your pace.

He tilted his head back in response, becoming lost to the feeling which just made you shudder all over.

“You’re so pretty, love… so gorgeous, I could watch you do this for hours,” he praised, tracing along your hips before tightening his grip again.

Your face flushed and your body shuddered at the praise, the friction from your bounces starting to get to you. Lucifer noticed and trailed one of his hands down from your hip and immediately circled his thumb around your clit.

“Ah! Lucifer, I’m close, are-“

“Right there with ya, angel,” he smiled at you, albeit a little wobbly since he was barely containing his own whimpers.

You clenched around him, bouncing stuttering only for Lucifer to help you out with the hand that was still on your hip.

“You’re such a good girl- so good you make me want to stay,” you heard his weak voice whisper in between his whines, causing your eyes to widen as you looked down at him.

You gasp, your back arching and your stomach fluttering as you climax. Your eyes just barely caught Lucifer’s expression while he finished himself, his eyelids nearly falling and his breath hitching before letting out a strained whimper while he finishes inside you.

You cried out at the feeling of him spilling into you in the middle of your peak, doubling over as your moans stutter and hiccup while you finally get over your peak.

“You did so good, love…”

He slowly sat up, breath still erratic as he gently and carefully pulled out of you which caused you to whimper from your own sensitivity.

“That’s it… just breathe, you did so well, darlin’.”

He laid you back down, grabbing a quilt that was folded on the bottom of the bed and placing it over you so you’d stay warm. You smile at the soft fabric against your skin and watched his hand cup your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your face. He delicately took your hair out of its braid, massaging your scalp once your hair was down and splayed out along your shoulders.

He moved to lay down behind you under the quilt, slotting his body against you from behind and hugging around your waist. “Can I stay the night?”

You decide to not let the reality that he has to leave hit you yet. With how his arms felt around you, with this new feeling in general, is presence just felt… right. Might as well pretend that the feeling doesn’t have to leave for a little bit longer.

“Of course you can.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading <3 sorry that it took me so long to write, I literally hate school with a passion :)

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Arthur Shelby x F!Reader

Synopsis : Arthur married you on the basis of business but he can’t help but feel insecure as his new wife avoids his gaze.

Note : I don't drink and have never been in a relationship so im unqualified to write about it but whatever

GRAMMAR BAD, DON’T EAT ME!

Arthur’s drunk again. A celebration was held in honor of another company milestone at The Garrison this time with the entire Shelbys and Grays present along with their most loyal allies and employees. All was present except for you.

You were supposed to be Tommy’s so-called ‘gift’ to Arthur. Another way to say he had done a deal with another family that needed their girl married to a man, just like the Lees. Except, Arthur deem himself not as lucky as his younger brother with his bride. You were unusually quiet, never even smiling at your own wedding.

Deep down Arthur knew this would happen. His father always told him that all a woman's good for is to comfort men thus he never really tried to court any, only finding comfort in hired women. It bites him in the ass of course, seeing his younger brothers building a family with the women they love while he drinks and rots away at the pub. He was never really the smartest one of the siblings.

On the night of the wedding he opt to getting drunk and banging other ladies at the reception. A part of him just wanted to let out steam but the other part wanted you to react but you never did. When the news hits you all you said to him was ‘Good for you?” with a confused look on your face. He almost thought you were mad, what kind of reaction is that? It’s like you're treating him like a co-worker just having a normal conversation about what they did during the holiday.

He could never get mad at you though, you kept his house tidy,cooked warm dinner when he got home, and never complained when he came home drunk or bloodied. Often times he would see you occupied in craft or reading only glancing at him when necessary. It hurts his pride to be ignored by his own wife but overtime he starts to treat your indifference as normal as he continues to visit brothels to try to mend his broken ego.

Now he’s walking wobbly on the lonely streets back home to his stone faced wife. The dark skies are whirling all around his eyes and the pouring rain louder then usual assaults his ear drums. How many bottles of whiskey did he drink to get this drunk? He lost count, all he wants to do is to shut his eyes.

When he arrives home it's already past midnight but the light from the windows are still bright. He opens the door seeing you reading a crimson covered book without lifting her eyes off the pages.

“Y/N! You should pay attention when someone enters a room, we have enemies” slurring through his words he tries to get rid of his now soaking weighted coat.

You arch your brows in question, “I know what your footsteps sounds like, if you were an intruder I would have shot you by now”. He huffs, thinking how typical for you to say that like you know everything. In his frustration, he aggressively tries to shake himself off his soaked clothes. His eyesight only seeing the pooling wet floor under him, thinking how typical of him to be this foolish.

A fuzzy towel ruffles his hair trying to dry it from the rain water. You had stood up to help him dry off, and undress him to his underwear. He’s too drunk to even freak out about being naked in front of her, just relieved to be separated from his soaked clothes.

“C’mon I still have some warm water left” you hold his rough hands guiding him to the bathroom where a tub of warm water awaits.

“I was going to soak in it after I read in case you come home in the morning” you let him soak in the warmth of the water, as you began to lather his body with soap diligently covering every crevice of his body like you had done this multiple times before.

“Why do you do this?” his voice low and rough

Your brows arch again at the question, “What? Why wouldn’t I?”

He snapped his head towards her suddenly “Cause you hate me” his voice was weak and tired, his eyes were clouded almost like he wasn’t even looking at you.

You can feel your heartbeat fasten. Arthur was well known to be an outgoing and loud person, seeing him be this quite worried you especially his eyes. Those eyes you see countless times when you would tend to your depressed and hateful father.

After a couple seconds of them staring at each other, a splash broke your trance.

“DO YOU PITY ME WOMEN?? IS THAT WHY YOU AVOID ME EYES? DO YOU SEE THE DEVIL IN ME TOO?” his eyes widen in anger at you, his own self hatred consumes him as he stared back at your dumbfounded look

Hoping Arthur didn’t see you finch at his sudden burst of sound, you take a deep breath before answering “I don’t hate you” your voice firm yet soft trying to convey your sincerity.

Shame washes over him realizing he just yelled at the person who’s trying to help him. His eyes avert yours “Then why didn’t you smile at our wedding?”

A sudden cold air struck your lungs as your own eyes widened. This marriage had been an unexpected thing in your life but you never hated it, so why DIDN’T you smile? Your rough hands wrapped around itself as you try to answer his question logically “This marriage is just a contract between our families. I didn’t see the need to look happy at a work event”

A burst of laughter echoes through the room. “A work event ey? This is just work to you” you can feel the pain in his voice, despite being arranged to marry you he still hope to be a happy partner with you.

Only now did you realize that you had been hurting his feelings. You thought you just had to do basic marital obligation for him, not once did you realize that you needed to put work onto your own feelings with him.

“Forgive me Arthur. I’m…I’m what you call inept in these kinds of emotional things.”

His hands wave at you dismissively “I don’t blame you luv. I’m not as smart or attractive as my brothers. I get it now” the water’s started to grow cold

“I think your plenty smart and attractive Art plus your the first born” you slowly try to continue to wash him

“What does that have to do with anything?” his faces the wall, not wanting to look at you

Being bold, you took his chin gently to face you “How did you figure they grow up to be so smart? Or healthy? Or attractive? Was it your dad who left you every night?”

HIs eyes widened at your words

“You were the one who worked with your Aunt to make sure your siblings can at get the education they need and put food at the dining table. You were the one who took the blame whenever your father came home drunk. You were the ones to look after your brothers back at the army so they can arrive safe back home.” your hands instinctively slither around his hands warming them as the water of the tub starts to grow cold.

“I’m the oldest too”

A silent understanding bloomed between you two. You helped him clean up and as he get dressed you cooked him a meal before bed. During that time you two go on through the routine without talking but with the air feels lighter than it did a day ago.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding your gaze Art”

“I was being dramatic, I should have talked to you instead of getting drunk” his mind now a bit more clearer as he lay in the comfortable mattress

“As long as your safe and honest with me I think I could excuse anything you do after all you are a Shelby I would have already ran away if I wasn’t prepared”

“Is that why you avoid me all this time? So you don’t get hurt?”

“Part of it is yea but the other part is just I never really had any experience with a romantic partner before” you get in under the blanket with him

He chuckled “That’s just a fancy way of saying your a virgin"

“I don’t want to hear that from someome who calls himself the devil like some hormonal teenager” as you try to wave him off and prepare to sleep he grabs your arm, forcing you to meet his gaze

“Kiss me. Prove to me that your willing to try this thing and not just saying promises for the sake of it” frim and anticipating your reaction his once cloudy eyes are clear and bright

You breathe in to compose yourself “Fine” Hesitantly you close your eyes tight, pursing your lips like a goldfish as it finally makes contact with his own thin lips. When you lean back to see his reaction you see a mischievous smile like he finally got the upper hand on you.

“What a prude!”

#arthur shelby #peaky blinders #arthur shelby fanfic #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x y/n

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palioom · 11 months

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Taste of Sugar

summary: watching a movie with jack "whiskey" daniels, you become distracted by his fingers. one thing leads to the next.

pairing: jack "whiskey" daniels x f!reader word count: 3.7k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); some swearing, unprotected p in v, fingering, some biting

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Being in a relationship with Jack was… something. He was sweet and loving but he was also flirtatious and dirty and wouldn’t keep his hands off of her even just for a little while when they were out.

It was especially strange as she was new to this whole relationship thing.

Jack knew, which was why he tried to tame himself, to lay off his usual tactics a little.

Take it slow, make her feel comfortable, safe.

Though he wanted nothing more than to fuck her, in all honesty.

Truthfully, he had thought she was joking when she confessed she was a virgin. It had taken three attempts to convince him until he had realized that she was 100% serious.

Then, he felt like an ass.

How was a woman who looked this stunning still a virgin? He had barely believed her when she said this was only her second actual attempt at a relationship.

But that?

Damn.

“C’mon, darling, you’re kiddin’, right?” Is what he said, playful smile on his lips, a hand on her waist. “You? Never.”

“Well, but I am, Jack.” She had answered, a little embarrassed, really.

So… he had changed his approach.

And she was glad for it. Really glad.

Though some days, when he had drunk a little too much bourbon, she enjoyed it when he forgot just momentarily.

Grabbing her hips with a bruising grip, kissing and biting her neck until purple marks bloomed like flowers on her skin and pushing his tongue into her mouth all while his noticeable, growing dick was grinding against her front.

Yeah, some days she really just wanted to take things further, but she was just so damn nervous.

Jack seemed experienced as hell, while all she knew was to use her own fingers on herself.

Maybe a toy here and there.

And even with that she was sure she could do better.

He definitely would be better.

His fingers were so long and thick, she often found herself thinking about what they’d feel like inside of her.

How just two of them could stretch her out.

What the rough pads would feel like on her clit, drawing circles into it.

How they’d pump in and out of her slowly, all the way to the knuckle, over and over again.

She squirmed where she sat in his lap at the thought of it, looking at his huge, veiny hand, splayed out on her thigh.

If he noticed, he didn’t show it.

Thank God, because she felt herself growing wet already.

They were watching a movie - or trying to, in her case - and he had insisted on having her sit in his lap, a blanket draped loosely over them, her back pressed against his chest.

It had started out fine, with her actually concentrating on the awful movie they had picked together.

Somewhere halfway through, her mind had wandered, though, when she felt his warm breath fan over her neck, felt his moustache tickle her there sometimes, felt how his strong arms were wrapped around her middle.

She knew she was a goner when she imagined him fucking her from behind, mouth on her neck and an arm around her waist.

And now, with him gripping her thigh like he did, her eyes glued to his fingers?

Yep, she was wholly gone. Beyond saving.

“You still watchin’ the movie, sugar?” He whispered against her ear in that thick, southern accent, taking her by surprise. “Or did you find somethin’ else more interestin’?”

Her heart skipped a beat, his moustache tickling her ear, his breath hot. As if to emphasize what he meant, his hand squeezed her clothed thigh harder, fingers digging into the fabric of her dark pants.

“I don’t know what you mean, Jack.” Of course she knew, and he knew that she knew. She did a horrible job at sounding believable.

She also knew that.

“Really? You don’t?” Jack’s voice was low, raspy even as he spoke. His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear still, and the arm around her waist tightened. “S’ that why you’ve been grindin’ that ass against me for the past twenty minutes, sweetheart?”

Her breath caught in her throat, almost choking on it as she stared straight ahead. Of course she hadn’t been as subtle as she believed herself to be.

Fucking idiot.

When she didn’t answer, he pressed a kiss against the crook of her neck, his hand that had been on her thigh removing the blanket now.

It was an unspoken question.

Do you want to continue this?

Did she want to continue this? She wanted him, but was she really ready yet?

According to the growing wetness between her legs, yes.

Her eyes found his fingers again as his hand returned to her thigh, trailing up and down the outside now.

“Relax, doll.” He said, voice soothing, calming. “Breathe, tell me what’s been goin’ through that pretty head of yours.”

A shaky breath left her, licking her lips, trying to calm down.

Jack probably felt how nervous she was, but this was far from the first time they’d been in this situation.

His hand wandered higher on her thigh, moving to the inside and stopping not too far from where she could already feel herself soak her underwear

He wasn’t going to continue unless she gave him permission.

“Been thinking about… your fingers.” She admitted finally, quietly, and she could swear his lips curled just slightly against her neck, pressing another kiss there.

His hand remained where it was.

Yes, they had been in this situation before, but never had she indulged him before.

“What about them, doll?” A hundred things went through his head at the admission, but he could guess what she had been thinking about them.

He needed to hear it from her, though.

“I thought about them inside of me.” She breathed out, slightly rushing her words. A faint blush painted her cheeks pink, making her feel hot as her hips involuntarily moved. “How they’d feel.”

She could feel him against her lower back now as he slightly shifted underneath her. A small, rough chuckle left him, hot against her neck.

“Did ya?” His hand on her thigh crept higher, her eyes following it as he moved it, close, closer to where she needed him now. Breath hitching in her throat.

Yeah, she wanted him.

“Wanna find out what that feels like, sugar?” His fingers landed on the button of her jeans, waiting for her answer.

Fuck.

She nodded, breaths shallow and not trusting herself to actually speak right now.

A dizzy feeling overcame her, her body feeling hot.

The movie was entirely forgotten now, just noise in the background.

Jack shifted so he could easily look over her shoulder, opening the button with skilled fingers before moving down to the zipper. Out of the corner of his eyes he watched with a smirk just how transfixed she was on his hand, practically drooling as her eyes became dark.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice, spreading them over his, then watching as he spread his own further, opening her up more.

Quickly her attention was back on his hand, watching as it disappeared inside her pants, feeling his fingers delve between her folds, brushing against her already swollen clit.

Her hips jerked into his touch, a loud gasp leaving her which made him chuckle into her ear again. One of her hands gripped his wrist, to ground herself somehow, not to tear him away.

“Sweetheart, you really got this wet just from thinkin’ ‘bout my fingers?”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine.

He applied light pressure to his movements, just small circles as he listened to her breath hitch, watched how she bit her lip so no more noises would spill out, how her eyes were just zeroed in on the small movements she couldn’t even really see.

She was goddamn adorable like this.

“Jack-”

She was surprised by how high her voice sounded, how desperate it was as warmth spread through her body, outwards from where his fingers languidly applied pressure.

It felt so goddamn good, that familiar feeling of lust and desire and that pressure settling deep in her stomach, her hips moving against his hand to chase more friction.

How was he getting her this close already?

Jack enjoyed seeing her fall apart just from one finger, kissing her neck, wandering up to her ear and gently biting the earlobe. The noises she made were like music to his ears, and he just needed more.

Needed to feel her clench around his fingers.

“Take off your pants, sweetheart.” He said, removing his hand from her, chuckling at her small noise of protest.

It took a moment for the words to register in her brain, but when they did, she quickly did as told, feeling how he helped hold her hips up to get the dark fabric off of her legs.

He couldn’t stop himself from squeezing her ass as he did, laughing at the moan that slipped past her lips.

“Don’t laugh.” She tried to complain but it didn’t sound very convincing, more of a small whine as she settled in his lap again, turning her head to look at him.

“I apologize, baby.” He chuckled, kissing the underside of her jaw while his hands hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. “Couldn’t help myself…”

A moan bubbled in her throat when she felt his hand on her again, this time seeing how his fingers moved between her folds. His other hand came up to squeeze her breast through her shirt, making her whine and bite her lip.

It all felt too good almost.

“I want them inside me, Jack.” She said, her hand returning to his wrist and trying to move it. “Please.”

Any other day, any other moment, he would have teased her more, but she was desperate, pleading him so nicely.

He could swear he could feel her soak through his jeans.

And he wanted this, too.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll get what you want.”

Gathering her wetness, he moved his fingers deeper, finding her entrance and slowly, so slowly pushing one finger inside. He could feel how she clenched around it, her hips squirming as she gasped.

Even just one finger was a stretch, taking just a moment to let her head fall back and look up to the ceiling to gather herself and not lose composure immediately.

But her eyes were back on his hand the moment he began to push his finger in and out of her, his thumb hovering over her clit but not touching it.

Jack smiled against her neck as he watched, too.

Seeing his fingers coated in her, glistening in the low lights, it took all of him to just not add another and another right away. To not throw her onto the sofa and fuck her into it until she screamed his name so much she forgot her own.

“Damn, you’re tight.” He said and he could feel how she tightened around him more.

Just this little bit of him already got the heat building up again, making her head feel foggy.

But she wanted more, and almost as if he understood from how she moved in his lap, how she moaned, he eased in another finger, making her hips stutter momentarily.

“Jesus, Jack.” She breathed quietly, voice heavy with lust.

When he began moving his fingers again, the wet sounds of them obscene but so hot to her, she felt like she was going to fall apart right then and there.

He knew exactly just how he had to move them, making her squirm so much he wrapped his free arm around her waist again as she arched her back.

Close, closer, closer.

It felt so much more intense already, whimpering and moaning without shame as he kept pumping his fingers.

“‘Atta girl.” He rasped, fingers curling against that spot inside of her.

Just a little more.

“C’mon sugar, show me how good ya look coming on my fingers.”

Then, he pressed his thumb to her clit.

And she was gone.

Crying out his name as that pressure inside her burst, a string of expletives mixed into it, her legs shook, still spread open over his own and her nails dug into his skin.

One wave after the other crashed into her, washing over her and reaching every tiny crevice in her body as he fucked her through her orgasm.

Jack smiled all the while, eyes going from where his now soaked fingers were buried deep inside of her back to her face, watching the bliss, how she bit her lip, how her cheeks and neck were flushed dark.

His cock twitched at the sight and he became painfully aware of the effect she had on him.

Only once she moved her hips away from him, on the brink of becoming overstimulated, did he pull his fingers out of her.

He really had lost track of himself there, but he was sure she hadn’t minded, judging by her face.

Her half lidded gaze followed his hand as he brought it up to his mouth, sucking on his fingers, tasting her.

“Taste goddamn delicious, sweetheart.” He chuckled, his voice deep.

It made her brain stop, mouth slightly open as she still came down from her high.

“God, fuck me.” She whispered, twisting her body so she could kiss him.

He used the momentum to lay her down on the sofa, lips still attached to hers as she groaned, tasting herself on his tongue. It was strange but she liked it, her hips grinding up against him.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do right now, doll.” Jack grinned, hands moving to hike up her shirt and push down her bra, exposing her breasts.

The sight of her let his patience evaporate and he had half a mind to remember this was her first time.

Even if she didn’t seem to care that he was going to fuck her on the sofa.

Licking his lips, he pinched one of her nipples, making her moan and arch into the touch.

“D’you still want this, doll?” His voice was dripping in lust still, but he genuinely cared. “You know, once I’m buried inside that tight pussy of yours I’m not sure I can stop.”

She groaned at his words, hands moving to undo his belt, then the button of his dark blue jeans.

“Jack, fuck me.”

A cocky grin broke on his face and she groaned again, in annoyance this time. She wanted to roll her eyes but only managed to close them when his lips attached to her neck, sucking a purple bruise into it.

He helped her to take off his pants, before her hands went to pull the white shirt over his head, leaving him only in his underwear.

The sight made her drool almost, pressure already building back up in her abdomen, while also feeling a little nervous.

She’d seen this before, just not when he was fucking hard.

“Like what you see?” He grinned, pulling her shirt over her head, fingers moving to unclasp her bra. Both items landed in a pile behind the sofa somewhere.

She couldn’t care less.

“C’mon, doll, why don’t ya take a peek?”

She swallowed hard, looking up at him before her eyes wandered down again, as did her hands.

“I fucking hate your cocky attitude, Jack.” She mumbled under her breath, hooking her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pulling them down.

“Something tells me you don’t, doll.”

It won’t fit.

Somehow that was her first thought seeing it, knowing it was just some shit trope pornos used.

But seeing his cock spring free, she doubted if it was just a stupid porn trope.

It was thick, leaking precum already and looked fucking heavy.

Jack could basically read the thoughts running through her mind, all in her eyes.

“Relax.” He said, voice close to her ear as he kissed her neck, his fingers already pushing inside her again, making her whimper. “Gonna get you all ready for me, don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Two fingers easily fit, so he quickly added a third after a few pumps, the girth making her squirm, nails digging into his skin.

She reminded herself to breathe, to try and relax and enjoy this.

It was too much, but at the same time not enough, her mind running wild, imagining what his dick must feel like if this was only his fingers.

“Fuck, I want you, Jack.” She moaned, legs opening further.

“Just a little more-”

“Jack, I fucking need you.” She cut him off, squeezing around him.

Lust glowing white-hot deep in her stomach.

He removed his fingers with a deep sigh, raising a brow at her. “Don’t get bossy with me now, doll.”

It made her chuckle, that empty threat of his.

She knew he liked it, deep down.

Shifting above her, he took himself in one hand, giving his cock a few pumps before letting the head glide through her folds.

All before pushing inside her with one fluid motion, while looking into her eyes, savouring every tiny movement of her face.

She couldn’t suppress the groan coming from deep inside her, hearing him moan as he bottomed out and stilled.

What a pretty sound.

It was bigger than his fingers, stinging as she adjusted but he had done well in preparing her, quickly finding herself wanting more again as she eased around him.

Rolling her hips, he smirked, holding back just a moment longer.

“Gettin’ impatient, sugar?” He asked, teasing. One hand rested on her hip, thumb rubbing circles into her skin.

“Shut up, Jack.”

She pulled him down into a kiss, and he groaned into her mouth when he finally moved his hips, pulling almost all the way out until he thrust back in again.

Quickly he set a steady but harsh rhythm, feeling how she joined in, rolling her hips to meet his with every snap.

His hand roamed up her side, groping one breast roughly, pinching and rolling the hard nipple.

When she moaned at the sensation, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, feeling how she clenched around him.

She was getting closer fast, his mouth on hers, his warm body on her and his cock inside her too much at once, still feeling her previous orgasm deep in her bones as he continued his pace.

Every drag of his cock inside her filled her so perfectly, feeling full to the brim with just him alone.

The thought made her head spin.

Not that there was much going on there at the moment anyways, the only thing she could think about being his cock and how she wanted him inside her again even though he hadn’t even left yet.

“Looking gorgeous with my cock inside you, sugar.” He rasped, breath laboured as he parted from her to look down to where he was driving in and out of her.

His movements were faltering already, signalling he was close.

Just like her.

“‘Atta girl, pretty pussy takin’ this cock so well, huh?”

His words only made the pressure build inside her, his voice making its way through the fog in her head.

She felt incapable of forming a single word so she just mindlessly nodded.

“Look so pretty, all cockdrunk, sweetheart.”

He was rambling now, mouth on her neck, teeth leaving faint marks.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her head craning so he had easier access.

“Squeezin’ me so tight, god damnit.”

Just a little more.

“Jack-”

Angling her hips, she tried to get more friction on her clit and he seemed to understand, smirking against her neck.

“C’mon, want to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart, go ahead.” Jack’s voice was right in her ear suddenly, his hand leaving her breast to move between them. “Say my name again, baby.”

He had barely applied any pressure when her second orgasm of the night crashed into her, squeezing him so tightly his own hips stuttered as he groaned, almost as if he was in pain.

His name left her lips over and over, like a prayer almost as the waves rolled over her, his fingers still on her clit and fucking her through it.

Not long after, he followed, so lost in the feeling he forgot to pull out, stilling deep inside her as he groaned her name.

When he collapsed on top of her, she let him, even as all air was pushed out of her lungs.

In a way, it was a comforting feeling, him pressing her into the sofa and she stroked his hair as she looked up at the ceiling.

That was so much better than anything she could have imagined.

“Whoo.” Jack said after a while, pushing himself up, the softest groan slipping past his lips when he pulled out of her.

She felt empty now. A strange feeling.

His eyes raked over her body, settling on her pussy, seeing his cum leaking out.

That was almost enough to get him hard again, chuckling. He decided to just leave it uncommented for today.

“I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but I haven’t had a better ride in all of my life.” He said, rubbing her thigh as she just laid there, looking back at him. “How d’you feel, sugar?”

She rolled her eyes before smiling at him, feeling warm as his eyes kept going back to her middle.

“You sure are talented, cowboy.” She giggled, nudging him with her foot. “You’ve proven to me you can ride after all.”

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them.

“Shower?”

She broke the silence, closing her legs and sitting up slowly, feeling a little sore.

The way his eyes twinkled and the corner of his lips curled upwards didn’t go unnoticed by her.

“Just shower, Jack.”

He chuckled through his nose, raising his hand in mock surrender.

“‘Course, darlin’. Just a shower.”

He got up, picking her up and she yelped, before he carried her up the stairs.

She couldn’t help the giggle leaving her.

With Jack Daniels, it obviously wasn’t just a shower.

Not that she would ever complain.

#pedro pascal #jack daniels #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #kingsman #jack whiskey daniels x reader #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

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lvlyghost · 1 year

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Call of Duty Headcanons: Vol II ✨

How they’d react to their civilian s/o getting hurt

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Civilian!Reader

Tw: blood, injuries, angst. simon is mad, whiskey and shooting?, strong language & probably more 😮‍💨 lots of grammar mistakes; you name it🐸

A/N: so here’s the second part!❣️ and ofc it’s our baby ghost! Please remember that english is not my first language, corrections are appreciated 🫶🏻✨Enjoy!🌷

Vol I✨ Vol III✨ Vol IV✨

“I promise we’ll leave super soon! You won’t even notice we left the house.” You had said, smiling widely to Simon.

He scoffed but followed you inside the bar still not convinced. Why couldn’t you accept the plan of tea and bed? Rolled his eyes.

He just wanted to stay home but he could never say no to you. And of course you ordered some sweet cocktail when you both took a seat right in front of the barman.

“Whiskey.” He growled. You shoot him a glare and he just shrugged.

“So grumpy.” You teased him.

Things went sideways too fast.

If only he had been more aware of his surroundings, if only he had never let his guard down, if only he had fixed his eyes at the door… he would’ve seen the shooter coming.

But no. He was completely in awe watching you, hearing you talking about that one party with your co-workers that had gone terribly wrong.

You were laughing. And bloody fucking hell he adored your laughter. His eyes never left yours, cheeks blushing all because of the alcohol. You were never good at drinking.

And now he was rushing to your body, drenched in blood, gasping for air. Two bullet wounds, one on your shoulder blade, another one on your arm.

Simon yelled your name. You could hear the panic in his gruffy voice. “Hey! Hey sweetheart, stay with me…” he urged you. His eyes are wide in shock, horror at the sight. His girl. That was his fucking girl the man had shoot at. Simon sucked in a breath when he tried to apply some pressure on both of your wounds. “I must do it, love. Please, hang in there. Everything’s gonna be okay, I’m right here, take a deep breath for me would ya’?… atta girl.” He said, when you did. Voice soft, he was trying to make you feel calm.

God if only he could stay calm! His heart was racing, he’d feel the thrum in his ears. You were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Si-Simon?” You stuttered. “I’m cold.”

He felt it. Felt the way your body was shaking under his hands.

“I know,” a painful whine left your lips. “I know!” He nearly cried at the sound of it.

“Fuck! Call a fucking ambulance now!” He shouted, at the people who were running all over the place, scared, crying, panicking.

Simon never wanted to hear you make a sound like that ever again. He’d take your place in a heartbeat. He’d do anything for you if it meant you’d be safe.

Sell his own soul? Done

Rip his heart out? Done

When you brought one of your tiny hands and placed it on his hulking bicep he almost lost it.

He never wants to see you go through that again. This was where you were supposed to be safe. By his side. Enjoying a normal life. This wasn’t the army. Simon swore nothing like this could happen, let alone to you.

He swallowed the burning lump in his throat. And in that very moment he made a silent promise. He’d find the bloody bastard and make him pay.

Pushing a strand of hair out of your face he caressed your cheek so delicately as if somehow you’d break under his soft touch.

“I know what you’re gonna say…” you found the strength to smile. Even then and there, whatever may come… you were with the man you loved the most.

“We should’ve fucking stayed home.”

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kaminokatieemoved · 10 months

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Twenty Days || L Lawliet

Synopsis - L wrote his own name in the Death Note to stop Kira and only had twenty days left to live.

Warnings - NSFW. Unprotected P In V Sex. Love Admissions. Slight Angst?

Note - This reads like a 12 year old wrote it but I promise I'm 23, I just can't write. Based on the Japanese Live Action (it's amazing, go watch it!)

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

“Oh Gods,” L groaned as you sunk down slowly onto his cock. You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. You just remembered there being whiskey, and a lot of it along with feelings of grief from the death of your dear friend Watari.

In a drunken state, you had asked L if he had ever slept with anyone and of course he shook his head. “Do you want to?” You asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously. L had spluttered a reply you didn’t even hear as you stood up and shakily made your way over to him. You gazed into his eyes as you unbuckled his jeans, waiting for him to reject you. But he didn’t, he continued to let you rid him of his jeans with wide eyes and an open mouth.

You couldn’t help but give him a quick striptease, taking off your clothes as quickly but as sensually as possible. L couldn’t help the tent growing in his boxers as he watched you, admiring the dips and curves of your body. You were completely naked. L’s pants and boxers were just pooled around his ankles as he sat properly on the chair, his baggy shirt still hung loosely on his slender frame.

You grasped the fabric of his shirt as you sunk down completely on his length, a moan escaping your open lips. You waited a moment, giving yourself time to adjust to L’s cock that was now stretching you deliciously open. A whimper escaped L’s lips as he bucked his hips up slowly, desperate for you to move. You smirked to yourself and slowly began bouncing on his cock.

Soft whines automatically began to leave L’s lips as you continued your slow movements, his hands automatically flying to your hips to grasp the soft flesh surrounding them. His fingertips dug into your hips as he tried to ground himself in this moment.

“Please,” he whispered to you. His voice was so quiet you almost missed it. “Faster.”

You nodded and smirked before picking up your pace, rolling your hips as you did. This wasn’t your first time riding a man so you knew what to do, but the way L was falling apart underneath you was a first. You could feel him shaking beneath you, his hands still frantically grasping at the plush of your hips and kneading, almost desperate to feel you.

It took a few moments for L to become more confident and when he did, he began bucking his hips up to meet yours in rhythm. Whimpers, whines and moans were still tumbling from his perfect lips.

“This feels… So good…” L panted as he looked down at you. He watched in awe as your breasts bounced with each of your movements. His hands shakily moved from your hips to your breasts, grasping them firmly in his palms. L gave them an experimental squeeze and watched for your reaction. When you threw your head back and moaned his name, L continued to knead your breasts, desperate to hear you moan his name again. It sounded like classical music to his ears. “Y/N,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Yes?” You asked, halting your movements for a moment.

“N-No, keep going,” he begged. You nodded and began to bounce once more as L began to talk. “From the moment I met you, I knew I loved you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, and I’m sorry that I’m leaving you so soon but just know, I love you.”

Your eyes welled up with tears from the pleasure you were feeling and the sincerity of his words. Your hips rolled again against L’s and a wanton moan fell from your mouth. You were so close to your own orgasm. “L,” you whimpered, cupping his face with your hands and forcing him to look at you. His black eyes filled with tears of his own. “I love you too.”

Those words sent L over the edge. He pulled you flush to his chest and began pounding himself inside of you. You almost screamed with the amount of pleasure you were feeling as your hands flew to L’s neck to keep you steady.

“Say my name again,” he whispered into your ear, his movements never faltering.

“L,” you cried out, your orgasm approaching eagerly by the second. “I’m going to cum L!” You announced. You wanted to drop a hand to your clit, to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, but you wanted to stay flush against L. You wanted to feel his shirt covered chest against your chest as you came. With your hands around his neck still, you grasped the fabric of his shirt and matched L’s movements with your own and sooner rather than later you were cumming all over his cock.

Your walls fluttered around L’s cock and he felt it. The pleasure shot straight to his balls as he felt his own release nearing. You were still moaning his name repeatedly as you came down from your orgasm, screaming almost as L continued his brutal pace. Your head rested on his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “Gods I’m going to cum too,” he groaned into your neck, pressing soft kisses against your jugular vein. Without any further warning L shot thick ropes of cum into your spasming cunt, his movements stilling as he continued to fill you.

After a few seconds of the two of you sat there panting, you finally lifted your head off of L’s shoulders and smiled at him. “That was amazing,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

“Is it that intense all the time?” L whispered as he stared into your eyes.

“Only if you’re with the right person,” you replied, eyes filling with tears. You had just found out he loved you after all the years of knowing each other and you were going to lose him in twenty days.

“My only regret in life is not making you my wife,” L whispered softly. Your eyes widened at his words, not knowing he felt that way. You had known L for a long time, and you never once thought he imagined about you in a romantic way. You thought this would have been a drunken thing, something to throw off his bucket list before he… passed away. Not something he had always wanted to do.

Your eyes sparkled as the tears threatened to spill and you smiled weakly. “We still have twenty days,” you suggested. Both of your hearts were racing as silence fell upon you, were you really suggesting that you get married?

“Are you saying-” L started, but you cut him off with a frank nod.

“Yes,” you said seriously. L’s lips contorted into a smile as he cupped your face in his hands. His cock was softening inside of you but neither of you minded as L pressed his lips to yours softly. The kiss was clumsy, definitely L’s first kiss, but it was sweet. He poked his tongue against your lips and you opened your mouth, allowing him access. His tongue swept across yours as he pulled your face even closer to his, the kiss deepening with each passing second. When he pulled away L gazed into your eyes looking for any sign that you could be lying to him, but he couldn’t find any.

“Let’s get married,” he whispered to you, nodding slowly.

“Let’s get married,” you agreed, nodding back to him.

The next day, once your hangover hand passed you and L went to the local townhouse to get married. Your wedding was small and sweet: your parents were there, as were the remaining members of the Task Force that helped stop Kira. You wore a beautiful white cotton sundress that although was casual, still looked gorgeous for your literally last minute wedding. L wore his usual baggy white shirt and baggy jeans, but had put shoes on for the occasion. As you walked down the townhouse aisle with your mother and father by your side, L couldn’t help but tear up. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would get married but then again, never in his wildest dreams did he think he would know when and how he was going to die. It was bittersweet. He had nineteen days left to live, and he was going to spend those last nineteen days with you by his side.

When you reached L at the top of the aisle, you turned to face him. A soft smile spread across his face, something that you loved to see from him: it was a rarity and you knew he was truly happy.

The priest began to speak. “We have gathered here today to celebrate the matrimony of L Lawliet and Y/N L/N. They have requested a quick ceremony so I will ask, is there anyone here that objects to the joining of these two people?” Silence. Your heart was beating in your chest as you looked out at the small crowd gathered. When nobody came forward, the priest continued. “Do you have any vows you would like to say?”

L nodded, and grabbed your hands in his. “From the moment I met you, I realised what love was. It took me a while to accept that I was in love, but when I did I wanted nothing more than to scoop you in my arms and give you the life that you deserved. Had we never completed the Kira case, we may have never got to do this. So even though I only have nineteen days left to live, I can say with my hand on my heart that I will die the happiest man alive.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as L finished speaking and you felt your heart break slightly. Knowing he only had nineteen days left to live killed you, you weren’t sure how you were going to go on without him now that you had him. You grasped L’s hands tightly and cleared your throat before speaking. “L, when I first met you I didn’t like you. I thought you were weird and creepy, but the more I got to know you I realised you were a certified genius who was simply just misunderstood. I realised I fell for you when we were working on the Kira case. We were alone and going through the tapes and we both reached for the same tape. I remembered our hands met and my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. Even though you don’t have much time left on this earth, I can promise you I’ll make the last nineteen days the best time of your life.” L nodded at your words, the smile on his face now spreading from ear to ear.

“If that is everything,” the priest spoke. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

L looked at the crowd nervously before pulling you close to him, pressing his lips to yours quickly but sweetly. Your guests cheered and threw rose petals as you both walked down the aisle and out of the townhouse.

You went straight back to L’s headquarters afterwards. You excitedly ran into the room and with a confused expression, he followed. “What are we doing here?” He asked as you sat on the large table situated in the middle of the room.

“Well,” you whispered, your hands smoothing over the surface of the table. “I’ve always wanted to have sex on this table.”

L’s eyes widened at your admission, but locked the door behind him before slowly making his way over to you. “Are you sure Y/N?” He asked.

“I’m sure,” you smirked, spreading your legs to him.

Your white cotton sundress shifting to expose your underwear to your husband. L didn’t say anything, but quickly launched to you, pushing you down onto the table with a serious expression on his face. He stared into your eyes as he unbuckled his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles before flipping your sundress up and literally ripping your underwear off your body. You went to protest and say those were your favourite pair but L shrugged you off. “I’ll buy you a new pair,” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours roughly. You groaned into the kiss, your eyes rolling back into your head before closing. L pulled away leaving you a whimpering mess from the lack of contact.

“What are you doing?” You asked,disappointed he had moved away from the kiss. You watched as he pumped his cock a few times as he stared at your cunt. Last night, you didn’t get a good look at his cock. Now you could see him in all his glory. He was as big as he felt, and he had a whole lot of girth too. He penis was slightly curved, but it hit all the right places inside of you. Your mouth hung open and drooled at the sight.

“I’m going to make love to my wife,” he whispered before slowly sinking himself into you.

You let out a moan and grasped his shoulders as he pushed into you. L lent down to press a soft, chaste kiss on your lips as his slow movements sped up to a quicker pace. It was clear it was L’s first time on top due to how erratic his movements were, but it still felt amazing for you. A cock is a cock after all.

“Oh God, L,” you let out a moan and wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, forcing the raven-haired male to speed up his pace.

“If you keep squeezing me like that, Y/N, I won’t last long,” he whispered into your ear roughly, before nibbling on your earlobe.

“Can’t help it,” you whimpered. “Feels so good.”

You continued to moan into L’s ear as he groaned into your neck, nibbling at the soft flesh available to him. “Feels amazing,” L agreed, his thrusts becoming even more erratic than before, signalling that he was close to cumming. “Cum with me Y/N, please.” He begged shamelessly.

You nodded and dropped a hand to your clit, giving yourself the extra stimulation you needed to push yourself over the edge. Without warning, you found yourself creaming around his cock unable to hold it in any longer as soon as you began to stroke circles around your sensitive nub. “I-I’m sorry!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm washed over you violently. L wanted to soothe you and tell you it was okay that you couldn’t hang on, but the way your walls constricted around his shaft had him cumming deep inside of you also without warning.

The two of you lay there, L on top of you, panting heavily as you both came down from your orgasms. It took L a few seconds before he was rolling off of you onto the table, the cool wood was welcome against his now sweaty back. You gazed at him from the corner of your eye, smiling before realising that this moment wasn’t going to last… That you only had nineteen days as his lover before he was gone forever. You felt tears prick at your eyes and you tried to blink them away, however, they continued to fall.

“Y/N, are you okay?” L asked, propping himself up on his elbows and turning his attention to you.

“I-I’m fine,” you lied, wiping your eyes before jumping off the table and pulling down your sundress. You picked up your torn underwear off the floor and placed them down your bra, too nervous to walk out with them in your hand on full display for everyone to see. L pulled up his boxers and jeans before standing in front of you, placing his hands on your forearms and stroking in a soothing manner.

“You can tell me,” he whispered softly, his black eyes gazing into your glossy ones.

“I don’t have long with you,” you said, bottom lip trembling. “I have nineteen days with you and then…”

L looked at you, a saddened expression laced his face. He had come to terms with the fact he was going to die soon, he came to terms with it before he had even written his name in the Death Note. But you… You made him somewhat regret his decision. But, there was no going back. “Do not worry, my love. These will be the best nineteen days of my life.” You sighed as he kissed you softly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you. “This is a conversation for another time.”

You nodded as he continued to pepper your face in kisses. You supposed he was right, now wasn’t the time for such a conversation, but you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your heart at the thought of him not being around anymore. “You’re right.”

“Fear not my love, for now, you need to sleep,” L whispered into your ear, leading you towards the sofa in the room.

“What about you?” You asked as you sat down.

“You know I don’t sleep much,” he chuckled. “I have to work on some cases. If I need you, I’ll wake you. I promise.”

You nodded and lay down on the sofa, cuddling up into the soft cushion that decorated the sofa. You closed your eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing but happiness and love. L smiled as he watched you sleep from the corner of his eyes. He might be dead soon, but he was glad to be spending his last moments with you.

I wasn't sure about posting this, but I spent a lot of time on it so I thought why not. I hope the Death Note and L lovers like this!

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“It’s like a disease, loving you, for you are all I can know.”

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Summary: Your life was hopeless and death was your salvation. Or at least, that’s what Dazai told you. Despite your reluctance to entertain his shenanigans you had come to depend on him. Living sucks but acknowledging that with another makes it suck a little bit less. Just a bit.

Starring: Dazai Osamu

Genre: romance

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, implied sexual relationship,

Author’s note: It’s technically the 13th according to some timezones… Happy valentine’s day to everyone! His character might be a bit oc, especially at the end. (Look, I tried my best) Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome as far as I know!!

Word count: 943 words

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“I don’t suppose that offer for double suicide is taken yet, right?” You murmured over the glass cup that pressed against your lips.

“I wonder what kind of damned situation you could possibly be in that made you come to accept my offer of all offers.” Dazai said, his own words muffled by his knuckles pressed against his lips.

You both stared at the bartender as he worked non-stop through various drink orders. The lights in the bar blurred into indistinguishable shapes and swayed side to side to the rhythm of the music that was playing.

“I’m feeling generous.” You said, no longer minding the slur of your voice after having a few drinks.

“You’re feeling drunk.” He replied, his eyes watching the ice melt in his whiskey. “I could lend an ear instead.”

“If I tell you what’s wrong, you will then see how pitiful I truly am and then take your offer back.”

He smiled. “I’m quite pitifull myself. I look up to those who can surpass me in that.”

The truth was, since you met Dazai things in your life did not get better. You had nobody then, and now all you had was the idiot you had hooked up with on a night you felt particularly lonely- but you’ve always have been alone. Maybe the best term to describe the way you felt that night was ‘being on the edge’, and Dazai pulled you in with his charm and pathetic shenanigans. Eventually, all that troubled you drowned in his presence and your anxieties felt smaller than they were for that night, and every other night you had spent with him. These moments with Dazai were the line between life and death for you.

“There’s nothing I can do for you.” Dazai said with conviction, after you explained your situation to him. You didn’t want his help, but him acknowledging that your problems are enough made your body relax. You took another shot.

“Of course there isn’t.”

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The relationship between you and Dazai was unique. Live like the other doesn’t exist until the weekend, meet up at the bar, exchange your different experiences with existential dread, sleep together, go home and repeat.

It had been after three months of this routine when it you finally decided to break things off with Dazai. Through your unfortunate experiences with relationships; friends, family and lovers alike, you learned that when being with another person to any extent, you will get hurt.

The distance between the both of you on the bed could never reveal the intimacy you shared not even 10 minutes ago. You stared at the in-suite bathroom door in silence, your back facing Dazai as you ran through your thoughts to try find a way to begin the ‘break up’ talk. You weren’t even together officially. Dazai had… a reputation, and the last thing you needed was to reveal the true nature of your attraction to him. This distance was necessary to keep everything in check.

“We’ve been doing this for weeks and yet you still refuse to look at me once it’s done,” Dazai spoke from behind you.

“I don’t want to look at you.”

“But you’re in my bed-“

“Shut up.”

He let out a sound of amusement before running the tips of his fingers down the line of your spine. You focused on the sensation as he traced down your back, then he changed the direction of his touch and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. His forehead rested on the back of your neck and he resumed brushing his fingers against your skin.

“I prepared a gift for you.” He said, his tone held meaning beneath it but your unsettled heart did not leave you room to think.

“A gift?”

“The 14th of February is coming soon and I prepared something.”

You did not look forward to going back to your home. You much prefered jumping off the bridge you walk down on your way to your home than anything else but Dazai… prepared something for you? You cannot even say you and him had anything special, but your overgrown dependence (how could you dare define it as just dependence?) is what pushed you to looking forward to another day. Supposedly, that is what other people call ‘hope’, and how dare he try to force it onto you.

You stared ahead at the door, fingers twitching as you itched to push Dazai away and leave and never return again.

“I don’t want anything from you.” You lied. You tried to pull your body out of his embrace but he wouldn’t allow it.

"Not even the gift I had spent valuable time preparing?"

You couldn't answer. Dazai took your silence as affirmation and slid out of the bed. He moved around from behind you as you stared at the crumpled sheets beneath your palms and a few moments later, he was back beside you and handing you a small box wrapped neatly in shiny red gift wrapping.

“Open it,” he whispered, and after settling your nerves, you opened it.

It was a gun.

#silaswritesthings #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #please dont flop

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zkvry · 8 months

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Awful Lot of Questions | Thomas Shelby x GN!Reader

Summary : You are a hitman, arriving in Birmingham for undercover work. You meet your target ; Thomas Shelby upon chance. Something happens and it stirs conflicting feelings.

Warnings : Mentions of guns, alcohol, cussing, smoking

Additional Information : > written in second person perspective > no spoilers > 1145 words | 8 min

Author's Note :

Thank you for the love for my first post. Appreciate the positive feedback and reblogs <3.

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The Garrison was lively tonight, men drunk over their heads singing popular Birmingham tunes that sounded unfamiliar to you. The sleek brown coat did well to shield yourself from the cold air, the long material hitting your legs as you walked towards the establishment.

A ring of the bell announces your presence. You tip your hat low, covering your eyes and most of your face. A few people looked up and noticed you but most to all were too engulfed in their own chatter. Walking towards the bar, your light footsteps startle the person behind it.

Henry turns around to face the bar, bottle of whiskey in hand. He jolts in surprise and loses his grip of the bottle. With haste, you catch it before it hits the floor.

"Oi! You almost made me shit my pants," Henry chuckles, thanking you for saving the beverage. "What will it be?" He asks, setting down the bottle safely and wiping his sweaty palms with a cloth.

"Rum. if you have it," You respond, resting your arms on the bar table.

"Of course we have it, I'll get you one from the top shelf," Henry turns, stretching his arm up high. He grabs a fancy-looking bottle and pulls out a glass from behind the counter. Pouring swiftly, he hands it over to you. "On the house. Would've lost a whole bottle without ya," He thanks again, moving to attend to other patrons.

You nod your head gratefully, fishing in your pocket for a two pound coin. You set it on the table. Henry notices the money and his eyes widen, pushing the coin towards you. "On the house! don't worry about it," He emphasises.

As he walks away, you bend forward quickly, sliding the coin under a dry cleaning cloth. He'd find out eventually, though you wouldn't be there to take it back.

Settling in comfortably, you swallow the alcoholic beverage. It burns the back of your throat. You sigh in relief.

Your attentive ears pick up on the ringing of the doorbell. Another patron, perhaps. You didn't bother to look. However, the only difference was, the people in the Garrison seem to have quietened down significantly. A person of importance?

Footsteps made their way closer to your direction. You see Henry scramble, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from behind the counter, hidden away like a secret stash. You recognise the bottle from earlier - the one you caused to nearly break, but saved.

You decide to risk it, adjusting your hat and turning slightly to look. You were met with clear blue eyes instantaneously. Your stomach drops - It's him. The one you were set out to kill whose name is Thomas Shelby. He's seen you.

He opens a pack of cigarettes, dragging one across his bottom lip out of habit, before letting it settle. He holds out the remaining cigarettes toward you, in offering. You held up a hand to reject it.

"You don't smoke?" He asks in raspy voice, somewhat mumbling with the unlit cigarette between his lips. He digs into his pocket, finding a lighter.

Smoke? Of course you do. You were just as addicted to nicotine as the next person. "I do, just not those ones," You reply, not intending to sound arrogant.

He lights the tobacco, puffing out smoke. He takes a long drag, eyes still trained on you. "New around here?" He probes, drinking the whiskey from a glass.

"Awful lot of questions," You supply, getting irritated. You felt the urge knawing at you - to put a bullet between his eyes.

"And not an awful lot of answers," He states. Thomas was only met with silence. He moves to sit beside you, leaving a chair between both of you. " Birmingham's been getting visitors lately. Some for leisure, some for business... others for trouble, " He blows smoke infront of him, knocking his head back as he downs the glass of whiskey.

As your lips move to answer him, the Garrison doors open violently. The doors slam against the walls with a loud thud. Everyone turned their heads to the commotion. A man - face beetroot red and clearly under the influence, tramples into the pub and a gun in hand. Shouts of panic grow louder as he flails the weapon recklessly.

Thomas stand up, cocking his head. His eyes directing orders to a few men. You see that they were all wearing a similar cap; the peaky cap - peaky blinders

Just as two men grabbed a hold of the drunkard, he swats at them aggressively, pointing the loaded gun with wobbly legs as he tries to stand upright. One of the peaky men from behind grabs the hand with the gun, pointing it away.

BANG!

A round was fired as he does so. Almost in slow motion, you see the bullet traveling in lightning speed towards the bar and, towards Thomas Shelby.

It's too late for him to move out of the way without getting punctured, unless.

You stretch your arm, grabbing the collar of Thomas's cloak and pull harshly towards you.

In an instant, his body clashes into yours, bringing the both of you falling down to the ground. He blue eyes bore into yours, mouth agape from shock of the event. Your hat falls from your head, revealling your face. Your heart drums in your chest in panic.

You push him off, grabbing your hat and concealing the top half of your face from wandering eyes. You look at the bar table to see the bullet embedded in the wood where Thomas was standing just moments ago.

Deciding that you've made enough mistakes for the day, you rush to leave the establishment with heavy footsteps.

Thomas gets up, brushing his attire and commands the peaky men to usher the dunkard out of the Garrison. He'll deal with that later. He fishes out another cigarette, lighting it and dragging a long one to calm his nerves.

He looks to the enterance, where the door still sways from your haste exit. He stares at it a little longer, collecting the flashes of memory, - the harsh tug of his collar, chest bumping into yours and losing his footing, plummeting down to the ground, taking you with him. He recollects the moment your hat falls from your head, he could finally see your face. Your coloured orbs staring back his, full of emotion compared to the lifeless blue ones he had.

Then you push him off and dart out of the place. What were you running from? He wonders. Why do you cover your eyes? Thomas is filled with more questions and yet again, with not an awful lot of answers.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x you #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinder fanfic #fanfiction #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #gender neutral reader

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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good pet

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader word count: 1170 warnings: smut, dom tae, sub reader, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, explicit language, rough sex, oral sex, sir kink, deepthroating, creampie, desk sex, mafia!tae AO3 A/N: request - Hiiiii! Omg a mafia!Taehyung oneshot..with some smut in his office…😈👀💕✨ Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

Today had been a good night.

Three of his major rivals had bowed to him, begging on their lives for mercy - Taehyung liked to think of himself as a merciful person so, of course, he let them live.

Well, the few ones he let alive would be reprogrammed so that they would know better than to betray him, never know when they can be useful. The others… he hoped they got to say goodbye to their loved ones before he showed up.

He was even nice enough to keep their drugs and weapons, can't leave things like that laying around, could end up in the wrong hands or the police.

He wasn't even bothered that his new suit was ruined with specks of his rivals' blood, an ends to a means, and the information he got in return was a valuable one.

Overall a good night, but Taehyung knew he could be better.

That's why he send for you as soon as he stepped foot in the building.

He sat in his office sipping on whiskey, a large desk separating him from his six most trustworthy members, which one giving their option on how to proceed next but Taehyung wasn't listening to a word, their voices falling into background noise as his thoughts took front stage.

He could deal with work stuff first thing in the morning, right now he just wanted to celebrate - his empire wasn't going to fall in ashes just for one night of most deserved fun.

On cue, there was a knock at the door - all eyes were on him, knowing how much he hated being disturbed during a meeting - 'Enter' was heard and you immediately stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly and standing by it, awaiting his next order.

He took noticed that you were wearing his favorite dress and a pink collar with a heart pendant - he trained you well on how to behave after a successful mission.

"Leave." usually he would have no problem reminding everyone who you belonged to, especially when somebody else touched you, but tonight wasn't one of those days.

The sound of the door closing made him spread his legs apart. Seeing this made you start walking in his direction, dropping to your knees before him, your hands running up and down on his thighs.

"Good night?"

"Amazing." he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "But I know something that could make it better."

"Yes sir." you were quick to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling both them and his underwear down to knees, finding him already hard despite you barely doing anything.

Wrapping your hands around his member, gripping it and letting your hands stroke it softly, your eyes on him as precum oozed from the tip.

Flattening your tongue along the underside of his shaft, licking the tip of his cock with only the tip of your tongue before sucking it.

With a growl, his hand gripping the back of your neck tightly, pulling you away and forcing you to face him. "Get to work pet."

He forced you to take his cock all the way down your throat, gripping your hair so you couldn't pull back. Your eyes filling with tears as you worked on breathing properly.

Taehyung pulled you out, letting you regain some air in your lungs before doing it again. Beginning to thrust into your mouth and bobbing your head at his own pace - he knew you could take it.

Doing your best to relax your throat at his punishing pace, you continuously moan around him as tears begin to fall once again, and drool drips down your chin, pressing your thighs together trying to get some sort of relief as groans and praises leave his mouth.

He looks down at you - desperate, tears running down your face, mouth stuffed with cock as a mix of drool and his precum runs down your chin, eyes filled with devotion and want for more - Taehyung could cum from this image alone, all of it pushing him towards the edge.

But this wasn't how he wanted to end the night.

He pulls you out of him and lets go of the grip on your hair, you gasped as air filled your lungs, trying to regulate your breathing.

"Lay on the desk pet."

At his order you got up as best you could and bend over the desk, laying your head against it and pushing your dress higher.

"No underwear?" he inserted two fingers into you, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. "Were you expecting me tonight?"

"H-Had a f-feeling." you moaned as he curled his fingers and sucked your clit.

"You're so wet for me, you deserve a reward for being such a good pet for me."

His hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he slammed into you without warning, making you arch your back as you cried out.

Smiling at the sound, he pulls out before doing it again, each thrust given with force and precision, and each cry and moan he pulled out of you being music to his ears.

Your nails scratched the top of the desk once he started pounding the spot that made you see stars.

As the familiar knot in your stomach started to grow, you felt a sharp sting on one of your cheeks. "Louder pet! I want everyone to know who you belong to." he gripped your hair and pulled you against him.

With your back against his chest as his cock drilled into you, moving you closer and closer towards the edge, you felt one of his hands wrap around your neck as the other rubbed circles on your clit.

"Cum for me pet."

Moan after moan of his name was all that left your mouth as your orgasm hit you, making your body feel like jello as his thrusts became sloppier.

"Please sir, please cum inside." Taehyung kept his rough and fast pace before he stilled inside of you, filling you up and making you moan at being stuffed full of his cum.

Regaining his breath, he pulled out of you and leaned on his chair, pulling you with him and making take a seat on his lap.

As you felt his hands passing through your hair, you leaned your head against his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist, tiredness hitting you. "You okay? I wasn't too rough?"

"It was perfect baby." he wrapped an ar around your form, pulling you closer to him and pecked the top of your head, making you give him a tired smile.

You loved these moments with him.

He could be such a ruthless and heartless man with the type of life he had but during moments like this, when it was just the two of you and he was allowed to be himself.

You were the bright star in this cruel world that shined down on him.

And Taehyung would do everything in his power to keep it that way.

#bts #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 1

Bath & Praise with Jack Whiskey Daniels

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: Jack’s entrance to the bathroom comes with it’s own warning, dash of angst, some domestic bliss with the cowboy, Jack calls reader sugar, a little clit rubbing while in the bath, reader takes control and is nervous about it, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), so much praise and dirty talk, slight bit of rough sex, fluff of course

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s Notes: I think this is the most tame fic of Kinktober but it was of course fun. Everything with the cowboy always is. I look forward to sharing the rest of the fics with all of you! I hope you al enjoy day one!!

Kinktober Masterlist

ao3 link coming soon ish

It had been a long day. No, scratch that, a long week. You felt the heaviness of it all as you finally crossed over the threshold of your home. The one person who could make it all better hadn’t made it home yet. Which you already knew, long before you turned down the drive, to see his Bronco was nowhere in sight. Jack had called earlier letting you know he would be running late, which was a typical Friday at Statesman. You had done everything you could to not sound so disappointed, but you knew he knew. The man knew you better than you knew yourself. His soft sigh had told you as much.

“I know darlin’ but I’ll be home as soon as I can,” his words had been laced with disappointment as well.

You had stopped, looking around for a moment, letting out a deep breath before moving forward. You walked around, turning on lamps, and briefly thought about dinner, before deciding against it, and making your way to the master bathroom. Towards the only other thing that could make you feel better. The bath. It was the first change Jack had made to his home after you moved in. When he realized how much you loved the relaxation that came with taking a bath, he was figuring out exactly what you wanted. Your dream tub now sat in your bathroom. You turned the water on as hot as you could take it, poured in some bath salts and went to get rid of your clothes.

Your movements were slow and heavy. You looked forward to sinking into the bath and letting the week slip away. You threw your hair up, to keep it from getting wet, and sat a stool next to you with your phone on it, before you stepped in. You shut the water off and laid back, letting out a sigh of pure bliss as the heat began to soak into your skin. You closed your eyes and relaxed, enjoying some much needed peace and quiet. That was until something broke through the silence making you smile.

The familiar sound of a key turning in the front door, boot covered feet stepping into the house, keys falling to the table next to the door. Jack was home. Soon you could hear, his now padded steps, coming your way, and you forced your eyes open to watch the doorway. Somewhere along the way Jack had taken off his suit jacket, because as he leaned against the door frame, he was now in a white button up with his tie loose, but still hanging around his neck.

“Well this is definitely my favorite way to find you when I get home,” he smirked, his voice already full of hunger.

“Mmm come join me. I just got in, so the water is fine” you smirked right back at him.

You swore the man alone turned you on, most days. Let alone when he comes home looking all undone. He drove you crazy in the best possible way, and you knew you did the same for him. His look was all knowing as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and you watched his fingers, licking your lips, before your eyes found his face again. His smirk was so smug but you didn’t mind. He knew you wanted him and you knew he wanted you. He shed his clothes, leaving them in the floor as he stepped into the bathroom. You forced yourself up from the warmth of the water and moved forward so he could get in behind you. He slid down and you clenched your thighs together when he let out a groan, at the feeling of the water. You swore he was going to be the death of you one day. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back with him gently, and the both of you let out a contented sigh.

“I assume, since I found you this way, you had a long day?” Jack spoke in your ear after a few moments of silence, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah I did. The whole week was long. How was your day?” You tilted your head to look up at him.

“Also long,” he let out a sigh and you could see the weight on him.

“What’s up cowboy? Talk to me.” You spoke as you moved a little more, so you could look at him better.

“We have a mission coming up and it’s undercover which means…” your stomach sank, you knew exactly what it meant.

The both of you always hated undercover missions, but it was all a part of the job.

“Hey it will be okay. I’ll be okay. We’ve done it before. Just more incentive to get the job done and get home to me alive.” You spoke the last word with slightly more volume to drill your point in.

“We have good leads with this one, so we’re hoping it will be an easy job.”

“Good. Then nothing to worry about.”

“Mhmm says you. You’ll be wearing a hole in the floor while I’m gone.”

“Shush,” you spoke, laying your head back again and closing your eyes.

You heard him chuckle and then his lips were ghosting over your neck, and trailing right to the place under your ear that made you squirm.

“We’ve got a lot of ground to cover to keep us content until I get home,” he murmured in your ear and you let out a soft moan in answer.

One hand slid down to between your legs and his fingers ran up your slit and rubbed lazy circles on your clit. Your mouth fell open in a gasp and your hips bucked slightly.

“Jack stop,” you gasped out, trying hard to push away how badly you wanted him to keep going.

“Why sugar?”

“Because I don’t want to do this in the bath,” you chuckled and Jack’s hand traveled back up.

“Yeah it makes it a little more difficult. Let’s get out,” he chuckled and sat you up.

The two of you didn’t even bother to wash each other. You let Jack get out first before he helped you out. You toweled off quickly and then you took Jack’s hand, facing him and walking backwards into the bedroom. A smirk played on your lips. It was a rare occasion that you ever took control in the bedroom. You never felt that great at taking control, but Jack always praised you when you did. Jack had always been the more dominant one, always taking care of you. Tonight was going to be different. Even though the idea had sprung to life while still in the bath, you were slightly on edge. You kept the smirk on your face, trying not to show your nerves to Jack.

When the back of your thighs hit the bed, you spun the two of you around, all while pulling Jack’s lips down to yours. You kissed him with fever before pushing him slightly. He sat down on the bed still wrapped around you, as you both laid down on the already unmade surface. The kiss grew hotter, and you pulled away when your lungs screamed for air.

“I need to be inside you sugar.” Jack panted out, between kisses to your face and neck.

You sat up slightly and reached between the two of you, taking his already hard cock in your hands. He let out a whisper of a groan. You rubbed him over your slit a few times both of you moaning softly, before you lined him up to your entrance and eased yourself down. He kept his hands on your hips and his eyes watched as he sunk into you. Your mouth fell open and your head went back, eyes closed at the feeling of him stretching you. The most blissful feeling in the world to you.

“The best feeling in the world,” Jack spoke with a groan.

Your eyes fluttered opened and you looked down at him, as you rested your hands on his chest, and started to bounce up and down on his cock. You started slowly, taking in the feeling of him.

“That’s it sugar. Such a good girl for me. Treating me so well.”

Jack’s praise started to fuel the fire that had sparked in you, to be the one to take over, and you started to move faster.

“You feel so good around my cock sugar. That pussy feels like heaven. And fuck look at those tits bounce.”

He reached up and took your breasts in both of his hands and squeezed. Your pussy clenched around him, and he let out a moan, before he took your nipples between his fingers and pinched.

“Fuck Jack,” you moaned out loudly.

He pulled at your nipples pulling a small whimper from you before he let go.

“That’s it sugar. Keep going. Bounce on my hard cock. Just like that.”

You kept going moving, chasing your high. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. You leaned down and kissed Jack roughly, as your movements grew sloppy.

“That’s it sugar. You going to cum all over my cock?” Jack smirked with a moan, after you pulled away.

“Fuck yes!” You let out a loud moan, teetering on the edge.

Jack wrapped his arms around you, holding you still for only a second, before he started to hammer his cock up inside of you. You snapped like a rubber band and let out a loud moan that was almost a scream. Your body shook as you buried your face in Jack’s neck, and soon he followed you. He held himself deep inside you, keeping you in place as he released inside of you. Both of you now a panting mess as you came down from the blissful high.

“That’s my good girl,” Jack whispered as his fingers brushed along your spine gently.

“That was…”

“Amazing? As it always is,” Jack smirked softly, as you forced your head up to look down at him.

“I don’t want to move,” you let out a chuckle that Jack echoed.

“You only need to just a little bit darlin’,” Jack let out a groan, as he moved you around to pull you off of him, and positioned you next to him, barley even moving your upper half. “Now let’s sleep.”

You didn’t even answer, already halfway there. You moved your head up slightly to kiss at his jaw before burying your face into his neck again.

“Goodnight cowboy.” You mumbled and Jack let out a soft chuckle.

“Goodnight sugar.”

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Thunder In Our Hearts: He Knows

Summary: The reader and Ben’s quiet evening at home is anything but when she comes home to discover 15 year old Benjy knows his father is Soldier Boy...

Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, nudity, violence, drug/assault/abuse/torture mentions

A/N: There will be spoilers for Season 3 of The Boys in this one. This part takes place ~11 years after the end of the series.

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You’d just finish dropping off Millie and Alex off to their respective sleepovers when you got home with a pizza and bottle of very expensive whiskey. It’d definitely been a splurge but Benjy was supposed to stay over a friend’s tonight which meant you and Ben had the house to yourselves for the entire night. For the first time in what felt like a year.

So naturally you were expecting to stay up half the night having sex six ways from Sunday.

“Oh Benjamin,” you called when you walked inside, kicking the door shut. “I brought home some of your favorite things. That whiskey you like, an extra large pizza from downtown and some very interesting looking lub-”

Your mouth snapped shut when Benjy appeared from the hallway where the kids rooms were.

“Gross,” he said, taking the pizza box from you and carrying it to the counter. You hid the frown that wanted to form on your face. As much you loved your kids and wanted to cherish this time as teenagers, sometimes you just wanted your damn house to yourself with your husband. You looked out the front window, noticing the door to the garage was down.

“What happened to your sleepover?” you asked him. You turned around, Benjy scoffing down a slice of pizza. He swallowed roughly, giving you a strange look. “I thought dad was giving you a ride?”

“I don’t have a father.” He ripped a chunk of crust off with his teeth, his face in a scowl as you raised your eyebrows. The air was thick as he swallowed. “Did you know?”

“Did I know what?” you asked. He shook his head with a laugh, running his hand through his hair like Ben did when he was anxious. “Of course you did. You have that fucking Soldier Boy shirt you wear to bed all the time.”

“You are sixteen years old. Watch your language,” you said, forcing back the bile in your throat. Benjy’s face was pure hatred. Something had happened while you were gone. “What-”

“Did he make you stay?” he asked. You blinked, pausing a moment. “Did he trap you with kids and make you stay?”

“Fucking hell, Benjy,” you said, closing your eyes. “No, dad didn’t do a damn thing to me. I love him of my own free will.” He opened his mouth but you raised a finger, pointing at him. “No. You answer my questions now. What the hell happened when I was gone?”

Benjy picked at the pizza again, giving you a dark glare. “I’m doing a paper for history on the fall of Vought Tower. I thought, hey, mom’s favorite supe was Soldier Boy. I’ll write my paper on him and his role in it. Well, I know Uncle Brian did a paper on him in college so I asked for some of his old research. That’s when things started to not make sense. I saw the sources he referenced and didn’t give me so I dug online until I found them. Lo and behold, I find out not only does that asshole that made me look and sound a whole lot like Soldier Boy, but that he’s actually fucking Soldier Boy. So I told him exactly what I thought of him and then he just left. That man is a goddamn monster and apparently you knew the whole damn time. If I were eighteen I’d take Millie and Alex and walk right out the door with them.”

You only stared at him, a million thoughts and emotions rushing through your head. But at the end of the day, he was your son. And he was Ben’s son.

Which meant he was using his anger to hide behind his fear.

“Alright,” you said, voice steady as you crossed your arms and leaned back against the counter. He tried to hide it but he was thrown off that you weren’t yelling at him. “You’re upset and angry. With your dad and with me. You don’t even want to be around us anymore, is that right?”

“Exactly.”

“You think you’re old enough to make that decision for yourself?” you asked calmly.

“I am more than capable,” he said. You nodded, sitting up on the counter top, gripping the edge loosely. “I might be able to forgive you someday but not him. I-”

“Oh Benjy,” you said, smiling softly at him. “I’m not looking for your forgiveness because frankly, I don’t regret loving your father for one second. There is so much about him and me that you don’t know. He is a good man.”

“He killed people! He didn’t even care!” You threw your head back and shut your eyes. “Mom he-”

“My father used to rape me. He would hit me, cut up my back, dig his knife into my skin and then he’d rape me all over again. My whole life, that man abused me.” Benjy was white in the face, his eyes wide in horror.

“I thought you said grandpa died when you were little,” he whispered.

“Why would I ever tell you about the true monster of this family? My mom left not along after I was born and then I was his toy. I only made it to eighteen out of pure spite,” you said. You lowered your head, staring at your lap. “I was raped in the military and with no support system, I became a toy for a very powerful group of people. I joined the CIA, got stronger, learned to protect myself and I found a boyfriend I really liked. But it turned out he was just there to babysit me, make sure I never told anyone about those powerful people. They locked me up and beat me and assaulted me and, Benjamin, my whole life has been a nightmare from one moment to the next. But I got out and escaped when I found your father, when I found Soldier Boy in captivity too. I knew he was strong and I knew I wasn’t making it out of the building without help. I figured if they had him locked up like I’d been, maybe he wasn’t all bad. Maybe someone hurt him too. So I let him out.”

Benjy was crying, staring at me as tears ran down his face. “Mom…mom I don’t…”

“Soldier Boy was an asshole when I met him. A complete asshole. An asshole that I made a deal with. I’d help him learn how to survive in modern day and help him kill the people he wanted dead if he killed the people I wanted dead first. He held up his end of the deal but by the time we got to his part of it, he was changing. He was learning. He cared more about me than revenge.”

“Who did dad kill for you?” he asked, voice cracking as he raised his chin.

“He killed all of those people that hurt me. He saved a young military officer along the way. He saved my life and protected me from that man that pretended to be my boyfriend. He told that man before he killed him that men with power protect others, that that’s a real man. I’d taught him that and he listened. Benjy your father was toxic once upon a time but that was long before you were born, before I was born. The scars your father carries…no one loved him Benjy. Not a soul, even when he was a little boy. All he wanted was his father’s approval and that man was as toxic as they come. Your dad became Soldier Boy to impress him and even then, it didn’t work. There was a time when your father did good things. He fought in some battles, did some good. A lot was but it wasn’t all fake. But he faltered in life. He owns that. He knows it. But he changed. He-”

“What happened in eighty four? When everyone thought he died?” he sniffled, wiping off his face.

“His team betrayed him and turned him over to the Russians to experiment on. He was tortured for nearly forty years. I saw the proof of that. Ben needed to change but he didn’t deserve that.”

Benjy swallowed, a fresh track of tears rushing down his cheeks. “You’re telling me…fuck, mom.” He shook and you stepped over to him, letting him cling to you. “Mom I’m sorry. I thought he was pretending this whole time.”

“Benjy your grandfather’s were both horrible. Dad’s dad…he didn’t beat him but he abused him in a different way. It set him on a path he didn’t know how to get off of. When he got out of Russia, he thought he found people he could trust but they betrayed him too. His son-”

“Son?”

You nodded. “They made a child from your father in the eighties. Homelander.”

“That psycho i-is my half-brother?” he said, pulling back, eyes wide. “H-How-”

“Daddy never knew, not until after Russia. When he was betrayed, they locked him away again and that’s when I found him. Benjy, I can promise that you are the only son your father says he has. He raised you. He cleaned your cuts and scrapes and taught you to read and to be respectful and kind. Can you honestly, honestly, tell me that you regret having him as your father?”

Benjy’s bottom lip wobbled as he shook his head. “I-I told him to l-leave and n-never come b-back. Mom, what’d I’d do?”

“You’re as sensitive as your father, Benjamin,” you said, kissing his temple. “You both use anger to hide your fear.”

“I’ve never even seen dad mad.”

“Because once you were born, your dad wanted to set an example for how you and your sisters treat the people you care about. Especially you. He wanted you to be so much better than him. Honey, I understand that you’re upset with him. I do. And ultimately it’s up to you if you want your relationship with him to change. But I swear on my life that your dad has not been the bad guy in a very, very long time.”

Benjy squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply. You rubbed up and down his back, feeling him relax. “I called him a monster.”

“Whatever you said, your dad’s thought worse of himself I guarantee,” you said. “I have an idea of where dad took off to. Do you want to come with me or stay here?”

He raised his head, wiping off his face with his sleeve. “I need to talk to him. I don’t know what I’m going to say but I need to tell him…I don’t know. I just want to go.”

“Okay. Throw that pizza in the fridge and let’s get going then.”

An hour later you were pulling up to Brian and Joe’s camp, a quiet place on a secluded lake you’d brought the kids to a million times during summers. Ben’s truck was parked at the end of the gravel road and you came to a stop behind it. The small cabin was dark but Benjy pointed around the back of the house and you followed, catching the flicker of flames he’d seen.

Ben was sat on the ground in front of the built in firepit, his back to you both. His knees were tucked into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself as he sat on the cold ground. Flashbacks of Ben breaking down all those years came surging back, a pit opening in your gut.

“Dad?” Ben tensed before standing slowly. By the time you approached, he was turning around, hiding his face in the shadows. Benjy’s was in clear view though and the second Ben caught sight of it, he was looking down at his feet. “I…”

“You shouldn’t have made him come here,” said Ben, voice flat, forcibly cold. You stepped closer until he was moving away, pushing him back towards the light.

If he’d only face you and Benjy.

“She didn’t.” Benjy stopped a few feet away from his father, breathing deeply. “I-I…” He closed his eyes and nodded to himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Everything you said was true.” You walked around the other side of the firepit, knowing he wouldn’t turn to face Benjy. His eyes were puffy and red, dried tear streaks down his cheeks. He was exhausted, no fight left in him.

If Benjy asked him to jump in that fire you had no doubt in your mind he’d do it.

After all this time, he still thought so little of himself.

“Look at me,” said Benjy.

“No,” Ben breathed out.

“You think you’re the only one that’s been crying?”

“Benjy I’m not afraid to let you see me cry,” said Ben, closing his eyes. “You said you never wanted to see my face again so-”

“I changed my mind.”

“You changed it because your mom-”

“You didn’t tell me you were fucking abused as a kid. You didn’t tell me the Russia shit. You didn’t tell me anything! You let me think you’re awful because you want me to hate you because you think you deserve it.”

“Bad things happening to me don’t excuse my past behavior. I still did everything you accused me of doing. You should not change your feelings because you feel sorry for someone,” said Ben.

“So you’ll listen to mom when she says she doesn’t hate you but not me?” Ben slowly opened his eyes, finding yours as you cupped his cheek.

“Mom didn’t like me much at first,” he whispered. “Rightly so.”

“And you beat yourself up too much,” you said, putting your hand over his mouth when he went to interrupt. “Yes you did bad things. But you’ve paid for it and now you do so much good with your life. You raised a son not afraid to cry. Not afraid of his father. One that wants his dad back. You did so much better than your dad, Ben. Your proof of being good is standing right there. He’s going to be shocked and angry and I’m sure it’s going to take him time to work through it. But you’re not losing him.”

Ben swallowed, taking hold of your hand before he spun around. He wrinkled his nose, Benjy sniffling.

“So you’re Soldier Boy?” he asked. Ben nodded. “So do supes not like, age?”

“I’ve looked like I’m in my forties for awhile,” said Ben. “Like, a really long while.”

“But you look like you’re in you’re fifties…” he said. Ben shrugged, squeezing your hand.

“Dad got rid of his powers when you were four,” you said. Ben glanced at you as you nodded. “I told him most things but not…”

“I don’t want to scare him,” said Ben. Benjy was doing a good job of looking particularly vulnerable though and Ben sighed. “You were kidnapped as a child. You and Millie. It’s why I destroyed Vought Tower.”

“Y-You did that? But you saved all those people-”

“I saved only the good ones. The rest…you can call me a monster for it but what they wanted to do to you and your sister…keep you from us and turn you into the next little versions of Homelander…once you were safe, I had to make sure no one ever hurt you again.” Benjy blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to absorb the information. “I’m sorry.”

“For protecting me? For fucks sake dad, I’m not mad at you for that. Vought was a dirty company and the whole world knows it.” Benjy ran his hands through his hair, letting them rest on top of his head. Then his eyes shifted, his bottom lip wobbling. “I remember that day.”

“So much for wiping memories,” you mumbled as Benjy stepped right into his father’s arms and hung on for dear life.

“I remember,” he cried, Ben shushing him as Benjy buried his face in the crook of Ben’s neck. “Soldier Boy saved us. They told us we’d never see our parents again but you got us away from them.”

“It was my fault you were put in that position in the first place.”

“No it wasn’t,” you said. Benjy nodded, Ben sighing again. “See? We outnumber you so we win.”

“Okay,” he said, a barely there smile on his face. “You two can win this time.”

“You’re really cold dad,” said Benjy, moving his arms up and down his back. “You haven’t been outside all night have you?”

“Knowing your father, he has. Why don’t you two boys drive home together and when we get home, we can have that pizza and talk the rest of this out, okay?”

“Okay,” said Benjy, Ben nodding quietly. You let them go on ahead of you while you dealt with the fire. When you got in your car, Ben waiting for you on the road to follow, you let out a shaky breath.

“Please let them both be okay. Please, please.”

“Guys…” you said when you got home a few minutes after the boys. The house was quiet. Way too quiet. You ducked outside, spotting the lights on in Ben’s garage. You raised an eyebrow as you opened the heavy door to inside, eyes going wide.

Ben was wearing his Soldier Boy uniform, still fitting as well as ever. Meanwhile Benjy was tossing around his replacement shield, this one made from a polycarbonate instead of the heavy metal his original had been.

“Yeah, hold it like that and you can use it as a weapon,” said Ben as Benjy moved his arm downwards. “Exactly! Just like that.”

“Well, looks like you two are besties again,” you said, crossing your arms as they both stumbled, turning their heads towards you.

“He wanted to see the suit,” said Ben, Benjy tossing the shield back at him.

“For my research paper,” said Benjy, Ben giving him a thumbs up. You shook your head and pulled them both into a hug, grateful Benjy was still small enough to get wrapped up in your arms.

A year from now you had the feeling he’d be just as large as his father.

“I’m just happy you both seem better,” you said.

“We talked on the way home a lot. I was quick to judge dad. He…he had a harder time of doing the right thing on his own. And the stuff he did…he’s not that person anymore. Right dad?”

“I do my best,” he said softly, offering you a smile. “The credit goes to mom though. After Russia I was…I’ve never been so alone and afraid and I didn’t know how to even let myself admit that. But mom wouldn’t let me be an asshole and I knew if I wanted her, I had to get rid of the crap. So when she tells you to clean your room or not stay up until three in the morning playing video games, listen to her. She’s wise beyond her years.”

“You’re a flirt, old man,” you teased.

“Kiddo,” he grinned, Benjy’s jaw dropping.

“Oh my god! That’s why you guys call each other that! We never understood cause you told us dad’s only like, five years older but…wait how old are you?” asked Benjy. “Cause Soldier Boy fought in world war two…”

“Well…I was born in 1921,” said Ben. Benjy stared at him, eyes as wide as saucers. “So yeah, over a hundred at this point.”

“Dad! You’re, you’re like a grandpa!” Ben gave him a bitchface, your heart warming at the sight of them teasing each other again.

“I technically am a grandpa.”

“Homelander has a kid! What the fuck!” he said, looking back and forth between you both. “What-”

“Don’t worry about him. And while I may be old, I can still beat your ass to get the last of the ice cream,” he said. He took off running towards the house, Benjy hot on his heels. You shook your head, smiling at your lovable idiots.

By the time you were inside the house again, Ben was sitting on top of Benjy in the kitchen, pinning him down easily as he took a big bite out of the last cookie ice cream sandwich.

“There is no way he doesn’t have powers! He’s still super strong!”

“Maybe I retained a smidge superhuman strength. You better start bulking up if you want to keep up, kid,” he said, taking another bite, this one much smaller. Ben sat back, giving you a smile, the both of you knowing he was giving Benjy an opening.

One he quickly took before wrestling his dad to the ground and stealing the rest of the sandwich. You stepped around them where they wriggled around the floor to pop the pizza in the oven to warm up.

“Hey! You ate half! You’re only supposed to take a bite!” said Benjy as he finished off the ice cream.

“You disowned me for four hours! I get an extra bite this time for that,” said Ben, flipping Benjy onto his back.

“Boys not in the kitchen,” you said, sighing as they rolled and hit the kitchen table. “I said-”

The front door swung open, Millie standing there with her duffel bag over her shoulders, kicking off her shoes.

“Oh my god, you won’t believe what happened. So Bree’s mom’s boyfriend…” she trailed off when she saw Ben in his uniform, a flash of fear on his face. “So is it public knowledge dad is Soldier Boy now or what?”

“Excuse me?” you said.

“You knew?” said Benjy, his face in a scowl. “You knew and didn’t tell me! I just bitched out dad and had to go through a whole lot of crying and-”

“You yelled at dad? Oh my god, Benjy. Did you not for one second think about how Soldier Boy and dad look identical? And how he would have grown up in a time period that was very different and that if you ever looked at the Vought trails a certain Benjamin was the only successful candidate? A Benjamin with an asshole father? I figured this all out when I was like ten, Benjy.”

“You’ve known for six years!” he said.

“Dad gave me a stuffed Soldier Boy bear when I was an infant Benjy! I’m not a fucking idiot like someone.”

“I’m not an idiot! You’re an idiot for not telling me! Did you find out all the stuff he-”

She rolled her eyes, walking over to where Ben was sat frozen on the floor. “Daddy. I’m sorry you have an idiot child that doesn’t understand the concept of empathy and using his idiot brain to, oh, think about all the stuff his dad does? Like volunteer a few days a week? And be his baseball coach? And Alex’s soccer coach? And how he’s always doing stuff with Uncle Brian and Joe to raise money for charity? Like clearly some of us know you’re a good guy.”

“Millie’s sleepover wasn’t a sleepover but actually a huge party that-”

“Benjy!” she said, grabbing for him. He went for her too, Ben on his feet suddenly, grabbing them both and holding them at arms length. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Stop calling me an idiot!” he shouted back.

“Stop acting like one and I will!” she yelled. Ben just shook his head and smiled as they bickered back and forth, chuckling to himself.

“You’re both idiots and I love you so much,” he said, bringing them into a crushing hug.

“Why am I an idiot!” said Benjy.

“You broke twin code when your sister very clearly decided against the party, even though she was planning on not telling us the truth. So we raised her right and you’re an idiot. And Millie’s an idiot-”

“Hey!”

“She’s an idiot for not telling you when she found out about me because you clearly went through a lot of duress tonight which could have been avoided. So you’re both idiots but that’s to be expected. You come from me after all.”

“Maybe Alex won’t be idiot. At least we got a chance with her,” you teased.

“Mom!” the twins said, Ben still laughing as he hugged them tight. He kissed them both on top of their heads, cupping their cheeks when he let them pull back.

“If you two…I would understand if you didn’t want me around anymore,” he said.

“He’s right,” said Millie.

“We do get our idiocy from you.”

“Clearly,” said Millie.

“Kiddo, why did we want kids again?” he chuckled, nervously pulling away from them both. “So you’re both…okay with me being your dad still?”

“Obviously,” said Millie. He gave Benjy a careful glance, getting a hug in return.

“Yeah. I think I was in shock and it all came out wrong. I got that from you too?”

“Yes, yes you did,” said Ben. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Please do not tell-”

“Oh Alex knows too. Apparently it’s just the males genes in the family prone to more idiotic behaviors,” said Millie. Benjy growled as she stuck out her tongue at him.

“Good to know there’s no more secrets to be had then,” you said.

“Please tell me you didn’t tell Alex about the being tortured in Russia for forty years stuff. I know she’s ten but-” Millie’s face crumbled, tears instantly falling down her cheeks.

“Daddy was tortured?” she said, staring up at him. “F-For forty…that’s why you have PTSD. Dad…”

And then she was bawling, clinging to Ben like she four years old again and cutting her knee open on the driveway.

“Guys, you gotta stop crying,” said Ben, closing his eyes. “You’re fucking kiling me today.”

“What’d they do to you?” she asked.

“Yeah you didn’t exactly say,” said Benjy. You thought back to the tapes you’d watched, Ben’s eyes on you, the twins following it. “Mom knows.”

“Mom never cries,” said Millie as you wiped off your face.

“Some things parents shouldn’t tell their children. And you two, and apparently Alex, already know more than you should. This isn’t your burden to bear,” said Ben.

“But who do you talk to about this stuff? You have PTSD from being tortured in Russia as Soldier Boy. You can’t walk into a therapists office like a normal person,” said Millie.

“You can talk to us dad,” said Benjy, smiling at you. “Mom too. You said some stuff earlier about your dad and so much bad stuff that happened.”

“What happened to mommy?” asked Millie, your heart breaking at her words. She was always going to be a daddy’s girl. But it’d been years since she’d called you that.

“Really, really bad stuff,” said Benjy. “But dad protected her and stopped those bad people.”

“Good. Slaughter ‘em all,” she said. “I hope all those Russian fucks are dead too.”

“Violence is never the answer,” said Ben. She gave him a bitchface and crossed her arms. “Okay. If anyone touched any of you, the person would rather be dead than what I had planned for them but still, you shouldn’t-”

“Exactly. Dad gets it,” she said.

“Why do I feel like we’ve both failed and succeed as parents?” you asked.

“It’s been a long day. They don’t hate me so I’ll count that as a win today,” said Ben. He threw his head back when the twins started asking questions about Russia again. “Guys. Mom and I need to talk about what we want to share. If that changes, we will let you know. Now set the table.”

Ben slid over to you, taking your hand and pulling you out to the back porch, away from prying ears. He exhaled long and slow, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Are you mad I told Benjy the truth?” you asked.

“God no, kiddo,” he said, lifting his head, touching his forehead to yours. “I’m mad at myself for not acting like his parent and letting my emotions get the better of me. When he tore into me like that…it felt like when I used to run away because I was so scared of hurting you. I thought he was better off without me and then you come in with Benjy being so different around me and clearly I have some work to do on being a dad.”

“Honey, he opened some of your oldest wounds without understanding. You will always carry that pain. You have every right to get scared, just as much as the rest of us. You are as human as we are. And Benjy, Ben, when he stopped being angry for a split second and thought about why you could have done those things, he was horrified that he’d lost you.” You leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re okay. The kids love you. Benjy got scared today and so did you. It’s okay.”

“I know,” he breathed out, glancing at the house. “I just…I wish they didn’t have to know and could be normal kids.”

“Hey. Millie went to a party tonight but changed her mind, on her own, that it was too much for her and came home. I’d say we’re doing something right.”

“Should we ground her for that?” he asked. “Cause I really don’t want to. Plus she was crying about the Russia thing and she called you mommy and I can’t take another meltdown tonight.”

“We’ll let it slide. She’s a good kid,” you said, hugging him tight. “So. Soldier Boy.”

“Been awhile since you’ve said that with the kids home,” he murmured.

“They’re old enough to know who dad is. As much as you want to tell them, we will.”

“Want to tell them how we really fell in love?” he asked, a soft smile on his face. You nodded, Ben leaning down, kissing your gently. “Thank you for never giving up on me. I know you risked your relationship with Benjy for me.”

“He’s you, Ben. He’s you if you’d never had the scars or the pain. Sure it was a risk but I knew how it’d turn out. Or I had a pretty good idea at least,” you said.

“Pizza is done if you two want to stop making out!” shouted Millie, her head popping out the back door.

“Ew! Oh my god, Mil, I totally forgot to tell you when mom came home early she was talking about having bought some special lube or-”

“Okay, end of discussion,” said Ben, shaking his head and taking your hand, leading you into the house. “No more lube talk. No more drama. Let’s have pizza like a regular family and maybe if you two can behave, mom and me will tell you how we got together, hm? Sound like a plan?”

For once, they both snapped their mouths shut, plopping down into their seats at the table.

“Oh, we’ll have to remember this. We can bribe them with information about ourselves,” you said as Ben dished up the pizza.

“Excellent idea,” he said as you both took seats at the table, the twins already digging in.

“Story time,” said Millie with her mouthful, slurping up a piece of cheese. “Oh and give all the details please and thank you.”

“Well there was your father, butt ass naked,” you said, both their eyes wide. “He was very, very hot. And-”

“Too much detail,” said Benjy, shaking his head. “Way too much detail.”

“Well I want to know the details,” said Millie. They started to bicker back and forth, deciding how much information they wanted to know, Ben chuckling around his slice of pizza.

“Old man?” you whispered, leaning in close. “I don’t think you have to worry about our family not being normal anytime soon.”

“Me too,” he breathed out, reaching under the table to squeeze your hand. “Thank you.”

“Love you too Ben.”

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